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2008-12-29T17:37:00.000-08:00

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2008-12-28T19:41:00.001-08:00

Woodstock 2009

40 years after the original Woodstock Festival in 1969, people whose lives have been touched by the music want once more to experience the phenomenon that revolutionized rock n roll in their minds, hearts, and souls. The festival exemplified the counterculture of the late 1960's up to the early 1970's - the era of the hippies.

3 days of Peace and Music.

Let us think back on those performers whose music had made the Woodstock Festival in Bethel, NY.

Friday, August 15

The first day officially began at 5:07 p.m. with Richie Havens, and featured folk artists.

* Richie Havens
1. High Flyin' Bird
2. I Can't Make It Any More
3. With a Little Help from My Friends
4. Strawberry Fields Forever
5. Hey Jude
6. I Had A Woman
7. Handsome Johnny
8. Freedom/Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child

* Swami Satchidananda - gave the invocation for the festival

* Sweetwater
1. What's Wrong
2. Motherless Child
3. Look Out
4. For Pete's Sake
5. Day Song
6. Crystal Spider
7. Two Worlds
8. Why Oh Why

* The Incredible String Band
1. Invocation
2. The Letter
3. This Moment
4. When You Find Out Who You Are

* Bert Sommer
1. Jennifer
2. The Road To Travel
3. I Wondered Where You Be
4. She's Gone
5. Things Are Going my Way
6. And When It's Over
7. Jeanette
8. America
9. A Note That Read
10. Smile

* Tim Hardin, an hour-long set
1. If I Were A Carpenter
2. Misty Roses

* Ravi Shankar, with a 5-song set, played through the rain
1. Raga Puriya-Dhanashri/Gat In Sawarital
2. Tabla Solo In Jhaptal
3. Raga Manj Kmahaj
4. Iap Jor
5. Dhun In Kaharwa Tal

* Melanie
1. Tuning My Guitar
2. Johnny Boy
3. Beautiful People

* Arlo Guthrie
1. Coming Into Los Angeles
2. Walking Down the Line
3. Story about Moses and the Brownies
4. Amazing Grace

* Joan Baez
1. Story about how the Federal Marshals came to take David Harris into custody.
2. Joe Hill
3. Sweet Sir Galahad
4. Drugstore Truck Driving Man
5. Sweet Sunny South
6. Warm and Tender Love
7. Swing Low, Sweet Chariot
8. We Shall Overcome

Saturday, August 16

The day opened at 12:15 pm, and featured some of the event's biggest psychedelic and guitar rock headliners.

* Quill, forty minute set of four songs
1. They Live the Life
2. BBY
3. Waitin' For You
4. Jam

* Keef Hartley Band
1. Spanish Fly
2. Believe In You
3. Rock Me Baby
4. Medley
5. Leavin' Trunk
6. Sinnin' For You

* Country Joe McDonald
1. I Find Myself Missing You
2. Rockin All Around The World
3. Flyin' High All Over the World
4. Seen A Rocket Flyin'
5. The "Fish" Cheer/I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag

* John Sebastian
1. How Have You Been
2. Rainbows Over Your Blues
3. I Had A Dream
4. Darlin' Be Home Soon
5. Younger Generation

* Santana
1. Waiting
2. You Just Don't Care
3. Savor
4. Jingo
5. Persuasion
6. Soul Sacrifice
7. Fried Neckbones

* Canned Heat
1. A Change Is Gonna Come/Leaving This Town
2. Going Up The Country
3. Let's Work Together
4. Woodstock Boogie

* Mountain, hour-long set including Jack Bruce's "Theme For An Imaginary Western."
1. Blood of the Sun
2. Stormy Monday
3. Long Red
4. Who Am I But You And The Sun
5. Beside The Sea
6. For Yasgur's Farm
7. You and Me
8. Theme For An Imaginary Western
9. Waiting To Take You Away
10. Dreams of Milk and Honey
11. Blind Man
12. Blue Suede Shoes
13. Southbound Train

* Janis Joplin with The Kozmic Blues Band[16]
1. Raise Your Hand
2. As Good As You've Been To This World
3. To Love Somebody
4. Summertime
5. Try (Just A Little Bit Harder)
6. Kosmic Blues
7. Can't Turn you Loose
8. Work Me Lord
9. Piece of My Heart
10. Ball & Chain

* Grateful Dead
1. St. Stephen
2. Mama Tried
3. Dark Star/High Time
4. Turn On Your Love Light

Grateful Dead's performance was plagued by technical problems, including a faulty electrical ground. Members Jerry Garcia and Bob Weir reported getting shocked every time they touched their guitars.[citation needed]

* Creedence Clearwater Revival
1. Born on the Bayou
2. Green River
3. Ninety-Nine and a Half (Won't Do)
4. Commotion
5. Bootleg
6. Bad Moon Rising
7. Proud Mary
8. I Put A Spell On You
9. Night Time is the Right Time
10. Keep On Chooglin'
11. Suzy Q

* Sly & the Family Stone
1. M’Lady
2. Sing A Simple Song
3. You Can Make It If You Try
4. Everyday People
5. Dance To The Music
6. I Want To Take You Higher
7. Love City
8. Stand!

* The Who began at 4 AM, kicking off a 25-song set including Tommy
1. Heaven and Hell
2. I Can't Explain
3. It's a Boy
4. 1921
5. Amazing Journey
6. Sparks
7. Eyesight to the Blind
8. Christmas
9. Tommy Can You Hear Me?
10. Acid Queen
11. Pinball Wizard
12. Abbie Hoffman incident (see section below)
13. Do You Think It's Alright?
14. Fiddle About
15. There's a Doctor
16. Go to the Mirror
17. Smash the Mirror
18. I'm Free
19. Tommy's Holiday Camp
20. We're Not Gonna Take It
21. See Me, Feel Me
22. Summertime Blues
23. Shakin' All Over
24. My Generation
25. Naked Eye

* Jefferson Airplane
1. Volunteers
2. Somebody To Love
3. The Other Side of This Life
4. Plastic Fantastic Lover
5. Won't You Try/Saturday Afternoon
6. Eskimo Blue Day
7. Uncle Sam's Blues
8. White Rabbit

Sunday, August 17 to Monday, August 18

Joe Cocker was the first act on the last officially booked day (Sunday); he opened up the day's events at 2 PM. His set was preceded by at least two instrumentals by The Grease Band.

* Joe Cocker
1. Dear Landlord
2. Something Comin' On
3. Do I Still Figure In Your Life
4. Feelin' Alright
5. Just Like A Woman
6. Let's Go Get Stoned
7. I Don't Need A Doctor
8. I Shall Be Released
9. With a Little Help from My Friends

* After Joe Cocker's set, a storm disrupted the events for several hours.

* Country Joe and the Fish resumed the concert around 6 p.m.
1. Rock and Soul Music
2. Thing Called Love
3. Love Machine
4. The "Fish" Cheer/I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag

* Ten Years After
1. Good Morning Little Schoolgirl
2. I Can't Keep From Crying Sometimes
3. I May Be Wrong, But I Won't Be Wrong Always
4. Hear Me Calling
5. I'm Going Home

* The Band - Set list confirmed in Levon Helm's book "This Wheel's On Fire"
1. Chest Fever
2. Tears of Rage
3. We Can Talk
4. Don't You Tell Henry
5. Don't Do It
6. Ain't No More Cane
7. Long Black Veil
8. This Wheel's On Fire
9. I Shall Be Released
10. The Weight
11. Loving You Is Sweeter Than Ever

* Blood, Sweat & Tears ushered in the midnight hour with five songs.
1. More and More
2. I Love You More Than You'll Ever Know
3. Spinning Wheel
4. I Stand Accused
5. Something Comin' On

* Johnny Winter featuring Edgar Winter, his brother, on two songs.
1. Mama, Talk to Your Daughter
2. To Tell the Truth
3. Johnny B. Goode
4. Six Feet In the Ground
5. Leland Mississippi Blues/Rock Me Baby
6. Mean Mistreater
7. I Can't Stand It (with Edgar Winter)
8. Tobacco Road (with Edgar Winter)
9. Mean Town Blues

* Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young began around 3 a.m. with separate acoustic and electric sets.

=Acoustic Set
1. Suite: Judy Blue Eyes
2. Blackbird
3. Helplessly Hoping
4. Guinnevere
5. Marrakesh Express
6. 4 + 20
7. Mr. Soul
8. Wonderin'
9. You Don't Have To Cry

=Electric Set
1. Pre-Road Downs
2. Long Time Gone
3. Bluebird
4. Sea of Madness
5. Wooden Ships
6. Find the Cost of Freedom
7. 49 Bye-Byes

Neil Young skipped most of the acoustic set (the exceptions being his compositions "Mr. Soul" and "Wonderin'") and joined Crosby, Stills & Nash, but refused to be filmed during the electric set; by his own report, Young felt the filming was distracting both performers and audience from the music. Young's "Sea of Madness," heard on the album, was actually recorded a month after the festival at the Fillmore East.

* Paul Butterfield Blues Band
1. Everything's Gonna Be Alright
2. Driftin'
3. Born Under A Bad Sign
4. Morning Sunrise
5. Love March

* Sha-Na-Na
1. Na Na Theme
2. Yakety Yak
3. Teen Angel
4. Jailhouse Rock
5. Wipe Out
6. Book of Love
7. Duke of Earl
8. At the Hop
9. Na Na Theme

* Jimi Hendrix. After being introduced as the 'Jimi Hendrix Experience' Hendrix corrected the new group's name to 'Gypsy Sun and Rainbows'. This was the last act of the woodstock festival. The full list of Hendrix's Woodstock performance:
1. Message to Love
2. Hear My Train A Comin'
3. Spanish Castle Magic
4. Red House (Hendrix's high E-string broke while playing, but played the rest of the song with five strings.)
5. Mastermind (written and sung by Larry Lee)
6. Lover Man
7. Foxy Lady
8. Jam Back At The House
9. Izabella
10. Gypsy Woman/Aware Of Love (These two songs written by Curtis Mayfield were sung by Larry Lee as a medley)
11. Fire
12. Voodoo Child (Slight Return)/Stepping Stone
13. The Star-Spangled Banner
14. Purple Haze
15. Woodstock Improvisation/Villanova Junction
16. Hey Joe

With that said, let's look at the dream team for 2009's Woodstock:

Friday:
* 1. Aerosmith
* 2. Lynyrd Skynyrd
* 3. Kid Rock
* 4. Lenny Kravitz
* 5. Matchbox 20
* 6. Finger Eleven
* 7. Deathcab for Cutie
* 8. Sheryl Crow
* 9. Jet
* 10. John Meyer
* 11. Ted Nuget
* 12. The Donnas

Saturday:
* 1. Guns N Roses
* 2. Stone Temple Pilots
* 3. Green Day
* 4. Jane's Addiction
* 5. My Chemical Romance
* 6. Dave Mathews Band
* 7. Nickelback
* 8. The White Stripes
* 9. The Black Crowes
* 10. Tom Petty
* 11. Buckcherry
* 12. Slunt

Sunday:
* 1. Van Halen
* 2. Motley Crue
* 3. U2
* 4. Coldplay
* 5. Bon Jovi
* 6. Foo Fighters
* 7. The Killers
* 8. Tenacious D
* 9. Red Hot Chili Peppers
* 10. Maroon 5

PEACE. LOVE. MUSIC. Make Woodstock 2009 happen.

2008-12-28T17:42:00.000-08:00

By the pricking of my thumbs...

Something wicked this way comes.

2008-12-25T10:11:00.000-08:00

Awesome names, their meanings, and etymology.

Dante
Sex: M
Origin of name: Italian
Meaning: Endurance
Famous bearer: Dante Alighieri, writer.

Matteo
Sex: M
Origin of name: Italian
Meaning: Gift of God
Famous bearer: Matteo Carcassi, guitarist.

Giovanni
Sex: M
Origin of name: Italian
Meaning: God is gracious
Famous bearer: Giovanni Boccaccio, writer.

Santino
Sex: M
Origin of name: Italian
Meaning: Little Saint, Sacred
Famous bearer: Santino Corleone, a character in Mario Puzo's "The Godfather"

Antonio
Sex: M
Origin of name: Italian
Meaning: Beyond praise
Famous bearer: Antonio, the title character of Shakespeare's "The Merchant Of Venice". The name was also used in Shakespeare's other plays: Much Ado About Nothing, The Tempest, and Twelfth Night.

Maximiliano
Sex: M
Origin of name: Italian
Meaning: The greatest
Famous bearer: Maximilian of Antioch, a Christian martyr under Julian the Apostate

Lorenzo
Sex: M
Origin of name: Italian
Meaning: Laurence: from the place of laurel trees
Famous bearer: Lorenzo, Jessica's lover in Shakespeare's "The Merchant of Venice"

Angelo
Sex: M
Origin of name: Italian
Meaning: Messenger of God; angel
Famous bearer: Angelo, characters in Shakespeare's "Measure for Measure" and "The Comedy of Errors"

Alessandro
Sex: M
Origin of name: Italian
Meaning: Helper and Defender of man
Famous bearer: Alessandro de' Medici "il Moro", Duke of Penne and Duke of Florence

Damiano
Sex: M
Origin of name: Italian
Meaning: One who tames; subdues;
Famous bearer: Damiano, a small village outside the town of Giannitsa, in Greece's Pella Prefecture

Vito
Sex: M
Origin of name: Italian
Meaning: Victor
Famous bearer: Vito Corleone, the title character in Mario Puzo's "The Godfather"

Vincenzo
Sex: M
Origin of name: Italian
Meaning: Conquering
Famous bearer: Vincenzo Galilei, father of Galileo

Cosimo
Sex: M
Origin of name: Italian
Meaning: Order
Famous bearer: Several members of the Medici family are named Cosimo, including three grand dukes of Tuscany

Crucifixio
Sex: M
Origin of name: Italian
Meaning: A variation of Crucifix or Croccifixio
Famous bearer: Croccifixio De Lena, a character in Mario Puzo's "The Last Don"

Sirius*
Sex: M
Origin of name: Greek
Meaning: Glowing; Scorcher
Famous bearer: Sirius is the brightest star in Canis Major, the Great Dog constellation, as well as in the night sky. Sirius Black is a character in JK Rowling's Harry Potter.

Regulus*
Sex: M
Origin of name: Latin
Meaning: Little King; Prince
Famous bearer: α Leo / α Leonis / Alpha Leonis, which is situated at the heart of the lion in the constellation of Leo.

Arcturus*
Sex: M
Origin of name: Greek
Meaning: Bear guardian
Famous bearer: Arcturus is the brightest star in the constellation of Boötes (of which it forms the left foot), which is next to the Big and Little Bears, Ursa Major and Ursa Minor.

Pollux*
Sex: M
Origin of name: Greek and Latin
Meaning: Much Sweet Wine
Famous bearer: One of the Gemini twins, son of Leda and Zeus

Castor
Sex: M
Origin of name: Greek and Latin
Meaning: Beaver
Famous bearer: One of the Gemini twins, son of Leda and Tyndareus

Marius*
Sex: M
Origin of name: Roman
Meaning: Sea of bitterness
Famous bearer: Marius, one of the main characters in Victor Hugo's "Les Misérables."

Lycoris*
Sex: F
Origin of name: Greek
Meaning: Twilight
Famous bearer: Ovid and Virgil mentions a mistress of Mark Antony called Lycoris

Lucrezia
Sex: F
Origin of name: Italian
Meaning: profit; wealth. Derived from the latin name "Lucretia"*
Famous bearer: Lucretia was a legendary Roman maiden who was raped by the son of the King of Rome, an event which triggered the toppling of the monarchy and the establishment of the Roman Republic. Lucrezia Borgia was the daughter of Rodrigo Borgia, the powerful Renaissance Valencian who later became Pope Alexander VI. Their family was notorious for it's ruthlessness and corruption while dabbling in incestuous relationships.

Cygnus*
Sex: M
Origin of name: Latin
Meaning: Swan
Famous bearer: Cygnus is a northern constellation known as the Swan or Northern Cross.

Callidora*
Sex: F
Origin of name: Greek
Meaning: Gift of Beauty
Famous bearer: Callidora is a parasite that preys on moths and butterflies

Cassandra
Sex: F
Origin of name: Greek
Meaning: she who entangles men
Famous bearer: In Greek mythology, Cassandra was the daughter of King Priam and Queen Hecuba of Troy. She and her twin brother, Helenus, were granted the gift of Prophecy.

Bellatrix*
Sex: F
Origin of name: Latin
Meaning: female warrior
Famous bearer: γ Ori / γ Orionis / Gamma Orionis is the third brightest star in the constellation Orion and 27th brightest in the nighttime sky. It is also known as the Amazon Star.

Narcissa*
Sex: F
Origin of name: Greek
Meaning: The Self-Admirer
Famous bearer: In Greek mythology, Narcissus was a hero of the territory of Thespiae in Boeotia who was renowned for his beauty.

Draco*
Sex: M
Origin of name: Latin and Greek
Meaning: Dragon (Latin); Serpent (Greek)
Famous bearer: Draco is a constellation in the far northern sky. It is connected to multiple legends in Greek mythology, most notably as symbolizing the hundred-headed dragon Hercules had to get past during his Twelve Labours, or the dragon killed by Cadmus before he founded the city of Thebes. In Roman legend, Draco the dragon was killed by the Goddess of Wisdom, Minerva, and tossed into the sky. In addition, Draco was the name of an Ancient Greek legislature whose laws were notoriously harsh. The word draconian, meaning "unusually severe or cruel", is derived from his name.

Scorpius*
Sex: M
Origin of name: Latin
Meaning: Scorpion
Famous bearer: Scorpius is one of the constellations of the zodiac; as an astrological sign it is called scorpio. It is linked to Hades, God of the Underworld, as well as the scorpion that killed the hunter Orion.

Asteria*
Sex: F
Origin of name: Greek
Meaning: Falling star
Famous bearer: Asteria is one of the Titans in Greek mythology. She is the Goddess of astrology and necromancy.

Augusta*
Sex: F
Origin of name: Latin
Meaning: Great; venerable
Famous bearer: Augustus was the name given to the first emperor of Rome.

2008-12-24T08:06:00.000-08:00

Shut your pieholes...

... or I'll nuzzle you.

Let me tell you something about hypocrisy, it is all of you Filipinos who speak as if you weren't one yourselves and about the red-neck Americans, sucked by the Hollywood standard and commercialism, who think themselves superior against any other color. Let me tell you something about reverse racism. It is all of you Filipinos who discriminate against your own race.

What am I talking about? I'm talking about the unfair and undeserved comments made by Perez Hilton readers regarding the Filipino version of Twilight, "Takipsilim".

Sure, the shit has hit the fan with this one. It sucks balls. It's a disastrous move made by Summit and Stephenie Meyer. The press will have a field day with this one (not like they aren't having any with Kristen Stewart smoking pot on her porch or with Robert Pattinson getting drunk every other night with random hoes). It may undoubtedly ruin the franchise. I am devastated. But I am not so overcome with grief that I will sign a petition against it.

What are all of your problems? It's not like the Philippines is shoving the thing down your gullet. No one is strapping you to a chair and making you watch every excruciating second of it on hour's end. It wouldn't even be able to see the light of day on most countries; it, with all probability, will only air on the Filipino Channel in America and ABS-CBN in the Philippines.

Proclaiming your Filipino and still saying that Filipino's have ZERO originality because shows like Gossip Girl, Ugly Betty, Heroes, and the like have been ripped off is not open-mindedness. It's submitting to westernization. YOU are not fucking AMERICANS. YOU are not WHITE. Whether you live in America as an ex-pat or not is irrelevant.

And to those goddamn rednecks, it is NOT OKAY to lump the Filipinos into one category. We ARE well-versed in English. We ARE educated. We DO have minds of our own.

Why bash the Philippines for wanting their own version of Twilight? ABS-CBN bought the rights. Stephenie Meyer and Summit agreed to this, whether or not it's because they are money-hungry or whether they think it's good publicity is beyond me. Don't hang the Filipinos over someone else's mistake. The only people to blame here are the snobbish twilighters who wish themselves to be an exclusive group of people who are well-read.

Besides, it's not like the American movie was any better.

And on a side note, Hollywood remakes Asian films all the time - The Eye, The Messengers (which starred Kristen Stewart), Red Eye, My Sassy Girl, The Grudge, etc... Why degrade and berate Asians when you do the same?

2008-12-15T05:49:00.000-08:00

If Twilight Was 10 Times Shorter and 100 Times More Honest

FADE IN:

EXT. WASHINGTON

KRISTEN STEWART goes to FORKS, WASHINGTON.

KRISTEN STEWART (V.O.)

Once upon a time, there lived an enchanting girl named Stephanie Meyer, er I mean Kristen Stewart. She was so awesome that her awesomeness couldn't be contained in Arizona, so she moved to Washington to stay with her father, who was totally lame and not cool.

BILLY BURKE

Hey honey. I'm super lame. I got you a car, but it's totally uncool because I'm totally uncool.

KRISTEN STEWART

Thanks Dad, or whatever. Time for my first day at a new school. Since every coming-of-age story requires the main character be a social outcast, I suppose I'll have to endure being the unpopular new girl until I do something that proves my worth.

KRISTEN goes to school and is INSTANTLY POPULAR AND BELOVED.

ANNA KENDRICK

Oh my God I love your hair you're so pretty will you be my new best friend?

GREGORY TYREE BOYCE

Can I take you out sometime since you're so awesome?

MICHAEL WELCH

No way you asshole, I saw her first!

KRISTEN STEWART

I'd rather watch "The Messengers" than date either of you. Why don't you go ask Anna instead?

ANNA KENDRICK

Ohmigod I'm getting Kristen's rejects, that's so awesome!

KRISTEN STEWART

Wow. I guess this is what it looks like when the unpopular fat girl's pathetic daydreams get written down and published into a bestselling book. Aren't well-written characters supposed to have flaws?

ANNA KENDRICK

Flaws? Oh, well, um, I suppose you could argue that you're a little TOO perfect and amazing. But I don't think so. Let's make out.

Suddenly, ROBERT PATTINSON enters. The paleness of him and his family members reach blinding levels while the squeals in the movie theater reach deafening levels.

KRISTEN STEWART

Who's the albino Wolverine?

ANNA KENDRICK

Oh, him? That's Robert. He's universally acknowledged as the hottest boy in school but he doesn't date anyone because no girl is good enough for him.

KRISTEN STEWART

No girl is good enough for him? Man, the excuses closested homosexuals come up with these days...

KRISTEN sits next to ROBERT, who nearly vomits in his mouth and leaves school for a week. Eventually, he returns.

KRISTEN STEWART

Hey, where did you go? Because you are exceedingly mean to me, I find myself attracted to you.

ROBERT PATTINSON

Sounds like textbook daddy issues, you fat cow.

KRISTEN STEWART

(swoon)

ROBERT PATTINSON

You have a bright career as a stripper ahead of you.

ROBERT and KRISTEN continue not quite interacting with each other and having no chemistry what-so-ever.

KRISTEN STEWART

Hey, your eyes are changing color from gorgeous to ultragorgeous. What's going on?

ROBERT PATTINSON

Alright, you got me. I was acting like a jerk because I secretly totally love you.

KRISTEN STEWART

Of course! This also explains why the captain of the football team always acted like he hated Stephanie Meyer!

ROBERT PATTINSON

There's more. I want to eat you.

KRISTEN STEWART

Holy shit, really? I need to go home and do some waxing first, but...

ROBERT PATTINSON

No, I mean literally eat you. I'm a vampire.

KRISTEN STEWART

Hmm. The only way I will believe you is if you carry me up a mountain using special effects from the 70s.

He DOES.

KRISTEN STEWART

You really are a vampire! Does that mean that garlic, stakes, and sunlight kill you?

ROBERT PATTINSON

Don't be stupid. All of that lore is far too interesting for this movie. Being a vampire just means I get superpowers. It's like being Spider-Man, but sexier. Also, I sparkle in the sunlight.

KRISTEN STEWART

So that's why why your family moved here, because it's always overcast!

ROBERT PATTINSON

That's right everyone, this whole movie is a two-hour-long setup for a joke about the Pacific Northwest.

KRISTEN STEWART

So if you're immortal, how old are you anyway?

ROBERT PATTINSON

Over a hundred, but to be fair I've spent most of that time working on my hair.

The two of them GAZE into each other's eyes with UNCOMFORTABLY HUGE CLOSEUPS for 80% of the rest of the movie.

INT. KRISTEN'S BEDROOM

KRISTEN wakes up to find ROBERT watching her sleep.

KRISTEN STEWART

Holy fucking shit! If you weren't so hot I'd have you arrested! How long have you been doing this?

ROBERT PATTINSON

2 months.

KRISTEN STEWART

But I've only lived here one month according to the script.

ROBERT PATTINSN

Yeah, the script was written in six weeks. Don't get hung up on shit like that.

KRISTEN STEWART

Oh. Well, as long as you're here I guess we could have sex.

ROBERT PATTINSON

No, I can't have sex with you! I'd be unable to control myself! I'd bite you and turn you into a vampire! Also I ejaculate boiling venom, so I'd need to wear like fifty condoms.

KRISTEN STEWART

Wait, we can't have sex at all, and you can't suck my blood? How can you make a vampire movie without anyone sucking blood?

ROBERT PATTINSON

It's alright, I think this movie already has more than enough sucking.

INT. BILLY BURKE'S HOUSE

BILLY BURKE is cleaning his gun and drinking a beer while listening to country music.

KRISTEN STEWART

Dad, my boyfriend is coming over to pick me up. Try not to get dork all over him.

BILLY BURKE

Okay, let me meet him after the movie makes the film industry's ten billionth joke about protective fathers disliking boyfriends.

KRISTEN STEWART

Alright. Oh, and also: He's a 100-year-old vampire, don't say anything racist about vampires, okay?

ROBERT PATTINSON

Hello, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you, Kristen has said absolutely nothing about you because you're so lame.

BILLY BURKE

So I hear you're a 100-years-old. And interested in my 17-year-old daughter. So, mathematically that's like, what, a 40-year-old dating a 6-year-old?

ROBERT PATTINSON

Ummmmmmmm...

BILLY BURKE

Yeah, so my friend Chris Hansen would like you to have a seat right over here.

KRISTEN STEWART

Dad, you're embarrassing me almost as much as my acting! I'm just going over to his house to have dinner with his family, I'll be back before 11. Unless the ravenous vampires murder me, of course.

BILLY BURKE

Alright, just bring this pepper spray with you. It's literally the very least I can do to offer it to my teenage daughter.

KRISTEN STEWART

Daaaaad! Stop being such a loser, I don't need this!

BILLY BURKE

Really? Weren't you almost raped by four guys earlier in the movie?

KRISTEN STEWART

Yeah but I have a BOYFRIEND now, which means I no longer have to be independent or physically capable of doing anything on my own. GOD!

ROBERT and KRISTEN go to visit ROBERT'S FAMILY MANSION in the middle of the woods, because of course the FANTASY MALE should be rich, too.

INT. GLASS MANSION

KRISTEN meets ROBERT'S VAMPIRE FAMILY.

KRISTEN STEWART

Jesus, this place is paler than an Anne Rice book signing event. At least it doesn't smell as bad.

PETER FACINELLI

Welcome to our ridiculously expensive home. I'm the father figure of this family because I'm the one who turned them all into vampires. There's something disturbing about the idea that I've only turned teenagers into vampires, but let's ignore that.

KRISTEN STEWART

Wow, you guys are so close. What keeps this family together so well?

PETER FACINELLI

Funny you should ask. Let me tell you about Count Joseph Von Smith. One day a vampire named Moronula appeared to him and told him to find these golden stakes buried in a coffin...

NIKKI REED

Knock it off, dad. So, Kristen, there must be something really special about you for Robert to take such a liking to you and risk the lives of his entire family. Tell us about yourself.

KRISTEN STEWART

Me? Oh, no. I'm just a hollow placeholder for all of the teenage girls in the audience to project their personalities onto. I have none of my own whatsoever.

NIKKI REED

Oh. Well what do you like to do for fun?

KRISTEN STEWART

Mostly smoke pot on my porch in front of the paparazzi. What about you guys?

PETER FACINELLI

Vampire baseball.

KRISTEN STEWART

Ha ha, no seriously.

PETER FACINELLI

Really. Vampire baseball. We even have uniforms. Want to come watch us play?

KRISTEN STEWART

Actually, as it happens, the very last thing on Earth I or any other sane person would want to watch is vampire baseball, but go ahead.

They play vampire baseball, which looks exactly as stupid as it sounds to all of the males in the audience. The game attracts the attention of some EVIL VAMPIRES, who actually do the type of shit vampires are supposed to, like fucking kill boring humans. One of them, CAM GIGANDET, notices KRISTEN.

CAM GIGANDET

Oh man, that looks great, are you gonna finish that?

ROBERT PATTINSON

Stay away from her or my family will have to kill you. Specifically, we'll have to hiss at you like fifth graders pretending to be Dracula, and then kill you.

CAM GIGANDET

Murder, eh? That's one hell of a family activity. My family usually just plays Scrabble.

PETER FACINELLI

The family that slays together, stays together.

CAM tries to eat KRISTEN, a poorly directed action sequence ensues, and eventually he is defeated.

PETER FACINELLI

Kristen's been bitten! She'll be turned into a vampire within minutes unless you suck the venom out! I can't do it for some reason or another.

ROBERT PATTINSON

Since the whole novel this is based on is just Mormon propaganda for abstinence and bloodsucking is a metaphor for sex, what exactly is this advocating?

PETER FACINELLI

Look, all I know is that even though it's going to be REALLY HARD, you're just going to have to PULL OUT of her before CLIMAX. The climax of the movie, I mean.

He DOES. It's very DISSATISFYING.

INT. HOSPITAL

KRISTEN wakes up in the hospital, and ROBERT wakes up after her.

KRISTEN STEWART

I thought vampires never slept.

ROBERT PATTINSON

Script. Six weeks. Remember?

KRISTEN STEWART

Right. Well, thanks for saving my life after endangering it by inviting me into your dangerous world. Let's go to the prom together.

ROBERT PATTINSON

Actually, I think it would be better if we broke up. To keep you safe.

KRISTEN STEWART

From vampires?

ROBERT PATTINSON

No, from being typecast forever after this series is done. I'm screwed, but it's not too late for you.

KRISTEN STEWART

No. No, you can't ever leave me. Never. No matter what. We must be together forever and ever and ever.

ROBERT PATTINSON

Holy shit, you're a clingy psychotic bitch. Maybe we have a realistic high school relationship after all.

They stay together and go to the PROM.

KRISTEN STEWART

I want you to make me a vampire so that I can be with you, even if it means sacrificing my own life as a mortal.

ROBERT PATTINSON

So, the next generation of young women are currently flocking to see a female lead starring in a movie by a female director based on a bestselling book by a female author, and in this movie the main character wants to become completely submissive and self-sacrificing for a male.

KRISTEN STEWART

I love you. Put a baby in me.

ROBERT PATTINSON

At least the other three books can't possibly be more misogynistic and depressing.

They ARE.

END

Source: Cracked

2008-12-14T21:39:00.001-08:00

You're breaking my heart.

That's basically the only thing I want to say. You order me to do this and that and you just expect me to drop everything I'm doing, be grateful you deemed me capable of attending to your needs and just nod my head eagerly as I finish the task and wait for you to pat my head like the good dog that I am.

I am not a dog, Nana.

You are.

2008-08-30T11:15:00.001-07:00

Every girl needs a man.

You know, the kind that'll treat you right.

The kind that has enough respect for you and is willing to change, just to be with you.

The kind that searches for you with all his heart and that can be trusted in a room full of beautiful girls.

Every girl needs a man who won't cheat on her because he knows she's got all that he wants and needs already.

He would be willing to be your friend, and your lover, and he won't mind calling you early in the morning just to say good morning or late at night to say good night; maybe even sing you a good morning song and tell you a bedtime story or talk to you until you fall asleep.

This guy will be the kind that'll do anything for you, even if it's to just go to the store and buy you your favorite kind of candy.

He would defend and fight for you, and he wouldn't bail on you for his friends when you need him most.

The kind that won't leave you lonely and wondering; the one that calls you surprisingly, even if he's out with his friend/s, just to tell you that he loves and misses you a lot.

The kind that isn't afraid to smile to his friends every time you're around and tell them, "She's the one".

The kind that appreciates you for the things you do for him, even if they're little.

The ones that actually thank you for the little love notes you leave him, waits for you when you're falling behind, and opens doors for you.

Every girl needs a man who will take you out on dates once in awhile and buys you flowers just because it's a Wednesday.

The kind of guy that notices your hair when you just got it cut or done beautifully for him.

He would remind you that he loves you and that he's happy to be with you, just in case you forget.

The kind that doesn't just want kisses and hugs, but to actually love and be loved.

You deserve a guy that will call you beautiful instead of hot, who kisses your forehead when you're down, tells you to be strong and to not cry, and when you do cry, he'd be there crying with you because he knows you're having a tough time.

Those kinds that will go through thick and thin with and for you.

Those kinds that just loves you for who you are and not for who you aren't; loves you because you're his little brat and he's your teddy bear.

2008-08-29T17:37:00.001-07:00

I want a boy...

Who will move the hair away from my eyes, and then kiss me.

Who will hold my hand in line at the mall and make all the girls jealous.

A pretty boy, but not so pretty that I feel awkward.

A boy who thinks I'm b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l.

A boy who will sing to me at random moments.

Who lets me sleep on his chest.

I want a guy who will tell his mother I have beautiful eyes, a guy who will bring me orange juice when I'm sick, who writes songs about me because he doesn't know any other way to tell me how he feels.

I want a boy who is more goofy than romantic, but knows the right things to say at the right times.

I want a boy who will call me 3 times a day if he went away.

A boy who will apologize for calling too much, and no matter how many times I tell him its okay, he'd still do it.

A boy who will let me gossip to him and just smile and agree with everything I say.

A boy who will throw stuffed animals at me when I acted dumb and then jump on me and kiss me a million times.

I want a boy who will write me notes in class, and give me flowers every once in a while for no real reason at all.

Who will bet kisses on who could beat whom at particular game.

Who makes fun of me just to make me laugh.

A boy who will surprise me with a 25 cent ring and we could have a contest of how far we can spit our gum.

Who will take me to the park, put his hands around my waist and give me big bear hugs all the time.

A boy who will kiss my neck, just to have a reason to tell me how much he loves my new perfume.

I want a boy who, at night, will dance in his pajamas with me.

A boy who will take pictures in photo booths with me, someone who will never turn down a trip to the lake and who will play tag on the beach with me.

Who will tell all his friends about me and smile when he does it.

A boy who could sit with me on the kitchen floor and eat sandwiches. Who will make out with me in the pouring rain and will tell me when he doesn't think something looks good.

I want a boy who would try to teach me how to play the guitar, even if we just end up laughing at each other.

I want a boy who will run his fingers through my hair, share his lollipops with me, and get along with all of my siblings.

Someone who would never be afraid to say I love you in front of his friends and someone who would argue with me about silly things just to make up.

I want a boy who will take me to Target to just make fun of some of the stuff there.

Someone who will kiss me at midnight on New Years and who will make funny faces at me when I'm on the phone.

I want a boy who will count stars with me and be friends with my family.

I want a boy who will stay home with me on a Friday night just to help me make dinner and watch movies together under the same blanket.

Someone who will squirt water guns at me in the house after I've got him soaked.

A boy who will tell me I'm b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l but not too often.

I want a boy who looks me the eye and tells me something serious, that was also funny and make me promise not to laugh.

A boy who could make me laugh like no one else can.

I want a boy who will hold me closer than normal when I'm sick, and would play with my hair.

But mostly I want a boy who is my best friend and will always be there for me.

2008-08-10T10:51:00.001-07:00

Answer time!

(I haven't answered any of the questions in probably 2 years, I have a lot of archives but I will try to answer all of them in due time - although I should warn you, I usually have a lot to say so my answers are long. It'll probably take time for me to answer 2 years worth of questions. The order of answer is from most recent, okay? Thanks) :D Oh and btw, please leave your names!

name = clarissa
question = where did you study in high school? :)
I studied at OB Montessori in GH. (:

name =
question = do you have a boyfriend?
Not at this moment. Hahahahaha.

name =
question = ?
Answer.

name = kara
question = where do you live?
Neverwhere; neither here nor there.

name = mich
question = may kilala ka bang Sammy Lubton?
No, sorry.

name = DJ
question = essa!!! remember me? hw re you?? its me dj cruz!
Sorry, I'm pretty sure you aren't DJ. DJ doesn't know I blog and even if he found out, I haven't been updating until very recently (and this question was dated back to June 2008 - wala akong posts non). And my blogs are full of nonsense and shit, and DJ doesn't bother with it. Hahahah. Besides, di sha ganyan magtype ng message. My friends and I would appreciate it if you refrained from using other people's names, whoever you are. Come back and message me again once you do so! Thank you! (:

name =
question = do you party? like embassy and shit?
Uh, not anymore. Hahah. I used to go to Embassy (and shit - sorry, I couldn't resist!) and Warehouse a lot last year. Ganun kasi yung mga kasama ko nun, they love to party. But I wasn't really into that thing though I was partying all week, most of the time. That's why I guess I grew out of it really fast. It's pretty tiring and I'm exhausted enough as is!

name =
question = why dont you hang out with your old barkada na? like sila kate and maryrose?
I had a falling out with them a couple of years back and when we got back to being friends, it was never the same. Though we're all civil now, it never got back to the way it used to be. There's still a lot of tension and awkward moments that hang in the air when we're around each other and it's not comfortable at all. So to avoid that, I just cut them out of my life completely. We say hi when we see each other, I guess. We're all very civil. (: Maria, on the other hand, I still get to see very much. We're still bestfriends. She still loves me and I still love her. No bad blood there! He he. We both study in UAP though she's in CAS and I, in EM. I just really don't go out anymore. Homebody and loser right here.

name =
question = Hi essa!! I really love your blog! Its fun to read! Update ka naman!!!
Wow. Hahaha! Thanks (; Sorry I don't get to update a lot, I guess. I do so every now and then in my multiply, but they aren't really blogs. Just reminders. I don't know! Haha. I still write a lot but they're just stuck in my laptop, I never publish them. Maybe I will (:

name = secret
question = Hi!
Hello!

name =
question = have you been to trinoma?
Yes, I have! 4 times, I think... (: Uhm, Once with Jaime and his family, once with Jaime and Janb, once with Jaime and Vicente, and once with kuya Jap and Richard. I don't go there a lot because it's far. I'm mostly in Shang and BHS.

name =
question = what genre of music do you like? whos your favorite artist? whats your favrite song?
Uhm... rock and roooooooooll and jazz. I'm pretty old school. Nobody ever borrows my ipod because they don't know most of the songs! Hahaha. Favorite artist? Hard to tell. But I'm very much loving Mraz and Casablancas, still. Favorite song? Impossible to say. The song I'm listening to right now is Touch Me by the Doors, though. I like Chris Montez (yes, that kind of old school!) and the Beatles but nearly everyone still does. I like the 80's and 90's... they were pretty chill (SUGAR RAY! HAHA). True by Spandau Ballet is in almost all my playlists though! This is a very hard question, you just have to look at my ipod. Hahah!

name =
question = how old were you when you had your first serious bf?
Uhm, I'm not sure if I can even call it serious. Haha! The closest I had to one was last year. When I was younger, I truly thought my relationships were serious. I was very, very wrong! Mwahahah.

Well, my loves. That's it for tonight. I'm about to do my daily read before I hit the sack. Besides, it's 3am already.

2008-08-10T10:18:00.000-07:00

Where is the line between romantic and delusional?

and how do you know once you've crossed said line?

Do we live in the physical world that we can touch?

or do we live in the world we create in our minds?

2008-08-08T10:18:00.000-07:00

A SEEMINGLY DECENT BD REVIEW,

Twilight tempted the imagination. New Moon made readers thirsty for more. Eclipse turned the saga into a worldwide phenomenon. And now, the book that everyone has been waiting for....

Breaking Dawn, the final book in the #1 bestselling Twilight Series, will take your breath away.

And not in a good way.

In Breaking Dawn, the highly-anticipated 4^th book in Stephenie Meyer's enthralling Twilight Saga, the author does nothing but... disappoint.

When we first meet heroine Bella Swan in Twilight, rabid fangirls immediately felt a connection to the insecure, nothing-special, klumsy teen. What captivated the audience even more was how she managed to get the perfect, mysterious, debonair Edward Cullen to fall in love with her. Of course, girls everywhere fell in love with the fantasy Cinderella story our lovable star has gotten herself into. Twilight, the first book, gave us a taste of first love about to bloom.

In New Moon, fans grew even closer to Bella when she gets a dose of her first heart-break. Edward Cullen, gentleman and blood-lust-oppressor extraordinaire, thinking back on the near-death experience his sweetling endured because of badass nomadic vampire James, has suddenly decided that staying with a weak, vulnerable human such as Bella would inevitably endanger her life. Martyrdom as one of his trademarks, the vampire unadvisedly chooses to leave the one love of his life – even if it killed him. On the other side of the world, a destroyed Bella tries first to cope with the repercussions of being left behind and then moves on to trying to piece her life together with the help of newfound werewolf-bestfriend, Jacob Black. Considering how perfect Edward is, of course he could not live without his amour. Due to a misunderstanding between the vamps, Edward receives news that Bella has committed suicide – so he decides to have himself killed as well, thinking that they can be together in the after-life. Bella jets off to Italy to stop Edward and comes out, as you might expect, succesful. Both continue on with their life in bliss. The underlining messge in New Moon? Love will find it's way back to each other.

As one advances to the 3^rd book however, the starlet becomes less endearing and more annoying. Fickle-minded is an understatement when used to describe Bella. Remember werewolf-bestfriend Jacob? Yeah, him. Well, he falls inlove with our leading lady and openly shows his views on her dating a Vamp. As with most fantasy novels, Vampires and Werewolves have an open dislike for one another. Translation: they are mortal enemies (ironic, since neither dies). As the two battle it out with witty quips for the affection of their love, Bella simply cannot help by adding to the drama. She repeatedly tells the Vampire-boyfriend that she and her Werewolf-bestfriend are simply no more than that – while continuously disproving the point by leading Jacob on. While this reality-tv like plot ensues, another wicked vampire is brewing up a plan to avenge her lover, James, and kill Bella (What is it about her and vamps?). As the book progresses and our characters learn about this nefarious plan, dog and leech decide to band together to protect their lady-love from evil, broken-hearted, bitter Victoria. By the end of the book, the main characters come out victorious with the battle. The heroine, however, inconsistent as ever, decides to cheat on perfect vampire boytoy with werewolf buddy before finally deciding that she cannot live without Mr. Fangs. Heartbroken, Mr. Paws decides to leave. Eclipse tells us that true love always prevails.

Ah, the 4^th book. The book I've been ranting about for 6 days now. Where to start?

Divided into 3 parts (3 books, as it is called in the novel), narration varies from Bella, to Jacob, then back to Bella again.

In the “first book”, we once again read from Bella's usual perspective. The story starts with our heroine pondering the situation she has gotten herself into – that is, engaged to Dazzle King Vampire Edward. The upcoming nuptials, ofcourse, has been entirely Edward's idea in negotation with Bella and her raging hormones. Translation: He will not have sex with her (no matter how horny she my be – and he) out of wedlock. Reluctantly, Bella agrees because apparently, she can wait no longer (Wow. Any of you girlies experience this? I surely have not. Then again, a vampire doesn't sneak up my house and sleep beside me in my bed during the dead of night). Heaps of other circumstances have been hovering at the back of her mind as well – such as her 2 new cars (which she doesn't want, by the way), an unlimited credit card (which she also doesn't want), a fabulous wedding thrown by her sister-in-law-to-be (which she keeps saying she is grateful for but complains about in numerous occassions) and her parents' approval of all of this (Yes, because she apparently think it's better if they didn't. Right.).

As expected, the wedding ceremony was spectacular. The real spectacle, of course, happens when infamous werewolf-bestfriend Jacob decides to make an appearance. As a gift to the blushing bride, thoughtful new vamp groom invites supposed werewolf bestman because he knew, again because he is perfect like that, that she wanted him to be there. Giving the bestfriends privacy, Edward finds something else to occupy his time with while the buddies catch-up. That didn't take too long however, because Jacob starts to go berserk once the topic of their marriage consummation arises (I completely understand where he's coming from. Necrophilia is sick – even if it is with a perfect vampire). Sensing the turn of events as he eavesdropped on Jacob's mind, husband immediately asks Jacob to leave.

Brushing off the unnerving encounter, the pair play the part of perfect couple as if nothing out of the ordinary just occurred. Once the newlyweds have finished mingling with their guests, they jet off to a beautiful location called Esme Island – yes, after Edward's mother (I guess generosity and romantic gestures run in the family). The couple enjoy their time there in pure wedded bliss, until Husband becomes Father when he impregnates Bella after 2 weeks of sex.

Now, let me recall a couple of months ago, during a q&a with Authoress Stephenie Meyer, did she not say that Vampires have venom instead of body fluids? How then, pray tell, did Bella get herself pregnant? It shouldn't matter then that one of them is still human. If I recall correctly, sperm is a body fluid, not venom. Does he have some kind of super dazzle sperm or something? 'Cause if that's the case, then I don't see how vampires cannot breed with other vampires. If the male vampires have dazzle sperm, shouldn't the female ones have dazzle eggs, as well? Correct me if I'm wrong but that just doesn't add up.

Anyways, tallying back, like all male creatures, Edward freaks about the prospect of being a father to this abomination – and he is not alone in this. Most of the Cullens do some freaking out as well, with the exception of Esme, Rosalie, and Emmett. We soon find out where all the fears come from - ofcourse, the creature growing inside Bella isn't fully human; she's half-vampire. And as a vampire, well, she needs to feed on blood. But the characters figure this out much later, so while they are trying to think about what can heal Bella, the little monster inside her belly is feeding off of her.

In “book 2”, with Jacob as the narrator, I found reading his thoughts much easier than reading Bella's. He offers a fresher perspective for the audience and we all take comfort in being away from Bella's usual laments. Although not exactly as entrancing as the sneak peak of Midnight Sun we got from Edward's POV, it still felt good to be away from Bella.

Most of the pregnancy were shown through Jacob's eyes. How he dealt with the situation and how he thought of it. By this time, he developed a kind of kinship with Edward – who turned into an empty-shell of man upon realizing how helpless he was in Bella's case.

When the pack heard about this hybrid the Cullens were breeding, they all call for a meeting and decide that this creature Bella is nursing is a threat to everybody. Sam, as Alpha, has then decided that this has to be stopped. Jake, realizing the danger was not only to that thing Bella was carrying inside her but to her as well, didn't hear any of it. So when Sam made direct pack orders, Jacob turns ass and decides to assume his role as Alpha. He heads off in hot pursuit of the Cullens to warn them about the Pack's about face to their treaty. Little Seth joins in on the ride as he has developed a fondness for Edward.

Soon enough, only female werewolf Leah, Seth's older sister, decides she wants to stay with Jacob and joins his pack. The trio dedicate their lives in making sure the Cullens were protected.

The birthing was from Jacob's eyes and we discover how gruesome it was. The child actually tore at Bella's stomach to get out. Jacob, seeing his bestfriend dying before his eyes, decides that he has to kill the thing that did it to her – their child.

Ah yes, THE CHILD. The daughter who has Bella's eyes, Edward's everything, and Charlie's curly hair. The one named after both sets of grandparents – Renesme Carlie. I swear, I still burst out laughing whenever I hear that. Oh, and here's the clincher, her nick name is Nessie – as in the Loch Ness Monster. HAHAHA.

Jacob goes down to find Rosalie cradling the baby. He couldn't get full view because Rosalie's front was facing the same direction as he... he crouches down, ready to pounce, when Rosalie turns and he gets to see the baby. All of a sudden....

BOOM.

“I am in love” thought the Dog. YES, he imprinted on Nessie. YES, he imprinted on the daughter of the girl he loves more than anyone else in the world. YES, he imprinted on a half-vampire. YES, he imprinted on a girl who will only mature up to 7 years old in her physical form.

NECROPHILIA and now PEDOPHILIA? That's really sick.

With that, Jacob's narration ended.

When we finally get back into Bella's head again, we read about a whole chapter of her whining and whining in her head – seemingly dead. But alas, she is not... for while Jake was imprinting on her daughter, Edward started biting her and injecting venom into her heart, making her a vampire.

Bella wakes up 2 days later, in full vampire form. Beautiful face, perfect body, melodious voice, and superpowers to boot. Yes, Bella becomes Supervampire – or superbella. Whichever you prefer. Next to her, the Cullens seem dispensible because apparently, she is better than all of them.

The problem with all of this is that Bella lost her essence, she is no longer the girl everyone identified with.

Amazingly, the story didn't end there. Instead, we find Bella faced with another bitter vampiress whose lover, Laurent, was killed again because of Bella. Sneaky, little, thing that she is though... she decides to contact the Volturi instead of staging an all-out war by herself. Irina, one of the Denali's, sees little Nessie and remembers that Vamps were banned from making little vamps because of their inability to control themselves.

The Volturi, always glad to have more to do, decide to pay the Cullens a little visit and see what they were stirring up controversies for now. Alice, upon foreseeing the future in her mind, immediately gets wind of this and alerts her fellow Cullens. Having already grown attached to the little one, the Cullens decide to host a vampire-gathering to bear as their witness that Nessie is harmless.

Actually, I got pretty excited at this part because lots of new Vamps were introduced – along with their powers. SM may have lost her talent for writing stories, but her characters are as captivating as ever.

To my utter dismay, the little gathering was nothing more than a little fart in the wind. Building up the tension to what may be a great war rivaling JK Rowling's “The War at Hogwarts” chapter in the final HP Novel, SM decides that Bella and her superpowers are stronger than all the Volturis. That, and her daughter. So yeah, the VAMPIRE SOIREE was nothing more than that – a soiree.

The book did not climax.

While reading this, it was reminiscent of reading a thousand fanfics all of which had a happy ending. Stering clear of “The Great Sacrifice”, which is famous in the fantasy genre – that is, killing one of the favorite characters in the book, SM gave all the fans what they wanted. She wrote the book thinking like a reader, and not like an author.

No grandeur.

She didn't add anything essential to the book.

She just tied up loose ends.

With that, we bid adieu to the Cullens.

2008-08-02T08:51:00.000-07:00

We're all morons. We're all idiots. We're all still trying to find ourselves - searching for ourselves. Ultimately, I think that that's what life is all about, finding yourself. And once you do so, you die. And it's a tragedy. But tragedies are always beautiful in a heart-shattering, painful way. So what else is new?

2008-08-02T08:41:00.001-07:00

Imagine settling for a life you can have because you don’t have the courage to go after the life you really want. That’s what made me do it—make one of those decisions—the kind that bends your future in a whole new direction. Every day the opportunity exists to change your life. But most days, the idea of having to change the big things in life just seems like too much work.

2008-08-02T08:33:00.000-07:00

I like nonsense. It wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of the telescope,
and that enables you to laugh at life's realities.

2008-08-02T08:31:00.001-07:00

My biggest fear? No, it's not spiders or snakes or even clowns. Although I do tend to have nightmares about them. But this fear is so much bigger. Bigger than me or you. The fear of leaving this world without affecting someone's life. Without leaving a memory of me somewhere on this earth. Yeah, that's what I’m afraid of.

2008-08-02T08:26:00.001-07:00

There are some things in this world you rely on, like a sure bet. And when they let you down, shifting
from where you've carefully placed them, it shakes your faith, right where you stand.

2008-08-02T08:07:00.001-07:00

Remember: you're still young enough to fall in and out of love a few more times
before you get it just right. it doesn't sound fun, but trust me, it's worth it every single time.

2008-08-02T07:53:00.000-07:00

They say we'll never see half as much as they did.
It's true that we never saw The Vietnam War or World War Two.
We didn't see our mother's cry when John F. Kennedy died,
But we've lived our whole lives being told that we're just not good enough.
We've seen anorexia and bulimia because skinny just isn't skinny enough.
We saw Columbine and watched the Twin Towers fall.
We've seen a lot of greed and even more ~~hate.~~
Our generation fights a different kind of war but we've seen just as much as them..
And maybe even more.

2008-08-02T07:51:00.000-07:00

You say I'm the one who shut everyone out;
well maybe you didn't try very hard to stay in.

2008-08-02T07:45:00.000-07:00

Old Adage

Don't believe that old cliche, that good things come to those who wait. I think good things come to those who want something so bad, they can't sit still.

2008-08-02T07:44:00.000-07:00

We wonder why black & white photos capture our soul. I think it's because without color, we aren't drawn to make-up, or the color of our eyes, or our hair, or how tan our skin is. Black & white captures the innocence on ones face & their vulnerability. The glow comes from the inside brightening our eyes, our skin, & smile. It grabs the truth that liberates us.

(:

2008-07-26T03:22:00.000-07:00

What member of the Cullen family are you?

(:

2008-04-30T06:57:00.001-07:00

I do declare!

Something fishy is up.

We're good.

I wonder... what so ever can be the catch?

2008-04-21T23:13:00.000-07:00

Grabbed from Trish (:

Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following. They have to be real places, names, and things. Nothing made up! Try to use different answers if the person who answered the survey before you had the same initial letter. You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question.

1. Your name: Essa

2. Four words: Elegant, Eloquent, Ethereal, Effervescent

3. State/country: England

4. Boy Name: Edward

5. Girl Name: Elizabeth

6. Occupation: Entrepreneur

7. Word that describes you the best: Eloquent

8.Something you can wear: Earrings.

9. Something found in a kitchen: Eggs

10. Name one object that is so valuable to you: Edward. <3

11. Something you shout: Earthquake!!!!!!

12. Something you do at school: Eat

13. Name of a friend: Ella Yap Ornales (:

14. Name of an animal: Ellie the Elephant

15. Name of a drink: Eggnog.

16. Name of a holiday: Easter

17. Name of a subject in school: ENGLISH.

18. Name of a cousin: Erick

19. Name of a fast food chain: Earl's Diner (I researched this!)

20. Name of a person you're crushing or had a crush on: Edward? Haha!

21. Name of a food you like: Eggs. Scrambled, if you please (:

22. Name of a food you do not like: Eggplant.

23. Name of a kid's toy: Eloise the doll. Seriously.

24. Name of a flowering plant: Enchanter's Nightshade (GOOGLE IT!)

25. Name of a shopping mall: E-BAY. Online shopping mall!

26. Name of a person you like: Edward. (Yes, he is my boyfriend)

27. Name of a person you dislike:

28. Name of a place in your school:

29. Name of an object in front of you: Earphones.

30. Name of an electronic device: E-book reader

31. Name of a color:

32. Name of a tourist spot: England.

33. Name of a shoe:

34. Brand of a car:

36. Name of a candy: Eye-candy (:

37. Name of a book: Essex Sisters by Eloisa James

38. Name of a cellphone brand: Ericson

39. Name of a sickness:

40. Name of a kind of fish: Eel!

41. Make a sentence with at least 6 words starting with your first letter name only.
Essa Employed Ernie Enrille Expecting Ernie to do well. Hah!

2008-03-23T13:06:00.000-07:00

JUST A THOUGHT:

A guy and a girl can be just friends - but not immediately after a relationship. If a guy and a girl can be friends right after the relationship, it's only one of 2 things:

- they were never really in love

OR

- they still are.

2008-03-23T12:43:00.000-07:00

COLLEGE

To tell you the truth, quite honestly, I'm dreading going to uap for college. Somehow, I know it's gonna be awkward for you with me being there, and for me with you being there. I think we should just go on with our lives and continue our seperate ways. I have no idea why you're hiding from me because really, I have no intentions of vying for your affections and the like. I'm quite happy with myself and imagine you are too. I'm not asking for your special attention, not at all. I just think that we might as well be civil with all our common friends there. I know they were your friends first, but I quite consider them my friends now too. Yes, I do wish we could go back to the way we were, but I don't know why you suddenly started avoiding me. We never really did anything wrong, right? We also never really WENT somewhere. We were good friends and comfortable with each other. I wasn't your girlfriend in every sense of the word, anyways. My heart bleeds for what we once were, but I'm not gonna die nor cry over it. It's over and that's okay. Thanks for the memories, buddy. But that's it, and it's fine. I saw some other guys just like you saw some other girls, what's the big deal? It's kinda funny how it ended, really. In hindsight, I laugh over it.

We'll be in the same school and it's inevitable that you and I run into each other. But so what? Let's be adults and be happy for one another. Then maybe we can start being friends again. Let me know when you're ready, 'cause it never really ended for me. (Not in a romantic sense, no need to worry. In a platonic way.)

2008-01-12T08:27:00.000-08:00

My one love.

It's been quite awhile since I blogged, here in my blogspot, for all my readers to see and indulge themselves immensely on someone else's life. I used to blog far more frequently back in the days - but I've simply grown out of it. It doesn't compel me anymore to lead my life as an open book. To let others know completely what is going on through my eyes. I have been blogging on my multiply account (for all of you who want to catch up), but that's different. Simply because it is only accessible to those who are in my contacts list (and I do not, absolutely do not, just add people there).

But I've missed it. Oh god, how I missed blogging. People asking me what's been happening, nagging me to update and write and write and write! I missed the thrill of it all. Staring in front of the monitor, waiting as your fingers tap away into the keyboard - seemingly taking a life of it's own. Oh it's wonderful, the feeling! It truly is! Such a remarkable thing, the human mind is. Specially when creativity just oozes from your ears. Mere ambiguous ideas being overridden by the desire to just keep going. You have no chance to stop and think, do what I'm babbling about make any sense at all? But you don't care! You don't stop to proof-read like you do with short stories, or journals, or long-overdue term papers! NO. You just keep typing. Life on a pen with lurid details simply do it better for me. It suits me. It is who I am. Shrewd, frank, a little bit insane, a spot of recklessness, but honest to life.

Lately, I've been seeing that I much prefer the company of my siblings than I do my friends (no offense meant there). It's just that sometimes, I feel as if my friends and I have nothing else to talk about than each other's lives! Stupid, really. And to tell you the truth, quite boring. I don't care much about what you are wearing, and you probably don't care much about what I am too. I need more from a conversation than non-stop gossip and backstabbing. Really. I need something more stimulating to the mind and the soul. I need to talk about books, literature, social events, politics, movies, television shows, history, art, ANYTHING ELSE RATHER THAN HER WEARING FAKE CHANEL'S. No one really cares. Everyone here does too - including you. Enough of the pretending for us. We aren't Upper East Siders, nor members of the ton, nor Bella Swan. We aren't whom we want to be. Let it go. Relax. Kick back. Watch a movie. Put your feet up. Drink coffee. Shop. Walk in the rain. Do something absolutely stupid.

That's close enough for jazz and good enough for rock and roll.

2006-12-27T14:29:00.000-08:00

God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

Okay. Oo. Makapal mukha to blog sa randomly after months of worthy-cause posts. Pero bakit ba? Na miss ko eh. Wag ka epal.

On a happier note, Happy holidays to all of you! Whether you celebrate Christmas, Hannukah, Chrismukkuh (Nagmamaka-OC pa kayo. Di naman kayo Jewish.)or not celebrate Christmas at all, I greet you on this momentous day. Well, on the momentous day of the 25th. I guess this is a belated greeting then.

Since it is a day in between Christmas and New Year today, I'd like to share some trivia about these in-between days with you. Do you know that these days are called "Dead days"? Idea, have not I on why. But I am sure of this because I saw it on a book in Fullybooked I want to purchase. It is entitled "The book of dead days" So research, I shall, on why.

Hold on.

Apparently, the eponymous "Dead days", or the days in between Christmas and New Year, in other cultures, are the inter-calery days that adjust the 360 days of 30 day months to the 365 days it takes to circle the sun.

So there you go.

On other news, I have been going crazy lately. I need help. My insanity has gone rampant. I've been going out non-stop and spending money like crazy. Like crazy, I tell you. Get me away from Shrangri-La. Pretty soon, I would have bought the entirety of that mall.

By the way, Cheers to all who gave me gifts this year. I love every single one of them to bits. And this is no over-reaction. Hahah. You can even say that was an understatement.

READ The Devil and Miss Prym. I LOVE THE BOOK. It is by Paulo Coelho. In this breath-taking novel, Paulo Coleho takes as his starting point the basic theme of good versus evil. "ARE ALL HUMAN BEINGS ESSENTIALLY EVIL?" At this moment, I have read 5 books by Coelho (The Alchemist, Veronika Decides to Die, Eleven Minutes, By the River Piedra, I Sat Down and Wept, and The Devil and Miss Prym) and cannot wait to read his other novels (The Zahir is supposedly good.)

So far, in this post, I have brought up The Holidays, The Dead days, My insanity, my presents, and books.

Speaking of the Holidays, I want to watch it!

Okay. Now the non-sensicality is complete.

2006-12-21T02:07:00.000-08:00

Open your eyes

When will we begin to live again? When will we fight for something we strongly believe in? I say drop everything you're doing and LIVE.

I received an email regarding a site that was removed by Google from the AdWords, whose posts have been blocked by Yahoo, and whose book reviews were deleted by amazon all because the writer Obadiah Shoher, an anonymous politician in Israel, writes extremely controversial articles about Israel, the Middle East politics, and terrorism. Shoher is equally critical of Jewish and Muslim myths, and advocates political rationalism instead of moralizing.

Does this sound fair to you? Whatever happened to freedom of speech? Are they so afraid of the effect this will have on the people? Don't they think that by banishing this blog they are too seem as if there is something wrong with what they are doing? Or that there are actually sense & truth to the points being raised by Shoher?

I say stand up. Stand up and fight. Fight and make something out of nothing. Make something out of nothing and go against the grain. Go against the grain and support Shoher.

Support

Kudos to Obadiah Shoher and Mr. Eugene Gershin.

2006-11-08T04:02:00.000-08:00

Parang kayo, pero hinde

She is a 24-year old copywriter. He is an architect. They met and became lovers in college. They broke up last year but remained to be "friends."They send sweet text messages and he calls her often to make sure she's okay. They still date. They still have sex.They don't see anyone else. It is obvious that they still love each other but when asked about their situation, she doesn't know the real score. Even her friends are in the dark. "Parang sila, pero hindi."

******

She works in a telecom. He is reviewing for the board. They are in the same barkada. They talk on the phone till 4 am. He gives her chocolates, flowers and CDs even when there is no occasion. Their friends are suspecting something. Bakit sila nagsosolo kapag may overnight inuman? Why does he hold her close on the dance floor? Bakit sila magkaholding hands lagi?Sila kaya?"He hasn't admitted anything," she rants. "But I let him hug and kiss me. Parang kami, pero hindi."

******

They work together in an ad agency. After office, they would watch movie, have dinner and stroll at Glorietta. She gave him Harry Potter books for his birthday in exchange for posing as her boyfriend to make an ex jealous.They made out during the company outing in Subic and never talked about it.He said "I love you" once but she wasn't sure if she heard him correctly because they were both drunk then. But one thing she is sure of is her feelings for him. She likes him. And she's assuming that with what he's doing to her and with her, he likes her, too.

There's just one hitch: he has a girlfriend!

******

She is a 28-year-old virgin. He's a 35-year-old bachelor. Both mountaineers, they became close during their climbs. After a few dates in posh restaurants, he brings her to his condo here they would make out.They have been doing this for months. She wants to believe that "sila na" but then she's not really sure about it. "We don't talk about it but it doesn't really matter," she'd tell her friends. "What's important is I am enjoying this -- whatever it is."

******

The "parang kayo, pero hindi" stage. Others call it MU or mutual understanding. Pseudo-relationships. Pseudo-boyfriends.

Flings. Almost like a relationship, but not quite. It is a phase where the people involved are more than friends, but not quite lovers.

Puwedeng may verbal agreement, puwedeng wala. One or both of you may have admitted your feelings, possible ding hindi. You just let your gestures do the talking for you. There was no formal courtship. You are not together.

Pero sa kilos niyo, sa mga sinasabi niyo, parang kayo, pero hindi.This kind of "relationship" can happen at different stages for different reasons. It can happen after a break-up. You still love each other, and you want to be with each other but you broke up for a reason. And for reasons that you alone know, you can't jump back into the relationship quite yet.

It can also happen before a relationship, iyong pareho kayong nakikiramdam.It is also possible that the both of you just don't want to commit into serious relationships that you settle for something less.

TESTING LANG.

There's also the possibility that you can't be together because one of you -- usually the guy -- is already committed to another relationship. So whilst he technically is still together with his current girlfriend (sabi niya makikipag-break siya soon pero di naman niya ginagawa), wala muna kayong relasyon para nga naman hindi siya nangagaliwa kasi "hindi naman kayo."

This pseudo-relationship stage, for a time, can be fun. Even more so when you're just looking for a "playmate"

Just don't expect that this relationship will head towards a certain direction because there really are no assurances.

So bakit ang daming nagse-settle sa ganitong set up ganoong hindi naman sigurado kung may patutunguhan?

There are countless reasons. Some do it for fun.

Some say "Better this, than none at all"

Others settle for the thought of it while waiting for the real thing.

For those who are not in a serious relationship, they would think that a pseudo-relationship is better than no relationship at all. It would be fun, if all you are after for is that giddy feeling.

I will admit that once upon a time, I, myself, were also engaged in pseudo-relationships.
No commitments involved. For the simplest reason that they couldn't commit, because they were either committed to someone else, or that they weren't ready to commit.

My rationalization: Better this, than none at all

Truth is, all I was after was that giddy feeling. You know? The one where someone asks how my day was. Someone to cuddle with during beach outings. Having my cellphone ring and smiling knowing that the message came from him. Having a constant companion. While waiting for the real thing, this'll do.

But then I learned that although it was only a pseudo-relationship, the emotions were real. And usually, in this kind of set up, the girl ALWAYS loses.

First of all, you can't ask him to commit. Since it's not really a relationship, you can't demand commitment from your partner. Ano ba kayo? May K ka nga ba magpasundo ng hatinggabi? You will always be uncertain about your role in his life. You can't expect him to be always there with you. And if you feel jealous of the other girls, you just have to keep it to yourself.

Ano ka ba niya para magselos? Nagpapaka awa effect?

Secondly, what if you fall deeply in love with him? You can't be sure if he feels the same way. You're just assuming and even scarier, wishful thinking, that the feelings are reciprocated.
Even if you are dying to tell him you love him, you can't. Because you're not sure if he'll like it. Baka mapahiya ka lang. Olats.

This stage will always make you wonder where you are in the relationship.

Or if there is a relationship at all.

Thirdly, what if you become attached too much?What if you have invested all your emotions and this man hasn't? What if you remain faithful to him, not entertaining other guys, only to find out that he is seeing other girls?

Another downside to pseudo-relationships are that they are fleeting. When a disagreement sets in, or when one of you gets cold, then that would be the end of it. Unlike in a serious relationship, you don't know where your place is. There is nothing to hold on to.

Because in pseudo-relationships, there is no "us" -- there is only a "you and me"

Buti sana kung pseudo-pain din lang ang mararanasan mo. Kaso, hindi eh.

Real pain. And usually, even after the pseudo-relationship is over, you can't help but one day hope that it still isn't the end. And you will be miserable, hoping to bring back what you used to have, only to find out eventually that the guy is in another pseudo-relationship with somebody else.

Ang hirap, ano? You agreed to this kind of set up for fun and then you'd end up hurting yourself in the process.

Pero puwede naman maiwasan ang pain eh. Puwede naman na hindi mo muna isipin ang future and just enjoy the feeling, without thinking of the consequences.

But if you are certain that you are going to hurt yourself and hurting someone in the process, you gotta choose: you can be happy and live the moment without worrying what would happen next. Or you can stop settling with pseudo-relationships and wait for the real thing.

When I was in a pseudo-relationship with an unavailable guy, a friend told me, "Sige, kung ayaw mong magpapigil, bahala ka. Magpakasaya ka. Pero huwag kang iiyak-iyak pagkatapos, dahil tatadyakan kita."

The bottom line is, if it makes you happy, then go for it.

Just prepare yourself for the consequences. Because the "almost there, but not quite" stage hardly becomes real. Most of the time, it ends there...

almost,
but not quite..

2006-10-02T04:55:00.000-07:00

Friendships

Hey guys, it's me... blogging again. I know, I'm sorry I haven't blogged for the longest time. It's just lately,I've kind of been in a slump, as you all might have noticed. But with that emotional slump comes good grades. Hurrah for me! (Okay, I give you time... laugh your little laugh here and snicker your little snicker. You done yet?) Ok, now going back to emotional stress, I have been kind of all over the place lately. You know... I haven't really had a decent outlet for my grief. I mean... I am surrounded by a lot of really really great people but I just don't know how they'll react to whatever I have to say or what's going on my mind. I mean, do I know these people enough? or even worse... do I trust them with this kind of weight? 'Cause boy oh boy this is some baggage I'm carrying.

Friends. You don't really need a lot of them; just a few real ones would do. But how do you know which one's are the real ones? I'm not doubting my friends or anything -- it's just... a lot of my friends have their own things and they aren't exactly the easiest people to talk to. They aren't the kind of people you just say "hey you wanna hear something pretty gosh darn heavy?" and spill your guts to - no. I probably sound awful to you guys right now but it's true. There are just some people who aren't comfortable in knowing everyone else's baggage. I guess I should be happy...I've got my own dirty little secret. Cue in Nada Surf's album, THE WEIGHT IS A GIFT. But ya'll gotta admit, a secret can sometimes drive you off the edge. In fact, I don't think secrecy is a good thing. If you really think about it, it's a lot like hypocrisy or pretension. That should be named as the 8th deadliest sin. Nothing good ever comes out of secrets, anyways. Secrets from lovers are always bad and secrets from friends NEVER turn out well. Secrecy ruins a relationship.

Okay, we're straying a tad bit too far from the topic I had in mind to discuss so tallying back, I wanted to talk about friends tonight. Not just friends friends, you know? but... a group of people or a person who just makes you feel alive. You know... people think the hard part is finding someone who would walk on fire for you
and who you would walk on fire for - but truly, that's the easy part. I think that the hardest part is finding a person who already needs you to walk on fire for them but still wouldn't let you. That's the thing... friends are supposed to be people who would walk on fire for you... but the question is: for you to be a good friend, as well ... will you actually make them?

Recently, my best friend and I haven't been on the best of terms. Think cats and dogs. Everytime we fight peole just say "You guys are you! You'll get though this." and we always do, too... But I don't know. It just feels like I'm losing her to some guy and his friends and she really picks their company over mine even when I need her the most. I know I'm being totally stupid and pathetic for putting up with her BS but... she's still my bestfriend. I mean... she may not be my friend and I may not be able to tell her stuff but, I'm still hers. I'm still her friend and she can still trust me. I can never ever leave that behind. I can never forgive myslelf if anything happened to her. I guess I'm just wired that way.

So a 10 year relationship with having no one else to run too, and jumping from one group to another can't get passed one boy -- and it's not even a boy that we both like. It's kind of stupid.

So to you, you know who you are, if you're reading this... I want you to know, I mean it.

2006-08-27T00:06:00.000-07:00

Birthdays

Happy birthday to:

Mya Tutay
Ira Paraso
Katrine So
Carmela Lazatin
Steven Nanadiego
Jon Javellana ( ;

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2006-08-22T03:32:00.000-07:00

New layout

You like? It's simple but I lovelove♥ it.

Featuring a drunken girl, the lovely Ms. Burton and the gorgeous Mr. Christensen

LOOOOOOOOVE.

Comments. Thanks :D

2006-08-20T05:23:00.000-07:00

First they came...

You want to know about discrimination?

First they put away the dealers
Keep our kids safe and off the streets
Then they put away the prostitutes
Keep married men cloisterred at home
Then they shooed away the bums
Then they beat and bashed the queers
Turned away the asylum seekers
Fed us suspicions and fears
We didn't raise our voice
We didn't make a fuss
It's funny there was no one left to notice when they came for us

Looks like witches are in season
You better fly your flag and be aware
Of anyone who might fit the description
Diversity is now our biggest fear
Now with our conversations tapped
And our differences exposed
How ya supposed to love your neighbor
With our minds and curtains closed
We used to worry bout big brother
Now we have a big father and an even bigger mother

And you still believe, this aristocracy gives a fuck about you
They put the mock, in demockracy and you swallowed every hook
The sad truth is you would rather follow the school into the net
Cuz swimming alone at sea is not the kind of freedom you actually want
So go back to your crib and suck on a tit go bask the warmth of your diaper
You're sitting in shit and piss while sucking on a giant pacifier
A country of adult infants
A legion of mental midgets
A country of adult infants
All re-gaining their unconsciousness

[read]

2006-08-07T03:53:00.000-07:00

WHAT ON EARTH AM I THINKING?

It is official: I am the most unfortunate person in the universe.

Here I am, a day after our very first exam for this quarter and semester, at area 51 - on a monday, might I add, typing my little bony fingers away. I know. I am insane. This is all my stupid brother's idea. He and his darn ego.

What am I doing here, you may ask? Well, my sonofagun of a brother left me at OB to his convenience and my utter dismay. OH HOW HE PUSHES MY BUTTONS, and not in a good way! To add to this horrific incident, my day started out pretty bad! Sure, I got up in time to get ready for school and have an hour extra review for my 4 exams, but I woke up feeling worst than ever. Yes, people. I am sick. Blah. So I called OB to check if they already had a scheduled retest for those who couldn't make it to school today but alas! Of course, there is no schedule. So I push my little body to get to the car only to find out that our driver didn't show up today. Sonofabitch (not my driver, it's just an expression). So my brother and I decided to take a cab because we didn't want to be late for school. So of course, me, wanting to throw up my insides, forced myself to go to school and to study with my friends what little time is left for us.

The exams were all easy, I have to hand it to them. I thank God I studied! I cannot afford to fail. Now more than ever. So after exams, we had regular classes (I know, OB sucks donkeys). The rest of the day was okay, except for the me wanting to throw up and not having an appetite part. And everyone knows I love to eat. Eat eat eat. Woohoo.

So after classes, I find out that Glee Club practice was cancelled for the day so I head out to area to look for my brother. Lo and behold, he is not here yet. So I decide to wait with Wesley for a couple of minutes. When I was getting pretty worried about his whereabouts, I headed back to OB to look for him. Woot. Still no sign of my ever loving brother. Hm. Pretty weird. I stay in our Alma Matter for around an hour and a half with some people and decide to go back to area to check if he was already here. Still no sign. What the fuck? I decide to call home and guess who answers the damn phone? Hey, it's my missing brother. You know, the one I waited for until 8 in the evening and never showed up? Yeah, him. Jackass.

So now I'm here, ranting about my current apathy and how pathetic today was.

Pity me? No thanks. Just be nice.

Tests cancelled for tomorrow due to battery tests and Earth quake drill. HOORRRAAY! ONE EXTRA DAY TO STUDY FOR HISTORY!

Love me.

2006-07-25T09:52:00.000-07:00

The Unfortunate Reality

Part 1: To the men

Think hard about this:
Your alarm goes off, you hit the snooze & sleep for another 10 minutes.
-- He stays up for days on end.
You take a warm shower to help you wake up.
-- He goes days or weeks without running water.
You complain of a "headache", & call in sick.
-- He gets shot at, as others are hit, & keeps moving forward.
You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, & go meet up with your friends.
-- He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.
You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket.
-- He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags.
You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you.
-- He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.
You don't feel like helping out your dad today, so you don't.
-- He does what he is told.
You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.
-- He walks the streets, searching for insurgents & terrorists.
You complain about how hot it is.
-- He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.
You go out to lunch, & complain cause the restaurant got your order wrong.
-- He does not get to eat today.
Your maid makes your bed & washes your clothes.
-- He wears the same things for months, but makes sure his weapons are clean.
You go to the mall & get your hair redone.
-- He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.
You're angry cause your class ran 5 minutes over.
-- He is told he will be held an extra 2 months.
You call your girlfriend & set a date for that night.
-- He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.
You hug & kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.
-- He holds his letter close & smells his love's perfume.
You ditch class to go to a movie.
-- He goes where he is told.
You roll your eyes as a baby cries.
-- He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, & wonders if they'll ever meet.
You criticize your government, & say that war never solves anything.
-- He sees the innocent tortured & killed by their own government & remembers why he is fighting.
You hear the jokes about the war, & make fun of the men like him.
-- He hears the gun fire & bombs.
You see only what the media wants you to see.
-- He sees the bodies of his friends lying around him.
You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't.
-- He does what he is told.
You stay at home & watch tv.
-- He takes whatever time he is given to call & write home, sleep, & eat.
You crawl into your bed, with down pillows, & try to get comfortable.
-- He crawls under a tank for shade & a 5 minute nap, only to be woken by gun fire.
You sit there & judge him, saying the world is a worse place cause of men like him.
-- If only there were more men like him

Makes you wonder, doesn't it?

2006-06-11T03:46:00.000-07:00

Recycled with an R

This journal entry was also for my English class in which I never got to submit. All because I helped a friend out. BULLSHIT, MAN. Plagiarism is plagiarism. Whatever. I mean... I dictated her whole journal entry to her and she claims na "magaleng talaga eh.. that's life" OH MAN, WHEN SIR FRITZ SAID THAT IT WAS HIS FAVORITE ENTRY AND READ IT OUT LOUD, I BURST INTO FUCKING TEARS. I wanted him to read mine, but my stupid classmate whom I dictated a journal entry to said "Les, borrow ako composition notebook mo... I'll show my mom and tell her ikaw din gumawa ng sakin" and she forgot it the day of submission! But yes, I dictated, word per word, her journal to her. Ultimo punctuation tinuro ko.

Anyways, I shall stop sour-graping and post an entry. Oh well, c'est la vie.

**

The Siphomore Slump

Wow, I can't believe it. My sophomore year is almost done. Feels just like yesterday when I entered the life that is High School and now here I am, leaving my second year - a year filled with, so far, my most troubling and disturbing emotions.

Ah, the sophomore - or the sophomore slump, as they so fondly call it. Truly a slump, it has been. Although, I cannot say that all of the events that have taken place this school year were a mishap; there were some that have definitely been worthwhile.

This school year, I grew up. I have learned, experienced, and dealt with most things kids my age wouldn't even dream of. Let me narrate thigns as I journey back:

I will never forget...

... the friendships made, rekindled, and lost.
... the parties!
... the sleepovers
... the "malling" after class
... the 3 legs of the tripod (Reena, Essa, Rochelle)
... the sisters from different mothers (Maria, Rellz)
... the calls to old friends
... the "I miss yous", "I love yous", and the "what are we doing tonights?"
... the "hanging out" and just chatting for hours
... the nasty cafeteria food
... the boy who made me fall
... my seatmates (Iz, Ace, Mig, Lex)

I have learned...

... that pretending to be okay doesn't make you okay
... that pretending to be smart doesn't make you smart
... that hating her won't make me a better person
... that you can't live your life in fear of the future and in memory of the past
... that change isn't always bad
... that we can NEVER stop the inevitable
... that you shouldn't go through life unnoticed
... that I am my own person - and that should be more than enough
... that the obvious goes unobserved
... that life is mostly at it's lowest point & it's the "little things" that keep us going
... that it's okay to cry to your friends - that somehow they'll make it all better
... that High School isn't about who's gonna be most popular, it's about who's gonna make it worthwhile
... that the destination isn't the best part, it's the journay - the getting there
... that those whom you feel are torturing you actually have your best interest at heart. And they're the most memorable.

Basically, I have learned that my friends, both old and new, are the most important people to me in the world.

And most of all, I have learned that I am not like every other girl my age. I don't look in the mirror and see a failure in life. Instead, I see a girl who's not so pretty & not the most popular girl in school, but she'll make a big difference someday.

That about sums it all up.

In other news, the summer breeze has yet to hit me. I don't know if it's because of the agonizing 2 more weeks or because I just can't let go...

(this was written before summer. Gaah.)

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:
- to Sir Fritz for his constructive criticism
- to Ms. Salayog for always being there
- To Ms. Nueva for her unending sermons
- to Bes for her shoulder
- to Rellz for her ear
- to Reena for her nagging
- to Rochelle for her faith
- to Maicee for pushing me to my limits
- to Kit for choosing her other bestfriend in an ultimatum I proposed
- to every girl who gossiped about me in the corners to parties
- to those who were my slap in the face.
- to the close-minded or misunderstanding.
- to those who broke my heart.
> You have challenged me to become the person I wanted to be. I am stronger because of the trials you put me through. And no matter what you have done to me, you have unknowingly done so much for me.

- to J, just for being

2006-06-11T03:13:00.000-07:00

Let's save the world and recycle!

Today, I plan to recycle a journal entry I made for my English class during my birthday last school year. Now, let's take a trip down memory lane, shall we...

Ooh Lordy, Lordy look who's 14.

First and foremost, before I become too engrossed with my journal entry, let me try to give you an overview of my story.

You see the O.B. Montessori annualy hosts an Acquaintance Party or soiree for the High School Department. It is usually held during the second or third friday of the school year. Every year, there is a certain theme assigned. This school year, the theme was "canzone", it was adapted from the theme of the "Personnel's kick-off Cocktail Party" which, I'm guessing, is the equivalent party for the staff.

Days before the acquaintance, all of the performers were already preparing for their cameo. Whether they be seniors, to juniors, to sophies, to freshmen to organizations, and even novice teachers, they all slaved themselves to make their number a sure, fire hit.

But I'm not here to talk about the days previous of the actual party, I'm here to talk about that one, spectacular night where differences were placed aside and the H.S. Dept. once again welcomed a new batch with open arms.

The day, unlike any other, started special. It was the day my biological mother gave birth to a baby girl named Alessandra. Ooh Lordy, Lordy, am I getting old or what? Time certainly flies by fast, doesn't it?

Well, as I woke up to start a day 14 years in the making, I took a shower, brushed my teeth, dressed up, and prepared my costume. You can say I pretty much started the day quite normally. Little did I know that my dazzlement that night would ignite a flame long afraid to burn. You can say, I broke out of my closet. Going back to my story, after getting ready, I headed to starbucks to get a frappe - my guilty pleasure is caffeine -- then to my bestfriend's, Maria's, house. We had breakfast together at Mickey D's (McDonalds to all of you idiots -- forgive. lovelove.) then we went to our 9 O'clock parlor appointment. After getting our hair curled & styled and our make-up done, Maria and I headed to school. You might be confused and wondering "Didn't you have classes that morning?" and yes, you knithead, we did. And yes again, you tard, we skipped school... but we did, however, have excuse letters (Hah! *sticks tongue out*)

When we arrived at our Beloved Alma Matter, my bestfriend dropped me off at my classroom wherein I was surprised by my history teacher and classmates by singing me a happy birthday. They, forever, are the best! I LOVE ALL OF YOU TO BITS.

Since I arrived with only 30 minutes left of our last class for the day, which was History, I never really get to catch up with their notes and lectures for that day. After what seemed like the longest 30 minutes of my entire being, Sir Bogs finally dimissed us. While everyone else was getting ready, I was already practicing on how to deliver my lines for the second half of the party.

When the party started, I wasn't allowed to be seated with my friends & classmates since I had a seat backstage with all the other performers & Mr. Fritz -- who is lovelove, by the way (; Since I was backstage, I didn't really have any knowledge of what was happening at the party per se. But I, none the less, had fun with all the other performers. So this time, you wouldn't be reading from an audience's point of view; you'd be reading from an Emcee's POV.

Backstage, the tension started to erupt when the program first started. Performerss rushing everywhere! Getting make-up re-touched, final alterations on their costumes, etc, etc. But when all was going well, everyone just ignored the tension and decided to be calm. Pretty soon, performers were jamming backstage and just having a different life of their own!

You'll find that life backstage gave you a different kind of rush. A high so good it'll take you higher and higher until you peak at your climax. Pure ecstacy. After all of the performances, I realized how harassed all of the presenters were just to make a party a success. I being one of them. But if you ask me, in the end, it was all worth it. (:

2006-06-07T14:32:00.000-07:00

Summer lovin' happened so fast.

How does one define teenage love?

Is it the air we breathe? Is it that longing for companionship? Is it butterflies going crazy at the pit of one's stomach? Is it a very strong libido? Is it a notebook filled with "Ilove you's" and "Mrs. Something's"? Is it a teddy bear won in a carnival? Is it a second glance? Is it someone's last call of the night? is it their first thought in the morning? Is it those 5 hour conversations that end in "No, you hang up first!"?

To the old ones, It is nothing more than a mere memory of what could have been. They were the one's who never stood up for what they have believed in. They were the one's who were to scared to have admitted to themselves that they've fallen. Well, I think they're the people we should pity. How unfortunate one is to have forgotten their first love! Who would want to forget that?

To most, it's called puppy love; sharing milkshakes and ice creams, shopping together, tickling each other, laughing at those silly things -- doing things considered childish. Why? because there is no sense of security? We may not have security, but we sure as hell have comfort. Yes, we like to cuddle and coze up to the warm heat when we're feeling cold. Yes, we like to tease each other and run around like we were toddlers.

To them, they can call it whatever they wanna call it. They just know less. But if you asked me...

Teenage love was him... it was that summer... the summer I finally stood up to my parents about one boy... the summer nothing else mattered... the summer where night turned into mornings and that group of friends turned to family... the summer that I learned that love wasn't going to be easy... the summer I handled head on for all the world to see... the summer I learned that someone will love me for who I am and that I don't need to change because he loves me because I am not like everyone else.... the summer that I fell inlove... the summer that I found myself... but most importantly, the summer we shared.

And although the summer and the romance may be over leaving me depressed and down, I still am head over heels.

So teenage love is a bitch; It'll kill you. It'll make you go INSANE.. but, teenage love is worth the pain. It is worth it all... for that boy and I are bestfriends... and we love each other... and although we're worlds apart now, we still get butterflies at the thought.

He may not be the man I'll marry when I'm older.. but he's that boy that taught me everything. He came into my world that summer and taught me how to love and more importantly, the importance of letting go. He is the one man I compare all the others to, and no one EVER measures up.

So to you, thanks.

I love you and always will.

Some people never get over their first loves. They spend their whole lives trying to recapture the thrill..

2006-06-02T07:33:00.001-07:00

Dirty Little Secret

I've been going out with the same group of people lately. And no, I'm not complaining. On the contrary, I'm rather praising (: I feel.... really happy - I just need to share. I found solace and family with these people. They met me at such a difficult time in my life and they are currently helping me go through the transition. I love you, fugeroooooouzee.

Bes, I hope you find in Vince the happiness that you have seem to lost with Eric. And no, we aren't rushing nor pushing you to be together. We want you to take each other's time. We want you to think before you act in this situation. If you find that you don't like Vince and aren't interested in that way, we'll understand. We love you for who you are, not who you do. Nyeheh. Jokekidding :D But on a more serious note, we really really hope things finally work out for you.

Bri, Huh? Oh Shiz. Who's this again? Wooohooo. Ch'kidding, Bri! Of course I remember you! Uyyy, smile na yan! Ha ha. No, seriously. Bri, we missed you at the last Valle trip! Where were you? Sayang. We went swimming pa naman. Just lemme know whenever you wanna go out, okaaay? Ktnx. (: I was looking at the Pictures on my multiply when I saw our photos! Those where Budj and Doni went down and left the camera with you to use. Ha ha. Aygaaa, memories. THE FACES! Haha. I really really won't EVER forget that.

Doni, I know yoy adored those girls. You don't have to hate them because I do. :P He he. I'm just playing. I know you like Denise. WOOOOOCHOOOO! Ha ha. Such a kidder. Always laughing. Anyways, I still can't get over your mom dropping us off at Shang. WE WERE SUCH A HASSLE. TSSSK. But all is good now, right? Cool cool (: I can't wait 'til our next escapade (: "Hahaha:) cool cool:)" ---> This is how you text and talk. EXACTLY LIKE THIS. Whenever you and I text message each other, I can imagine you talking. Haha.

Carlos, I'm talking to you right now! Dude, you're my late-night messenger buddy. We taaaaaaaalk about the most random of things. Carlos! We miss you already. You had to go to Baguio without us. Baaaaaaad. But oh well, we definitely have more time for memories. Don't rush it, okay? We'll get to wherever on our own pace. Sure, all of those things sound pretty interesting to us right now, but I'd bet that when we get to that point, we'd wish we spent our time wisely. So just chill, reelaax. Enjoy the ride. We got your back. Call whenever you need anything (;

Vince, you better not break her heart. Seriously, man. I loooff you and all but... really, you break her heart, I break your face :D On a lighter note, VINCE! We finally have contact of one another after countless of meetings :D Ha ha. I'm really glad we met you (; Chucool, yo? Ha ha. Ch'kidding (; But really, I wanna let you know how much of a stand-up guy you are. Use it to your advantage, okay? I know you won't use it to play with your countless GIRLS. WHICH BY THE WAY, IS BOTHERING MY BESTFRIEND. He he. (; Just giving you pointers, man. Looking to so much more "adventures" haha.

Budj, Secooond generation! Haha. What we lacked in time, we compensated for in bonds. (; Dude, it really really really sucks that you're leaving! But, all is well that ends well. A wise man once told me, "Leaving doesn't mean that arriving is off the picture" - Words I took to heart, lemme tell you that. But whatever time we were given, I'm glad we made - or we're making, rather - the most out of it. We used to say "oh, we'll be bestfriends like Tim and Jill" and dude, I have to say, we no longer need to say that. We ARE bestfriends. NO SECRETS, DIBA? true enough. Have fun in Arizona, Bujio. We'll soooooooooo miss you! Now, we have to adjust to Ate Jill and Tim whenever they're talking online din. That'd be funny. Ha ha. But yeah, I hope that you leave with Tim nalang. Then makisingit nalang tayo sa parties, noh? Ha ha. AND THANK YOU FOR INTRODUCING US (us being Maria and I) TO THE BEST PEOPLE IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD! (cue for Doni, Bri, Vince, and Carlos to smile! Yikeee! Haha) Take care you! And also, make sure that you do whatever we used to plan and talk about. The plan is in motion.

Fish, fiiiish! :D My daughter! Haha. No seriously, I really didn't think that we'd end up having fun together din (; Really really glad we got to bond before you guys moved to Phoenix! Unfortunately, you couldn't stay with your Kuya and I kanina. Oh well, next time nalang noh? We'll drown him in chick flicks. Haha. Jokee lang :P Haay grabe. I'll really miss you! Who'd have thought we'd bond through hating common sluts and whores? Ay, I mean girls. (: Aww, hehe. I'll really miss that day. Loooooove you fish! (; Have fun in Arizona!

I LOVE THIS GROUP OF PEOPLE.
Lovelove♥

2006-05-31T11:24:00.000-07:00

Another Tragic Case

I can't help how I feel.

Have you ever felt like you're being cornered into a trap? It might not be the worst thing that'll happen, but you still are being forced against your will. And you struggle - you hold on for dear life, but... your damn best just wasn't good enough? You try to not take it too seriously, you try to shrug it off, to be optimistic - to be HAPPY - but you know that you will never ever feel whole because a part of you went astray with the very reason you're feeling this way.

I shouldn't take these kinds of things to fucking seriously. I need to ready myself for more shiz to come. I need to put on battle gear and stay at the edge. This is one battle I swear to myself that I will not lose. I won't. I can't - I can't afford to lose this one. Not now, not ever. Not after everything. Stay strong, they tell me. How can I? This voice inside my head won't leave me alone. After constantly complaining about people always leave, WHY WON'T THIS ONE JUST BUZZ OFF?

Is it just me or is the silence defeaning? As I sit here and type my little fingers and thoughts away, I hear nothing but the typing of the keyboards and I feel like there's a ringing... a ringing growing louder and louder evolving into a voice that I can't shake off, so to speak. My mind is opposing... On one ear, a whispering dawns... It's telling me to stop. Just stop. To give up. To surrender. The other is is telling me to hold on. Just... a.. little... longer. I need to stop this. I need to feel. Why can't I feel? Why in heaven's name can't I feel...? I'm growing numb. Is this the effect?

I can feel the tears... They're about to fall... I can't be this way. I can no longer be this way.

If I died today, would there be anything you'd want to say? (To everyone else, don't mind me. I'm an emo-kid. Forgive. This is just for that one person. Lovelove♥)

Everyday, 6 teenagers commit suicide. Don't be the cause.

2006-05-14T04:54:00.000-07:00

Paying tribute to queen b's and wanna-be's

I just finished watching, for the 9th time -- one of my favorite teen flicks, the box office hit Mean Girls. I don't know why, probably because it's awfully boring tonight, but I got to thinking: Hell, this is reality. This happens in real life. Why?

Kids nowadays are affected solely by the media. We are given the definition of "beautiful". Beautiful means being rich, having a hott body, gorgeous looks, bad personality, girls who worship them and boytoys/ man-candy. The option of being smart and classy is out of the question. So now, all of these girls are just trying to be "beautiful"... 'cause in high school, if you're anything else, you just won't survive.

I read an article about a 14 year old girl who was beaten to death by 7 girls and 1 boy. [source]

The Victim
Reena Virk was a girl who came from a large extended family who had emigrated to Canada from India. Her family was considered a minority within a minority, as they were of the Jehovah's Witness religion while the rest of the family remained Hindu.

At the beginning of her adolescence, Virk had become estranged from her family. She began to rebel against her immediate family and their strict religious beliefs. After allegations surfaced that she may have been sexually abused in her home, Virk had been placed in foster care, and also lived with various relatives. She was sometimes described in the media as a girl caught between two cultures.

Virk has also been described in the media as a girl who was desperate for acceptance amongst her peers, but because of her body size and physical appearance, she was considered by some standards unattractive and was either teased or ostracized by others in her age group. It is believed that in her efforts to "fit in", she began to identify and associate with "street youth" and gang values and culture. She is said to have begun to smoke, drink and experiment with drugs and sex.

The Crime
On the evening of Friday November 14th, 1997, Reena Virk was allegedly invited to "party" at a location used for gatherings of teenagers near the Craigflower Bridge, which is located west of the city of Victoria. Virk, who had already been having difficulty fitting in with her schoolmates, decided to accept the invitation.

While at the bridge, it is claimed that teenagers talked amongst themselves, drank, and smoked marijuana. Allegedly, Virk was swarmed upon by eight adolescents, seven girls and one boy. Witnesses said that one of the girls stubbed out a cigarette on Virk's forehead, and that while seven or eight others stood by and watched, Virk was repeatedly hit, punched and kicked. She was found to have several cigarette burns on her skin, and apparently it was attempted to set her hair on fire. The fight ended when one of the girls told the others to stop. Virk managed to walk away, but was followed by two members of the original group, Kelly Ellard and Warren Glowatski. The pair dragged Virk back under the bridge, made her remove her shoes and jacket, and beat her a second time. It was alleged that Ellard forced Virk's head under the water and held it there with her foot until Virk stopped struggling. Warren and Kelly left the crime scene without speaking a word.

Despite an alleged pact amongst the people involved not to "rat each other out", by the following Monday, rumors of the alleged murder spread throughout Shoreline Secondary School, where Virk was a student. Several students and teachers had heard the rumors, but no one came forward to report it to the police. The rumors were confirmed eight days later, on November 22, 1997, when police divers found Virk's partially clothed body washed ashore at the Gorge Inlet, a major waterway on Vancouver Island.

The coroner ruled the death was by drowning. However, an autopsy later revealed that Virk had sustained several fractures, and that the head injuries were severe enough to have killed her if she had not been drowned. Virk was 14 years old at the time of her death.

This murder became front page news that shocked many Canadians. There was a nationwide outpouring of sympathy and grief, along with calls to educate students about preventing youth violence. Despite well-publicized news reports of the increase in girl against girl bullying and violence in the US and the UK, many people still continue to mistakenly believe the stereotypes that girls are less capable of committing acts of bullyism and violence than boys.

Possible Motives

Contrary to popular belief, racism likely did not play a role in the murder. It is generally assumed that just because Ellard and Glowatski were white, that the others were as well. This is not the case; roughly half of the eight attackers were non-white.
A book about the case, "Under the Bridge", written by Rebecca Godfrey, was released September 20, 2005. The book details some of the motives that may have led to Reena's death. Two of the girls convicted in the initial beating allege that Reena stole one of the girl's phone book and started calling her friends and spreading vicious rumors about her. That girl stubbed her cigarette on Virk's forehead. The other girl was angry with Virk for stealing her boyfriend. Virk who once lived with the two girls in a youth group home may have done those things, in order to assert herself as a "tough girl".[1]
The book also reveals Virk was initially considered a runaway when her mother first reported her missing to the RCMP. Two Russian sisters, who lived in the youth group home were prompted to call the police upon hearing that Virk was most likely dead.

Can you imagine? Everyday, you're sending your children to their own demise simply by sending them to school. You never know what goes on inside of the minds of the youth today. This new generation has been poisoned by the belief that bad is beautiful. Smoking, drugs, alcohol, sex, you name it MOST have done it! Every year, the age of kids who get into sexual relationships lowers its bar. During the 50's, you'd be considered a whore if you show even the slightest bit of skin about the knees and below the collar bone. Now, you wear that and you'd be teased a nun! Girls today shed clothing as if the next girl does it, because she most likely does.

"We're still so young and desperate for attention"

HEATHERS, JAW BREAKER, MEAN GIRLS -- 3 of the many examples of why teenagers think this wya.

I'm not saying that teens should stop watching movies or television. Heck, I enjoy watching these kinds of movies. I'm just saying that MAYBE the actors and actresses should watch what they say. Bulimia, Anorexia, Drugs, and other eating disorders. A lot of girls have these so-called diseases and they force it upon themselves because they want to look like those girls on tv. Those girls aren't real; they aren't as perfect as they make themselves seem. Real girls aren't perfect, perfect girls aren't real.

WHEN CAN WE GRASP THE CONCEPT?

I'd like to tell today's youth that no matter where life takes you, big cities, small towns, you'll inevitably come across small minded people who think they're better than you. People who think that material things or being pretty or popular automatically make you a worthwhile human being. I'd like to tell today's youth that none of these things matter. They don't define you, unless you let them. So don't ever sell out. When you meet a person for the first time, don't judge them by their station in life. 'Cause who knows, that person just might end up being your best friend.

2006-05-08T00:08:00.000-07:00

Like me, like you

Change is the only constant thing. I firmly believe in that. But, change doesn't happen overnight. Change is a slow progression in which we must work hard for. Yes, some things change so naturally and carelessly but, there are some changes we need to be careful of. Changes in ourselves. I'm a pathological center-of-attention. I crave for it. Even when I hide beneath all of the things I want no one to see, which is most of the time, I crave for the need of them wanting to know this and that about me. It's true. Because if I wasn't, I wouldn't be so... outspoken. Yeah, I think that's the right term. I'm different. A misfit, they would often categorize me. It didn't bother me much, though. Maybe because secretly, subconsciously, inside... I wanted people to notice me. Yes, I am REALLY different. I do think I can change the world somehow. But take note that not because I may have opened my eyes to the possibility -- or better yet, realization -- that I want people to see me as a person who is full of wisdom, I am being a poser, because all of my views don't change. What I said, when I said it, and how I said it is how I feel about that certain topic. I stand firm on all of my opinions. Let's just call this moment of clarity/ temporary insanity (I have yet to figure out which one it is) "expanding my horizons"

I've always been boyish in a way that I find the company of guys more comfortable than the company of girls. And no, not because I am a flirt. It's just that... when I'm with "the guys", I can wear sweats, not wear make-up, and have my hair a mess and they just WOULDN'T care. I could perform in pig-out contests with the guys by eating 10 more (hypothetically speaking, of course) pizzas than they can in half the time they can. Basically, I can be myself. I can be a slob... because I am. But that doesn't mean that I don't maintain myself well. It just means that I don't always have to look like those supermodels. And when I'm with the girls, I'm instantly labelled as "high-maintenance", "picky", "slutty", and the pottymouth words can just go on and on and on... Even when you're with your OWN friends, you get judged. They judge you by what you're wearing, by what you eat, and God knows what more! Yes, I do enjoy getting dressed up and all that but I don't have to look like Tara Reid when I watch the game with the boys. I don't have to modulate my voice and giggle demurely even when I'm dying to burst out laughing. Plus, the conversations? They're killing me! Who the hell talks about what shade of eyeshadow you're using? Or what brand of lipgloss? They're just so shallow! Oh, and the slander and double speak. They just can't stop the backbiting. Sometimes, I want to talk about sensible things... not just boys or gossip or what's the latest trend or what's the hottest clothing store; I wanna talk about books... or life... or love... or theories regarding whatever... or movies... or music... or opinions regarding everything... or politics... or poverty. I wanna talk about things that matter. Other times, I wanna talk about "the big game" because yes, I do love watching basketball. I just love the game.

Girls are just condescending - it's true. And I'm not being a sexist to my own gender because 1.) That would be awfully hypocritical of me 2.) I am straight so that would mean calling myself patronizing and 3.) I do believe that there are other girls who are independent. After all, girls can do anything guys can do.

And majority of the times, girls are degrading their own sex. Showing to the world that she needs a man to survive is just cheap. Cheap and stupid. Take for example, Nina of the Teenage Edition of the highly publicized, over-rated, hit tv show Pinoy Big Brother. She was so dependent on her male housemates that a lot of the girls (and those guys who see past her pretty yet annoying face and get irritated by her countless shouts for help. She is not your typical damsel-in-distress) nominated her for eviction. So today, as I was getting ready to go to OB this morning at 6:30a, I turned the news on (In some parts of the world, it's cool to know what's happening. Maybe not just in contempo-casual) and lo and behold, look who greets me: Nina's BIG face. She says that she got hurt that she got evicted from the House and even more so when she found out that a lot of people find her maarte

"What's wrong with being maarte? I'm maarte. I'm just being myself. That's me eh!" says Nina.

What's wrong with being maarte? Absolutely nothing! Except that it INSULTS the feminine gender. We are all being labelled as that for your sake? I think not! You imply that we need men to survive. And okay, maybe we do. But in a romantic sense - not because you can't freaking fold the cotdamn clothes by yourself.

Those are the kind of things we need to change about ourselves. We all know that it's not going to be easy... in fact, it's going to be very hard. You've been that way your whole life and now you have to make a dramatic change. So I hope you'll understand if the process takes quite a while for me to change as well. I won't judge you and I hope you won't judge me too.

You know, changing yourself isn't easy... but it helps when people let you try.

Goo day everyone,
change well. (:

2006-04-27T02:18:00.000-07:00

Selfish deeds of the world

Am I selfish? Can anyone answer that for me, becuase as of the moment, I do feel a tad bit selfish. It's like whatever I do benefits me more than it does other people. Is that wrong? Or is it wrong to think that?

I meet a lot of people and it just makes me wonder; do the people I meet think I'm a bad person? Okay. So maybe I am being paranoid, but... doesn't this kind of 6th sense sort of have a basis? I mean I wouldn't feel this way if no one MADE me feel this way.

I screwed up as a friend. I screwed up as a person -- I'm sorry for that.

I fell for you when I wasn't supposed to. It figures, I'd meet the perfect guy and he'd already have the perfect girl. I know you love her and everyone knows how much she loves you. But can you seriously say that there's nothing going on between us? You're having an emotional affair and you know it. You may love her but that doesn't mean you're inlove with her. Oh God, here I am again. Saying all of these wrong things. I probably sound like a selfish, self-loathing, spoiled brat. I'm not like this most of the time; Just when I think of you and there are all of these discomfort and UNEASED, UNNOTICED tension. When we're together, it feels perfect. I don't feel any of these things. I know I'm so stubborn and so hard to get-to-know because I bury things and secrets and prefer to keep them buried... but am I really that bad? Is the situation really this screwed up?

I read this story somewhere and lately, it has been getting to my head. There was this girl and she was boarding a plane to somewhere. Not even she knows where she's headed. She just knows that she needs to get out of the country. On her flight, she meets this guy -- ala single-serving friend if you put it in Chuck Palahniuk language -- and they hit it off. They talk for hours and hours and then suddenly, she wakes up. She was dreaming the whole scene. So she gets out of her house, walks down the curb, passes by a bookstore, buys a book, passes a record store, buys a record, goes down to a coffee shop and just sits there. She sits there observing the world. The world and the people in it. She sees a woman holding her daughter's hand. She thinks to herself: is this woman really happy? Was she having an affair? She most likely is. How about her husband - the kid's dad. Is he having an affair? Probably with his sexretary - or secretary, rather. While she clouded her head with these thoughts, a man passes by in front of her; a man walking his dog. The man at the plane. He looks at her and gives her a smile. She's just awestruck. She rubs it off of her as she sips her coffee and puts her record in the little cafe's phonograph. The best of the beatles plays on. She opens her book and curls her feet under her. She feels calm. The man enters the coffee shop. He sits at a table on the opposite side of hers. She thinks to herself: should I go near him? Does he seem to find me familiar? Did we really meet in some alternate universe? And then nothing. She just goes home. Without really taking a chance. She just didn't know. He doesn't exist without her. The boy's gone.

Should I be like her? Should I just keep it to myself? I don't wanna be the girl who put me through hell. I went out with a boy. I took my chance. He just didn't reciprocate the feelings. He had another girl. That girl put me through months of tears. She put me through HELL and back. I don't wanna be the girl who puts another girl through hell. I know how it feels... it almost killed me. The pain and heartache you feel when you get your heartbroke is terrible. I wouldn't wish it on anybody - not even my worst enemy.

So the question is...

Which girl am I going to be? The one who fights like hell for what she wants and, seems-to-believe, that she deserves? Or will I be the one watching from the sidelines hoping to God that he sees me even if I'm too far away?

Either way I'm being selfish. Selifish to myself and selifsh to other people.

It's a no-win situation. Should be a no-brainer.

2006-04-12T21:19:00.000-07:00

Once in a blue moon

Hardly ever do my sister and I hang out. Last night was an exception. Of course, being in a family of 8 kids, one can not help but form alliances (Yes, there really are.) Since 2 of my siblings have already moved out, now we are only 6 living in, as Uncle Andre put it, Kawilihanvill. Last night, I was left alone with Ate Jae and her boyfriend, Miggy, in the house with dinner neither of us eat. We absolutely refuse to. So we all decided we wanted to go out. Mainly because the dinner was intolerable (No, I'm just over reacting. We just didn't want to eat Soup for dinner on a HOT summer night) and because if we didn't get out of this house, we were going to die of boredom.

So the scene is, in the living room, Ate Jae and Miggy sitting in the long couch and I opposite them, while we discuss the possibilities of bugging dad. They assign, mainly because I was the youngest of the group, that I have to be the one to call dad and ask him where he was and if we may follow. As always, he was having dinner in VVCC with Tito Joe, Tita Chat, Doc. Banatic, and Carla. We arrive and order dinner, then we ask Carla to join us just so we can talk. After dinner, Carla, along with her parents, Tito Joe and Tita Chat went home whilst Doc. Banatin and Dad went to a wake of their friend's brother-in-law's cousin's wife (WHEW! Did you get a headache there?) So once more, Ate Jae, Miggy, and yours truly were left with nothing to do.

We decide to go to Tiendesitas just to kill time. Ate Jae ended up buying things she didn't need again. Tssk. No self-control there, woman! While we were at Tiendesitas, I see the perennial lakwatsero Justin with some of his friends eating at the food court while enjoying the concert. So before we head back home, I tell Ate Jae and Miggy that I'll just say hi to a friend of mine. After I've said my hellos and goodbyes to Justin and Co., The lead singer of the band approaches me! Talk about weird. Haha. He just sang and was asking me to dance with him. No thanks! After that, the three of us just headed home.

When we got home, Ate Jae and I just stayed up until whatever time and watched Grey's Anatomy, Smallville, and American Idol on tv.

So that's all for now.

Laater, tater tots!

2006-04-11T05:03:00.001-07:00

Soap Operas are not the bombdiggity - whatever that means

For two years have I been blogging and until very recently, I blogged often. Wondering what could have caused the dramatic change of candor? Well, you and I both! Probably, the due fact that everyone has abused my guilelessness and used it against me OR I have finally gained a REAL life and decided to keep it private. But lo and behold, as always, I keep crawling back to my blog. Yes dear lovers, I am back once more. And for good, might I add. Forgive the fickle-mindedness.

Let's see, let's see. I will type random words that come to mind and I will write whatever opinions whatsoever I may have with regards to them.

Whoops. Interruption: AJ messages me. Hello there! Now let me go back to blogging - I have missed it.

stupidIRRITATINGloveMISCHIEF

Stupid, irritating, love, and mischief? There are only two things that may contain all of these: A.) High school drama OR hormonal teenagers B.) Icky Soap Operas.

I'm talking about the latter. Here I am once more, Home Alone on a Summer Night left with nothing to do but explore the wonders that is the internet. Being the chicken that I am alone in this big big house in my room, I asked one of our house help to accompany me in my room. Since I'm blasting out on my earphones anyways, she asked me if she may watch tv. I, being the fair and just lady that I am, allowed her to do so (Mainly because her "off-time" started at 8. It's so nice of her to grant me a wish after duty hours.) She turns the Television on to Channel 8; ABS-CBN.

Another interruption: Arvin and Calvin. HOWDY, MATES? haha. Love these people like a fat kid loves cake times infinity and beyond but I hope they would take note of the "Busy" status and icon on my Y!M. Oh, Arvin comes bearing good news and Calvin is talking about music. No harm in that. The Maid randomly asks me if I want anything - YES! Coffee for me, please? (: SCORE.

Going back, as she turns the television on to Channel 8, a over-rated, over-popularized, under-filmed, under-acted filipino soap comes on. I'm not one to drop titles mainly because a good friend of mine works and acts for that particular soap. I'm not saying she's untalented, though! They're all very talented. The thing is, the script is just so... over-played. As far as I followed, there is a married couple trying to be broken up by the 2 resident anti-heroes - the rich mother who thinks that the wife is a gold digging slut after her baby boy's inheritance and money AND the bitchy family friend whom the rich mother wants her precious son to end up with. Wow, how original (I speak sarcasm as a 2nd language, forgive but do not forget.) The 2 anti-heroes are just played by such utter disgust and villainy that one can not help but want to slap them continuously to their senses.

The stars and leads of the show, the married couple, are just the most naive people on the history of the planet! It is IMPOSSIBLE to be that dense. Apparently, the bitchy family friend threatened some poor guy to tell the husband that he and his wife were having an affair. The stupid husband, believed that obviously false accusation coming from the man who tried to rape his wife. Yo buddy, get a clue, relaaax, kiccck back. Talk sbout stupidity. The wife, on the other hand, is so madly inlove with her husband that she is willing to shake and force a dying man on his death bed to give her husband the alibi she needed. It must be love.

I can't understand these television shows. Do they really take events on people's lives' in the real world? The only thing that these soap operas show are the putrescense of today's population. How everyone enjoys having to see that there are other people tons more miserable than they are - and they enjoy it; they find entertainment and solace in it. Silly and sick, if you really think about it. Sure, it's good to know that you aren't the most miserable person in the universe but to find peace of mind in other's misery is just plain wrong. There's a word for that here, it's called... SADISM.

I think the reason that the reason these kinds of television shows sell so much is because people are just so intrigued with the gossip behind these stories. The causes and the effects. The twists and the turns. I, for one, will admit I enjoy watching The OC, Laguna Beach, and One Tree Hill but for reasons entirely my own - definitely not because I enjoy watching other people squirm.

Okay, I'll make like a tree and leave now.

Oh, BY THE WAY, Ryan Seacrest and Teri Hatcher are dating. SCORE for Seacrest! Haha! and Kristin Davis (Charlotte from Sex & the City) is dating Matthew Perry (Chandler from FRIENDS) and they seem to be Hollywood's new "IT" couple. WAY TO GO, MATTHEW PERRY! DEFINITELY SCORE. Love them both. (:

Now, I'm off like a dirty shirt!

2006-04-07T11:27:00.000-07:00

Of Grave Misunderstandings

I hate that you're implying I'm stupid. Yes, I am a little snotty and quite the know-it-all but that's because I have my facts straight. Before you go get pissed at me because I seem to know whatever you just found out, go get YOUR facts in line. You've been nagging me the whole night. Now THAT'S annoying, I should be the one who's pissed. And I did get pissed, but not piss you off. Why would I? You and I always have these silly little arguements because I know what you don't and I correct you. DON'T GET BOTHERED BY THAT. That's just the way life goes. Lately, we've been getting along just fine, just as long as I adjust to you and don't complain about anything. But you see, I won't settle for that. You most certainly can not FORCE friendship. Pretty soon, you'll lose sight of what is the real substance and goodness of a person whom is worth your time just because they stand up for what they believe in and don't allow themselves to be pushed by the likes of you. Think, really think, when was the last time you talked to someone because they seemed intelligent, nice, and worthy of your time? I bet you can't remember. Because as far as I can remember, you have always based friendship upon the amount of time and cherish they will give you. You're no KING. You're an average person like me, the person next to me, and so on. We're all trapped by a SINGULAR fate. Accept it. So, I am willing to apologize and accept your apology, if you're willing to apologize and accept mine.

THINK ABOUT IT.

I'm not a dog. Go get yourself one.

**

Be bitter, fine. My head will sleep on a soft pillow tonight with a clear conscience.

2006-03-17T08:27:00.000-08:00

The end of an era

It's just hitting me. I still haven't recuperated from the shock. 1 MORE WEEK. 1 more week until the seniors start anew and for the last time, once more become freshmen. 1 more week until they leave us. 1 more week until we're left vulnerable. 1 more week until HE leaves. It's not fair. We weren't given enough time. Sure, they promise to never ever leave us be, but at some point, both parties know that they will... We know it, they know it, let us just get on with our lives. Stop trying to inflict hope in our minds. PROMISES ARE MADE TO BE BROKEN ANYWAYS, RIGHT?

I guess I'm just sourgraping because I know at some point, friendships will be lost. Sure, the memory stays. But what good is it if we aren't going to be able to talk about it? We can't make anymore, as well. You & I? We were written on the stars. *sigh* It's weird, I have this painful and heavy feeling in my chest. It's getting harder to breathe and my breaths are growing heavier. Tears fill my eyes. My nose gets runny. I have so much more to say but so little time to say it. My knees buckle. My mind is opposing my heart. My head starts to throb. The tears finally stream down my face -- and they just keep going on and on and on... I don't know why I even bother. I guess I really should just stay away, avoid you guys because I might as well get used to it, right? What am I saying? I'm rambling again.

I just don't want you to leave, y'know? Who's to say when we're gonna see each other again? I can just picture it now... I exit the St. Francis gate and there you are, ~~smiling~~ -- no beaming -- at me, and I run to you, you and I give each other the biggest hug in the world, and I feel safe again, but then when we go back to where you were standing, she's there. She and you have managed to maintain your relationship. I smile and tell her about school. I ask her about her new year, I tell her how we miss them, all of the seniors, terribly. She tells me we can get through. I thank her for her faith and turn around. I felt like crying so I walked away. Then he follows me because he knows, just like before, that I smile and say I'm fine but I really want to burst into tears and cry. He catches up to me and asks me why I'm crying again. He says what he missed most was taking care of me. Of course, there's no one to do that now. I make-up some lame excuse he doesn't believe. He takes care of me again and tells me that I should never judge myself worth of what other people think of me. I tell him thanks even though we both know that wasn't the reason i was crying. He knew why I was crying. He felt it. And for the first time in my life, I trust my heart. I stop him, dead in his tracks, and tell him the truth. I'm crying because I'm hurt. Because I miss you so god damn much. Because I wanna be the girl you're holding hands with. I look at him and get lost in the moment. She starts to look for him. I tell him to go... he said he doesn't want to leave me so torn and broken, I said the world will understand. He leaves, reluctantly. And I am back to square one. I am alone again. Oh god, I didn't even know where that came from. I just got lost in the music and the typing and my emotions and the tears... Fuck this shit, it isn't worth it, is it?

Is this a message that I should be more versatile? Perhaps so. Perhaps this is another test. People will start judging now. They'll try to make sense out of it even if they know they can't. They'll start to speak their highfalutin and euphuistic words and sound all eloquent. They'll be euphemistic as to not make me sound completely insane but rather disturbed. But you and I both know that it's not true. I know that I seem to be very fortunate, so why bother making such a big fuss over such petty things? There is no truth to that. Because reality-wise, I have been rather unfortunate. And when you're unfortunate, it'll make you go insane. Insane to the point of dropping your pen in the hallway wants to make you give everything you've fought for up and cry. And let's leave it at that.

& I bet that everyone thinks I'm a drama queen because I'm always upset about something... but if they knew everything and all the secrets and pain that I hide they would see how strong I really am

2006-02-26T00:19:00.000-08:00

Nobody move, nobody get hurt.

I wish I would've blogged earlier so that I wouldn't have to start with Wednesday. This whole week has been so hectic, you wouldn't know.

Wednesday:
The first day of the week that I went to school (I know, I'm always absent). I caught up with everyone else and found out that my dad has been brought to the hospital. Brother and I rushed out of school to visit dad. The traffic (because of the rally) was really overwhelming! We were on the car for 3 hours (from greenhills to mandaluyong. When we got to the hospital, Ate Mya and Ate Jae were there. Kuya Jap slept over with dad while I went home with my sisters.

Thursday:
Went to school, I got fetched by Tuts 'cause I was gonna spend the night at their place (because of the fashion show) and Ate Mya and Ate Jae got my report card. My grades went up... with a .01 - pathetic. We all visited daddy in the hospital after school. Then I went to eat dinner at Katipunan with Tita Jael and Tuts. There, I saw Tantina and Frank (SHOUTOUT: hello! :D). When we got to tuts's place, Ian/Pao (same person, don't know what to call him. Haha.) was already there. We helped tuts finish his thesis work and went to bed at 2:30a...

Friday:
...only to be awaken at 5. When everyone was ready, we fetched the other models (SHOUTOUT: ate liz, ate em, ate agnes, ate erika (: - Yes, I was the youngest model.) When we got to UST, I saw Anna/ATM :D We got ready (i.e. Make-up, clothes, and shoes. UNCOMFORTABLE) and then faced the jurors. Tuts got a high grade with his defense and is a candidate for Thesis of the year. WOOHOO! (:

Since we hadn't eaten any food during that time, we went to burgoo to eat brakfast/lunch/merienda. After, we went back to the hospital and visited dad. It was my shift and since my lovely siblings left me alone to go to my cousin's "harajuku" party, I asked bes to accompany me. She followed soon after (:

We went home at 2a

Saturday:
Went to visit daddy in the hospital. When I got there, tita rara and mickey were already there. We went to the foodcourt to eat subway. After which, I went home to get ready for the night out with my good friends. (:

I met up with Niko, Chai, Jc, Bes, and Chris at metrowalk at around 6. We played billiards and indulged in nicotine and alcohol until 9. After which, we went to starbucks to have some coffee. When we got to starbucks, we saw Vivo and his friends (tangina kayo mga kupps, starstruck. HAHA. fudgers) They were out with their director and talent agents and whatever.

Maria and I went to her house at 12a. We ate dinner and then just chilled with Richard. We all slept at 4a. (:

Sunday:
I went to the hospital straight from Maria's house. Kuya Jap and I stayed with dad until Mom and ate Jae got there. Tito Joe and Tita Chat (Carla's parents) visited. Anyways, when the Tutays arrived, I was fetched by Drei because my shift was over. (:

That's it for today, forgive the very dull and non-chalant way of writing, I'm so tired!

Please pray for my dad. KTNX.

from the heart: sad ):
spinmix: PANIC! at the disco - I write sins, not tragedies
head to toe: jeans and a shirt

2006-02-15T04:26:00.000-08:00

The Games that Play Us

Hey everybody, Happy Valentine's or lack there of. Yep, so to all of you lonely broken hearts there, you're not alone. Although I am quite the hopeless-romantic, I did not spend my valentine's day with my ~~boyfriend~~ considering we broke up (ages before valentine's although we all see clear that I'm still pretty hung-up) but, I did spend it with a really good friend. (:

When I got to school, there was a wonderful bouquet of flowers awaiting me in my DECORATED (with hearts, and not by me) desk. The site made me smile, so as I got up to see the flowers, I realized... there was no card (PFFFTT. Ha, ha. Secret Admirer) So I immediately rubbed all of it off with a smile and went to my locker to fetch my other books... LO AND BEHOLD, there was a heart in my locker from my BESTFRIEND. (I loove you bes) I pretty much thought all of the surprises were done for today until I got back to my classroom and saw CHOCOLATES on my drawer, this time from Jhay-be :* As the assembly started, Ralph gave me a card and a rose and BEYB gave me a card. (:

Surprises pretty much ended during the morning... or so we thought. At around 2-3, Nika and Carizza were called to the academic officer... TO GET FLOWERS. Apparently, their boyfriends had them sent flowers whilst they were in school. Awww♥ such cuties! So whilst all of us girls were devouring our chocolates and pretty much admiring our flowers, I had another surprise from jj! SHe sent me a box of fererro and tobleron white!

I forever love that ~~boy~~ girl. :D (if you catch my drift.)

As we finished class, we all went to our lockers. I stayed behind since I still had to fix my stuff after evaluation (oh the works of being the class president/mayor) when I heard a shriek coming from Reech and Roch. "ESSSSSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAA. LOOK!" They pulled me off of my seat, threw my bags at my face and immediately brought me to my locker. That was when I saw it, 3 balloons (2 red, 1 white) hanging from my locker with "I LOVE YOU" imprinted all over! With again, no name. The balloons made me smile and when I opened my locker, there was a card "To the most beautiful and unique person." HOLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY♥

So, as I went down, I had the BIGGEST smile on my face. (;

I ate with Doter first and then met up with my date, Kino (nothing romantic, girls. :D he's just a really good friend)

Anyways, I gotta go now... HOPE your day wasn't as SAD (Single's Awareness Day) as mine was. (:

Love you, fudgerrooouzee.

LOVE♥♥

2006-02-10T22:23:00.000-08:00

Just Watch the Fireworks

Bes, at the end of the day, it's still you and me. (:

Yesterday, I met up with Ghee, Rocky, and Arvin. We stayed at Promenade for awhile and then went back to OB to fetch Maria. Camille, Janine, and JP (hunnie! :D) ended up tagging along and then we just ate at Coffee Bean. Butchy and Edy followed shortly. We just hung out fow awhile and talked until Cam, Janine, and JP had to leave at 7. We all had coffee and dinner then Rocky and I brought Ghee back to OB at 8 since her brother was already waiting. When we got to Coffee Bean, Butchy and Edu already had to go. So the rest of us (Me, Maria, Rocky, Ali, and Arvin) just went to Bitoy's to drink and eat. The band performing was really really good. Plus, the lead singer was so pretty and nice! She was so good talaga. Haha.

Arvin, Rocky, and Ali left at around 12 so Maria and I went back to Promenade. We stayed for awhile until we decided to go home.

Haay, friends. I love you, gayfudgerrooos. :D

from the heart: Giddy
spinmix: Jack's Mannequin - The Mixed Tape
head to toe: PJ'S

2006-02-04T19:42:00.000-08:00

The Saddest Song Playing

I wish I would have blogged yesterday so I wouldn't have to blog from friday. Anyways, I super enjoyed friday and saturday.

Do you know the feeling of time stopping? Like, you're living but only in that particular moment. That was what I have been feeling for the past few days.

FRIDAY:

Went to Promenade after class (around 3) to meet up with Butchee, Ali, and Arvin. Only Butchee was there so we ate while waiting for the very late Ali and Arvin. We were talkiing and teasing lang. At around 4 - and the meeting was at 2:30 - Ali and Arvin arrived. HAHA. Then, Reena, Neill, and Jonny Boy followed. We all decided we would watch a movie but then Maria, JC, Niko, and Chris followed. So I told Butchee, Ali, and Arvin to go ahead and watch the movie without me. Instead, Niko, JC, Chris, Reena, Neill, Jon, Bes, and I went to Mawy's Party. Niko got pissed at RC, Mawy's guy, so we just left. Neill, Jon, and Reena stayed though. JC, Chris, and Niko wanted to drink so they went ahead to Metrowalk whilst Maria and I went to Coffee bean promenade where se saw Saab and Miko (shoutout: Hey Saab, Hey Mikko! :D)

Arvin asked me where we were by then so I told him we were at Coffee Bean. He and Ali followed then we went to Bitoy's for Paolo Villar's birthday. When we arrived, We started to drink and smoke asap since we were really uncomfortable with the crowd. Plus, having our uniforms on didn't make the situation any better. We met some really cool people (SHOUTOUT: Rocky! Vince! Jonathan!) whom we invited to the spec-ops2.

Pretty soon, Maria and I had to go. We met up with Kuya Jap, Jan, and DJ at Promenade and started to go home. The car dropped Maria off first, then DJ. When we were on our way to Jan's house, we decided to eat at Mikky D's and guess what? There was a commerical being shot. FUNNY! Haha.

SATURDAY:

I had my S.A.T.'S at OB from 8 - 3. I arrived pretty early so hector, mike, tim, charlie and I ate breakfast. When we got to school, we were separated into 2 groups and made to get into 2 different classrooms. PFT. After the S.A.T., Mike, Lester, Tim, and I went to tokyo tokyo and ate. Mike had to go after and Lester wanted to stay with Reiji and the others so Tim and I headed back to OB (wtf?! On a saturday? BULL) and we just decided to make gago the people in OB. After which, my ride arrived and I went home to get ready for the spec-ops.

I left the house at 8 to go to Maria's house so I could hitch a ride. They dropped me off at Promenade when Butchee, Rocky, Ali, and Arvin were already waiting. We all walked to Goldland where the party was at. When we got upstairs, Ghee and sila Bes were there already. Introductions were in order. At around 9, Eric and his friends arrived. Tas around 10, Vivo, Jeric, and Bugz arrived. Wala, the crowning na of the "cutest couple" haha. Congrats to Russell Oledan and Bea Estrella :D

Paul G also arrived then (shoutout: Hey paul! ate dharen! :D) and then... CUT. Okay, the rest are confidential. So sorry to leave you hanging. (:

from the soul: happy! (:
spinmix: we are all on drugs - weezer
wearing: pj's

2006-02-01T04:08:00.000-08:00

Between order and randomness

Happy birthday, bestfriend! Happy birthday, bestfriend! Happy birthday, happy birthday. Happy birthday, bestfriend! :D

DUUUDE, rarely do we spend time together again. Bes and I skipped class today. Instead, I arrived at her house at 830p and we slept until 10. (:

Come 10, we got up and fixed up then we headed to Galleria to SHOP! She bought new chucks and I got clothes. After galle, we went to Pearl and bought some Yos then headed back to her house. After dancing and singing in front of the mirror, we went to valle at 3 to swim. Yes, we love to swim.

Ally, my niece, followed and we had merienda. After which, we started to swim again but only until the swim team had trained. We got off by then.

Then, ate blu, kuya jc, and aj followed to have some dinner.

Now, im hooooome. OKAY, random. Anyways, edit this shit later.

Listen to Always love by nada surf. You'll feel good. (:

2006-01-28T09:27:00.000-08:00

On fear and on the edge

Rarely do I blog about my dailies. But today, it's different. I will blog about my whole day because it was a mixture of both the good and the bad.

I was supposed to watch the GALS game at LSGH today, but unfortunately, I couldn't wake myself from my slumber and drag myself off of bed - So I didn't go. Also, I was supposedly going to the Ateneo Fair but then I recieved a message from my beautiful bestfriend telling me that one of our dearest friends is in the ICU - Intensive Care Unit (just for all of you, mongrels)

Unfortunately, she attempted to commit suicide. Yes, she couldn't handle all of the bull. She finished, in one sitting, a whole bottle of sleeping Pills. Yes, she finished all 20 of them. I will let her name remain anonymous because I care for her that much and I do not want GOSSIP started. I will not tolerate her being tortured by talking about her and thinking she is an insane person. WEAK, maybe, but INSANE, not!

So Maryrose and I got ready and headed down to Medical City. When we got there, it still wasn't visiting hours so we went down to get Starbucks to calm our nerves. When we got up, the barkada was there. We all hugged each other in fear of losing a beloved person to all of us. Her tita told us that this was her second life. Yes, she had a flat line. Tears rushed down each of our faces. Never in a million years did we think this was gonna happen to her. Mainly because she was our PIN. She held us down.

Only two people at a time were allowed to go in and talk to her. I went with Athena as the last group. Mainly because we wanted to spend a lot of time with her. Fear came rushing to me when I saw all of the machines connected to her and her fragile body. I tried my hardest not to stare and to avoid the topic. I came in with quite a funny line "bebeeeh, do you have a comb? ang gulo ng buhok ko eh" she smiled. That brought tears to my eyes - Seeing her very naive and innocent smile.

When we were all done visiting her, we parted ways. Bes and I went to Starbucks metrowalk to have more coffee and to just let it all out. Chris followed. He showered us with support. We drowned ourselves in caffeine and nicotine. Niko and JC followed soon after and then we headed to Gutsons.

Knowing us, teenagers, what do you expect? No no drama, you don't want no drama. OH YES, the inevitable drama! But fortunately, we settled everything in tiptop shape! Chai and the others followed and we drank! When Nik and JC were already a little tipsy, we decided to get some coffee.

We went to starbucks metrowalk to find a shitload of people and no seats available so we headed to Seattle's best metrowalk.

Drei fetched me up at 2 and now, I'm blogging. Yehey! Haha.

But no, seriously, I had such a good time.

Quote of the day (said by essa): You know... It's just like what JD Salinger wrote about Holden Caulfield in The Catcher in the Rye. Holden dreamt he was in a rye and there were all of these little children. And he was so afraid for them! He wanted to catch them! That's just what I want, you know? I wanna be caught...

Please, please, to all of you beautiful souls out there... pray for my friend.

Niko, JC, Chris, Bes... FRIENDS over LOVERS? No shit. Love you. I'd pick you ANYTIME!

//EDIT

"Smoking often and calling out our guilty pleasures. Let's keep talking - anything to stop clockwatching"

"It's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do and nothing to loose"

"You don't know how much you mean to me. Whenever you're down know that you can lean on me. Whatever the situation, I'm gona hold you down."

Kulit. Haha.

Songs for the night: Average Joe, My Humps, Hold you down, Ever After, and more dance songs. Later on, medyo nagdradrama na... senti ang ponyetah. HAHA.

Anyways, answers lang since I haven't done this in awhile. (:

question: how's maria? has she moved on?
* No, she hasn't ):

question: pumunta ka nun birthday ni niel?
* Yep, I went to NEILL's birthday. (:

question: kyo prin ba ni jake?
* huling huli ka na sa balita. Hindi poh, hindi na kami.

question: pokpok ka. pokpok!
* Pokpok ako? Ah okaay. Sabi mo eh. Honestly dear, I don't care anymore. What makes you think I care?

question: mga pokpok kayo ng mga kaibigan mong mangaagaw ng bf!!! magsamasama kayo sa impyerno!!! mga sluts!!!
* Whatever floats your boat. Wereallydonkerr. Look at it this way, MAS PINILI KAMI. And besides, you weren't OFFICIALLY together anyways. And oh yeah, kita kita nalang tayo sa hell ah, oh pano ba yan?

question: esssssaaaaa!! bodeeeyyy!!! you're not online that often anymore!
* CHRIS! BUDDY! I knoooow. Such a dufus. Anyways, LET'S GO OUT REAL SOON, FUGERRR. I miss you fuckrat! :D

question: kayo parin ba ni neil?
* No, we're not together. And it's Neill (: People have such a hard time remembering the spelling of his name.

question: r u goin to d reedly promm??!!?
* The prom was last night, and no, I didn't go. See post for details on what I did instead.

question: nakita kita sa ateneo fair!
* Wow. ang galing mo. Sobra sandali lang ako eh. As in drop by. Haha.

question: punta ka ba sa xavier variety?
* Yeep. My friend, Chrissie Reyes, is modelling! Support Chris :D

have you seen underworld and rumor has it?
* Nope. I'm watching Rumor has it with friends from La Salle on Friday. (:

question: hoy, bitch. i love you.
* Ay ang lutong. Hahaha. Chill, bebeh. Relaaks. Kick back. Do I know you? None of my friends talk like that. (:

question: Essyyy! - Steph
* STEPHANIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

question: guess who's gonna party with justin and everybody?!
* Ooooh! I know, I know! ME, ME, ME!

question: name/question
* banas kayong mga gagooow.

question: heeellloooo!
* Helloooow! HAHA.

2006-01-21T11:19:00.000-08:00

Unopened Letters to the World

Beautiful People have haters. Haters hate beautiful people.

Mostly because they're insanely jealous and undeniably insecure with themselves. (:

Confrontations and All of the bull awaiting me? Been there, done that. Where's your sense of originality? Pathetic really. Funny how these words just randomly spit out of my head. It flows so naturally.

By the way, I'm not gonna censor names because I don't wanna be plastic like most people. Like I've said before, I decided to take the road less travelled. And it makes all the difference in the world.

So Christina, are you sure of what you have told me? Because, it has caused quite a ruckus in your little circle of wanna-be, social climbing, friends. And yes, I do say this with no due of respect. None of you have earned it anyways.

Trish, better watch what you say. It just might bite you in the ass someday.

Carolyn, you are such a waste. Tsk, you and I could have easily gotten along. After all, you, too, are a bitch. Just not more than I am.

To all of you...
DON'T PUSH ME BECAUSE I AM ON THE EDGE, I'M TRYING NOT TO LOOSE MYSELF.

By now, you should know that I am one of the hardest bitches to take down. And most likely, you won't succeed without my consent - and you won't get that. HAH, prepare for some major bitchslapping. If I were you, I'd lower what's left of your pride and bow down gracefully. Because either way, you're gonna be levelled with my feet who are more deserving to be on land, anyways.

Oh, I get it! Am I so important that you have to show other people that we're in good terms? I must say, I don't understand your techniques... But whatever the motive/(s)? QUIT PLAYING. Because you fuckers are about to get screwed. You wouldn't want to see my true colors. It's not a very pretty site. No, it's not hot pink or what the hell your puny little brains have concocted in your cerebeal cortex. It's a sad, somber, scary color. Do you know the feeling when you're looking down at something and it seems never-ending? THAT'S ME. That emptiness in your life.... That void you can't seem to fill... that was what I got from you. I got your INTEGRITY. You never deserved it anyways.

Oh kiddies, kiddies... Learn to respect your elders. Be like them but never ever try to be THEM. Chances are, you get the most embarassing reputation if you don't completely loose it - not that you had a rep in the first place.

I'm tired and must slumber now. I shall vanish and blog back later. Au revoir!

... DON'T PUSH ME, BITCH.

2006-01-05T12:44:00.000-08:00

Year Ender Post

Year in review: 2005

2005. Whoooa. Baby, you had me going :D (You had me at hello line enters my mind) I've decided to just write randomly and write everything that's going on on my mind right now. Just for the fun of it and just to see what it'll concoct.

I can never seem to find the right words to describe this year. It was a pretty hard year for me, with all the transactions going on about and all the bull awaiting me. Nevertheless, I will still attempt to describe to you with the most lurid of details to make sure that you get a vivid image of how I spent my year was like in your heads.

January:
I was still part of the Corps at this time and the torture was yet to begin. Party Month for me as I started to actually let loose and DANCE at parties. The big BANANA party was during this time :D I love it!

February:
And let the hazing begin. Gaaah. Spent Valentines with my good friend. We were both bummed that we didn't have dates so we went out :D (He turned out to be a pretty good boyfriend (: I love you, fudgerrr. Still do. Always have and always will.) - (okay, people na pagchichismisan nanaman kami, we're friends! YUN YOON, OK? I love him as a friend, mga epal) Bettlejuice remembrance night with Carlo and my buddies! (This is just what we call it. I just slept at my friend's house because we wnt to a party and got pretty weird and had an unusual craving for bettlejuice the movie and other tim burton (my love!) films :D

March:
Ate Jae's Grad! I was on call (: Kuya Jap's and Ate Joycie's birthday! Summer, beybehhhhh :D Haha. Summer Parties starting. Our 2nd month and the most FUN ever! Memorable parties? Remembering the past (a black and white affair) and vintage labyrinth which I spent cat walking on one of the mazes/stage. haha. I loveee it. Also, reunion dinner with Jess as the host.

April:
Despedida Party for Kai. She's moving to the big apple, New York (I LOVE LOVE LOVE New York! But it sucks that you had to leave) Awww. ): Hannah went back to the P.I. and we took her bar hopping! we also took her to EK. Had fun, han? I love ya! (: Started talking to chica again. SRC started and Bes and I only attended twice. We quit the corps right after but we went to their training for quite some time. What did we do in OB while our friends trained? We talked and Ate! Haha.

May:
Daddy's birthday! I love love you, Pops! Reunion before my friend, Hannah, went back to the US. She lives in New Jersey now. We miss you already Han! 4th month with my ex~~lovey~~ and he introduced me to his family. I love it! Haha. I love his mom and his siblings :D I haven't met his dad yet during this time, though. Started partying with his friends hardcore! DUDE, haha. Sablay ka. Hahah. Reaggae Nights Party with slick.

June:
Monica's birthday! I love you, mocha :D One big blow out Party before school started. Everyone was there, I LOVE IT. I LOVE YOU GUYS. Ha, ha! During the latter days, School started and Tim spent his summer here. (I just realized I have a lot of friends abroad.) Tim was my classmate way back! In CLS pa. Haha. I Can't believe we remember each other, fudgeroo. Kate was back in OB!

July:
My birthday was the GROOLEST. I loved it! It was also the acquaintance party :D Lola's birthday. Super fun! I LOVE. Ate Blu's Birthday. Uhm... Start of Cheering Practice. HUWENTA Party - My, my, my. KELLY, diba? Dibs on Jeci. Haha. As in... ***** ***** :D Lolo passed! This was the saddest. But, in all fairness, I got to hang with my super cool cousins again. I love them so!

August:
Ate Mya's Birthday. Nothing really. School week for meeeee! Uhm... Kathleen Heroya party month. SUPER FUN PARTIES, kero :D Jon Javellana's Birthday. Lolo's Cremation and Burial. His final Mass. Nothing much this week, huh?

September:
Tuts's birthday! Merienda Buffet at School. I hosted it. Student Council Elections (I LOVE YOU ALL WHO VOTED FOR ME. KTNX. :D) Juno Party. Tonight's the night, baby. Dress to impress! Met really cool people like Jin Guillermo and Lorie Gerarld. Not much partying this month. Just random malling. (:

October:
Drei's Birthday. Ben's Birthday. Halloween Party! Dressed up as The Angel of Death. Loved my outfit! Went to the after-party at acropolis. Mia's debut at Shang. Overnight for those who were part of the cotillion. Shared a room with who else? Ji & Lo. haha. FRIENDS get together :D

November:
Mum's Birthday. Ate Joycie's Baby Shower! INTRAMURALS. Congrats to the SENIORS. Regular Gimmicks with kadabogs. Mia and I FINALLY met Lo's older brother who is residing at Chicago. He visited the P.I. for all saints day and all souls day. HOOOOOOOT. OO, crush ko. Haha. Pacute mode. Ally's birthday! I LOVE YOU MY
SWEETYHUNNYBABYLOVE. :D

December:
Christmas parties here and there. I gotta say, I love christmas parties. (: It's like the ULTIMATE gathering. I love my cousins and we only see each other during Christmas. Except this year, we saw each other when my Granddad passed. ): First Christmas without him. Kinda sucked.

May this year be filled with more joys and sorrow.

2005-12-26T13:42:00.000-08:00

Crash course on Polite Conversations

During most of the past 14 years, I have been lost - searching, if you will - for myself. I have not only tried to conform and fit in a certain category, I have brought myself to like something I abhor and to dislike and deny something I was, and still am, deeply passionate about. I have done all of this just to blend in. Because I was something that I never wanted to be - I stood out.

To categorize myself as a non-conformist would be the most hypocritical and ironic thing in the world. To admit to ones self and to others that you are a non-conformist would be to conform on being a non-conformist.

To those of you searching, you all know. Insecurity and Instability is one of the main causes of conforming. Image is everything to some, to some it is the least important thing. But what really in non-conformity?

Non-conformists are actually those people who don't care about how they look. Think nerds (sorry for stereotyping) with big dorky (again, sorry) glasses, and braces, and suspenders with denims that only go to their ankle so you can see their leather shoes and white socks. They're the ones who're truly the non-conformists. Non-conformity is being happy and secured and stable with ones self; Being able to express opinions but at the same time also have respect.

Take this from a person who's tried to stereotype herself under "Rebellious Rocker", "Tortured Artist", "Humanitarian Boho", and a lot more monikers. You can never ever perfectly fit into one category - or at least I’ve found out that I can't. I am somewhat in between everything. So I'm a cheerleader, that doesn't make me a perky person. Some people find it hard too see me as a cheerleader because I like rock, rainy days, and dark art. So what? That doesn't make me a morose person. In fact, a lot of people ask me why I play music that makes them want to "shoot up and die" - but it's the opposite, really. Because I like my music, I find comfort in my music. You know people hate rainy days they say it's dark and somber and they can't take walks outside or go out. But, to tell you the truth, I just love a rainy day. It's just an excuse to stay inside and read a book. I don’t want to take a walk outside anyways.

It just sometimes kills me, you know? To see a person becoming something that they don't want to be just so they can become inconspicuous! I hate being recognized, but I've learned that the actual key to being comfortable in your own skin is to be happy. Just stop torturing yourself.

Okay, so here are some things we need in our improvement list:
1.) Don't try to be something - or someone, rather - you're not – find who you are and you'll be surprised at how much happiness it will give you.
2.) Never loose hope on other people
3.) Don't hold grudges
4.) Stop cursing

Follow these, and you'll find no dirty laundry. And it feels good to know that there are no skeletons in your closet. Here we go with stability; for one thing, you have to learn to be happy single. And when you finally have stability within yourself, you'll find stability in another person. They say, a key to a good relationship is appreciation. So when you find your significant other, remember to let them know how thankful you are for even the smallest things.

Oh and I forgot to mention, LOVE YOUR SIBLINGS. Please, everyone do so. Because seriously, in the long run, you're all each other have. I mean it's okay to fight because it's normal. It’s okay to dislike (I suppose) because that, too, is normal. But love your family. I don't really have a healthy relationship with 3 of my siblings. We fight all the time! We bicker and we snap at each other. WE GNAW EACH OTHER TO DEATH. But I love them, because the're my siblings. I want to kill them most of the time, but I'd kill for them anytime. I'd do it in a heartbeat.

My sisters think that I have a problem with my attitude. I balance and contrast they're perkiness to my dark emotional self. I'm not saying that they're unaffectionate, it's just they're tact is a little off hand. Since I grew up in a family of 4 girls, all of which cheerleaders, I was expected to conform to what my sisters had conformed in. Now this brings us full-circle to non-conformity. Wow, funny how that is, eh? Anyways, I always was a very opinionated person. And my powers of persuasion came in handy to whenever I debated against something I did not believe in. This sometimes comes off as an annoyance to people about me. The fact that I deliver with such conviction and eloquence just irritates them. And I know that! That's why I try so hard to let go. I mean, you can't please everyone.

Yes, such a cliche`. But it's the truth. There are so many cliche`s yet we choose not to follow them. Such a pity, that is, because they are the one's that are applicable to life. I know at times I sound so high and mighty, so condescending, but I do not mean to speak that way. I just naturally do. And I am a completely random person. See how I jumped topics? Tallying back, I think that the only way to become a better person is to find out what you lack and work real hard for it. You have to fight for it. Most people would say they try to be God-like or Jesus-like. But how can they? No one knows how the all mighty acts. No one knows how he IS. So, I think that he sends sacraments. You know, like to me, for me, my sister is a sacrament of Jesus Christ. She is how I should be. Like, I'm not forced to be like her, I just want to. You can call her a role model, but I don't believe in those. I just believe in sharing a common opinion with another person, and it just so happens that we share opinions. I mean, her wisdom leaves me speechless. It's so compelling.

In myself, I have found that I am comfortable with my own. I need not praises nor insults. I am who I am because this was how I was born. Now I am here to listen to those in need of any support. I was given that and it had helped me grow as a person. I would like to share the same experience with others. I am here to listen for everyone has a story.

I also have removed my comment box. This is because I think that whatever comment you make will affect me as a writer. If you give me praise, I'm afraid my modesty and humility will dry up; if you give me criticism, I'm afraid it will become psychological and it will affect the way I write. So please, please, respect my decisions. (:

Because for every true friend, comes forth a 100 enemies.

DESIDERATA
by: Max Ehrman

Go placidly amid the noise and haste and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others; even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism

Be yourself. Espacially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul

With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy

2005-12-24T11:05:00.000-08:00

Near Wild Heaven

I don't usually post entries like this, but for the love of it, I will. It is one beautiful memory I want to share with you. (:

This vacation, I have had the most fun I could remember. And I had it with people I love; I spent it with 2 of my bestfriends - Maria and AJ. This vacation has brought full-circle to whatever has been happening in our lives right now.

You see, our trio has been together since 4th grade. We were always the best of friends. There's some history in between all of this, but what is so beautiful is that, it has not affected our friendship. In any way.

Since the start of the Holiday Break, Maria and I have been staying in each others company; I slept at her house and she slept at mine. Actually, we didn't sleep at all. We just goofed around and enjoyed each other's company. But I'll tell you about one particular day in a very hectic week. One Friday morrow, AJ called me up. He said that he and his friend were going to attend the Simbang Gabi at their village, Valle Verde 2, and asked if we wanted to accompany them. (Yes, he called me up at 4a. HAHA) Since we had nothing better to do, we accompanied them.

We hailed a cab at 4:30a and arrived at Valle2 at around 5:00a since the cab we rode got broken. Talk about bad luck. Anyways, AJ and Mhacky were there already and saved some seats for us. After mass, the four of us had breakfast and just stayed at the park. AJ was dead tired, since they, too, haven't slept, so he said he'd go ahead and then Mhacky has Church Choir Practice (Naknampoots. :D)Maria and I were once again left wondering into nothingness so we decided to go to my house. Drop and Kuya Jap were already up when we got home so we just hanged with them. We got tired so we took an hour long nap and then headed to Maria's house to just get some stuff. Kuya Jap and Drop tagged along and we ended up eating. :D

We got back at my house at 3:30p and decided to help out in preparing for the ICS Party. We got to Lola's house at 4p and then started prepping up and fixing the venue. People started to arrive at 6.

We went home at around 10p and dropped Maria off home since she had to get ready for some family affair.

BES, I love you so much! And my family love you, too! :D

CHRISTMAS DAY

I know I promised to blog everyday. I couldn't live up to it. SOHOREH. Anyways, Merry Christmas to all. :D I love my gifts! Pics to be uploaded soon.

2005-12-20T01:08:00.000-08:00

The 12 days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the third day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve drummers drumming,
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree!

Religious symbolism of The Twelve Days of Christmas
1 True Love refers to God
2 Turtle Doves refers to the Old and New Testaments
3 French Hens refers to Faith, Hope and Charity, the Theological Virtues
4 Calling Birds refers to the Four Gospels and/or the Four Evangelists
5 Golden Rings refers to the first Five Books of the Old Testament, the "Pentateuch", which gives the history of man's fall from grace.
6 Geese A-laying refers to the six days of creation
7 Swans A-swimming refers to the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit, the seven sacraments
8 Maids A-milking refers to the eight beatitudes
9 Ladies Dancing refers to the nine Fruits of the Holy Spirit
10 Lords A-leaping refers to the ten commandments
11 Pipers Piping refers to the eleven faithful apostles
12 Drummers Drumming refers to the twelve points of doctrine in the Apostle's Creed

2005-12-19T08:25:00.000-08:00

Jack Skellington no more

Tis the season to be jolly, falalalala lalalala!

Let me enlight you with some christmas stories and urban legends. I will be posting a story or poem or anything related to Christmas everyday for 6 days. (:

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Claim: Two of Santa's reindeer were originally named 'Dunder' and 'Blixem,' not 'Donner' and 'Blitzen.'

Status: True.

Origins: Can you recite the names of Santa's eight reindeer? If so, you probably do it by recalling the first few lines of the 1949 song "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer":

You know Dasher and Dancer,
and Prancer and Vixen;
Comet and Cupid,
and Donner and Blitzen...

The source that added eight individually-named reindeer to the then-nascent Santa Claus legend was the poem "A Visit from Saint Nicholas" (now more commonly known as "The Night Before Christmas"), first published in 1823. A portion of the poem read as follows:

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of midday to objects below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on Dunder and Blixem!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now, dash away! dash away! dash away all!

Who are those last two reindeer? 'Dunder and Blixem'? Aren't they supposed to be 'Donner and Blitzen'?

The story of how two reindeer named 'Dunder' and 'Blixem' became 'Donner' and 'Blitzen' is a complicated and confusing one, in part because a good deal of mystery remains about the origins of the poem that named them, "A Visit from Saint Nicholas." We'll do our best here to trace the history of how the poem — and the names of two reindeer — changed over time.

"A Visit from Saint Nicholas" made its first print appearance in New York's Troy Sentinel newspaper on 23 December 1823. The poem had been submitted anonymously, and over the next thirteen years it was reprinted without attribution in various newspapers, magazines, and almanacs. Eventually word spread that the poem had been penned by Clement Clarke Moore, a Bible professor at New York's General Theological Seminary; an 1836 reprint of "A Visit from Saint Nicholas" finally credited Moore, and the notion of Moore as the true author of "A Visit from Saint Nicholas" was cemented when he included in a volume of his own poetry published in 1844. However, rumors have long persisted that "A Visit from Saint Nicholas" was written not by Moore, but by a different New Yorker of Dutch descent named Henry Livingston — a claim which regained prominence at the end of 2000 when scholar and textual analyst Donald W. Foster published a defense of Livingston as the true author.

Whether Moore or Livingston wrote "A Visit from Saint Nicholas," one of them melded elements of Scandinavian mythology with the emerging Dutch-American version of Santa Claus as a jolly, pipe-smoking fellow and produced a vision of a sleigh pulled by eight flying reindeer. He assigned names to all the reindeer, and he took two of them from a common Dutch exclamation of the time, "Dunder and Blixem!" (the Dutch words for "thunder" and "lightning," as rendered in English orthography). These are the names that appeared in the original 1823 publication of "A Visit from Saint Nicholas":

"Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now!
Prancer, and Vixen,
On! Comet, on! Cupid, on!
Dunder and Blixem;

In 1837, publisher Charles Fenno Hoffman printed a version of "A Visit from Saint Nicholas" that included several alterations from earlier versions, including the changing of 'Blixem' to 'Blixen' (to make it rhyme with 'Vixen') and 'Dunder' to 'Donder' (perhaps to bring the spelling more in line with English pronunciation). When Clement Clarke Moore prepared "A Visit from Saint Nicholas" for publication in his own 1844 book of verse, he rechristened one of the reindeer 'Blitzen' and retained (or coincidentally reiterated) Hoffman's change of 'Dunder' to 'Donder.' Moore's 1844 version of the poem is the one that became the standard and established 'Donder' and 'Blitzen' as the names of two of Santa' reindeer in the memories of generations of children.

Literary sleuths (such as Donald Foster) who believe Moore is not the true author of a "A Visit from Saint Nicholas" have theorized that the original reindeer names of 'Dunder' and 'Blixem' sounded odd to Moore because he knew German but not Dutch, and he therefore changed them to 'Donder' and 'Blitzen' (or failed to notice when someone else changed them). This makes sense in the latter case (as 'blitzen' is the German word for 'lightning'), but the explanation is oddly inconsistent in the former case — 'donner' is the German word for 'thunder,' so if Moore were familiar with German, why would he have retained the spelling of Blitzen's partner's name as 'Dunder' or 'Donder' rather than altering it to the more appropriate 'Donner'?

How and when 'Donder' made the transition to 'Donner' remains a mystery. In 1949 Johnny Marks turned the popular story of Rudolph, a misfit red-nosed reindeer (created by his brother-in-law, Robert L. May, for a 1939 Montgomery Ward promotional giveaway booklet) into a song, and Gene Autry's recording of the tune became a smash hit that Christmas season. Although Marks certainly helped popularize the 'Donner' usage by including it in the "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" lyrics, he was far from the first to refer to one of Santa's reindeer by that name. We found seven different mentions of 'Donner' in the pages of The New York Times prior to the 1949 Christmas season, the earliest occurring in that newspaper's 1906 publication of Moore's poem. In fact, a 1926 New York Times article on the origins of Santa Claus stated that "two of the original reindeer were originally given Dutch names, 'Donder and Blixen' (Blicksem), meaning thunder and lightning" and "it is only modern publishers who have rechristened them with the German 'Donner and Blitzen.'"

But that's as far as the trail leads us. We know 'Blixem' was changed to 'Blixen' and then 'Blitzen' between 1837 and 1844, and we can make some reasonable guesses about why those changes were made, but we're still mostly in the dark about why 'Dunder' became 'Donder,' and the details of when and why 'Donder' finally became 'Donner' remain elusive. We can say for sure, though, that the names of two of Santa's reindeer, as originally published about 170 years ago, were 'Dunder' and 'Blixem,' not 'Donner' and 'Blitzen.'

2005-12-11T05:05:00.000-08:00

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe

I just got home from watching The Chronicles of Narnia at Columbia - where else.

Lucy Pevensie stumbles across the timeless world of Narnia while playing hide-and-seek. And what a world it is! Here she finds Mr. Tumnus, a pan-like creature who at first, attempts to kidnap her. But instead, finds in her a friend he had never had and decides to help her.

At first all ends well with the two friends, until Edmund, Lucy's annoying older brother who just can't follow directions, rats them out to the White Witch. Soon, Peter, they're very responsible older brother, and Susan, they're know-it-all older sister, finds themselves with Lucy on a wild goose-chase after they're kidnapped brother.

They first meet the 2 beavers who introduce them to the Prophecy - that is that 2 sons of Adam and 2 daughters of Eve will come to Narnia, overtake the throne and will deminish all evil that becomes of Narnia. But to be able to do so, they have to team up with Aslan, the Lion King of Narnia.

Although it seems impossible, you can suspend disbelief and become engaged in the story because the special effects are so outstanding! The cinematography, art direction, special effects, editing, and audio will most likely be nominated for Academy Awards. And the lion Aslan dominates every scene he appears in.

Outstanding performances from all actors! but I have to single out Tilda Swinton as the White Witch. For I truly loathed her - really, I wanted to strangle her. I thought the children did a great job, considering their relative inexperience and the amount of blue screen work involved.

To sum it all up: The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe are sure to get an Oscar nod. To everyone who has enjoyed The Lord of the Rings, watch Narnia. For it has the best cinematogrophy after The Lord of the Rings.

2 big thumbs up!

And oh yeah, stay a bit while the credits roll. There is a small scene afterwards.

from the soul: sick (hang-overs. blah)
spinmix: 12 Pains of Christmas
head to toe: soccer top, jeans, reebok rubber shoes.

2005-12-08T05:12:00.000-08:00

Just Like Heaven

Yes, another one of my now very frequent movie reviews. I guess for me, it's better to write about what happen in other people's (whether they be fiction or fact) lives better than mine. Yes - I am a cancer and I become very isolated and crabby. Go figure.

Moving on...

Just like heaven has a beautiful story plot. Although, not very realistic. But who cares? I get up every morning to this so-called reality and, so far, I'm not enjoying it. It seems to me that this would be the better reality. But going to my point, I get up every morning to face reality every day. I do not need it in the movies that I, the movie fetishist or monger, watch. I mean, what's the deal right? It's almost like we negate the industry itself. Because movies are supposed to help you escape reality... to help create a vivid imagination... to widen and expand our horizons... to make us believe again. (Okay, Essa, seriously, stop it.) We're drifting further from the topic I want to talk about again.

Tallying back, Mark Ruffalo did such a fine job in this movie - he really has proven himself worthy after 13 going on 30. You gotta say. But, I have to admit, this one was Reese Witherspoon's all the way. She really is such a talented actress! I wonder why our movie critics and voters for the Oscars or the Golden Globes or those with the like do not give much notice and credit to Comedic actors and actresses. It just takes as much talent and if not, even more. In my own frank and brutal opinion, there are a very small number of actors who can pull off a REALLY GOOD romantic-comedy. Reese Witherspoon has pulled it off many, many times. And Mark Ruffalo did so well in 13 going on 30. Both said actors do no disappoint here.

What is up with romantic-comedies today, anyways? Most aren't even funny. They're just... light. Although, I must add, Jon Heder was funny. Love that boy (Napoleon Dynamite, baby!)

But this movie was not centered on being all about comedy. It will touch the hearts of any member of the human race who feels left out, neglected, ostracized, and just simply, people who feel like they have no control of their lives; like their lives control them... Being centered by work or school is one example of which.

Mark Ruffalo plays David, an agricultural architect who has recently been widowed. And Reese Witherspoon plays Elizabeth Masterson, a successful doctor whose life has been centered on her work. These two people meet at Ruffalo's apartment, formerly Witherspoon's. She, who has not yet moved on, asks him to help her remember what happened to her. As the story progresses, so do their relationship. When they finally pieced it all together, they find her body in a coma whose life support will be unplugged. As their chase looms to an end, they find out that they were supposed to meet, as a blind date, the same night as the accident. And that he was her unfinished business. We all would think, "Oh man. She's gonna move on to her afterlife now..." But no, she does not. Instead, she's given a miracle and is brought back to life after David attempts to kidnap her body from the hospital. You probably think this is where it ends, right? But, again, no; for she does not remember him - oh. My heart broke here. He left her, reluctantly, alone. Again... this is not where it ends. Instead, he moves out of her apartment, she moves back... and finds him in the rooftop where she once told him that she had always wanted to plant a garden. He planted the most beautiful garden for her and when they locked hands, it all came back to her...

So if constant special effects, extreme violence, streams of foul language, or total realism are for you, then perhaps you should skip this movie. For the rest of us who can lay-back, relax, and enjoy a romantic-comedy, will truly fall in love with this movie. I left feeling in love.

Cheers everyone. Here's to the night we felt alive.

from the soul: cool
spinmix: Eve 6- Here's to the night
head to toe: clothes.

2005-11-20T02:18:00.000-08:00

Potter 5 & 6 Cast

While I'm still in the mood, lemme share some views on people who I think would be PERFECT or at the least, GOOD, for the roles to fill.

Alison Doody - Narcissa Malfoy (click or click) OotP
Anna Friel - Nymphadora Tonks (click or click) [Plus, she's living with David Thewlis who plays Lupin. That would be cute with the ending of the 6th book. :D] OotP
Helena Bonham Carter - Merope Gaunt (click or click) [although that second one was a photo of her when she was young. With a little make-up I think Bonham Carter can still pull of Merope's young face. After all, she was supposed to look beaten up and wasted] HBP

Oh and Imelda Staunton confirms she's playing Dolores Umbridge on OotP click

This got boring. I'll update this later. Blah.

Oh and, there are too many choices for Bellatrix LeStrange. tsk.

from the soul: bored *yawn*
spinmix: The Music or the Misery - Fall out boy
head to toe: ecko red shirt, denim pants, white reebok rubber shoes.

2005-11-19T03:33:00.000-08:00

Difficult times lie ahead, Harry.

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire is, by now, the best Harry Potter movie in the series. It isn't much of a surprise, since this installment has been the only one, so far, directed by an english director, Mike Newell.

Knowing that the original length of this movie was 9 hours, and they had to cut it down to 3, I can say that they pretty much covered everything. The pace of the movie was rather fast but understandable. Dissapointingly though, The Quidditch World Cup, did not turn out quite as expected. Narcissa Malfoy was not shown, so was Oliver Wood, and the dancing veelas (which I wanted to see), and Winky. They had failed to mention about Hermione and her obsession with house elves which led to SPEW (Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare.) They also failed to show Pansy Parkinson and some of the Post-Yule bale scenes with Cedric&Cho and Krum&Hermione.

In a matter of action, this movie has been much better than most action flicks. Carrying with it emotion, tension, and incredible special effects, much of the credit here goes to the actor's superb talent for his and her work. In a matter of effects, Mike Newell abuses much of them to create JK Rowling's spectacular and monstrous fire-breathing dragon, oddly intense merpeople, and a maze scene that will have you gripping the edge of your seats. The Triwizard tournament is by far the best thing about this movie, for it adds character development and density to the movie. Also, it is where everything boils down too. A scene which shows the death eaters, the dark lord, that very-well annoyingly played Peter Pettigrew/ Wormtail (Props to Timothy Spall), the murder of Cedric Diggory (Robert Pattison, I now love) and for a fleeting moment, Lilly and James. A bit of intrigue also gets stirred up. Why on earth would Voldemort need harry's blood when he can get from anyone of his followers?

Speaking of "He-who-must-not-be-named", let me acknowledge the great interpretation of Ralph Fiennes. Living up to his character in Red Dragon, Voldemort is Fiennes's most dangerous and chilling character after his portrayal of Francis Dolarhyde. All the actings are great. The trio works effectively well, Fleur Dela Cour from Beauxbattons, Viktor Krum from Durmstrang, and Hogwarts's own top boy, Cedric Diggory, are played by such great young actors. And a big two thumbs-up to the rest.

Also in Goblet shows the maturity that the trio are now facing; hormones. Tempers start to rise when jealousy gets in the way of the attraction. Ofcourse we have the Ron - Hermione coupling, but with Ron falling for the Veelas and Hermione catching Krum's attention, there are sure-fire disagreements between the two. With Harry's case, he starts to fall for hotshot Cedric Diggory's gilfriend (although they did not elaborate on this in the movie), Cho Chang.

To conclude, Goblet is the best installment in the series so far. Thanks in large part to director Mike Newell to bring from the grave what Alfonso Cuaron has burried (Yes, I did not like the 3rd movie). But also because it shows emotion and fear of the characters in so many memorable scenes. Definitly one of the year's best.

There's a phrase in the movie that could explain everything going on Harry's mind. Difficult times lie ahead, and soon we must choose between what's right and what's easy.

Next up for reviews: Just like heaven, Memoirs of a Geisha, The Chronicles of Narnia.

Waiting for in theatres: Eragon

from the soul: cool *shades on*
spinmix: Champagne for my real friend, Real Pain for my sham friends - Fall out Boy
head to toe: D's shirt, white jogging pants.

2005-11-15T13:14:00.000-08:00

Hours away from either getting hurt or having one of the best days of my life.

Let's all hope it's the latter.

Cheers!

2005-11-12T21:15:00.000-08:00

Of Love and Understanding

Yesterday was one of the best days of my life. There were the downsides, inevitably - ofcourse, but other than that... I'm glad I decided to stay. First and foremost, before anything else, Congratulation to Reiji Yoshizawa and Bea Estrella. Wee, I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH.

Yesterday, I arrived at Ministop to meet up with Alain, Kit, Bes, Mar, and Nikki at 12. The function room wasn't opened yet so we stayed sa ministop while we waited for the others to arrive. We passed on our diet and decided to stuff as much food in our mouths as possible. We looked like predators. Keiko and Janisah followed soon after and we had the most fun time playing the silliest childish games. In Public. Yes.

The Volleyball Varsity (Jhay-be, KC, Bheng, Nikki, Cam) arrived at 1 and Dennis followed soon after. We stayed at the Pool are while we waited for the other boosters and cheerleaders to arrive. Squad bonding time was F-U-N.

At around 2, we started practice and ended at 7. On the dot. After which, bonding time with Jan Patrick and Keiko (I love you beatches :D Specially you, you sexy sexy boy. HAHA. ULOL.) The Juniors (Lendl, Russel, Enzo, Derick, Aki, Miguel, Reiji, and some other guys I forgot) arrived at 9 and they drank and smoke. TSK. They got into some pretty deep shit. But all is fixed now. When we got back to the condo, since Jan Patrick, Kei, and I went to Metrowalk to eat, Aki got super drunk so we took care of him. At precisely 12mn, 131105, Bea and Reiji started to date exclusively. I'm happy for them.

When Reiji, Aki, and Miguel started to head home at 1230a (the others went ahead), the Seniors came. Inevitably, they had that weird feeling of being in the same room with someone you hate, but they controlled themselves. Marco and some other guy went home super early and so did Jasper and a guy I don't know. Anton, Tuting, Cardo, Bruce, Marky, Maria and I stayed until 4 and planned OB's next mixer. It was really too bad I didn't go to the "Just shoot me" party. But my bestfriend needed me and I think that was more important (:

When the function room was cleaned, Richard, Maria, and I went down to the apartment and hit the haystack. I woke up super early cause I wanted to give mommy her new ipod. (: Yes that was our (siblings) gift to her for her birthday. We got her the NEWEST IPOD! Hurrah for us. Kudos to being the groolest and crunkest kids on the planet.

Now, I have to bid you a-do.

Oh and by the way, General Rehearsal for the Intrams tomorrow. Good luck to all batches! (:

LOVE YOU BHENG, BES, NIK, BHE, AND KEI. ♥

2005-11-11T08:17:00.000-08:00

~~Cheer~~FEARleaders

Oh God. The Intramurals are on Tuesday. I don't care anymore if anyone from the higher or lower batch gets to read this post. Who cares? It's my blog anyways.

As the Intramurals loom, I start to feel that bit of insecurity in my bones. Yes, I am afraid of losing. I am afraid to not reach the expectation set for us. It's not fair, anyways! We're held to a much higher standard since we won last year? It's just not right. We're all the same, anyways. I'm sorry for that. I guess I'm just sour-graping because everyone has been so crazy with this! What is with cheerleading? It's not even a real sport! Sure, it is a lot of work as well but where did this start? It just started from mere cheering for our teams to win. There were no uniforms then. No routines. No dances. No whatever. And now look, along the way, girls have lost the meaning of "sportsmanship" on their ladder to winning. It seemed to deteriorate in between all the fights, the backstabbing, the "plastikan", and the whatnots. I'm not saying I don't like it, cause I am a cheerleader. What I'm saying is, we all have to stop this madness! Is it so bad that you were beaten by a lower batch last year?

It's not that we're boasting or whatever - really. Truth be told, we're all scared as hell. Scared of the Freshmen, The Juniors, and The Sophomores. It's not that we're trying to be humble, we really are! Just as I am sure you, yourselves, are insecured with us. We're all great squads, we all know that. So why can't we all just stop the pestering? The "I hate you" looks. The "she's such a slut" comments. The "plastikans". The "sugurans". The shoving and hitting each other every chance we get. Have we really sunk that low?

Think about it. Really think. It's a shame that the girls our school shows can't even show proper courtesy to a fellow Montessorian; what more those from other schools, right? No manners. No courtesy. Nothing at all. It's a damn shame.

I'm not saying this because I am hated by a lot of older and younger batches. Really, I'm not afraid of them talking to me and going to my classroom to start a scene. I know I didn't do anything wrong. So fuck off. Let them say what they want to say. Where the hell is their proof? Nothing. None. Nada. For me, that is more embarassing than being shouted at by a flock of girls who know nothing about what they're saying (no offense meant).

I was once confronted by a squad of cheerleaders; yes, the whole squad against a single person - which isn't even the Captain. They accused us of stealing their songs and routines. First off, they started rumors about us. Second, how would they even know unless they hired some super invisible spy to check us out, right? Either way, they lose. It's a no-win situation. I talked to them non-chalantly, with respect, and properly. I talked to them that way because unlike them, I didn't want a scene. Not because I was a coward, but because my record is as bad as it is. Anyways, I talked to them in english and subconsciously used some bombastic (HIGHFALUTIN, FLOWERY) words. One of the girls, who obviously had a problem with me, started saying she didn't understand what I was saying. I kindly pulled her out of the crowd and explained to her what I meant. After that, she said I was naive and laughed so hard she babbled words which I'm sure didn't mean what she had intended them to mean. I explained it once again and she commented about me being a "know-it-all". After that, she crossed the line, I screamed "baka gusto mong batuhin kita ng dictionary?" which embarassed her to everyone on the corridoor (i.e. 1-4th year HIGH students). It was wrong, I know. But my patience can only go so far, I couldn't let her say wrong things about me now, could I?

A few days later, I was confronted by some of their batchmates talking to me properly (which I appreciated, for the record). I understood where they stood so I offered to talk to our squad. But unfortunately, one very SHALLOW student in the other squad's batch started making a scene. THAT, I would not tollerate. They can embarass me all they want because I am very secure about who I am. But when they do that to someone so oblivious of the terms, that is plain wrong. I had an outburst of anger and that's when things got out of hand. With everyone...the seniors, sophies, juniors, froshs.

Now, I'm pretty sure atleast 5 from each batch hates my guts. But we're moving further away from my point... The point is, WE SHOULD STOP WANTING TO WIN AND CONCENTRATE MORE ON HAVING FUN. Cheering is supposed to BE fun. Not humiliating.

So for everyone who's read this blog, please keep in mind what I have said.

If I say I don't like cheerleading, then I'm being a hypocrite. If I say I'm in cheerleading for the dance, then I'm just like every other cheerleader. Either way I lose.

from the soul: insecure.
spinmix: Dance Dance by Fall out Boy
head to toe: Jogging pants, tigers shirt, rubber shoes; cheering outfit.

2005-11-03T09:30:00.000-08:00

CRACKER JACK MERCER

I just got home from Shang. I watched Four Brothers with Brother dearest. Yes, bonding.

Now, for my movie review. (:

Four Brothers is an amazing movie! Very well done. Especially Mark Wahlberg; He did such an amazing job. My favorite character though, was Jack Mercer, played by Garrett Hedlund. He was the youngest of all the brothers and we could clearly see that he had the most trouble coping with everything. A frustrated rockstar, his brothers never stop teasing him.

If months ago you would have asked me if I wanted to see a movie which starred Marky Mark from the Funky Bunch, The lead singer of Outkast (Andre Benjamin - who sang vocals to one of the most annoying songs in recent history - hey ya), and Tyrese (another rapper), I would have died laughing right then and there. But, I will admit, that when I saw this movie, it had instantly become one of my favorite movies. Sure, it's no "Dead Poets Society"or "The Godfather" or any of those legends, but hey, you've got to admit that it was one hell of a movie.

Actually, it's a bit gangster (whatever that means) if you ask me. A wrong deed is done, a posse seeks to get revenge against the wrong-doers, and the wrong-doers are played by such unlikable fashion that you're just begging for them to taste a little vigilante justice (or in other words, for them to get fucked up).

As for the good guys (well, not exactly good guys. More like victims), they fall under the "anti-hero" moniker. They aren't afraid to cross any boundaries given by the law in order to get what they're after. But given the circumstances that they're in, you can't really blame them. In the movie, their mother adopted them when no one else would. They were considered lost causes, told that their delinquency was too far off, yet she took them in, she gave them a family, and she gave them her faith.

Sure, they were no angels. They were even called "fuck-ups". But, as one cop said, "They're Congressmen compared to what they would've been." And now their mother, an old lady trying to do good, is dead and the cops don't seem to be doing anything about it. Wrongs have to be made right and if the brothers have to do it themselves, they will.

In this movie, I'm happy to say, you will find beautiful yet subtle twists, amazingly good acting, surprisingly believable chemistry, bad cops, HOTT ACTORS (damn Mark Wahlberg and Garrett Hedlund), Men wearing fur coats, one FANTASTIC shoot-out (although I cried in this scene. Watch it and you'll know why) , and a really cool car chase on ice. Overall, this movie has satisfied my standards of action-packed entertainment. No, that was an understatement, It has EXCEEDED my standards.

Next movies I am dying to see are: Just Like Heaven and HP4.

from the soul: amused
spinmix: silence
head to toe: gimmick clothes.

2005-10-28T06:12:00.000-07:00

Sem Break and all kinds of breaks.

Semestral Break, here we (montessorians) comee!!!

School has been out for about 6 hours now. How I love it.

I'm glad I'm taking a break - from everything. I've been constantly harassed and my schedule has been nothing but hectic. I could feel my brain turning into vapor.

But most of all, I'm glad I'm taking a break from all the drama that is highschool dating. I know that that's hardly possible (hence, the skanky innuendo) but, I promise not to commit. I'm happy right now. I'm happy not to have someone. I just had to get that out.

I've been hooked on podcasts. Somebody, saaaaavveeeeeee meeeeeeeee.

Son's Gonna Rise by Citizen Cope: Perfect song for dancing. Sure, it doesn't have that hiphop beat you can breakdance to... and it isn't that techno/disco thing, too... but heck, who says rock can't be good for dancing? Sometimes, it's good to dance to YOUR music. When you feel lost, get infront of your mirror then start dancing... dance until you loose yourself - or find yourself.

from the soul: happy.
spinmix: Citizen Cope - Son's gonna rise
head to toe: halter, jeans, jacket, slippers from bayo.

2005-10-26T08:18:00.000-07:00

Silent talks of awkwardness.

Hi, how're ya?

We saw each other today. We talked. We looked at each other and we both saw pain in each other's eyes. We looked into each other's souls' and we talked... not literally, but our hearts understood everything we wanted to say. We stood there silently wanting to say everything, but not doing so. The silence was deafening and it brought a ringing to my ears. God, I wish I had the gull to stand infront of you and pretend like everything is copacetic. Like everything is alright between the both of us. But I can't. I'm sorry. I just can't stomach the way that you and my FRIEND act like everything is completely normal when the both of you know that deep down, she's playing you. Ok, so after you went through me, you went after my friend. I guess you're not running for "boyfriend of the year" award.

Who could blame you though? Everyone knows that when that predator sets it's eyes on it's new prey, all hell breaks loose. I just hope that after this, we can still be friends, in spite of our very big history.

It pains me to see two very special people in my life kid themselves. Why the fuck did you guys have to fool around? I hope that all of this bullshit ends. Before either of you are hurt.

GOD, Rix! Can't you see? Can't you see how people look at you? How disgusted they are? How they look at you with such shame? How can you bare that? You play footsie with a Guy who is your GOOD FRIEND'S boyfriend? You let them touch you in ALL parts of your body? YOU TOY WITH PEOPLE'S EMOTIONS JUST SO YOU COULD FEEL LIKE YOU'RE BETTER. When in fact, everyone pities you. It's sad really that even your barkada is turning it's back on you. Even I'm having doubts.

I gave you the benefit of the doubt even when there was no denying it. Even when I saw it with my eyes. I gave you the benefit of the doubt because I love you and we're friends...

But if you dare hurt him, I swear to bob I will make your life a living hell.

And Adrian, I'm sorry I didn't tell you and I'm sorry that you found out from another person... I just didn't want to wreck a relationship, you know? Even if she wrecked ours. And for the record, I never did any of the things she accused me of. And I never used you. I LOVED you sincerely. I guess... the love just dies when the other stops trusting.

We can be friends, right? We can be in good terms.

from the soul: hurt.
spinmix: Jack's Mannequin - The Mixed Tape
head to toe: black halter and black jeans.

2005-10-24T09:42:00.000-07:00

Change is always good.

Yep, no doubt about it. Any kind of change can do you no harm.

New layout. It's a very angst-ridden blend of Peyton Sawyer's Artworks. It's a little messy right now since it's exam week but I just had to change the layout. The other one was making me sick to the bone.

Jamie's Crying by Van Halen: Isn't this ust the most beautiful song? It's loud and it's substantial.

from the soul: sick.
spinmix: Van Halen - Jamie's Crying
head to toe: LT Uniform

2005-10-23T03:26:00.000-07:00

Which one looks better?

This one or this one?

email me!

Exams tomorrow. Gotta study. Procrastinator, I am.

Driftwood by travis: I don't know. I feel different. Something's wrong. God, why are guys such jerks?

by the soul: stressed.
spinmix: Travis - Driftwood
head to toe: Tash's Jogging Pants and Dio's shirt (and no, not the one you're thinking about.)

2005-10-22T11:44:00.000-07:00

Lalalalalalala-life is wonderful.

It's just one of those days wherein I forget everything that's been troubling me and just let loose. Actually, it wasn't just today. I've been enjoying myself for 2 days now. Yes, two. I consider that pretty long, you know? Mainly because I'm the type of person that finds it so hard to just leave things hanging. It's an OCD thing. Anyways, yesterday, I got to visit Ate Joycie in the hospital. She's doing pretty well - all things considered. Oh how I love her!

and by the way... YUAN ALFONSO, welcome baby boy! ♥

After the hospital, I went home to an empty house. I found it completely boring so I decided to go to my bestfriend's house. We did what we would have done if we were at my place, - watch movies & eat. I went home at 2:30a and not at all tired. When I got home, I squirmed in the site of my new things. YYAAAAY! Beautiful stuff! I love them. And I love my sisters for getting them for me.

I slept at 7a so I woke up at 2a na. I followed Bes (with Bheng, Cam, Kit, and Bhe) to Pearl Plaza where we ate. We went back to Maria's place at around 3 and stayed there until we went to Galleria at 6:30p to buy Nikki's gift (Happy birthday, bitxch) Guess who we saw? YEP. They gave us that "oh-how-I-hate-you look" Pathetic, really. Jhay-be had to go at 8 so we rushed back to Maria's Place since she wasn't really allowed to go out. Kate left at 9, so up until the guys (Reiji, Charles, Aki, and DJ) - around 11:30, the three of us watched Win a date with Tad Hamilton! Cute movie. Hehe. We left bea and reiji together so we went down to the basement for awhile. They left at 1:30a and then I followed at 2:30. I didn't even get to see Nigel or Chad. BAAD. haha.

Speaking of bad, I reread all of my past entries and realized that I am too DRAMATIC. oh gaa. Save our souls. You guys must be bored to tears with the same old drama.

Oh here we go, back to the olden drama.

Sigh.

2005-10-11T07:42:00.000-07:00

STRENGTH AND CLAIRVOYANCE

Funny how reluctance, coffee, and boredom can make you see a whole new side of things; things which has always been before your very eyes.

I started my day as normal as the day before - reluctant to get out of bed. When my brother had triumphed over pushing me off of my bed and shoving me inside the bathroom, I became infuriated and threw a tantrum - not exactly the most mature thing to do, but hey! And everyone who knows me knows that the only thing that can nurse my psychopathic anger to tolerable cruelty (yes, CRUELTY) is a sip of Starbuck's finest. So as I raced down the streets to Starbuck's in Metrowalk, only one thing remained constant in my mind; KILL BROTHER IF DON'T GET STARBUCKS. I scurried to the line as if I was a rat which forgot it's cheese inside the evil cat's lair - squeak and meow. When my name got called by that wonderful bartender, my heart skipped a beat. And once my taste buds savored it's delicious taste, I was OK. As I enjoyed every bit of coffee that has quenched my need for more, my mood lightened and I took time to look out of the window of the Pajero.

Since I was already giddy from all of the caffeine that has inhibited my body, I started to notice little things, like the robbins chirping about and eating fresh-out-of-the-soil earthworms, and the calm serenity of the morning air.

Oh how I have missed that! I feel like an old hag now. Boowhore, I am. But come on, don't you miss being so careless? So out-in-the open? I miss my child-like innocence. I miss the state of oblivion that I used to be in... so oblivious and ignorant of the blinding hypocrisy of the world. What has become of me, I am ashamed... I no longer see that youthful spirit I once possessed. Partying, smoking, drinking, and all that goes with the infamous angst-ridden, rebellious streak we supposed teenagers have. Yes, I admit it. I am a victim of this so-called phase. But I cannot resist! Whenever I inhale this poisonous smoke and let it inhabit my lungs for the mere seconds that it does, I feel a heavy weight being lifted of off my already bruised shoulders. And when I swallow those alcoholic drinks, I feel that for that sporadic moment between somber and drunk, I am in control.

Maybe I'm being irrational, fine. But how can you contradict when you know deep down that it's true? I know you might wonder if I am conscious of all of these, why do it? That question, I cannot answer. But I can promise that I will do my best to do better. I may never change, because this is who I am. But I could, however, change the wall that I have isolated myself in, and in the process, lost touch with reality. I can let my guard down; I can immerse myself with another person - or people, rather; I can awaken a heart long afraid to feel; I can rekindle a soul long afraid to live; I can ignite a flame long afraid to burn.

I can change for the better... because HEY! It's no use crying over spilled milk.

You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll be waiting. - Tinkerbell

*NOTE: THIS WAS NOT WRITTEN TODAY. IT WAS WRITTEN SOME TIME AGO IN THE PAST. IT IS NOT A RECYCLED POST, THOUGH.

2005-10-07T06:39:00.000-07:00

Fun, fun, fun :D

Ang saya. haha. I love fridays! Free cut the whole day except for History - but it's fine, cause we all love history.

Food fair ng collge ngayon. Kikay and I were with Carl and J.F. the WHOOOOLE day. Kulit nun dalawa. haha.

Wag nating kalimutan masayang pasasamahan,
tawanan, kopyahan, walang humpay na kwentuhan,
walang sawang damayan, at kanya-kanyang ka-epalan,
wag sana makaligtaan ang pagkakaibigang MONTESSORIAN!

- tangina. Highschool ka man O College... SWAK. Tama talaga ang timplang montessorian :P

CLICK

2005-10-06T04:14:00.000-07:00

71-73

Once more, FEU...

...won over DLSU - obviously :D

La Sallites are sore losers - I believe I've said this before. God. My friends should really stop bombarding me with bash pm's.

And I just want to recognize the fact that...

the championship trophy is an EAGLE. Punyeta. Hahah. Made for ATENEO :D

And congratulations as well to MVP, ARWIND SANTOS.

2005-10-05T05:16:00.000-07:00

On and In Love.

I don't know where to start. It's pretty self-explanatory, isn't it? Oh such a wonderful thing, love is.

I love it. I love HIM. I love every single part of him. I love that he always turns to me whenever he needs advice - even on little things. I love that he smiles just to make me smile. I love that his smile makes me smile. I love that he looks good in everything. I love that he's so child-like and childish yet is so mature. I love that he understands me. I love that he puts up and copes with my very extreme mood swings. I love that he looks at me like I'm the most beautiful girl in the world. I love that he thinks that. I love that he does whatever I ask him to, even if it'll make him look stupid. I love that he turns just to make sure I'm there looking at him. I love that he gets jealous of people he need not worry about. I love that he cares so much. I love that he makes sure I'm okay. I love that he calls back whenever I hang up on him. I love that he stays awake just to watch me sleep. I love that he kisses my forehead. I love that he holds my hand in front of his friends. I love that he thinks I'm twice as beautiful without all of the make-up. I love that he sits infront of me for hours and looks deep into my eyes. I love that he wants to be with me in public. I love that he is a constant reminder of my happiness. I love that he puts all of his attention on me. I love that he boasts that I am his - even when I'm wearing sweats and have just finished cheering practice. I love that he loves all of my friends. I love that I love all of his. I love that he understands me more than anyone. I love that he constantly reminds me of how he's so inlove with me. I love that he loves me. I love him just simply for being. ♥

But most of all, I love him for turning to his friends, pointing to me and saying... "that's her" and I love that he then looks to me and whispers.. "you're the one for me, for always."

*sigh* Forgive me for being so damn cheezy. Putangina, so this is how it feels to be inlove right after nursing a terrible heart break; It feels better than the previous relationship.

I mean, ofcourse, I love J. There's no doubt about it. I will never forget him. And truth be told, I don't want to. There's nothing quite like your first love...He will always be a part of me. I just won't allow him to step all over me. What's the point? So I can be destined to eternal bitterness? No thanks!

I love being inlove and being loved. I mean, don't you love knowing that at the end of the day, someone is thinking about you right before they slumber? And they laugh and they smile at the very thought... and at the end of the day, you, too, think about him or her before you go to bed? And don't you love smiling at the very thought of him or her?

I'm such a hopeless romantic.

**

Today was such a FUN day :D

The HS class officers were tasked to go up to the M.M. Hall and join the College for the COP/CIP. It was pretty boring, but 'twas fine since I was seated beside J and J. Shiat. Those guys are fucking brr. C was there, too. And he was really nice today. C met Bes and Bheng today and some college guys introduced themselves to us. o_0 HAHA. Ana and I had a free cut during 9:30 to 11a so we decided to sleep - since we both obviously lacked some. We woke up at 11 to get ready for the pictorial, we both lookd harassed. Potangina. Oh well, what's done is done.

We had a free cut again at 2-3 so we decided to just... talk. Yep, we once again chatted over seemingly endless nothingness. We had to go up to the M.M. Hall again at 3 for the Mocktail's so we went up already. Ana and I were pretty early, so we decided to talk to CS for awhile. When the program started, I was surprised to find out that J and PR were bartender trainees. Man, they were good! They competed and they both placed 1st and 2nd - PR was 1st; J was 2nd.

After the program, the awarding cermony took place. CS got 2 awards and he could NOT stop boasting. Haha. Pa-impress si gagow.

Cheering Practice after The Program.

Kudos to Agmon and Jan Patrick for the fantabulous time. :D

♥

2005-09-29T04:04:00.000-07:00

73-75

FEU

... won over DLSU - naturally :D

La Sallites are sore losers. I mean, their team manager hit Arwind Santos in the head, for sobbing out loud. No class, no breeding. Ha, ha. After the game, Ateneans and La Sallites bombarded me with bash PM's.

jon javellana (9/29/2005 5:51:03 PM): Para saki, wala breeding mga taga la salle
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 5:51:40 PM): likewise
jon javellana (9/29/2005 6:44:46 PM): FEU WON YEAH!!!
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:44:49 PM): I KNOW!
jon javellana (9/29/2005 6:44:57 PM): PIKON TLGA MGA LASALLE
jon javellana (9/29/2005 6:45:05 PM): mahilig sa mga cheap shots!

my conversation with Jon was the perfect example of how atenistas reacted towards the game.

And a perfect example of how La Sallites reacted was with my conversation with Jake Ejercito.

jake ejercito (9/29/2005 6:47:39 PM): whatever
jake ejercito (9/29/2005 6:47:39 PM): at least nasa finals
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:47:46 PM): hala. haha
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:47:49 PM): see? sore losers
jake ejercito (9/29/2005 6:47:58 PM): at least nasa finals
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:48:03 PM): there you go. Pati manager ng la salle, na pikon. binatukan ba naman si MVP haha
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:48:09 PM): whatever, jake.
jake ejercito (9/29/2005 6:48:20 PM): san na ba ateneo?
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:48:29 PM): oh shut it.
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:48:31 PM): haha
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:48:34 PM): FEU parin
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:48:37 PM): admu over feu
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:48:40 PM): but feu over la salle
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:48:44 PM): anything over La Salle
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:48:49 PM): kahit UST pa yan, potek
jake ejercito (9/29/2005 6:49:35 PM): wait, nasan nga ateneo?
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:49:50 PM): fighting for 3rd pa
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:49:54 PM): tenorio isn't playing
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:50:04 PM): grr. he refuses to play if it's not for the championship
jake ejercito (9/29/2005 6:50:09 PM): 3rd? AHAHA!
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:50:17 PM): I don't care. FEU haha
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:50:25 PM): pati manager, ANU BA YAN?
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:50:30 PM): walang breeding
jake ejercito (9/29/2005 6:51:13 PM): at least we got smart players. players who dont need tutorials.
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:51:38 PM): is that right? so FEU just happened to outsmart your basketball players with their side steps?
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:52:00 PM): give it a rest, I did when you didn't stop teasing about ateneo
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:52:23 PM): just... admit that FEU is better than la salle
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:52:25 PM): LA SALLE SUPOT
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:52:28 PM): bading, potek
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:52:37 PM): and we have better looking students. haha
jake ejercito (9/29/2005 6:55:59 PM): i was talking about ateneo
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:56:09 PM): I know
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:56:18 PM): Atenistas are better looking than Lasallites
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:56:20 PM): by far, man.
jake ejercito (9/29/2005 6:56:31 PM): sure
jake ejercito (9/29/2005 6:56:34 PM): tenorio? AHAHA
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:56:46 PM): Oh the Lord never gave him a chance. haha
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:56:51 PM): but Yeo? Man, ang panget.
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:57:04 PM): Tenorio over him. Kahit Membrere pa. haha
jake ejercito (9/29/2005 6:57:22 PM): have your eyes checked
jake ejercito (9/29/2005 6:57:30 PM): ima watch oth now
rock_es01 (9/29/2005 6:57:32 PM): have mine? have yours.
CUT.

Ha, ha. Those are just portions of my conversations with the two bastards.

Anyways, I agree with Jon, soreh Jake :P

(Brain - for ateneo - just messaged me right now, and chris - la salle - just did, too. haha. Mga lalaki talaga oh. They need their ego boosts :P)
**

I'm sick. I have been for the past couple of days now. Yes, days of endless coughing, sniffing, and spontaneous faints (I'm doing my seatworks or having debates and then I'll suddenly fall drop dead on the floor - or at my seatmates, rather)

Yesterday, during Filipino Class, I fainted on Ana's lap. According to witnesses - whom I saw earlier today - I was out for a good 5 minutes. I was doing my Seatwork regarding Florante at Laura when I had an urge to cough endlessy. When I did, blood came out. I freaked out and started to panic and pretty soon, I couldn't catch my breath. After I woke up, things were a blur and everybody was looking at me. Creepy! But what really bothers me, is that for most of the time, I'm ok, and there's just this freaky moment when I feel like I'm no longer in control.

After the incident, my friends - Migs, Hector, Cha, Rhod, Dave, Ana, Nika, Mawy, and Reena - took me out to eat at Dec's. I was ok from then - or so I thought.

During Lunch today, I had the best time. Me and My girls (without Rochelle. Ina mo, wesley. Don't steal my bitch. Haha. Pinagpapalit na ako sa boyplen. Bwisit. Gagoow) had lunch downstairs when we saw Carl (with matching "CARL, curl, CIRL, CORL, Scratch it!" in the background. Props to Nika and Mawy for the sound effects). We called him to our table and asked him what the name of his cute friend was - it was Gev. I was so hyper and so psyched to have gotten a photo of 'em in mawy's phone. After the pictorial (oo, ganun kadami pics), Carl wanted to introduce me to Gev so he told me to stay, but lo and behold, Sir Bogs was on his way to our classroom. Since I'm charming like that, I talked him into letting me stay with the College Students. Pretty Soon, Dave called us and said that Sir Bogs was already looking for us - Party Pooper. So when we got to the classroom, sir discussed the mechanics of the debate. While I was going over my arguement, I had a sudden urge to cough. Pretty soon, I was coughing blood once more. Mawy and Reena brought me to the clinic and I stayed there for awhile. But since I wanted to participate in the debate, I begged the nurse to allow me to go up. When we finally persuaded her and got up to the classroom, I fainted - on mawy this time. By-standers said I passed out longer than the previous day - it was 10 minutes. Ironic though, cause after that, I was ok again.

And it's a series of days like this. Can you say what the fuck?
Let's all hope I get better soon.

Adios!

2005-09-26T04:03:00.000-07:00

Nobody is crazy, their reality is just different from yours

And true to that! Normality is nothing, for in fact, it is only another term for the Majority. Through my endless pondering over seemingly, mind-boggling nothingness, I have concluded that there is no such psychosis; Everybody sees everything else differently - Hence, the white, the black, and the gray. If everybody else thought like me, or saw things from my perspective, I wouldn't be considered weird. And if, by any fate, no one thought like those senseless ignoramuses, everyone you would meet and talk to would actually be worth meeting and worth talking to. Because, in my most blunt opinion, those who follow Paris Hilton's (idea of a) intellectually stimulating conversation, or lack thereof, is simply not worth wasting time for.

I once read a book which included the story of a King and Queen whose whole kingdom was respectable. Until one day, the people started drinking water from a well which tampers with the way you think. Pretty soon, everybody, except for the king and queen, was no longer in their normal behavious, their original state-of-mind. And since they all thought differently from their rulers, they have decided that the king is incompetent to govern their nation. Since the Poor King (what? haha. ironic. I mean't poor figuratively though) wanted to continue his reign, the only way he could have thought like his subordinates, was if he, himself, drank from that horrible well. The cliche' "If you can't beat 'em, Join 'em!" very much applies - off the record, I don't support that saying.

But did you see? 'Tis when the majority changed did the normality change as well. Their original normality became the ABnormality when everybody else started to think opposite of their most obvious choice. I'm talking in circles, I know. Blaah.

All I'm trying to say is everybody is different. I'm glad I am who I am. People ask me why I'm like this, and I just smile and give them a puzzled look. Because inside of me, I'm wondering why they're different.

I'm not crazy, my reality is just different from yours.

Think about that, okay? Adios readers!

**

GROUP MESSAGE from NIKA :D What is a kiss? It's an UPPER PREPARATION for a LOWER INVASION that will lead to FURTHER PENETRATION with FAST ACCELERATION that will create the NEXT GENERATION ö haha ü GAGOOOW ö KINAKAGULYOW!

2005-09-20T04:00:00.000-07:00

Just questions. I didn't answer all since they were too many. I haven't checked the email for my question box in a LONG time. :D

question: what age did you start smoking? mahn, you're so young.
*I started smoking really young - REALLY young. Then I quit smoking for sometime. I jus started smoking this summer again.

question: would you rather have a cold drink on a hot day, or a hot drink on a cold day?
*Wait, I answered this question on a survey. HAHA. Galing. Palakpak. Hot drink on a cold day :D

question: how old is your boyfriend?
*I don't have a boyfriend, anymore.

question: Do you have sun cellular?
*Yeehees. Sorry to have been a part of the fad ((: It's convenient eh.

question: hElLllLoOoOo?!?! eSSyyy!!!
*Hala. haha. Who's this? Do I know you? I don't know anyone who types LiKe THis EhHh. Sowreh :D

question: name/question
*uh. Galeng mo, pareh. Apir tayo (:

question: kilala mo ba si saab magalona? as in kilala ka din niya?
*Yep. Her sister and my sister are "partners" daw - ewan. Basta magkakilala kami. Yun na yun.

question: eh si frank? kilala mo? naguusap ba kayo?
*Yeah, I know Frank as well. No, I talk to Saab a lot more.

question: ESSA! NAKITA MO NA BA YUNG PROMO PICS NI CHO CHANG? ANG PANGET. AMFUU!
*Yup, I just saw it last Sunday. She looks bad, doesn't she? They could've done so much better. Kung alam ko lang na pede mukhang pinay dun... wala. HA, HA. Kiddin' (;

question: do you still open your other accounts in friendster? I made you a testimonioal and you still haven't accepted it. behd ka es.
*I approved it na. :D Thanks for the testimonial, man.

question: ders nly 1 thing i cn tel u aftr readin ur post about ur favorite buks n muvies. u wer born in d wrong gen. hehe.
*YYYEEEEESSSSSSS, I KNOOWW. shiat. Ha, ha. Everyone keeps telling me that :D

question: crush
*Okay. Ha, ha. Kung ano man yan. Kunwari nalang na-gets kita.

question: name/question
*Isa ka pa. Naknampoots ka. Haha.

question: palagi ka ba asa promenade? palagi kita nakikita dun pag friday ng hapon mga 3 at gabi mga hanggang 12. tska plagi ka ba asa yero shang eastwud n podium? sorry kung makulet. palagi ka kasi namin nakikita eh. hehe.
*Yep. He, he. I'm always at promenade :D I'm there everyday. Kahit sandali lang, I always drop by. I'm also always at Shang cause I get free stuff from my uncle when I'm there :D In Yero, not as much as I used to but I still go there. In eastwood, I'm always there din. I like their movie theater eh (:

question: crush ka ng kapatid ko. hashtieeeg
*Hashtieeeg? Ang labo. haha. Crush ko din kapatid mo. haha.

question: sino worst hangover mo?
* #*does that bea carlos expression* ay, ay... Ay. Haha Nyerk. (nakuha ba?)

question: you get to go to bars na? ang bata mo pa ah!
*Yeeep.

question: uy, kilig na sha. alam mo na yun. gaga. promenade at ang mga boys mong kaleyj :D
*bruhaaaa :D INAMO, gaga. HAHAAH. Onga ang mga boys kong kahleyds ((: KILIG TALAGA. inggit ka?

question: palink? I sent the url to your email.
*Okay. Tomorrow, okay? Okay.

question: nagkacrush ka na sa ticher? ku din :D heehehehe. Bat naman kasi napakagwapo at bata at astig pa ng mga profs ngayon eh noh?
*Onga eh. PHUCKERS. haha. May mga teacher sa ob, 22-23 sila. HAHA. Ang a-astig. SHIIAT. kainlab. haha. pero di ko ca-careerin yun noh. Ano ka ba? Teachers yun. I just admire them. And true to that, there are a LOT of young and good-looking teachers these days. What is wrong with the world? I'm not complaining though :D Yanny Yuzon, Yael Yuzon's brother; the guy who played the dude playing Romeo on the Gemini music video, is a teacher at the Ateneo. Now isn't that just tempting? (; Na wa-poise ako sa tanong mo, tol. haha.

question: preety =)
*Steady ka lang. Na misspell ka pa tuloy. Baka PreTTy :D

TRIVIA: Do you know that misspell is one of the the most wrongly used and misspelled words in the world? Ironic :D

**

Okay, I'm too lazy to answer all the others. (: Just check my Multiply for the other questions. I'll most likely just answer the questions there (:

Oh yes! by the way, I PROMISE TO UPLOAD PHOTOS OF THE ACQUAINTANCE PARTY AND MIRIENDA BUFFET TOMORROW. haha. PROMISE. Wag lang ngayon, I'm still pretty tired from today's exhibit. SHIAT.

In contrast to my very bad week, today has been very good. Oh, I'm loving every part of it :D

Hiningi nung gwapong KAHLEYDS guy yung name and number ko. Sabi ko, I can give my name but not my number. Nambitin. HAHAHA.

Funny how the smallest things can brighten up your day.

Oh and I finally got my COLLAGE! Photos of it soon :D Loves it.

Fuck you,

2005-09-18T04:38:00.000-07:00

HOLY MOTHER OF GAA.

Have you seen Cho Chang? I just saw her promo pics and I must say, they could've done SO much better.

Cho Chang1
Cho Chang2
Cho Chang3
Cho Chang4

I'm annoyed. Gah.

PLUGS:
Ahlekz, bitter fever.

2005-09-17T09:33:00.000-07:00

I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always.
As long as I'm living,
My baby you'll be.
- Love you forever. Aww <3

**

I love, love, love, love, love my girls :D

MAAAN, You guys are so the coolest. With no avail, you always put a smile on my face. EEK. Drama. HAHA.

Shiatness. I love this day.

Cheerleaders retreat earlier today. I'm glad we got that off of our backs girls (and boosters). We really needed that time. And I'm glad to say that, it has made our bond so much stronger. After the so-called retreat, Kit and I headed to Galleria to buy gifts for the baby shower we were attending. We got books; Aww Love you forever :D When we got back, we changed clothes and then had dinner. Maria and Bea joined us shortly after and Kit and I had once more, eaten our hearts out (in other words: TAKAW, bebeh.) After doing so, we immediately rushed to the pool to do 4 corners (oh ano? di nyo alam yun noh? di kayo maka-relate. HAHA. bute nga. GAGOOOOWW). 'Twas such a beautiful night - the skies ignited a 4 corner moon. Kit had to leave after 4 corners. Erickson and Mackoy arrived at around 11 and then we had Yellow Cab (oo, kumain nanaman kami).

But lo and behold, as always, I had to go at 12:30 (fuckers). I know, It's what you get for failing, dumbass. GAAH. Slutness.

This past week has been a mixture of how I feel right now. I'm recovering from a break-up and so is my bestfriend. A lot has been on our backs now. Hopefully, we get passed this unharmed; unmarred.

2005-09-11T03:52:00.000-07:00

GO PACQUIAO :D Wee, 6 rounds and then K.O. ? HAH, lupet.

GO ATENEO :D ha, ha! FEU SUPOT. 69-66. TENORIO, I love yooooouu <33

2005-09-09T07:14:00.000-07:00

Cheering and drinking are a GOOD combination. Aww, although I developed a migraine, whatever. I said it once, I'll say it again, Cheering with my girls is always fun. And the boosters are just amazing. Love you guys (;

NA HOLD-UP SI MIGS KANINA. Potangina niyo, di na kayo naawa. FUCKERS.

MMM, Vodka and Gin and Tonic in HEAVEN after cheering practice (: Shucks, I miss you already. Cheering today was fun, although tuts and tuts couldn't make it. It started at 10, I think. Yeah, I was late. I'm being such a boowhore. I got there at 12:30p, YES, I was that late, give me a break. When I got there, JC, Mike, and Tim were the only boosters there. Alain arrived at 2 and Agmon arrived at 1. Migs texted JC saying "PARE, PUNTAHAN MO AKO DITO, MAGISA LANG AKO. BILIS." at around 1:30, so JC left for awhile... When we got back, Migs was super somber and JC had sore knuckles. Why, you ask? Well what else, he helped Migs get away from those imbeciles. Knuckleheads (literally). When everybody calmed down, Cheering started (By the way, my body so hurts. Yowcha)

Practice ended at 7 and then it was Party On for us losers :D We started drinking soon after we pushed each other in the pool (It was freezing! Man, we were soaking wet). It was fun but of course, the fun had to end for me at 9:30; I had to meet up with some people in Metrowalk. When only Jorge M. showed up, we decided to just get starbucks and look at some DVDs.

Come 10, I decided to get out from all of the outside world and just get lost in my little world as I indulge myself in my book, my dvd, and my computer (all at the same time.) When I got online, BogsCha, messaged me telling me to visit his friendster profile. I, being the idiotic LOSER with nothing to do, that I am, did check. What I saw, the look of shock on my face, and the idiotic response of my brain will forever haunt me in my nightmares. BOGSCHA, YOU LOSER, I LOVE YOU FOR LIFE. haha (:

SHIAT, I AM HAVING ONE OF MY BOOKS AND MOVIE CRAZES.

Do you know what that means? CD and BOOK shopping nanaman ito. GAME, UBUSAN NA NG PERA.

MOVIES that I am so dying to see! (some, I have already seen and just want to watch again.) (I'll place asterisks on those I have a dvd and a book of :P)And also, I will write the author of the novel of those that became movies.

Pulp Fiction (1994)
A clockwork orange (1971) - Anthony Burgess
Traffic (2000)*
The Shawshank Redemption (1994) - Stephen King
The Nightmare before Christmas (1993)*
Hotel Rwanda (2004)*
Schindler's List (1993)*
Dr. Strangelove (1964)- Peter George
City of God (2002) - Paulo Lins
Amores Perros (2000)
Edward Scissorhands (1990)
Reservoir Dogs (1992)
The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly (1966)

I am SO weird. I have issues :/

Damn, dad caught my cigarettes. How, you ask? He went through my things. YES, he did! By law, that's actually a crime. Oh shit, my father is a convict. Man, what was he doing - no let me rephrase, WHAT WAS HE THINKING? oh that big mother fucker. All I can say is THANK YOU to my brother (:

We made up some stupid alibi and my father, being the old and gullible man that he is, fell for it. I LOVE YOU ALEX JOSEF MARTINEZ PAMANDANAN.

To tell you the truth, I had doubts about posting this since I know some people who don't know that I smoke - obviously - and who will not support it visit this blog. But what the fuck, right? It's my blog.

I know I keep on ranting about how I hate ALL hiphop songs buth then I have come to terms with one thing, WESTSIDE BY TQ IS A SONG THAT HAS FOREVER STAYED WITH ME. I started loving that song during my hiphop days and then when one day I just snapped and decided that hiphop was pointless and that rock and alternative were now the music to my tears. But I will honestly say that I cannot hate this song. Too many memories (:

I'm currently listening to Baby One More Time by TRAVIS. The Acoustic Version is beautiful... simply beautiful. It's on rotation right now and next on the list is westside by tq, followed by melt with you by my husband, so on...

Rock Steady, Everyone!
Love ya'll!
You know you love me,

2005-09-04T04:38:00.000-07:00

Rongie, Paula, Laura, Trisha, Moti, and Isa (is that how you spell your name, dear?) are always good proxies for my barkada.

MMM. Much kwento later (:

2005-09-02T07:22:00.000-07:00

My sister is a LOSER :D

Ha, ha, ha. You know I love you :P

Padumpdump.

The boy and I are through. FUCK YOU.

On the plus side, this day WOULD have epitomized FUN :D Aw, I love fridays! Gimmick nights. Rigadig, baby.

DARN IT, I can't think right now. Go figure.

EDIT

You are my worst hangover.

This, by far, has been the worst hangover I can imagine. I got home at around 2 last night and went online until about 3. I was too lazy to change out of my now ruined FCUK purple top and my favorite black denims, so I slept in them. Yes, imagine drinking Vodka Absolute, Tequila, Lambanog, and Red Horse in one night and you'll see why I had the hardest time changing and, not to mention, getting up this morning. I must have waken up 5 times before eventually getting up (I did this because I had to throw up. My stomach still hurts, I haven't had my breakfast yet, or rather, lunch)

Because of my bad habbit of drinking too much, I had to skip cheering practice since I could barely have stood up, instead I slept at Mig's car. When I woke up, they were drinking Vodka again, and I, being the crazy girl that I am, joined in. Since it was just vodka, it didn't worsten my case.

But let me tell you what happened before that, the boy, and I were supposed to meet up in Yero. He said that we'd meet each other at Porkchibeef at 9-930. Since he just sneaked out, he said he might be a little late and if he wasn't there by 9:30, I should just go home. When I was about to leave, since it was already 9:30 and he still hasn't arrived, he texted me saying "I'm on my way, please wait a few more minutes". And I, being in such a good mood, decided to give the guy a break.

When he arrived at 10, we were supposed to go to Yero when he suddenly recieves a call and says "Essa, sorry I have to go. I'll be back later, at around 11" this time, I got mad. Imagine, he asked me to wait for him for an hour and then suddenly, 5 minutes, after he got here, HE PLANS TO LEAVES ME IN A BAR WITH ALL OF HIS GUY FRIENDS. To make matters worse, he says "your not allowed to bring electronics to school, right? Here, borrow mine first" and then hands me his ipod! (ABA, talagang ipaghihintay ako ng GAGO). I, enraged with what he just did, threw his ipod (sa kotse naman, nahiya ako sirain eh, I threw it in the backseat of his car) Guess what the idiot's next move was? He got in his car and said "just wait, ok?" and then leaves. Man, we are so OVER. Wala kang respeto sa babe POTANGINA MO.

Earlier that night was fun though, partypeople and I ate at dencios and went dancing!

Chain-smoking is B-A-D. You should stop that habbit, es. I don't know, it just seems like every time I inhale poisonous smoke and let them inhabit my lungs (for that short moment that they are there), a weight is being lift off of my shoulders. Man, I looked like a muffler of a pick-up truck last night.

Oh yes, Happy birthday Lilly! I love you :D

2005-08-30T06:51:00.000-07:00

EDITED VERSION

Chitter Chatter

Currently thinking about Sadism Masochism. I have no idea why but these have been my latest craze's. I've been so inlove with Philia's and Biographies of odd people (P Diana, Count Dracul, Adolf Hitler, etc.) This here is the effect of having Ate Blu as my sister. :D

I always have fun talking to my buddies! WDL, TG, ADS, NS, RO, RV, NC, I so had the best time talking to you guys. Funny how the most senseless conversations are usually the one's worth remembering (:

Oh and thank you also to RL & JJ who gave me the most genuine laugh I've had in ages! You guys make me smile - truly.

Guess what? Ranz came all out with me, he truly is madly and deeply inlove with Reena. Aw, such a sweet couple (; You guys are the one to envy, you're undeniably perfect for each other <3 Beautiful how you guys have so much love to give, and you give it to each other. MAN, I'm such a romantic, I can feel my heart swollen up.

Xaverians are LUCKY, do you know why? Because after getting a 4-day weekend, they're gonna get a 3-day weekend; that's right, they have no classes on Friday. Sheesh. But it's alright, because it's card week for them. Aww, you guys are so gonna get in for.

On a lighter note, the Swap Meet is tomorrow! Wee, so fun. I don't know why, but I always enjoy our annual Swap Meet. Maybe I like it because I like interacting with people - or maybe because it's a free cut. Yeah, as much as I want to say it's because of my first reason, it's not; it's because it's a free cut. Oh silly me.

Them Xaverians are asking if we want to go out on Friday. But I have cheering practice! Now shall I cut cheering? or shall I pass up an oppurtunity to nag them weirdos once more? I think I'll go with the latter. I'm sorry, best.

Some information I got from my sister's blog. Oh how totally cool :D

1.Mosquito repellents don't repel. They hide you. The spray blocks the mosquito's sensors so they don't know you're there.
2.Dentists have recommended that a toothbrush be kept at least 6 feet away from a toilet to avoid airborne particles resultingfrom the flush.
3.No piece of paper can be folded in half more than 7 times.
4.Donkeys kill more people annually than plane crashes.
5.You burn more calories sleeping than you do watching television.
6.Oak trees do not produce acorns until they are fifty years of age or older.
7.The king of hearts is the only king without a mustache.
8.American Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987 by eliminating 1 olive from each salad served in first-class.
9.Venus is the only planet that rotates clockwise.
10.Apples, not caffeine, are more efficient at waking you up in the morning.
11.The plastic things on the end of shoelaces are called aglets.
12.Most dust particles in your house are made from dead skin.
13.The first owner of the Marlboro Company died of lung cancer.
14.Michael Jordan makes more money from Nike annually than all of the Nike factory workers in Malaysia combined.
15.Marilyn Monroe had six toes.
16.All US Presidents have worn glasses. Some just didn't like being seen wearing them in public.
17.Walter Disney was afraid of mice.
18.Pearls melt in vinegar.
19.The three most valuable brand names on earth: Marlboro, Coca-Cola,and Budweiser, in that order.
20.It is possible to lead a cow upstairs...but not downstairs.
21.A duck's quack doesn't echo and no one knows why.
22.The reason firehouses have circular stairways is from the days when the engines were pulled by horses. The horses were stabled on the ground floor and figured out how to walk up straight staircases.
23.Turtles can breathe through their butts
24.Butterflies taste with their feet.
25.On average, 100 people choke to death on ball-point pens every year.
26.On average people fear spiders more than they do death.
27.Ninety percent of New York City cabbies are recently arrived immigrants.
28Elephants are the only animals that can't jump.
29.Women blink nearly twice as much as men.
30.It's physically impossible for you to lick your elbow.
31.No word in the English language rhymes with "MONTH."
Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our nose and ears never stop growing.
32.The electric chair was invented by a dentist.
33.All polar bears are left handed.
34.An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.
35.TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made using the letters only on one row of the keyboard.
36. "Go," is the shortest complete sentence in the English language.
37.A crocodile cannot stick its tongue out.
38.The cigarette lighter was invented before the match.
39.Almost everyone who reads this email will try to lick their elbow.

So you thought you knew, eh? Now you do! (:

I'm back and publishing this final draft. You'll know anyways if it's published, I'm a wordy person. I don't get straight to the point, there is always a point of reference; I always have to elaborate. I think it's a sickness.

ELEVEN MINUTES IS SUCH A GOOD BOOK :D but I like The Rule of Four better <3

moi, to that. Kinakagulyow na books (did i use that correctly, sis?)

2005-08-29T05:31:00.000-07:00

Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones, and I will try to fix you

Loves it. (I'm sorry to have been a victim of the contasgious "Loves it" started by Nicole Ritchie; yes, not Paris Hilton)

You all know how much I love The OC, right? but, despite my love for the show (seth&sumer), I still ge ticked everytime they show Marissa's (Micha Barton) face on tv (maybe it's because I think she's UGLY and the fact that she's filming a movie with my Hayden Christensen just makes me hate her even more). And plus, I also hate the fact that a lot of the good songs get played only when Ryan and Marissa are witnessing something terrible. MAAAN, does everything have to center around those two doofus'? Whatever - I don't know.

I have no idea why, but I'm more inlove with the comic reliefs and the sidekicks in these kinds of shows and films. Peyton (although some say she's the lead; I think she was in the first season and then it became Brooke during the second season) and Nathan; Seth and Summer; Missy in Bring it On; etc. Maybe cause when you're the lead, there's too much ego.

Moving on, Cheering Practice with my girls is always good :D

Have you ever gone through something that you never really were supposed to? Like somehow, in some twisted way, you got tangled up in a spider web that's beyond your reach? Well, I got into something similar to that a few days ago. And just moments ago, we had to face the consequences. As you all probably know, my bestfriend, and myself, along with everyone else in our posse` are the batch leaders for the "Sophomores". We handle everything, and, not to be boastful, we do our job quite well. For example, last year, we, freshmen then, won 2nd place at the Cheering Competition for our Intramurals, and often, a student from our batch represents the entire school. But what happens when friendship and extra-curricular activites collide? What happens when they get messed up?

You see, as Cheerleaders, we need to think of what's best for the squad. We should never ever put anyone on the squad just because they're our friends - and we did just that. But once we saw how hard she was pulling us down, we decided to straighten the rules out and become more strict. We removed all of the new cheerdancers and only accepted 3 - not including our friend. At first, we didn't know how to tell her because that certain friend has a attitude problem. I mean seriously, she really has an anger problem. It was really very difficult to say no to her. But we had to do it sometime, right? And the sooner, the better. Because if we prolonged the wait of telling her, we were lying to her as well.

So we called her up after cheering practice, we talked to her. She said it was ok, but on the other hand, she always says it's okay and when you turn your back, she'll put a knife in it. RIGHT DOWN THE BACK. And she'll do it repeatedly just to make sure that the throbbing pain is wild and intoxicating. She stabs you to death.

Now, we don't know how to act with her. Can anybody offer advice? I need a hug.

Jhay-be, I love you dear. We all do - really. Don't take it against us, alright? we can't handle that - we just can't. You have that effect on us.

**

By the way, there's an essa in the tagboard that's not me. You'll know it isn't me anyways because of my trademark smiley. (I posted as the last two "essas")

EHEM, new word I got from Dino Pastrano, KINAKAGULYOOOOWW :D

2005-08-26T06:08:00.000-07:00

First and foremost, Happy Birthday to Jon Javellana :D (His birthday is tomorrow, Saturday, 27 Aug.)

I used to carry the weight of the world and now all I wanna do is spread my wings and fly.

- can't exactly say that yet, although I must admit, I am dying to.

Happy birthday, Jon. Happy Birthday, Jon. Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday Jon! Thank you, Jon & Jules, Carlo & Anton, and 2-A-ers for the interestingly fun day today. I owe you guys a shitload.

Today, We only had 2 classes (well, with teachers present, that is!). It was F-U-N-K-I-N-K -F-U-N-K. Of course, just because there were no teachers present didn't mean that we'd create a commotion. I, being the bitch of a mayor that I am (and apparently, it's effective), will not allow such disgrace to befall our class. After saying our graces and discussing the headlines of the news, RN, our Math and next period teacher for that time, came inside the classroom to give us a quiz. Lo and behold, I got a passing grade! Anyways, moving on, After Math was History (where by the way, our cool teacher, BD, was wearing a GORGEOUS POLO from GAP; it said "Funk, All stars" at the back and "Legendary" in front. Now how super cool is that? And a SUPER COOL WRIST BAND HE GOT IN MALATE - yes, I asked were he got it). For history, we had a drill sheet where everyone OBVIOUSLY cheated - tip given by the Vice mayor, my Muder, ADS; she screamed "MU, answer sa number 5 Hsiao Ping! Yun nakasulat sa paper ni Nika!" in front of our professor and the whole 2-A. BD, simply said "PALAKPAK. ANG GALING NI ADS". Ha, ha! He obviously remembers what it's like to be in High. (:

After History Class, there were no teachers for the rest of the day! Of course, we were given a shitload of seatworks to do, but hey! We finished it in a flash, anyways. I ruled with a iron fist during the later periods of class but during the last few minutes, I loosened a LOT. By the last 5 minutes of class (after evaluation) everyone was JAMMING! Yes, we love to do that. Music is the highest art form - if you ask 2-A.

After classes, MC, HC, MDG, CG, CS, NC, ADS, DA, and I went to MC's loft. We got cleaned up and left all of our school bags there and headed to Promenade! Ah, our humble abode. We had our usual routine; mud slides, cappuccino's, light food, etc, etc. Then had our photographs taken for our class scrap book. After about an hour, JJ followed. Oh and before I forget, ADS likes CT who likes me. Oh what a mess this is! MAN, I'm not interested. Anyways, ADS, was being fucking desperate awhile ago since she was snogging a bunch of guys for 500 pesos. That's basically being a "Prostitute", right? I mean, if I didn't understand ADS, I'd be ashamed of her. I'd be ashamed of being her friend, but since I can grow past that, I'm gonna let it slip.

Moving on, JY followed at around 4:30post and we ate at CPK (Ohyeah, Califrnia Pizza Kitchen is the shit). After spiking our drinks, thanks to me (I was the only one they sold liquor to! They didn't believe that MDG, and even NC were old enough to drink. Ha, ha. In a way, I got insulted. Was she saying that I looked old? Oh screw her, mother fucker), we lit some cigs up and once again filled our lungs with useless smoke - which we like to call our "Stress Reliever". Obviously, not the whole company we were with knew that the majority of us smoked, so a lot of shocked faces emerged from those wasted, drunken faces. It was actually pretty funny, since we all hated each other at first, and now, we're thick as thieves. A perfect example of the saying "First Impressions NEVER last" - Kudos to that.

At around 6, our phones started to ring non-stop. The cheerleaders were furious we weren't at practice and training yet - oh screw this. So we immediately rushed to Eisenhower to see them practicing the resurrection and the basket toss, how inspiring (sarcastic!). When we realized we weren't needed, we invited JJ and MDG to come and watch practice. When they finally arrived, we ended up smoking once more and buying vodka. After purchasing our much needed, JJ, MC, CS, and I headed up to MC's loft where JY followed minutes after. We had a couple of poisoning of lungs and yummy shots when my brother said he's going to pick me up since I needed to accompany my sister and her friend in Metrowalk.

After many Goodbyes, I finally got up off of my Lazy and lethargic ass and headed home with brother dearest where CC and BT hitched a ride with us. We dropped them off at Promenade then headed home so that I could change (I stunk of Cheerleaders' sweat, Nicotine, and Alcohol - not the best combo in the world). When I got home, I immediately changed and headed to Metrowalk with sister dearest and MS, an old old old old old friend (: In metrowalk, we saw Willy (Yes, Jeanette's Willy; the one with the really weird hair before), who is expecting his first child with his girlfriend(?) of the moment.

After doing the usual in Metrowalk, we decided that we no longer have anything left to do there so we should just admit the fact that we're all getting old and losers and go home - we did. (OH, 11:11 RIGHT NOW! MAKE A WISH! :p)

Now, here I am, still in the clothes I wore in metrowalk, infront of the Damn PC, blogging about a day that will soon be long forgotten. Oh, what has the world become?

Photos to be uploaded soon, I'm too fucking lazy to upload. MM. Also soon to come, is random photos from cheering practice, outings, etc.

**

By the way, to my readers, if you want to know what is happening with the Male Juniors & Male Seniors and the Female Juniors & Female Sophomores, you go to a fucking gossip mill. You won't hear it from me (: It's confidential.

I think - or if not, HOPE - that Blanche and I have settled everything, right? Blanche is sweet. I like her (:

Though I will give my honest opinion: You guys are too SHALLOW it's ridiculous. MAHIYA NAMAN KAYO. ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Pero PUNYETA JAMVEE, INAAAAAA MO, AKALA MO ANG GALING GALING MO. BATUHIN KAYA KITA NG DICTIONARY SA MUKHA? GAGA. TSAKA YANG MATA MONG MALAKI, HAH. BAKA TUSUKIN KO YAN NG FORK MAG DAHAN DAHAN KA DYAN.

Thank you (:

2005-08-23T06:11:00.000-07:00

I once watched a movie that had the theme "The Greatest thing one can ever learn is just to love and be loved in return" Moulin Rouge - a movie that impressed a lot of people. I could say that for awhile, I believed that that was the greatest thing - until I met B - no, this is not a shortcut for Baby. After meeting this person, certain events that followed have compelled me to ponder on things that are happening in my life right now. Both good and bad. I've come to realize that the greatest thing is not to love and be loved in return but instead, it is to love and not get anything in return. Do I sound like a martyr? Well, if that is true, then so be it - I am a martyr.

This morning, I wasn't able to talk to a peron dear to me after a series of days that we talked. I couldn't stay put. I felt incomplete. That's when I realized I already missed him. We talked the night before, and the days previous of that, yet I missed him unconditionally. I missed the way his eyebrows frow everytime he hears an unusual thing. I missed the way his laugh was so contagious. It was the laughter that kept me alive & happy. I missed the way we're so alike yet so different. I missed the way I'm so comfortable with him and vice versa. But most of all, I just missed being able to see him. But you know what, I can't demand that I get to spend every waking moment with B. I know that.

And I also know that when the time comes... when he finds his special someone; when he no longer needs his "meantime girl", I'm going to have to let go. Somebody else will get to see his "little mannerisms". And somebody else will hear his contagious laugh and laugh with him. That will be a hard transition for me, it will. But none the less, I will let go. For a person in love will always think of her significant other first. And that's what I am - a person in love.

"The greatest thing one can ever learn is just to love and be loved in return" - I beg to differ! "The greatest thing one could ever learn is to love without expecting anything in return." That's better....

Adios, readers!

2005-08-20T08:07:00.000-07:00

Mistakes should only hurt those who make them. Not others. That is, by far, the worst of all mistakes.

I'm sorry I hurt you, I didn't mean to. If I had known that I had that much effect on you - or other people, I would have probably ignored and thrown it. A friendship is now ruined on my behalf. Something so beautiful has been marred and lost to destruction and corruption because of MY mistake. How naive of me. How stupid of me. Slash my wrists now, please.

Never again.

I want you to forgive me, but I don't deserve it. I want to make things better and ok, but I know I can't. I want to go back to the way things were, but I know I shouldn't. I want to take everything back, but I know that it's not possible.

It's all up to you know.

EDITED ON AUGUST. 22

Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolow was so gross. HAHA, pigsty :P

TITO VIC IS GOING TO GIVE ME A POSTER OF COLUMBIA - a poster that is a collage of all the "Golden Globe: Best Movie of the Year Award" for a decade (:

Can you say HELL YEAH? I'll post a photo of it soon ;p

2005-08-16T01:50:00.000-07:00

The History exam this morning killed me. Screw you, BD. (;

Somebody resuscitate me now. Yay!

I'm loving my new Mr. A-Z cd. It certainly has a new twist to it. In a way, it's still the old Jason Mraz we all know and love, with a twist of new flavor. Just the way I like it. Looks like he's going to beat the sophomore slump after all.

Me, like.

By the way, Ivy rocks hardest since she scored a hott photograph of a certain JAB.

Moving on, I went online to blog about the most bittersweet memories I possess.

Have you ever been beside the person you ~~adored~~ loved who you know, in a million years, could and would never reciprocate the feelings you have for them? That is, by far, one of the most painful things one can ever experience.

This year, I wished for contentment. To be happy whether or not the person I want to grow old with will finally coincide with me. I guess in a way, love found it's way back to me. Because once more, here I am, crying my heart out in oblivion. But I no longer want to "kiss a bunch of morons" while waiting for that one special person who'll wake up a heart long afraid to feel; who'll rekindle every dying and dead part of me; who'll purify my heart. No, I won't. Why waste my time?

All of this bitterness was probably caused by my past pain. I've been played, I've been taken for granted, I've been used, whatever. I remember those days... I wanted to kill myself, but I needed to show you that I could move on. I wanted to scream at you, but my respect for you got in the way. I wanted to turn the cheek, but I didn't want to run away. I wanted to loose my mind - which, in a way, I did, but my pride was too high. I wanted to stop writing, but it was the only thing I could confide in. I wanted to leave, but I loved you too much.

Now can you seriously telling me I'm being paranoid? Where do you think I got my url, you silly billy.

My heart is still bruised, broken, torn, and a little shattered from the last uncontented heart it had collided with. Heart on Collision. Great Impact.

Please, if by any fate, I do decide to give my heart to you, be careful with it, it's fragile.

They say that in a relationship there's always someone who loves more...

OH GOD, I HOPE IT ISN'T ME.

I'm looking for love this time sounding hopeful but it's making me cry.
-Mr. Curiosity, Jason Mraz

2005-08-10T09:22:00.000-07:00

As I sit here in front of my Personal Computer, with thoughts swirling about on my brain yet with no way to deliver and articulate, I decided to post my Aunt's speech during my Grandfather's final mass.

"Because we are also what we have lost" (Amores Perros (2000) directed by Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu)

Being the eldest of eight, I was tasked to deliver a short message today, the operative word being "short." Indeed, to have even nine out of the 40 plus family members here speak - Mama, eight children and their partners, 21 grandchildren, two with spouses, and one great grandchild - Papa would rise from his coffin and say "Tama na ang maraming satsat." My role therefore this morning is just to weave all their memories together into a word tapestry, to remember Papa by, and to thank you all before he goes to his final rest.

Remembrances first: His children have variations on one theme in their memory of Papa: he was "strict." No denying it; he was a stern disciplinarian, a stickler for rules, a patriarch circa Old Testament, or at least circa pre-war Philippines. He always had the last say in everything in the family. Whether it was a raise in allowance or attendance in a party, Mama always said, "ask your Papa," and we had to bow to his word.

But his strictness bore no malice or ill will. He believed what he was doing or saying or scolding us about was for our protection, our own good. And as son-in-law Alex put it, he did have a soft spot but had a different way of showing he cared, hindi malambot, and was therefore sometimes misunderstood. Perhaps that was because of the way he was brought up himself, for his own father ruled with an iron hand. Perhaps it was also what fathers were expected to be then, good providers, but also silent, strict, unsentimental, and strong, dispensing a tough love. Perhaps it had to do with his traumatic experiences as a soldier in World War II, where we only belatedly found out, he had saved lives and won a medal of valor, I don't know.

Nevertheless, the standards he expected others to follow, he exacted from himself. He was as strict and disciplined with himself as he was with his children and employees. Far from being born with a silver spoon in his mouth, (in other words, poor and proud of it), he was a self-made, hardworking man. He had a stressful job at his officer, the International Correspondence Schools; yet after work, he could still pitch in at home, repairing the roof, wielding the walis tinting or garden shears, cleaning the car, etc. He even did his own laundry and ironing. Who among the liberated or macho men here do that, I wonder?

Coupled with his strictness was his courage, even fearlessness. My Brother remembers him as invulnerable, a superman. He vent his ire, not caring who or what you were: anyone who did shoddy work, a gun-toting policeman, drivers who cut into his path on the road, or istambays who dared whistle at his young daughters. And as Mama commented at his deathbed, "simaron pa rin ang Papa ninyo hanggang huli," for he raged against old age, a series of strokes, and the irrevocable dying of the light.

Yet it is amusing to know that his grandchildren belie his children's and wife's picture of this strict disciplinarian, this simaron. Often warned by their parents to behave so as not to anger their Lolo, the grandchildren's variations on a theme about their grandfather revolve not on the words "strict" and "disciplinarian" but on the words "funny" and "laugh"! In fact, Huey finds it "pretty hard to believe that he was strict, for he showed a smile every time." Lorie concurs, saying beneath the bluster, he was always ready to laugh and wishes she could hear once again his emphatic "Tang 'na!" when he hears these mushy messages. Jap, perhaps like all the rest, remembers being patiently taught to say that very same Pinoy epithet and being made to sip some beer at the age of 2. Kara and Dani remember how, instead of scolding them after breaking a pot and a wine bottle respectively, he laughed and said it was no big deal. Drei remembers him teaching her to live the way he thought we ought to live; Ida remembers him from his floater and sinker jokes, a kind of humor he unfortunately passed on to some of us (never mind what that's about). Mai remembers him reading a newspaper alone in his favorite Shangri-La; Jill remembers him sitting on a rocking chair, looking intimidating but respectable. Our Singaporeans, Pocholo, Issa, and Manolo found him to be always happy, nice, very active, and funny, making jokes about Singaporean dollars and pesos. He had pet names for some, tofu boy for Huey, Barang for Alessa, and at least two of the more gregarious girls were called Taratitat. Drop appreciates his Lolo who forgot people after his stroke but still remembered his name. Sancho, Chico, Vito, Maxine, Shea and the littlest ones Joaquin and Ally remember the pats on the head, how he laughed, or how he made them laugh and how he took care of them, while youngest grandchild Mickey patted his arm when he was sick, boasting all the while to her father Mike that she was taking care of his father.

Not having grown up with him, his sons and daughters-in-law also have a different take on Papa. My Sol notes how he kept the family together and prepared for their future; Grace's Alex saw his practicality; Surie's Andre, his discipline; Laly's Ketch, his fairness; Gino's Al, his ready smile; Joey's Grace, his dignity and strength as head of the family; and Mike's Rara, who met him only in his very senior years, his childlike innocence - not quite the same picture of the autocrat his own children tend to remember. Perhaps, Vikki's Leo sums it all up for them by saying, in his characteristic Leo Mauricio way, that Papa was his favorite father-in-law.

There is much more that could be said about Papa - his exploits during the war; his work as lawyer and as General Manager of the ICS; his two terms in office as kagawad in Barangay Kapitolyo, Pasig; his work as lay minister. But I will not go into that, again mindful of his "tama na ang satsat."

Instead, I would like to wind down what I had promised would be a short thank you message. First of all, we thank the Lord for making Papa Mama's spouse and thereby producing this big rambunctious noisy heavy eaters of a family of ours. We thank Papa for making us proud that he was one of those who defended the country during the war, and for his forward thinking in the field of Philippine education as a pioneer in distance learning. We thank him, and Mama, for transforming his lifelong job into a modest family business - something that has survived the economic crises that have plagued this country. This business keeps the family bonded, provides some of us with a livelihood and others with a little extra for our needs. We thank him for this legacy, not cash or property, but the means and tools and capacity to work for it in the spirit of not giving us fish but teaching us how to fish. We thank him most of all for his legacy of struggle, hard work, discipline, courage, strength, and stability - we hope we have inherited some of that and can in turn pass them on to our children. Finally, to echo my husband Sol, we thank him for keeping us all together through the inevitable trials and rough spots, an unbroken family in a broken world.

On behalf of the Martinez family, including his surviving brothers Tatay Delfo and Tito Turing and his wife Claire, our cousins, nephews and nieces, I would like to thank you all for being with us in this last despedida for him. While we mourn his loss, we also celebrate his bienvenida in the next life, where he rejoins his parents, sister, two brothers, and His Creator. We celebrate because we know he is not lost to us, for he lives in all 40 something of us, and in all of you whose lives he has touched, "Because, indeed, we are also what we have lost."

Maraming Salamat po sa inyong lahat. Dios po an mabalos sa saindong gabos.
-Paz Verdadez "Doodie" Martinez Santos

Now wasn't that the most beautiful speech ever? Yes, love for English and love for writing runs in the Martinez genes; it's one GOOD legacy.

I'm being such a drag. My mind hurts. High school hates my ass; drama seems to think I'm adorable, otherwise, why wouldn't it stop CHASING me? Thank God I opened my blog once more. It seriously feels like I'm reuniting with an old buddy of mine.

Although, I must say, it has been through hell and back with me. It is the key to all of my memories - both glee & pain. I mean, do I really want to keep a reminder of everything you people made me go through? It seriously feels like the pangs of hurt are immersing it's self deeper in my skin. But on the other hand, it's as if this blog is my best friend. It's the ONE key to my heart. The one thing that can either break me or make me, I just hope it's the latter.

In this kind of world, no one deserves to die. But on the other hand, we never really deserved to live anyways. We're just random souls some lunatic picked out of a box. I'm expanding my horizons, go and let me be.

Oh bestest friends, I just want to thank you for putting up with my very extreme mood swings. I know that we never really were fated to be together... We just happened to be people who coincided with each other.

Could you guys actually be my doppelganger? Hm, Aristotle once said, A friend is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.

I need to get some sleep. When INSOMNIA attacks. I'm toxic. I'm contagious - stay away.

CLASSMASTES have been calling me "WASTED DUCHESS" which in tagalog is "SABOG na DUKESA"

Ok, classmates, I love you and all but... INA NYO. Ha, ha. POTAH.

SOMEBODY DENUDE ME.

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edited on August 14

Just got home from Shang :D

By the way, don't watch dark waters. It's not a good movie. At first, it's sort of like Hide and Seek, but then it gets really.. uhrm. The Longest Yard was GOOOOOOOOOOD. ahh, I love adam sandler XD

Ate Jae, Kuya Jap, and I went to Shang at 4 in the afternoon and ate at WHAM. pota, I love that place. haha. After which, we catched up with daddy and watched Dark Waters and The Longest Yard in Columbia, which's office is now at Shang. AYOS. We're watching Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolow next sunday (: WWEEEE. I love being the niece of the owner of Columbia and Buena Vista here in the Philippines; we have a private, and not to mention advance, viewing and a private and secluded theatre OH, THE PERKS.

Pictures are now up in my multiply. (from the sta. cruzan, ate blu's birthday, et cetera.)

The Chronicles of Narnia is going to be released by Columbia/Buene Vista on Jan. 8. We're watching it on October? WEE.

And oh yeah, ate jae and I raided tower records and the pirated dvd stands of metrowalk yesterday. I wasted 1000 and Ate Jae wasted the same amount. We also raided Powerbooks and spent 1000, too. CAN YOU SAY LIKE HELL?

Loving it.

2005-08-08T01:29:00.000-07:00

I just can't keep away from writing - and this blog.

This blog is up and running once more. Yes, like a child, I just can't stay put (: Of course, I'll be blogging less and my posts and entries will no longer be non-sensical.

My grandfather passed last friday and I just wanted to thank everybody who prayed for him. Jake, partner, thanks for comforting me. You've been great! Halafyu.

Anyways, I've been in his wake everyday since friday and I literally haven't slept. My eyes hurt.

Let me blog back later.

2005-07-29T03:19:00.000-07:00

I am now relieving my blog of all it's history (Yes, I'm using this literally and figuratively)

Seeing as my blog now has so many visitors, I have decided to keep my private life private. For the last 4 years of my blogging existence, I have been scrutinized and misjudged for the way I write. Yes, I can be a bitch; Yes, I swear a fucking lot; Yes, I, too, judge people. But who the hey doesn't? I mean, wrong as it sounds, everybody STEREOTYPES. And besides, I have always been called "the tortured artist" now isn't THAT stereotyping? Blah. Fuck You.

To tell you the truth, I feel like a 70 year old trapped in a 14 year old's body. Yes, effect of stress. Damn it. 2A, FRIENDS, Dio, and YOU, I blame all of you.

Shit, things are falling apart. Every single piece of hope I have is deteriorating right before my eyes. SHIT HAPPENS.

Ok, I'm no Edgar Allan Poe, I don't excel in those "angst-ridden" pieces he makes. Heck, I'm not even good in handling and articulating all the drama. But there is one thing that you can expect me to be GREAT at, and that is being frank. Am I being a hypocrite? I mean, I do, after all, refuse to write about my personal life, yet here I am talking about being frank. Forgive the irony, I can be very much paradoxical.

I honestly don't know why I refuse to write about my private life anymore, this, afterall, is MY blog. Harsh remarks and comments are supposed to be ignored by moi, the author.

Heartaches, gossip, disrespect, death, mistrust, playing with emotions, cheating on our significant others, and all that goes with the infamous highschool drama is causing quite a ruckus in my life right now. All this turmoil and disturbance is driving me out of my mind. I need coffee. Someone make me happy.

Temporary Insanity is taking it's toll on me.
Do, forgive me - But fuck if you forget.

The Stupid neither forgive nor forget;
The Naive forgive and forget;
The Wise forgive but do not forget.

~~ALEX STOLE HECTOR'S PHONE~~

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By the way, I just read a blog about a guy (who I happen to admire) who leads such a sad but patriotic (to some - including me) life. All I can say is, I admire you even more. (: Bravo to you, applaud yourself! After all the drama that you've been through Sir Diokno, I feel so weak to be teased by these "non-sensical" drama. I mean, my heartaches don't even compare to the heartaches you've gone through. I admire you for admitting to be bi-sexual and I admire you for being strong and posting your hurtful conversations with her, the woman you love. I look up to you now. Don't disappoint me (:

<3

2005-07-24T10:09:00.000-07:00

This post is dedicated to my Grandfather who right now is struggling for his life.

Lolo, I love you so much. The site of you left me speechless. Now that I have regained my composure, I have gathered all my thoughts about your current state and I hope that one day, I actually get to say this to you - upfront & personal.

Hi Lolo, it's me "Les", the youngest daughter of Grace - your daughter. Remember when I was little you used to call me Barang cause of one of your neighbors? Yeah, you told me that she was this rich, fat, white, widow and that whenever you and your friends would pass her house she'd throw water at all of you when you were my age. You said that you really loathed and adored her at the same time. And then when my mom gave birth to me, you said that I reminded you of her. I was this small, white, fat, round, little girl that would always belt out at the top of my lungs. I used to tease you a lot, too! I used to hit you whenever you teased me as well :D That was probably our bond, huh? Yeah, we'd start the day laughing and we'd end it laughing harder than we already were - which was a loooot. But anyways, I'm all grown up now and you're lying in your *shudders* bed... I'm sorry I couldn't tell this to you earlier when I was at the ER with you... It was just that, I really couldn't believe it. When mom called us to say that you were in a critical state and that we should follow her to the hospital if we wanted to, I immediately dressed up cause I didn't want you to see me all ugly. We were at the car, by the way, when we found out that we could talk to you ONLY one-by-one. And from there, I started to gather every single detail of our happy memories together and started to make a piece. I was so ready to articulate everything. I mean... I knew you weren't going to reply to whatever I was saying, but it was important to me that you heard it.

But I swear, lolo, I couldn't tell you. I was just staring at you and I repeatedly kept on muttering "I love you! I'm here.." When I saw you, tears filled my eyes and I knew that it was never going to be the same... ever. I tried to start my piece, but I couldn't. I was just looking at you and crying and telling you "I love you!" everyone told me not to show you I'm crying so I just walked away. But my heart shrunk. It felt as if one part of me was missing; Like a piece of me was sucked into this vortex... Remember they said that when you apparate it's like being hooked on the navel and sucked inside a small hole? It felt like that!

When I got to the waiting room, everyone started to arrive... Ate Lorie and Ate Karra and we (the pamandanans) were there for you... After everyone had said their hello's and iloveyou's to you, the doctor told our parents, your children, about the operation. Apparently, the chances of you living were slim to none. And if by any chance you do, you'd be living like a vegetable. So the decision was left to our parents to ponder on. Thay decided on mercy-killing but onnly because they no longer want to see you in pain. Please, know that they DO very much love you.

Lolo, I know that these days, we hardly see each other... But know that I will always be barang to you and only you (;

I love you so much it hurts!

Now and forever,
Barang.

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Please pray for him. Not necessarily for him to live, but rather pray that if, by a fate so cruel, he's going to go, he'll LEAVE happy and content with his life.

2005-07-24T02:34:00.000-07:00

My little LILO

Haay, such an angel.

Haha. Future Model yan.

She's so ADORABLE.

DYING TO GET THIS BOOK.

*coughHINTcough*

By the way, Have you seen the NEW superman?

His name is Brandon Routh. What do you guys think? I think he's hott. LOL.

2005-07-16T13:10:00.000-07:00

WEEEE! I finished the 6 potter book, despite of it's 652pages, in one day!

Yes, would you believe it? I'M DONE, I'M DONE!

Ok, so if you don't want to know what's going to happen.. better stop reading this post cause I am so giving spoilers! I'm giving the juiciest spoilers and I'm gonna be a total prick about it. So like I said, if you don't want to know, stop reading this post NOW.

* Severus Snape is the Half-Blood Prince. Yes, he is a hlaf-blood. But He's no royal - Prince is his mother's, Eileen Prince, maiden name.
* ALBUS DUMBLEDORE is going to die. Ang guess who's going to use the Avada Kedavra curse on him - Severus Snape. Yes, Harry was right all along! Snape is still working with Voldemort.
* HARRY POTTER, RON WEASLEY, AND HERMIONE GRANGER WILL NOT BE RETURNING FOR THEIR 7TH YEAR AT HOGWARTS. They plan to finish Voldemort once and for all (as to my pleasure - and dismay)
* Fleur DelaCour and Bill Weasley are getting married!
* Tonks (a.k.a. Nymphadora Tonks) is inlove with Remus Lupin
* Ginny and Harry will hook-up
* Ron and Hermione's feelings start to surface
* Ginny and Ron are both in the Quidditch team!
* Harry is Quidditch Capt.
* DRACO MALFOY IS A DEATH-EATER AT16
* Bill will be attacked by Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf that had turned Remus Lupin into a werewolf.
* Hogwarts might not open for Harry's 7th year - but he, ron, and hermione are not attending in spite of that.
* Cornelius Fudge is replaced as Minister!

Ok... so that's all I'm saying (;

Now that I've spoiled it for you... aren't you just itching to find out what else dwells in this superbly written sequel?

Go buy your own book, read it... and let's talk about theories! (such a nerd. HAHAH)

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//EDIT @ JULY 18

Class Elections were held today. bleh.

MAYOR - Alessandra Martinez Pamandanan (moi)
V. MAYOR - Anna Delos Santos
SECRETARY - Czarinah Estrada
ASST. SECRETARY - Bianca Margarith Legaspi
TREASURER - Athena Lee
ASST. TREASURER - Maicee Umali
KAAYUSAN LEADER - Ralph Domingo (the only male officer!)
ASST. KAAYUSAN LEADER - Rochelle Villanueva
PAGSASARILI LEADER - Reena Ongtao

Wow... I was the Appointed Class Mayor and the Elected Class Mayor... SIKAT. hahahahaah. POTA. Kiddin' ;p

We had our first meeting today. EUCK.

Judging by our officers, you'd think we were an exclusive girls school. HAHAH

2005-07-15T17:55:00.000-07:00

HAHAHAHAHAHA

It's 8a and I now have the 6th Potter Book!

DIE WITH ENVY,