Monday, June 26, 2006
This rant was written for the Wharton
Undergraduate Journal. [irvin posted this as a bulletin post on friendster]
This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys
that finish last, that never become more than
friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching
about what assholes guys are, while disproving the
very point. This is dedicated to those guys who
always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain
themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold
open doors and give reassuring pats on the back
and sit patiently outside the changing room at
department stores. This is in honor of the guys
that obligingly reiterate how
cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends
are at the appropriate moment, because they know
most girls need that litany of support. This is in
honor of the guys who respect a girl's every facet,
from her privacy to her theology to her clothing
style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk,
bewildered female friends back from parties and
never take advantage once they're at her door, for
the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers
against the rest of the creepy male population, for
the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments
but give them out anyway, for the guys who always
play by the rules in a game where the rules favor
cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as
boyfriend material but somehow don't end up being
boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are
manipulated, misled and unjustly abandoned this
is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages
on your cell phone, and when you called her back,
she spent 3 hours painstakingly dissecting 2
sentences her boyfriend said to her. And even
though you thought her boyfriend was a chump
and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and
she shouldn't worry about it. This is for that time
she interrupted the best killing spree you'd ever
orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a humor that
romantically linked her and the guy that she thinks
is the most repulsive person in the world. And even
though you thought it was immature and you had
nothing against the guy, you paused the game for
2 hours and helped her concoct a counter-humor
to spread around the floor. This is also for that time
she didn't have a date, so after numerous vows
that there was nothing serious between the two of
you, she dragged you to a party where you knew
nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted
shamlessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless
teasing by announcing to everyone: oh, but we're
just friends! And even though you were invited
purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you
went anyways. Because you're not like that.
The nice guys don't often get credit where credit is
due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys
don't seem to get laid as often as they should. And
I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I
can't. From what I have observed on campus and
what I have learned from talking to friends at other
schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion
I can form is that many girls are just illogical
manipulative *itches. Many of them claim they just
want to date a nice guy, but when presented with
such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing
things such as , oh he's too nice to date, or he
would be a good boyfriend but not for me or he
already puts up with so much from me, I couldn't
possibly ask him out! or the most frustrating of all:
no, it would ruin our friendship. Yet they continue
to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and
they expect their nice too-nice-to-date male friends
to sympathize and apologize for the men that are
jerks. Sorry guys, girls like that are beyond my
ability to fathom. I can't figure out why the
connection breaks down between what they say (I
want a nice guy) and what they do (I'm going to
sleep with this complete jerk now). But one thing I
can do, is say that the nice- guy- finishes- last
phenomenon doesnt last forever. There are
definitely many girls who grow out of the rein of
thought and realize they should be dating the nice
guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part
is, finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the
ones that are single.
So until those girls are found, I propose a toast to
all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I
know you're sick of hearing yourself described as
ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the
world needs your patience in the department store,
your holding open of doors, your party escorting
services, your propensity to be a sucker for a
pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd
things you tolerate, for all the situations where you
are the faceless, nameless hero, my acolades, my
acknowledgment, and my gratitude go out to you.
You do have credibility in this society, and your
well-deserved vindication is coming..
***************************
Know what?
maybe even just a couple of months ago I would've shed an inner tear or two over this one. but not now. because i'd like to say that the world is unfair for girls, but maybe sometimes it can be unfair for guys too? and maybe nice guys aren't really all that nice all the time. halfway through the article i thought i was reading a tribute to a friend; guy, yes, but gay. ok that's bad. but i don't know. I don't feel all that sorry or touched for those so-called "nice guys" right now. i mean if you're really nice... or maybe you're just gunning the wrong girl or something. ewan. i just don't feel like giving those "nice guys" a tribute right now.
or maybe. i've just never met a really nice guy yet. but it's so movie-ish. you're not that naive. really. hay ewan. hahaha. whatever.
alam ko na. maybe i'm sourgraping. hwaha. yes, that might be it. yes?
ALAM KO NA. A girl wrote this. yes yes yes. hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!
Undergraduate Journal. [irvin posted this as a bulletin post on friendster]
This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys
that finish last, that never become more than
friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching
about what assholes guys are, while disproving the
very point. This is dedicated to those guys who
always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain
themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold
open doors and give reassuring pats on the back
and sit patiently outside the changing room at
department stores. This is in honor of the guys
that obligingly reiterate how
cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends
are at the appropriate moment, because they know
most girls need that litany of support. This is in
honor of the guys who respect a girl's every facet,
from her privacy to her theology to her clothing
style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk,
bewildered female friends back from parties and
never take advantage once they're at her door, for
the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers
against the rest of the creepy male population, for
the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments
but give them out anyway, for the guys who always
play by the rules in a game where the rules favor
cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as
boyfriend material but somehow don't end up being
boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are
manipulated, misled and unjustly abandoned this
is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages
on your cell phone, and when you called her back,
she spent 3 hours painstakingly dissecting 2
sentences her boyfriend said to her. And even
though you thought her boyfriend was a chump
and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and
she shouldn't worry about it. This is for that time
she interrupted the best killing spree you'd ever
orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a humor that
romantically linked her and the guy that she thinks
is the most repulsive person in the world. And even
though you thought it was immature and you had
nothing against the guy, you paused the game for
2 hours and helped her concoct a counter-humor
to spread around the floor. This is also for that time
she didn't have a date, so after numerous vows
that there was nothing serious between the two of
you, she dragged you to a party where you knew
nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted
shamlessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless
teasing by announcing to everyone: oh, but we're
just friends! And even though you were invited
purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you
went anyways. Because you're not like that.
The nice guys don't often get credit where credit is
due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys
don't seem to get laid as often as they should. And
I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I
can't. From what I have observed on campus and
what I have learned from talking to friends at other
schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion
I can form is that many girls are just illogical
manipulative *itches. Many of them claim they just
want to date a nice guy, but when presented with
such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing
things such as , oh he's too nice to date, or he
would be a good boyfriend but not for me or he
already puts up with so much from me, I couldn't
possibly ask him out! or the most frustrating of all:
no, it would ruin our friendship. Yet they continue
to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and
they expect their nice too-nice-to-date male friends
to sympathize and apologize for the men that are
jerks. Sorry guys, girls like that are beyond my
ability to fathom. I can't figure out why the
connection breaks down between what they say (I
want a nice guy) and what they do (I'm going to
sleep with this complete jerk now). But one thing I
can do, is say that the nice- guy- finishes- last
phenomenon doesnt last forever. There are
definitely many girls who grow out of the rein of
thought and realize they should be dating the nice
guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part
is, finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the
ones that are single.
So until those girls are found, I propose a toast to
all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I
know you're sick of hearing yourself described as
ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the
world needs your patience in the department store,
your holding open of doors, your party escorting
services, your propensity to be a sucker for a
pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd
things you tolerate, for all the situations where you
are the faceless, nameless hero, my acolades, my
acknowledgment, and my gratitude go out to you.
You do have credibility in this society, and your
well-deserved vindication is coming..
***************************
Know what?
maybe even just a couple of months ago I would've shed an inner tear or two over this one. but not now. because i'd like to say that the world is unfair for girls, but maybe sometimes it can be unfair for guys too? and maybe nice guys aren't really all that nice all the time. halfway through the article i thought i was reading a tribute to a friend; guy, yes, but gay. ok that's bad. but i don't know. I don't feel all that sorry or touched for those so-called "nice guys" right now. i mean if you're really nice... or maybe you're just gunning the wrong girl or something. ewan. i just don't feel like giving those "nice guys" a tribute right now.
or maybe. i've just never met a really nice guy yet. but it's so movie-ish. you're not that naive. really. hay ewan. hahaha. whatever.
alam ko na. maybe i'm sourgraping. hwaha. yes, that might be it. yes?
ALAM KO NA. A girl wrote this. yes yes yes. hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!
@ 8:45 PM
6 afternoon cup(s) of coffee
Saturday, June 24, 2006
i've just painted my nails a color that looks like dior's addict lip gloss so it's really not a color at all. hwaha. and they've not yet dried and i'm already moving about so they're sure to have little bubbles later on, but then i have all afternoon to fix that if ever it happens. right now i'm just enjoying how it changes color when the lights hit it. hehe.
kumusta naman ang suporta ng ABS CBN kay Oscar Larios. from the Dyan Castillejo [?] stalker assignment to that Larios banner in cubao. hay pera. hwehehe. :P
*will edit this later*
kumusta naman ang suporta ng ABS CBN kay Oscar Larios. from the Dyan Castillejo [?] stalker assignment to that Larios banner in cubao. hay pera. hwehehe. :P
*will edit this later*
@ 11:46 AM
0 afternoon cup(s) of coffee
Monday, June 19, 2006
I envy our primate cousins sometimes, all they seem to communicate with are several grunts and gesticulations, or sometimes all they have to do is turn their backs and show their silver behinds, and they are understood. Human communication is just too mangled and too complex and too layered and there are too many languages in this world which is really funny because we're all the same anyway so why do we talk differently? Or am I right in saying all these? I dont' know. Sometimes I wish explanations weren't necessary. I wish we were all grunters instead.
"Harummphh... Gook. Gush." (How are you?)
Other times I want to receive mile-long letters of the most inane parallelisms and carry on hour-long conversations.
Other times I wish there were no time for talks or grunts at all. Let's do some action instead.
Again, I am talking about something way beyond my understanding. That's why I chose to stay here in makiling. I'm learning.
"Harummphh... Gook. Gush." (How are you?)
Other times I want to receive mile-long letters of the most inane parallelisms and carry on hour-long conversations.
Other times I wish there were no time for talks or grunts at all. Let's do some action instead.
Again, I am talking about something way beyond my understanding. That's why I chose to stay here in makiling. I'm learning.
@ 10:18 PM
0 afternoon cup(s) of coffee
Saturday, June 17, 2006
my sister ahlee seems really excited for college, and her brand new notebooks are the padded and hardbound kind (para siguro todo ganahan siya mag notes. hwaha). natuwa ako dun sa cover nung isa. eto mga nakasulat doon:
Freshman [fresh man] n. (pl. freshmen) 1. People with smiling faces who, little do they know, will one day have the same harassed look as the upperclassmen. 2. Very eager to mingle with the upperclassmen, favorite recruit of school orgs/clubs. 3. Tends to travel in large packs for protection.
Sophomore [sof o mohr] n. (pl. sophomores) 1. People proud to be part of the upperclassmen. 2. Will not mingle with the freshmen for they are now "above" them. 3. Considered to be the most relaxed of all students, without the pressure of adjusting to a new school environment and still too inexperienced to handle major org/club responsibilities.
Junior [joon yor] n. (pl. Juniors) 1. Students with happening social life, aka study groups, all nighter meetings, org assemblies, group practices. 2. Caffeine dependent, has poor posture and basic hatred for anyone without homework. 3. Susceptible to Junioritis, a condition inhibiting juniors from coping with their rigorous academic schedules and extracurricular activities, and poses them to ask the age-old question, "What is the point of all this?" In 99.8% of all cases, Senioritis will result.
Senior [seen yor] n. (pl. seniors) 1. School Royalty. 2. The coolest people in school, or so they think. 3. Gets away with almost anything especially the freshmen. 4. Has got the art of cramming down to perfection. 5. Susceptible to Senioritis, a condition deadly to one's grades as the carrier becomes apathetic about grades, classes, homework, and basically anything connected to school. Symptoms include not doing any work and skipping classes.
my school, i think, will be the last school to open this sem. hwaha. vacation is officially history. welcome back to drudgery, fellow poverty-bound people. haha. the future is bright. meanwhile, we'll spend the rest of our life working anyway, so we better have fun during college. right? :D kitakits sa lb square. haha as if tumambay ako dun. ha. :p
Freshman [fresh man] n. (pl. freshmen) 1. People with smiling faces who, little do they know, will one day have the same harassed look as the upperclassmen. 2. Very eager to mingle with the upperclassmen, favorite recruit of school orgs/clubs. 3. Tends to travel in large packs for protection.
Sophomore [sof o mohr] n. (pl. sophomores) 1. People proud to be part of the upperclassmen. 2. Will not mingle with the freshmen for they are now "above" them. 3. Considered to be the most relaxed of all students, without the pressure of adjusting to a new school environment and still too inexperienced to handle major org/club responsibilities.
Junior [joon yor] n. (pl. Juniors) 1. Students with happening social life, aka study groups, all nighter meetings, org assemblies, group practices. 2. Caffeine dependent, has poor posture and basic hatred for anyone without homework. 3. Susceptible to Junioritis, a condition inhibiting juniors from coping with their rigorous academic schedules and extracurricular activities, and poses them to ask the age-old question, "What is the point of all this?" In 99.8% of all cases, Senioritis will result.
Senior [seen yor] n. (pl. seniors) 1. School Royalty. 2. The coolest people in school, or so they think. 3. Gets away with almost anything especially the freshmen. 4. Has got the art of cramming down to perfection. 5. Susceptible to Senioritis, a condition deadly to one's grades as the carrier becomes apathetic about grades, classes, homework, and basically anything connected to school. Symptoms include not doing any work and skipping classes.
my school, i think, will be the last school to open this sem. hwaha. vacation is officially history. welcome back to drudgery, fellow poverty-bound people. haha. the future is bright. meanwhile, we'll spend the rest of our life working anyway, so we better have fun during college. right? :D kitakits sa lb square. haha as if tumambay ako dun. ha. :p
@ 11:06 PM
3 afternoon cup(s) of coffee
Friday, June 16, 2006
Forgive me if I am blogging during the first minutes of my 18th year of existence, planning to post this later on to illicit several words of greetings from people i know and people i don't know, basta people who would be feeling the tug of my telepathic demands. Unlike most girls I know, I am not enforced to worry about the maleta under each of my eyes today, nor will I be pouring myself into a gown in my favorite/most flattering color tonight. I was thinking I didn't want to post on my birthday itself, lest people think that i'd be spending my birthday in front of an LCD all day, but hahaha, it's only a little past twelve, so maybe something else is gonna happen later on. I kinda caught on yesterday (because of some very very obvious hints from Mama and Ate Bheck) that my family has a surprise for me; goodness, I really have no idea what it is. Really.
I'm really not in the mood to be preoccupied with being eighteen right now. Eighteen is big, eighteen sounds adult if you want to to sound adult, but it's really quite young. but eighteen comes with a lot of problems that came from not dealing with things the proper way when you were nine and thirteen and seventeen. eighteen for me right now is being an incoming sophomore lacking six more units and much more than that. eighteen for me right now is someone who keeps saying that there is no problem anymore, and me wanting to believe that because for me there really is no problem anymore, but in my head, shit here comes another problem, because if someone mentions there's no problem anymore it's the exact opposite for him.
eighteen is me wondering what the hell happened since June 16, 1988, when I didn't have three other siblings and too much hair on my arms and legs (okay too much information). eighteen is me padding away on something I've wanted forever and used to believe would solve the world's problems, but now that i have it i realize i haven't transmogrified into superkriSta yet. eighteen is me being superficial as usual. eighteen is me still wondering about so many things.
eighteen is me not looking very much at the world anymore, eighteen is me having traveled on the slex so many times that i do not appreciate anymore how green the fields are and how high the clouds are and how many red cars there really are on the south bound lane. eighteen is me seeing two rainbows in a week. eighteen is me one phone less (and ma does not know about it yet). eighteen is me suddenly pausing and thinking that this is such a very very piggy post. eighteen is me that keeps on typing righteen instead of eighteen. eighteen is me still very much into my childhood idols. eighteen is me just like everyone else, really. eighteen is me thinking ohmigod i don't have much time left. eighteen is me admitting right now that the truth is i'm actually regretting soooo mannnyyy darn things even though i always tell myself and everyone that regrets should never happen. eighteen is me not really wishing for anything right now. eighteen is me wishing i didn't care about clothes so much because it's not even really obvious that i do. eighteen is me thinking does the "eighteen is me" phrase even make sense and is it even really grammatically acceptable? eighteen is me really thinking only of the six units i need pa. eighteen is me wondering what if i were pregnant right now. eighteen is me admitting hello i've never really been in love yet because i'm always petrified and looking in all directions at once. eighteen is me reluctant to change that right now. see i'm typing righteen again. eighteen is me wishing i were on Laguna Beach and hating myself for wishing that. wala lang. eighteen is me being so much more and all, and realizing that sounds very beauty pageant. eighteen is me suddenly worrying about my sister. eighteen is dc-8 in cryptic writing. errrr.
eighteen is me realizing finally that it's not always wishing for Something Else and Something Better, but sometimes it's looking down on your scattered dirty laundry and toys and getting the inspiration to push my sleeves up my elbows and pick them up.
i'm in my antok na parang lasing mode, good luck sa pagbasa nito mamaya xp
eighteen is me sleepy already. there she goes.
I'm really not in the mood to be preoccupied with being eighteen right now. Eighteen is big, eighteen sounds adult if you want to to sound adult, but it's really quite young. but eighteen comes with a lot of problems that came from not dealing with things the proper way when you were nine and thirteen and seventeen. eighteen for me right now is being an incoming sophomore lacking six more units and much more than that. eighteen for me right now is someone who keeps saying that there is no problem anymore, and me wanting to believe that because for me there really is no problem anymore, but in my head, shit here comes another problem, because if someone mentions there's no problem anymore it's the exact opposite for him.
eighteen is me wondering what the hell happened since June 16, 1988, when I didn't have three other siblings and too much hair on my arms and legs (okay too much information). eighteen is me padding away on something I've wanted forever and used to believe would solve the world's problems, but now that i have it i realize i haven't transmogrified into superkriSta yet. eighteen is me being superficial as usual. eighteen is me still wondering about so many things.
eighteen is me not looking very much at the world anymore, eighteen is me having traveled on the slex so many times that i do not appreciate anymore how green the fields are and how high the clouds are and how many red cars there really are on the south bound lane. eighteen is me seeing two rainbows in a week. eighteen is me one phone less (and ma does not know about it yet). eighteen is me suddenly pausing and thinking that this is such a very very piggy post. eighteen is me that keeps on typing righteen instead of eighteen. eighteen is me still very much into my childhood idols. eighteen is me just like everyone else, really. eighteen is me thinking ohmigod i don't have much time left. eighteen is me admitting right now that the truth is i'm actually regretting soooo mannnyyy darn things even though i always tell myself and everyone that regrets should never happen. eighteen is me not really wishing for anything right now. eighteen is me wishing i didn't care about clothes so much because it's not even really obvious that i do. eighteen is me thinking does the "eighteen is me" phrase even make sense and is it even really grammatically acceptable? eighteen is me really thinking only of the six units i need pa. eighteen is me wondering what if i were pregnant right now. eighteen is me admitting hello i've never really been in love yet because i'm always petrified and looking in all directions at once. eighteen is me reluctant to change that right now. see i'm typing righteen again. eighteen is me wishing i were on Laguna Beach and hating myself for wishing that. wala lang. eighteen is me being so much more and all, and realizing that sounds very beauty pageant. eighteen is me suddenly worrying about my sister. eighteen is dc-8 in cryptic writing. errrr.
eighteen is me realizing finally that it's not always wishing for Something Else and Something Better, but sometimes it's looking down on your scattered dirty laundry and toys and getting the inspiration to push my sleeves up my elbows and pick them up.
i'm in my antok na parang lasing mode, good luck sa pagbasa nito mamaya xp
eighteen is me sleepy already. there she goes.
@ 12:45 AM
5 afternoon cup(s) of coffee
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
ayayayay. let me list it all down: i haven't taken spcm1 yet, haven't taken up nstp yet, am planning to switch my language elective, and i have no adviser yet as well. ayayayay. talaga bang baca ako? haha. wala lang. nakakapraning isipin ang enrollment sa thursday. hwahahaha. hwahahaha.
i spent the entire day at home. i did wake up really early, but i got back into bed around 7 am, woke up again around ten, then went back to bed again at twelve thirty, then woke up again around four pm so i'm still up now. haha. it rained really hard kanina and it was nice that things cooled down a bit. there was even a rainbow. tapos na nga talaga ang summer. i was so tempted to run out to the rain, but ahlee was already taking her bath and we were the only ones here in the house aside from ate beck and ate lourdes (and of course they were busy). haha wala lang. obviously i have nothing to blog about. i'm trying to download something for the fifth time right now and it's taking FOREVER because the online download kept being aborted so i have to download the full thing manually. lousy dial-up, but of course this is better than nothing. i'm actually grateful that i get to go online everyday (of course ma isn't very happy about this because she pays the electric bills).
i was on the phone with Angeline a while ago and again i couldn't stress enough how different an eighteen year old's life in Central London is from a Manila dude. :D or maybe that's just my goody goody life against hers (it's not like angeline's gone party animal or anything, but she does get to do things that would probably induce my rents to grant me a permanent restraining order. like the sleepover thing with guys). Ok, before i sound all envious - - haha, ok maybe i am, a BIT, but being different could be fun too. could make for a nice thick autobiography when i am sixty-five. but then what would i write about? chapter eight on my love of playing dress-up in front of the mirror until college? :D
the whole family is into my girl right now. ayayay. but Lee Dong Wook does not look very good in his pictures. hmm. and we're watching the gokusen episodes redone forced me to borrow from her, and now we're all glad she did. sawadaaaa... hayayay (but i can't claim him because sarj has taken dibs on him already :D)
ahhh... nakakainis, ang tagal. ano pa kaya maikukuwento. ah birthday nga pala ni franco ngayon. hehe happy birthday ulit. pati pala si myke!!! hehe. mga paborito kong blogwriters. ang galing. mwah sa inyo. :D ako sa friday pa. i'm finally gonna be legal hwaha. mga june people mahilig magsulat. napansin lang. :D
i spent the entire day at home. i did wake up really early, but i got back into bed around 7 am, woke up again around ten, then went back to bed again at twelve thirty, then woke up again around four pm so i'm still up now. haha. it rained really hard kanina and it was nice that things cooled down a bit. there was even a rainbow. tapos na nga talaga ang summer. i was so tempted to run out to the rain, but ahlee was already taking her bath and we were the only ones here in the house aside from ate beck and ate lourdes (and of course they were busy). haha wala lang. obviously i have nothing to blog about. i'm trying to download something for the fifth time right now and it's taking FOREVER because the online download kept being aborted so i have to download the full thing manually. lousy dial-up, but of course this is better than nothing. i'm actually grateful that i get to go online everyday (of course ma isn't very happy about this because she pays the electric bills).
i was on the phone with Angeline a while ago and again i couldn't stress enough how different an eighteen year old's life in Central London is from a Manila dude. :D or maybe that's just my goody goody life against hers (it's not like angeline's gone party animal or anything, but she does get to do things that would probably induce my rents to grant me a permanent restraining order. like the sleepover thing with guys). Ok, before i sound all envious - - haha, ok maybe i am, a BIT, but being different could be fun too. could make for a nice thick autobiography when i am sixty-five. but then what would i write about? chapter eight on my love of playing dress-up in front of the mirror until college? :D
the whole family is into my girl right now. ayayay. but Lee Dong Wook does not look very good in his pictures. hmm. and we're watching the gokusen episodes redone forced me to borrow from her, and now we're all glad she did. sawadaaaa... hayayay (but i can't claim him because sarj has taken dibs on him already :D)
ahhh... nakakainis, ang tagal. ano pa kaya maikukuwento. ah birthday nga pala ni franco ngayon. hehe happy birthday ulit. pati pala si myke!!! hehe. mga paborito kong blogwriters. ang galing. mwah sa inyo. :D ako sa friday pa. i'm finally gonna be legal hwaha. mga june people mahilig magsulat. napansin lang. :D
@ 10:40 PM
0 afternoon cup(s) of coffee
Sunday, June 11, 2006
yehey. haha. at may bago nanaman kaming kinababaliwan...
@ 12:19 PM
2 afternoon cup(s) of coffee
Saturday, June 10, 2006
ohhhmannn, i can't start packing. i don't know which stuff to stow away, and which to leave behind. wah. i wish rooms were like document folders and i could just copy and paste entire files (things) from one room to another. haha. tignan mo nga naman ang mentalidad na ginagawa ng computer........ hate it. ahahahaha. not.
my cousin carmi and her entire family went cellphone shopping last night. yes, cellphone shopping and they all have brand new models. good things happen to really good people.
i'm wanting... bright apple green sandals. hehe. :D yun lang. alis na ulit! :D
my cousin carmi and her entire family went cellphone shopping last night. yes, cellphone shopping and they all have brand new models. good things happen to really good people.
i'm wanting... bright apple green sandals. hehe. :D yun lang. alis na ulit! :D
@ 10:19 AM
0 afternoon cup(s) of coffee
If I had REAL other options, you could say that I'm almost reluctant to move back to Laguna. Ma announced yesterday that we'd be moving most of ahlee's stuff and mine on Monday - Independence Day, just like last year :p It's already saturday morning and there's nary a trace of evidence that our room is about to semi-vacant again - - or at least, half of our closets.
I was on the phone with Marianne last night tapos ngayon siya naman yung OK tapos ako yung bummed out (nyahaha! congrats mariz! :D). It feels funny dissing your own life to other people, but then that's Marianne and she's lived with my mental disorders for years so I can keep on doing that. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have people like her in my life (honestly, i DID feel better after I put the handset back to the receiver :D). But I've made up my mind lately that you cannot talk that much with other people. some people are better acquaintances if they do not know EVERYTHING. haha does that make sense? :p Hindi, kasi i used to think that your real real friends are the people you would be able to spill everything to, so i badly wanted to be so open with everyone because i wanted everyone to become my real friend. but that, i think, has not been very operative. :D
So eto na nga... I'm not excited and I have no idea what I'll be doing this time. Pero sabi nga ng aking superhero pal, you should always leave room for surprises. Look what happened when I planned and "vision"-ed everything too well... haha nothing worked! ironic talaga. Of course it's not been a real failure or anything, but I am still quite put down, and i don't know why.
anyway. nasa utak ko lang naman lahat ito. otherwise i'm still pretty functional (i think) :P mebbe kulang lang ako sa psyching up because it hasn't been a particularly kick-ass summer. oo nga baka hangover lang ito, hehe. :D basta. kumusta naman ang problema ko, i'm not excited. haha. no, there are other things i really worry about. :) i just don't feel like blogging about them because i couldn't figure them out anyway. :D
I had a really weird dream... I was with Gerald and Kim of the PBB teen edition (whoah!) we were stuck in a dark bazaar, it was raining torrents, and i was looking for tsinelas. suzmiyo! basta... we were suddenly outside kuya's house and then that hurricane kept us from returning to the BB house on time. halo-halo ata iyon nga mga narinig kong kuwento these past days. and weird lang, si Gerald at Kim? I didn't like Kim, kasi favorite siya ni Big Brother haha. si gerald? gwapo, pero sa inyong lahat na lang siya :D
>>>> may bago palang rumoured paramour ang aking long time idol na si Britney (oo kaya! hehe). manny (male nanny!) ng baby nila. hala hala. sounds a lot like the Philippines. nakita ko sa perezhilton... mas good looking naman si Kevin Federline, so bakit kaya? siguro dahil laging wala sa tabi ni Brit at SPF si Kev. oh well. haha. same old issues...
nothing more to say :D i'm off to finish my coffee...
I was on the phone with Marianne last night tapos ngayon siya naman yung OK tapos ako yung bummed out (nyahaha! congrats mariz! :D). It feels funny dissing your own life to other people, but then that's Marianne and she's lived with my mental disorders for years so I can keep on doing that. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have people like her in my life (honestly, i DID feel better after I put the handset back to the receiver :D). But I've made up my mind lately that you cannot talk that much with other people. some people are better acquaintances if they do not know EVERYTHING. haha does that make sense? :p Hindi, kasi i used to think that your real real friends are the people you would be able to spill everything to, so i badly wanted to be so open with everyone because i wanted everyone to become my real friend. but that, i think, has not been very operative. :D
So eto na nga... I'm not excited and I have no idea what I'll be doing this time. Pero sabi nga ng aking superhero pal, you should always leave room for surprises. Look what happened when I planned and "vision"-ed everything too well... haha nothing worked! ironic talaga. Of course it's not been a real failure or anything, but I am still quite put down, and i don't know why.
anyway. nasa utak ko lang naman lahat ito. otherwise i'm still pretty functional (i think) :P mebbe kulang lang ako sa psyching up because it hasn't been a particularly kick-ass summer. oo nga baka hangover lang ito, hehe. :D basta. kumusta naman ang problema ko, i'm not excited. haha. no, there are other things i really worry about. :) i just don't feel like blogging about them because i couldn't figure them out anyway. :D
I had a really weird dream... I was with Gerald and Kim of the PBB teen edition (whoah!) we were stuck in a dark bazaar, it was raining torrents, and i was looking for tsinelas. suzmiyo! basta... we were suddenly outside kuya's house and then that hurricane kept us from returning to the BB house on time. halo-halo ata iyon nga mga narinig kong kuwento these past days. and weird lang, si Gerald at Kim? I didn't like Kim, kasi favorite siya ni Big Brother haha. si gerald? gwapo, pero sa inyong lahat na lang siya :D
>>>> may bago palang rumoured paramour ang aking long time idol na si Britney (oo kaya! hehe). manny (male nanny!) ng baby nila. hala hala. sounds a lot like the Philippines. nakita ko sa perezhilton... mas good looking naman si Kevin Federline, so bakit kaya? siguro dahil laging wala sa tabi ni Brit at SPF si Kev. oh well. haha. same old issues...
nothing more to say :D i'm off to finish my coffee...
@ 7:22 AM
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Wednesday, June 07, 2006
let's hope that i start getting things in order this time. :p
ann is planning to change her way of knowing God. justine was surprised, but i thought it was inevitable that after college, she'd seriously start joining rommel in his cell group meetings. for now i have no intense objections, although i'm not, like, telling her that it's the best thing to do. but i am supporting her, because this is a life choice and she has the guts to make her life better, the way she sees fit. maybe three years ago this would have been such a big deal for me, and i'd be really sad that she'd have to rethink her faith despite all the rigid catholic education we've been getting. but these days, for me it's kinda irrelevent, you know? but this morning i remembered to pray when i wake up. i want to re-insist my faith as well. haha. i don't think i'd want to become Born Again or INC or whatever right now, though. i think i just need a little more FOCUS. Kasi i don't question the existence of that God. i find that it's really easy to NOT believe in him when i'm doing things that would displease him (and my parents as well). hmm. hay. ewan. :) so i'm just a bad kid. huh???
ack.... i MISS you turtles. :,(
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i've passed my quit letter, but i'd have to wait until next week to get whatever little amount i've earned. wagh!
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rico robles was on the new money-making game show last night. right before he sold his briefcase, he declared, "you can't be too greedy." right on, rico. i miss his voice on the radyo. hwahaha!!!
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since i'm not binded by a contract anymore, lemme just say: masarap yung cheezy fries ng jollibee. :) one hundred percent processed death. haha.
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i watched manay po with my family! ayayay. haha. not as funny as i expected, pero you've got to appreciate the muscles and the effort. hahaha.
wala akong gusto sabihin talaga ngayon. piks na lang...
nyawr. wala lang talaga.
my cousin michelle... taga supernovaliches pero UP Baguio siya.:)
mural in progress. tapos na nga ang summer. i barely noticed...
ge diyan na muna kayo. :P
ann is planning to change her way of knowing God. justine was surprised, but i thought it was inevitable that after college, she'd seriously start joining rommel in his cell group meetings. for now i have no intense objections, although i'm not, like, telling her that it's the best thing to do. but i am supporting her, because this is a life choice and she has the guts to make her life better, the way she sees fit. maybe three years ago this would have been such a big deal for me, and i'd be really sad that she'd have to rethink her faith despite all the rigid catholic education we've been getting. but these days, for me it's kinda irrelevent, you know? but this morning i remembered to pray when i wake up. i want to re-insist my faith as well. haha. i don't think i'd want to become Born Again or INC or whatever right now, though. i think i just need a little more FOCUS. Kasi i don't question the existence of that God. i find that it's really easy to NOT believe in him when i'm doing things that would displease him (and my parents as well). hmm. hay. ewan. :) so i'm just a bad kid. huh???
ack.... i MISS you turtles. :,(
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i've passed my quit letter, but i'd have to wait until next week to get whatever little amount i've earned. wagh!
***
rico robles was on the new money-making game show last night. right before he sold his briefcase, he declared, "you can't be too greedy." right on, rico. i miss his voice on the radyo. hwahaha!!!
***
since i'm not binded by a contract anymore, lemme just say: masarap yung cheezy fries ng jollibee. :) one hundred percent processed death. haha.
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i watched manay po with my family! ayayay. haha. not as funny as i expected, pero you've got to appreciate the muscles and the effort. hahaha.
wala akong gusto sabihin talaga ngayon. piks na lang...
nyawr. wala lang talaga.
my cousin michelle... taga supernovaliches pero UP Baguio siya.:)
mural in progress. tapos na nga ang summer. i barely noticed...
ge diyan na muna kayo. :P
@ 6:54 AM
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Friday, June 02, 2006
"baka iniisip niya siya pa rin yun?" minsan gusto ko malaman kung sino ba talaga nakakabasa nito at bakit parang galit pa rin siya sa akin kung mukhang naging masaya naman siya nung mga huling buwan (pero late na yung update ko kasi ngayon ko lang nalaman).
pare, ang labo ko pala talaga. haha. anyway. i hafta learn. really.
kahapon naglalakad akong papunta sa marquinton, tapos medyo kinakabahan ako kasi dala ko na yung resignation letter ko. haha. tapos biglang may lumapit na matanda sa akin.
unang naisip ko, ayan sa wakas mararanasan ko na rin maholdap! haha. pero ewan ko, dahil ata kinakabahan ako ningitian ko siya (nervous reaction ko talaga yung tumawa. madalas akong napapahamak dahil doon). tapos sabi niya, pahingi daw ng pamasahe papuntang montalban, pero tinuturo niya yung daan padiretsong cubao. ewan ko.
naguluhan tuloy ako kung holdapper ba siya o nanghihingi lang ng limos. pero mukhang naubusan lang talaga ng pamasahe. inabutan ko ng ten pesos (kasi wala na rin akong barya pauwi :D). tapos ayun lang.
gusto ko magbato ng mga expletives dito kasi... naiinis ako. ayoko na nga mag-blog ng seryoso ulit. kasi lalo lang nadidiin kung gaano ako kababaw at kagulo at kabata at ka kung anu-ano pa. wala lang.
hindi maganda pakiramdam ko ngayon. yun lang.
pare, ang labo ko pala talaga. haha. anyway. i hafta learn. really.
kahapon naglalakad akong papunta sa marquinton, tapos medyo kinakabahan ako kasi dala ko na yung resignation letter ko. haha. tapos biglang may lumapit na matanda sa akin.
unang naisip ko, ayan sa wakas mararanasan ko na rin maholdap! haha. pero ewan ko, dahil ata kinakabahan ako ningitian ko siya (nervous reaction ko talaga yung tumawa. madalas akong napapahamak dahil doon). tapos sabi niya, pahingi daw ng pamasahe papuntang montalban, pero tinuturo niya yung daan padiretsong cubao. ewan ko.
naguluhan tuloy ako kung holdapper ba siya o nanghihingi lang ng limos. pero mukhang naubusan lang talaga ng pamasahe. inabutan ko ng ten pesos (kasi wala na rin akong barya pauwi :D). tapos ayun lang.
gusto ko magbato ng mga expletives dito kasi... naiinis ako. ayoko na nga mag-blog ng seryoso ulit. kasi lalo lang nadidiin kung gaano ako kababaw at kagulo at kabata at ka kung anu-ano pa. wala lang.
hindi maganda pakiramdam ko ngayon. yun lang.
@ 10:20 AM
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Thursday, June 01, 2006
since my birthday is (aherm) only a couple of weeks away, maybe someone out there is generous enough to give me one of these? :p
Click on the caption to read more about it. :P actually I'd rather have something more tangible, like a nice new handbag, or shoes. haha. or something more important like enough money to cover dorm rent for this year. but really i don't care. haha. nga pala. I'm turning eighteen. hoshit. i'm already eighteen this year? I don't know. i have no idea what's gonna happen on that day. i'm a bit put out because my parents don't have any plans at all - i mean, they're not exactly Kimora Lee and Russell Simmons. but maybe if they'd loosen their rules a bit? oh, that'd be sooo nice. but really, i'm not psyching ANYONE up to make that day extra-special. I'd rather have a whole special life than one amazing little day. my fiftieth birthday is gonna matter more, i bet. hahaha. i'm not excited to turn eighteen. I want to turn twenty. haha.
By the way, that little robot costs 390 HKD, or about Php 2660.25. hehe. hay. Lemme share this funny text message from Ericko:
buti pa ang kalendaryo, may date
buti pa ang probability, may chance
kasi yung ibang tao, wala.
buti pa ang exams, sinasagot
buti pa ang assignments, inuuwi
buti pa ang problema, iniisip
buti pa ang kamalian, pinapansin
buti pa ang sugat, inaalagaan
buti pa ang typewriter, natatype-an
buti pa ang film, nadedevelop,
kasi yung ibang tao, hindi.
LOL. rejected lines ata yan doon sa lumang kanta ni Ryan Cayabyab. Kidding. :) ge diyan na kayo! haha.
Click on the caption to read more about it. :P actually I'd rather have something more tangible, like a nice new handbag, or shoes. haha. or something more important like enough money to cover dorm rent for this year. but really i don't care. haha. nga pala. I'm turning eighteen. hoshit. i'm already eighteen this year? I don't know. i have no idea what's gonna happen on that day. i'm a bit put out because my parents don't have any plans at all - i mean, they're not exactly Kimora Lee and Russell Simmons. but maybe if they'd loosen their rules a bit? oh, that'd be sooo nice. but really, i'm not psyching ANYONE up to make that day extra-special. I'd rather have a whole special life than one amazing little day. my fiftieth birthday is gonna matter more, i bet. hahaha. i'm not excited to turn eighteen. I want to turn twenty. haha.
By the way, that little robot costs 390 HKD, or about Php 2660.25. hehe. hay. Lemme share this funny text message from Ericko:
buti pa ang kalendaryo, may date
buti pa ang probability, may chance
kasi yung ibang tao, wala.
buti pa ang exams, sinasagot
buti pa ang assignments, inuuwi
buti pa ang problema, iniisip
buti pa ang kamalian, pinapansin
buti pa ang sugat, inaalagaan
buti pa ang typewriter, natatype-an
buti pa ang film, nadedevelop,
kasi yung ibang tao, hindi.
LOL. rejected lines ata yan doon sa lumang kanta ni Ryan Cayabyab. Kidding. :) ge diyan na kayo! haha.
@ 1:38 PM
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I know this is a very bad picture of my brother and my newly-dalaga (!) cousin. I missed the procession because I was at work. :( I would just like to let you people know that this is one of the things I really would've liked to do, only I never did, because of that six-letter reason which has become such a loser-sounding excuse. wala lang. what is this ratatat? hehe. i'm hardly deprived, but i hardly got to do a lot of things either. shame. hehe.
@ 8:21 AM
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