Lark Flauta

FML

2009-08-26T17:29:00.002+08:00

I can't study for Biology. Fuck it. I miss the feeling of being.. in love.

OH FUCK. SO NOT ME. =))

Buh-bye now!

Not sure what it means

2009-07-15T23:28:00.003+08:00

FROM WHERE YOU ARE BY LIFEHOUSE

Moving on..
This morning was love.
Maybe you're the one I've been waiting for. :)

...:(

WHATTHEFUCK.

Old man

2009-05-26T15:54:00.002+08:00

*webcam-ing with a few friends*
Daddy: Bakit ba palagi kang nasa computer? May radiation yan! Kaya di ka natutulog ng maaga eh.
Me: Eh, dad. Ano gusto mong gawin ko? And, what the hell. RADIATION?
Daddy: Oo, radiation yan.
Me: Ang boring naman dito sa bahay. Di niyo naman ako pinapalabas eh.
Daddy: MAGBASA KA NG BIOLOGY BOOKS! Yung sa mga tao, animals. Yun dapat ginagawa mo.
*hits his head with a laptop*

Fuck, fuck and fuck

2009-05-16T17:30:00.003+08:00

I swear, I'm hating this fucked up weekend.

My mother took away my teenage liberty this summer by discouraging, oh wait, grounding me for life, since some day in April because of my impromptu and last-minute hang-outs with my friends ("hang-outs" sound weird). She surprisingly became this evil stepmother kind of person in movies, but before, she's more on the side of those fairy godmothers. Don't even bother asking me why because I, myself doesn't know the reason behind this "uninviting transition". So, when I go out, there ought to be some reason behind it, and it ought to sound important.

Trust me, you don't want to live life my way because with the way things are right now, my life officially sucks.

At least I have Thursday to look forward to. That's probably the only sure thing on my list.

I can't believe I'm watching this Korean TV series, Boys Over Flowers. Haha. The school is just, woah. Shit, I'm actually crushing on one of the lead guys. And no, he's not Jerry Yan. Seriously, that dude has issues, and he's fucking old.

Damn it. Watching it makes me miss High School more.

P.S. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.

Hoedown Throwdown

2009-05-07T16:34:00.003+08:00

I love Miley Cyrus.

Happy Birthday, Cre!

My previous entry was bullshit.

I wanna be nice to everybody.

So, sorry.

Haha.

It's raining today.

And, I want those high-cut Chuck Taylors with the UK flag design.

I need lots of money.

I'm fucking broke.

HAHA.

My heart is the worst kind of weapon

2009-05-02T15:14:00.002+08:00

I think I'm in love again, and it's so fun. But, this isn't the expect-a-heartbreak-in-the-end kind of love. It's like forever love, at its foolish and weirdest way. Three words: FALL OUT BOY.

Thanks to my continuous carelessness on computer and hardware viruses, all my precious songs and illegitimately downloaded movies were gone in a millisecond. Unfortunately, there was no way in relocating all those songs and restoring them back, since it is customary for me to delete every song once it has been successfully transferred to my iPod. I thought I could save the laptop's memory by doing that, but then again, all my intelligence on computers was never enough to even make a prototype of a computer function without having it crash or something. So yeah, I started illegally downloading songs again, and right now, I should at least have thirty songs from Fall Out Boy. Haha. Oh, and I fell in love with one random line from the song, A Little Less Sixteen Candles, a Little More "Touch Me". I knew this line before actually, I just want to share it. Haha. THIS IS FOR YOU, HOMEWRECKER.

"I don't blame you for being you, but you can't blame me for hating it."

Just then, I had a lot of realizations yesterday during my "lovelorn date" with Anvi. I'm so glad we get to hang-out again; she's one of the few I could totally trust. The rest, fuck you. Haha. When we were eating at Mr. Rockefeller, we both had the thought that, it's so sad to leave High School, but the drama never ends. I'm not trying to sound like Lauren Conrad or someone, but it's just, it's really true. There are a lot of people trying to put on a mask, pretending they're someone better to impress others. Of course, not everyone or worse, not one could see their nasty tactics, unless they admit it, which is a dumb way to do when you're trying to be bad. Haha. Okay, I sound foolish.

Unfortunately, I have friends like that, well if you call them friends. Pretending to "catch up" on things, when behind your backs, they are actually the ones responsible for making you look bad. When you communicate with each other, they act all good and supportive, but in reality, all that's left to do for them is to blame your mother for having brought you into this world. When they're around, you can't help but at least say hi, because it would smell trouble when you act "cold" around them. Then again, when you pretend that everything's good when it's not, you're being "plastic" around them. So, what the fuck. Either way, something is fucking wrong. Haha. So, I guess the best way is to just stick to your TRUE FRIENDS. Those that don't flirt or show interest for your "someone" behind your backs, those that don't pretend that they're someone just to make themselves look good and those that have the common sense to live up this fucking life without hopes of anything bad for you.

I'm just bored. Haha. I'm sorry if I sound grammatically incorrect or something. The last thing on my list is to fucking proofread every blog entry I make. Haha.

Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends!

Cold summer nights

2009-04-30T14:32:00.003+08:00

I can never hate the rain, never ever. It's like God's blessing you know, in liquid form. But, shit. It ruined my agenda for today. We were supposed to play basketball (past a century), but then the darn wind made an innocent tree fall over the village's gym. Damn it.

Then again, I can't wait to go out tomorrow. Anvi and I, and probably a couple of our friends might go to Greenbelt, or somewhere. We're planning to watch The Haunting in Connecticut. Yay to horror films.

I feel crap. And, we're off to Boracay next week, I think. I dunno. Shit, I think I'm gonna be sick again. Fuck this.

Bye, bye!

SCRATCH THAT

2009-04-16T23:15:00.000+08:00

I AM FUCKING HAPPY. I LOVE YOU!

Shit. I need to find that colorful layout again.

HAHA. Boo.

An hour to go

2009-04-16T23:00:00.000+08:00

This should not happen. Not like this. I feel so helpless, and I'm so sorry.

I need to change my blog layout if this would be my some sort of hate/emo/sad blog. The colorful layout is not helping at all. And, I'm so sick of this Ted Failon news. Please. Just accuse their helpers or something.

MOTHERFUCKER.

Fear of flying

2009-03-25T23:02:00.000+08:00

How do people deal with hapless stuff like this? I desperately need someone to teach me, because I've got absolutely zero skills or even plain knowledge to be a some sort of medicine to cure myself. God, I never knew I would come to this point of "feeling". Then again, there is no one to blame, because no mistake has been made. Just please, you can't not talk to me. It would drive me insane. But, I can't pretend everything's alright when it's not, at least for me.

I would probably laugh at what I've just done in days. Or weeks. Or forever.

It's amazing how my iTunes automatically identifies my mood without even me telling it.

It's raining, and it makes me feel more sad and hurt. How can I sleep tonight? You didn't say goodnight to me, so I pretty much guess it won't be a good night after all.

The batmobile has just crashed, everybody, and one of the two passengers is pretty much dead.

It all comes down to this

2009-03-18T22:40:00.000+08:00

Shit.

I feel like crying already. Eleven years of wearing the same thing, and tomorrow's gonna be the last. Eleven years of entering inside four distinct walls, and tomorrow's gonna be the last. Eleven years of the same routine, and tomorrow's gonna be the last. Eleven years of love and hate, and tomorrow's gonna be the last. Eleven years, four of which I consider the best, it all comes down to this. Who knew things would happen this fast? It seems like it was just yesterday, I was crying because my yaya was late in picking me up during my very first day.

I'd rather not express myself now. It hurts already.

Bitch

2009-03-06T23:00:00.000+08:00

It would really mean a lot to me if people, wait. Okay, not people, but YOU would back off. And probably I don't have all the dictatorial power in the world to literally tell you to do such thing, but since we (not you), are on this situation with a some sort of security I guess, I absolutely think I have little authority over you.

What you did was just nauseating. I repeat, nauseating. And for that, I feel ashamed for you. I hope you do realize that what you've done caused your whole ugly and tactless personality to have been terribly vandalized, and if your brain still functions (which I doubt it does) and apply all the things you've learned in your so-called past relationships (which I doubt you've had), you would stop right now and get it over with. Nobody does what you normally do, okay? Fine, I'm naive with these kind of things, but seriously. What the fucking hell were you thinking to say that? I don't know if you're that fucked up in life, but right now, it just seems like you really are.

I don't even know why I'm spending my time to make you a blog entry, when every cell in you is worthless to me. It's probably because it's part of my battle plan for today, because you nearly had me track you down and punch you straight in the face, but whichever way applies, I know for a fact that you're loathsome to me. At the end of this, you might probably say, "How typical of her to make me a hate blog. Like I'm affected." Seriously. I know what kind of a person you are, and don't you dare tell that remark, because I'm pretty much sure you're lying.

At least now, my emotions were somehow released. I don't even care if my entry was coherent or not. But trust me, I don't care about what you say anymore. If you can't control yourself, then it's not my problem. I just feel really bad for you, ass.

Just like yesterday

2009-02-27T22:54:00.000+08:00

This thing is old. Really old. All those promises of I'm-gonna-fix-this-thing-tomorrow turned out to be, I-don't-have-the-fucking-millisecond-to-fix-this-shit. And since my virtual disease of not being able to open up topics in blogs still unfortunately applies to me, I guess I would just be giving updates with what's going on with my life, which no one but myself would probably care.

1. Thanks to my klutziness, my cellphone was stolen. Lesson learned, folks. Never shall I trust any shop in terms of their poor and worthless security. Then again, I could still remember my dad's advice, better yet, accusations on handling my personal belongings. Ugh, the thought just irritates me.

2. I still don't know where to go after High School. Arts or Medicine? Medicine or Arts? I know that I should not be dealing with this, but thanks to our neighbor school, which I bleakly see everyday, it made me realize what my true passion is. Thank God, they have their applications open until summer.

3. Hello, you. I know you have been waiting to read this. You are different from the others, which is a good thing, so don't ask. I'm scared, okay? But, it's like in a good way, too. I don't know what to do anymore, but you're the person I have been waiting for months. Don't think of time yet, because we still have. If it truly is, then it will find a way. Just right now, the thought of giving you my heart, or whatever term you use, I don't know. But, thank you really. I've got you, remember?

I'm gonna hit myself now.

2009 already?

2009-01-24T22:56:00.000+08:00

I just love Gossip Girl. I love Willa Holland. I love Taylor Momsen. And, I can't wait for Muxtape's regenesis into the virtual world! Seriously, the world needs new music. And, Kaycie was right. If it weren't for Lady GaGa's hot body, she would be one hell of a peanut brittle. (It even rhymes!)

Cre, come back!

Screw this

2008-12-26T15:10:00.000+08:00

I'm off to the summer capital of the Philippines.

I shall edit this later.

Happy Birthday, Jesus Christ!

2008-12-24T19:16:00.001+08:00

So, it's like less than five hours before Christmas. Although the conformable feeling would be ecstatic and all, I'm sad to say that I'm having the crappiest time of my life. The O.C. and The Hills DVD marathons do no good, and worst, staring at the ceiling while inhaling air, ugh. It just makes me count how many days I've got to stay in my morbid school. But, happy thoughts, happy thoughts. Ugh, I don't even know where the heck are those damn thoughts.

Oh well. I have to find the Christmas spirit in my system. They ought to be here somewhere.

Happy Christmas everyone!

Will you still love me in the morning?

2008-12-14T19:49:00.000+08:00

I'm done with those detrimental birds of prey. Done with those twenty chapters which ought to equate to an inferno moment there. Done reading endless struggles of Filipinos for justice. Done, done, done. And that is what I wish for now. Everything to be done.

Ninety seven days.

Black and pink don't go together

2008-12-12T23:31:00.000+08:00

I'm glad Cre and I are on the same phase. Black plus pink equals disaster.

Honestly, she should've worn her P.E. uniform. Now we're talking.

Four out of four

2008-12-07T21:47:00.000+08:00

It was such a bleak day. I had my UST entrance test, and I'm not seeing the word flunk as the appropriate word to describe it. Neither does perplexing nor I-wish-I-could-turn-back-time-and-redo-it-again. It's more like culture shock. Kidding. But honestly, it was quite easy. It was probably the ambiance and the gay guy who can't keep his mouth shut that's causing me the slight awkwardness. But over-all, UST is good. Oh wait, very good in that case for that McDonald's inside campus!

Now, all I have to do is wait. Shit.

Heartbreak Hotel

2008-11-24T23:04:00.000+08:00

How stupid.

All this time, how can I not know Elvis Preseley's number one hit song? What a disgrace to King of Rock 'N Roll. What a disgrace to the person who became the root of all this Britney Spears. What a disgrace to my father's only Sunday amusement. What a disgrace to not know Heartbreak Hotel.

This week is driving me nuts. Seriously, where's Santa when you need him? He should make sure those reindeers gotta have red polished noses, or else.

Press play

2008-11-20T19:21:00.000+08:00

I never thought I would actually appreciate this day. Actually, make that these couple of days. My social life is finally back, thanks to my "notorious" friends. Of chicken nuggets and that Vince Noir whatever you call it sleazy music video, Dipsomania last Friday was actually fun! I never thought a pair of black, grungy Chucks Taylors would actually make you well, dance or move more. I thought they would make you look like an outcast in this whole teenage party scene, but I beg to differ. Though I'm still laying my eyes on those black, pretty pumps.

Moving on... my grades went up, except for two subjects. Although my daddy did commend me for knowing that balance is essential to life and things like that, I still think that I should never feel complacent... again. I had this feeling during some Math test, and my grade was e-m-barrassing. But, it's all good now. I've learned my lesson!

I love this day. We had chocolate cake for Foods, and it was so cool to wear that black, enourmous chef hat, or whatever you call it. We were supposed to have a food fight with the excess and filthy chocolate icing, but I threw it away. Music was riveting as well! Listening to those Sweet Child O' Mine, Surfin' USA and that song played during comedy acts made us all sing our way out of the room. Tower Records is right. No Music, No Life!

Okay, this is such a random post.
I didn't even check my Grammar, so pardon me if there is one. Haha!

High School deathbed

2008-11-11T19:30:00.000+08:00

WARNING: The following sentences that you would be viewing next would be somewhat nonsensical, yet emotional... for me.

This is probably my greatest defeat, I swear. It's like finding that silver and unused needle in a filthy haystack, and the next thing you know, the needle itself was never there. The purpose or essence in finding that needle never did apply. You took the risk in enduring all those misery, only finding out what you've done was useless and futile anyway. All this time, you thought that you were looking for it, but it was the disappointment that greeted you in the end.

Don't worry, it's not about someone. It's just this thing in my head that could not manage to escape.

Change today to tomorrow!

Let the good times roll

2008-11-07T20:13:00.000+08:00

This week has been quite amusing. Along with my barkada, we were off to visit a very, very, very close friend whom I normally ditch (I still love you, Ramsy boy), and who, thanks to her utmost klutziness and stupidity (right, Cre?), had caught dengue. We had a talk regarding making a documentary video, and although it sounds literally fun, I swear I'd drool over my seat. We basically had no major tests, and that's no surprise since we just came back from that suckish break. Surprisingly as it is, I'm enjoying the third quarter. I'm beginning to find love in Physics, and I'm loving Literature more and more and more. There were also numerous times wherein we had no teachers, and well--- we pigged out. And lastly, we just had our first Friday mass in the morning, and God is so good, he did heed my call for not having sweaty palms just for that certain moment. Yup, just in time for the Our Father.

With this line of events, it made me reminisce about my younger High School years. Well, it's not the sad reminiscence kind of thing; it's more on the happy side. My friends and I were viewing photos when we were "young" and it was hella hilarious. In almost all of my albums, my traditional pose would be the pout (EEW!), and I'd smile in like one photo or two. I swear, I looked unquestionably ugly, but what the hell. I made me laugh my ass out anyway.

Forty eight days before Christmas! And I'm so thrilled on filling out those wish lists again. Top of my list, a Nikon DSLR and a Topshop leather biker jacket. It's time for abstinence, y'all!

School robbery

2008-10-31T14:54:00.000+08:00

I never expected Semestral Break would be this, let's just say ---- BORING. What happened to those I'm-going-out-every-day and those let's-go-to-someone's-house plans? Clearly, a little bit of Auguste Deter is present in all of us (hello, boredom). Or probably, it is just our beloved ones signaling it's their time, not ours. Trust me, that would be freaky.

OUR SCHOOL GOT ROBBED!
As someone who detests school, the news was undeniably alarming. There was even an attempt in opening "the vault". Boy, Halloween is indeed, in the air.

Itsalatafan

2008-10-22T19:45:00.000+08:00

This ought to be fun. A week and a fourth of basically no school work, no alarm clocks and no heavy breakfasts. Semestral Break is finally here! Who would've thought this day would actually come? Oh boy, time flies enormously fast.

The annual Intramurals would start tomorrow, and surprisingly, I got myself into basketball (the boy sport, that is). We've been practicing like hell and I can't help but to smile when Spaldy, that ingenious ball, would manage to get himself inside that bantam hoop. As weird as it sounds, I ask myself the same thing. But, no worries. I've accepted the fact that I'm an underdog for this. Who knows, tomorrow might be my lucky day. And come on, what happened to those literal baskets that were used as hoops? It might've been more convenient before then. Still, we thank you, James Naismith. You're indeed, clever, not to mention, the coolest person in this dreadful world.

Yesterday, I saw one of the funniest people I've ever seen in my entire life. Two words:

Ramon Bautista.

Definitely, alatafan!

LYL

2008-10-20T20:04:00.000+08:00

I love Foods. Love it. Love it.

Yup, better check online for recipes.

Daddy's phone

2008-10-14T18:51:00.000+08:00

Well, the second chapter of my Senior life has officially begun, and seeing those "_______ DAYS LEFT" makes me feel unarguably uncomfortable.

I've change my layout since the other one is basically dead. And now, it is quite similar with Cre's. Hell yeah, we're cool.

I can't believe my dad is utterly amazed with the new wireless phone. He was quite having fun explaining how that thing works. No Nokias for you, daddy!

Tormented

2008-10-07T17:34:00.000+08:00

Three hours of Physics: Done.
Economics: Well, sort of done.
Literature: Play those songs, Sondheim!

Funny how you're supposed to research about oligopoly, then out of nowhere, you're already reading the urban legend, Paul is dead.

This world is getting crazier and so am I.

Fuss

2008-10-03T20:52:00.000+08:00

Temperature about 18 degrees Celsius. One dead ceiling light. Playing Fucking Boyrfiend by The Bird And The Bee. Index card sized laptop screen. Melted Rocky Road ice cream.

This is not fun. That's for sure.

This has been a hasty week. Periodicals are already next week; therefore, some serious concentration is demanded. Time to make those reviewers which would eventually disappear, making it hard for me to look for them again for the final quarter exams. Those last exams in High School. My High School. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts.

From our trip last week, someone was able to decipher my palms (thank God they weren't sweaty). The results were quite unusual and scary, I guess. It was about me being sick, and, I'm physically fit, from what I know. I'm not really a klutz, and I regularly take in vitamins. I could engage in any strenuous activity, which is what I'm doing nowadays by playing basketball (still not getting those rules). And as much as I want to not think of it, it surprisingly bothers me.

Note to self: Do not see anyone who engages in forecasting.

Ba-dee-ya.

CPR afternoon

2008-09-26T20:12:00.000+08:00

Friend, you are (surprisingly) my inspiration today (well technically, only for this night). I never thought you would actually replenish all these dead nerve cells in my brain. Bottom line is, thank you. I'm also quite in shock that I'm saying this in a gratifying way. NOT.

I love you, biatch.

Damn it, I can't quite start this. I'm starting to grasp the realization that I do not really excel in opening "blogful" topics. If this would've been the Miting de Avance (nearly tibo days, ehem) in the Grade School, I've just kicked off with a bang. not the traditional BANG! which is and will be, the first rule in the how-to-win-candidacy-using-campaign-speeches guidebook. Undeniably, I must be the sore loser then, or the "major loser" taking into consideration Tess Tyler's way of insult. Oh well. Everyone's a loser anyway. Like the legendary Mrs. Isidro has said: Only God is a hundred percent.

I'm missing the action nowadays. I was invited to a birthday party (which sounds unfortunately, fun), but &$#*@! The last party I've attended was Euphoria, which makes my social life barely alive, I guess. Oh, I see now the mistake. I'm still not on the verge of losing my social life. But I know I will be, soon. Shit.

The world's inhabitants are no doubt, crazy. Wanna know why? Wanna know why? Everyone's probably familiar with Katy Perry's I Kissed A Girl, right? Going straight to the point, there is a male version of it. What crack. Click here to listen to some music.

School sucks. Math is still and will always be weird. Team Mando has been torn apart. And Physics is, let's just say, still DIFFICULT. If we were all living in Dante's way, the Seniors would most likely be frozen inside massive glaciers in hell. See how cool we are. Oh, dear batchmates. Why startle a war when you could settle peace? Let's just cross our hands and hope that we would soon laugh when we recall these truly memorable events.

Let's just hope.

...

2008-09-24T18:29:00.001+08:00

OH, THIS IS OLD.

Hello, tomorrow

2008-09-12T20:08:00.000+08:00

Oh hail. Tomorrow would be my ACET. That ought to be fun.

And, I have no intentions in expounding that topic. There's too much intricacy in it.

Oh, I haven't updated this baby in a long time. I've been busy, basically with schoolwork and keeping my social life in tact, and unfortunately, it is difficult balancing these two. I'm just kidding. Oh, retreat was fun, except for the not-having-the-McDonald's part. Then again, it actually taught me to be a better person with those memorandums from God. How cool is that.

Anyway. I have to grill someone's ass.

Make peace, y'all.

Little girl

2008-08-27T20:49:00.000+08:00

Dear GOD,

I am ready for tomorrow.

Well, my things are not, but I am.

For now, I'm sorry.

I've been really mean to people.

They say that I'm a pretty nice friend.

Well, am I?

It's up to you now.

You decide where I'll go.

THERE or THERE?

I love you.

Lark Flauta

Shotgun the seat that beats

2008-08-24T20:29:00.000+08:00

NEW!

I have a new layout. Clap, all of you. Well, it was sort of easy to make one, since I had this as my inspiration.

Well, nothing much happened. We won third place at the Sabayang Pagbigkas. We totally did not see it coming. So, congratulations guys. Yay!

Camille and I watched the SSC versus San Beda basketball game yesterday. Oh, boy. We lost. Just wait next time, when we would be grilling those asses of yours. Peace!

I borrowed her DSLR and it was pretty. I had troubles at first 'cause it was so fragile and there are lot of controls flashed on the screen, so all the time, I was very careful; although, my hands were sweaty as usual. Eew, I know right.

Here are some shots taken by ME!

St. Scho

The enemy.

Ramsy, I could see you.

That was pretty much amateur-ish. It should be acceptable though, for someone who's brainless for photography like me, unfortunately.

Camille and I

Poor Ramsy

Concerned much?

Anyway. I have to go. My brother is acting all weird with his iPod Shuffle which we got for free. At least someone's happy.

Do not curse

2008-08-20T21:57:00.000+08:00

This day has been stressful.
And yes, I'm still breathing, although I can't seem to grasp why the heck am I still conscious.
I want to die so bad.
Oh, I have slight fever.
I am having trouble with something (fortunately, not someone).
I want to sleep.

AND I SHALL DO SO, GREEDY PEOPLE.
Enjoy life while fossil fuel is still available.

Nostalgia

2008-08-09T16:24:00.000+08:00

Heck, I've got loads to do, and enumerating it would do no good. Well, let's just skip that part for now. I've been posting the what-I-did posts, and it bores me.

I watched Wanted yesterday, and holy cow, it was undeniably fierce! I may sound like a total loser for watching it so late, but it's because I'm not really a fan for some kind of Mission Impossible movie. I don't really know why. Then again, I love Wanted! I love it! I totally agree with my friends when they say Angelina Jolie looked hot in the movie. Of course before, I felt disgusted when they said hot for I detested Brangelina adopting children coming from different lands. Weird, it is. But, gosh!

Who knew that such a fawn would make a cute assassin?

Okay, now I die.

Have you heard about the Philippines' version of Gossip Girl? Oh, please. This ought to be weird. Please, please, please. I know for a fact that they couldn't compete with the original one. I mean, nobody could do better than Leighton. She's the perfect actress for Blair! Claudine Baretto would do no good. And, are they out of their minds?

Angelica Panganiban as Jenny Humphrey.

People are definitely our of their minds.

On the verge

2008-08-05T16:40:00.000+08:00

UPCAT, done.
August 3, 2008
Malcolm Hall (College of Law)
12:30 p.m. - 5:10 p.m.
First choice: BS Biology
Second choice: (Crap, I forgot)

I'm feeling so sabaw. I know for a fact that I shouldn't be blogging these days (nice to see you for the nth time, periodicals), yet I feel the urge just to do so. We have two Periodical tests tomorrow, Physics and Grammar. It is customary for me to have the feeling of intricacy when these weeks arrive, but for the first time of all my High School life, I feel so light. And, it's definitely not good. I usually have notebooks scattered around my bed ('cause I can't move freely if I have something hard and cold under under my ass and a desk in front of me), loads of index cards everywhere, the contents of my pencil case gone, but this time, all I have is a notebook covered with white bond paper, three index cards, a pen, a couple of hand-outs and a laptop. They don't even occupy half of my bed! Then again, I feel like a raconteur converting my stories into text. Everything is just so weird.

1. I want to read Breaking Dawn NOW.
2. I want to finish my Ateneo Essay. By the way, who could tell me faults of Julius Caesar during his reign? I need it badly. Yes, I'm on Team Cassius.
3. I want Friday to arrive.
4. I want to study Economics.
5. I WANT TO DIE.

UPCAT story next time. I might destroy the little keyboard of this thing.

Au revoir, greedy people.

But that was when I ruled the world

2008-07-28T11:24:00.000+08:00

"I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own"

Viva la Vida by Coldplay

***

I'm such a loser. I'm literally not a fan of Coldplay, and I mean not. I can't really decipher why people love them so much. For me, there was no, let's just say spark in their music. They were just some band for me... not until today.

I downloaded the song Viva la Vida a while ago, and crap. IT WAS BEEE-YOOO-TEEE-FUUUL. It was soothing song, and the lyrics were undeniably amazing. I even identified that the cover art for the album was Liberty Leading the People by Delacroix. I never encountered such love for Coldplay. At least today, I already know why people love them so much. Love to Coldplay!

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I'll edit laterrr.

Too bad we can't rewrite our own history

2008-07-16T15:51:00.000+08:00

Mrs. Isidro: When was the last time you played in the rain?
IV-Integrity: *saying, "oh, yeah" inside their heads*

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We're so dead.

We could feel the pressure now. This is utterly impossible. It's like, we were on our diapers yesterday and today, our mind's going to burst; shattering to pieces. I think we're too young for this. Sixteen years? You're kidding. Oh, come on. We're not done having fun. Are you feeling envious, or must I say, bitter because you guys have to do all the work and we should just rest our asses in some fancy couch? You're all done with your turns. It's not part of your job to ruin our youth. In fact, no one should ruin our youth. Now matter how pretty your eyes are or how sturdy you look, mind your own business. I know that we're all going to die. Our pleasure that you guys go first.

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Don't mind that thing after the very first three asterisks. Ha ha! It's the reason why everyone blog. People express their emotion by putting it into words. Though, their entries are nonsensical and sometimes, plain weird.

Anyway. For last week, well I celebrated my sixteen years of age at Friday's, Bonifacio High Street! Months before, I would like to have a party, but I think I'd be too fastidious when it comes to planning one. Then again, a dinner suits it all. I've got numerous photos, by the way.

Juda and Daneeka

Anamae!

The two Criss/seldas.

With Anamae and Shatz
I love them!
Mau and Bea

Oh, I looove Friday's.

Buffalo wings, here we go.

Anamae, again.

We never get tired of comfort room shots.

Glenelli and half of Justine.

As expected. Ha ha!

I could survive eating only that.

I love Steffi!

Love it!

Earthlings invading Serendra.

LOMOOO!

So, that's basically for my birthday.

I'll post something nice some other time. I'm still enjoying my Coke float, greedy people.

Adios!

Just beat it

2008-07-08T20:55:00.000+08:00

In less than minutes, I'm sure that I AM GOING TO CRACK.

I'm just done studying for Economics. Well, if you call that done.

One more to go. Filipino.

Oh, how great it is studying ancient Philippine Literature. How great.

Can we just save the Earth?

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(Image via Snopes.com)

We all want the same thing

2008-07-05T21:38:00.000+08:00

My life is not euphoric at all these days.

Although, it should be... these days.

I'm dealing with drama right away? Oh, great. I want and need God so bad. I need some soul taking my place just this time...

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It's official. I'm sixteen years old! Insert applause here. It was sort of weird celebrating it in school. The past two years, I've been celebrating my birthday with my family and it was always a weekend. But God so great, he made me celebrate my last year in High School (teardrops here) in school. I do consider it as a birthday gift. So, thank you God!

Yesterday, it was my sister's fourteenth birthday. It was also Daneeka's sixteenth birthday party. Hold on there. I asked my mother if we were doing something for my sister's birthday, and probably mine, and she said, she felt like celebrating it on the weekend. So, yes. I am a good person, you greedy person. Just kidding.

The theme was Glam Rock; but before the actual event, my friends and I went to Rockwell to do some last minute shopping for a gift and clothes for the party. Moving on... The place was perfect and I swear the food was super delicious. The burger patties tasted like Brothers! Holy cow. Yum, yum, yum. Oh, not to mention, everyone looked pretty. P-r-e-t-t-y. Well, okay. That's sort of a lie. Haha! Anyway. I'm acting belligerent again. Kidding. Belligerent is too much. Though, I can't decipher which word would suit the damn sentence. Anyway, I have photos, again!

Inside People are People with my Shoit

Justine, Cre, Cess and I

Comfort room shot

I love Cess and Mau

Jane and I are going to Macau together. Seriously.

Miro, Camille and Lark. Hail thee, India!

And I'm shocked that I still can't fly. Damn it.

Favorite photo of the night!

Thank you, Daneeka! If only you could read this. Anyway, I have to go. Anamae is endorsing and online game and I'll check it out.

Guys, don't make the world a bad place, okay? We'll all die in space if the Earth itself would die.

Tick tock, tick tock

2008-06-30T18:09:00.000+08:00

OH MY GOSH.

I'll be sixteen in less than 24 hours. Sixteen.

I still don't feel it, though. I still think I'm fifteen. I'm too young to be sixteen. Anyway, enough of birthday anxieties. I should be ecstatic tomorrow and thankful today. I say, fifteen is definitely one of the best; then again sixteen should be better than the best.

Don't get it? Neither do I.

It was literally hot in school. It's not because of the people. Ha ha! One of the air conditioners, unfortunately, malfunctioned a while ago. It was difficult for me to concentrate on the Filipino quiz. Actually, it wasn't just me, but the whole class. I'm not even sure if I wrote the accurate meaning of KKK. I should be too dumb then, to not know what that is.

(Image via FabSugar)

I want new Chucks. I want. I want! I like the silver sequined ones. I'm not sure if it is already available in the Philippines. I want them really bad though.

I'll leave this hanging.

Goodbye, greedy people.

Abattoir

2008-06-23T19:20:00.000+08:00

WARNING: This would be a longer entry compared to what I normally post. If you don't care about my blog at all, then click on the "X" mark at the upper right corner. MAKE PEACE AND LOVE!

You may be wondering what is up with the title. Well, abattoir is another term for slaughterhouse. Disgusting, right? You may think I've just seen Texas Chainsaw Massacre (which made me freak out and have nightmares) or I've just been to a local slaughterhouse and I'm here to write a blog entry and post photos of fresh dead meat. Well, you're wrong, and that's a good thing. I wouldn't attempt to do such thing. Then again, I got the word while looking for I-do-not-know-what-they-mean words from the dictionary. This past couple of days, I started reviewing in English specifically in Grammar. Meet my new best friends: the dictionary, a grammar guide book and a copy of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. It's actually fun learning new words but the problem is I tend to forget them after a day or two. That's why I'm working with some course of action. Of course, Science and Math are still waiting for their share. But they need not worry for they would surely be with me for a longer time. That's for sure.

It's all for COLLEGE, baby.

Speaking of College, I'm done with my UP form a week ago, and hopefully this week, I would have ADMU's form in the palm of my hands. DLSU would release forms on my birthday, so I'd take that as a sign; positive of course. Ha ha! I'm just joking. Well, you can't blame me for being optimistic. It boosts my confidence.

What's up with school? Still so far, so good. We had the Kapatiran last Friday, and it was fun. If you're from the same school as I am, you're probably familiar with it. I'm not going to tell the whole thing though, because there are no photos, and it makes me indolent. Oh, it's not so good after all. It's except for the fact we would be having our first Physics LT. What a way to start the year. (Just so you know, our very first subject for the year is Physics)

ENOUGH OF SCHOOL.

Last Saturday, it was Anamae's birthday party. To be specific, it was a costume party. Ha ha! It was so much fun! She has a massive and ornate home in Magallanes Village. The food was luscious. People kept on taking photos of "celebrities" and "cartoon characters". It was definitely one of the best parties I've ever been to.

I went as Lindsay Lohan and Camille as Samantha Ronson. Ha ha! Just to make it clear, we're NOT lesbian lovers. We haven't been and won't be. It was just for fun. And oh, I have photos now!

Hannah Montana and Dora the Explorer

There we are trying to avoid the paparazzi!

Zorro (Anamae), Aladdin, Pepper and Snow White

Snow White, Hannah Montana, Rabbit and Spongebob

From the outside, now.

Farrah as a devil

Happy Birthday, Zorromae!

We came from different worlds.

Cess as pepper!

As you can see, there's no hose. Ha ha!

Chuchay as a bunny and I

That's it for now. I have more in my Multiply account.

No classes tomorrow! Please pray for the victims of the thunderstorm, FRANK. Thank you!

So far, so good

2008-06-17T19:48:00.000+08:00

What a blessed day.

I'm feeling ecstatic! Want to know why? Too bad, I won't tell you.

Kidding.

Well, you might think it's a nonsensical answer, but whatever. It made my day and you might as well be happy for me, too. Ha ha! It's just; we have no homework for today! See, totally non-sense.

Well, I warned you.

Ha ha! Anyway. It's just two weeks before my birthday. I'm turning sixteen. I feel old. The next thing on my list is death already. I'll go to purgatory, then heaven. I'm going to be with grandpa. I'm going to see God. I'm going to live forever. So much for the afterlife. I'm just kidding.

So, for birthday wish lists, well. Ha ha! I want nothing particular really. It's actually weird that whenever your birthday's quite near, you can't choose what you really want; but when you birthday is quite distant; you seem to have lots of desire. It's just a realization.

I'm starting to love Math again. Geometry killed my soul last year.

Have fun in school, everybody.

First for the last

2008-06-15T12:49:00.000+08:00

Yes, I'm back to blogging.

It's just today that I've realized; might as well document my final year in High School.

And what better way to document it, than blog. I mean, I can't video tape every second of my life in school, you know. Well, actually I can, but I wouldn't risk sitting inside of the obscure and terrifying school offices in the world. I'm just kidding.

Just so you know I belong to IV-INTEGRITY. Sounds nice, eh? Ha ha! Before the sections were released, I've been praying almost every night for my soon-to-be section, and alas! God is so good. He knew it's my last year, and I sure hope that He would make it the most tremendous year of all.

Well, it's obviously my first entry and it's about school right away. No photos for the meantime. I do know I have an odd layout, but if I have spare time, I'll try to work on it.

That's for today. HAPPY FATHERS DAY!