jid
she once dragged me and richell to calamba to watch 'a walk to remember'. while waiting for the movie to start, we sat down and talked about our most hated body parts. we climb over dormitory gates when we find ourselves locked out. ingrid does this wearing a skirt. while studying for a math exam in the wee hours of the morning, she coaxed us to go out *super lamig* and buy pandesal at a nearby bakery. it was 4am. after a few days, she has befriended the 'ates' and volunteered to help out at the said bakery. ^__^ she has an arsenal of beauty products that would rival a beauty salon and she would use them on me for fun. old roomie ko 'to.. hay. last na alam ko, may alaga na siyang puppy. sa kanya ko natutunan na maglagay ng concealer at onting powder sa labi para mag mukhang may sakit. hehehe!
blooming days
i got it! i finally know what it meant. i must have gone mad researching this yesterday. don't ask me why, i don't know either. i just felt like i have to know. very badly.
check this piece:
you become a memory, the more I remember you
vivid days, stop tormenting me
I'll forget, I must forget
because everytime I overcome, I grow up.
don't hold me back, blooming days.
recap
i got to clean our room today. can you believe that we have a rusty saw blade in our room? plus, i got to throw away a bunch of stuff. i am listening to bon jovi's always and stp's plush and san miguel philharmonic orchestra these past few days. i am in love with phantom planet's last glance.
last friday, jenny, richell and ida slept over to watch a couple of movies and to belatedly celebrate my birthday. we just swapped amusing/serious/film synopsistic stories. the next day, we went to mega mall to eat and walk and sing (well jenny did) and eat cotton candy that resembled sully from monster's inc. and gaze upon art works (malang etc..) and window shop and look around power books for new titles and took silly pictures of us just about any where and chanced upon the san miguel philharmonic orchestra and master chorale and met ryan cayabyab. we got him to sign my cd and pose with us. he is very mabait and totoong tao. it was so cool to meet him. then he told us that we were being broadcasted live on that wretched projector along edsa. i felt like a grape that suddenly turned into a raisin. it was embarassing. we were giggly and sophomoric and we absolutely have no idea.
hay. what happened to me?
show me some love, man
really, now.
there were three simultaneous bombings today. one in gen san, another in davao, and then the most recent one in makati. what psycho freak would do that? that is his/her way of showing love? okay. how sweet. no thank you.
what is happening to our country?
blooming days
the song by Takako Shirai from the Taiho Shichauzo series. i don't know why i like it so much. i don't even know what it means. i have been searching and searching for translations but to no avail. *sigh* what is wrong with me? the older i become, the more weirder i get. what has happened to me in the past 21 years? ah basta. i like the song. hee! it annoys my mother to no end.
Omoide ni naru, omoi dasu hodo
Azaya kana hibi, watashi o mou kurushi menai de
Wasurete shimau, wasurete shimae
Nori koeru tabi, otona ni naru kara
Hikito menai de Blooming Days...
i think grown-ups loose the part of themselves that is a-wondering and curious. the thirst for adventure. look at my mom. simple questions vex her. she is not one to give the time of day to answer questions regarding things that are negligible, often taken for granted. when i get the chance to ask what to others are stupid questions, she gives me a look that makes me seem to have grown horns on a penis shaped head.
uy ma, i still love you no matter what. just promise me you'll read sophie's world. even just the first few chapters. and the da vinci code. you'll see. i'm not the only weird person on the planet.
i now have 8 friends! yay. oy pilo, isda you? still motorrrin'?
i am the individualist
| You Are the Individualist |
| 4 You are sensitive and intuitive, with others and yourself.
You are creative and dreamy... plus dramatic and unpredictable.
You're emotionally honest, real, and easily hurt.
Totally expressive, others always know exactly how you feel. |
What number are you?
Somehow, I just needed to know.
Happy birthday to me. *yawn*
Yeah, yeah. so what else is new?
freaky v
somebody wants to be my friend. his/her name is freaky V. why his or her? kasi the picture posted was that of a girl's and the gender he posted was "male". location is marshall island and hometown is laguna, cavite. and the most special part, age: 84. hmmm interesting. i didn't approve his/her request.. yet. maybe. if he/she changed her name. hahaha!
btw, happy birthday fiona, wherever you are.
*wish come true* am now going to watch finding neverland.
the more loving one
i found the whole poem months ago, because one day i woke up and i thought i have to find it. like my pink umbrella, which i'm afraid i've lost forever to a little girl who calls me banana tree - am i a green stalk? now, i'm gonna share it with everyone, since i made fun of it but i was like gushing on the inside, secretly loving it.
The More Loving One
W.H. A.
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.
Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total darkness sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.
jenny
my old bunk-bed buddy, street food afficionado and part-time exhibitionist. be very afraid.
more:she once cried over adam sandler's big daddy and a bunch of movies that will not be named. the majority of her shoes are high-heeled and the straps have this habit of breaking while in use. if you are travelling with this person, always always check if she has candy, bonamine and pastic bag. i assure you a safe journey if you did. she has an arsenal of beauty products that she used to use on me so that i would look like a human being at events. she's not afraid to say "i love you". to this day she wishes that we have the same bra size. well.
oist! musta na "gotohan" every thursday night? hayaan mo na yun chonggong yun. hahanapin ko yung batman costume ko and hu-huntingin naten siya, hmmp! nyahahaha!
seal
i just heard seal's love's divine. but it's not the one i like. i like the acoustic kiss from a rose. though sometimes, acoustic songs are very tiring. why? masyadong talamak! you still hear it everywhere, from every band and radio station. i mean come on..
on the sideline, heidi klum and seal. wow.
tatay was here! yay!
bonta-kun
okay... i will admit, no matter how riddiculous or pathetic i must sound, that i will miss my gun-wielding golden teddy. because.. you made me laugh, you had been so so gracious, and you had been my friend during those times i thought i was going to just snap.
oh but you were so funny and reckless i wish i was like you, beating or shooting the shit out of everyone who stands in your way with that riffle. you had me miffed after you harrassed the police officer who was a girl. then gales of laughter ensued after a split second because you have done it in that very special way that only you could.
until we meet again my gun-wielding golden friend.
::back to the real world::
i would like to watch finding never land and a very long engagement.
february stars
february.second month of the year. like we don't know that already.
hay, buwan na naman ng mga baliw at araw ng mga puso.
halaga ng piso kontra dolyar = 55.00.
February Stars
Foo Fighters
I'm hanging on
here until I'm gone
I'm right where I belong
just hanging on
even though I watched you come and go
how was I to know
you'd steal the show?
one day I'll have enough to gamble
I'll wait to hear your final call
and bet it all
I'm hanging on
here until I'm gone
right where I belong
just hanging on
even though I pass this time alone
somewhere so unknown
it heals the soul
you ask for walls
I'll build them higher
we'll lie in the shadows of them all
I'd stand but they're much to tall
and I fall
february stars
floating in the dark
temporary scars
february stars
no bonta-kun yesterday. last episode today. *sigh*
