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Tuesday, March 29, 2005

paolo bear and nikka bear

si paolo bear at nikka bear. oh joy! ang kukulit ninyo! one is a piglet and the other one is a monkey. i of course am the banana stalk.

si paolo bear ay mataba, si nikka bear ay napakaitim, tingnan nyo ang saya nila...

richell

because you were asking for it.
mutya ng demarses, hahahaha! madalas din 'tong masiraan ng sandals tulad ni jenny sa hindi malamang kadahilanan. meron daw siyang pizza sa noo. sinira niya yung upuan ko dahil hinagis niya sa sahig sa sobrang galit. at kinabukasan ay sinulatan niya ako ng sorry letter sa isang stationery na green na may nakalagay na Hello! Dogy! I have come to here to give your good luck. *tawa* binilhan namin siya ng 3 goldfish na wala pa yatang isang araw eh namatay lahat. san ka naman nakakita ng baliktad kung magdikit ng label sa diskette at nilalagay ang secret password sa username? antagal bago mag palit ng bed sheets at napakagulo ng gamit, may mga crawling thingies na sa ilalim ng bed niya...
kung titingnan lang, good girl 'to pero hwag ka, maitim ang budhi nito... kung alam niyo lang... *wink*
andami niyang pinag gagagawa na ewan ko ba kung pano niya naisip yun pero kapag gusto ko lang maglakad kahit saan o maghanap ng bulalakaw.sa mga inipong singko at excuses kay manong guard para makalabas ng dorm, kesyo bibili ako ng chocolait,
pulburon, o kimy swirls na dumidikit sa dila ko... kapag gusto ko lang umiyak sa tabi ng SU habang may mga girly na jumi-jingle sa tabi... hindi ko na napansin na ang baho pala dun, leche! o kaya kumain ng carbonara somewhere (hindi ko na maalala). kapag gusto ko lang umupo sa mcdo ng walang dahilan... o sige na nga, dahil may aircon dun at bibili pala ako ng sundae.
sa mga jokes na kami lang ang natatawa at sa mga buhay na walang kabuhay buhay, kaming dalawa lang ang nakakaintindi.

Monday, March 21, 2005

trash

Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear,
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,
Maybe it's our kookiness...


i love suede. grade seven pa ako nun and most people prefer oasis but i love them. *swoon* i had their coming up album, the one with the green cover and striped mattress and silay borrowed it and i never got it back. grr. oh well.


Maybe, maybe it's the things we say,
The words we've heard and the music we play,
Maybe it's our cheapness,
Or maybe, maybe it's the times we've had,
The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,
Maybe it's our sweetness...

Friday, March 18, 2005

daria's graduation speech

Ha. I found this months ago then totally forgot all about it. Buti na lang I opened my files. A bunch of crap but nonetheless...


Um, thank you. I'm not much for public speaking, or much for speaking, or, come to think of it, much for the public. And I'm not very good at lying. So let me just say that, in my experience, high school sucks. If I had to do it all over again, I'd have started advance placement classes in pre-school so I could go from eighth grade straight to college. However, given the unalterable fact that high school sucks, I'd like to add that if you're lucky enough to have a good friend and a family that cares, it doesn't have to suck quite as much. Otherwise, my advice is: stand firm for what you believe in, until and unless logic and experience prove you wrong; remember, when the emperor looks naked, the emperor is naked; the truth and a lie are not sort of the same thing; and there is no aspect, no facet, no moment of life that can't be improved with pizza. Thank you.



I think this one's from outpost daria... check it out just the same.
puta. graduation.

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

the more hideous form of student

I found this interesting bit of information from The New Students' Charter. Oh boy. I feel so lucky.

There is an alternative, more hideous form of student: The Computer Science Student!
  • You find that each computer has its own seperate personality, but are too scared to tell anyone.
  • You find yourself wishing you could download pizza.
  • If you get a message from a friend saying he got a new CD, you ask him to E-Mail it to you (I tried this with wine-gums... very messy...)
  • You think the UNIX 'Talk' command is the perfect medium for sending love letters to the cute CS studentette across the room.
  • You are proud of your 'I E-Mailed Santa' badge (Available from net.com, only $4.95)
  • You look at your usage record and find that you were once logged-on for 36 hours non-stop.
  • You play X-Pilot for three weeks and then find you have one night to finish your coursework.
  • You attack and maim any person who mentions IBM, PC or AppleMac in your presence.
  • You think UNIX is a synonym for GOD.
  • You snigger when anyone mentions Pentium.
  • You collapse in apoplexy from laughing when anyone mentions Sega or Nintendo.

pilo

nung una kong nakilala itong si pilo, sabi ko sa sarili ko, aba! nagmumulto ang kabataan ni sir aquilizan... harharhar! mabait na maloko, payatot na may muscle, parang taga-gubat na naka motor etcetera... gusto raw niya maranasan ang iba't ibang hairstyles. 2 pa lang nakikita ko. may buhok at wala. kalahati kaya? wig? kulot? mahilig din siya kumuha ng mga pictures. pilolahat ng nakita ko puro picture ng sarili niya...side view na nakanganga, blurred...(dati pa yun nung pinakita niya yung project niya na color yellow na fieldtrip daw nila sa vigan.) nakasama ko din ito umakyat ng peak two.ang saya nila habang inuubos na pala ng linta ang dugo ko. hay... malagim na karanasan. marami silang aso. as in. names vary sa kulay ng balahibo. si chico (sumalangit nawa ang kaluluwa niya) dahil kulay chico siya at si harina. hulaan niyo na lang ang kulay ng asong yun.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

how can i stand here with you and not be moved by you?

i heard this phrase yesterday.

so how do you stand next to someone and not be moved by him/her?

porkipig said

"minsan ang buhay ay parang apoy na kapag naglaba ka ay di ka maiiyak. laging tandaan na ang dahon ay hindi isang pangarap na binato lang ng isang isda."





ps. birthday ni siashka today!
i love fish!

Saturday, March 12, 2005

marish

marishwala na akong ibang masasabi pa kundi masaya ako kapag kasama ko siya. masaya ako kapag napapatawa ko siya sa mga walang kwenta kong text. masaya ako dahil naaalala pa din niya ako hanggang ngayon. masaya ako dahil kaibigan ko siya.masaya ako dahil mahal niya ako. masaya talaga ako. at mahal ko din siya.

Friday, March 11, 2005

change

took a peek here and well.
ok. i changed my template. it was too... white.

added features that no one will probably use.
who cares?

*over and out*

Thursday, March 10, 2005

mechanical wonder


Image hosted by Photobucket.comi just saw this video by ocean colour scene. i was up at 2am and antok na talaga ako. all of a sudden, it jumped out of the screen. it was so pretty. that boy with the airplane just charmed me. and the football/rugby game... man! am glad they won and crushed the teachers using robots that looked like them. hihihi. cheaters! i hate teachers! funny how they have the same letters. cheaters.. teachers. and they rhyme. oh well. hay. those little boys sure know how to kick balls. i wonder if anyone i know has heard about them. ida? anyone?

Thursday, March 03, 2005

ida

ida we once bought pastry from vega. after a few bites, we threw it in the trash. it tasted funny. we talked about her former favourite flower sunflower. we watched monty python's the meaning of life while everyone else was asleep. we walked back and forth from A to B. we ate blue cotton candy and called it sully. asan na nga pala yung picture ni kit? hihihi! hay nako. miss ko na din 'to. siya lang ang kakilala ko who listens to rooney and damien rice. and ashlee simpson.

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

the blower's daughter

this song is just so... *shivers* beautiful. shit.

the blower's daughter
damien rice

and so it is
just like you said it would be
life goes easy on me
most of the time
and so it is
the shorter story
no love no glory
no hero in her skies
i can't take my eyes off of you
and so it is
just like you said it should be
we'll both forget the breeze
most of the time
and so it is
the colder water
the blower's daughter
the pupil in denial
i can't take my eyes off of you
did I say that I loathe you?
did I say that I want to
leave it all behind?
i can't take my mind off of you
my mind
'til I find somebody new




we'll both forget the breeze, most of the time.
*sigh*