WE MEET AGAIN

After 7 years. :) I've missed you, Guys! You've no idea.

SHOW ME HOW

You know what they say, the strongest, most comical and outrageous people you know are the ones who are weak deep inside. It's not that they deliberately and intentionally blind themselves of the fact that other people exist in their "perfect, happy world". Truth is, they see you. They think about you constantly. They imagine leaving their "perfect, happy world" in exchange for yours. It's not that they weren't there. They're just too scared to admit it.

CROO.

I've been meaning to upload this song that I made. Oooh, it's the one that I mentioned in a blog posted earlier. Like I said, I haven't written the verses yet, so all I have here is the chorus. Tell me what you think! BE nice though. HA HA HA HA.

No Title - T

Cheerios!

BRIDE WARS

FUNNY! We were taught that it is IMPORTANT to treat ourselves to something nice after a hard day's work. It's been a looong time that I went to the movies with friends until last Thursday, after International Economics with Sir Jimmy. Bride Wars at Shangril-la with Abby, Anj, Danica, Kinah, and Jess. KAGULO phase. We stayed in Starbucks, Pearl Drive after to study. Never ending, mukha na kaming reading.

I stayed in tonight. I'm halfway done through ComPol and SPEC. Yay! I do not cram anymore (at least for the past week and hopefully the next and the next and so on).

I am a victim of prank calls. I think it's because my mobile numbers are so easy to dut-dut-dut, you know. I'd understand Sun Cellular, as it is unlimited calls 24/7. The problem is, prank Sun Cellular callers wouldn't STOP bothering you and you'd be forced to answer them prank callers. I answered and said: FUCK YOU, PATHETIC LITTLE TWIT, GO AHEAD AND KILL YOURSELF. I also learned to divert the calls to 911-11-11 and our phone number in Baguio. There you go, no more prank callers. See, I'd understand Sun, but Globe and Smart, tangina nalang ha?!

Very weird post but I am on break so I am free writing.

Cheerios!

P.S.
Looking forward to another hell week. Ang dami nag-cut sa IPE.

GAMEFACE

ON.

CREATE POST

Aside from the unusual (not complaining) 0 degrees, IPE makes me shiverrrrrr. HA HA HA.

Mr. Avila: ...Mag-kawaay talaga si [Stephen] Krasner saka si [Susan] Strange. You know, Strange wrote an article, "WAKE UP, KRASNER!"
HA HA HA.
Cris Gonda: Ish, yung kay Krasner: "I'M AWAKE, STRANGE!"
Even more HA HA HA HA.

I've been meaning to print old photos using a Canon Selphy printer that I never knew still existed and is cool, as well. BUT, it prints photos straight from a Canon digital camera--no editing, no retouching, ONLY trimming (pina-sosyal na CROP, or CRAP. HA HA HA). It's Diane's birthday today and I plan on giving her post card photos, or at least I planned to. So, I ended up printing 3 UNEDITED photos because I don't know how to transfer edited photos from my laptop to my camera's memory card. Help??? Or hindi talaga pwede?

I wrote another song, well, a chorus--6 lines, to be exact. I sang to it, GOODLUCK. It's been a looong time since I've used GarageBand. It's really fun to use, so you go get a MacBook. I just felt like writing a few lines, but I ended up mixing instruments for the background music or melody? Um, what? Basta yung tunog ng song. It's based on a friend's story.

I am talking rubbish.

You know the rooftop scene? I will write something about that.

Cheerios, Papitos!

P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DIANE IBAY! (Click on the link, go bother her, or leave a message/greeting on her tagboard!)

KEEP IT UP

What keeps me up? Cigarettes and Neon Moon by Brooks and Dunn. I've been listening to it non-stop. Download and enjoy! And then I say, no pun intended. Kanta lang ng kanta.

Goodluck to me. I hope I survive this week. :|

HAPPY 41ST, MOMMA!

I LOVE YOU.

DIGGING FOR YOU

I am desperate. I have been sleeping right after sunrise for weeks now -- talk about taking advantage of the break. I've been lying awake for an hour now, staring into nothingness. My laptop, I already stashed away thinking that it will help me gain back, what is now foreign to me, "normal". I am now using cel in making this entry. I put my iPod on shuffle. A game that I usually play. I've gone mental, forgive me. Another half hour has passed and my player has been playing 2 of 5787. I'm amusing myself with a scene on my mind. A music video in which Chad Murray -- "Michael" has been scap-d since we got together in 2009 (it's 2010) -- and I star in. "Perfect Grave" by Social Order. A bit too whiney for my taste but at least I get to be with Chaddie.

Ew. I've gone mental.

YOUR SHIP IS HIGH

You know the saying, whatever it is that you do, have, feel, and all the possible verbs you can think of on New Year's Day, you will innately possess all throughout the year? I scheduled myself -- even if I'm on break, and I'm the type of person who'd take advantage of ANY break doing whatever -- to start doing some school work. Walang ka-bibohan involved. FYI: my blockmates are way ahead of schedule, but in my defense... NOTHING. OK. I just got lazy and I think I'm losing my "drive". SO... I started with my planner, which I claimed from Starbucks, 2 weeks after the promo started (thanks to school, Starbucks has had more than a few drinks per Pol.Eco. student). Here's to creativity all year round! Not bad, eh? It's kind of festive on the eyes. These are just magazine cut-outs of what I intend to stand up for (verbally), especially on the month of January. My mission, as is Hilary Duff's, END HUNGER.

I'm trying to look for a decent video of Flickerstick's "Smile" on Youtube. FAILED. It's been stuck in my head for awhile now (I haven't listened to Flickerstick in months that I decided to amp my iPod). What's good about them is their variety of genres (from alternative rock to pop) and they lyrics to their songs (well, you can just make up your own "meaning", talk about being true-blooded artists, letting their audience decipher the underlying meanings of their music).

Okay. That's it for now. I'm hungry. BAAAH.

Cherrios Papitos! 

2009

I just had 7 Hereford Sausages, fresh out of the can and now I'm dizzy (due to the oil intake). Before anything else, I just wanna wish my two friends, Triccie Baquiran and Angela Villavicencio, a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

2009, let's start the year with a good laugh. I got this from my cousin's Multiply site. I edited the photo to make it the real deal. KUNG SINO KA MAN, MAHIYA KA! HA HA HA HA!

I AM LAUGHING MY BRAINS OFF AS I TYPE!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

BEFORE NEW YEAR'S...

I WANNA SAY SOMETHING PLEASANT...

FUCK YOU ALL.

POVERTY ON CHRISTMAS DAY

I just finished working my through this album in multiply. I just got the photos that my dad took a few hours ago. 

Here are some of the photos. Imagine seeing them up close.

CLICK, 'COZ IT'S WORTH IT

I wrote about Christmas Day in Quezon (entitled: UNTITLED). I didn't have the photos with me before. I uploaded them now for everyone to see. Nakakaiyak.

It's in my facebook, so no worries about having to reveal your identity in viewing. I just want you to see. CLICK HERE.

DON'T RUB IT EEN

Ib and I were supposed to hang out with Franco and JB at Four by Force, which is a cool place to drink and chill with friends, by the way (located at Granada St. (?), near the parols). I don't mean to rub this "een", Ib, if ever you're reading this. She lost her wallet with 5,000 in it. I just travelled to Marikina (with Tatang, of course). Fun night with the Badet. Just get ready for the emotional blog entry in the latter part, I am just thankful for our friendship. BADET FOREVER.

Marcos Highway seems never ending, especially on the way back to my place. Christmas lights along the way were only but a few. Does that symbolize how lonesome people are this Christmas, especially all the single ladies? (Put a ring on it). WEH.

There.

Don't rub it "een". Never mind the people who forget about the past. It is an act of cowardice, these people would only get items on sale in a super market, like canned goods. People who choose to do otherwise will get good stuff in Bergdorf's and Barney's.

Here's another thought.

When people say, "we know each other all too well"... Does it mean knowing each other really well or just choosing to believe that you actually know each other. It's a battle between knowing each other in moments of hue and beyond that.

All these are what we talked about. Sort of a sum-up.

Cheerios!

UNTITLED

On Christmas Eve, the whole family feasted on food that could last us for a week and handed out gifts wrapped in pretty gift wrapping paper. There were no carolers outside, considering it was 12 midnight but we could hear the children lining up.

Christmas in Mauban will always and forever be FUN, plus some other MIXED EMOTIONS to complete the baggage. Since 1988, the Lim family has been giving a one-time dole outs to people who are not so blessed in life. An apple, an ABL shipping shirt, and money (they started with P10 in 1988 and escalated—a new word in my vocab, I intend to use this in everyday conversations, get ready IPE!—to P50 this year). Almost 2,600 people—children, grandparents, and parents, lined up outside our house this year for toys, old clothes and toys, an apple, P50, an ABL (credit: Albert B. Lim, my Kong-kong) shipping or a Skippy shirt for the little ones, which is truly bongga (the Skippy shirts, I mean)! Kidding aside, these kids will work their way through the crowd, fight danger even—climbing up the pointed rails of our home in sheer desperation just to get what, fifty-bucks. While I was busy, giving plastics to the kids whose smell I wouldn’t usually let pass (thanks to my colds, I got absolved from it, but that’s not my point), it got me thinking how much pride parents, especially fathers would have to put down while watching their hopeful children accept these things, when in truth, (or just what I know of) they should be the one providing these things. I mean, in the world that I know, or choose to know, these are just things that are handed to us, these things are complained about, “just 50 pesos? Anong bibilin ko, candy?” or “ayoko yan, hindi branded!”

Reality bites. Hard. And as much of a cliché the saying is, it is true. Go to Mauban on holidays. Hear the children cry in agony because others are stepping on their feet. See the grandparents faint because of the stampede that the children caused.

The gates do not open until 8:00 am.

BC CHRISTMAS PARTY

The best Christmas Party ever! People were down with alcohol--thanks to Sober Club. Thank you, one and all. I love you! (Photo credit: Original photos form Shao and the doodles are by me using Apple's Paintbrush)

START A NEW FASHION

Wear me with attitude, one that will last 'til next season. I am vintage, for a lifetime and beyond.

But sometimes, we need a time out. Just don't treat me like a worn-out overalls you use when painting the roof, one that you take out of your attic once a year.

PACK UP AND GO

Yes, I wanna pack up and go (not Hanson's Get Up and Go). I've no inkling as to what holds this packing and leaving bonanza, but all I know is I want my own apartment and have a hot roommate. Okay, STOP.

Happy Holidays, everyone! Have you gone Christmas shopping already? I know I did. And more? Sure.

BC Christmas party later. 

Cherrios!

P.S.

Senseless. My deepest apologies.

BLACK LISTED BY SHAI DELA MERCED

Gorgeous dress by Shai Dela Merced. The next big thing, as Karryl puts it. This was shot in DLS-CSB, S.D.A. Building. Good thing we had a free cut in IPE!

FIRST TIME

I think it's the first time, at least this sem, that I slept at 11:00pm and woke up at EXACTLY 4:20 am by 3 alarm clocks, which I thought was impossible for me to do. I've never woken up by an alarm clock EVER. So, it's a first, literally. Okay, I have to read.