BARBIE PINK AND SOMETHING MISSING

I have yet to share with you guys the photos from the KSK party. Maybe I'll just link you?

I woke up to a very bad dream this morning. Kind of like a reality check. I have not updated this as much as I usually do because I have been picking on my planner a whole lot lately. Things that pop into my mind--things I dare not share, but will take a photo of but make sure to blur some things.

It seems like my Barbie Pink lipstick is taking its toll on me. Here are some photos from Photobooth. Just thought of sharing since I have nothing decent to share, my mind is filled up with hazy.


Wore an oversized Zara shirt and a Darkwhite ultra-ripped jeans to Tito Davis' party while ago. I also Tweeted about how much I had fun with my cousins.


My tita suggested that I cut my hair short--she claims that my hair is too long and does not fit well with my face shape. Mom's thinking about it. What do I do?!


See my lips that is full of Barbie Pink?

Update real soon!

PARTICIPATE, I WROTE THIS WITHOUT EDITING, MY HANDS HAVE BEEN POSSESSED BY MY MIND. IT'S 04:13AM

I have spent the last ten minutes trying to remove the tiniest piece of paper that landed on my Mac's keyboard and through and in the G keyboard. I obsess over the smallest things--this previous one, having to check on Harley (the worlds cutest puppy) constantly, running around the dining table 14 times (which might have been mentioned one too many times in my back posts), and a whole lot more.

Just a random thought while I was brushing my teeth, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Glasses, check. Skin, ew. Pimples, nothing new to nurse. And then, I have the most brilliant question to ask you. Side note: I read your comments and questions forwarded in my email, thank you. I just do not know when I will be able to comment back.

Back:

Have you ever had this feeling? Something that when asked of you, there are no definite words that could best describe what you feel? And all you can give is this...

1. It's when you've bought a new alarm clock. Set the time for alarm at 5 am. You wake up to a call from your friend asking where you are, you're late for an appointment. It's 8am. You've overslept. The batteries died;
2. It's when you're excited for lunch. You're hungry. You haven't eaten breakfast. The line at the cafeteria is too long. You order a rice meal. There's free soup. You burn your tongue from too much excitement and hunger;
3. It's when you've won an award at the VMA's this year. You're up on stage--your moment. And someone grabs the mic from you;
4. Or it's when you've believed in something all your life. Everything goes well for you. You know it will happen. And then comes one instance. Just one instance that makes you believe otherwise and realize that the thing that you believed in all your life is just something close to fairytales. Fairytales are just make-believe.

Have you had any of those or at least close to the ones mentioned above? Share!

SEE

Photo by my cousin. I just added the stamp. Forgive me for being so emotional, I blame the hormones, AND NOTHING ELSE.

KSK

I am in my dining room like a tape rewinder as I try to look back a good 9 years of wonderful friendship. Ups and downs—happiness (to have found the perfect guy, to have seen the most ridiculous hidden talents of each one, to have finished highschool together, and most importantly, to have found each other and build a friendship that will last a lifetime and beyond) and mourning (over jerks and bastards who are also known as “ex-boyfriends”, over caring grandmothers, over a brilliant father, over a loving mother, and over an awesome brother). These are the ups and downs that I could blurt out, in this case, type, in one hit.

KSK

I met Karla when I was in the third grade under Ms. Godoy’s class. The good ole days of Chinese garter where I was the “baby” and she was the “mother”—this line can surely sum up my friendship with the very tall friend. She is straight to the point, never misguided. Opposites are what we are—I am the very perky one and she is very controlled, that is in terms of actions. Observe us one day and you will probably wonder how on earth do these two people remain friends? But I guess our differences, spoken, settled, accepted, or shrugged, are the secret recipe that make us stronger; to understand each other. And that, I would like to believe makes our friendship intact.

Triva: She never hangs up the phone without saying: I love you, Dude!

I met Shai freshmen year in highschool. The demure one. The silent one. Brush and mirror in hand, a perfect combination. These are the two objects that could symbolize the person that she is and our awesome friendship. You know when your hair gets tangled, you run a brush through it, but still have the ends tangled? That is when you need to separate the tangles with your hands; again, you run a brush and have the perfect stroke. I usually have my ends tangled; split, even. I tell Shai via Plurk or Twitter. The simple way of untangling with hands and the way Shai tells me that “it is gonna be okay” are of the same effect—simple but you get something deep out of it. Look in the mirror and you will see yourself; look harder and you will see a different person, someone incredible enough to conquer anything, someone talented yet humble, someone strong who has yet to realize that she is.

Trivia: She is the founder of MVID.

I met Kat the same time I met Shai. She was and still is the most responsible out of all us. Homeworks done the night it was given, projects done a day early. The usual jolly person greeting you, almost jumping up and down, as early as 7:30am. I get a little worried and always get fidgety when I know she is not her usual self. The cause is mine to keep, I choose not to disclose any information about the whereabouts of her heart. Fast forward to the time both of us have been waiting for. Driving to meet the rest of our friends, top down. Of course, we do not put the top down because neither of our cars have a top to begin with. I tell her something, she listens, I talk more, she tells me what to do, I process, she is quiet, I sigh, she smiles at me hopefully, I look up to the night sky, she looks at the rearview mirror. I agree silently when I look up to the sky. She watches out for me when she looks at the rearview mirror—no exchange of words needed.

Trivia: She is the head of the text brigade.

To their friends and loved ones: they're celebrating their birthdays in one night! PLEASE COME and show some love! I know they deserve it.

SO I TRIED THE MOLE THING

What do you think?

WHEN I WAS 15 I'D SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS

For so many years, I have had a picture of me at 20 catching a movie, grabbing a late night dinner, on a picnic, even. With you.

No, I have not pictured what you look like when I was 15. No. It was a vague image. Too blurry enough for me to make out your eyes, nose, lips, and ears. But your hair, oh your hair, I have pictured and permanently scanned in my mind.

See, the problem with this dream is that it is perfectly planned out. I have momentarily gazed out the car window, spaced out while Oops! I Did It Again played on the radio.

I mapped out the routes and took notes of the good restaurants we would dine in. Laugh and smoke our hearts out. But then I never pictured you as a smoker. Neither myself. But I thought it would be cool if I pictured you and I as smokers. Downing red wine after our home cooked dinner. I burnt the steak. And you, with a sweet smile ate it as if it is the most delicious thing you have ever tasted. When we were stuffed, you say: "Oh, the steak was grilled the perfection." So was our future. We would sit in our green couch and I would make you listen to Cruisin’ because I would then claim that this is our song. We listen to it for more than ten times in a row with no complaint from you. But when your favorite teams are playing for the championships, well, that is a different story.

Today, as I write, I am 21. I have never had that. My mom and I had a good talk about guys. I can never show one. Maybe tomorrow.

So, here I am listening to Interpol’s Heinrich Maneuver for the 97th time. I am throwing away my maps and dreams and pictures of you in my mind. Maybe tomorrow.

STAINLESS STEEL, SILVER MECHANIC ON THE GO

You know how it feels when you are caught in a moment and then you blink. GONE.

I had fun pigging out this week. Wednesday lunch with Bea, whose birthday is today, Toni, and Eleu. And last night with my cousins, Michelle and Clara. 32 rolls, baby!

I have not been in the mood to write anything pleasant. I mean, I am usually not the type to just blog about my current activities--blogging every minute. Don't you think it ruins the very idea of blogging? Again, "I woke up today with... and I am thinking about doing this... My boyfriend said..." Of course, I do not have a boyfriend but you do get me.

Also, I have not been able to answer and thank you for the very kind (and some harsh) questions and comments forwarded in my email re: my posts here in my blog. I will sometime soon. It is just that I have not been able to find my niche in life that I would want to share to the cyber world.

See, this is one of the many posts and promises that I have swore over. Thank you, boring me.

Excuse me for saying this, but I am kind of giddy because I can already smell the Christmas air. Maybe later, I will post photos of my day trip to wonderful Quezon, Wednesday lunch, and Friday dinner.

Meanwhile, I am left alone in the house, while the rest of the family tire their feet from roaming around and shopping for stuff--hopefully, they get me at least 2 items.

I am writing this in one blow, like a punch in the head courtesy a cruel enemy.

What else is there to talk about?

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P.S.
The title of this entry is copied and taken out from a spread in a magazine that is flopped open. I dare speak.

ANOTHER SOUL IN HEAVEN

This morning, I woke up to several texts from friends saying that Mr. Alexis Tioseco died of gunshot wounds last night. And so we then again think, another good man has passed away to escape this cruel world. God has spared him from all the evil worldly cares and brought him back home.

He was everyone's favorite film teacher at the University of Asia and the Pacific.

We all hope for justice. Click HERE to know the full story.

Rest in peace, Sir Tioseco.

"I WAS YOUR FIRE ONCE"

Last night (or should I say the other night, coz it is already the 30th), my friends and I went out for dinner for Shai's birthday at Mr. Kurosawa, Eastwood Mall. You know how much I love my friends? VERY MUCH! It is ridiculous how much I depend on them. Of course, we headed to Bugsy's for late drinks. I went home late, which is not really part of the plan. It was quite eventful, you see.




I am currently counting the hours to my trip to Quezon for my Grandparents' 51st anniversary and also to see my dad. So I am very excited. Today (or awhile ago), I had a shotgun bonding with my sister, Zia, who I think is born in the 80s--I do not think of her as 6 years inferior to me. She gives me good advice. We hung out at Starbucks, did a little shopping (mostly for our yayas and our driver Tatang's children). I also gave P50 to two sampaguita vendors (one who, might I add, gave me a little bit of a trauma because she cursed me before due to the 15-peso change I gave her).




Now I leave you with lines from the song I am listening to.

Parker
do you remember
how i carried your heart
and i carried it far
and i know
that theres no one to blame
its a sure given shame of my own
that you dont..
remember
-- Parker, Automatic Loveletter

My cousin, Lela Plurked that I listen to Unhearted by the same artist.

P.S.
I did not bother to watermark my photos for this entry becauseI HAVE YET TO LOOK FOR A DECENT WATERMARK APPLICATION. SUGGESTIONS?

MUKAMOLABKO

Mukamolabko by Franco and Trizia Lim

We made this shotgun. To no one in particular. Comment if you must! Chords are by Franco, btw. Isn't he genius?



Song written by me and my brother Franco. Chords by Franco. This is just for fun and the lyrics aren't meant for a particular person. Ha ha ha ha.


MUKAMOLABKO

bakit tuwing tayoy magkasama
ikay nagmumukang jokla
ichura mo, mukang multo

bakit naman tayoy wala na
ikay lalong gumaganda
pinagsisihan ko
na wala na tayo

bakit naman akoy nakita
ang dami naman
nagkakandarapa
sa iyo... kasi ang jeprox mo

ngayon naman ikay handa na
sa muka ko kong mala diyosa
oh diyos ko, bat ganito

bakit ngayoy tayoy wala na
hindi mo maalala
ang pagtitiis
sa muka mong....

hayaan nalang kitang pumila
magdusa ka sa kanila
oh ang long hair ko, love mo ito

ENJOY!

BUT OF COURSE

Credit: Zia Lim for the eye.

I AM A BOY TODAY

So yesterday, I felt like a boy. I took advantage of the sun because it does not seem to rise when I want it to.



I love the acid wash jeans I got from my good friend, Bea. Visit and shop HERE. These shoes, I got last week. It is my new favorite. Obviously, you cannot see how gorgeous and down-to-earth they are because of the exposure but trust me they are. Harley seems to be attached to me and I to him. He follows me around like a puppy, which he is (and I fail to keep that in mind and accept the fact the he is).


Toying with the mask I borrowed from my brother. I wonder if it would be weird to walk around with it. Let's see. I apologize with my stringy hair. I had a haircut today. Could not stomach imagining it short. Chopped off a quarter of an inch. Well, I tried!

A-PREEZEY AND A-TRIZZY

CHANNELING TAYLOR SWFT AND T-PAIN. WOOHOO.

I'D LIKE TO THINK THAT BOOKS HAVE LIVES TOO, BREATHING AND SMILING

Sometimes, I would give the rain a chance--a chance for it to be appreciated by yours truly. Tonight, the hard rain is something that I dare not like. I think about the houses made of card board boxes, ones that are near the creek along Araneta Avenue. The rain, specifically that one that is pouring mad as I type, can be so unforgiving! Probably a sign from the heavens to, I don't know, stop being so cruel? Hmmm.

A whole LOT has happened this week--things that I do mind sharing. So, never mind. However, I would like to share a piece of my priceless possessions.











I may have over... I lost count. Can you? I spent exactly 3 hours wiping each and every one of my precious with a damp cloth (with alcohol, of course). All are plastic covered and most of the spines of my books are not broken. I only have about three that's broken. Weird. And also, I wrap my books with plastic cover with no scotch tape involved. How do I do it? Hmmm. Magic. I still have to go through the same process with my Archie Comics, that is over 300 pieces. Numbered and covered, too.

I lololololove my mini library. It is the one thing that I come home too in my most stressful self. I look at it, admire it even, and everything just falls into place.

I am also proud of the Best Actress award from ROC Playfest '07. Sweet Jesus! This is my sanctuary! Go through my library and you can see the kind of childhood I had.

Follow me on Twitter! Click HERE. I had to secure my Tweets because there are a lot of mushroom followers, mostly bad, bad ones, like porn sites or something. So, check your followers constantly, they made have a penis in hand in their profile photo. Eeek!

THE SUN IS UP

It took an hour before everything dawned into me. I felt faint. I have been waiting for this for a long, long time. Mmmmkay!

YOU WILL NEVER GO OUT OF TUNE BUT WHEN IT COMES TO THIS... UM

I think that Twitter has got the best of me. And Plurk, too, which I am gonna be over and done with some time soon. Because of these social network sites and the microblogging it offers, both have overshadowed my blog since I am always on the go--or I would just like to think so. It has been a habit for me to go on mobile and I do not consider myself as a madwoman, a partial one, no less, to blog on mobile. I carry a notebook around with me so that I could scribble down random thoughts that pop out of nowhere. See, even passersby inspire me to: one, ridicule them (i.e. what they are wearing but mostly about how lovers go by, like those in movies) and next and last, think about my blessings in life--my family, my friends, and the list goes on.

Geez, that was quite a ramble on, even for me.

Flip over a new page, or better yet, tear that. Change topic.

I have been buried alive with books that I have bought over the past week. It is amazing how books can take you everywhere, be in someone's shoes, page after page after page. It made me miss theatre, the adrenaline, most of all.

I started to think of the most painful thing, instance, moment, that Claire (a college student, taken for granted by her true love, gave so much but never appreciated--but then again, what is 'so much'?), turned her back and let go of the person who she thought was the one, which I commend her for because she did it for herself) and Gail (a young mother, a wife, who has got the 'everything is going according to plan' but OOPS, am I happy?, perfect house and perfect husband with a young bundle of joy, lives in the moment but caught up in the past, kind of like Claire, waiting for Fred Astaire). The common denominator? Every girl's story. What do you think?

IT IS NOT EVERYDAY THAT YOU GET TO COPY A TWINPIRE

But today is the day. We all know that copycats do not succeed, I am one myself. I know that I did not give justice to the outfit but hell.


I love how this outfit implies: I've no care for the world, I am drinking my coffee. I do not know which twin this is, do you?

This is my take. I tried to "make it my own" by adding a few accessories, still no justice. I am a copycaa, a fairly lousy one at that but hey, I tried. I mean the twinpire is THE TWINPIRE. And I? I am just a lone copycat, no cent as compared to the original. In case you were wondering about the construction site, which I obviously took advantage of (just to have a dramatic location), workers are repairing broken cement at the roof deck.







We went shopping awhile ago. Thank you, Mom! I bought a whole lot but this has got to be my best buy. Skinny jeans with zipper detail from Zara. PERFECT FIT. It is made for me! Excuse Dumbo, intention was to show off the best jeans in the world.

ONE LITTLE TWO LITTLE THREE LITTLE DIMWITS

I threw a silent bitch fit in the restroom earlier today, right after I turned in my test, which I studied for (yes, I do study). A herd of dimwits were hogging the bathroom's mirror. I placed my laptop and bag by the sink. Dimwit #1 was combing her hair. My advice: wash it a hundred times, your hair smells like a moth ball. There was a little space in between her and my things and I practically shoved her. It was my turn to hog the mirror. Dimwit #2 was praising herself with a pat on her shoulder because she has finally sported Blair Waldorf's black tights, short dress, and headband. Excuse me, you little twit, that phase was out, so never walk around like you are born cool because clearly, you are not. Dimwits #3 to #88 smelled so bad I wanted to barf, I could have sworn Dimwits #6 and #67 farted. I could not take the coolness of it all anymore, I had to leave the restroom. Since I was having a really bad morning, I stepped on Dimwit #1's foot. I did not say sorry, she did.

Thank you.

LET ME DECONSTRUCT CERTAIN ELEMENTS

I missed Diane and hanging out with her over coffee awhile ago brought nothing but the old times when we would both take a break from studying. She is done and over that agonizing phase in her life, which seems to last over a lifetime. I, on the other hand, still have one year (hopefully one year, so let’s get it on!) to endure that phase. I am not so sure if Thursday’s test is just a test or a midterm—either way, preparing for it for a week would seem to be the best thing to do and right now, I am more than ready to take it. Although I am taking it on the DL (down low, FYI to those who have not encounter the abbreviation, I AM TOTALLY KIDDING), I cannot stomach those people who claim they “did not study” but ace the test. I will prepare for this test because I have more than just a wake up call over the past week. I had several that hurt, like slap on the face, which hit hard enough for me to land on the floor.

On a lighter note, it seems like the anorexic phase of the teen kingdom is out as FOOD TWEETS and PLURKS are next IN thing today. Ergo, goodbye diet, hello cholesterol. I will take my time to get my mind set on the diet. I love eating so beat that shit. If that time comes, the diet I mean, I will grace each and every mall in the Philippines draped in nothing but a wisp of sheer chiffon. I will be sexy. Yeowch!

On a much lighter note, I have almost half of the money I need to get a new phone! I tormented my Tito Darwin with guilt (and my Mom, too) and persuaded him to the deal of the century. I am not in a hurry though. Pop just bought me a new phone but STILL. It is quite good to have your eye on something. “Eye on the gold, bring home the bacon”.
This is such a long entry and I am sure I have bored you enough. Wish me luck on my exams on Thursday. Pray for me, I’ll treat you to coffee. Oooh, that was a bribe. But seriously do.

So there is not even an ounce of International Eco in my system. Okay, I exaggerate. I am way behind schedule due to DVDs and just sheer slacking off, which I think is very clever of me, confident, even. I hope I do not fail my test on Thursday, after which, I will celebrate like a 7-year old girl--candies and balloons.

On a much lighter note, Tito Darwin has promised something very dear! I am too excited to tell! When he visits Manila again, I will get a hold of it. I hope it is very soon!

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