macci as the fairy godmother!
i am in love with my inaanak. her name's ishia, and she's the cutest creature ever.
she was baptized..... a lifetime back, i guess. i seriously cant remember. and since before, whe was a cute cute cute cute little princess. ANNNDD she really will be my princess. she's the first kid i've ever carried all my life, and i couldn't stop myself from kissing her rose-petal textured cheeks. ahhhh!!
i saw her pull a 'taray' stunt (aww,just like her ninang!), and she couldn't keep still at all and kept on walking (see??? we're so meant to be!). from the moment i saw her personality shine through.. i made a vow that i will spoil her! i want to be the cool ninang who brings her inaanak to shopping sprees and everything.
i cant believe i love her so much!! i cant wait to grow old and accuse her parents of some fictous crime and have her under my custody.
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i just wasted a day!
ten more minutes and my classmates would all be dismissed. as i said in the previous post, i stayed home today. ugh! boredom is not very good for me. sitting steady is unhealthy.
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we've done it.
we had our play prod yesterday. it was unbelievable. if i were to rate it, i'd give it a fair 85%. i expected 40% though. C:, but the competition's so strong. oh well, atleast we had it over with. but the choir did suck. we're just not close.. its hard to be 'perky' when you're not very comfortable with the people you're with.
oh well. am i tired. i needed a very well deserved rest, which is why i didn't attend school today. i dont think ill miss anything important, anyway.
what a lame day!
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comparison
friends are like wine.
the older they get, the tastier.
they can also be furnitures. new ones are really cool and interesting, but antiques are way pricey than the new collection since they prove to be sturdier, and they have all the priceless sentiments and memories.
goodnight, pau. see you this summer, i guess. C:
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barbe presents: broken pieces
progress??
our play, 'broken pieces', is starting to actually progress. and that, three days before the actual presentation. and i want to point out the verity that we have been practicing for more than a month already and this is the fateful day that our pklay didnt actually seem truly like broken pieces.
i've never been as busy all my life. and guess what? im enjoying it. i'd probably be a REAL workaholic when i grow up (oooh... i'd love that!), well, if i find a job i actually enjoy. but seriously, pressure almost all the time does me good. it makes me do my job better. well, it doesn't apply to the play though.
good luck to mil, she happens to portray a lead role, which in my opinion, can only be liven up by her and no one else. (no flattery!)
good luck to prasad and lally too, who ae also playing lead (grabe! i have a barkada of really talented people!)
andd good luck to me. please dont make me suck, god! my job, by the way, is to be a perky little elf (or fairy, or leprechaun, or whatsoever) who sings christmas carols in a manner only mad people sing.
who cares if our play is fucking wholesome... we'd make it work! we might even win because of it! (ha! fat chance! :P)
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what's happening?
i dont like it.
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am i a private person?
well, yeah...
that's the lesson i've mastered this year. the intricate art of secrecy. i've learned how to keep things for myself for the longest time and not broadcast it to the world as i have before.
look how i've changed!!!
anyway, besided that... hmmm, i have to say i loved this day. it's how my typical days went back in the good 'ol days. bwahahh.. being a senior sucks. i miss junior year. it was exciting and different. i guess id be a loserih freshie again next year. why does everyone have to go through that shit?? bwahhaha... oh well.
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bull.
how i wish i get paid for writing all these bullshit. that would make me so stinking rich i wouldnt have to get off my ass ever in life.
im weirded out this past few days. i've been crying my eyes out for reasons that are well, resonable, but i just cant say it outloud. what the fuck has happened to me? to everyone? why cant i just say it?? becasue im a pretentious bitch and im dying because of it.
ive been crying, and that's soooo not me. i never cry. i have the heart of, i dunno, a rock??? welll, i cant even go to sleep. and the only way for me to sleep properly is cry until my eyes get tired and all i can do is close it.
im troubled. fucking troubled. and ive been hiding it for too long. i dont want to go wearing the emotions, fears, worries, and the problems on my sleeves. i just want to keep it inside until it self-terminate.
everyday, i laugh and make jokes but barely talk to anyone anymore. ive been like this for a looong time na. noone sees it, and sometimes i forget it. but when i get home, hahahaha, i thought i've already ran away from it, but surprise surprise! i haven't. i want to leave highschool behind. all the secrets and plastican and hatred. angst, pare... stupid angst. ha.
bull. hahaha. yeah, bull.
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57 more years to go
my lolo turned 73 today.
and he's still goddamn healthy. goo thing he stopped smoking 10 years ago (i can still remember hiding his cigarettes from him. harhar).
it would take me exactly 57 more years of living to reach 73. what should i do in 57 years??
hmmm.. i would like to travel. be successful in whatever field i decide to focus on. if im lucky enough to have family with the right guy (;p), i'd be living in a small 2 stor house with a big garden with a hammoc and a white labrador and a white cat with half a dozen kittens. if i don't, id be living in some modern pad with a no-carb content fridge and a reallly cozy couch with lots of pillows and a heavy blanket and a sleek feline and be barely home because of all the work and all the shopping i have to do.
i'll give 10-20% of my salary to charity (if i have the guts). i'd have fun being 40 more than being 23. i'll read lot of books and be really aesthetic. i'll try to be into sports too.
i'll go to paris one of these days. i'll go to beach often. treat my mom to coffee more than twice a month. watch a movie with my dad. i'll learn how to use chopsticks properly. i'll learn how to give myself a neat french tip.
i'll write better too, instead of these nonsense. :P
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angels.
just a short story.
i was in greenhills with my friends the other day and there were four excess slices of pizza. the slices are huge (i lack the capacity to consume wholly a slice). since they were all on diets and im simply full we had the slices packed for takeout. me and hon decided to take it even if we're both not hungry at all (well, im not hungry! and knowing him, he probably is. but o well, lets continue the story).
we were both not very benevolent in matters concerning charity we had no idea how giving food away worked. we went to the streets and looked for greasy looking children. no luck.
on our way to the other side we saw a messed up kid in the bridge. one arm was cut and he had no legs, or did but both didn't serve its purpose. he was the perfect picture of disabled.
and since pao is a wimp, i bent my knees and asked the kid:
"magisa ka lng"
"opo"
"saan mga kasama mo"
"wala po akong kasama"
"kaya mo tong buksan" holding out the paper bag
"opo"
i gave him the bag and told him to eat well. that was sure to fill him up for a day to three. "he probably thought we were angels," pao said when were walking to the aisles of tiangges. well, yeah.. he probably thought we were angels. i thought so too.
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assholic parental antics
my dad just cut the landline extension to my room.
"why!?!??"
"because."
wow! that explains a lot, huh?
i can not contemplate sensible reasons why they'll take from me my already limited internet accessibility. and now i have to blog with this lap top in the messy, scary and uninspiring environment called the library beside my 5-year-old 14k pc which is in the peek of 'paghihingalo' because it has been gobbled up by virus for the seventy-eighth time already. oh please! the temptation to smash the monitor with the keyboard (both of which are far from properly functioning), even if i did share wonderful high-technological memories with it, is becoming very overwhelming!.
why did my dad have to take it away?? is it because i have been spending 90% of the time in my room instead of the usual 75% when i discovered that i can ever so easily sneak the laptop in my room? well that's true, but it isn't sensible. is it because having the freedom to surf at night is liek giving me the freedom to watch porn? oh puh-leez! right, that's actually a very parent-like reason, but can they not see that i am not like that? and dear readers, fuck off, you know that im not! is it because they fear that i might be chattin up some guy at night? is it because the electricity will go up? is it because their saving me from my addiction to late-night-till-dawn phone marathons?! ugh! whatever!!!
these are the real-life assholic parental gestures which produces a child that holds grudges. and i will hold this grudge until i finish college, get a job, and have kids. they've taken from me the liberty of being well-connected. (okay so it's a bit exagerated, but im still pissed off!)
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