keira
har de har har...
found a pic where keira knightley's head is, like, swathed with acne. she's tried to cover it up with foundation or concealer, but to no avail, click here for THE image!
gosh. i have to cut down my cynicism, dont you think?
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updates
1. i just read louise plummer's "The Unlikely Romance of Kate Bjorkman" and as usual, my response when the conflict arrived is bawl silently in the comforts of my bed. the slut of a bestfriend of the protagonist snaked his man away. i hate it when protagonist's men are taken away.
2. cj was here. exciting, huh?
3. fucking virus feeding on my laptop. no idea how to fix this. norton isn't working. unable to download avg. help
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depression
something must be wrong with me.
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it's nearing 2pm and i haven't washed my face yet. i've just finished brushing my teeth less than 5 mins ago. i've been awake since 10am. this should be like a crime, putting you hygiene off and doing everything else (like blogging, reading, talking on the phone) instead.
just finished alex garland's The Beach (which was turned into a movie starring Leonardo DiCaprio). modern young guys do write different from girls. older people really write much more poetically. i doubt you know what i mean by 'poetically' though.
so, as i've said in the previous post. this pc is fucked up. it just crashes when you least expect it. and my limewire is nonfunctional. i can't download kazaa. even my ym's being such a bitch.
btw, i owe this blog some publicity.
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lately, richard's been making me fucking sick. he's being difficult and buggy, and over-all such a pain in the ass. we almost hit it off before he began being like... this. oh, crap.
but i stil love him with all my heart.
richard's a laptop btw.
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novelette
so i've printed my 'novelette' albeit unfinished. to my surprise, it reached 50 pages!! i never thought it would. i knew, though i denied, that it would pass 20 measly pages.
could you believe that?? 50 pages, and still unfinished. there were parts that i hated and parts i so ever loved. i felt pissed when i was rechecking/reediting it kanina. i ultimately hate it when:
1. i overuse a word.
2. when i cant find the best word to suit what i want to express.
3. when it lacks poetry.
4. when it's too cheezy and giddy.
5. the fact that my vocabulary inventory often stuff unused words in the back and i forget to use it when best ought to.
6. when i confuse the word 'their' to 'there'.
7. when i have to create my own words like 'consciencesual'. why can't they just simply exist??
8. using parethesis
9. reading them outloud and having the syllables jumble themselves up
10. cliche`s.
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gloomy sunday - lyrics
Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless. Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless. Little white flowers will never awaken you, not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you. Angels have no thought of ever returning you. Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday.
Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all. My heart and I have decided to end it all. Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad, I know. But let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go. Death is no dream, for in death I'm caressing you. With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you.
Gloomy Sunday.
Dreaming, I was only dreaming. I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, dear. Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you. My heart is telling you how much I wanted you.
Gloomy Sunday.
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austin scarlett
"No matter how much I try to be plain, people don't accept me, so I might as well be fabulous."
-Austin Scarlett
For those who have no clue whatsoever who he is, i am suggesting you watch tv as i am learning to do so. it's quite a feat, mind you. but kind-off worth it. though i still prefer this blog, laptop, and several books over any glaring box.
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the beautiful flower of may
... yeah. that's me.
that's me, on aina's bed i think.
a blurry pic of me and our reyna elena's conventional beauty. that's the only half-decent pic my fone was able to take. sorry.
not that sagalas are modernly taken as a big deal though.
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boredom
i have just finished "The Last Boleyn" by karen harper because i was so very bored out of my wits today. my beloved sisters went ice skating and my mom and dad are of course scartching and scrawning their way out there for me to have enough money to waste. in the meantime, im alone in this prison of a house, not attempting to do anything worthwhile.
i will most of all never forgive a certain someone for getting himself grounded at the most inconvenient and scrutinizingly boring times. two weeks before classes and he leaves me lonely company-less.
perhaps, i should find company from others. old friends, new friends, almost friends or strangers none would do. i have become irrationally picky with the company i keep.
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don't you just...
don't you just hate long senseless updates?
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update galore
another summer project of mine aside from this insignificant blog and a failed highschool life scrapbook is this (erm erm!) novelette about an indie chick who snakes a costumer from her former barista job.
if i ever finish it, then it would be the first story i;ve finished for a very long time. currently, it's running 20+ pages. with several adult content and a lot of unmindful vulgar expressions.
even if no one really gets to read it, atleast i know that i finished something (not very productive.)
i had a fight with the ever so infamous paolo last night where i ended up crying and being really over emotional. i felt my heart break into half, as if an ice pick's being pushed in it. i dont really have VERY good reason, just reason enough for me to get depressed. maybe i'm using him as an excuse for crying because i have a very bad complex of emotion withrawal.
hours after the teary conversation/ debate/ DISCUSSION with him, it turned out that i just had my period. pms at it most typical.
i never miss arguments with people when i suffer pms. especially with him since we're a a pair of irrational love-sick loonies who communicates with each other 24/7 even if we live an average of 4.5 miles apart. he says there really is a big difference between normal macci and pms-ing macci. pms-ing macci's a reactive bitch who gets tipped of with the faintest sight or sound or smell or thought or touch of EVERYTHING.
i'm also being a photoshop version .7 addict. i am under the magical technological powers of my brand new personal computer. i haven't gone beyond 5-meter radius from my laptop in two days now. my head hurts because of the harmful computer rays and bacteria. and i just vowed to die beside my acer. my beloved beloved acer aspire 14", which i'm now boasting to the poor laptop-less people!
bwahahhahahahahahh!
i just had my warts removed btw. i used to look like a freckled monster and i wasn't able to wash my face for three humid summer days. imagein how i looked like--my face looked like a gonut's amazing glaze.
but i did look as goddess-like as ever when the scarwere finally scraped off.
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things i have learned today
1. the sexiest voice in the whole wide universe (aside ofcourse from paopao :* ) is jason mraz's.
2. you can store up to around 200 sets of brushes in photoshop
3. you should never depend on anyone else for your blogging needs
4. you must learn to use photoshop. it's as essential as ms word and powerepoint.
5. do not trust you instincts regularly
6. do not believe your dad when he says that you cant over-charge your laptop
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summer
how about a very good update for the very agitating avid blog readers and worshippers i don't have.
we've been to boracay last two weeks. it was, how do i say, hmmm.. amazing. i was stunned with how commercialized it's become. you do know im a sucker for commerce and modernization, i mean i am a self-confessed materialistic bitch, am i not?
i did utter "OH MY GOD" a bit loud enough to turn several heads around. my mom called me an ignorant prom-di, or just something as harsh. o well, gawwd, i didn't expect to find a ferris wheel in the middle of the beach, omfg!
and the beach was very pretty. the water was as clear as they said it was, and the sand had the quality of fissan powder, only an a little much finer.
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after that almost week long stay, i'm back to this downtrodden city life. which means lying in bed half the day and equally distributed for net surfing time, using the phone, and complaining about the fucking heat which successfully fried my brain!!!!
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babooshhhh
goodbye spuquc.
i haven't officially given up on you yet.
i was too lazy too do so.
i give up on every unmended relations and unlearned lessons or whatever. please dont ever hang around the vicinity of my too good for you brain.
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new blog
i have spent exactly 48 hours on fixing this blog. yeah, i know it looks like coca-cola, but i think it's cute. and i did it myself, thankyouverymuch. not a little helo from anyone at all! plus, it's not one of those downloaded blog-layout-shit which everybody can have. this is me. alll mee.
i tried to make another one and it can be viewed here someday if i get it fixed. i'm just too tired to work pa.
bad news: i have to manually type the post title since it doesn't work in my new layout. i have no idea, why, but, o well. i did it! i did it!
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found a new blog group to stalk.
... what're with these people??? how could people so jologos be rather good writers?????!
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my imitation of angelina jolies humanitarian-ness
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on love
the last actual gossip i have retrieved regarding my sister's love life:
i was on my way to my room when a friend of her's asked her what it was with her status. i don't really snoop, seriously, and i knew i could just pass this up. i mean, it can't be that serious, can it? and behold, her stat says: "How do you know when you're in love?"
you are in love when you admit that half of the cynic-inspired theories about love you've claimed before are pure bullshit.
no, love is not a power play, where the winner is the one with the wittiest strategies and the loser is the one who's stupid enough to follow their hearts.
love is about not calculating anymore, like who loves who better or the chances of breaking up or compatibility.
love is when you have your period, he understands you fully and still loves you.
love is carrying you on his back from one floor to another.
love is sleeping beside you with his hands on your eyes so that light wont get in your eyes.
love is allowing you to spend quality time with everything and everyone like your goddamned sisters and goddamned laptop.
love is waiting for an hour and a half in the street corner to see you for a few minutes.
love is never allowing you to go home alone especially when its past 5:30pm, even if the sun's still high and bright, enough to scorch your skin.
love is never getting bored with what you write, be it doodles, letters, articles, stories or testimonials to other anonymous people.
love is getting giddy when you realize how sexy his voice is when you wake him up in the middle of the night.
love is making you feel a spoiled brat but not allowing you to eat chocolates and sundaes when your throat hurts.
love is making kissing noises on the phone.
love is managing with just 45php.
love is the dellusion that you are the most beautiful, smartest, funniest, sexiest, talented, sweetest, fragrant smelling girl in the world. (even if you're monstrous, moronic, corny, dysfunctional, rudest, and hasn't brushed your teeth yet.)
and even if you very much want to,
love is never having to say you're sorry.
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