can I go to California with Kyla?

I hate it.

I hate hate hate it.

The idea of another friend leaving me is really making me die. God, why are you doing this to me? It seems that You're making me realize that I don't need friends, or people don't need a scumbag in their lives. How pathetic.

Kyla Bianca Patron will be leaving the Philippines for good in...6 hours. I've got 6 hours to kill, so why am I not using it? Oh. Because I'm fed up. I'm fed up with all these people leaving me here in stinkin' Philippines.

I don't get it why I'm bawling and wailing right now. It is either I'll surely miss Kyla because a good friend like her is a rare find,,,or I'm reminded of what R exactly did. You people just don't like me.

But I'm so not in the mood to talk about it right now. Maybe some other day.

Bye Kyla. I'll reaaaaaaaaaaally miss you.

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I've made it this far. and nobody cares.

tch. Who would've thought I'll made it this far in school with teachers who are so irritating? Yes, bungholes. Hurray!

It seems that I'm wanting things that doesn't really make any sense. Like for instance, I really really want a Faber-Castell 48 coloring pencils to death. And a pair of glasses for my nearsighted eyes so I wouldn't have to copy my notes from someone else's. And a new lock for my locker that has this vault-style extravaganza. And a new Nike bag. And a new Nike wallet, even though I don't do wallets. And a new iPod, because my Nano is so last year. And a new Macbook Pro, because it's so gorgeous. And a wireless LAN adapter to go with it. and a wireless router for my room only. And lotsa-lotsa more.

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Ever since this year started, I'm feeling old. Like we have an authority to do things or something. It's really unexplainable, but now I have to be ready for some new changes. It's very much like..'Hey, I've finished my sophomore year notso smoothly, so why worry?'. But, it seems so unbelievable that we will soon be leaving St. Paul. Noo. I so don't want to leave high school.

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I am such a gut. It seems that when I'm bored, the first thing that comes in my mind to do is to STUDY. yes. you got it right. STUDYYYYY. I love studying.

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Oh no. Next week's the GIFT thingy. No more early dismissals! dammit! I've made a really wrong decision in choosing Digital Imaging as my first choice. Isn't it obvious? the picture above is just the most screwed-up thing I've ever made besides to the ripe nuggets I've cooked earlier. I should've picked swimming instead. 'Sana may screening! Para sa 2nd choice ko sana ako pasok!' whatever.

violent reactions? nah. just plain old tantrums.

School started out just fine and guh-reat. I wasn't as nervous as last year's, but I wasn't as confident as any popular kid would be. I knew that people would all be screaming questions at me of why and what I screwed up my hair. And it all began with my voice perplexing loud to Marty's face:"Di ako nagpa-thperm!" Oh moma.

We were all ordered to get out and move towards the Gym, through which we'll be greeted and welcomed ala Harry Potter style...with the 4 year levels representing the 4 houses, the Gym as the magical Great Hall and Sis. Agana as Albus Dumbledore. Forgive me. I've been watching too much Harry Potter movies these days. But it will be sooo cute when that really happens.

I liked everything except for these things.
-Our temporary/permanent classroom is half of demo room god-knows-what number. The stupid features? We get the sink, the gas range, no lockers, uneven seating arrangements, the noise of the other half of the demo room and the room itself is just too damn cold.
-Boring but really hard subjects.
-Boring teachers.

Same-same. At least we're not in e-class and our adviser's normal for that matter.

ookay. I've done a lot of homeworks already..studied...stuff stuffs...so now...quiz time!

You scored as English. You should be an English major! Your passion lies in writing and expressing yourself creatively, and you hate it when you are inhibited from doing so. Pursue that interest of yours! English 100% Linguistics 92% Journalism 92% Philosophy 83% Sociology 83% Theater 83% Psychology 75% Engineering 75% Art 58% Anthropology 58% Biology 50% Mathematics 50% Dance 42% Chemistry 33% What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!<3) created with QuizFarm.com

English? Since when did ENGLISH became my expertise? Oh yeah, like, right now? Eew no. As in, noo 'effing way. (haha. reminds me of my musical classmate.)

Now here we see a very unexpected result of a very blah-blah quiz. I so can't believe this. I'm still waiting for that moment in my life when my dad will officially be proud of me because I can program Java faster than him, and this all falls down.

You scored as Mathlete. You are a mathlete. You wear your calculator with pride. Hardcore. Mathlete 100% Gamer 75% Computer Geek 70% Nerd 65% Sci-fi nerd 15% What type of nerd are you? created with QuizFarm.com

I'm such a goofball. Everyone in my vicinity calls me a stupid ass in math and I got this? Way to go, fool.

And this...this...all I wanna say is...THANKS DAD!

You scored as Computer Geek. You have worked on a computer or two. You know your way around the inner workings of a computer. Computer Geek 90% Stick to your day job 5% Computers Nerd Test? created with QuizFarm.com

okie. you people can now conclude that I spend too much time in quiz farm. stop. stop.

And then I decided to change my layout.

Enjoying the new Beavis and Butthead layout, bloggy? Good, because I went through a lot of trouble to make it.

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It's kinda official. I'm in room 6 AGAIN. After the delirious year of being a 2-6, here welcomes me a 3-6. I hate hate it. Just the 6(sexiness? ha. whatever.)-iness, not my classmates. Well..uhmm..okay. So some of them.

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To really ode it to you, bloggy, I'm not feeling the back to school essence. I know there is this essence wherein some students get really excited, and start buying school stuffs and there are those who grumbles and calls for another week of 'summer' vacation. Like hell I care if you guys start buying your bags out. My mom like bought me a school bag in the last week of March. Just tad too early. This brought me to great misery. 'Now what am I gonna do now?'

It's the numbest feeling you could get, not feeling that next week is the week you'll be starting to waste another year again, that is. It really hits me that even if I and some people try to study and try to make up for our parent's money spent on the humongous tuition, we just can't do it. I don't give good advices, so I'll just leave it here with two head-panging and stupidity-activating words:DAMN IT.

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I'm starting to realize that I'm such a pig turd(oh wow. it's about time.). I mean, what can I do?
I can't:

-cook (I hate fires.)
-iron out clothes and hair for that matter(I so hate fires.)
-kill cockroaches
-be flexible (like my XXXXXL thighs aren't BIG enough)
and much much more.:(( I'm gonna die, I'm tellin ya. So soon, that I'm gonna go order my coffin tomorrow. I'll prefer a black for a color.

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Hmm. I went to Shang last Friday with Kyla and Monica. Took pictures with Volvo robots..watched the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious The Omen and went to the washroom after that. And stop. What went next? I'm really gonna tell ya. (oh yes siree, Monica. I'm really gonna go type this 'incident' here).

Monica and Kyla went in line for a certain cubicle in the washroom, Me, a very anemic person who's not really in the mood for pee at that time, stood at a corner very near the line[but I'm not really in the line. so just near it.]. I'm just staring at a corner when someone went asking if I'm in the line. I quickly replied my "NO", waited for 5 seconds, and decided to went out of the washroom. I went directly to Powerbooks to check if they have new books like the Charmed Thirds and stuffs like that. It took me 5 minutes to realize that that someone who asked me if I'm line is a celebrity. She's Maxine Magalona. har-dee-har-har.


I suddenly got the thought that I should've said my "NO" in my most celebrity-ish way. Like with certain hand gestures and voice tones. In that way, she would be interested in a non-existent conversation with me. Haha. akala. "NO" lang naman yung sinabi ko eh. parang may nabawas sa laway ko nun.

ookay. gotta go. gotta go cover some books.

Nifty.

Guess where I went in the past 4 days. Come on, guess. It's easy. It starts with a B, it's the summer capital of the Philippines and two words, Barrel Man.

Get it? Yes. It's Baguio. How extravagant. For that correct guess, you'll get a penis keyring. You can claim your prize in here. Riight.

Ok. So I went to Baguio last Wednesday with my aunt and some bunch of other doctors from The Medical City. Oh yes, TOTAL big time.

Oh, and what was I, a nobody, got inside a trip for doctors? FORRRR doctors? I dunno. I guess it's allowed for them to bring in their maids, so the niftiest aunt in the world thought of inviting me. She doesn't have her own maid, so she might as well bring her maid-looking niece. How tragic.

So, to summarize things up, I've enjoyed it. Not totally, because most of the time, I'd rather spent my precious time in the Hotel Elizabeth rather than going with some bunch of doctors going either to a convention or some wag-wagan(ukay-ukay/shops selling used clothes) in front of Burnham Park. And you know what made this trip awesome? Oh yes. The Biggie treatment. We were treated as if we're kings and queens of some big island in the Meditarreanean. And everything else were free. All of it, minus the money spent on souvenirs, ukays, and extra food, in case we're in the mood to really pig ourselves out.

And another thing, I suffered a minor injury that goes by the name BUTTACHE/ASSACHE. I mean, it would be redundant if you're not experiencing it if you're traveling by land or air(I get really bad assaches on planes.)cause duh, where the hell would your butt be? on the driver's face, perhaps?

And for the record, I recieved over 70 text messages from 20 different people while I'm in B. How cutesy. But when I'm in Manila, I'd be lucky if I recieve one text message in a week. People hate me because I suck, but they'll love me if I'm in somewhere really far from them. As if I have this contagious disease. Mrf.

And if there is any doctor who is currently reading this filth right now, you guys can't really persuade me into being a doctor/nurse/red cross volunteer, or any humanitarian work. I hate saving people's lives. I just do. What's the stupid point in saving them anyway? Why just can't they fic and save themselves? In that way, all of us will be happy. Screw you, Marvel Comics people.

Addicted.........again.

I so can't believe this.

I did it once, and surprisingly, I'm gonna do it again.

I'm gonna enter the ice cream truck(again!) once and for all. The thing is, it's his fault that he looks really goddamn hot last Friday. The competition day. I'm not gonna give you guys a flashback of what's happened, it's too ugly. But all I can say is, 'I got the silver and I just awed at the gold', wherein gold=The Holy Grail.

Well, true to such facts, that may be my last glimpse of what's like to be a swimmer. A true swimmer, that is. I'll never gonna be the Akiko Thompson I'm thriving to be. So, to cover everything I screwed up, I'm gonna go and pretend that none of this swimming whatsoevers happened. I'm gonna pretend that I had the most boring summer ever, and the most controversial of all, I'm gonna pretend that I never met The Holy Grail. Bye JP Foxx, I'll surely miss ya.

Since I'm really bored, I'm gonna do some Fact and Fiction thing. This will be fun. I hope.

FACT
-I'm a loser.

FICTION

-I seek popularity.

FACT
-This week will be the only week this summer that

I'll not be thinking of things related to swimming and
swimming coaches.

FICTION

-I wanna go swimming..again.

FACT

-I haven't losed any weight.

FICTION

-I don't want to lose weight.

FACT
-R thinks that I should go to the US, too.

FICTION

-My dad thinks that I should, too.

FACT
-I miss my friends.

FICTION

-My friends miss me too.

FACT
-I'm addicted to Final Fantasy X-2.

FICTION

-I'm turning anime-ish.



ciao everyone.

pffbt.

oh wow. today is like, her birthday.

I'm officially 15 todaaaay!! Like hell I care. I'm not even feeling that it's my birthday today. Look, how many people writes in their blog on THEIR birthday? 1, me.

To complete the anti-birthday essence, I've pleaded to my mom to not let me a birthday thing. No foods, no whatevers. I just want people to treat me like I did something honorable this day. For example, my siblings should let me play GTA San Andreas for this whole day, since it's MY birthday or, people shouldn't insult me or anything this day, well, because it's my birthday.


I'm gonna go to Kyla's party later. Which leads me to end this non-existent conversation with you, bloggy. I've to find the gift she wants on MYMYMYMY birthday.

hapi burtdei hapi burtdei...hapi burtdei oyen........=c

bararaf.

woah. tis too much.

I, a bitch, got accepted in a swimming competition. How random.

But whatever. It's good enough to know that I'm finally good at swimming. FINALLY.

I have so many dilemmas right now, that I haven't updated this blog for about a week(like hell it even matters. nobody reads this anywway.), and my birthday is coming up. And not surprisingly, I can't feel the stupid birthday essence, if there is, really.
WHY?
-training. training. training. Just plain stupid training. But I'm enjoying the other benefit it offers. THE HOLY GRAIL.
-Kyla's notso-birthday party on MY birthday. Okay, this is soooooo..i dunno. Kyla Patron's birthday is originally on May 10, but, as it turns out, she's celebrating it on May 20, on MY(note: mine. not her's, but M-I-N-E)birthday. That suckity suck suck like ass. One big, fat, juicy ass.
-My dad told me to buy the laptop I'm craving for on June, in time for school days. Now nobody's getting me a birthday gift on MY birthday.
-I've been overlaying my stupid Friendster account for 2 whole weeks. It's like it's the only thing that matters like hell.
-Me and The Holy Grail are having a rather "cold" moment. Whereas cold is equal to mount Everest times the new girl he's also training all over jealousy.
-No birthday party, because, the birthday edition of Grinch just stole it.

And the only thing that's keeping me alive now is R's voice, singing."Wowowee..sinong di mawiwili...dahil sa game na to ay di ka magsisisi..". So now, I'm therefore concluding that it's bye-bye Holy Grail from now on. I've suddenly woke up and realized that I've been sleeping in the Holy Grail's ice cream truck for too long, and I gots to stop it, before my brain freezes. It's not the jealousy, it's R. R, you rock my world.

I'm suddenly addicting over The Apprentice. Donald Trump's wig and awkward way of talking keeps rattling my head over and over again, and so is the usual "___, you're fired.". I got addicted into business-y stuffs which is NOT a good thing.

I'm getting my hair done tomorrow, just in time for my birthday eve. Let me put it to you this way, bloggy. If angled bangs looked REALLY good on me, I'll take the whole joining-a-swimming-competition-this-summer seriously. VERY seriously. But if I'll honestly look like a stupid hedgehog, byebye HG from now on.

HECTIC!

OMG. I swear I thought I'm gonna die this week.

What made me think so? The stupid HTML Overlaying in Friendster. God heard my muttering prayers everytime I edit my profile. Can't they think of another way to show creativity and mastery in web development here? I was really astonished to see the bold and linked letters in the Bulletin Board in Friendster saying something like "Hey! I've seen the coolest profile ever! Check it out!". Of course, like any other selfish and curious brat, I checked it out. It has these profile links and an Overlay Generator link. Expecting nothing really good, I clicked the first link and what i saw next made my mouth drop.


I'd never-ever-EVER seen a profile that is SOOOOOOOO professionally and at the same time creatively cool. It's not the same format as to friendster's. He modified the whole friendster concept. And now, what he did is known as HTML Overlaying. In which overlaying is modifying the whole script of a certain webpage. Woah! I didn't know that you can do that in Friendster! Friendster sucks!

But my view of it change when I saw other overlayed profiles. A lot really made my jaw drop, which made me go to a conclusion...Hey! I can do that! So...after 1 week of not going to do this blog for a visit, cramming up 'til 3 in the computer and brainstorming stupid Javascripts image slideshows, I can now say that my profile is OVERLAYED. YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY is all I can say. So let's just hope that they won't suspend me or anything, since they suspended the guy who started it all. Hm.

The 1st week of May didn't have a birthday effect on me. I was too crammed up and wasted to plan for my swimming party. Nobody's gonna go there, so why plan? But Monica insisted me since she's desperate to have a summer getaway other than going to Pancake House in SLEX. That suckity suck. So, for now, I'm still NOT planning. I'm too excited to tell you guys another plan.

My swimming lessons finished itself off on last week. Of course, I went really balistic because I won't get to see HIM again. The Holy Grail. But, like any other problem, I found a loophole through it. I WILL GO SWIMMING AGAIN, and I'm gonna start in the 3rd week of May, the week of my birthday. Which means, he'll have to greet me one way or another, which is YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY. I'm so desperate.

Hey! Check my Friendster Profile!
http://www.friendster.com/profiles/akosibarok

Another Motherfucking Escapade.

I swear I was really wasted this morning when I woke up. My extravaganting plan today: To devastate my coach's and my life by cancelling my swimming lessons t-o-d-a-y. Oh yessiree, I'm not on the mood to swim on a saturday. That sucks.

Anyways, I went straightly to the computer, as always, to have an awe in the inbox folder of my Yahoo account. 10, 799 unread emails and 6578 bulk ones. Shitty, I checked all the boxes, delete, go to another page, delete, and another, and another and another till I get to fed up or something.

But then, something really awkward happened. While I was brainwashing my sister to join me later in to telling my coach that I can't go butterfly-ing today, my mom suddenly opened the door and said.."Magbihis ka, bibili tayo ng bago nyong sandals ngayon. Dali." I was completely dumbfounded. It took me merely 5 minutes to realize that what she said was completely true. Not that I was coming to the conclusion that my mom is such a liar, but the idea of shopping in a very random day is really gonna pop my brains out. Yeah, if I seriously have one.


I hurriedly took a very cold shower and dressed myself. I knew exactly where the hell we are going. All flip-flops at Glorietta. Uh-Huh. Trust me. My mom has been talking about it for the gasjkfgajkfillionth time this month. And not that I'm getting fed up or something-but I really found the idea really cute. As in mother-daughter cute.

As we dropped of my sister for her last summer class ever, we zoomed off to Glorietta. When we got there, I was suddenly annoyed at the stupid "Jammin with the Disney characters" poster that extended itself in the whole mall building. I swear it was really pathetic to let the Filipinos believe that:

-Those people inside the Disney character mascots are really not Filipinos or someone cheap in particular.
-All the cast members are freshly exported from the Disneyland HK.

Remember, pathetic-ness is not the keystone we're all looking for.

As I was saying, it took us merely an hour to find the stupid shop. Sheesh. I don't even want a new Havaianas flip-flops anyway, so why would I let my calories burn into seraching for the stupid sandal shop? Jeez.

Alas. We finally found it. But the shop's not yer opened. People were already lining up into the entrance of the stall like it was some disco room and a really cute guy was standing in the entrance with this pole that has a blue line that extends in another pole. He then serves as a bouncer. No kidding.

I thought that those 4 other people who are already lined up are those who are extremely addicted to Havaianas, so my mom and I decided to just eat first. And then after we ate at Oody's, my mom wanted to go to the Landmark to go shopping for her business-y needs. I shrugged that one off, because she promised to buy me the bluetooth dongle I've been dying to have since forever.

And after 30 gruelling minutes of shopping nonsense, we finally went to the All Flip-Flops, to find a line outside the shop. I did the absurd face again to my mom, which simply interprets "umalis na tayo!". And at that very point, as I joined other stupid flip-flop fanatics who are lined up outside, I concluded that..I HATE FASHION SHOPPING. I really really really do. I mean, Hey! I can like, buy a PC peripherial with a 900-peso pair of rubber sandals that you can really buy at a 50-peso rate at Banana Peel or worse-the market. I easily scodded explained this to my mom, which is explaining me how killjoy-ed I am. I swear I'd rather wait in line in a scaddy and small gadget shop than in a small and un-air conditioned rubber sandals shop, which makes that triple stupid to go shopping for something you can buy half-price at a cheapstake.

I later found out that they let people inside by batch. I mean, 5 people first, then 5 again. I guess it was their technique to avoid stampeding or something since the store is REAAALLY stuffed. I went to a corner and found the pair of rubber sandal that I want. It's the cutest thing. A Havaianas Cartunista flat sandals. It's really cool, with cartoon drawings on the sandal board. I searched for the biggest size, waited for my mom to pick something up, picked something up for my sister, then we drifted up. Easy as that. And with the summed up total of P2950, I searched something in my digital-ized brain for something nerdy that I can buy with that sum of money.

"I can buy a dvd-cdrw for my hard disk with that sum of money"I blurted out as my mom curved the corner of c-5.
"Tch. Parehong-pareho talaga kayo ng tatay mo" she said as she manuevered the car easy right.
"uhh. at bakit?" I asked as I munched my Kissables.
"Puro mga di importanteng bagay lang ang iniintindi nyo. Ang boring ng buhay nyo"she answered.
Geez. Here-Here to that.

As we picked up my sister at school, we drifted up home. And I remembered something that I really need to do for the day. And omg to that. one word. COACH.

Before my mom could drive the car right to which our house resides, I blurted out that I need to go to the clubhouse to cancel my swimming appointment for the day. And when we got there, I hurriedly got off the car and enetered the clubhouse to look for Coach Rudy. Hell, I don't even know why I was looking for someone who is not my coach, but that's what came out of my mouth as I saw "the penguin" residing in front of the clubhouse office. Of course. I'm expecting him to recognize me or something...so here's what happened.

Me: "Uhmm.. Asan po si Coach Ru-"
The Penguin: :"Ahh...si Coach JP? andun sa office."
Me:*shrugged off*

And when I entered the office, countless OH-MY-GOD's filled up my whole body. There he was, the Holy Grail, dressed in a sleveless green top with denim capri's. I have to bite my lip to stop my mouth into forming an "O" in front of him.

The Holy Grail: "Uy, oh baket?"
Me: *muttering* "uhh..di ako pwede ngayon eh..uhhm.."
The Holy Grail: "O, bakit?" *looking really surprised*
Me: *muttering badly*"uhmm.. may pupuntahan pa kasi kami eh..uhm."
The Holy Grail: "So, kelan ka pwede? Bukas?" * looking really eager or excited or something*
Me: *reaally muttering badly* "Uh...sa Monday na lang...uhm"
The Holy Grail: "O sige. Monday. Thank You"
Me: *feeling really sick* "okay. bye. thanks.*

TCCCCCCH! I'm so sick.

Sorry for this really long entry. I've been totally psyched into writing my goddamn thoughts and waiting for them to be hacked or something.

Uggh.

And the dilemma starts......now.

I have 3 more days to prove to my coach that I can do ALL the strokes and special whatevers I've learned throughout the 10-day lesson in a glance. But since I still have problems with my diving, I have to keep my mouth shut.

I've finished reading the The Da Vinci Code yesterday. Yes, I was about to make a spoiler, but I got soo lazy that I decided to just do it another day. I've made a draft of it somehow, but that is not really much of a help.

My aunt invited us to go to Star City. I wish I declined the offer, considering that the place is giving me the creeps. I have a friend who went there and got his new and spanking phone stolen by a couple of "invisible" persons. Of course, that won't probably happen if he had put the cellphone in the underwear, like most students in school do, but he's to smart for that. It seems that if any of my gadget-eers got stolen or lost, I swear I'm gonna need 243982689 boxes of Tylenol PM in order to put myself to sleep. Of course, how exaggerated is that. But I'm tellin' the truth. I didn't have myself a cellphone for 10 months, but now, my phone and I seems inseperable. And like my phone, my iPod and I are inseperable too. I bring it to my swimming lessons everyday even if I seldom use it. And like my iPod, my PSP and I are inseperable. Yes, the thought of boredom makes me die.

The emotional problem starts when someone starts asking someone if that somene can court someone. You gotta get the logic.I swear I don't know what the fuck is happening to me. My face is all fucked up everytime I think of this, like Lilly Moscovitz's "spotted owl" face in the Princess Diaries. Is it over for us, God? Why are You giving me another moron to make my life miserable? Oh, because it IS already miserable. Thanks, God.

My picker-upper for this gruesome week is:

take your taste back
peel back your skin
and try to forget how it feels inside
you should try saying no once in a while
oh once in while
-My Heart Is The Worst Kind of Weapon(Fall Out Boy)

French Fries

I'm learning a little bit french as a chapter of The Da Vinci Code passes by. So, to learn more french, I decided to study the language every single day. And the first ever French sentence I've made that has truly a little bit of sense is....

J'aime Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soi?

That is truly sad, I'm tellin' ya. That made little sense. The english meaning of that Moulin Rouge sound is.."I want you in bed with me this evening". How tragic. Another one I've learned is...

Je allume avant de quinze ons entrez trois suante. Sommes toi piet pour cadeau?

Well, that is not sad. I've made it up using my French senses. That means "I will be 15 years old in 3 months. Are you ready for my gift?" Yes, a solid winner. Gold Medal on Table 4 please, and make that reaal gold.


The reason behind my sudden interest in French is The Da Vinci Code and Sloppy Firsts. I've suddenly realiized that French is uber-cool and uber-romantic. It's much cooler than 'friggin Polish. That language suckity suck, I'm reaaaally tellin you. They have this letters(or symbols or whatever.)that you change the pronunciation. No, not French style. Alibata style. But still. I hate Polish. Remember that.


I still can't get over the fact that my swimming whatevers will end on Saturday. I want to do it again and again and again and again until the *toot* and I are that close. No offense to everybody who thinks that having a crush on someone who very much looks like an ice cream vendor is the cheapest thing, but I'm really starting to like the guy. So, sorry to that. I'm always getting this stupid nervousness when the hands of my watch strikes to 4:30. Oh, no! 30 minutes more till we'll go trying that hard dolphin glide again and he'll be smiling to me and I'll be smiling too because he's so cute when he smiles and he'll start making me snort or laugh hard and I'll snort and laugh and mumble words and when he ask me what was I mumbling about I'll say "wala" and I'll go gliding again and we'll swim happily ever after.


Yes. I wish. Je aiment ma prof familier.... hahah. translate that if you can..

One Challenging Dayyyy....

I was bewildered to the fact that I have a fever. Yes. It's been a year since I had one, and all I had suffered is a stupid diarrhea.

The reason or culprit behind my fever-time-in-summer-time is the foolishness I did last friday.
Di kase ako nagbanlaw kagad. Yan. But yeah, I have to be well TODAY, since I won't get to swim tomorrow and see the Holy Grail that the pool has to offer, the *toot*. So, 5 more Biogesics on table 28 please-that's a to-go to you.

When I woke up yesterday, I was shivering like crazy. No, it's not the work of the gushing cold air in the air conditioner. It's just really me. My body was aching like crazy that I can't even move my right arm. But still, I remembered that I have to go to Tommy's birthday today with Kyla. My conscience was killing me like Bezu Fache was doing to Robert Langdon when he made Landon his primary suspect for killing Jaques Sauniere. Enough The Da Vinci Code. My mind is fighting over 2 things-to go or no to go-that is.

But I decided to go instead since Tommy is such a great friend I'm thankful for and my energy will be tested if I can make it to Antipolo with a 4o-degree temperature without fainting or something. Yes, we have to commute all the way.

I don't really want to narrate the whole birthday escapade to you, bloggy. But all-in-all, we took 6 jeepney rides and 4 tricycle bumbos. All in a day's work.


Someone just invited me to a date. A date seems an awkward word for me, so I rejected the invitation. But whatever. All I'm excited for these days is my birthday gift, my birthday that will suck ass, and my swimming days. Of course, I've got 6 days more to show my competitive skills to my coach, but I'm sure it won't be the same without going to the clubhouse at 4:30 and staring at his bulge in his trunks when he's teaching me and going to Monica's house and laughing and enjoying the night all the way. I'm suuuuree I'll miss those times. why does it have to end anyway? Sheesh.

I'm feeling cold and sad.

Blank. Blank. Blank.

I soo-wear that I'm having a crush on my *toot*. But let's push aside his macho-ness and Jamie Foxx. It's still giving me the creeps.

So far I've managed to learn enrich my skills in such strokes I've learned before I've started. I finally did that tumble-turn and twist after a lap of freestyle, then go swim breastroke and tumble-turn and do my last lap of backstroke then period. That's it. I'm now learning the stupid dolphin glide that I can't really do. I swear. What I can do is the arm stroke of the butterfly...which is quite easy.

I can't even imagine why I'm suddenly having a fling with someone I knew back then when I was...5th grade? Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I'm having another lovelife. It seems that the one I had before with a certain someone did not work as he expected, so God sent me another one instead. But I can't really tell much about it.

I met someone new today. His name is Louie. He's a friend of Monica, Kyla, Bea, Kevin and other ironwood peeps(or so they call themselves in friendster,...."Ziga and Zweet". Yes, but still.) Kyla and Monica sort-of warned me before he barged in at 7PM-ish that he's green-minded, very much like me. But I don't give a damn about that. In fact, let's just stop it here.

When I arrived home, I was pretty surprised when I saw some unexpected guests in the living room. Oh, look just what my mom got me. Some people to be dismayed by my outfit. A NafNaf spandex shirt, board shorts, my black speedo's which still had the powerful stench of body-odoring chlorine, Banana Peel flip-flops and my Nike backpack is all I can say. The conversation with them took merely 5 seconds.
Me: Hi po.....(having some really nervous giggles)
The Woman: hello!(pretending to be really happy that she saw me.)
Me: (I started going upstairs to take a bath that is 2 1/2 hours late.)
Them: "Ay kamuka mo yang dalaga mo, Lani!"

Great. Just what I need to hear after I've just been eated by stupid chlorine germs...

aaargh. bitches.

I so hate 'friggin MTRCB. They're gonna ban the movie I've been totally waiting for since forever. No.No.No. What does this shit means? That the effort I've put into reading Dan Brown's FICTIONAL novel is uhh...nothing? riight. Those guys suck. Suckity suck suck.

Anyways, I've received the COOLEST birthday news evah. As a gift, dad will be giving me a neat laptop. Yes. Neat with a capital C. Hell yeaaaaaahhh.

And last night, I've been canvasing and looking onto some beefy laptops in the net. And to my relief, I finally found my soon-to-be laptop.
Presenting....my baby.

ACER TRAVELMATE 4101WLCI


- 1.6 GHz Processor
- 10/100 LAN
- 1280 X 786 (WXGA) Screen Resolution
- 15.4-inch LCD
- 256MB Memory
- 2MB L2 Cache
- 3.5mm Headphone Jack
- 5 Hr. Battery Life
- 533MHz FSB
- 56K Modem
- 60GB HDD
- 802.11b Networking Support
- 802.11g Networking Support
- Bluetooth
- DDR Ram
- DVD-CDRW Combo Drive
- Firewire
- Infrared
- Li-ion Battery
- Microphone
- PCI Express
- PCMCIA II Slot
- Pentium Mobile Centrino
- Pentium Mobile Centrino 730
- Touchpad
- TV / Composite Out
- USB
- USB 2.0
- VGA / D-sub Out
- Wi-Fi
- Widescreen Format LCD
- Windows XP

And can you believe that this bitch only costs P72,900? Yes, a total bargain. I can still buy a...PENTAX OPTIO WPi.........waterproof and a 6 megapixel baby!!! yep. I can now take pictures while taking a bath. Enough blasphemies.

Put Your Swimsuits On.

I started my swimming whatevers yesterday. I really thought that I would be the only one there, and no. But instead, I have 2 other mates on board. niiice.

I can say my first day there was truly tiring, but i sure did enjoy the fact that my arms would rip off any moment if do another breaststroke. But still.

And with the company of Bea, Kyla and Monica, the lesson did seem a little fun, with them making fun of the coach's wet spot in the crotch and me, dying of total humiliation. Yes, I can hear my coach's nasty grins on my head.."Hoy! 1st day mo pa lang dito tinatawanan mo na ako? wala ka nga kahapon tas ganyan ka pa? ulol!" Then again, it was he who has this nasty wet spot on his crotch.

I decided to re-read the Da Vinci Code. I just saw the amazing trailer that sent my hopes up of watching it before my birthday. I can't wait to see the video-sized version of the book, and to see if Tom Hanks is really a good Robert Langdon, and if that french Audrey Tatou is a good Sophie Neveu. Can't hold your pants for the movie too? Just check out the trailer. It's pretty damn good, it left me speechless for about 5 minutes, pathetically. I mean who would even know that the stupid search for the stupid code was that drastic? Smashed cars and windows are still sold seperately.

The Da Vinci Code trailer.



Enjoy.

Freakishly me.

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Monthity month month.

Marchy 17, 2006.

Yep. That's the day.

That's the day where it all ended. G'bye SY 2005-06. And it's been a month since that last day.

My last day of being a sophomore. My last day of climbing that 4th floor(or not.). My last day to NOT think about college whatsoevers. But then again, it brought me to great misery when I'm not occupied with something. But still.

It's been a month since that goddamn day and I haven't done any summer whatevers in my boring bitch life.

Ooh. And I forgot to write my end-of-the-year post. So I'm writing it now. Talk about tardiness.
OOOkay. Here goes..

This school year has been a blast very hard obstacle to get through with. Of course, I've been high to such subjects like Biology, Math and Journalism. And that didn't really help me to get my grades in those fields high or something. It just made me damned interested in writing goddamn essays and articles and study 'friggin Genetics. But still.

My classmates....hmm..they're good. I mean, I'm cool with all of them. I basically enjoyed this school year because of them. Oh well. Thank you 2-6!

To the teachers..well, you guys did a good job in educating us. Except for those bitches. And yo, Ms. Cusi! I SOOOO enjoyed math with you. It's just so sad that you'll have to go. But then again, that woul probably cause a good thing for all of us. Like what Jesus did! OMG! How holy.

SPECIAL MENTIONS:
*2-6
^Donna-salamat sa mga tulong na iyong binigay sa akin. I couldn't be much happier to the things you've done to help me in my school whatsoevers.

^Marty-salamat sa pagsama sa akin sa canteen pag recess time. Salamat sa paghinto natin dun sa stall na nagtitinda ng melon/buko juice para makita ang tinda nila. At pag walang swak sa taste natin dun, magtatanong ka sa akin kung anung gs2 kong kainin at sasabihin kung ewan at sa haba-haba ng pagtatanong eh sa bilihan lang pla ng roast beef ang tuloy.

^Rica-salamat sa mga pagpapatawa mo. natawa talaga ako. totoo.

^Ayu-salamat sa pagiging friend ko. Alalahanin mo ang step 1. STEP 1 MEHNSS!

^Karen-salamat sa mga matitinding bonding natin nung mag-seatmate pa tayo. naenjoy ko ung mga yun, lalo na yung bawal magsalita. Natutunan ko na madaling makakahuha ng pera pag tahimik ka lang.-riiiighht.

^Bianca-salamat sa pagiging co-Kumon ko-dati. Salamat sa mga laugh trips sa harap, pag-nag lelesson si miss. At tandaan mo ang quadratic formula.

^Cheryl and Alyssa-salamat sa mga times na natatawa kayo sa jokes ko. salamat din sa mga matitinding hairdo's na ginawa nyo sa buhok ko.

At sa lahat ng 2-6..... na hindi na-mention.. mahal ko kayo. As in MAHAUL na MAHAUL. Wag kayong magtaka kung bakit di ako naiyak nung last day. Di nga ko naiyak nung Passion of the Christ eh, un pa kaya.











*This was posted ahead of the date because the owner of this blog will be pretty busy on Mon, April 17. So deal with it, dawg.*

Maundy Thursday Blues

I went to Tagaytay this morning. And I'm not really happy to talk about it.

My mom said yesterday that we will be visita de iglesia-ing tomorrow for Lent. AND I COULDN' BE MORE HAPPIER ABOUT IT. Yes. I'm serious. I'm itching to get out of my jungle called home. Just so you know, I've dislocated my heart in my own home. So don't like even mention the "Home is where the heart is" saying to me.

In fact, I don't even have a single clue about what we're doing. For me, it's just an oppurtunity to go somewhere aside from my room, the computer place, the kitchen, and the washroom.

But oh-my-gosh. I didn't know that THAT certain activity involves going to 14 churches and praying into them( or in even some worze cases, you even go through the stations of the cross-but I'm lucky my mom was not in the mood for stations of the cross-ing.).

But of course. Really normal grandparents and parent would tell you beforehand what the hell visita de iglesia means, and then you can make a decision to just quit and stay in the jungle you're pretty much used to.

The elders like told me that we need to get into 14 churches when we are in the Pink Sisters' convent. And how many churches we've been to before that Pink Sister thingy? 4. yes. i knoww.

But even if I'm complaining about it, I secretly enjoyed it. Why? I dunno. Everytime we stopped into a church, there was this humongous feeling I have. Like, opening a present or something. And what was that feeling again? Yes. Total Excitement. I enjoyed talking to Jesus 14 times. Now that was something.

Oh, even if we all grew tired from all of it, all of us got to have an eating extravaganza at Jolibee. My mom was planning to eat at deli' france or pizza hut, but ALL of us complained that it will take too much time. But then again, why didn't we just eat at some fancy restaurant there at Tagaytay and not on a Petron Gas Station stopover? Hmm. dunno. God's will, I'm tellin ya.

Thinking that meat is not allowed today, I ordered the Bangus Belly I was cravin for. And what did they order? Fried Chickens. A bucket of them. I stared in dismay at my sister who was pinching a part of her crispy fried chicken and motioning to dip it in the tasty-looking gravy. Oh God. I seriously want to snatch it from her stubby hands and eat it full-heartedly. But I refused. In fact, I should be thankful that my mom was hungry too, because if she weren't, we'll have to suffer hearing everyone's growling stomach until we get to Manila or something.

I swear I'm feeling really Holy. Maybe I'm really a MIM(Madre-in the-making). Oh please, Lord...wag sana... I gots to go to mass. i gots to go to mass...

Really frenzy

Wanna know the reason behind my long-time-not-showing-up thingy?

Hulk Hogan, Rikku, Yuna and Pain.

Or in more intense words, Smacdown vs. Raw 2006 and Final Fantasy x2. Yeah. Pathetic.

The last time I played ps2 is at lexi's crib. That's it. But when my mom decided to buy another video game console to add to our stiffening collection, it changed. Oh my Golly.

The new ps2 is really really really slim, much more slimmer than the ps2 slim. I can see the flat breasts, and the abs. With its really smooth and dark complexion, anybody can mistake it for an african beauty,,,hahaha, NOT.

And that's it. I played Hulk Hogan vs. John Cena/Booker T/Ric Flair/Rey Mysterio forevah. From the moment the controller stood proudly in my hands, I never did remember that we have this desktop computer crying out loud, begging to be used. Na-ha, you say, but I swear I don't even know what will I do with this thing. ('cept for the internet stuffs)

I finally got my PSP back from the LSGH jungle. My mom went to my brother's distribution of cards yesterday, and his teacher returned the portable thing. Yeah, finally. I can finish off that need for speed underground 2 and final fantsay in my toilet.

Thank God I managed to lift up my grades up to 37 points overall. Then again, Why? hmmm,


okaaaaay. i gots to go. my sibs are begging for a special referree match with stacy keibler as the referee and john cena and rey mysterio as the conetnders. Oh yeaaah.