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.

Waiting in Vain

I honestly(and still)can't believe that I woke up early this morning.

I don't know. I slept like, 2 am last night and I woke up early. How devastating.

There are really freaky things going on in our house. And I'm not even half-joking about that.

I was texting and talking with someone lately(which means that the time was 1:30 AM). I was looking up to a number of one of my contacts, when suddenly,it turned into its camera mode. I don't know about it, but I'm sure I didn't press anything. I mean, why would I? I was copying a number and switch to camera mode? Ooh, yeah right.

Another incident happened when I was about to sleep. Since it was too cold, I covered myself up using my ultra-thick and comfy comforter. And what freaky and reaaaaaallly creepy thing happened next? Something suddenly started touching/caressing my hair. I was really dreamy at that time so I shrugged it off. How lame.

Last Tuesday, there was another creepy incident. At 2 AM, I was still doing some email to my dad, then at 3, I decided to hit the sack. I jumped to bed, and listened to some new tunes in my 'pod. I was belting out the chorus of Unpredicatble when someone(or something, probably) started 'shhhh'-ing. I turned off my 'pod and creepishly slept. I swear that was really creepy.

If you have anything, anything to contribute to my state of being bored, tag me.

Oh, Geez. What Could Be Worse Than This?

Have you guys seen the new Century tuna commercial?

The one where a girl and a guy starts taking their clothes off to reveal their inner sexiness by showing of the abs.

The abs, man. ABS. I'm telling you now that they're making my fat life miserable. My only..only sole plan this summer is to just cut down my fat body by doing advanced swimmig lessons. But they're making me do work-outs. I swear I'm not gonna do it.

Unless that stupid commercial will bombard me in both my dreams and life. Suckity suck suck.

Anyway, when I woke up this afternoon, ( I normally get off the sack at 12, all because of the stupid chant.."Game Ka Na Ba?, Game Na!", yeah. Thanks Kris for waking me up.) there was this ultra-stenchy smell (how ironic.) that entered my big nose. I swear that stench could've rip the hell off my big nose if I didn't have the stupid guts to sniff a baby cologne. The smell? Vomit-ish. Really vomit-ish I'm tellin ya.

Hmm. It rained today. Hard. But I wasn't suprised of this summer rain. I expected it weeks ago, when school wasn't out yet. I even feared that the La Nina news will not be true, because I've been telling it to people who have beach plans. Har-dee-har-har. Good luck to them.

The Most Boring Summer Evah.

I swear this summer sucks. Yeah, really.

I cannot do anymore things besides, surfing the net, updating this blog, watch tv, play ps2, eat, sleep Christ, that's it.

I've been begging my mom for swimming lessons that our village clubhouse is offering, but she's always blurting out.."next week na lang..." Geez.

I want to do Trigo reviews at school, but that will make me ultra-schynopschy nerd. I want to go work-outing, but that will make myself look really desperate to have abs or something, which I'm really not. (REALLY not.)

But I swear, if he's here with me, my summer would be ultra-cool, ultra-nice and ultra-lovely. Hmm, I guess if I'll book my a flight tomorrow to Ohio, then. note to self-I'M STILL NOT THAT PATHETIC AND DESPERATE.


I've recently read-for the quintillionth time-Second Helpings by Megan Mccafferty. I want to review myself for the upcoming release of the 3rd installment, Charmed Thirds, which will be on the 1st week of April. I'm so excited that I keep visiting Megan's site. You rock, Megan.

Marcus Flutie is definetly my kind of guy. Oh yes siree. He used to be a Dreg and all, but with an obnoxious and anti-skank girl like Jessica Darling, he has changed, not only for his future, but for his undying love to Jessica. Oh Christ. I swear I need a slap to my face to make myself come back. note to self-STOP BOOK REVIEWING. IT'S PATHETIC.


Which brings me to a another topic...the supposedly party last night at Lexi's crib. Hell, yeah. It was supposed to be a class party, but it turns out really..uhh..i dunno. I mean, I thought that the party itself would reaaaally rock and some earthlings called classmates would come. I predicted it that the party would just be a party of five....nah..a party of...11. Talk about shame. hmm..


Oh well. I gots to stop this. It's getting on my nerves that I couldn't write about something else other than my state of being boring in this summer season. Oh yeah. It's such a grrrreaat pity that others are enjoying the time of their lives somewhere while I'm here, being such a nomad and asshole because of well-uhh...nothing. Yeah, nothing at all.




to YOU: It's a pathetic sign that I'm missing ya, ya dreg.

ahh..the stench of summer is here to stay.

Finally, the school has finally ended without a bang in our heads. Yeah well, instead of a stupid bang, the screaming waves and loud water splashes our eardrums. Ahh..personification.

I really don't want to pursue this chart-ing like the one I did last year, but since someone insisted me to put the lotion on his legs, I will, ya goddamn bitch.

This one is not really a chart. It's just a simple presentation of opinions and ideas about this year's summer vacation.

WHAT TO DO THIS SUMMER:

Legend:

*-my definition

**-other's definition.

FOR NERDS:

*-mathletes. my kind of GUY.

**-stinky. too smart. with suspenders. nerdy glasses.

WARNING: You must enjoy the smell of wooden chairs and the sound of your brain chompig down that information. You must not be contented of the stupid quizzes and exams you did at the previous year.

-Join a review class in some school to enjoy your much-awaited information munching. Never bother to go down at the beach. There will be no information available for you nerdies there. Needless to say, if you really insist that you are a "cool" nerd, work out your bod for the whole summer to enjoy the stench of coolness instead of the usual pencil sound and smell.

FOR BITCHES:

*-feelers, anorexics and tanorexics and bullimics and other kinds.

**-the most common kind of wild creature available for free.

WARNING: You must bully other girls( or creatures, for that matter ) and be really bad to nerds, geeks, the poor ones and those that are not your kind. You must be skinny and somewhat filthy rich.

-I know that you are itching to wear that 'fuck me' bikini or show off that new belly ring you got with that extra-and-super-flat-with-ribs-sticking-out abs, but hey, take an effort to know that even if you are a bitch or a bad creature, there are other girls who are being hurted by the way you are wearing those skimpy and clad bikini's. Oh, you're probably just being yourself and wering what you want, eh? For that matter, be sure that you won't attract flies and bees and men's eyes.

FOR COMMONERS:

*-contented with how life goes.

**-not rich nor poor. Just right.

WARNING: You must have lived life into it's simplest and lowest form( i'm missing math.) evah.

You're not smart, but you are not dumb. You are not the quiet type, but you can be happy with yourself alone.

-Well, well, well. hmm.. You kind of guys has a lot of options to do this summer. You can go to the beach and wear your simple bikini, go to a review for trigo, or take up a summer class. It is up to you to choose anyway.

Well, that's probably it. Hope you enjoy your summer!

Since I'm really bored...want a gadget review? hahaha....no joke. just ask me through the tag board...okay?

g2g!

Stupid and Selfish me

I can't believe that he is not even here in my blog. I SO ca't daresay why.

From now on, I will not make anymore layouts or webpages. All because of you.

Well then bloggy, let me introduce to you my only love, R.
I will only give you a rare conversation of our *you-know-what*.

R: Uy..musta na?
Me: Wala.
R: Anong wala?
Me: Wala.
R: Ano ba. Ano ngang wala? Madaming wala sa mundo.
Me Tulad mo. Wala ka. Ikaw yung wala.
R: Pinag-usapan na natin tooo. Akala ko ba ok lang sa'yo?
Me: Ok nga lang. Ano bang sinabi ko?
R: Eh kase parang galit ka na naman. Akala ko ba * mo ko?
Me: Eh kase, parang wala. Parang ayoko na.
R: Anung ayaw mo na? Mag-iisang buwan na tayo eh. (whatever.)
Me: Anung isang buwan ka dyan?
R: Uhm...Feb 4? Remember?
Me: I don't remember anything.
R: oyeyyyyn....
Me: Oyen ang pangalan ko, at akala ko ba tinapos na natin kase....
R: kase ano?
Me: kase umalis ka na. hindi ka na babalik.
R: And so? Andito lang ako sa 'tate at hindi pa ako patay.
Me: joke ba dapat yun?
R: (laughs cutely) uhh..yeah.
Me: D kase xa nakakatawa eh.
R: Bat ba ganyan ka na?
Me: Anong ganyan? Palagi naman akong ganto ah!
R: Nung nandyan pa ko never ka pang naging masungit.
Me: Meron kase ko.
R: Ulul. Sabe mo last day mo na last week eh.
Me: bhala ka na nga.
R: Anong bahala?
Me: Ayoko na. Maghanap ka na lang ng iba. Di ko to kakayanin.
R: Drama mo naman. Ano ka ba. Kakayanin natin to.
Me: **, bata pa kase ko. at hindi ko tlga kakayanin pag sinira mo puso ko. Sira na nga, mas lalo mo pang sisirain.
R: Hindi ko sisirain ang puso mo-
Me: (hanged up)

*-the L word
**- him.

And that's it. IT ended. Stupid me. stupid stupid stupid me.

I can't love you back, OkAY?

The 2 weeks has been slightly hectic.

Yeah. reeeeeeeeeally hectic, mehn.

3 answers to that...

Florante at Laura.
Journ newspaper.
freakin' soph night.

2 weeks of non-stop practice up to 5, which led to a 97 as a score. Good job, Ali-Adab.
4 weeks of trying to brainstorm for my feature article, which led to a 'Good Article' from our section head.
3 weeks of debating on whether I'll go the freakin' soph night, which led to a 'Eto na nga Agatha, pupunta na ko.'

So not good.

The only, and ONLY reason that I'll go to that par-tay is the cute invitation ticket. I paid them 400 for a friggin' ticket. Not a smart choice, 'eh?

Why?

-I'd rather have my time for studying and relaxing and partying MY way, than cramming to find a bonga-cious outfit.
-400? Sheesh. I could buy myself my own asthma inhaler that'll last for weeks with that amount.
-400 for a big party? Hell, no.
-My parents would be much happier if they are ensured that the party will rock.

Oh, god. Help me.

I ONLY HAVE A WEEK TO FIND A NON-COMFORMIST OUTFIT.

Good luck to me.

this blog is soo updated. 'nuff said.

Tonight is the start of the HS notso-vacation. This will last until Feb. 8.

Oh, so you are jealous? huh? you want a 2nd sembreak too? well why don't we exchange places? You will answer this stupid Dihybrid crossing activity and my output on Bo Sanchez and my A.H. project. and my bio/stat. project and my journ proj. and my journ. proj. and my journ proj....... STOP JOURN-ING ME! I can't believe I'm experiencing an academic pressure now.

oh, so that LAPIS whatever activity of the teacher isn't a vacation..so we are not on vacation too. We have to suffer the stupid consequences of this 2nd sembreak. Yeah, it's as if WE liked that idea. Yes. I'm admitting it. i liked it WITHOUT the darn assignments. Goodbye na sa mga pang-bawing tulog. Hello sleepless nights..and thanks, assignments. whatever.


And oh, I gots to make that article on filipino. and I have to answer all the tukuyin's on that book where a gay-ish adonis is being held up on a tree and two copy-pasted lions are about to eat the gay person. Oh yeah, FLORANTE AT LAURA.

I'm sooo sorry for my sins...oh LORD. stop torturing me. I said I'm sorry.

my feature article for the feature section in the 11-6 unnamed class newspaper

How to Be the Tech-Savvy You Are Craving To Be
By: Ann Lorainne Paragas
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Being tech-wise for now is considered the COOLEST thing to be after being an algebra nerd. Why? Everything gets pretty innovative everyday. Take that new rotunda as an example. It used to be an area where we place our bags and scatter ourselves around the school and wait for our bus to honk for us. But now, it’s now a hub where the availability of those computers and wireless fidelity are up-to-date. We get to enjoy those megabytes while chatting our heads off. But how can you be the tech-guru you want to be?


GET READY FOR CHANGE- Look, that doesn’t mean that you have to take exaggeration as an option. Some of those tech-nerds are not actually the nerd you are probably complying with your whole life. Yes, forget the fake glasses and the suspenders. All you have to change is your view about technology and its concepts that make it so darn boring.

FIND SOME REFERENCES- No, you don’t have to search for technology in some old library ( but if you insist so, then go for it.)! You just have to walk your way down to that 7-Eleven store and get some magazines like t3 (even if you could mistake it as an FHM), stuff, or gadgets. These magazines will somehow give you knowledge about the latest cell phones, iPod’s, digicams, and a whole lot more gadgets you’d never thought that will be invented or available locally.

ASK THOSE TECH-GURUS THEMSELVES-It’s like the usual assignment for a particular subject where you have to interview/ask someone about something. But instead, you get to do this assignment of your own subject about technology and, have it your own special way! You can ask a tech-guru something about the meaning of such acronyms you’ve been curious for your whole life. You can also ask him if he has any views or a special opinion that has to do with the innovation issues we are having.

APPRECIATE TECHNOLOGY ITSELF! – Lastly, you can never like anything without appreciating it first. Technology is something that needs much appreciating other than God’s creations. It helps us to do such things/chores/school works quite easily than the usual routine. All I’m saying is: You’ll definitely lose that sweat with my friend technology here.


Being tech-savvy is a real option. It’s like getting abused by such attachments in your life. It’s your decision to be the smarty-pants you have to be in the fun-filled field of technology. So, if you followed all those things above, good job! Now your next step is to answer your classmates’ grueling questions about everything you have learned and…….Get Tech’d!

that stupid-ish fair

haha. I really do want to continue this filth.

I want to get down with it. There is something I did last fair that made it spark a little bit. Is it......a boy? Yes, ladies and..ladies. It's a goddamn boy I met in the line of octopus. He's goddamn handsome, and that's just a 1/20 of what I like about him.

Some judgemental people say that you should not give your no. to some stranger. Well, he's NO stranger to me. We like, mingled for a day, and knew well each other by the 2nd day. And that's just because of that looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong line at the octpus. So..uhmm..okay. Marian, Rica or Ayu didn't know about this one, but, uh...never mind.

Well....if you are reading this one...uhh... *insert a shrug here*

How I Stole Christmas.

That title is just for goofing up. Really.

Well, it's christmas again. Same old christmas trees, lights, decorations, gifts and food, for that matter. It's gonna be boring as HELL again.

I will surely be bored to death, oh bloggy. You know why? I'm gonna go to that stinkin' Disneyland in Hong Kong where everything is at its fakest. Fake smiles, fake prettiness and fake sexuality. I will really hate my christmas. Really really really really.... And for that matter, my mom said that I should be happy because not all kids this Christmas will be going to Disneyland. I said, "Bakit hindi na lang sila yung pumunta, instead na ako?". Yeah, whatever. I told this one to myself, anyway.

My dad will be coming back from Poland tomorrow for christmas. Am I happy now? Yes, oui, oo, and tak. And why? Certainly because he'll be granting my wishes. Possibly, he will be my fairy grandfather for 2 weeks.. Lemeheer you say "NOoooo!" Ha-ha.

uhh...well. gotta go.

If you only knw me...know everything, know them! I'd married you sooner.....

ORANGE AND LEMONS cuhh-raze.

hell, yeah. im looovin them.

This some-kinda flu I got is really unbearable. GOD! Since our family day, I sooo can't get enough of this band. I had memorized ALL their songs, (yep, even Armageddon is Coming and Blue Moon) and...all of that is note enough.


Oh bloggy, if only you are a witness of my undying loove to....undying love to......HIM! no, not JM, but...HIM. His voice makes me quiver...His humor makes me laugh the hell out of me...and his songs...makes me go TRALALALALALALAL!!!!!!!

Well, ok, I'm being a moron again, but how will you act if you are in my shoes now? my sandals? my chucks? AHHHH.......I'd recieved my gretest gift yet;having a crush. Ha-ha.





Anyways......





DAMMIT! LEAVE HIM ALONE! HE'S ALREADY 25 years old!....I can't be in looooove with someone 11 years older than me...NEVER!


I can't write anything sensible, bloggy-dee-blog-blog. HE is the only person that matters to me now.
CURRENTLY DIGGING:




MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA!!!!....too bad I have to catch a pirated dvd in order to watch it NOW. as in this MONTH. i hate MMFF!!!





CHARMED THIRDS!!....I will surely looove the 3rd installment, ladies. TOO BAD it's not available here yet.






THESE GUYS..'nuff said everyone.