i am part of the many people who bleed and don't die. )o:
i really gotta study. i'm vying for the top spot in my high shool's much coveted academic awards. i want the gold (who doesn't?) hanging from my neck when i graduate on the 21st of March this year. i'm pretty sure i'd get at least one: the Loyalty Award (o: i've been studying in this school since i was 3.
i'm finally leaving. finally. for thirteen years, i've been walking on those halls- i can even go through them with my eyes closed.
and there comes the faces. mang eugene and the charming sister maria thelma from kindergarten. all those dawdling canteen operators, and the strict security personnel. my batch. most of them are my friends. i remember everything, from the time i gave one of my children's books to Jassie in first grade, until that time we spent 3 days in Tagaytay.
(bimboish beauty pageant winner mode..) i love y'all.. 『좀』JOM [1:01:00 AM]
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[ 1.22.2003 ]
*donita's getting married?
musique :: /sixpence none the richer/ breathe your name
mood :: ..so, so.
i went to Subic last monday. why? (okay, this's so preschool..) to watch killer whales, and sea lions do their stuff. and of course, to get inspired to save mother earth.
i was sitting beside kyle during the 4 hour travel. (kyle, if you're reading this, i want my CD back.) our bus got hit on the way home. nobody's hurt. but everybody's been worried.
i'm okay. we're all okay.
look at me- i'm converting oxygen into carbon dioxide.
i brought the digicam, but i haven't uploaded the pics yet. next time, k?
oh and, yes. donita, that filipina MTV veejay is getting married to her childhood friend. wow. hehe. i'm not usually so showbiz, but this has to be an exception.
musique :: /slapshock/ queen paranoia
mood :: weak and vulnerable
i've received a message on my cellphone from my dad. with a touch of a button, grief flooded through me. my uncle's house caught fire. it happened at about 2 am, their time (they reside in the United States). right now, uncle uly, my grandma, my grandad, and my cousin JR are in the hospital for smoke suffocation.
you know how when you watch tv and see all these happy people? it's kinda suffocating. all i wanna do was rush by to their sides and watch them recover. all i want is to see that they're okay.
everything. from the wonderful BMW, the nice home, and the basement movie theater. )o: damn. and to think that i've just spoken to tito uly last night. he was all happy, telling me how he'd be visiting the Philippines this summer.
please vote for me by clicking the avatar (o:
i probably am no longer first, but.. it was good while it lasted. harhar..
one lazy saturady afternoon. i'm not going out today. i've to watch the house. )o: anyway.. happy belated birthday to paulo! i'm exactly ten days older than he is.
which reminds me.. another paolo i know celebrates his birthday on the 17th of march. 2 paolos on the 17th.
i'm plugging trish because she's home! she came to manila last week and won't be back to the US til august, i think. 『좀』JOM [10:41:00 PM]
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[ 1.15.2003 ]
*freaky
musique :: /nina/ jealous
i'm trying to do another layout, but i haven't attempted making it bloggerized. too many bugs. i wasn't planning on posting a new entry til then, but since i was prodded by my stalkee johann.. here i am. well, thanks. (o: it's been fun stalking you. har har.
went out last saturday. saw the original japanese version of The Ring. *chills* freak-ay. i told vi-an about it, and now she sneaks up on me with her hair all over her face, pretending to be sadako. i do NOT want to be reminded of that movie. tee was talking about it the whole time this morning, she was even mimicking some scenes. nevertheless, i'm still looking for "Ring 2"- wouldn't miss it for the world if i get the chance.
okay- i need to fix my brows. they're starting to get out of hand.
and that right there's my kid sister vi-an. such a goofball.
musique :: /shakira/ que me quedes tu
mood :: i feel old
clad :: school unif
chow :: ferrero rocher ..yum
i'm turning sixteen tomorrow! dang. last day as a fifteen year old. i liked being fifteen. anyway, dad was asking what i wanted to do for my day. i dunno how to tell him that i would choose my friends over my family. i'd love to take my friends out for fine dining in Rockwell. but since i'm sure he won't allow me to do so, i was like, "bahala ka. you decide."
my friends and I are planning to go out this Saturday. i'm gonna try and ask for dad's consent. it's the least he can do! and it's not like we'll be out of communication. he can check up on me every five minutes through my mobile phone. there's always SMS. and if he wanted, i'd even send him digital photos (MMS) every hour for a blow by blow account. argggh. why can't my dad let me be normal?! going home from Greenbelt would be easy as pie- even if i've to commute.
speaking of Greenbelt, we've been there last Saturday- we even ran into Mabs. that had been a weird afternoon. we kept zooming to this place and that.
after Greenbelt, we buzzed off to Greenhills. Why else? dad wanted to expand his DVD collection.. harhar.
finding parking spaces is hell. while dad, vi-an, and our driver went on a scavenger hunt, my sis and i decided to wait right up front- at Starbuck's. when Kai and i end up doing nothing, we do peoplewatch. and then we label every eye-catching individual with 2 adjectives.. might be bitchy at times, but it's good, clean fun. there was cool socialite mom (she dresses so bongacious, white porn boy (he had pornographic DVDs in his bag), smoking don't-come-near-me man, and coño chinese boy (he was using a Nokia 9210).
i've no idea which titles dad got, but all i've purchased is a nice green ponytail holder that matched what i've been wearing that day (white pants, olive green shirt, white nike cap). we stopped by Kookabar's Grill before leaving. rad. they had "now you're laughing.." as a slogan. makes sense. a kookaburra's also known as "the laughing jackass".
on our way to the parking space, i spotted coño chinese boy again. i guess he was the one who made an impression on me the most because we had the exact same cap on. he must've recognized me, because when i passed by, coño chinese boy waved at me.
then we've gone to U.P. Diliman- dad's old highschool friend was celebrating his birthday. dinner there was great -good food. they served karekare. (o:
omg.. i should be going now. i've to cook rice. our maid deserted us, remember?! 『좀』JOM [2:19:00 AM]
i went to the annual new year's eve party mikey's family holds. it's been about six years since i last attended. my dad goes every year without fail. it's this dinner held in their garden.. while some guests eat, the guys light up fireworks.
demi was there. all the kids from the street that i grew up with were, and all of them looked so different, i hardly recognized any of 'em. haha.. tita nel was walking towards memory lane. it's funny.. she was all ma-chika, asking us about school, boyfriends, and night-outs. she was even planning to take us out to Pier One (it's this nice club). now, that's a cool mom (she's mikey's mom).
yesterday afternoon, dad took out the 4 year old cabernet (merlot) and we sat down, drinking with him. over sashimi dipped in kikkoman, he asked me, "did you really apply in La Salle?"
of course, i was caught off-guard.. but i kept my cool and acted like it was no biggie. i said, "yeah, and i passed the exam.." i had on a straight face, and i said it as if it wasn't the greatest news i've given him in years- because it wasn't. he doesn't approve of me studying in de la salle, remember?
so, he says "who came with you when you took the exam?"
"mom."
"when?"
"months ago."
"which courses have you chosen?"
"something for pre-law: development studies, AB psych, legal management."
"aaaah.."
silence. then he blurts out: "you passed? really?"
"of course.." (hehe!)
"how'd you do? what was your score?"
"nothing written about that."
"how'd you know, then?"
"internet."
"ohhh.. what about the U.P. results?"
"i know nothing."
"U.S.T. results?"
"nope."
"aaaah.."
and then, he goes "talaga? pasado ka ng la salle?""truly? you passed in la salle?" aaack. kulit.
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