let my thoughts bleed into you...

gone and converted

2007-08-27T08:15:00.000-07:00

Bye bye blogspot. >__< I found wordpress better.

http://lezette.wordpress.com

a friggin hot september

2006-09-09T03:15:00.000-07:00

it should be cold these days. it's september, the months of -ber coming, and it should really be cold. I should be curling like a fetus at night from the cold, and grabbing my blanket or wearing socks and jacket at night.

oh BUT NOOO.

it's so hot that sometimes I have to fix the fan at myself so it'd be cooler. in the morning, the sun will be up oh-so-high and the clouds will be barely visible since the sky's so blue.

and it's so HOT.

the weather's fooling all of us; we think it'd be sunny all day, but in the afternoon, the rain will come barging down without an invitation. What the hell, they don't have the right to just ruin the weather like that! wait, what am I saying? my head frigging aches.

yes, the weather here is confused. I bet it has identity crisis. it won't decide if it's gay or lesbian. it's hard to choose, I bet. sometimes it would be raining on campus, but when I head home, there would be no rain, the sky's so blue and when I look up, the clouds are divided. One part is dark, another is light. No, I'm not referring to Daisuke in DNAngel and his identity crisis - whether he's in puberty or a budding kiddo.

Wow. maybe there's two dimensions in this place. Maybe I have yet to find a black hole so then I'd be transferred to an alternate world, or maybe in the Demon Kingdom where the good-looking guys of Kyo Kara Maoh are. That's cool. That way I could escape from the dreadful thesis.

And I wonder what I'm doing right now? I'm typing here, fooling around, trying to fix my iPod when I'm supposed to type my frigging thesis - and wait, I think I'm still not starting data analysis, so what the hell am I going to type? And then in my data, I have a hole - like a hole on the back of your pants that seemed like someone just pulled out your tail like in Dragon Ball when Piccolo pulled out Goku's tail? Yeah, something like that.

Anyway there's a hole since the frigging library doesn't have that one issue of a newspaper that I NEEEED. Oh my God, I need it, so why, oh why, is that the only issue that is missing? Is the Demon King after me, after all (OHNOOHNOMAJORNANAIMITATION)? And to top it all off, the deadline of this frigging thesis is on the September 13th, the 13th!!!!!

...good thing it isn't friday on the 13th of september.

oh my god oh my god I am panicking.

wait, wasn't I just talking about the weather?

....

yes, it's so hot. and maybe all these anxiety is making it hotter. doesn't make sense? try it. imagine one day you were just surfing the net in your PC and then your PC just suddenly BEEEEEEP SHUT DOWN and then when you open it, there's a message that tells you all your files are wiped out!

oh what will you doooo!!! I know you're gonna sweat like mad and then think oh what am I gonna do what am I gonna do!

another scenario which is so familiar to me: you're listening to your 40gb iPod, enjoying the voice of Yuichi Ikusawa (you know you like hiiiim) and then suddenly, he sings 'a-a-a-a-a-a-afu-fu-fu-fu-fu' like a japanese villain on crack and then all your 5,000 songs won't play!!!

oh what will you doooo!!! I know you're gonna sweat like mad and then think oh what am I gonna do what am I gonna do!

I told you, I'm talking about the weather! so then, you will perspire like mad, even though you felt so cold earlier and you don't know why? it's the most uncomfortable position you will be in, because oooooh you don't know what to do.

ah, I don't know what to do too.

I just wanna sing White Stripes' song, 'I don't know what to do with myself' over and over again, and forget it all....

the weather here is so bad.

oh sanity...

(I just kept typing, what did I write again? :O)

how to tell someone to GO AWAY?

2006-08-28T02:02:00.000-07:00

I met this person four or five years ago.

and now he's haunting my yahoomail inbox. it's like a ghost coming back to life to haunt you and pester you. and when you read his words, you know it's him - GODDAMN it's him and you feel so nervous because whatthefuck - it's him.

The mere thought of him makes my skin crawl. My heart beats so hard it feels it'll burst not because of anything positive - but because I want to get rid of him and FAST.

It's not right to disappear five years ago and then come around again asking to relive those days "we've had". But it's not right. It's not just RIGHT!

I've continued living my life - evolved like Pikachu to Raichu or Daisuke's Digimons (wait whatthefuckamIsayinghere...) and evolved like a real person. I evolved as a person who can finally think for herself and not depend on others. I've evolved to a more mature person - a far cry from five years ago.

And now the past is haunting me. I want that person to go away. NOW. but because I'm afraid he might hack into my PC and destroy the remaining fragments of my joy - I can't tell him how. I wanted to ignore his e-mails and proceed with my life but I'm still afraid. I'm angry and I'm afraid.

How do you tell someone to go away???

horny lyrics, androgenous singers who are SEXIER than me

2006-01-10T22:02:00.000-08:00

Gackt:

it's SO unfair. why do this guy look PRETTIER than me?!?? look sexier than me? when I'm a GIRL, and gackt's a guy. so unfair. why's life so unfair?

but then again I enjoy seeing gackt and hyde. pretty boys probably having a lot of feminine hormones (I forgot the term. :P). they're so pretty I wanna take them home and drop them in a tank of formalin, so I'd preserve their beauty. heheh

horny lyrics by Gackt:

Vanilla by Gackt

You are a sincere moralist, running a pretty finger over me.
I am a pure terrorist, just as you hoped a revolution is happneing.
A specialist bound in romance, sticking me with long nails.
an egoist who wants to assure its love, wanting to reach to deep within you.
your face is getting farther away, ah, before I'm not myself anymore.
would it be ok to love you, in the gyrating evening just like this...

harder deeper til lips that are insanely well used to the act,
melt with each other I am... your Vanilla.

"...oh you're too stiff" You're just like plastic being this frigid.
an ecologist caught in a hot glance, I'm impatient for your hot kiss.
your face which gets distorted, ah I wish I could be myself.

would it be ok to love you, in the gyrating evening.
just like this... harder faster lips painfully wet don't need words...

you and me (are) not burning love.
ah oh how many mornings do we greet.
ah will this night ever end ?
ah spread across the sky
ah white flowers surround us and die.
Is it ok to love you, in the gyrating evening just like this...

"I've seen a tail" I'm into you so much I can't stand it.
A crew sees cring knees, I wanna need, not betray.

would it be ok to love you, in the gyrating evening just like this...
harder deeper til pelvic thrusts that are insanely well used to the act,
melt with each other you are my caretaker.

miss psycho... signing in again

2005-08-08T14:18:00.000-07:00

People would actually raise their eyebrows over someone taking pleasure from a molding burden on your back. It would gnaw every corner of your happiness and let suffering seep through... But the best and greatest gift it would provide is something that you would exchange for your life, your frigging soul and your over-protected heart.

Do you know the answer already? I know you do.

Well, back to the neverending topic that is love.

Fools are those who would say they could live without the presence of love, which intoxicates us into nothingness that even the logical things would be a tad blur in our mind. People crave for it, die for it, crawl to their graves for it. There are hypocrites, fools who tell themselves they don't need a fickle thing in their life. But they do, oh they FUCKING do.

Yes, I might be one of those fools, and I admit I am ONE of them.

Anyone Platonic enough to woo me? Drop by and I'll kick your shin.

There is one and only problem: who is Platonic enough, really?

Ah, Platonic love is too ideal... And exactly what I WANT. And I fucking tell myself:

People are picky enough to ignore that the answer to their ideal world is simple: discard the ideals. However, who would discard the ideals of one person? Who would convince a rapist to not rape, so to speak? HAHAHHA, and who likes me, ANYWAY?

Arggghhhh it's easy to laugh and cry. This is all so stupid. I sound like some philosopher who's trying to say things for the heck of it, and for the "betterment of their society". I'm writing for the heck of it, but unfortunately not for the better me.

And it all boils down to one thing, one point that I try to imply to you all.

ARRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH I hate you ALL!!!!!!!!!

...told you miss psycho is here again.

Ja. Miss Psycho'll be back soon.

blabberties

2005-08-01T10:45:00.000-07:00

this weekend was not too dull, unfortunately for you pessimists. like this saturday when I just woke up and realized I was alone in the house and all the people have disappeared like mom's slippers...

I was feeling quite crazy at that time, and still cranky since I woke up at 7 AM (SEVEN FREAKING A.M.M.M.M.). I NEEDED sleep, darnit. So what I did? Took frigging photos. Right.

well toilets are fun, so why not? I dunno if I'm gonna post one in DeviantART, but maybe not. they're all CRAAAAP.

And this sunday, I bought some chuck-taylors-like shoes in RRJ. Am wearing it now, and I look like Mr. Ronald McDonald. Go figure.

And yep, this SUnday is my cousin's birthday. WHEEEE!!! FOODIES! Here's a photo. heheh

that's all folks.

the endless therapeutic journey

2005-05-19T14:11:00.000-07:00

do you know that when you're bored, it's hurting your brain cells?

Hehehehe.

That's just a stupid statement from my crappy mind. Aha...hahah.

Well one time there's a reporting in our speech communication class.... and I was bored. my brain cells are deteriorating from disuse. So I decided to draw them... one by one.

CLICK TO ENLARGE

strike one.
kakashi first without the mask. that was the beginning of boredom. heheheh second photo is my classmate. *giggles* my seatmates LOVED it, they said it looked exactly like that guy.

strike two. This one, I think her name's Glamour. I like this girl, she seems really clever with the way she structured her report.

strike three. This one, I think is Marie. Heheh she resembles my drawing a lot.

strike four. that guy which my friend shriek for. and the girl who looks like... Kitchi (spelling?>!?!?!) Nadal! KITCHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHH!!!!

yeah that's all. blah blah.
oh wait. here's another. when I was waiting for my turn to deliver my speech, I drew my three most favorite character in Naruto. hehehe

complaints

2005-05-17T09:56:00.000-07:00

the heat is OVERPOWERING that I find myself just focusing on the annoyance towards the heat instead of doing school work. That happened for two nights already, and if that happens again tonight, I'm toast meat. I'm going to deliver my speech tomorrow, oh I should be exxxxciiiiiited. I haven't written a word for my speech, mind you. (if you thought I was sincere back there, you're losing your touch on reality) My topic is so exciting as well, and should make housewives bite my neck. Well, actually my mom already got pissed with me while I related to her the details of my speech. It's.... *frigging drumroll* the therapeutic benefits gained from playing video games. I told my mom that it actually cures epilepsy, and then in a split second the west and the east met in her wrinkly forehead and she ... worked her mouth. Not really news, eh?

Anyway, back to the summer heat thing. It's so GODDAMN hot at night that when I enter my room, it's like entering a steam bath. I just couldn't bear it. Good news to my friends... I finally wore their pink spaghetti strap top present to me last laaast year in my bday. It's THAT HOT!!! If I could just strut around the house wearing my underwears, I could, really! But that would just be silly. They'll excommunicate me. If that isn't worse, I'm taking a shower twice a day already. If I can't bear the heat at night, a shower would do well. But it won't do well to my overworked body. I know. I'll die early. Awwww.. Wait, that's good isn't it?

IF that isn't WORSE.... I've got coughs too. Oh, add colds. Good luck to the next guy who'll use this cubicle in the net cafe... I spread the bacteria all round here by coughing non-stop. My voice's hoarse, we've got a small group discussion later, a speech tomorrow.... I wonder how I could work my throat well that time. Pray for me.

And to add to all my misfortunes... my hanky is so wet already, I've got my period, and I'm screaming at all people who piss me off. My tonsils HURT, man. It hurts.

So the heat, my sickness cause me to be sleepy EVERYDAY. Right after this, I'm going to buy iced coffee and if that doesn't WORK?!?!?!?

...I'll sleep.

weirdos...

2005-04-21T15:28:00.000-07:00

I've the greatest routine in my whole life I could huggle God and be his disciple.

I hope you noticed the sarcasm.

first I wake up early, shower, listen to the radio, eat cereal (for some reason koko krunch's the only cereal at home), scooter to campus, feel sleepy, work as an S.A., go to speech communication class with a friend, eat lunch (this, though, is not so routine... I get to choose whether I eat with my mom or spend money outside with my friends), use the net at 1 pm, download naruto manga, go out at 3 pm, work for a while and then go home.

At home, the routine continues.

I read naruto manga with my sister.
5:30 pm - watch Naruto and Wild Striker (those two channels are pissing me off... showing two of my most favorite anime in the same time)
6:00 pm - read naruto manga, cook rice.
6:30 pm - watch Wild Striker in Animax. In the middle of the show, my parents arrive at home, so i had to open the gate.
7:00 pm - watch TV
7:30/8:00 pm - eat dinner
8:00 to 9:30 pm - read naruto manga
10:30 pm - in this exact time, I write on my journal.
11:00 pm - Turn the radio on. And then sleep.

this happened for four straight days.

I wonder if tomorrow's the same.

sigh.

someone!!!! HELP ME CHANGE THE ROUTINE!

monkey business

2005-04-09T17:56:00.000-07:00

monkey here and there. monkey everywhere.

marilyn manson's MY MONKEY

i had a little monkey
i sent him to the country and i fed him on gingerbread
along came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
and now my monkey's dead
at least he looks that way, but then again don't we all?
(what i make is waht i am, i can't be forever)
i had a little monkey
i sent him to the country and i fed him on gingerbread
along came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
and now my monkey's dead
poor little monkey
"make you...break you...make you...break you...lookout"
(what i make is waht i am, i can't be forever)
we are out own wicked gods
with littel "g's" and big dicks
sadistic and constantly inflicting a slwo demise
i sent him to the country and i fed him on gingerbread
along came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
and (k)now my monkey's dead
the primate's scream of consonance is a reflection
of his own mind's dissonance

Coal Chamber/Peter Gabriel's SHOCK THE MONKEY

Shock the monkey to life
Shock the monkey to life

Cover me when I run
Cover me through the fire
Something knocked me out’ the trees
Now I’m on my knees
Cover me, darling please
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don’t you know when you’re going to shock the monkey

Fox the fox
Rat the rat
You can ape the ape
I know about that
There is one thing you must be sure of
I can’t take any more
Darling, don’t you monkey with the monkey
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don’t you know you’re going to shock the monkey

Wheels keep turning
Something’s burning
Don’t like it but I guess I’m learning

Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey

Cover me, when I sleep
Cover me, when I breathe
You throw your pearls before the swine
Make the monkey blind
Cover me, darling please
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don’t you know you’re going to shock the monkey

Too much at stake
Ground beneath me shake
And the news is breaking

Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey

Shock the monkey
Shock the monkey
Shock the monkey to life

Foo Fighter's MONKEY WRENCH

What have we done with innocence
It disappeared with time, it never made much sense
Adolescent resident
Wasting another night on planning my revenge

One in ten

Don’t want to be your monkey wrench
One more indecent accident
I’d rather leave than suffer this
I’ll never be your monkey wrench

All this time to make amends
What do you do when all your enemies are friends
Now and then I’ll try to bend
Under pressure wind up snapping in the end

One in ten

Don’t want to be your monkey wrench
One more indecent accident
I’d rather leave than suffer this
I’ll never be your monkey wrench

One last thing before I quit
I never wanted any more than I could fit
Into my head I still remember every single word
You said and all the shit that somehow came along with it
Still there’s one thing that comforts me since I was
Always caged and now I’m free

Don’t want to be your monkey wrench
One more indecent accident
I’d rather leave than suffer this
I’ll never be your monkey wrench

Don’t want to be your monkey wrench (fall in, fall out)
Don’t want to be your monkey wrench (fall in, fall out)
Don’t want to be your monkey wrench (fall in, fall out)
Don’t want to be your monkey wrench

Counting Crows' MONKEY

All dressed up
No place to go
Hey monkey, when you gonna show your face around me?
I know all the wrongs and rights
And I just want a little light to fall on me

Hey monkey, where you been?
This lonely spiral I've been in
Hey monkey, when can we begin?
Hey monkey, where you been?

We'll I'm all messed up
That's nothing new
Hey monkey, when you open up your blue eyes,
I don't know if I'm wide awake or dreaming
But all I ever need is everything

Beastie Boys' BRASS MONKEY

Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey - junkie
That funky Monkey

Got this dance that's more than real
Drink Brass Monkey - here's how you feel
Put your left leg down - your right leg up
Tilt your head back - let's finish the cup
M.C.A. with the bottle - D. rocks the can
Adrock gets nice with Charlie Chan
We're offered Moet - we don't mind Chivas
Wherever we go with bring the Monkey with us
Adrock drinks three - Mike D. is D.
Double R. foots the bill most definitely
I drink Brass Monkey and I rock well
I got a Castle in Brooklyn - that's where I dwell

random thought

2005-03-21T12:27:00.000-08:00

I've watched Manny Pacquiao and Erik Morales (as everyone did in the Philippines) this Sunday and I could conclude some things:

1.) My mom screams like a banshee when someone is being aggravated.
2.) My dad could make a good commentator.
3.) I could eat a whole pack of Lays (spelling?? SPELLING?!?) while waiting with those goddamn 5-minute commercials.
4.) Mexicans, specifically Erik Morales are arrogant. Trust me.
5.) Manny Pacquiao sucks in speaking english. Efren Reyes does better.
6.) It's sad to see Pacquiao not being able to do his extreme best.
7.) I became sad in watching Pacquiao being beaten by TWO FRIGGING POINTS.
8.) Friends from the U.S. are cruel to give some spoilers on the result on the match. ()#$)$%^*)$!!!

The match was awesome, with twelve whole rounds of boxing. I'm not really into boxing, since it makes me cringe all the time, but with a Filipino on screen with everyone watching? Well I ought to watch too for me to delve in the mainstream. I must admit it's sad to watch him lose... Even with his reasons, he still lost. Hay.... Oh my, my... Too bad. Oh man. WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!

stealing is.... hmmm?

2005-03-11T15:42:00.000-08:00

they say stealing mp3s is damaging artists' lives and their rights. for me, it causes much headache? why?

here comes the history of rosey stealing stuffs.

countless weeks ago...

Rosey has an mp3 player/pendrive/stealing tool. AH, THIS IS MY CHANCE! Rosey puts the device in the USB port, and crazily copies mp3s from the internet cafe. oh no. The owner passes by, giving Rosey's computer screen a venomous glance. voila. two days more, and they cramped electric tape onto the USB ports. Aha, first sign of no-stealing-rosey's-here.

Rosey sulks.

some days ago...

Rosey is desperate to find Tokyo Jihen's Sounan. Oh sulk, she has no ways of knowing where the J-rock are located, being unknowledgeable in the subject matter. Rosey goes to Google, and instead finds Napster (free for thirty days-oh-this-is-good!). Rosey downloads Napster, asked permission with the net cafe owner to save in the pendrive/mp3 player/stealing tool. The owner says yes. Rosey rejoices. She saves the file into the pendrive, the base of her spine digging into the chair beneath her... 99%... 100% YEHEY!

March 11, 2005...

Rosey sits in the chair of the net cafe, her eyes red in staring, and her head spinning in anticipation. OH THIS IS MY CHANCE! Three hours of waiting... Soulseek downloaded (thanks to mister niland), downloaded Rammstein, Siouxsie and the Banshees, A Perfect Circle, Marilyn Manson.... She is drooling. Three hours of painstaing downloads... 47% of My Monkey... OH AT LAST! Her eyes strained in the screen painfully... 53% more and she'll get out of this insanity... oh yeah... OH YEAH!

So sorry for those artists mentioned for me stealing their precious compositions. Whoever invented Napster is a God. Sorry Metallica, can't help it. Lars Ulrich better shut his mouth, 450 bucks of a single CD is not so really ever fun. Anyway he's shut up already, no need to say shhhhhh.

Oh 56% of My Monkey! Rosey is excited. She already can hear the intoxicating voice of Marilyn Manson the antichrist - quote and quote and quote and quote. Sigh. 17 minutes more; 17 more and a total of three hours of insanity, which means 75 bucks of my 100 bucks allowance. Ouch, Rosey's wallet says.

Whoever invented computers and free mp3 should be punished.

But yet again, I'll give them the whip.

Sigh.

My monkey...

Rosey the psycho signing out.

maycie's birthday

2005-03-04T08:42:00.000-08:00

took me a long time to post this, heheh. february 25, yummy foodies, yummy beerus, funny people. :D here are three photos.

FebRev concert

2005-02-26T14:44:00.000-08:00

This is perhaps the most satisfying concert I've ever been into. Why, you ask?

1.) We were in the front row of the crowd. Meaning we TOUCH the stage, we see things clearly without the heads to annoy us. That really made me happy, also with the fact that there are SO many people (the venue was PACKED!).

2.) Urbandub is in the concert. They're the greatest band in here, but sadly, only few people in campus know it. stupid people...

3.)My camera is with me. 'Nuff said.

The first band, Mojofly didn't give much of an energy, but they're an awesome band. Urbandub made me hoarse from screaming and singing. They sang as if they're going to record it in an album. So professional... And they didn't even stand idle for minutes in the stage, they just went there and did their thing. Sad thing is that I didn't capture them jumping from the heavy music they're playing. Whoooooa, they're so awesome. Third and last band is Parokya ni Edgar. I'm not a fan of theirs, since I'm not into low humor and unserious lyrics... I'm more into those bands who take music seriously and pour their emotions into words and music. Oh well. But they made me jump too, so all's fine. Well, all's great except when people started throwing bottles of C2 onto the stage when Parokya ni Edgar was onstage. The water almost went to the lens of my camera, thank goodness it didn't.

Oh well, enough of rants, here're the images. In thumbnails, so just click on them to see it fully.

Front Acts

Mojofly
<--- for the delight of those fangirls...

Urbandub

droooool...

for some reason, I think if I ever get chubby, I think I'd look like this bassist...

Parokya ni Edgar

the bassist looks like a dancer in a gay bar. hehehe

my pledge! OHOHO!!

2005-02-19T10:52:00.000-08:00

ohohoho! finally the evil night of hell has gone!!! But there's much to come; I haven't worked on my news feature and now I'm anxious just thinking on how to interview sociologists about the divorce bill the senators are deliberating of. I shall not think of it for now, since there's still monday morning and night to CRAM!

...goddamn history 2.

as I am commenting on 61 deviations, answering 18 comments and browsing through 34 journals in DeviantART and eating yummy oreo cereal with nutritious milk... I have to announce...

my pledge!

ooooooh happy four months dear GIBSY! I pledge my undying love to you. Oooh, cuddle, necking, kiss, mwah mwah. I will bathe you until you can't take it anymoooore! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!

happy birthday to clarisse as well... darn, I've got no money in my phone, so there, I am a bad friend and didn't greet her at midnight. WAAAAAAHH!!!

if you're reading this, and have reached through here, go do something better than reading how the fan is blowing air into my head literally - and go to my ART site: http://blooddx66.deviantart.com I've got my first freaking film SLR shot! MUAHHAHAHA

the sidewalk of lucifer

2005-02-16T09:58:00.000-08:00

last night, I made him cry...

last night I was hurt.

I had my reasons, I did. He didn't hear me, but he just stared at me, my voice carrying on to nowhere. it's not as if I yelled at him, it's not as if I cried...

I said sorry, but he screamed.

the funny thing is, his scream carried on like an echo of a girl being raped. Like an airhead having her nail broken. Like a girl who was poked on the sides. Like a girl who's delivering her baby.

It was dark that time, and we were in front of that rotten men's dorm, which actually contains girls (stupid people). I remember perfectly that you shone so white, and I blending in the dark, so much, literally, since I was in all black attire...

I didn't know. I was stupid.

You cried. Or I thought you did.

Well, how the damn can L300 vans cry? But I was sure the girl beside me screamed like a banshee when I collided with the back of the L300 van. WHo ever invented a high sidewalk which overlooks the stinkiness of portable comfort rooms...?!?

Well anyway... I damaged his red light... and it damaged my not-so-pretty shin. Now my shin sports a funny bruise with a bump. it's like a speed bump. Rightfully so.

WHOSE FAULT?

1.) the high sidewalk
2.) my scooter with the low motor
3.) my nausea towards the smell
4.) the way the L300 was parked
5.) because freshmen are over-eager for roles
6.) because L300s are white.

I'll pick 'em all.

Miss Psycho signing out.

questionies

2005-02-04T13:14:00.000-08:00

got this from turp's deviant journal. anyhoo. am bored.

LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE

Name: Rose Anne
Birth date: 10-11-1986
Birth place: Sta. Cruz, Laguna
Current Location: Los Baños, Laguna
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Hybrid brown/black (HAHA ha)
Righty or Lefty: Right
Zodiac Sign: Tiger
Horoscope: Libra

LAYER TWO: ON THE INSIDE

Your heritage: All that constitutes a filipino.
Shoes you wore today: Rusty Lopez white & gray sneakers
Your weakness: Back
Your fears: Big lizards, especially when dark coloured.
Your perfect pizza: lots of mozarella (spelling?), beef, and tons of bell pepper
Goal you'd like to achieve: Realize what I want in the future as a dev't communicator

LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW

Your most overused phrase on YM/MSN: what's your name again?
Your thoughts first waking up: Gad, I want more sleep
Your best physical feature: Shoulders...
Your bedtime: 11 onwards on weekdays, on weekends, it depends
Your most missed memory: Being carefree

LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK

Pepsi or Coke: naaada. don't like any.
McDonald's or Burger King: McDonald's.
Single or group dates: Single
Adidas or Nike: Adidas
Lipton Tea or Nestea: Lipton... *drool*
Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate
Cappuccino or coffee: hot chocolate

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Smoke: I haven't even TRIED
Cuss: like a monk's prayer, yes.
Take a shower: Everyday
Like(d) high school: perhaps
Want to get married: probably
Believe in yourself: maybe
Get motion sickness: back when I was a kid
Think you're attractive: In my humble opinion, NO
Think you're a health freak: nah.
Get along with your parents: OF COURSE! ^-^
Like thunderstorms: yes, since it makes me sleep
Play an instrument: yep. guitar and piano

LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH

Drank alcohol: hmmm... this january? a tiny bit
Gone to the mall: yes
Been on stage: in front of the stage, yes.
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: why should I??
Eaten sushi: No
Been dumped: No...
Gone skating: I wish
Gone skinny dipping: not in two hundred years
Dyed your hair: I wish I could dye it red
Stolen anything: No

LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER

Played a game that required removal of clothing: as far as I can remember... no.
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Not yet
Been caught "doing something": if it's the malicious thing, then no.
Been called a tease: Yes
Gotten beaten up: no
Shoplifted: God, forgive me
Changed who you were to fit in: Not really

LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLDER

Age you hope to be married: 99+
Numbers of Children: at least one
Describe your dream wedding: all in red... bloody red
How do you want to die: died of natural causes
What do you want to be when you grow up: writer, perhaps
What country would you most like to visit: Germany

LAYER NINE: IN A GAL/GUY

Best eye color?: Guy: Light green / Girl: blue
Best hair color?: Guy: black or blond/ Girl: Red
Short or long hair: Guy: long/ girl: Short
Height: o.O not too tall for me, since I'm 5'. -.-;
Best first date location: rock concert... honestly i don't know
Articles of clothing: anything that's black and not loose
Personality: someone who could bring up a nice topic to think of. someone who thinks like me.
Best first kiss location: lipsies

LAYER TEN: IN THE NUMBERS
Number of people I could trust with my life: three
Number of CD's I own: I don't keep a track of how many they are now
Number of piercings: two. the standard piercings on my ears
Number of tattoos: noooone
Number of times my name has appeared in the Newspaper: school newspaper - twice I think, when I was the literary editor and the other one, I forgot
Number of scars on my body: small scars I couldn't possibly remember
Number of things in my past that I regret: many things.

yeah friggin right... (stupidity of miss psycho)

2005-01-31T11:32:00.000-08:00

I am the crankiest, most pissed off girl today. our stupid history 2 teacher thinks that we have no committments (and I quote her) WHATSOEVER that we have all the time in the world to practice for a stupid asia regional presentation. It might be easier for me if my groupmates weren't energy vampires who just blabbers nonsense and stuff that makes me roll my eyes. I may be saying this since I don't know a hell how I can put myself with them and be FRIIIIEEENDS (well shit on it) but it's just frigging irritating! ARGH, I couldn't imagine myself putting up with them and trying to actually give my true personality, if I did have it.

I could proudly say now that I love hating most of the time, especially when I didn't have a satisfying sleep. or I could say that I could embody a great antisocial for all that it's worth ANY DAY.

cheh, cynicism drives me to live sometimes. I think now that I could live with attending statistics lecture rather than practicing for some stupid presentation that that instructor haven't given on her earlier semesters. at least on statistics, I could walk in there, say hi to some "friends" and sit beside a bitch who knows nothing but blabber to her seatmate about her wonderful social life and beside a guy who says nothing. I could droop into sleep with that, and after an hour, we're gooooone.

damn, I just hate presentations!!!! If it does have a relevance in my life, then I'd gladly do it, but this hist 2 CRAP isn't just worth a penny for developing knowledge in my brain. HONESTLY. I'm not saying I know all that is in the culture of asia, NO. I could read it anywhere, watch it on screen, or even listen to someone relating it, but doing it? they say experience makes you remember well, but with experience having to sacrifice some things in my academics, is PISSING ME OFF.

don't tell me I would need it in the future, because I think I won't. Hell, would I dance with Indians when I go there? No. What the F?!?

bottom line is, I.HATE.THAT.SUBJECT.!

miss angry psycho signing off. goddamnit.

tired and sick and singing

2005-01-27T10:33:00.000-08:00

my favorite song as of the moment... and gave me a lot of ideas for a deviation. though I'm too lazy to put those ideas into reality. hahah the fun of sickness and stress... I want to go home and SLEEP! . . . GOD.

I could sing this song anytime in the day. I've got a built in mp3 in my head. yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah. yeah yeahs. bleh. *searches for the guitar tab*

Maps by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Pack up
I'm a stray
enough
Oh say say say you'll
Say say say you'll
Say say say you'll
Say say say you'll
Say say say..

Wait.
They don't love you like I love you
Wait.
They don't love you like I love you
Maps...........
Wait.
They don't love you like I love you

Made off
Don't stray
Well my kinds
Your kind
I'll stay the same

Pack up
But don't stray
Oh say say say
I'll say say say..

Wait.
They don't love you like I love you
Wait.
They don't love you like I love you
Maps...........
Wait.
They don't love you like I love you
Wait.
They don't love you like I love you
Maps...........
Wait.
they don't love you like I love you

Wait.
They don't love you like I love you
Wait.
They don't love you like I love you
Maps...........
Wait.
They don't love you like I love you
Wait.
They don't love you like I love you
Maps...........
Wait.
they don't love you like I love you

tr3s concert

2005-01-24T09:49:00.000-08:00

Yes, I've been there and I'm dissatisfied. Apparently the sorority is either greedy for profit, or they just don't know where to find nice lightings and sound system. I assume the latter, since, well, it's very redundant if I still say it. ha, ha. The lighting was HORRIBLE, I mean it in every sense of the word. The audio system is useless and terrible. I felt pity for the great vocalists when they sing on that mic which actually gives very distorted sound, that it becomes quite soft but blasted. The treble was WAY up high in their consoles, so the sounds from the guitars are, again, blasted. I think the only right thing in the concert was the choice of bands. But all else? SUCKS.

I am tempted to compare it to the other concerts in our campus, but I decided the way they organized this was uncomparable with the other concerts. Why? Because of the very low, low output I saw from them. There are even different versions of posters with DIFFERENT time typed on their cheap papers. First poster said 8 pm. Second said 7 pm. And when I got my ticket, it said there 9 pm. What the HECK? Way to go, airhead sorority SISSES.

I guess it all comes down to them being ignorant with the process of organizing a concert or what's the worth of hearing good music. Or probably they're just so low on funds; awww, poor girls. They just sat on the edge of the stage, some texting, some bored off their wits... I think they like to see the teeny boppers on TV, not some cool set of bands... Why did they even arrange the concert if they don't want the bands in the first place??? ARGGGHHH!!! I'm so pissed with them. I think my hundred thirty-five bucks for the concert should only be half of it.

Okay, I'll tune down the rant. The concert featured three alternative/rock bands: 6 cycle mind, Sponge Cola and Session Road. The first band, 6 cycle mind was awesome! The lights that time was acceptable enough, so I got pretty neat photos. Second was Sponge Cola. Here is where I got so freaking pissed off. The lighting turned to a dull dark blue, there was no change of lights when the beat changes... God, help them. I hardly heard the vocalist clearly. But the vocalist was prettylicious enough so I'm quite happy. HEheheh. Third and last was Session Road. I must admit I am tired, and the mood of the crowd didn't help me at all. And the band didn't help me as well. I love Session Road, but they don't seem to get the crowd going, they just perform there in their best, that's all. Haaaaay. Plus, the lighting still remained dull dark blue, which turned me into a wilted rosey.

anyway here's the photos.

6 cycle mind

damn that 6600 owner...

BEERBELLYLICIOUS!!!!!!!!!!

WAAHAHAHAH!!!! *drool*

kinda ugly on this angle...

the guitarist who wants much attention... :P

the band

session road

lalalalala...

hooorrible lighting

jammin'!

BOB!

she's always smiling, it's quite...sickening. o.O bue she ROCKS!

sponge cola

the band... very BAD lighting

my BABIES!!!!

2005-01-24T09:44:00.000-08:00

photos of my lovely babies... heeheee

here is the original mother of the babies... she poses very well.

we made gibsy a collar with a bell. wahahaha

quite an old photo of perthy enjoying christmas

they like creating chaos on the collected dried leaves. haha

one happy family... pity that perthy was given away...

:( perthy

pili and gibsy being intimate. bahahaha Pili, the damned, is lost again. buti nga...

pili and gibsy being intimate. :P

holidays 2004

2005-01-24T09:39:00.000-08:00

well, it's quite a bit late, isn't it? but what the heck. here are photos. :P

family photo. we do that every year. o.O

me and my cousins lounging around... we have nothing to do and it's FRIGGING CHRISTMAS!

my sister being a pyromaniac.

obviously I was bored.

told you I was bored...

SURPRISE!

*giggles* my brother with a BAHAG! WAHAHAHAHAH!!!

yep, I spent some days on my bed being sick. my brother took this while I was in PAIN.

my brother trying to cheer me up. :P

told you, sissy, beer isn't for ya.

big claaaan pic

womenagerie concert... december 9

2004-12-13T15:05:00.001-08:00

yeah. I watched the concert, with three bands, Kitchie Nadal, MYMP and Moonstar 88. I'm quite tired, so here's the photos.

some random guy for the front act. I honestly don't know him, sue me.

and at last, after those minutes when I stared at the stage, not knowing what they're playing, Moonstar 88 came onstage.

.. with a pink skirt and an attitude to boot.

damn those tall people in front of me. GRRRRRR!!!!

KITCHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEE!!!! I LOVE YAH~!

I think this bassist is hot... I think I like bassists more than guitarists now. o.O

interaction with the audience. she wants someone to sing 'same ground', but the girls who was onstage didn't even know the whole song. HMPH~!!!! I wish I were in front so I'd KICK THEIR ASSES AND SING! o____O

hwaaaaag na hwaaaaag mohooong swaswabiheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiin

OOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HO HOW HOWWWW ....

what's good with this band? ... uh.... ummm... ermm.....

I don't like her. and her draggy dress. and her playlist. cheh.

and that's all folks. I had a great time being a papparazzo, and screaming my lungs out and singing drunkenly. *bows*

...melancholy and sentimentality...

2004-11-23T10:51:00.000-08:00

the mystic wonders of emotions are touring slowly and making itself known in my head.

last semester I went into my classes indifferent to the world and screaming in my mind: 'damn the hell out of all of you, I don't give a *$%&(*^ care about ANYTHING. leave me be', yet still trying to blend in. then I saw the same girl who made an impression to me back then that she also screamed those words that depicts cynicism. I knew her waaay back in the first semester of 2003 (my first semester in college), and I thought that we were quite the same back then because of our musical preferences. I didn't know that we were TOO much the same. After some days (or perhaps weeks), I just found myself really enjoying her company, laughing my ass off at her cynical rants and just being silly the whole time we're together. the things we did reminded me of those days in high school, like reserving a seat for the other in an exam, hanging out in the hallway while waiting for the next class, and teasing each other about *cough* the certain opposite sex. That semester changed my aloof personality.

...She might cringe and pretend to puke when she'd read this, I am sure. And she would pretend to die (perhaps) if she heard me saying that she's like my best friend.

and then that semester have ended, then semester break have passed, and I have these thoughts of having her as a classmate once again, she sent an sms that she would file a leave on absence next semester.

...which reaaaally made me sad. I know it was very selfish of me persuading her not to do it, yeah, but that would just mean that I wouldn't see her for some seven whole months. So I just let her do what she wanted, since she has her own reasons, and I wouldn't want to interfere with it.

the last time I saw her was when she was finishing the processing of her papers. we said our usual bidding of goodbyes, which is absolute. I wouldn't see her anymore.

and when did the twisted emotions take place? twice, and the second was this morning, I was terribly melancholic and sentimental. thinking about what would possibly happen if things weren't as it is, blah blah. I almost cried in the car while in the process thinking about those stupid thoughts.

oh well.

...

I'll just buy something and drown in my melancholy. BUT WAIT! shit, I still have notes to scan to make my life more miserable as it is.

oh well.

november 1... cheh

2004-11-09T16:50:00.000-08:00

well every all saint's day is not a good day to me since I don't like going to my relatives and standing in the heat. so with my ever trustful digital camera (that shuns boredom from time to time) here are what I did on nov 1.

going to our province... my dad on the wheels

my brooother feeling like he's the hottest guy on earth. oh please.

my grandparents' (mother side) grave. funky?

... my family.

smile, TAOY, SMILE!

yet another photo where the baby is crying.

awwwww.

"don't my two boyfriends look cute?" says the red-clad guy

"but I like this one better"

"I think he's got potential too"

reliving the old photo. just like this.

BOOO!!!!!!!

am bored.

flowers on their grave

this is how to build a mini bonfire.

and this is how to build a wax ball, my dear friends.

toasted flower, anyone?

unstupidity, and rather coherence

2004-11-08T16:30:00.000-08:00

For the first time in my life I wanted to do something productive that would create something that utterly satisfies anyone in this world. Care to take a guess?

Yes, that's money. I wanted to work so I can have money. My own money, from my own sweat. Well no sweat since the room where I do the work is airconditioned. Haha. The work I do is quite simple, since it's only for student assistants. So, being simple, the pay is not big. But in the long run, it's worth it.

The good thing about being in this work is having the net access. Like what I'm doing now. HEEHEEE!!!!!! TAUNT MEEE ASS. anyway...

+++++++

Let’s do a widdle flashback, shall we? Just a little introduction, this journal entry is taken from my computer journal, since I type a lot when bored, and type I will when I like it. I also have the traditional journal – a little notebook where I write with a pen. I think my entries in the computer journal are the longest, and perhaps the funniest in terms of sentence structure with semi-highfalutin words and some grammatical errors. Anyway, this entry is one of the longest in my computer journal, and it’s quite interesting, since I ranted a lot and I found out just now that this LONG paragraph is actually coherent. Awesome. Take the risk and read it. If not, then good. Sulk in your corner, I don’t care.

October 13, 2003
8:45 pm

Hello you probably missed my pointless rantings about my boring life, so here I am trying to relieve the days I have left you wondering where the hell I’ve spent my mixed emotions on. But I figured you won’t have to think about that. All you think of are the mathematical or perhaps logical (if you really have the logic of humans, but I don’t think so) things of what a computer has to think, breathing with the machine in you, so this rants might be for trash once again. But what if I post this all in the net? Dude, they won’t even bother to read it. I only relate things which are not so trivial, perhaps all included in the teenage angst category, and all which doesn’t interest them a bit. I’m just a fucking boring person, in short. I don’t live an interesting life, nor I do interesting things. I’m plainly me, just me, the boring me. But these things I’m going to tell you might perk you up. Well, hopefully. You see, my boring life seems to be wanted to be shared by someone else I think is irrelevant beyond measures. I might be exaggerating, and being rude, but really, I think he portrays what I think of. That person is the least of my interest, even my boring, boring self can view someone else’s life boring too. Go figure how that happens; I too, thought that that boring people have no virtue of seeing other people’s lives boring as mine is. Anyway, this person happens to be our newest helper, since I started college. Her name’s Jing Jing. But let’s just refer to her as ‘the girl’. It’s tiring to type the two words at once. Well, there’s just this thing with her that makes her tongue relentless of speaking irrelevant words. And those mixed rambles are entirely BORING. Finally, I felt real boredom. Everytime she tells me her stories of her life, it makes me really bored that I want to lock myself in my room and read ‘Calculus with Applications’ constantly without a pause. Really! The first time (the girl and I are the only ones in the house) we talked, her mouth seemed like a tape recorder, she speaks and speaks, ranting about her life, her high school life, her social life, blah blah… Weird thing is, I kinda remember some of the things she blabbered to me. Perhaps her voice has that kind of power that makes my conscious absorb every bit of it. But of course, to make things fair, I also started ranting about my boring life, which she frequently cut with her own version of my mischiefs in high school, the stupidity of my life, the not-so-pointless rantings of mine. Oh well, she does the talking most of the time. My mind actually blanks out from the thoughts that habitually inhibits my poor empty head. All I hear is her voice. So where exactly does the part comes where she wants to share my boring life, you ask? Well, we’ll come to that later. To add, whenever I share some part of me that is actually interesting (well, for me), she seem to not have my interest, and only beginning to start with her boring rantings about her life. Let’s all facefault, will we? Some of the examples are letting her hear some of my accomplished piano skills, the piano solo CD which I made her listen to (it’s actually the track that I play, which she told me she liked) and letting her watch a horror movie she claimed to have the fondness with. And just halfway or just after the intro of one of it, she’ll just resort to the movement of her tongue, which once again, bores me. Okay, here’s the thing that leads to the reason… One night when my stupid father accepted a typing job (which is actually very very long), he hired the girl, and me, having no exams at that time of the week, insisted that I help her since I’m a better typist than her (and faster, may I add). So there I am in front of computer number four, starting to type, and readying myself for her wordiness (the thesaurus provided me with another word for ‘ranting’). Hard to believe that I cannot ready myself, cuz once my butt touched the stool, her mouth started working. Oh wow, don’t you think so? But being so kind that day (my mood provided me with it), I just went with her talks, smiling till my cheeks hurt from exertion, and laughing when I think it’s kinda amusing. She told me so many things, and even shifting her thoughts of her life to others! She even included her rantings on her thoughts about me! That’s funny, when you think of the facts that are known worldwide about me. Apparently, her mind processing is not so complex. I can guess what she think of me, and came up with the right assumptions. All right, I’m ranting about pointless things again, so let me get to the real point. Evidently, all her talking seems to go somewhere. She said to me: ‘I have something to tell you, but you might get angry’. So being a good girl, I pushed her to tell me what it is cuz it’s kinda stupid if you mention something that requires a good answer and you won’t supply it, which makes the statement entirely useless and crappy. So, with my slightly annoyed expression, she finally said: ‘Friends’. With her not so complex mind, I already guessed that she was talking about ‘us’ being friends. She said: ‘Can we be friends?’ So being again, the kind girl and pleasant mood dancing in my subconscious, I said good-naturedly: ‘Why? We’re already friends, you know. Like that woman who went here, she’s already my friend. So why ask for it?’ And she answered: ‘But when you arrive here, you always lock yourself in your room, and never go out.’ My translation: ‘But when you arrive here, you don’t even talk to me, like you’re not my friend.’ And I answer: ‘Because of the headaches college is giving me, and the stress it’s supplying me in a daily basis.’ And perhaps you already figure what she’s going at, neh? She answered with a thing that made me amused that I really remember what she actually said. She said: ‘gusto ko kasi ‘yung friend ko palagi akong kinakausap.’ English translation: ‘but I want my friend to always talk to me’. And my translation: ‘My definition of a friend is someone I can always talk to, one who won’t leave my side, one who’s always attached to me.’ The girl actually wants to share my boring life. But her intentions are selfish. She once told me that when she has a friend, she’s only ‘stick-to-one’, which is precisely what she wants to do with me, which I don’t want to fulfill, because it’s one of the things I usually avoid with friends, especially someone as boring as her. It’s not that she’s our helper, and I’m her superior, no, it’s not that. Her fault comes in with the statement ‘can we be friends?’. Usually, friends aren’t obtained from merely asking someone; it is built through the time when you are together. Friendship has no definition whatsoever, but I know it is a form of simple companionship, with the contentment you feel towards that certain person and the bond that ties you to each other. And with her question to me, I felt that she is thinking that after I have answered that, we are instantly close to each other. Wrong, wrong! So now instead of entertaining her, I just go straight to my room, listen to music, read books, type blah blahs on my computer, and even use my revolving chair for the fun of it. I must say I am acting a bit rude and inconsiderable, however, it’s her fault. Her attitude towards me even changed. You know, I like her personality then, before she asked me that silly question. And her attitude today only made her went up to that extreme boring level. So now it seems as if she’s not a friend anymore, yet more of an existing plea for friendship, which she deliberately forced herself to have. So sorry, Jing Jing, but this kind of friendship you want to have isn’t what I like. Ciao.

10:10 pm

my bday celebration ENCHANTED!

2004-10-28T13:54:00.000-07:00

yep, at long last my birthday celebration is finished, after being cancelled thrice. so yesterday (oct. 27) we went to enchanted kingdom, an amusement park with some extreme rides. we arrived there at 10:45 am and left at 7 am then was home before 9:30 pm. I'm still kinda sleepy, but hey. blah blah and see the photos.

this was the very innocent package my friends gave me. very innocent OUTSIDE.

being the kids that we were, we went to the carousel first. heeeheeees

smile, me-an, smileeee!

and then we tried the fun anchor's away. it's cool that I caught this photo, since I was holding my camera between my screams and laughing.

me-an screaming her lungs out.

our worst nightmare. ahehe

walking walking walllllking

peek a boo!!! ...

isbellybang

half-drunk...?

as I said, we like kiddy rides.

maycel is angry. wheeee!

the mashed potatoes didn't taste like coconut, okay?

random people walking on the boardwalk.

I bought silver bullet earrings!! after some year and more of not wearing earrings, well now I will.

bad pitt. hehe

it was hot on that spot, which explains why isbabe is hiding with that leaflet

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!

aaaaaaaa....h? hehehe

the group of 5 feet tall people...? yeah?

heeheee

my big head blocked maycel. sorry!!

uhhhhmmmm yummy.

it's dark, it's already night time...

wheel of fate.

the view from the wheel of fate.

flying hair... flying haiiiir

sunset taken from riding the wheel of fate

yeh, in the wheel of fate. :|

now, outside... I'm fat.

HEHEHEHE poor isbellybang.

this is what my friends gave me. they say it's so nice to talk to. I doubt if I can do that.

yeah that's it. I'm still feeling sleepy and lazy so perhaps this journal entry is boring with the lame with wrong grammar captions. so, babai.

villa escudero photos... SAM'S BDAY!

2004-10-20T15:49:00.000-07:00

yep, sammy's a rich kid. (lol), so we get to go to VILLA ESCUDERO!

ahhh.... nice waterfalls. waterfalls while having lunch!

ooooh sexy butt monster... HEEHEE

one sentence while shooting the photo... NO PHOTOS TAKEN AGAINST THE LIGHT!

oooh... aren't we sexeh

WHY AM I FROWNING??!?! damn.

running water on my feet... feels NICE.

NO DON'T EAT ME!!!!!!

ooooh... some random white man's doggy

DON'T MAKE US FALL! #$(%$#&%

we can't shoot photos in the museum...?

awwwwwww.... feym.

we LOVE PLAYGROUNDS!!!

WHEEEE!!!! UP WE GO!!

HEHEHEHEHE!!! isbe, ISBANG!

UP AND UP AND UPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yeah, we love swings too. :D

we don't have money to buy this photo. :(

siblings are meant to love, but not on my part. heehee nicey nicey

GOD, we're tired, but HELL! we need PHOTOS!

the adventure with the widdle totoy

2004-10-20T15:36:00.000-07:00

I have a really cute cousin, his name is Marc Allen, but we call him Totoy, which means little boy in English. so look here...

ooooh, something smells fishy. what's it, cousin rosey?

yebaaaaa, totoy!

mememe, cousin rosey, your lap's so... COLD. but anyhoo.

WAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!! where's my sister?!?

WAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! MONSTER!!!

meow. that's better.

PAMMY'S BIRTHDAAAY

2004-10-20T15:25:00.000-07:00

yep, my friend, Pam's 18th bday. :D we celebrated it though in Sam's house. lol

sammy, your home entertainment system is sho cool

I CAN SEE YER glittering braces, hehhe

hmmm. Pitt, I see yer booty!

uhhmmmp. I want some BEERRR

peace, yo. or not. bad pitty, bad!

maycie is shleepy. 2 am.

let's blind her with FLASHLIGHT!!!

OOOOH WAKE UP WAKEY WAKEY!

pitt's not sleeping. she's POSING. yea, model. :P

devcom 20 field trip

2004-10-20T14:58:00.000-07:00

development journalism (subject) trip to Phil. Daily Inquirer (newspaper). I was in a van where my instructor rode in, so we were really lucky. we had free snacks, and free entertainment too. heehee so, view on.

the driver and our professor. was bored with listening to my cd player.

OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! the attack of BIG TOILET PAPERS!!! RUN!

GOD, what're they doing with the toilet PAPERS?!? ...is that the toilet?

"hey... do you want to use the toilet papers? you seem to need it." HEEHEE my close bud in the trip posing for me. :P

is that the button to flush the toilet...?

wow, SOYA BLACK MILK!

BOO. me and my friend.

tunog kalye concert

2004-10-20T14:48:00.000-07:00

and now when we attended the concert 'tunog kalye', where two local awesome bands played - The Mongols and Rivermaya. they're really cool. I got my camera at that time, so here's some photos to show how much FUN it was!

Yan Yuson. so HOT. *DROOLS*

psychedelic lights, yo!

ROCKIN' ASS! from jumping too much, the photo's tilted.

nice lighting on this one. rivermaya here now.

yeaaaah awesome voice of Rico Blanco.

yeyeyeyeye!

and then after that, we went to a bar, but no photos for that now, so. blah. awesome night it was.

devcom 20 field trip

2004-10-20T14:39:00.000-07:00

flashbaaack

2004-10-20T14:37:00.000-07:00

so I decided to do a photonovel sort of journal. bleh. we'll start from the time when I got my digital camera (and used someone else's camera).

this time I'll be starting from may 20, 2004 when a good friend of mine visited me.

mister wonka with the kangaroo. clearly depicts where he came from. heehee

whining... "it's sooo out of tune!"

portrait shot, wonka, portrait shoooot

MEEHEEEE MEEEHEEE EAT YER HEAD OFF!

and me says it's hard to eat this way.

who knew that we're gonna be crying next since after that, we were victims of thievery?

WHEEEEEEEE!!! COFFEEEEEEEEEHHHHH!

poouuuuty wonka

err... fashion photography? HEEHEE

everyone needs their cellphone, of course

^______^ some minutes before he went awaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

...and all the drama after that. heehee

one bottle, two bottles... NO MORE?!?

2004-10-19T16:00:00.000-07:00

last night the awesome discovery was obtained from my semi-coherent head.

I don't get drunk, easily. For five hours which seemed like minutes, or whatever hours that were, I stayed sober, and even after I drank some cups of wine (after drinking some bottles of beer). Blasted fantastic, yeah?

But definitely there's something wrong with my head after doing so since I SANG with the mic and all.

Conclusion: drinking doesn't make me a drunk, but drinking screws with something in my head. dunno. shut up. eh?

O_o

hear ye, hear ye... here's miss psycho

2004-10-16T16:56:00.000-07:00

I'm miss psycho, who dwells in the nothingness and the fickle blackness of life. The nothingness that seemed like a speck of dust in the ground that everyone just take for granted. I'm stomped on, ignored, as I know nothing about life.

stupidity of life, yes I know.

I've just read an excerpt from Nibokov's work, and I found it very intriguing and inspiring. the reason why I am writing here right now. But that's another senseless topic to be tackled, so I'm going to dive in miss psycho's topic for the day:

Love.

Let me start this topic by stressing that there's no perfect person living in love, and nothing but love for that matter. Even that seemingly fictional figure strutting above us is NOT perfect enough to not HATE. No one. It has been said that we only see the light in the dark; and the same applies to love. We cannot realize love if we don't know hate. Everyone has hated in some part of their life, everyone had wanted to kill in extreme fury, anger that was included in hate, of course.

But why is that that I never understand love, even if my exposure to hate had been intense? What have my hate contributed to my perception of love? Nothing perhaps, or has it just piled more remorse... blah.

In short, I never understood. I, however have some ideas on some of the things that revolve around love.

Relationships. I find having this particularly stupid. Why must you commit yourself to someone? For comfort, what? I am cynical, yes. But you must understand that I have never been in a serious relationship. And having so much opinion given to me made my mind hazed. I define a relationship as something built only from sexual desires, as libido is the first thing that controls ourselves. Doesn't it? Or probably I am just succumbed in hate that these definitions arouse from my mind.

There are some times as well that I don't comprehend emotions connected to love. I find it rather hard to react or give out any emotions when someone shows me something of the sort.

Perhaps I'm numb...?

It's very hard to judge if I'm indeed numb. I'm rather emphatical to other people showing emotions but not to me; rather people showing emotions to other people. Yet when it comes to me, I feel nothing, and oftentimes I misinterpret many of them.

Oh well.

Why must I confuse myself with something I don't like? I must stop this nonsense and just sulk in the dark recesses of my mind. There's more to do and think than do this contemplation.

Miss Psycho, still a psycho... signing out.

letter for....

2004-09-29T17:15:00.000-07:00

life, I know you're out there. and if you dropped by this page, all the better. this is a letter for you, you damned (#$)@%*)$^$&^)))!*$&$ ass. I'm a good complainant and I wonder if you have any more wits to give to me, as a person, and you as a ... you know what I'm going to call you, right? Okay... like a government you're running, I have some points to complain about and suggest to you the proper shit ways to give us.

1.) mood: you know very well that this is the most destructive part of a human's life. One day a person's happy, the next time that certain person's bites on your skin HARD from anger. wow. life, conform to the most humanist treatment of this...

2.) weather: what the hell's gotten into you? It's nearing december, and the fucking weather is just TOASTING us. hey, have some logic, please. I can give you some koko crunch in exchange.

3.) stress: would you give us anti-eyebags, a device to stop time just to make us get proper resting time? thank you.

4.) annoying people: why, life, did you give us, humans, the capabilities to be annoying. you know, it's just all right to annoy, but not to be annoyed. it might result to many scary things such as slamming a sledgehammer to that person's head or just bite his cheek off. be practical, okay?

5.) religion: and why the heck have you constructed religion to make us bow down to the funny people and pretend that they're God? who the heck wanted to not eat beef in order to conform to the rules of their religion? oh stupidity.

6.) stupidity: thank you for this, though, I had so much fun.

okay, life... I hope you read this. and if not.

fuck the world then. haha.

toasted like a pig

2004-09-25T04:11:00.000-07:00

hey. I'm new. So what? Anyway.

Have you ever felt like you're being toasted to the bones that you imagine yourself in an oven? If you want to experience it, you're very welcome to go here in the Philippines and have the experience of your life. Once the rays of sun hit your skin, it feels... BAD. I've been swimming twice a week, and this Friday, the sun was just out there, mocking us in our swimsuits and casting death threats on our dreams of having fair skin. And today me and my brother have to use the motorcycle to go to college campus, and I wore my sleeveless just for the sake of "proper tanning". Heck. If I wore something with sleeves, damn, I'll be like the human T-shirt. HEHEHEHE

anyhoo. bis bald. laters.