iv1 -- here i come!

yes yes yes!!!! i am not going to be a repeater! i am not going to wear the same red patch i had this year! i am moving on from geometry to trigonometry! i am on a cloud nine and no one's going to dissolve the nice little ray of sunshine that i'm feeling! god. you should've seen the ludicrous and, well, outlandish look on my face! it was euphoria and relief mixed in one! i swear i could've kissed and cuddled mrs. alcabedas if it wasn't for my mom who was telling me to shut up because i'm annoyingly loud. i looked at her, a goofy smile still glued on my face, "What? Aren't you glad? Magiging 4th year ako, ano ka ba!" she looked at me for a moment before giving a smile. i skipped every step from mrs. alcabedas' office to gate 1. i know i looked stupid, hell, like i care. i was so.. happy! i mean, look at that, i've been moping for three days because i thought that i'm going to be a repeater! and then.. the great news came! i'm not going to repeat third year! i just need some, um, polishing.. enrichment classes.. *groans* then again.. it's a lot better than repeating..

i seriously thought that i'm going to repeat. fuck.. "repeat" sounds so redundant in this post.. anyway, as i was saying, i really, really, really prayed. before going to stc, we even attended mass, i looked jesus (painted on the wall) straight in the eye and whispered, "please, wag nyo lang ako gawing repeater, i swear, igi-give up ko yung phone ko -- for a week!" god knows it's a humongous sacrifice for me, not being able to annoy and bother people with my hundred-or-so group messages.. :)) so, anyway, true to my word, i will shut my phone down for a week. i wouldn't respond to your messages so don't even bother texting me. i would only use my phone again next monday :) see, god granted you peace for a week! *sigh* the things i do for love.. :))

oh yeah, on a very different plane, i've finished reading new moon today. the story's not as nice and thrilling as twilight. i really like the edward-bella tandem.. besides, there's only few edward parts here so.. ok. is it that obvious that i'm after edward-cullen parts? tssss.. anyway.. never mind. i'm still speechless because of the great alcabedian news! alcabedian.. what a word.. :))

cheers, love!

song: maroon 5's won't go home without you. mareng maeka-ganda-pretty-thoughtful-responsible-diligent-SIMPLY-PERFECT and arweena's special song :)) it made me pass!

doom's day!

it's already 3.58 in the afternoon. a few more hours and i'm going to face my sentence.. i'm going to find out if i'm bound to repeat third year or if i'm lucky enough to pass it. god. i'm hoping for the latter one.. i swear, if i have to stop blogging for, say, a year, i would (mind, that is a humongous sacrifice, so, it only signifies my sincerity.) if i have to stop texting (lord, bless my soul right now..) i would! if i have to stop using my iPod (*amen*, *amen*) i would! i am willing to give up all my loved gadgets just to hear mrs. alcabedas saying , while gently smiling ang tapping my back, "ahhh.. she's not going to be a repeater. she just needs to enroll in an enrichment class."

i know i sound like a whiner. *rolls eyes* ok, i am a whiner. but, heck, i can't help it. i am anxious and worried because my life's so fucked up at the moment and i don't know if i should commit suicide already. seriously, the thought came up a dozen times already :)) i'm not really good in handling stress.. when there's too much to fret about, i get too stressed out. and honestly, i am such a worry-wart. i fuss too much and i make big issues out of small things. frankly, i think the reason i get stressed out is because i'm stressing myself out. *sighs* that sounds bloody stupid.

anyway, to cut off all those other bullshits, i bought stephenie meyer's new moon today! well.. my father did say that i shouldn't ruin my summer -- yet. so, to brighten up my day, i've bought something lovable. a book! one novel a day keeps boredom away! so far, i'm getting fairly pissed off with edward. (this is only my opinion and i'm no telling you to believe in me or whatever..) but, he loves bella, i know he loves bella! i can't see the sense in living bella alone in forks while the two of them suffer from, um, love-lost? whatever.. i can't really bastardize anything right now because i'm not done with the book yet. as soon as i finish it, hello-hello criticisms (if ever i get inspired in writing a reaction-post-something.. HAHA.)

P.S. jacob is a sexpot. :)) read it to believe it. :))

P.P.S. god. i do hope mrs. alcabedas' news is not that suicidal.

song: vanessa carlton's who's to say.

the phone call, jackass.

shit shit shit. when you receive a phone call, not just any phone call, mind you, the phone call.. what would you do? would you freak out? would you stare at the telephone for hours and ask yourself if you really deserve the phone call? or would you pretend that nothing happened?

i received the phone call yesterday. mrs. alcabedas called us. well, i don't know what happened. it's my father who knows the whole sordid and horrifying details. my parents have an appointment with mrs. alcabedas on monday. god. i am so freaking out. all i've done since i found out about the phone call is CRY. my eyes are still red and puffy right now. i am, without doubt, so depressed. i mean, i've tried so hard to pass every fucking exam. i've had many sleepless nights and this is where my stupid efforts are taking me! to top it of, my mom's angry at me. she thinks it's my fault that i might repeat third year again. i think that's unfair. is it my fault that my brain's always in malfunction-mode? is it my fault that i'm slow? is it my fault that i never had those proper and useful genes? it's bloody not.

i am so down i don't know what to do. i didn't even touch my laptop from the moment i woke up until 4 something.. well.. if you're wondering what i'm using now, i'm using my father's pc. he has a kind heart :) you know what, when he saw me crying when i came out of their room (because i tried to talk to my mom.. you know, tell her not to get mad at me anymore..) he tried to comfort me.. although, it's not really useful because, hell, one thing you should know about my father is that he's not showy with his feelings.. he get's awkward in those crying and comforting stuff.

*MA - Mabuting Ama
*IA - Iyaking Anak

MA: Oh, bakit?
IA: (points to their room and sniffs)
MA: dahil ba don sa Monday?
IA: (burst into uncontrollable sobs)
MA: wag mo muna problemahin. we don't know what it's about pa.
IA: (in a not-so-understandable voice) i've tried so hard! hindi nyo naman kasi nakikita ehh! kung matulog ako mga 10, 11, 1!
MA: hoy, nakikita ko.. we've done everything we could.. advance-summer programs.. yung remedials mo.. pero, kung magre-repeat talaga.. wala tayong magagawa.
IA: (really, really, really sobs)
MA: wag mo muna problemahin.. we'll find out sa monday kung kaproble-problema nga.. pero, in the mean time, wag mo muna sirain summer mo.

who wouldn't be flattered in having this kind of father?

let's just hope that i wouldn't repeat third year..

SONG: aly and aj's something more

eyelids gone wild.

today is, what, 9.39 am. good heavens. i only had 5 and-a-half hours of sleep.. no wonder my eyelids are twitching and whispering to me that they deserve at least 8 hours of sleep. i'm trying to ignore them.

ugh. i really think that i'm already an insomniac. i can't sleep early. my usual sleeping hours are around 11 pm-3 am. god. i'm slowly killing myself because i know that this is really, really, really unhealthy and noxious. my parents are giving me big-WTF-stares every time they see the lights still turned on in our room. i can't help it, i mean, it's not really my fault that i'm awake as a morning bird during those wee hours. it's not my fault that i'm wide awake while the whole town's dreaming, fantasizing, and snoring.

ok fine. maybe it's sort of my fault too.. in some aspects, anyway. last night for example, i drank a whole bottle of coke and a cup of coffee.. it was a boost. i was active as the next olympian-wannabe. i was a paranoid, always looking out at the window and checking if the house's still intact. i was uneasy because i want to do some things but i was afraid that i might wake up everybody in the house. tsss. it's detrimental to drink too much caffeine, i know. but, hell, i didn't know that this would be the effects -- paranoia and restlessness.

it did help a lot that i was texting chezca and raia. but, at around 1 am-2 am raia said that her eyes are flickering already so i said goodnight. chezca and i texted until around 3.30 am. we talked about her fucked up corniness. well, it was sir dm we blamed. i mean he was chezca's co-ad! and, let's face it, sir's corniness is contagious and infectious. generally, chezca and i talked about stuff that normal-minded people wouldn't talk and care about. she cracked up corny jokes while i gaped at her text messages and tried hard not to cringe. i tried to scare her by brutally telling her that ghosts and misguided souls usually appear and show themselves at 3 am. i was shocked with her response "initial reaction: tangina. loko ka! seryoso ka?" i was not offended with the TI-word, i mean, i wouldn't be offended because i'm the one teasing her. i was stunned because chezca cursed. i stared at my phone for a minute before recovering from my shock. chezca, cursing? wow. that's very new. one thing you should know is that chezca is the most behaved among us. she's the one who doesn't curse, who doesn't initiate any mischievous acts, who cries when something bad's written on her behavioral report. hell, normally, we associate chezca's name to the word "scaredy cat", so, you could imagine the look on my face when i saw the word "tangina" on her message. :)) god. i can't get over it. i even saved that message in my cellphone :)) little chezca's growing up. :))

ciao :)

oh, by the way, i want to thank everyone who greeted me and remembered my birthday last March 25. you guys made my day :)

song: Yellowcard's One year, six months. :x :x :))

it's nice seeing you crawl

it's good to be back to my old sunny self. oooops, first of all, happy easter, love. let's all celebrate christ's, er, risen form.

ugh. my summer's not fruitful -- yet. on the start of april 7, i am hoping that my summer will start to gain it's, um, fruitiness. on that day, i'm going to start my review classes. let's hope that i could concentrate and focus. let's wish that there's no window there so i wouldn't daydream about stuff. let's pray that the teacher's really patient because, hello, i am such a retard and i am very slow on the uptake. anyway, i need to get serious with these stuff because it's going to map out my future. i mean, it would be the body of the school i'm going to enter when i finish high school. i really need to get serious. :))

i am so bored. and i am also irritated.. a few more days and i'm turning a year older again. :( and i wouldn't be celebrating that day with my friends, i'm going to celebrate it with my family. it's not that i'm annoyed or anything.. but. ugh. never mind. let's forget that my birthday's just around the corner :(

SONG: ben jelen's come on.

crushes and crashes

who wouldn't fall for this babe? if you do not know her, pea-brain, that's michelle jacquet branch. god. she's so freaking hot i'm losing my brain. *sigh* do you know how much i love michelle branch? no. you don't have any fucking idea. *sighs slowly* i liked her since i was 9. no, i didn't have any weird fantasies like marrying her, whatsoever. i just liked her and i idolized her because i think she's friggin' pretty and freakin' talented. i would sing her songs on the top of my lungs and i would imagine that she's watching me and clapping her hands because she's flattered that i loved her music.

do you know how depressed i was when i found out that she's marrying her bassist, teddy landau, who's 19 years older than her? i was, there's no other word to say it, crushed. i gave a long "what?" and i punched the computer monitor. no, i was not jealous or anything. i just thought that she's too good for a bassist. she's too pretty for a guy who's not as fresh as her. she's too young to get married. i didn't cry, though. i mean that's a little out of place, crying because your crush is going to get married. i just felt something was terribly wrong, "sayang sya kasi she's very young and she's at the peak of her career.."

now, when i found out that she's given birth to her baby girl, Owen, I frowned because i thought that she wouldn't have time to make great music. i was right. she had less time to produce new albums and new songs. then, she collaborated with jessica harper so that they have a two-man/men band -- the wreckers. it's not that bad. but, i like it better when michelle branch's doing her solo stuff.

*sigh* this post sounds extremely lame.

p.s. oh yeah -- i just found out that she's bound to release a new album this year. i'm crossing my fingers.

p.p.s. i'm going to edit this post when my proper brain cells are working. i still have a hangover on the folder-part-drama that i've deleted on my phone. tssss.

song: michelle branch's one of these days

everything's so fucking messed up.

i want to ditch this fucking useless head of mine and shove it under a humongous tree that could cover up my disproportioned body parts in a jiffy! i am so angry, so disappointed, so fucking sad! this is just another drama (so, if you're really sick with tear-leveled posts, you might as well click and open another tab and just get out of my site..) but everything's so messed up already all i have to do is look shocked and surprised and then moan and groan! words are so freaking not enough to describe this ultra-melancholic drama i'm feeling! words are so friggin' useless to elaborate this fucking heavy burden i'm not supposed to feel but surprisingly carrying on my crooked and stiff shoulders!

aaaahhh. i know that you can't understand a word i'm saying. guess what, that's not my problem anyway. ugh. i sound like a complete friggin' bitch. ok. i'm going to try to sound diplomatic. ok. *breathing* i'm sorry if i just ranted all about those non-sense stuff and i'm sorry if i've cursed expertly that it caused your eyes to pop and your tongue to stick on the upper part of your mouth. i know i'm not making any sense here and you're probably rolling those pretty eyes of yours because you can't understand a word i'm saying and you think that you're just wasting those precious time of yours by actually reaching the second paragraph of this post! aaahh. still, i think i should be flattered because you actually reached the, er, climax *coughs incoherently* of this unwanted and unread post.

anyway, as i'm already typing furiously i might as well give hints why i'm feeling this way and why i'm babbling like hell. in my fucking old cellphone, my globe cellphone, you know, i have this very sacred folder. this most cherished folder of mine contains the messages of, ok fine, this sounds fairly stupid and shallow, but this folder contains the messages of my crush. i've cherished and i took care of this folder -- always checking if the messages are still intact and cute. then, because of my extreme stupidity and carelessness -- i've accidentally deleted it. i was shocked and my hands shook violently when i've realized what i've done. yeah, ang OA ni rina. still, i loved that folder! it was the most important part of that ratty old cellphone. i mean, that's the reason why i can't and i don't change my phone! because of that freaking folder! ugh. see, i told you it's shallow. duh. i'm a shallow person anyway. tssss.

wow. hell, i thought you were pissed with my posts? how come you've reached paragraph 4? kidding :)) ugh, anyway, you're supposed to smile because i cracked a joke, pea-brain. hahahaha. ok. i laughed at my own lame joke. my god. my brain's in ultra-malfunctioning-mode because of that friggin' folder. yep. it's so lame you're rolling your eyes right now and punching your computer monitor. but, what can i do, i'm such a shallow person that i cry because of shallow reasons.

those fucking messages are one of the reasons why i can laugh in a dark and depressing place. those messages are the reason why i always subscribe to unlitxt. those freaking messages are so damn important. for me anyway.

ugh. just.. just forget you read any of this/these. you're just going to lose your brain because this post is idiotic and sentimental and emotional and irrational. goodbye.

SONG: the all-american reject's the last song.

you wanted the best, it wasn't me.

i'm going gaga over that song. i've been singing that for two days now. wow, in a span of 2 days it's already in my top 25 most played songs :)) addict.

ugh. i'm not supposed to smile right now because i'm really, really depressed. :/ tsss. i need to talk to either dorilie or chezca ASAP. :/ but since chezca knows what it's about, my need to talk to her is greater.

anyway, 8 more days to go and i'm turning 16 already. :/ too bad i'm not going to celebrate it. :/ yeah. sweet 16 and i'm not going to celebrate it. why? i'm currently in a warpath with my family. seriously, every night we shout and we yell at each other. so, i don't think i would celebrate my birthday because my whole family and i are in no-speaking-no-chatting terms. what a load of bullshit.

i hate it here. every time i'm inside the house, we always fight. so, i guess it's a lot better if someone really adopts me and lifts the burden off my parents' shoulders. *sigh* it's a good thing my review classes would start on april 7. and, guess what, i would see jodie there! yes! you should've seen the look on my face when i found out that jodie and i are going together! she's going to make my summer. :)

SONG: the all-american rejects' the last song.

favoritisms and injustices

i know you're getting sick of this heavy dramas of mine -- i mean, it's always about rants, tirades, dramas. tsk. but this time this is a BIG thing -- for me, anyway.

i know that i'm not of any superior intellect like everyone in my family. i'm always the dumb one, the slow one, the stupid one. in the 15 years that i belonged in this clan, i have accepted that. i have learned how to laugh, how to smile, how to snigger when everybody compares me to my brother. i've always managed a small smile whenever anyone asks me why i'm not as good and as smart as my brother, why i fail in fucking exams. they do not know the effort i put in studying math-related stuff. they don't know that.

they don't know how uneasy i am whenever there are family gatherings because i know that my brother would be the star of the night because he's studying in fucking philippine science. and, i also know that the comparisons would come. "oh, how come she's not studying there?", "what? you failed algebra?", "you have three line of 7's?!". i would always sigh and say "ehh, i hate math ehh. i suck in math-stuff."

it's always Yo who's the good one, the BEST one, the loved one -- the favorite. whenever he commits an error, it'll go unnoticed. whenever i commit a mistake, "ano ba? paulit-ulit nalang! you never listen! you never learn!" take last night for example, my brother got mad because he can't go to an overnight party with his friends (how biased is that? he's allowed to go to sleepovers and i'm not!) anyway, he got mad and then blah-blah-blah. they were fighting (my dad, my mom, and yo.) then out of the blue, "parehong-pareho kayo ng kapatid mo!" i was shocked because i was just sitting in the dining room, eating silently and my name's brought up because they can't blame Niccolo alone! they always have to drag my name somehow. they always have to get mad at me whenever yo's at fault -- they can't get angry at Yo alone. you know why? because they love him so much they can't take it when yo stops talking to them!

you think my life is something picture perfect. try living in my house for three days -- you'll see how biased everything is whenever yo's concerned. he always gets what he wants in a single snap. he's always the right one because his IQ is a lot higher than mine. he's the best because he's the youngest.

i only like going back to the house to sleep and to use the internet. but i've always loved school because of the people there -- they don't squirm whenever they talk to me even if i'm slow on the uptake. this is a very long summer. adopt me :/

SONG: motion city soundtrack's broken heart.

summer love :)

ha! yes. finally school's OVER. we had the last day of classes/exams whatever yesterday. after the prayer service, i hanged out with some ii1 friends at Reyes Barbecue where we were told to be quiet by the dashing waitress. anyway, it was our fault so we evacuated the area and returned to gate 3 :)

i went to school today to check my fucking clearance. it's a good thing i went because i didn't know that i'm not yet done with pinoy. so, ms. toledo talked to me and told me to finish some of the stuff. it was just an adding-thing but it was a bore.

i'm loving summer so far. haha. i hope to love summer more :/

i'll post something ok some other time. i'm sleepy.

SONG: Motion City Soundtrack's "Broken Heart" <-- the lyrics are not mushy. try listening to it :)

eat up, pea-brain!

i shouldn't starve myself. that's what i've realized this day. since, i started this starving-fasting-thing of mine, nothing can really register inside my brain. i've been feeling weak, lazy, and a complete retard. ahh. maybe there are more ways to lose weight (rather than crash dieting)

i'm currently studying soc scie. and i still haven't studied algeb and religion. good luck. i just got back from my tutorials anyway. my pea-sized brain needs some rest. i'm starting to think that i might suffer from information overload, that's why nothing's making sense to me now. :s ugh. the dimness of being sick.

i need to get serious in the rel part because the exam's coverage's from the 1st quarter to the 4th quarter. how's that for "less" stress. triple shit. and to think that i forgot where i put my rel notebook. all my handouts and scribbles are there! how can i study using the book when half the time we're discussing, handouts were the one used! ugh. stupid stupid stupid. i was such in a hurry last friday, i didn't check if i got all the things i need.

i'm a bit okay now -- i mean, i'm not bedridden :) i was even able to go to msa and have my tutorials. i am so proud to say that i understand the phytagorean theorem and the, er, 45-90-45 (is that it? i forgot already..) theorem. hooray. ugh. i still need some serious term-polishing so that i can prove if the angle is congruent or whatever.

i have to go. i need to study.

SONG: Here, there and everywhere by the beatles.

adieu fat charlie!

i'm almost done with the term paper! =)) few more glances and groans and it's DONE! hooray hooray!

i should get well as soon as possible. i mean, finals start on monday and i haven't studied anything yet. how's that? ugh. there's no connection. sorry. my bad. brain malfunction. anyway, i should get well so at least i may be able to say that i tried to study even if my brain is pumping and not working!

my father's in one of his moods right now and he's swinging his ass off while singing "Here, There and Everywhere". Yep. He's in one of those rock-star fantasy of his. Too bad I can't get up and record his "concert."

SONG: paramore's my heart.

cramming and crying

i am still editing the issue analysis and the fucking dedication. honestly, i'm getting a little pissed off! i thought our dedication part was really good and then odessa's going to tell me that she wants it CHANGED! what happened to my fucking effort??? i am so angry at the moment. ugh. i'm not supposed to move because i am terribly sick. but i HAVE to. i have to study for soc scie, rel, and algeb. i have to fucking edit that fucking term paper. fuck fuck fuck! how am i supposed to get well when i am fucking stressed? ugh. fuck.

anyway, i am bedridden at the momenth and i'm still waiting for my medicine to come. :(( life is so fucking depressing.

when the brain starts to bleed, everything stops

i feel so weak today. :(( too bad it's achievement test day and i didn't concentrate because i couldn't! my head's aching like hell. i thought it's going to crack open the moment i saw my chem test paper. i swear i can feel my brain bleeding.

i hate being sick. you know what i did when all of you were dancing all over the floor or euphorically playing volleyball whatever, i went to the clinic to rest. no, actually, i went to the clinic to have my head examined. i was moaning and near to tears because i couldn't really think well because of that skull-splitting headache. what's more, i have snot flowing down these nostrils of mine. i hate it when i have to grab a tissue and blow my nose because i can feel those eyes of the people looking at me and thinking that it's "yucky". oh well. i didn't ask for this sickness anyway.

too bad this illness came during test days! ugh. speaking of illness, sir dm's 300 terms is a part of this contagious stress i'm feeling! he gave us a day to come up with 300-fucking terms! WTF. i didn't come up with 300. i only gave him 98. i was so angry and frustrated i sneezed real hard! i mean, why did he give it the day before the achievement test? i didn't have the chance to review because all night i was doing that fucking 300 terms and to think that i'm already sick and feverish! my life is going to the dumps. i know i'm going to be a repeater. fuck fuck fuck fuck. anyway, don't forget me if i become a repeater. okay? go to my section and visit me and comfort me and tell me that i'm not going to repeat third year thrice. that would be good enough.

ugh. i'm getting paranoid. i think my throat's bleeding too because i can taste blood. you know, the iron-tasting reddish stuff. ugh. i think i have to talk to my parents :( they need to help me now.

SONG: paramore's my heart

every second counts

school starts tomorrow -- again. i know you're scratching your head and rolling your eyes right now and mumbling, "another post about school? doesn't she post anything but rants about school? ugh! i quit -- she sucks!".. heck. what can i do? there's nothing else to talk about anyway but school. as i was saying before i interrupted myself with that traumatizing monologue, school starts again tomorrow. this coming week is the last day for recitations and quizzes because next, next week, the quarterly exams will start.

boohooooooo. i am nervous as hell because i'm not sure if i can pass the fucking algebra and geometry tests. i totally suck in math and it's giving me the creeps. laraine and i were talking about being classmates next year in the same year level. she told me that she's sure she's going to repeat third year, i gave her a long frown and i said, "ehh pano naman ako, diba? nagreremedial pa ako." she laughed at me and she said that's it's okay because she's a hundred percent sure that she's going to use the same red-patched uniform she's wearing that day. she made me laugh and made me feel at ease because i wouldn't be the only one to repeat third year :)) hahaha. i'm already assuming that i'm going to be a repeater. let's hope that it wouldn't happen. i mean, i don't want to see all of my batch mates graduating in the year 2009 while i graduate the same year as my brother's -- 2010.

i had my tutor today and i was sure he was ready to burst into unbelievable and noisy sobs because of my stupidity. i mean, before we can move on to trapezoids and all that stuff, he had to repeat the procedures and explanations about four times. he had to heave a long sigh before scratching his balding head and saying, "no, ganito nga kasi dapat yan.. if the two angles are congruent.." then i would nod my head and try real hard to concentrate for about two minutes before slowly drifting to another sweet daydream of mine. i don't know why i can't concentrate. oh yeah, the answer to that is plain and simple -- i hate and i loathe math. if i get to be the president of the philippines, i wouldn't require too many math subjects (HAHAHA. the philippines will surely go to the dumps then.)

anyway, every second counts. so, i'm going to try to maximize the remaining days to pull some of my grades up. i have to graaduate in 2009. i need to. or else i wouldn't be graduating the same year as.. never mind..

new month, new layout

At LAST! I have a new LAYOUT. Now, I don't have a friggin' reason to delete my blog :)) Anyway, new layout, let me give my credits to 04 Ma. Francezca C. Bajandi of iii4, she edited everything and she got rid of Spongebob's face.

I LOVE my new layout. Seriously. Although Eryel said that the Prelude part-something's a bit emotional. There's only one answer to that. I didn't make it. :)) It was, nice guess, buddy, Chezca who made that. I actually laughed when I saw that long ago there was a "princess" named Rina. Seriously, I touched my tummy and gave a long chuckle. Well, anyway, that part's not true (Oh, you know, the part where Kirat'll get my lady-love. Ugh. I prefer to call it lady-love than Prince Charming. Prince Charming's are so passe. As if lady-love's aren't..) I wont let any fucking Kirat beat me. That's an oath. I wont let Kirat beat ME.

I think I should edit some parts in this layout because it is a bit emotional. Too emotional for my very own beady-black eyes.

Oh yeah, tomorrow is Aika's 16th birthday! Let's all give her a warm hug and a loud birthday greeting. I love that girl :) And, because I love her, I really have a reason to go to school early :) So, she better go to school in the crack of dawn or else.. HAHAHAHA :))

SONG: Paramore's My Heart

Tirades And Outbursts

It's the first day of March :) 24 more days and my life is OVER. :((

To those who are wondering why I stopped sending Group Messages, I am so much glad to inform you that my I only have 1 peso as my credit balance. Yep. You can all jump for joy because there's no Rina to annoy the devil in you. Sigh. Hmpf. I only subscribe to unli because of one person and that person doesn't have a load. So, what's the point in buying another prepaid card? Tssss.

Few more hellish days and school's over. Summer's going to start and it's going to be HELL for the juniors. I think everyone's going to start going to review centers to, er, review for the upcoming college entrance exams. WHAT. Yep. After STC, my life's headed to a different kind of school -- Review School. How's that for a fun summer break?

Anyway, I was surfing the net and I saw that Ashlee Simpson's hair is -- red. Not red red, you know, reddish blonde or something of that sort. Did she dye it a long time ago? How come I didn't notice? Don't get me wrong, I'm not a fan. I was just bored so I flipped some tabs over and *poof* an Ashlee Simpson-Pete Wentz Column. They're holding each other's hands and looking in each other's eyes sweetly. Tut Tut. I'm going to bet a million bucks that those two wouldn't last. I mean, couples who do a lot of PDA usually don't last. Go ask your mothers. Anyway, it's just a theory of mine, I'm not telling you to believe me.

SONG: Michelle Branch's One Of These Days

March

It's already March 1 because in my clock right now, it says "12.28 am" So, it's time to say "Hello" to March and "Good-bye" to February. Ugh. Do you know how much I hate March to come? My birthday's coming so it means I'm turning another fucking year older. I don't want to get old. I mean, I'm too young, I want to stay young! Hmm.. No, I don't want to have any disease or something, what I meant to say is that I don't want to turn 16 yet because 2 more years and I'll turn 18 already. Whoah. 18 is a BIG number. Although, being 18 has a lot of benefits.. and RESPONSIBILITIES. And, I don't think I will ever be mature enough to take care of responsibilities.

Days are slowly passing by and I'm hating it. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to go to school anymore because of the traumatizing amount of homework teachers give us and those overflowing long tests and quizzes. My tiny brain can't take it anymore -- I'm very close in having a nervous breakdown.

Hmmm. I want to go to school.. because of some other certain reasons.

God. My eyes are flickering already. I think I need to go to sleep. After a while :))

SONG: Thunder by Boys Like Girls :))