Liquid Dreams.

I'm starting to get gay. Again. Not gay-gay, gay-boybands-stuff. That kind of gay. School's getting pretty oh-some. I'm loving my blockmates. Especially Jonah Ventura. I think she's my favorite. :> :))

Actually, I'm torn. I dunno if I still want to transfer to another school next year or if I should just stay in UST. Personally, I do not love UST; I don't like it. Ever. I just love my blockmates. Are you getting me? I love the people around me but I hate the place. I want AdMU so bad it hurts. :| Anyway, if I'm gonna transfer to another school -- it would probably be in DLSU. 'Cause it's the one nearest the house. Pwede akong mag-bike lang. NO JOKE. That's why I was sort of devastated when I didn't get in. I was really hoping I would nail DLSU -- but I didn't. That's why I'm bitter.

Well, my plan is to go to DLSU. And when I get tuper duper successful -- I would make AdMU regret everything. It's time to play with the enemy. Geez. I'm so bitter. :| Still.

SO ANYWAY. I dunno if I still want to transfer to a different school. God, I need a sign. Kasi you know that I don't like UST. Never. As in kahit kelan hindi ko nagustuhan ang UST. :(( I just love my blockmates. Yun lang talaga. Minsan nga sabe ko sana nag-St. Scho nalang ako. Anywhere but UST. :(( I'm so sorry sa mga loyalists out there.

SONG: Liquid Dreams by O-Town.

Lose That Hate Inside.

It's exactly 3.40 am. *sighs* I'm getting bored with this & everything else. I'm looking for a cheap thrill. Yes, CHEAP. I don't see any point in blogging anymore. *sighs* There's really nothing to talk about.

BINGBONG JOPET TAN YANG KEE I CHOOSE YOU! :>

*I don't think there's a name like that. I mean, who would possible name their kid "Bingbong Jopet" right? So, it's safe.

I didn't actually catch myself in any of these paragraphs. God. I must be extremely bangag.


SONG: Rufio's She Cries.

You Don't Have To Worry.

Things are much much better between us than 4 months ago. Don't you think so? And I'm much, much happier now. Thank you for finally giving me the peace of mind I've been longing for. :)

Prelims would start tomorrow. Shit. I'm crossing my fingers. It's a good thing I'm done with my PGC report and Theo Syntesis. I could finally rest. Wuhoooo!

I'm gonna watch The Orphan with my blockmates on Thursday! I'm excited! :">

SONG: The Maine's Whoever She Is.

BV

Today must be one of the most offensive days ever. Let's skip JM's "Malandi ka, Rina" part. :)) I know he's kidding and he doesn't mean the Malandi-Sa-Boys type Malandi. He was referring to the Magaslaw-Malandi.

Anyway, what I want to say right now is something more disorienting. I treated her with respect and, God knows, how much I liked her. (Plus, we're supposed to be, like, SUPER FRIENDS.) Now that we're not talking, like, everyday anymore -- nagawa nya yun? She knows how much I loathe that slut. She knows! How could she do that?

Do you know what's the BAD part? I don't have any right to feel like this. I don't have any right at all. Damn it.

Self-Pity.

I was browsing and looking at some friend's pictures and I how I wish I didn't. I feel so bad 'cause they're all, like, pretty and glamorous and likeable and PROPER CLOTHES FIT THEM. I feel so terrible. Ok fine. I don't care about skirts or dresses since I'm not girly -- but, dude, silly as it seems -- I AM a girl too. It might not be obvious since I don't act one -- but, it doesn't make me a boy. I want to wear pumps but I'm too scared that the heels might, well, snap when I use it. I want to wear tanktops -- 'cause, DUDE, c'mon, it's not even about flaunting or anything -- the weather is so unbearable here in the Philippines -- it's preferrable to wear sleeveless tops!

I hate being fat. I hate being ugly. I hate my hair. I hate it.

I wish I'm pretty too. People would love me if I'm pretty.

I Stay In Love With You.

Basically, this week came like a BLUR. I didn't even notice that Tuesday passed and it's nearing Friday. I didn't get to do my AWESOME Friday Countdowns. Tsk tsk. Ohwell. At least it's a Saturday right now. Yes. It's 2.20 in the morning and I'm blogging and ranting this early because I have insomnia. Really. I'm having a HARD time getting my ass to snore. It's, like, TORTURE. I have to toss around the bed and try hard not to scream because of frustration. This insomnia thing is NOT funny. It's killing me -- hypothetically speaking.

So, I'm done watching The Parent Trap. I last saw it, what, 4 years ago..? So, I forgot most of the scenes already. I needed to watch it because of the CA report we're about to have next Tuesday. It's giving me the chills since I want our report to be representable and lovely and funny and.. Bloody perfect. Yes. That's it. I really need to put my back on this group project. I swear, after blogging, I'm off to crack my knuckles and do some serious work. I PROMISE.

Yo would be taking the UPCAT this coming Sunday. I really, really, really hope he'll ace the test. That would make my parents really, really, really happy and proud. Yo could and would be the person they always wanted me to be. Brainy. Smart. Intelligent. Yidi yadah blah blah blah. But, actually, it would make me really proud of my brother if he passed the UPCAT too. It means that all my yelling and glaring and nagging did actually pay off. He could have the dreams I wanted and was not able to achieve. He could get it all. This is it. I do hope he passes. I really do.

Wow, this must be my longest post after, what, two months. Do you want to know why? I simply adore my layout -- that's why. ;) But, wont you agree? It's fab, isn't it? ;;)

SONG: Mariah Carey's I Stay In Love. Whenever I hear this song, I remember ODESSA -- our tutor days with Sienna. :"> I miss those times. God knows what I would do to bring back the old happy days. I wish I could turn back the time and just savour every minute, no, scratch that -- every second I had with IV1 and my friends.