ola! como es tan, senora?

ugh. i'm staring at spongebob's face again. oh my god, i'm getting terribly sick and pissed off at spongebob's "migrating-soon" face. i know i have NO RIGHT to complain since i didn't make this layout.. that's what's so fucked-up, i do NOT know how to change this bloody layout. and no one is patient enough to teach me and to explain to me everything, detail-by-detail. i don't really have any flair or talent in computer-designing stuff..

today is, what, december 29? oh yeah, and it's a saturday.. tomorrow, at 2 a.m. in the morning, we're off to cabanatuan again. to those who are wondering where this tiny piece of land is, it's actually in region 3 (ha, monece, alam ko na!).. we're going to spend new year there because my grandmother's there and she's 80, cranky, annoyingly obnoxious, but contagiously sweet.. she has this "family-thing" and we're supposed to visit her because she gets too sensitive and touchy and she starts saying that we don't love her anymore, and at the age of "young-innocent" 80, we're already starting to forget her existence.. you know, that kind of emotional stuff.. well, because i do love her, i just say "Yeah, Yoyi, we're visiting you naman aah.. Halos every month nga ehh.." she sighs and starts to emote again.. that's the usual scene in my maternal grandmother's case. don't mind me, i'm immune and used to it.

anyway, i'm really serious in memorizing my goddamn lines in Merchant Of Venice.. oh yeah.. i'm in scene 4, i'm shylock -- and i'm the bloody director. don't get me wrong, i didn't volunteer for the job (heck, why would i volunteer for something just to torture myself? i mean, i' not really the most responsible person in the world.. and i can't take the stress, and -- fear..) so, here i am, gnawing my poor-innocent nails because of anxiety and worry, that my groupmates might not memorize their lines or might not take the play seriously.. please, dear God, i'm not being a nerd or something -- i'm just determined to make this play work because the teacher is -- Mrs. Billones. Yes, yes, of all the junior teachers, she's the one i'm, um, respecting the most.. Maybe it's because of the fact that she actually shows concern for iii1. anyway, as i was saying, i'm serious about the play because i'm, um, afraid of mrs. billones (you know, i don't want her to get -- furious)

i want to get back to school. i miss the people :( in this house, yeah, my parents make me laugh a lot, they're very good entertainers, mind. especially my father -- he could create a riot. okay, maybe it's a little exaggerated but i'm serious about him being a good entertainer. ha! some of his jokes are damn funny, and some, they're plain corny -- and because of the 100% corn in that corny joke, it makes me laugh..

then again, in terms of corny jokes, no one -- NOBODY could beat Sir DM. :)) there's this time when he said that he knows that he's corny.. and here's the 'thinkable' punchline, "Pero kayo.. you're a young corn!" WAHAHAHAHAHA =)). i think, i'm the only one who laughed when he said that because everybody's saying "WEH, sir, corny talaga!" oh well, i like sir because he's corny and he reminds me a lot of my father. (ha! father figure ang gusto ehh no? Neil Gaiman, Johnny Depp..) no, honestly, i just think sir's funny because of his uber-ultra-mega-outofthisworld-corny jokes.

oh well.. advance happy new year, darlings! :)) i might not be able to text you because i might not have any load.. :) i LOVE those who LOVE/s me, those who hates me too.. have a very merry new year. :)

oh yeah, may multiply na ako! i think i mentioned that in my last post? no? oh well, may multiply na ako!! :)) i'm so proud because i'm the one who made it. :D

SONGS: Tal Bachman's "Aeroplane" -- kakaLSS, download nyo.. pati yung song ng Breaking Bejamin, "Forget It".. :)

cheers!

Merchant Of Venice Alert!

to all my group mates in english -- i just want to remind you and pester you about your role in the play. please don't forget to memorize your lines. Anyway, Fixi texted me and she's asking when are we going to practice.. so, i want to ask you guys if you want to practice and where..

REPLY ASAP.

i HATE you

i'm updating. oh yeeaaaaah.. i'm still blogging, but i'm blogging frequently in my multiply.. HA!! that's an achievement because i signed up in multiply on my own! i can't believe i'm "maturing" already.. yes.. yes.. i have a multiply account =)) don't bother looking for it because it's full of idiotic stuff.. stuff normal persons wouldn't look at twice.

it's already the 27th of december.. a few more days and it would be a brand NEW year. no offense, but i didn't appreciate christmas this year.. for me, it was just an ordinary day.. i didn't even wake up early to see my christmas presents.. when i woke up, i just stared at the ceiling and gave a long sigh.

anyway, let me elaborate Raia's shocking and GLORIOUS gift.. oh yeaaah.. i'm talking about 599 pesos worth of money.. for a christmas present, raia gave me "Fragile Things" by none other than darling, darling, DARLING NEIL GAIMAN!!! i was, well, there's no other way to describe it, stunned when raia texted me saying that she bought me "Fragile Things". At first, it didn't really register because i thought it was on of her jokes.. then, she called me and said that, yeah, she was serious about the book. i told her that if she wants, at least, i'm going to pay half of the book.. she said that it was a christmas gift.. so, i'm just telling anyone who ever bothers to glance at this blog about raia's gift. :)

the bad part (okay.. maybe it's not really 'bad') is that my grandmother also bought me "Fragile Things" because EVERYONE in my family knows my UNDYING love for Neil Gaiman.. so, as a christmas gift, my grandmother bought me that book.. now, i have TWO brand new Fragile Things book.. my father told me that i could easily give away one of the books (i think he was indicating that i give away one of the books to my brother.. no way, jose) i gave my father a firm "NO" and i said that i would use the othr book to stare at Neil Gaiman's KISSABLE face.. (hahaha)..


oh weell.. advance merry new year guys. :)

SONG: Forget It courtesy of the Breaking Benjamin.. Oh yeah!! i LOVE this SONG!! the first time i hear it.. it gave me the 'zzzziiiiiiiing'.. it goes: how can i believe when this cloud hangs over me? you're the part of me that i don't want to see..

LOVELOVELOVE

i'm losing grip

last tuesday, i fell asleep while taking the long test in algebra.. i was really comfortable sleeping when i had a dream that i slipped on the stairs that i made an involuntary jerk of the shoulders.. that movement caused mrs. blanco to go to me and tap me on the cheek.. i gave a sheepish smile and tried to "focus" on my exam.. ugh. do you know why i'm so out of my mind that day? i drank/drunk medicine for the goddamn mosquito bites the stupid mosquitoes did to me.. it was so annoyingly itchy i was scratching like hell!

i'm losing grip..

oh yeah, try vera wang.. be a princess!

ALONE

i like it better when I'm alone while doing my 'stuff', which means, dimwit, typing my post. Thirty minutes ago, my father was sitting beside me tottering his laptop -- i can't possibly bare my soul here if my pop's just beside me.. why? because he keeps on glancing and glancing on the monitor.. i think he's making sure i'm not out on a hunt for porn sites.. the suspicious daughter.. i mean, whatever, are they taking it seriously every time i tell them that i want an FHM? don't they know the difference between a joke and a serious-refined statement? UGH. or maybe my paranoia's in it's peak again.. either of the two..

yes, yes, i know that i tend to be a paranoid. i can't help it. is it my fault that i constantly fear that someone out there is just waiting for the opportune minute to kill me? to rip my body limb by limb? to cut my neck and watch the blood surge down my body which, i must say, is a temple of God? ugh. the thought of my body being ripped limb by limb is -- upsetting and kind of inhuman. i mean, heck, imagine some psycho out there who's waiting for a 'cute' person (ahem.. i was joking!) to walk by so he could cut her/his throat and drink it? UGH. the thought is REPULSIVE. gross. why did i even raise this topic?

distracting as it may sound, i'm actually, er, fond of gory stuff. well, not something that i would initiate.. but, blood-stuff in movies.. you know, that kind of stuff. my mom said it's sadistic and improper for a young 'lady' to be obsessed (god! why can't i spell obsessed properly?!) with those kind of things. i told her that i'm just interested and fascinated on, um, that -- things.

don't worry, though, i'm not going to eat you up or anything.. i just love it in MOVIES, dork.

i'm sleepy.. i'm going to update sooner than you say 'HEY'.

december's so exciting -- NOT

ok, i'm not really excited about the fact that three more weeks and it's christmas day again.. call me bitter or whatever but i just don't feel the 'euphoric' holiday spirit. :S

i am still freaking out about what happened last wednesday. it was the first time i saw sir macky mad -- snap, just like that! god, i didn't mean to abuse his, um, lenient-type-thingy attitude.. i mean, i was really just out for a drink and, well, let's just say i got distracted by the rope/string/whatever from the third floor..

i am having a brand new life, a fresh start this year. aren't you guys proud of me? Last year i had a notebook-full of 'bad behavior' reports -- this year, so far i only have three! yeah, sure, ok.. maybe for you it's a small thing -- but for me, that's a BIG thing because it actually means I'm improving. scratch the 'i' in improving and make it a capital 'I'..

i heard that the outbound would be on January11.. and the WHOLE BATCH is going to be there.. now, that's EXCITING.. i'm not just going to be with iii1.. I'm also going to be with ii1!!! yay!!!

shoot.. i can hear gun shots.. ugh.. the earth is eating me up. i don't want to diiiieeee!!! don't let mother earth take me.. HELP.

i'm going crazy here :S

song: The Fourth Drink Instinct by Cute Is What We Aim For.. dear god, this song is also CUTE.. get it? Cute as in Cute is what we aim for??