yeah shane

i'm so into shane mccrutcheon right now.

we just had our last recollection yesterday. it was really fun, it's not mushy (just like how i want it to be) and both of my parents came. it made me feel extra blessed! i love them.
i love my classmates. i'm going to miss pamayanan. as i've told you before, we all get along well AND the people i hate are distributed within the other sections! hehe.

you know what, i printed a bond paper sized picture of shane. i wrote down a silly lesbian poem for her which includes my confusion and her being so androgynously HOT. i treasured that piece of paper, i stuck it in my pocket everytime and i look on it as often as i could because i want to relive the feeling of getting my giddy hormones worked up. you know what i mean, it's been a long time since i last felt infatuation and it really is a BIG MEGA HUGE COLOSSAL DISTRACTION. last time i was infatuated with tony sun, and prior to that... uh.. blue (quite lucky to be the only non-celebrity in the group). before going to sleep i gently put masking tape on my extra-crumpled and heavily-creased sheet of inspiration and stuck it on the wall beside me, for a hopefully shane-filled dream (i said shane, not katherine) but God refused to! probably trying to tell me that "hey, i have set a GUY for you in the future. don't get your hopes up on that lesbo" ... hehe. God would be so cool if he talked like a hippie.

i brought shane's picture with me during the morning prayer and accidentally left it. i went to check it back in the chapel but it's not there anymore. i panicked. the poem i wrote stupidly has my name on it and whatever message the reader gets in it will probably be between the lines of "what a rude girl! bringing this stuff on a recollection? and.. what is this? she's infatuating over a lesbian character in a lesbian tv series?"

you know what? whatever.

my heart leaped a thousand steps to hell when bro. bernard told me that he saw it, read it, and left it on the windowsill (but it got lost again). he even helped me find it! i was confused, maybe he didn't get the fishy stuff in it and maybe he doesn't know i'm arianne. i'm glad.

i'm tired of singing. i want to rest!

hey hey hey! i passed the USTET! com-pre-com.
now i could oppose to one of paulo coelho's quotes in 'the alchemist', if the same thing happened twice already, it is bound to repeat for the third time.

i have to print another picture. :D

le odio

you should know that.
you're getting a little too authorative now, y lo odio. i'm not bragging about it, you're changed now. whatever, just do it your way. oh, and don't do guilt trips on us, it will only work for those who can't work without you.

you're annoying.
maybe it looked obvious that i'm upset. you need not care, i have a bond-paper sized picture of shane mccrutcheon in my pocket if ever i need a mood stabilizer. again, don't mind me. as much as i don't care about you. and you don't need to credit my underdone talent like that as a consolation for being intimated. i hate it. anyway, thanks for being concerned.

and you, thank you. you've been a good friend. i know you know how i feel about you. but i'm not angry or anything. i actually admire you for that. love you. all for shane? oh, it hit me now. you don't have to like shane the way that i do if you want me to feel good about you. i don't hate you as much as i hate someone else.

okay. you are so wrong with spilling that thing to the class. who told you that anyway? i can falsify that right now.

you three. i know you know how i feel when you walk in threes and leave me behind. thank you for not playing dumb with me. i swear, i'll never butt myself in again. friends forever, okay?

-cantante duro que intenta

we had our last prosec fieldtrip awhile ago. i wasn't excited about anything but starbucks. i am not enthused with the calorie-burning activites we had, in fact i was tortured in fitness first. i am bearing all the pain in my knee as we do the body balancing exercises. well at least i wasn't in the cosmic cycling group because i swear, i could die.

i promised myself: no junk foods. and i was able to handle a field trip without it, it was my first to go on a field trip without junk foods. i just brought great tasting country style oatmeal raisin cookies to satisfy the need of my stomach. :D

glorietta was, okay. i'm out of words, not that it's too special but it's just a mall. whatever. at least i was able to satiate myself with coffee.

D - drugs
R - reduce
I - insanity
V - very
E - effectively

i don't know about people. they love bookstores too much. i love books, it's just that i can't afford them all. i'd rather stroll alone in the mall than spend my whole day longing for books i couldn't pay for. i just go there to check what's new and what's cheap. =)

i think i'm crazy, and the world is my mental hospital.

traduccion terrible

ugh. what a terrible translation. i was having fun with the google language toolbar awhile ago...

in case you're wondering where i got my pretty fluent (yet wrongly translated) spanish, it came from, yeah, the google language toolbar.

i was rejoicing about pacman's win against morales!

this language toolbar turned me off when i suddenly tried to convert the translated spanish text back to english. mehn, it's damn horrible... there are hell lot of mistakes. =_=

you know, i was thinking if i could just translate some of my evil posts (like when i hate someone) so that it'd be extra obscured, anyway you won't get the exact english translation of it with a lousy translator like that, and i don't even think it'll work well with other translators.

well, i'm enjoying reading latin texts... spanish and italian specifically because it sounded right and i (instinctively) know how to pronounce them right. maybe because it's in our blood. right, and i hate reading french and german. it's killing my tongue.
the only german i know how to read is Hagen Dahz (not even sure if it's german)

i'm craving for starbucks again. i need money... =_=;

el terible perdido

¡morales perdidas al pacquiao! ¡esto es realmente grande! ¡alrededor de 10 era magnífico, pacman podía golpear morales hacia fuera! ¡amo este día! no puedo explicar esta sensación abrumadora que me sentía cuando oí (mientras que lava los platos) a través de la radio que pacman ganado fui apresuradamente arriba a mirar el simulcast pero el infierno nosotros es así que retrasa, ellos era justo alrededor comenzar alrededor de uno que miden el tiempo. ¡pozo del oh! ¡van Filipinas!!!

antes de que me olvide...
¡feliz cumpleaños tardío a DADINE!

before you criticize someone else, walk a mile in their shoes first. that way, you are a mile away from them, and you have thier shoes.

such a lousy critic. i think i have to take back some of the things i said about the sisterhood of the travelling pants. somehow it amuses me that even though it's basically lacking the plot, most of the character encounters are not boring. if i were to rank the excitement of the friends' summer experiences according to my preference, it would be:

*uhh, major spoilers.
1. carmen - the big butted phat-y. i can almost feel the pain of spending summer with your dad and your step-family.
2. tibby - working at wallmans (somewhat wallmart) and wearing their oversized smocks won't be despisable enough if you get to be friends with a very rational 12-yr-old leukemia inflicted kid, who is just as sharp as you are.
3. bridget - entering a sports camp. lusting over your coach who is 3yrs older than you are. taking risks. it's all worth the excitement.
4. lena - the book has told me of her incomparable beauty but her story is just really boring. alright, she goes to greece. had a major mishap with this kostos guy (with a tragic background) and gets over it. boring.

if you happen to think like me you would notice that the magic pants is actually useless. it's something you'll soon forget as you delve deeper into the pages of the book. the story could go on without the pants being sent by airmail and they could go on without all those junk rules they made about it. without the pants the title could be as simple as, "A Summer Apart" (or something better) and i'm sure it will still be a NYT bestseller.

only, there'd be no plot at all if you exclude the pants.

one of the things i like about it are the quotes per chapter. some are really funny.

i'm in love!

not with a HE!
i'm inlove with the Finding Neverland soundtrack. mehn, the composer is a genius!
i also like the jack sparrow theme... very adventurous.

i have some comments with The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants (book)

-some say it's a good read, well to me it's just OKAY. nothing great... i'm halfway already and i see no emphasis of the plot. i might not continue reading it afterall. i'm not understating it since it is a NYT bestseller, i just have a different taste for teen novels. i usually like it on the first person point of view since teen novels have a LOT of rants and raves (like this blog, i mean who would do a 3rd person pov of her blog?).

it's really funny how i love meg cabot and paulo coelho at the same time.

wee. i borrowed the valkyries by paulo coelho.

what a bum. we have pinoi test tomorrow. i haven't started reading yet!
we had our batch picture taking awhile ago. it's very suffocating! it's like there's no more oxygen left for us... and still we managed to smile like we have an air tank supply behind.