Last of 2010

The gorgeous fireworks I missed at this year's Paskuhan!
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Here we are, less than 24 hours from the beginning of a new year.

2010 has been terrific. Most of it has been fun, thanks to the incredible people in my life.

This year, I have met new, fantastic friends (I'm looking at you, Tumblr folks) and become closer with old ones.

This year, I have learned to drink not only vodka, but beer, cocktails, gin, wine, and hard liquor. I have been to several bars, learned drinking games (27 and Bobo Shot, heh), and learned to walk straight even with a fuckton of alcohol in my system. I am somewhat proud to say that I can now outdrink the very people (my neighbors from Marikina) who taught me to drink. Um, yay??

This year, my mom lost her trust in me, yelled at me for hours for coming home at 2 in the morning, yelled at me for coming home drunk and smelling of cigarette smoke, told me off for getting a tongue piercing, and cried so many times because I was being such a bad daughter. Looking back, this was my one big regret.

Here we are, less than 24 hours from the beginning of a new year.

A new year isn't really a big deal, but people need, want, crave fresh starts. A chance to get things right or make them better. Most people like to think that with every new year comes a clean slate, and although I disagree, I'm not gonna disabuse them of the notion.

Here we are, less than 24 hours from the beginning of a new year.

I have no New Year's resolutions. I didn't keep the ones I made at the start of 2010, and I know for a fact that simply writing down "drink less" or "study harder" isn't going to help my 2011.

Here we are, less than 24 hours from the beginning of a new year.

Counting down the hours, I wonder, have I changed? Have I grown as a person? At the start of this year, I thought I knew everything. I thought I was always in control, that I wouldn't have any regrets this time around.
2010 was a big year for me. It forced me to challenge my beliefs, my perception of myself and the people around me, my priorities.

I am ready for another year of emotional roller coasters, 12 weeks of menstrual rage, 10 months of seizure-inducing schoolwork, two hot months of summer love (lol), and 365 days trying to make the most out of life.
2011, BRING IT ON!

Things I am into right now

This is not a may-mapost-lang post. I'm just trying to get you guys into the stuff I like so I can have someone to talk to about them.

Books
Currently, I'm reading Stories, a collection of fiction by talented writers such as Chuck Palahniuk, Neil Gaiman, and Jodi Picoult. It's been really great so far—the kind of book that's so good you don't really wanna finish it, which is why I'm procrastinating on reading it. My only complaint is that Aimee Bender wasn't in there, which is crap because she is an amazing writer. Seriously, amazing. (Here is Peter Angelo's cue to yell, "Geek alert!")
I'm also skimming through Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk. "Skimming" because I couldn't wait to read the book, but was too lazy to focus completely.

Music
Since few people share my taste in music, I don't know what the point is in writing about the songs I like. But if you want, listen to Weezer, The Cab, The Academy Is..., Beulah, and The Zutons.(I linked to songs I particularly like)
Charlotte Sometimes' Waves and the Both of Us is rapidly becoming a favorite song. It's about sex, as the lyrics explicitly demonstrate, but it's so utterly sweet and lovely that it doesn't sound dirty at all, even when she says, "You take off your shirt and pull up my skirt."


The Innernetz
Spending my Christmas break online is unproductive and can get really boring, but what choice do I have when my mom doesn't like me going out?
I had to find new ways to entertain myself. Luckily, I stumbled upon this webcomic on Cracked.

This made me laugh for minutes. 2ND & 3RD PANELS WIN.

P.S. This post is inspired by Will's blog entry.
P.P.S. I don't know why I feel the need to state where I get inspiration for my blogs.

Christmas 2010

Imaginative title, yes?

So I already told y'all about how Christmas in our house goes down. This year wasn't particularly different, so I'm just going to dump a shitload of pictures. Why? BECAUSE I CAN.

I've been handing out the presents since I was a kid. I have yet to pass the torch.

Kaimo women~ We be so purty

My beloved grandparents. They look so happy; GMH. I love them so much.

That's my mom attempting to photobomb.

Magic Sing, as usual.

Look at the huge-ass pile of presents I handed out. I was like, "From... To..." over and over.

I got a ton of really good presents this year. Not just from my family, but from my friends, too. Since I was too lazy to take pics, bullets!

• A small pouch from Aya
• Hot Water Music by Charles Bukowski from Andy. I am still shy about receiving this gift but whatever it's Bukowski so thanks bb :*
• A kiddie Hello Kitty watch and a bottle of Moschino I Love Love perfume from Mama. I LOVE YOU MOM!
• Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk from Mommy and Tita Anne
• Two cute shirts from Tita Ninang and Nanay Leth
• A really nice pair of sunglasses from Kuya Sean. My new favorite pair of shades!
• Cash from my grandparents
• A wristlet and make-up from Tita Malou
• A sleeveless purple top from Tito Don
• A cute little wallet from Tito Junie

Am still waiting for The Best Friend to give me the only Aimee Bender book I don't have. *ehem*Peter Angelo*ehem! Cunt.

Senseless happy rambling aside, 2011 is approaching and I have yet to write an obligatory "New Year's resolutions-slash-all about my 2010-slash-things I am thankful for this year" post.

How fat *am* I? God!

Excuse the emotionally charged title. But you can get an idea on how full of rage I am in this blog post.

So I spent Christmas in Marikina, in the house on the street where I grew up. Of course, I know a lot of people there, and the first thing they always said when they saw me was... wait for it... Ang taba mo na!

Okay, so the resolution is sucky and my eyes make me look like I'm possessed,
but am I really that fat as to solicit fat jokes throughout the entire night?

No, it didn't bother me. I know I gained weight and I'm okay with good-natured teasing, but the thing that pissed me off was my neighbor's unbelievable comment, to wit: Ang taba mo na! Tama na yan ah, wag ka nang magpapakataba! Papangit ka na niyan! Over and over and over and over.
WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK.

Not to be a total narcissist or anything, but I find myself beautiful. Not in the conventional pretty kind of way, but in the way that I look at myself in the mirror and I don't focus on my flaws. Sure, I have thoughts that are along the lines of, I'm so fat huhu WTF, but they're not that hard to let go of.

My point is, I feel good about myself (even with a mom who finds something to criticize about me every day). I'm disappointed in the people around me for making me feel bad about myself, but worse, I'm disappointed in myself for allowing them to make me feel that way.

My high self-esteem has its limits. Jesus. I am going on a diet and will exercise like hell, and when I get all sexy like Anne Curtis (LOLOLOLOL), I am going to walk around naked all the fucking time. Fuckers.

Hipster ▲

Yesterday, my mom and I had a discussion that went something like this:

Mom: Bakit ba ang sumisikat dito eh sila Lady Gaga at Katy Perry?

Me: Oo nga eh. Di ko sila gusto. Di ako mahilig sa mainstream, sa sikat.

Mom: Baka naman nagpapaka-effort ka lang maiba.

Me, in my head: FUUUUUUUUUUUU

I can't even.

It sucks that I feel like I have to justify myself, but here I am, doing so anyway.

I listen to indie bands because I think underground music is better than the shit popular artists come up with these days, not because I want to be different. I'll have you all know that I listen to Justin Bieber and I actually have Charice's Pyramid on my phone.
Seriously, I really fucking hate the way some people think I listen to indie bands para lang maiba. Do you prefer that I start listening to Paramore, Miley Cyrus, and the Jonas Brothers?

Starry photo with Helvetica! So goddamn *~hipster~*
Photo taken from Sarcastic Indie Fucks.

What sucks even worse is that the hipster culture has been reduced to being a way to be *~unique~*, instead of staying true to what you like even if it's not the "in" thing. Wasn't the whole point of being hipster to be too "cool" to be labeled? Now everyone who buys clothes from ukay-ukays, listens to music no one else has heard of, and drinks at Mogwai (lol no not really) is branded as a hipster.

I want Paula's hipster glasses! Pero di daw bagay sa akin.

Cracked has an article that describes almost exactly how I feel about this whole thing. Read it, please, and think twice before you label someone as hipster or nonconformist or whatever shit you're calling anyone different is these days. Jesus. I hate people and their incessant need to label.

Also, listen to this awesome Say Anything song that sneers at the hipster culture.

Obligatory Christmas post

Let me start off by saying how much I love Christmas. Not loved, not like, but love. Christmas is my favorite holiday, and as cheeseball as this is going to sound, it is the most wonderful time of the year.

 NO THAT IS NOT ME RIGHT NOW. That was me in my awkward phase.
Also, that is my younger-by-three-years cousin, Dylan.

Just to get the negative energy out of the way, I am going to voice out my opinion on the whole Samahan ng Malalamig ang Pasko brouhaha. I love that Nestea commercial (the guy was really cute), but since then, everyone has been all, "SMP ako kasi single ako, boo-hoo." Jesus, you people are so fucking stupid. It's Christmas Day, for god's sake, not Valentine's Day! This is a celebration of cheer and generosity, not another reason to bemoan not having a boyfriend. You have 364 days in a year to whine about that, but do not ruin Christmas or else BITCH I WILL CUT YOU.

Ahem. Calming down...

So, back to the good vibes! Since my title has obligatory in it, I am writing down an obligatory wishlist.

1. Books. Recently, I have rekindled my love affair with books. This year, I have spent more than six thousand pesos on them. I used to frequent Powerbooks TriNoma, but ever since Andy took me to Fully Booked in SM North Edsa (where he bought me Charles Bukowski's Hot Water Music as a Christmas gift, thankyou thankyou thankyou), I have found a new place in which to indulge my booklust!
2. Shorts. And not those knee-length ones, mind you; I like really short shorts.
3. Samsung Wave or Galaxy. Obligatory far-fetched item on wishlist.
4. A vacation to Boracay or Palawan. Or anywhere that is not in Marikina or San Mateo.
5. A new pair of oversized black sunglasses. I saw one I liked in a department store for only P270.
6. Chocolates.
7. A very hot, very naked Daniel Radcliffe to jump out of a huge shiny ribboned box and perform a sexy dance for me.

Aaaaah.

Christmas, like I said, is the season of cheer and generosity. I also believe that it is the season of togetherness, a time for people to put aside their differences even for just one night. Coming from a cynic like myself, this belief is important to me.
Above all, Christmas is a time for family. The holidays at the Kaimo household can be stressful, chaotic, and expensive—imagine having to feed, and give gifts to, a brood of thirteen!—but it is also incredible. The food is always scrumptious, thanks to my Lola's excellent cooking; her Christmas specialty of homemade corned beef, in particular, is the most delicious thing to ever have entered my mouth, including past lovers' tongues. Not to mention the huge pile of gifts you get at the end of the night!

The Kaimo family. Not everyone is in this photograph, though.

I love the holidays because the entire experience in our household is inimitable and cannot be had during other times of the year. Time spent with the family is worth the time, money, and effort spent for the preparations. Walking down the street I grew up in, I inhale the crisp December air, look at the beautiful lights of every house, and I feel like a kid again, waiting for the clock to strike twelve, handing out the gifts as I do every year since I was old enough to read the tags on the presents.

I will never, ever lose faith in the Christmas season, and the happiness it unfailingly brings to me and the people I love.

Paskuhan 2010

As compared to last year's Paskuhan, which totally rocked, I found that I enjoyed this Paskuhan less. Or maybe it's just because I didn't get a kiss from my crush this year. (For the full story, I would be glad to tell it in person, complete with a picture! Hehe.)

The YC Buddies met at UST early afternoon to exchange gifts, eat, and of course, camwhore!

I suggested a Lookbook-esque shoot, which shows me failing at being fierce.

Mga panty ni Ava.

Mandatory "pa-family portrait-epek" picture.

Our block, 2BES1, was supposed to have a drinking get-together at Tapsi, a resto-bar near UST. To my friends' surprise, I didn't attend. To quote Denisse, "Ikaw, tatamarin sa alak?!"

To be completely honest, the most enjoyable part of the day was when we were goofing around in Lovers Lane.
More pictures!

Most people attending were psyched because of Franco, Up Dharma Down, Pupil, and Kamikazee, but since I'm not a fan of these bands (do not shun me! I am not much into OPM, except for Urbandub and Parokya ni Edgar), I was indifferent. Of course, until I remembered that Gabby Alipe was in Franco. GABBY ALIPE GABBY ALIPE GABBY ALIPE GABBY ALIPE  HNNNNNNG

By the way, I am totally jealous of my classmate who has a picture with him, even though I have my own pic with Gabby.

In the evening, I was with Chen, Lara and people I met through Tumblr: Andy, Sieg, and Alden (who I met for the first time). It was only for a short time, though, that I was with Hil, Reyvan (who I also met for the first time), Zy, and her boyfriend, because Andy and I went home early. He had work early the next morning, which meant he shouldn't go home late, which meant we didn't even get to see the fireworks, which to me was the entire point of going :(

Oh, and I found out that many other Tumblr people attended, too! I particularly wanted to meet up with Lloyd, Paolo, Yayen, and Gab, but cell signal was sucky and text messages were delayed like a preggy girl's period. Too bad.

Since the Paskuhan was sort of boring, I'm wishing that the Quadricentennial celebration would be spectacular.

You have had your fill of me.

Ingrid Michaelson's songs have grown on me. I now listen to them every day. There are a few that I am especially fond of, and it's because the lyrics almost always hit the fucking bulls-eye.

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Overboard is my favorite Ingrid song, which is about a strong, independent girl ("I'm a big girl now, see my big girl shoes. It'll take more than just a breeze to make me fall overboard") who is reluctantly falling in love ("But as strong as I seem to think I am, my distressing damsel she comes out at night, when the moon's filled up and your eyes are bright"). Perfect for me.

Die Alone is about pride (something we all know I have an abundance of) and how it can make you hate yourself for feeling vulnerable when in love.

Don't be a fool girl, tell him you love him

Don't be a fool girl, you're not above him...

What have I become?

Something soft and really quite dumb

'Coz I've fallen...

Also, I like this song because the title is something I've thought would happen to me. Shut up don't judge me okay lol.

Starting Now is the song for moving on with your life after a relationship has ended. It's about fresh starts ("Starting now I'll never know your name. Starting now I'll never feel the same. Starting now I wish you never came into my world") and erasing painful memories ("I want to burn the sheets that smell like your skin").

By the way, the title is from her song December Baby, wherein she talks about a relationship that's falling apart because the other is pulling away. 

You have had your fill of me...

How can I catch up when I don't don't want to?

How can I catch up when I still want you?

Honestly, haven't a lot of us experienced being in a relationship where we feel we're the only one who is making an effort to make it work? Haven't you, at one point, felt like you were clutching at straws, desperately trying to hold on to whatever affection you were once given?


Other notable songs:

• The Chain. Listen to the Live from Webster Hall version—the choir in the background, their layered voices, makes this song beautiful.
• Giving Up
• When the Leaves
• Parachute: "I don't believe anything, don't trust anyone anymore, but I believe you when you say we're never gonna fall. Hand behind my neck, arm around my waist, never let me hit the ground, you'll never let me crash down." I want to feel this safe in love again.
• Sky. A collaboration with Joshua Radin. Their vocals together are really something, and the song itself is sweet and mellow. Pang-in love. Nuks.
• The Way I Am. For telling your sweetie that you'd love him no matter what, and telling him that you know he feels the same way. The line "'coz I love the way you call me baby, and you take me the way I am" always gives me the kiligz.
• You and I. Bubbly and cute, this fun song is catchy as herpes. One that will have you singing all day (and getting annoyed because you can't hit the high note in the chorus).

Seriously. Listen to her. She writes the best stuff. She's the type of artist that makes you go, "Oh my god, those lyrics just described exactly how I feel."

ASPC is possibly the shittiest thing I have encountered on Facebook, including the "I'm Awesome!" page!

Dear losers,
This saddens me. This really does. Actually, it disgusts and annoys me more than it saddens me, but that's not the point.

The point, dear losers, is that you actually had to make a page for this. You actually had to make a Facebook page crying out, "Where is my next boyfriend/girlfriend? I am an emotionally stunted person who needs to be in a relationship to feel like my life has meaning!"
"Anti-single". What bullshit. Being single is fun, but I guess y'all couldn't enjoy it because you're all just a pathetic waste of space. It doesn't help my disgust that almost all of the likers are jejemons. Holy mother of fuck.

Seriously, did anyone really find love here? Or have they just met someone who is as unstable as they are?
Jesus, the shit people come up with on the Internet. I swear to god I just might like this page just to be able to troll you, dear losers.

God, see what you're doing to me? I promised myself I'd be nicer, but goddammit if you didn't make it so hard. Fuck nice. I'm going to troll you 'til you block me.

90's cartoons are still the best.

Last week, there was this thing going 'round on Facebook:

After which I changed my picture to Ginger Foutley of As Told by Ginger for the lulz. Why for the lulz? Not that I don't think child abuse is a serious issue, but I don't think changing profile pictures would actually do anything for that cause.

However, to my surprise, a whole lot of people went and did this. My News Feed looks like a commercial for Cartoon Network or Nickelodeon.

It's nice, though. The pictures took me on a nostalgia trip, during which I realized that I'm only eighteen yet I have forgotten a lot of things in my childhood.

For posterity, I'm blogging about the cartoons which defined my childhood.

Hey Arnold!

One of the best ever. My mom and I watched this all the time.
The very endearing Helga Pataki is my favorite, of course. With her beautiful rhymes and smartass attitude, how can you not love her? And who can ever forget the phrase "Move it, football head"?

Their scenes always give me the kiligz. Seriously.

Favorite episode, off the top of my head: when Arnold and Helga get cast as Romeo and Juliet in a school play. (Or almost any episode where Arnold gets to show off his skylight. Dat shit's da bomb.)


As Told by Ginger

This series follows the life of teenager Ginger Foutley as she navigates the shark pool known as adolescence.
Mom and I also loved this show. She used to remark that we loved it because Lois, Ginger's mom, was a single parent, and that we could relate to the dramz~

We particularly love Courtney Gripling, whose outfits were always so cute.
You know, for a cartoon character.

Favorite episode, off the top of my head: when it's rumored that Ginger kissed a cool high school guy named Jake. Or when Courtney and Hope battled for Lucky Jr. High's queen bee position.


Dexter's Laboratory

Boy genius Dexter and his ditzy sister Deedee get into all kinds of trouble because of scientific experiments gone haywire.
I've always wondered, what is with Dexter's accent? Sounds European.
Besides the funny main episodes, I have always loved The Justice Friends: Major Glory, Val Hallen, and The Infraggable Krunk were the best cartoon shorts ever.

I had a crush on Major Glory and these pies!!!
Especially the cherry one.

Favorite episode, off the top of my head: the famous Omelette du Fromage episode, of course! It taught me that a) French sounds really cool, b) omelette du fromage is cheese omelette, c) being able to say only one thing makes you popular. Also, the episode where Dexter (or his dad, I can't remember) eats Mom's blueberry pie to look for something.


Powerpuff Girls

Besides having the cutest little drawings (seriously, how cute are they?) and the cutest little names, they had one of the most kickass theme songs a cartoon could have.

Favorite episode, off the top of my head: when the Rowdyruff Boys were created by Mojo Jojo out of snips, snails, and puppy dogs' tails (which he took from The Talking Dog).

The trip down childhood nostalgia is far from over. Expect my next posts to be about 90's TV shows.

Photo sources, in order:

• http://loadsmile.ru/mult/644-jejj-arnold-sezon-1.2.3.4.5-hey-arnold.html
• http://theonlyalea.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html
• http://thepinksylphide.com/2007/06/30/as-told-by-ginger-episode-1-commentary
• http://www.nick-asia.com/tvshows/shows/Nicktoons/As_told_by_ginger/courtney_gripling.php
• http://epguides.com/DextersLaboratory/
• http://elmiradorenlafrontera.blogspot.com/2010/09/el-laboratorio-de-dexter.html
• http://joeegi.tumblr.com/
• http://www.myfreewallpapers.net/cartoons/pages/powerpuff-girls.shtml
• http://www.vaiden.net/cody.html

Sucky pictures + Sucky captions = Sucky blog entry

My mind feels really cluttered right now: thoughts of school, home, and people keep spinning about, and I can't seem to write a single coherent sentence. So I'm going to post random pictures!

A painting I made back in elementary school. Lookit the purty colors!

Okay, okay, I know I suck. I suck big-time. I suck so much that you probably don't even know that the brown/flesh-colored rectangle at the lower-right side of the canvas is supposed to be a house.

But my rainbow is really cute. I love rainbow stripes.

Oh, and the jagged dark green thingy to the left is actually a forest. A fucking forest. 

Yeah.

My new favorite shirt! Bought this at Black Sheep (gotta love that boutique) for only P250.

It's black, so I automatically love it, and it's got a frowney (that is the opposite of smiley, right? Lawl) face on it! A fucking frowney face! How very appropriate for me! :D

Bench earrings for around P150. I have been eyeing this pair for about a month.

A huge and painful reminder of my first time to go karting. When I wore my PE shorts, it was really noticeable. Looked as though I went through a sorority hazing ritual. #SlightExaggeration

When I ran, it hurt like fuck, though.

Okay. Second post for December, and it sucks.
But if you like it, comment and boost what little confidence I have. xoxo

Cumolonimbus

It's all cloudy from hereon in.

Malabo.

The fog still hasn't lifted, and I'm left in a cold haze of confusion.

Where is the flash of lightning that would enlighten me? Thunder to call my attention? Corporeal rain, biting wind, to at least point out to me where we stand?

Maybe the clouds will part, ifs will fade, doubts will disappear, and fear will shrink.
This is, after all, the Philippines. The sun will come out eventually and shine to disperse the darkness.

Bondage

I am tied down
by dirty cotton bandages
I am forced back
into an unyielding wooden spineboard
I lie vulnerable
exposed for all the world to see
I am helpless
in this game we play,
bound to the idea
of you and me.

Inspired months ago, during my NSTP make-up session.

Depression Junkie

Well, am I?

In Closer (one of my favorite movies), there was a scene where Clive Owen and the delicious Jude Law were locked in a heated argument over Julia Roberts.

0:27

Dan: ...if you love her, you'll let her go so she can be happy.
Larry: She doesn't want to be happy.
Dan: Everybody wants to be happy.
Larry: Depressives don't. They want to be unhappy to confirm they're depressed. If they were happy they couldn't be depressed anymore. They'd have to go out into the world and live. Which can be depressing. 

Confirming what I suspected, Kat told me that I seek out things to be depressed about. The sucky realization that this might be true in my case made me feel... well, what else, sad.

Maybe I gravitate towards darkness and failure because on some level, I don't want to change the misery to which I had become accustomed. Maybe my unyielding pessimism is my way of avoiding pain. Maybe, in my subconscious, I feel undeserving of happiness, and I nurture this self-defeating attitude by finding a way to feel like shit. Maybe lang naman.

How sick is that? I have had quite enough of being all dark and twisty. Time for a change, methinks.

I am serious this time. No more halfway relationships, no more stupid decisions, no more writing depressing stuff overly emotional posts, no more waiting for McDreamy when I could have McVet (Grey's Anatomy references are the best). Genuine happiness might be just around the corner if I open my eyes.

(Depression junkie. Heh. If it weren't so twisted, it would sound quite cool.)

For posterity: How I feel right now about Future Boyfriend

I like writing letters to future boyfriend because with everything that has gone wrong in my previous relationships, I'd like to think things will get better the second time around (actually, the fourth time around, because I have had three boyfriends.)

Dear future boyfriend,
I know that when we get together, you will love me for all my quirks, so I am not going to hold back what I really think. Instead, I am going to be completely honest with you about all these lovey-dovey stuff couples do.

Monthsaries. I HATE MONTHSARIES. To quote a text sent to me by my friend, "Couples celebrate monthsaries because most relationships don't reach anniversaries." (I corrected the horrible grammar) True. How very, very true.
Seriously, do you want fireworks for every thirty days we manage not to break up? It's like you're on the edge of your seat, expecting us to split. So unless it's our twelfth monthsary, which is our anniversary (duh), don't expect me to jump up and down with joy.
Also, those special numbers couples have, like back in the Friendster days when you'd put your monthsary date in Roman Numerals (miKaeLa_xxvii—yes, I really did that!)? I hate them. Please do not makea big deal out of a "special number".

Pet names. Sweetie, honey, angel, baby, and the jologs bhie, bhe, dhie (Daddy), mhie (Mommy—lawl at the suckass pet names people come up with)... everything has been used. How about we make it more interesting? Twat, slutwhore, jizz-breath, fatass... I am especially partial to slutwhore, because it is quite catchy. "Good morning, sweetheart, I love you!" just doesn't have the same edge as "Good morning, slutwhore, I love you!"
The exception here would be princess, because no one has ever called me that. Princess Ela sounds precious. This would be better if you gave me a diamond-encrusted tiara, but cubic zirconia would work just as well.

Theme song. Assuming that we have the same taste in music, which is improbable because I do not have a musical soulmate, I would like to say this: I am not going to let a relationship ruin yet another good song for me. My ex already did that for The Fight is Over.
Instead, we are gonna pick a theme song that is so tacky (like Pangako Sa'yo), so common (Bruno Mars' Just The Way You Are or anything by Paramore, really—I FUCKING HATE PARAMORE), and so annoying (anything Miley Cyrus) that if we break up, I will never feel bad when hearing our theme song.
If we use, say, songs by The Cure or Fall Out Boy or Urbandub, I will feel awful when we break up because I wouldn't be able to listen to them without wanting to rip my heart out with misery over missing you. And you are not worth losing my favorite music over. Robert Smith/Pete Wentz & Patrick Stump/Gabby Alipe > Future Boyfriend.

Vices. Heh. This is a rather awkward issue, but it's really simple for me. You can drink, smoke, and get stoned. As long as you tell me, and as long as you don't go overboard, I am totally cool with it. See, I am gonna be an amazing girlfriend, I don't even know why I'm still single.
Seriously, though, I guess I'm cool about vices because I don't wanna be that girl who's all, "Hoy, bakit umiinom ka nanaman, wala ka talagang modo, nag-nag-nag..."
(Also because I probably drink more than you do, so I don't want you giving me shit about my vices.)

Now, I know what you're thinking: Damn, my new girlfriend is screwed up! But in exchange for you putting up with my fuckton of eccentricities and dark-and-twisty issues, I promise to be incredibly thoughtful, sweet, generous, and the coolest girlfriend you will ever have in your pathetic life.

Loving you with all the pieces of the black hole previously known as my heart,
Ela

This post is about Tumblr, but I am posting it on Blogspot. What what what

I told y'all about the meet-up last Saturday, right?

As I recall, it was sometime in June when I attended my first Tumblr meet-up, which was held at UST. It was the first day of classes, which made me doubly psyched that day.

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How crazy was it that I was so reluctant to go? The only person I talked to at first was Iyay. Then I met Becs and Nheykii, and the rest, as they say, is history. That afternoon, I eventually met a whole bunch of other people: Sieg (we played Frisbee!), Leo, Prex, DJGelo (who treated Nheykii and I to beer and liempo, teehee), Kuya Maxene, Andy, Tey, Zy, Kevin—okay, my memory fails me. There were too many people to remember. Don't feel bad if I didn't mention you.

Before, I was skeptical about meeting people online. Let's face it, we hear way too many horror stories about online friends meeting and then someone ends up getting kidnapped/robbed/raped/killed/tricked in some way.
Thanks to Tumblr, though, I met amazing people. Not only in real life; I talk to Phlip (from Cagayan de Oro), Vivien (from Cebu), and Jam (from Davao) on a regular basis. They be my LDR bbs.

Some want to quit Tumblr because it interferes with schoolwork. Hell yeah, it does. Backreading alone takes up the two to three hours I could have spent doing homework.
But I will never quit Tumblr because not only does it broaden my mind through thought-provoking posts, but the users are simply a-fucking-mazing because of their wit, intellect, talent, and uniqueness that I sometimes find absent in most people.
(last paragraph inspired by Abby's post)

On being a free bitch, baby

One of my best friends is currently going through a rough patch with her boyfriend. She is, of course, very sad about this whole affair and being the terrific friend that I am, I text her every day, asking how she's holding up, getting updates, that sort of thing.

Now, making this about me because this is, after all, my blog and I am entitled to self-centeredness every once in a while...
When she rants to me about her boyfriend, I could not help but think, Buti na lang wala akong boyfriend. No drama, no fights, no one telling me what the hell I can and can't do (my mom can't even control me, who the fuck do you think you are?).
Times like these, I am grateful to be single.

It's just like Peter Angelo said, "Ang dami-daming na ngang poproblemahin sa buhay natin, dadagdagan mo pa ba ng love life?"

(I won't say no to love once it comes around again, though. I think it's all a matter of finding the right person to whom you should open your heart.)
I digress.

Tumblr Meet-up at MOA (Or yet another example of how I suck at titles)

I had a life last Saturday! Yay!

Since I didn't know how to get to MOA, I met with Andy at the Quezon Avenue MRT station after getting lost several times. Seriously, my calves burned from going up and down the overpass and several flights of stairs—I have no sense of direction.

Anyway, when we got to the meet-up, I met a few new people. Yes, only a few, because my already endangered social skills seemed even worse that day.

The few new people I got to meet, though (Plaridel, Ran, and Hil, for example), were the ones I wanted to meet, so it was cool.

My I-only-just-arrived-after-commuting-and-walking-around-in-thousand-degree-heat face.

L-R: They didn't introduce me to this dude, Iskat, Rain, Andy, a really gorgeous girl named Ela (lulz), Sieg

I knocked back a couple bottles of Red Horse (yes, only a couple of bottles. Yay for non-alcoholism!) with Nheykii and Joseph, after which they convinced me to go karting in Boom Land, along with Cedie, Jason, Eeyah, Che, and Michael.

For my first time to go karting, I like to think I didn't suck. That is, if you don't count the two times I crashed. The second time, when I collided with Nheykii, it gave me large bruises on my thighs.
You guys. Karting. Is. Awesome.
I'm always saying that I would love to go drag racing. Since I don't drive and I don't have a badass boyfriend who would take me to such meets, the rush of karting was so amazing for me.

Afterwards, I went back to MOA and hung out with the rest of the Tumblr people, most of whom I didn't know and who decided to go drinking at Padi's. Since I didn't know them and I was too socially-awkward to introduce myself and there was no room for us at the table anyway, Andy and I sat on the stone walls and looked up at the stars and listened to Fall Out Boy because we are really cool like that.
(Man, that is one fucking long sentence.)

Bryan gave Prex, some dude who I think is called Gabe, and I a ride home. It was around 1AM when I got home and I was supposed to be home by 11PM.
*~rebel~* ako, lawl.