Goodbye, blogosphere. I had fun here, but it's time I stepped out into the real world.
To all my reads and everyone who has commented on or praised my writing, thanks. You guys are great, and I'm gonna miss talking with y'all.
This is it, I guess. Farewell.
OH HELL NO! I'm just moving to a new URL, Bubblegum Basics. To find out why, read this.
Lawlz blogosphere, did you really think you could ever get rid of me? My annoying whining is here to stay and use up the very last bit on bandwidth you have!
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The reason I did not simply change this URL is because I didn't want to lose my readers, haha. So if you don't see updates here anymore, it's because I'm over at Bubblegum Basics!
Seriously, though, click. I'd hate to think you'd stop reading just because I moved to a new URL, lols.
March 15, 2011
March 14, 2011
STRESSED!
Yes, I needed that in all caps and with an exclamation point!
Past couple of weeks have been killing me. I have been frantically keeping up with my schoolwork,nursing a broken heart, going out with friends... Those are my priorities as of the moment (in order, thankyouverymuch).
College is getting to me. I'm already a second year student but it's still surprising to find out how stressful the workload can get.
I sleep badly on weekdays now. In school, I feel like in a constant state of panic, thinking, "Pag-uwi ko, I should do this paper first, then another, then study pa for the quiz." Too much to do and too little time to do it, so I have to do it half-assedly. My nerves are so worn that I even snapped at Gab while I was photocopying a fuckton of book sources.
About my *~broken heart~*, well, I'll tell you about it in a few months, when I've moved on or had closure or when I'm really really drunk and logged on to Blogspot. It's not interesting, it's just really sad.
One more thing that has added to my stress is that I can't donate blood.
Past couple of weeks have been killing me. I have been frantically keeping up with my schoolwork,
College is getting to me. I'm already a second year student but it's still surprising to find out how stressful the workload can get.
I sleep badly on weekdays now. In school, I feel like in a constant state of panic, thinking, "Pag-uwi ko, I should do this paper first, then another, then study pa for the quiz." Too much to do and too little time to do it, so I have to do it half-assedly. My nerves are so worn that I even snapped at Gab while I was photocopying a fuckton of book sources.
About my *~broken heart~*, well, I'll tell you about it in a few months, when I've moved on or had closure or when I'm really really drunk and logged on to Blogspot. It's not interesting, it's just really sad.
One more thing that has added to my stress is that I can't donate blood.
March 11, 2011
Youtube-isms
In a very successful effort in procrastinating, I wandered Youtube looking for stuff to watch to keep my mind off the pile of schoolwork waiting for me: two eulogies, a final paper, a group paper... Thank god the Innernetz is home to a plethora of hilarious whackjobs doing hilariously whackjob things.
Showing love for Monra <3
A parody of the popular song Like a G6. recommended by Robi.
Showing love for Monra <3
A parody of the popular song Like a G6. recommended by Robi.
March 07, 2011
Best. Dream. EVER.
This morning, I had the Best. Dream. Ever.
See these two beautiful men? I dreamed that we kissed. Yes, I kissed Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz. WOW.
See these two beautiful men? I dreamed that we kissed. Yes, I kissed Patrick Stump and Pete Wentz. WOW.
March 06, 2011
Baby, you're a firework!
February 27, 2011
Condoms are the new contraband over at Ayala Alabang
"Contraband" is a bit of a stretch, seeing as it's not illegal, but it has a nice ring to it and the title sounds good so shut up okay.
Anyway, most of us have heard the news that Brgy. Ayala Alabang released an ordinance requiring pharmacies to ask for a prescription before dispensing contraceptives. Buying from other cities then selling them or giving them away within the barangay was also not allowed, according to Barangay Ayala Alabang spokesperson Atty. Luis Sison. Can you imagine small stalls selling condoms in the streets, a black market trade ala Quiapo within the distinguished community?
We human beings have natural sexual urges. I'm not saying that you should always give in to them and start sleeping with everything that moves, but when you do have sex, it's always better to do it safely and responsibly. No sense in taking chances.
Anyway, most of us have heard the news that Brgy. Ayala Alabang released an ordinance requiring pharmacies to ask for a prescription before dispensing contraceptives. Buying from other cities then selling them or giving them away within the barangay was also not allowed, according to Barangay Ayala Alabang spokesperson Atty. Luis Sison. Can you imagine small stalls selling condoms in the streets, a black market trade ala Quiapo within the distinguished community?
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| Photo taken here. |
We human beings have natural sexual urges. I'm not saying that you should always give in to them and start sleeping with everything that moves, but when you do have sex, it's always better to do it safely and responsibly. No sense in taking chances.
February 24, 2011
On the joys/pains of being fifteen
Disclaimer: I'm assuming that my readers are all above fifteen. If you're not, then go offline before my dark and twisty cynicism seeps into your young minds and corrupts your innocence.
See T-Swizzle's lyrics here.
We all do remember how it's like to be fifteen, don't we? Young and bright and full of hope and thinking that having a boyfriend was the most important thing. Not to generalize, but at that age, the hardest questions are always something along the lines of, "Babalikan ko kaya siya?" or "Mahal niya din kaya ako?"
I was fifteen when I had my first boyfriend.
See T-Swizzle's lyrics here.
We all do remember how it's like to be fifteen, don't we? Young and bright and full of hope and thinking that having a boyfriend was the most important thing. Not to generalize, but at that age, the hardest questions are always something along the lines of, "Babalikan ko kaya siya?" or "Mahal niya din kaya ako?"
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| Sidebar. That's me, second to the left. I was fifteen or sixteen, and bright and shiny. Also, if any of these guys are reading my blog, I miss you :* |
I was fifteen when I had my first boyfriend.
Imba
The YC Buddies are big fans of Artistang Artlets, the official theater guild of the UST Faculty of Arts and Letters. We make it a point to always watch their plays, even when we're not required by our professors.
Imba, written by Jem Ferrer, directed by Jihad Mambuay, and (ohnoes, how do you translate "sa pamamahala ni"??) Karla Angela Tajon, was shown at the Rizal Conference Hall in our building.
It was sort of a Valentine's play, since the theme was love (of course). To be completely honest, even though the past AA plays I watched have been great, I wasn't expecting much from this other than the usual clichés you see in movies. I mean, seriously. It was Valentine's Day! I thought AA would show a frilly, fluffy love story about unrequited love and all that overused Hollywood rom-com bullcrap. Thank god I was wrong.
The story starts with a girl in a park selling balloons on Valentine's Day. She's the common factor, the one who saw everything, in the various stories that happen in the park:
Imba, written by Jem Ferrer, directed by Jihad Mambuay, and (ohnoes, how do you translate "sa pamamahala ni"??) Karla Angela Tajon, was shown at the Rizal Conference Hall in our building.
It was sort of a Valentine's play, since the theme was love (of course). To be completely honest, even though the past AA plays I watched have been great, I wasn't expecting much from this other than the usual clichés you see in movies. I mean, seriously. It was Valentine's Day! I thought AA would show a frilly, fluffy love story about unrequited love and all that overused Hollywood rom-com bullcrap. Thank god I was wrong.
The story starts with a girl in a park selling balloons on Valentine's Day. She's the common factor, the one who saw everything, in the various stories that happen in the park:
February 16, 2011
Valentine's Day 2011
Digression: This Valentine's, I didn't really think I want a boyfriend. The thing that was actually running through my mind was I want someone to give me flowers. I want sunflowers! because flowers > a love life.
For me and the YC Buddies (who are all single, by the way—free bitches, baby!), Monday was just another reason to camwhore.
I got three roses: one from our sweet guy blockmates who bought flowers for all the girls in 2BES1, one from Gab, and one from Bojie.
Of course, what special occasion involving the YC Buddies would be complete without eating at Yellow Cab?
Then we went to Fort Santiago.
For me and the YC Buddies (who are all single, by the way—free bitches, baby!), Monday was just another reason to camwhore.
I got three roses: one from our sweet guy blockmates who bought flowers for all the girls in 2BES1, one from Gab, and one from Bojie.
Of course, what special occasion involving the YC Buddies would be complete without eating at Yellow Cab?
Then we went to Fort Santiago.
February 12, 2011
Happy Overrated Day!
Dear C*nt,
I know you don't want all the overrated, candles-on-cake crap, but I just got to let you (and the whole blogosphere, apparently) know how awesome my best friend is.
I find it awesome that when we talk (usually online), we can go on for hours and hours until the wee hours of the morning. *~Late-Nighter~* Seriously, how many nights have we spent exchanging Youtube links of funny shit and songs we think the other will like?
Jesus, this still makes me laugh. Very thin ice~ He has a chart! A dragon chart! Those geese are cooked. Inside jokes 4evz.
Other things about you that I find awesome:
I know you don't want all the overrated, candles-on-cake crap, but I just got to let you (and the whole blogosphere, apparently) know how awesome my best friend is.
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Three things about this photo:
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I find it awesome that when we talk (usually online), we can go on for hours and hours until the wee hours of the morning. *~Late-Nighter~* Seriously, how many nights have we spent exchanging Youtube links of funny shit and songs we think the other will like?
Jesus, this still makes me laugh. Very thin ice~ He has a chart! A dragon chart! Those geese are cooked. Inside jokes 4evz.
Other things about you that I find awesome:
February 10, 2011
The Collective Fail
It was on Dani's blog that I discovered The Collective, a Cubao Expo-y place where art, fashion, music, and other interests are catered to by several unique stores. What particularly piqued my interest was Vinyl on Vinyl, where you can buy vinyl records, artwork like sketches and paintings, and toys like Kidrobot. They also sell one-of-a-kind clothing and accessories—at least that's what the blogosphere tells me.
Peter Angelo and I are geeks. Huge geeks. When we get together, we draw out each other's geekiness to its full potential. So when I told him about Vinyl on Vinyl, we were excited to go to The Collective.
It was last Monday, with nothing but vague directions I found on the Internet, that Peter Angelo and I went to The Collective. We got lost from the very start, when we didn't know where to get off. Then we got on the wrong jeep and asked directions from a police officer.
After that, we didn't know exactly where Malugay St. was, so we asked directions from several people and still got lost. We ended up taking a taxi to Malugay, where The Collective was located.
Peter Angelo and I are geeks. Huge geeks. When we get together, we draw out each other's geekiness to its full potential. So when I told him about Vinyl on Vinyl, we were excited to go to The Collective.
It was last Monday, with nothing but vague directions I found on the Internet, that Peter Angelo and I went to The Collective. We got lost from the very start, when we didn't know where to get off. Then we got on the wrong jeep and asked directions from a police officer.
Me: Saan po makakasakay papuntang Makati?
Pulis: Doon [points]. Sakay kayong pa-PRC.
Me: Ah. Saan po bababa?
Pulis: Sa PRC nga.
Me: Ah. Eh saan kami makakasakay?
Pulis: Doon nga. [points again]
Me: Ah. Eh saan po kami bababa?
Pulis, exasperated: Sa PRC nga!
Peter to the cop, talking about me: Pasensya na po kayo, di pa yan nakakainom ng gamot ngayon eh.
After that, we didn't know exactly where Malugay St. was, so we asked directions from several people and still got lost. We ended up taking a taxi to Malugay, where The Collective was located.
February 09, 2011
Meiday! Meiday!
Saturday was Meiday's third anniversary but it was only my first time to go. For those of you who don't know, Meiday is an event where local bands get together to perform. It's organized by Mei Bastes, who takes care of everything that the event involves. Did I mention that it's free?
Several bands were there, including Sugarfree (who disbanded but agreed to perform at Meiday), Pedicab, Halik ni Gringo, and Itchyworms. Unfortunately, I didn't see them all, because I had a curfew of 12AM. Cinder-Ela, lol.
[Pretend there are pics here. I was too lazy to take pictures.]
Oh, wait, I do have one picture. Wait for it...
That is me with Manix Abrera! He draws Kikomachine Komix! His comics are hilarious! I especially like 12! He made my Meiday! The Best Friend was jealous of this picture!
"Rakenrol!"
[Pretend there are pics here. I was too lazy to take pictures.]
Oh, wait, I do have one picture. Wait for it...
That is me with Manix Abrera! He draws Kikomachine Komix! His comics are hilarious! I especially like 12! He made my Meiday! The Best Friend was jealous of this picture!
"Rakenrol!"
February 04, 2011
The Versatile Blogger
I love blogging because it's the best way for me to express myself. What makes it even better is finding people who like reading what I have to say, so when Dani gave me this award, I was crying tears of joy (well, not really, but I was deeply flattered and surprised to the point that I actually refreshed the screen twice to see if my eyes weren't just playing tricks on me).
To accept the Versatile Blogger Award there are some rules to follow:
1. Thank and link back to who gave you the award.
2. Share seven things about yourself.
3. Pass it along to seven blogs you've recently discovered and enjoy.
4. Leave your recipients a note, telling them about the award.
A big thanks to Dani once again for calling this blog "witty", which I think is a very flattering description when sometimes I think it's more along the lines of "total waste of bandwidth".
Seven things about myself:
To accept the Versatile Blogger Award there are some rules to follow:
1. Thank and link back to who gave you the award.
2. Share seven things about yourself.
3. Pass it along to seven blogs you've recently discovered and enjoy.
4. Leave your recipients a note, telling them about the award.
A big thanks to Dani once again for calling this blog "witty", which I think is a very flattering description when sometimes I think it's more along the lines of "total waste of bandwidth".
Seven things about myself:
February 02, 2011
UST Main Building camwhorage
Part of my 2011 to-do list is going to the top of UST's Main building. I know, I know, what's so special about it that I'd actually blog about it? No reason, actually. It's just that I have wanted to go there for a year because I didn't want to leave UST without having explored every nook and cranny.
Wow, I blathered on a lot. Anyway, I was with Denisse and Gab when I went there yesterday. I tell ya, every time I enter the Main Building, I always feel a twinge of regret about not taking up BS Psychology (even though I know for a fact that I suck at science).
Also, it would be cool to have a boyfriend from the College of Science/Faculty of Pharmacy so we can make out on the rooftop of the Main Building.
Totally joking.
Or not.
Wow, I blathered on a lot. Anyway, I was with Denisse and Gab when I went there yesterday. I tell ya, every time I enter the Main Building, I always feel a twinge of regret about not taking up BS Psychology (even though I know for a fact that I suck at science).
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| Favorite shot of the bunch. *~legs~* |
Also, it would be cool to have a boyfriend from the College of Science/Faculty of Pharmacy so we can make out on the rooftop of the Main Building.
Totally joking.
Or not.
January 30, 2011
Celebrating 400 years of unending grace
AKA an excuse for a photo spam of my friends and I having fun last Wednesday.
Was at UST by 6AM for the parade, which was lots of fun! We went through Morayta, Mendiola, and Legarda, meaning we passed FEU, UE (which had a banner congratulating UST on its 400th year, how sweet), CEU, San Beda, and San Sebastian. Of course, every time we passed another college, the noise level went up by several decibels. We're such a bunch of show-offs, lol.
Was at UST by 6AM for the parade, which was lots of fun! We went through Morayta, Mendiola, and Legarda, meaning we passed FEU, UE (which had a banner congratulating UST on its 400th year, how sweet), CEU, San Beda, and San Sebastian. Of course, every time we passed another college, the noise level went up by several decibels. We're such a bunch of show-offs, lol.
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| Before the parade, looking fresh in the morning air. |
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| 2BES1 with the crush-ng-bayan professor, Sir Mabahague. |
January 29, 2011
Ako'y nagagalak matawag na isang Tomasino!
Last Thursday, thousands of Thomasians celebrated the 400th anniversary of our most beloved university.
During the countdown to midnight, there was a program on which various celebrities appeared: some sang, some danced, some told stories about their time in UST. Most of them were UST alumni, like Albert Martinez (who was so hot, BTW), Mr. Fu, RJ Jimenez, Sarah Geronimo, and Jamie Rivera. Some, like Gary Valenciano, weren't, but they still got into the whole university's celebratory mood which they admitted was infectious.
During the countdown to midnight, there was a program on which various celebrities appeared: some sang, some danced, some told stories about their time in UST. Most of them were UST alumni, like Albert Martinez (who was so hot, BTW), Mr. Fu, RJ Jimenez, Sarah Geronimo, and Jamie Rivera. Some, like Gary Valenciano, weren't, but they still got into the whole university's celebratory mood which they admitted was infectious.
January 25, 2011
Books, AKA the blog post I wrote while waiting for The Best Friend to go online (damn it, what is taking you so long?!)
For the second time this week, I didn't go to class. Instead, I slept in and decided to accompany my mom and ninang to Shangri-la.
Since it was Shang, I expected the price tags to be steeper than what I was used to. Still, the feeling of walking empty-handed out of several boutiques was very disquieting. It wasn't something I'm used to, especially after seeing lots of stuff I would have bought if they had been cheaper... or if I was rich.
(There was a dress in Topshop that had 50% off the price, but still cost around P2500. SALE NGA!)
To add to me disappointment, we didn't eat at California Pizza Kitchen, which I was dying to try out. Combine that with the fact that my bajingo's doing the monthlies (read: I am menstruating), and I was a very unhappy girl this afternoon.
What cheered me up was seeing a Fully Booked on our way home. I entered and immediately, my mood soared. Even though they didn't have Aimee Bender's The Girl in the Flammable Skirt (the only book of hers that I don't have yet), they did have Chuck Palahniuk's Invisible Monsters, which I bought. Yay!
Since it was Shang, I expected the price tags to be steeper than what I was used to. Still, the feeling of walking empty-handed out of several boutiques was very disquieting. It wasn't something I'm used to, especially after seeing lots of stuff I would have bought if they had been cheaper... or if I was rich.
(There was a dress in Topshop that had 50% off the price, but still cost around P2500. SALE NGA!)
To add to me disappointment, we didn't eat at California Pizza Kitchen, which I was dying to try out. Combine that with the fact that my bajingo's doing the monthlies (read: I am menstruating), and I was a very unhappy girl this afternoon.
What cheered me up was seeing a Fully Booked on our way home. I entered and immediately, my mood soared. Even though they didn't have Aimee Bender's The Girl in the Flammable Skirt (the only book of hers that I don't have yet), they did have Chuck Palahniuk's Invisible Monsters, which I bought. Yay!
January 21, 2011
Trying to read palms and peer into crystal balls just makes the future even scarier
My mom and I sat down to breakfast the other day and I asked, "Ano magiging reaction mo pag hindi ako nag-law?"
My mom was thoughtful in her answer: "Okay lang. Ayoko namang isipin mong napipilitan ka. Nakikita ko namang magaling ka magsulat, baka mas magiging masaya ka kung yun yung papasukin mong field. Saka alam ko ang hirap ng law students kaya hindi kita pinipilit."
Even though it's my choice to take up law after earning a degree in Behavioral Science, the idea still scares me. What if I couldn't handle the pressure? What if the professors are the rotten, misanthropic ones that assign fifty case studies per day just to see students have a nervous breakdown? What if I fail the bar exams? What if, what if, what if?
It's not just my law school future that scares me. Every time I go to school, I realize that I'm halfway through getting a degree but I still feel like a fucking kid. No matter how hard I try to be grown up, I'm just not cut out yet for any real responsibility.
It's just that I never really thought of life as this fast-paced. Everything's speeding up: I'm halfway through my college education, but I'm feeling like I've accomplished absolutely nothing but ingest an insane amount of alcohol. Soon, I'll be applying to companies for my OJT (which, by the way, scares the bejesus out of me), writing my thesis, and receiving my diploma.
Thinking about the future terrifies me and makes me face, albeit reluctantly, the realities of life as I know it.
I never imagined that such a simple question would throw me almost completely. My god, I was only making conversation!
My mom was thoughtful in her answer: "Okay lang. Ayoko namang isipin mong napipilitan ka. Nakikita ko namang magaling ka magsulat, baka mas magiging masaya ka kung yun yung papasukin mong field. Saka alam ko ang hirap ng law students kaya hindi kita pinipilit."
Even though it's my choice to take up law after earning a degree in Behavioral Science, the idea still scares me. What if I couldn't handle the pressure? What if the professors are the rotten, misanthropic ones that assign fifty case studies per day just to see students have a nervous breakdown? What if I fail the bar exams? What if, what if, what if?
It's not just my law school future that scares me. Every time I go to school, I realize that I'm halfway through getting a degree but I still feel like a fucking kid. No matter how hard I try to be grown up, I'm just not cut out yet for any real responsibility.
It's just that I never really thought of life as this fast-paced. Everything's speeding up: I'm halfway through my college education, but I'm feeling like I've accomplished absolutely nothing but ingest an insane amount of alcohol. Soon, I'll be applying to companies for my OJT (which, by the way, scares the bejesus out of me), writing my thesis, and receiving my diploma.
Thinking about the future terrifies me and makes me face, albeit reluctantly, the realities of life as I know it.
I never imagined that such a simple question would throw me almost completely. My god, I was only making conversation!
January 15, 2011
Epic week
[insert whining about my inability to come up with catchy titles]
This week has been pretty sweet.
Monday, I scoured SM San Lazaro for a dress to wear on Robi's birthday party. I saw a couple of gorgeous ones in Tomato for only P750 each, but Mom wouldn't let me use my credit card.
Tuesday, had dinner with Andy at a carenderia (lol IDK if the spelling is correct. Carinderia? Karenderia?) in Morayta. We saw his uncle there.
Wednesday, met with him again to eat the food he cooked in class: pizza, mashed potatoes, and sausage. Then we went to his place to watch Inception. I haven't watched that movie yet, so I was seriously mindfucked at the end. Seriously. I was sitting there with my mouth agape, utterly speechless with the intensity of awesomeness that the movie had. SERIOUSLY.
Oh, and I met his parents and his brother and Pusa, their cat. I love Pusa. He was sweet and cuddly and he slept in my lap for nearly the entire movie.
INCEPTION!!! Okay, I'll stop now.
Thursday, I, along with half the class, had to perform a three-minute on-the-spot speech for English class. The question I randomly picked out of a box was, What was the biggest surprise of your life? Damn, I thought I wouldn't be able to answer the question well, but all modesty aside, I think I did a pretty good job. A lot of my blockmates complimented me, and I kept saying Thank you because it's a really amazing feeling to be praised. :">
(As for my answer to the question, I basically said that I was surprised that my family and friends stuck with me even though I'm a huge fucking asshole, and that I was also surprised that I'm happy despite my tendency to be dark and twisty.)
Friday, we took a very long Theology quiz that I'm sure will be nearly identical to the prelims on Monday. Shit was hard as hell, and we walked out of the room scratching our heads.
Also tried Pasta Boy's Pirate's Twist (carbonara+seafood), which was a huge disappointment for me. FYI, Pasta Boy, cheap chopped-up squidballs in my pasta is not equal to seafood!
Wow, recounting everything makes my life sound dull. But it was fun! Really! Seriously! This week has been great and I have been happy and I have stayed away from the Internetz for two days!
Ending this post with my current LSS. I listen to this every day as I walk to my classroom. Makes me feel like a bawzz, eh.
I am in love with Jorma. <3
This week has been pretty sweet.
Monday, I scoured SM San Lazaro for a dress to wear on Robi's birthday party. I saw a couple of gorgeous ones in Tomato for only P750 each, but Mom wouldn't let me use my credit card.
Tuesday, had dinner with Andy at a carenderia (lol IDK if the spelling is correct. Carinderia? Karenderia?) in Morayta. We saw his uncle there.
Wednesday, met with him again to eat the food he cooked in class: pizza, mashed potatoes, and sausage. Then we went to his place to watch Inception. I haven't watched that movie yet, so I was seriously mindfucked at the end. Seriously. I was sitting there with my mouth agape, utterly speechless with the intensity of awesomeness that the movie had. SERIOUSLY.
Oh, and I met his parents and his brother and Pusa, their cat. I love Pusa. He was sweet and cuddly and he slept in my lap for nearly the entire movie.
INCEPTION!!! Okay, I'll stop now.
Thursday, I, along with half the class, had to perform a three-minute on-the-spot speech for English class. The question I randomly picked out of a box was, What was the biggest surprise of your life? Damn, I thought I wouldn't be able to answer the question well, but all modesty aside, I think I did a pretty good job. A lot of my blockmates complimented me, and I kept saying Thank you because it's a really amazing feeling to be praised. :">
(As for my answer to the question, I basically said that I was surprised that my family and friends stuck with me even though I'm a huge fucking asshole, and that I was also surprised that I'm happy despite my tendency to be dark and twisty.)
Friday, we took a very long Theology quiz that I'm sure will be nearly identical to the prelims on Monday. Shit was hard as hell, and we walked out of the room scratching our heads.
Also tried Pasta Boy's Pirate's Twist (carbonara+seafood), which was a huge disappointment for me. FYI, Pasta Boy, cheap chopped-up squidballs in my pasta is not equal to seafood!
Wow, recounting everything makes my life sound dull. But it was fun! Really! Seriously! This week has been great and I have been happy and I have stayed away from the Internetz for two days!
Ending this post with my current LSS. I listen to this every day as I walk to my classroom. Makes me feel like a bawzz, eh.
I am in love with Jorma. <3
January 09, 2011
Yearbook
While organizing my bookshelf the other day, I found myself reading the yearbook back from when I was in the sixth grade. To be honest, it was really blah: everything was in greyscale, with *~inspirational quotes~* underneath the photos of awkward preteens.
Flipping through the pages, a little voice in my head did a voice-over every time I recognized a face:
He was so annoying back then, but now, he's a catch! Cute, smart, and fun. I wish I could have dated him. Heh.
God, even back then, she was so full of herself!
I wonder what happened to this guy? Last I heard, he was off doing drugs every other day and screwing anything that moves. [exaggerated greatly]
Wow, this girl looked so plain back then, but now she is drop-dead gorgeous!
All of it felt like from another life. I spent eight years in that school, with almost the same people in it. Nice people, boring people, annoying people, awesome people, and douchebags. It's a mark of how often I forget to look at the bright side that I can remember the douchebags better than the nice people.
My friends would probably ask why if I told them I didn't like elementary and high school. I hated it, actually, but I've no concrete reason why.
I wasn't picked on, so I don't have any cliche troubled teenhood stories, nor did I have bad grades. I was entered in Speechfests and citywide journalism competitions and essay-writing contests and actually won a few. I had fun friends and a boyfriend from another school. In other words, while I didn't have the Cher Horowitz experience of high school royalty, I sort of had it made.
It was probably all of that, however, that made me hate it. It was too made. It stifled me.
Looking at all the faces with gap-toothed smiles and hair in kiddie braids, I got to thinking, how many of these people did I keep as friends? How many did I hurt? Help? Know, love?
In college, I hope not to make the same mistakes I did back then. Maybe I'd close my 2013 yearbook with a smile of contentment instead of scorn.
Also, yay for writing a moderately meaningful blog post for the first time this year! Let's look forward to a 2011 filled with hope and love and sunshine rainbow glitters unicorns!
(Yes, I am currently filled with optimism.)
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| I'd like to think that I outgrew that awkward phase, but... |
Flipping through the pages, a little voice in my head did a voice-over every time I recognized a face:
He was so annoying back then, but now, he's a catch! Cute, smart, and fun. I wish I could have dated him. Heh.
God, even back then, she was so full of herself!
I wonder what happened to this guy? Last I heard, he was off doing drugs every other day and screwing anything that moves. [exaggerated greatly]
Wow, this girl looked so plain back then, but now she is drop-dead gorgeous!
All of it felt like from another life. I spent eight years in that school, with almost the same people in it. Nice people, boring people, annoying people, awesome people, and douchebags. It's a mark of how often I forget to look at the bright side that I can remember the douchebags better than the nice people.
My friends would probably ask why if I told them I didn't like elementary and high school. I hated it, actually, but I've no concrete reason why.
I wasn't picked on, so I don't have any cliche troubled teenhood stories, nor did I have bad grades. I was entered in Speechfests and citywide journalism competitions and essay-writing contests and actually won a few. I had fun friends and a boyfriend from another school. In other words, while I didn't have the Cher Horowitz experience of high school royalty, I sort of had it made.
It was probably all of that, however, that made me hate it. It was too made. It stifled me.
Looking at all the faces with gap-toothed smiles and hair in kiddie braids, I got to thinking, how many of these people did I keep as friends? How many did I hurt? Help? Know, love?
In college, I hope not to make the same mistakes I did back then. Maybe I'd close my 2013 yearbook with a smile of contentment instead of scorn.
Also, yay for writing a moderately meaningful blog post for the first time this year! Let's look forward to a 2011 filled with hope and love and sunshine rainbow glitters unicorns!
(Yes, I am currently filled with optimism.)
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