Boredom = Fun

Watched Kitchie Nadal last Friday. It sucked, as expected.

I don't have anything against her, but honestly, staring at the gym ceiling was a lot more fun than listening. Here are the only nice things that happened:

1. Got to talk to the guy I used to have a crush on (and still probably do. Have a crush on him, I mean)

2. Saw Boner, an ex-classmate who was kicked out a year ago. He (she?) was wearing blue contacts. Cool!

3. David stood behind me because his bag was on the same heap as mine. Closest I could get!

There. The only things worth noting. I was bored to the bones.

But then my sister came.

She said we were going to the casino to watch Wency Cornejo and Karylle.

But there was one catch: my Aunt Cecil had to refuse to go so we could go instead. Bummer.

Because why would she even refuse? She's like a Channel 7 junkie. So my dreams of going to the casino are down the drain.

So we drove by her house after Kitchie's concert. AND SHE SAID SHE COULDN'T COME! HA! CASINO FILIPINO, HERE I COME!

But then we had to get dinner first. We went to Jollibee and got take-outs. And let me tell you, fast food is so not fast.

So we totally rushed to Tagaytay. The casino was just lovely! At first I was like, "Why do people even bother to go to the casino? Might as well throw your money down the drain, for all it's worth!"

But then I saw the *inside* of the casino.

Omg, it was so glam!

Every inch of the floor was carpeted. And there were all those card tables. And slot machines. And bright lights.

COOL!

So then we entered the room where they were having the concert. But when we came, it was Karylle's second-to-the-last song. bummer. But Wency C. came after. He was just funny, in the geeky sort of way. It was soo cute! I love nerds! (Not the Mark-type. Just the nerdish-but-not-really-nerds sort of guys. Plus he's a singer! Could it be any better???!!!)

I soo had a much better time there than ni Kitchie's concert, even though I was only wearing my P.E. uniform (very inappropriate, but still very comfy).

I AM SO GOING THERE AGAIN!!!

,

kim

***RANDOM RANTS***

(Observed while sister was--still is--watching Myx. Was also watching MTV before.)

Rant #1:

I like Karel Marquez and all, but she so cannot be a VJ. It's just wrong. Have you actually heard her speak???!!! And the costumes and stuff. Disturbing. Ugh, MyxPeople, you can take away your earplugs now.

Rant #2:

Chynna Ortaleza???!!! An MTV VJ???!!! YOU HAVE ***GOT*** TO BE KIDDING ME!!!!!!!! Puh-leez. Cindy Kurleto is enough. How did she even get there? Last time I saw her she was modelling knickers for Avon or something. And let's just let it stay that way.

Rant #3:

And that Christian guy from Starstruck. Saw him in MTV and in 'Lovely Day' a few centuries ago. I don't think he can even speak properly. AND YOU GUYS THINK HE CAN BE A VJ???!!!

Rant #4:

That 'Take a little time baby...See the butterflies baby...' person in Myx. Are you guys serious??? It was cute the first few hundred times. Now it's just utterly repulsive.

Rant #5: (Unrelated to MTV and Myx)

I was radio-surfing kanina and I got the (mis)fortune to stop by the local radio station. The DJ was terrible. I mean, hello, my English is lightyears better than that girl's, so why is she the one on air? The world is just so unfair. But anyways, what really annoyed me was her saying 'yeah' after every other word (or after every sentence, at the very least). And she even had this annoying accent! ARRRGGGHH!!!



So ends the first of my random rants. I feel much better now. Not.

Ranting rocks!

,

kim

Wahaha! This has to be like the best Monday ever. (Except from the one when classes were cancelled of course.)

You'll never guess in a million years what happened. Okay, you might. But anyways, we were having our P.E. for the last two periods of the day. I was really really insisting on not playing, on account of the whole my-knee's-so-prone-to-breaking thing. I argued and argued. I was even part of the table committee for a quarter or so. But they won eventually, so I had to play. (I hate it when they interfere! Arggh! It's so my life so why should they care? I don't tell them to how move their asses!) So anyways, I was in the middle of a game when my knee sort-of broke. (After happening to me a gazillion times, I still don't know what it's called. But my knee sort-of crakcs, then obviously it hurts. Ow.) OMG! And I wasn't even running that time! (Which, come to think of it, is much much better than me actually running, then my knee would feel much much worse. Ow.) It really feels stupid to break you knee while walking, btw. Stupid. So when I felt the pain, I just sat in the middle of the court and started holding my knee close to me. And nobody even noticed. (Well, almost nobody.) I guess they were thinking, "Oh, there's that prissy little bitch acting out again, ignore her!" I swear, only one person bothered to help me up. and guess who it was??? It was him. YES, HIM!

Heehee. I guess he realy does care (even just a little bit.) He helped me up and forced me to go to the clinic (well, it was for my own good, but the knee thing happened too often for me to even bother.) That was just nice of him, wasn't it? He put my arm around his shoulder and told me to hop on my unbroken foot. (Which was a bit tiring. But worth it.) Sabi niya pa nga, "Ako na lang ung isang paa mo." How cute!..And then he even came to fetch the nurse from the accountant's office for me (I guess they were gossiping about something).

That was just so sweet wasn't it? I just hope I break my knee again para maakbayan ko ulit xa! Hehe. :)

Gtg. Mom's going all bitchy again. Well if she doesn't want to see my frekishly low grades, why does she bother to even look at it? No one's telling her to.

,

kim

The Prom is oficially over.

All that excitement for nothing. Tsk tsk. Totally wasted.

Here is my prom night, in a nutshell: got there, walked, sat, got bored, walked some more, got bored again, ate, got bored, got up and walked again, sat, danced, stared at MJ, got disappointed, stared at P___, screamed 'You're so cute!' at the top of my voice, stared at D____, screamed again, danced again, sat, danced some more, sat again, got bored, watched other people dance, got bored, went home. Nice, huh? Pfft. And to think that I was excited about it. All that preparation for nothing.

I'll write about it later. Too apathetic to care.

,

kim

I soo feel like doing it. I mean, what's all the hype about? People are like so excited about this holiday. It's just the same with every other normal (bummer) day, in which you could possibly get absolutely stumped or dumped or maybe (just maybe) you could even get lucky. And hello, it's just the same with all those other ones, where the true meaning is totally forgotten and the spotlight is on the commercialization, with all those stuffed bears and chocolate and heart-shaped stuff. I could totally imagine those company guys enjoying themselves right now watching all those stupid people falling for their commercial traps.

Yes, I know they say on TV that fewer people look forward to V-day, but hello, this is high school. I AM IN HIGH SCHOOL. Nobody feels the highs and lows of the economy in high school. Our allowances don't fluctuate with the rising or the plunging of the peso. We don't even work for a living. I mean, how silly would that be? "Oh honey, I can only give you 90 bucks today, due to the severe drop of the peso against the dollar yesterday." So, as expected, people here are (or possibly were) totally psyched about the V-day thing. I was, too, before I got totally stumped. Who wouldn't? The prom's on Friday and I still don't have anyone to go with! I mean, if I din't already have something to wear, I swear I'd just sleep through it.

So, the Prom's on Friday and I still don't have anyone to go with. This is so totally pathetic. You'd think that with all the guys I hang out with I'd have at least one that I like to ask me. (Okay, a couple of guys asked me. I like them and all, but they are soo not the Prom date-type. I know I'm being vain and superficial, but hey, at least I'm honest, and I prefer being a bitch more than being a huge liar.) And as much as this contrdicts my Down With Love beliefs, I totally don't see the sense of going to the Prom without anyone to go with. I really don't like anything to go unplanned, but with something like this, mostly everything's going to go that way because there's nothing to plan with at the first place.

Anyway, I'd really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really (infinity) like to go to the prom with this one guy. He'd be perfect ofr me, but I don't really think I'd be perfect for him. So that one's down the drain! I mean, he's totally perfect, absolutely dreamy and he has brains! (Too rare a catch if you ask me, but he doesn't really seem intersted, or if he is, he's doing a damn good impression of not having any interest.) I know I should be used to this (people not liking me I mean) but sometimes it's a bit bothering, not to mention unconvenient.

But there are those times when I feel that he may possibly like me (just some instances.) But why he hasn't done anything by now has astounded me, so I'm betting he isn't the least bit interested, so I'm dropping it. I'd soo not want to waste my time thinking about someone who doesn't even have a single thought about me. It's gonna be hard, but I've been through more than this. I know I can! (Pep-talking to myself again. How...weird. Well, since no one'd do it, then it'd be better to do it myself, right?)

365 days till next Valentine's day

4 days till Prom night

Still Dateless and Desperate.

,

kim

I was crying the other night because I really really felt like the whole world hated me. And you know what? I was soo wrong. The world didn't hate me. I hated the world (occasionally).

Honestly, I know I can be really really mean, like when I know I'm being taken advantage of, but I can also be really really nice to people that I think deserve it. And then there are those people that I have to be nice to because they don't know that I know that they aren't nice to me behind my back. But does the world think that's enough to give me at least *one* good day? NO. Apparently, I still have to be nice to the people who backstab me.

Okay, I know I did something bad last Thursday. But I just did it because it was just too much. I was in the library with three other classmates (the first two are my friends, the other one isn't). We were searching for alcoholism manifestations for Health class. I was already tired of looking at books so I asked the girl I didn't like (a.k.a. Stupid Prat) whether I could borrow her book or not. And you know what she said? She said the teacher might notice that we had the same answers. So I thought, okay, that one's acceptable. But actually, deep down, I was thinking, "Hey, world to Stupid Prat, that's a textbook. Don't you think other people have those too? Stupid." I decided to keep my words to myself and walked away in search of another book. Luckily, I found alcoholism manifestations in Collier's (or whatever-it's-name) encyclopedia. When I finished copying it down, she asked, "Puedeng patingin ng sagot mo?" That was when I blew my top. The nerve! I cannot believe I even *know* a person like that. So I said, "Oh, so it's not okay for me to get answers from your book but it's okay for you to get answers from mine. That's nice! And no, you may not copy from me. Not now. NOT EVER." and then I glared at her. Honestly, I cannot believe the kind of nerve she has!

But hello? Obviously I only did that because she was just too much. Even her friends say so. One of them told me, “She’s just there when she needs something for you but when you’re the one who needs help, she disappears. Ang kapal!” Why don’t people like her get luck as rotten as mine? What, do I like get my luck from a second-hand store or something? Or perhaps the dumpster???

And here’s another story. I know this girl. She is absolutely perfect. She’s smart, she’s rich, she’s beautiful, she’s tall, and she’s got everything. What’s so wrong about that, you ask me? Something is so wrong about that. She gets everything. We normal people get nothing, apart from get bad hair days and bad grades. I mean, she even looks good with her hair all messed up. That is just unfair. We normal people have to brush our hair. She doesn’t. And you know what the worst part is? She’s rotten. Just rotten. She likes picking on other people for no reason whatsoever. Sometimes for reasons so small you could see then only through a microscope. Honestly, why is that???

I know I’m whiny. You don’t have to tell me. Because duh, some people get everything, other people get nothing (apart form bad hair days and bad grades and sore knees) and this is just a way of saying, hello, we exist too, so don’t let Daphne get everything, we’re not asking for perfection, we’re just asking for good days!

Okay, so back to the sometimes-I-hate-the-world-thing. No one deserves to be hated (not even those terrorists…they just have different beliefs, so we can’t really blame them for their actions, as you can’t do with mine.) and I don’t intend to keep hating everyone, but everyone, please, just stop making me more miserable than I am. Think my life’s easy? Think again. Think my mom’s nice? Think again. There is no way you’ll think of her nicely once you’ve heard one of her “Eto ba ang sukli mo sa paghihirap ko?” speeches. Think my siblings are cute? Think again. There is no way you’ll think they’re cute once they’ve hit you with golf clubs on your head. Think I’m smart? Why, yes, I am.

Just 3 good days a week. That’s all I ask for. Please.

8 dtV-day

12 dtPn

Think my knee feels better? Think again.

Think I already have a prom date? Think again.

,

kim

Set up a new blog! (Now I have four, the one where I have my lyrics, the one on Xanga, this very pink one and the newest one) Here's the link:http://kimspics.blogspot.com

P.S. I am yet to figure out how to put those extra thingies on the sidebar. (Like the links and those other stuff. They look simple, but trust me, they really really aren't! I've tried to figure those stufff out, and let me tell you, DO NOT ATTEMPT TO SELF-STUDY PASCAL OR HTML OR WHATEVER YOU CALL IT. IMMEDIATELY HIRE SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY KNOWS SOMETHING ABOUT IT, OR TAKE ACTUAL PASCAL OR HTML OR WHATEVER YOU CALL IT CLASSES.) I really am hopeless at Pascal or HTML or whatever you call it. I'll put the links there when I figure it out, or when I find someone to do it for me.