Sunday, November 27, 2005 

“They say men are children, but sometimes children are men; maybe that's where the confusion lies... All I knew was that night the world seemed suddenly very big and I felt very small, so I did what I could...... 1972 was a crazy time. Kids played football, drove cars, went to school, celebrated life; while soldiers, heroes, their brothers struggled to find their way home from war; and young boys watched and grew wiser in their dreams.”

-kevin arnold, the wonder years

one of the shows i loved as a kid was the wonder years. mostly, it was about the problems of 12-year old kevin arnold, ranging from the grave to the mundane. it had loads of quotes that just made me think...and looking back, they still do.


I never knew until that moment what it was like to lose something I never really had.

Love can tear and rip you apart. It can kill you. But if you’re lucky, it can put you back together.

Change is never easy. You fight to hold on. You fight to let go.

Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you’re in diapers, next you’re gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul.

All our young lives we search for someone to love. Someone who makes us complete. We chose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope all the while, wondering if somewhere and somehow, there is someone searching for us.

Things in life can get lost without any certainty of finding them again.

You can’t go through life thinking someday people will let you down.

In your life you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again; but you do.

The friends who grew up with you deserve a special respect. The ones who stuck by you shoulder to shoulder, in a time where nothing was certain, all life lay ahead, and every road led home.

I'm not sure how I did It, my memories begin with the crack of the bat, and the sight of the ball rising. Maybe that's not exactly what happened. But that's the way it should have happened, and that's the way I like to remember. And if dreams and memories sometimes get confused oh well... That is as it should be, because every kid deserves to be a hero... Every kid already is...

We think the stars are fixed in the sky, but they are not. I think sometimes we have to learn to give in to change, to the new things.

They say men are children, but sometimes children are men; maybe that's where the confusion lies... All I knew was that night the world seemed suddenly very big and I felt very small, so I did what I could...... 1972 was a crazy time. Kids played football, drove cars, went to school, celebrated life; while soldiers, heroes, their brothers struggled to find their way home from war; and young boys watched and grew wiser in their dreams.

All we could do was close our eyes, and wish that the slow song would never end.

Growing up is full of big moments. Some of them you can see coming from a mile away; and some you can't see at all.

In love there’s no simple fix. Sometimes you have to just hang on... and lead with your heart.

I remember a place...a town, a house like a lot of other houses....a yard like a lot of other yards...a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is....after all these years, I still look back...with wonder.

Friday, November 25, 2005 

music na naman. nakaka-high na ito.

She Spider
Mew

After we go to sleep
Our sun rise
I will make it the truth of painfully helping me cover up things
I wish I never had found
Confident
Tangled up in a nice life
Put the sipder in you
Watching in
Disregard
You live a nice life
With the spider in you
I saved myself for someone somewhere's sweet caress
Something goes wrong
And all I sought was happiness
And so
In right wing fashion
We'll nurture xenophobia
And be strong
In right wing fashion
With paste and generosity
Because no one is safe
From someone somewhere's sweet embrace
And so I have simply decided to dislike you now

***

looking at the upcat results...grabe...wala atang pumasa samin eh...topak na GPA yan o...kasalanan ba naming ang baba magbigay ng grades sa RC?!!

hinanap ko na sarili ko (xempre wala...asa na lang), tas ung mga hannibal. kasi sila lang naman ung posibleng pumasa. anyways, so far wala pa kong nakita...très merde! so far, natignan ko na si mae, si camaclang, si camungol, si cabrera (puro ata C, no?)....................

wait. last year pa ata to eh. ndto ung pangalan ni ira eh (rodil, ung pinsan ni riel).

AY, TANGA.

wahaha. bangbang talaga ko.

MAN, AM I STUPEEED.

wahehehe.

can't say i'm not a bit relieved.

pero pumasa lang ako sa taft, MALIGAYA na ko. parang bonus na lang pag nakapasa ko sa ateneo saka sa up. pero malamang sa up ako pag-aaralin pag pumasa ko. pero hindi naman mangyayari yun.

i've been thinking of my chances of getting into a good school. actually, The Good Schools are the only ones i took exams from. (no offense dun sa iba, pero those three are the only ones i consider to be even remotely good. but that's just me. no need to get your knickers in a knot, because opinion ko lng nman yun.) i think i have:

50% chance sa taft
10% chance sa admu
0.000001% sa up

yan. bangag kasi ako nung kumuha ko sa up, (umaga kasi non...and i'm so not a morning person!) kaya ndi na rin ako umaaasa (mxado). natulog ako ng 11 pm, tas gumising ako ng abt 2am pra pumunta ng manila (traffic daw kasi...at traffic nga). hindi na rin ako nakatulog sa sasakyan because roco just died. ndi ako matahimik pag may political figure na namamatay eh. actually, kahit sino naan ang mamatay, natutulala pa rin ako eh. anyways, yun nga, the prospect of 3 hours' sleep and a 6-hour test? not so great. i was having a major migraine by the middle of it because of...ewan kung bakit, baka napa-sobra lang ako sa isip. so ayun. sabog ako dun. kaya 0.000001% chance lang. (pero at least may napala ako nung araw na un...i met a new friend (si kim...seryoso. kim din ang name nia), nag-eastwood kami buong hapon (wahaha), nakabili ako ng tatlong artemis fowl, at na-discover ko ang mcr. not bad for an afternoon's work.)

sa ateneo naman...malamang papasa ako sa exam, pero mababa ung GPA ko eh. as all RCians do. grabe. KUNG GANO KAYO KAKURIPOT MAGBIGAY NG GRADE, SANA GANUN DIN KAMI KAKURIPOT MAGBAYAD NG TUITION. tas ndi ko pa mxadong kinareer ung admissions essay ko. hai. how i regret it now.

sa taft naman...well, ang dali nung test. kaso laging pampabagsak sakin ung science. malay ko ba dun?! ndi naman ako nakikinig eh. anyways, un. madali lang ng sa taft. kung si mommy nga pumasa eh (scholar pa nga), eh ako pa kaya? (ewan ko kung totoo, pero lagi niang sinasabing mas matalino ako sa kanya. sabi nia masipag lng daw xa, pero ako matalino talaga. siguro nga totoo. tamad ako eh, pero talo ko p rin xa sa math. hehehe. at halos pareho rin ang aptitude namin sa english, xempre mas magaling xa, pero malapit na rin ako dun. considering na matanda xa sakin ng 21 years, i think that's saying something. pero lam mo kung ano talagang pantay samin? kabaliwan.)

yan. hehehe. (sana may pasahan ako!!!)

grabe, buti na lang mali ung natignan ko. gusto ko naman xempreng pumasa si mae, si jp (?) camaclang (ndi kami close eh), si alyssa camungol (classmate ko sa elective), si corps commander pau cabrera (i was just assuming na kumuha sila...kasi who would pass up the opportunity to study at up?) at ung iba pang hannibal. saka ung ibang hetero (although baka walang pumasa sa kanila...sa min).

i em so stufeeed. buti na lang napansin ko bago ko pa-to na-publish. or else, fatay ako sa makakabasa.

Friday, November 18, 2005 

SHOCKER.

you know what's worse than crying over a fictional charazter?

CRYING FOR A FICTIONAL CHARACTER FIVE TIMES.

i cried the first four times i read the book. i cried when i watched the movie. i even nearly cried when i thought about it this morning.

when people ask me if i cried while reading any of the potter books, i say "HELL YEAH!" proudly. and when they ask which one, they find it weird when i answer, "Sa Goblet..."

but what can i do? i'm in love with cedric diggory.

you could say i'm like cho in OotP. weepy and all that.
but you know what? i'm PROUD of it. it sort of shows that i don't have the emotional range of a teaspoon. and besides, except for the hurting part, i love crying.

***


oh, god.

i cannot believe you told me this. seriously, i could have lived my life peacefully without ever knowing it.

THIS CANNOT BE TRUE. I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THIS. I DON'T CARE ABOUT GOING IN DENIAL. I STILL AM NOT GOING TO BELIEVE THIS. BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT? THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS ALL A BIG LIE. I'M ALMOST SURE I MISHEARD IT. I'M ALMOST SURE THAT THIS CANNOT BE TRUE.

oh, shit. this is gonna be a weird rest of my life.

 

i am driving myself crazy.

if you think you need other people to do it to you, you're dead wrong. no one can drive you crazier than you can yourself.

no one can bug with you 24/7. no one can make you think about someone you loathe every single waking and sleeping moment of your life. no one can make you make you forget something, fully realizing that while forcing yourself to forget, you still unintentionally think of that thing. no one can make you so guilty of something that you want to throw away everything you have and live in dark desolation. no one but your own self.

and i hate myself for doing it.

if this continues, i'll totally drive myself over the edge.

oh god, how i wish i could stop obsessing.

it's one of those good-for-good and bad-for-bad traits. like, if i use it for obsessing over something i have to do and actually drive myself to do it, then good. but then other times (ha! more like most of the time!), i unintentionally use it for obsessing over guys who don't even have the manners to call back. and right now that's exactly what i'm doing.

I HATE THIS.

Thursday, November 17, 2005 

a gibbering monkey. yes, those are the exact words i'd use to describe myself today.

arrrghhh, i am so mad at myself!

i'm delusional. i was delusional when i thought harry and hermione would get together in H-BP. i was deluional when i thought i would ace trigonometry. i was delusional when i thought he'd actually like me.

yes, that's what i am. DELUSIONAL. heck, the whole web community says i am. i better believe them just this once.

***

oh god, mom left. i am dead. i hate it when she leaves without ever telling us. kasi ako ung napapagbalingan ni daddy. oh, sh!t.

Sunday, November 13, 2005 

TOTOO BA ITO???

oh god, i am TORN.

a part of me wants it to be. another part doesn't.

because it's just too...surreal.

if i can't trust them, then who can i trust?

WHO?

the sweet life or the simple life?

DO I HAVE TO PICK? LIKE, RIGHT NOW???

gawd, i hope i need to. can i just make a compromise or something, so that we can go and he can come with us and just live in a flat or something?

i mean, he knows how i love seeing places, and how i've dreamt of the sweet life ever since, i dunno, EVER. (or maybe he doesn't. i don't think he knows me too well.)

and he knows i'm not exactly crazy about him either. but i never wanted it to end up like THIS.

***

omg, a guy actually bothered to look up my number and text me. how sweet :)

 

acceptance

Sometimes, acceptance is a bad thing.

Like, when we learn how to accept, we just accept all the time. When we know that we can do nothing about a certain thing, we learn to embrace it and just acknowledge its existence. We learn to think the way we never thought we could think before..."It's there, and there's nothing I can do about it. I just have to swallow it and smile. Yes, that would be the easy way out." None of the namby-pamby about not having things your way, like when you were a kid. None of the tantrums or temper surges. None of the fight-for-what-you-believe-in stuff.

It just gets worse as we get older. We accept and accept and accept...even the things we can do something about. See, that's the irony of it—when we were young, we couldn't let go of the small things. We HAD to have it our way. But as we got older, as our problems became more complicated, as our life got more convoluted, our capacity for acceptance grew. The more we needed to mend things and make them our way, the more we tended not to.

Sometimes, a little conflict might be good for us. It spices things up a little, giving color to our otherwise dull lives. But why stand back when we can do something about it? Why let things flow when we could make it go our way? Why should we accept things as they are and be miserable when we can make our own paths, shape our own destinies, and take control?

Thursday, November 10, 2005 

SLOW DEATH

I watch my life flicker in the reddish flame,
My mind wanders as death takes its dark toll,
In desolation, my ears hear a call,
A laugh...derisive, mocking, and untamed.

My meaningless life, death struggles to claim;
Ever so slowly, I feel my body fall;
In endless torment, as time slows to a crawl;
At that time, it was me that death became.

I hear your laughter in the distance
As you come to slit my throat with your knife,
I'm in pain, and my death you surely crave.

With my last breath, I say my last utterance,
And I tell you, "Remember me in life,
For in death I will haunt you to your grave."

Wednesday, November 09, 2005 

we're supposed to make a friggin' love letter. seriously. in TAGALOG.

yes. it's supposed to start with "Mahal kong _____," and all.

blech. as if i don't have enough problems already.

as usual, i'll just make some crap up. ah, well. what else is new? with an imagination like mine, nothing is impossible.

***

today has been so blah. as usual.

oh wait...i went to the mall!

i guess it was better than normal.

i saw a lot of people when i was there. like mae p., anne cecille, elaine, and that girl who i shared a table with at the prom.

then i met enrico and dessa. man, that was fun! (any activity involving enrico is. ask anyone. he makes the best jokes. usually sarcastic ones. just my type.)

so i guess it wasn't a complete waste.

Saturday, November 05, 2005 

Your Personality Is

Rational (NT)


You are both logical and creative. You are full of ideas.
You are so rational that you analyze everything. This drives people a little crazy!

Intelligence is important to you. You always like to be around smart people.
In fact, you're often a little short with people who don't impress you mentally.

You seem distant to some - but it's usually because you're deep in thought.
Those who understand you best are fellow Rationals.

In love, you tend to approach things with logic. You seek a compatible mate - who is also very intelligent.

At work, you tend to gravitate toward idea building careers - like programming, medicine, or academia.

With others, you are very honest and direct. People often can't take your criticism well.

As far as your looks go, you're coasting on what you were born with. You think fashion is silly.

On weekends, you spend most of your time thinking, experimenting with new ideas, or learning new things.


Arty Kid

Whether you were a drama freak or an emo poet, you definitely were expressive and unique.

You're probably a little less weird these days - but even more talented!


Reeses Peanut Butter Cups

Very popular, one of you is not enough.





You Should Get a PhD in Liberal Arts (like political science, literature, or philosophy)



You're a great thinker and a true philosopher.

You'd make a talented professor or writer.



You Are Chinese Food

Exotic yet ordinary.
People think they've had enough of you, but they're back for more in an hour.


You Passed 8th Grade Math

Congratulations, you got 9/10 correct!

Wednesday, November 02, 2005 

better late than never. at least i learned something.

i just learned something. and it came pretty late in the day, if you ask me. because i should have thought of it about a month and a half ago, when the thing actually happened. (i seriously need to assess stuff more.)
i was playing text twist when a thought occurred to me: if i don't trust myself, i sure as hell can't trust other people.
i made one crucial mistake that almost cost me a verbal whiplash from both my parents, and that was entrusting my camera to another person. that was during the field trip.
i asked him to keep it for me because i already knew what was going to happen: i was going to get overly excited, totally forget about the camera, then lose it. (i sensed the pattern about twenty excursions ago. totally typical.) so he kept it.
but then he lost it.
aah, the cruel jokes fate makes.
i didn't even feel a touch of panic when it happened. what first occured to me was go back to the ride (the space shuttle) and ask around. but then they pointed me to the park relations office and asked me to report it.
thank god they found it.
and the moral of the story? i should always trust myself. if i can't do it properly, who else could? no offense to my classmates, but i know that i'm a helluva lot smarter than them. (most of them don't even know how to take exams without ever studying. heck, i got through high school that way.) common sense-wise, i mean. i heard someone say that they'd be bawling their eyes out if they lost THEIR camera. i honestly wouldn't do that. i'd just enjoy my last moments alive. i've come home from worse than this. trust me.
the moral came so so late. but whatever. better late than never, right?