Boredom = Fun

...and going coño. LOL

We all noticed nga how funny most people in Manila speak. You know, like, they have this whole other language na. So ugly nga pakinggan eh, but what the hell diba? Maybe they won't make intindi na us eh. So we adapt!

I'm soo gonna make a list nga of all the coño things I hear whenever I go malling na there. It's hilarious eh. :))

I'll make putol this entry muna. I said that I'll make tawag pa to Lisette eh.

I hate being such a bitch. It gets me in soo much trouble...much more than what it's worth.

Magpapakatino na ko. Promise.

(Or at least learn to privatize those bitch-all-you-can entries I love to write so much.)

Pambawi 'to kasi I was being soo bitchy kanina. Hehehe.

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To criticize someone is to judge them, to compliment someone is too.

Opportunity. They say it knocks but once. But when it stops and moves next door, what's stopping you from coming out and running after it?

If you want something bad enough, you'll find a way to get it.

Ironic as it sounds, we can't always choose what we want.

Everything is a matter of choice. I choose to be; therefore, I am.

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I soo love my one-liners. <3333

***

"Why do we make simple things complicated?" Mae asked.

It's human nature to find a deeper meaning. We weren't designed to just let everything pass. Curiosity might have killed the cat, but it taught the other cats a lesson or two, right?

��I love pathetic persons nOw�� they make my life complete proving tO me that they are real LOSERS. ��

Say what?

"I'm quiet, shy and humble."

Honey, merely saying that disproves it. You seriously make me want to puke my guts out.

I soo...dislike her. What a shallow bitch.

I mean, I know everybody has loads of different sides and all that. I also know (so very well) that we aren't supposed to judge people by what we see and/or hear.

But if I told you I was pretty, wouldn't you judge me too? I mean, I judged myself first. That practically gives you liscense to judge me.

Then wouldn't you be really pissed when I suddenly say that people shouldn't judge me? I mean, duh, you shouldn't parade yourself if you don't want to be judged.

Telling someone that she's pretty is judging her. But does she care when she receives compliments? No. But when people tell her she's a kiss-ass bitch who needs to stop snogging her ugly boyfriend (ENTIRELY FICTIONAL EXAMPLE...okay, well, partly), she suddenly does. What a friggin' idiot.

If you want to receive compliments, you need to be ready to receive criticism too.

You can't always get the good end of the bargain.

Not everyone can like you.

Not everyone WILL.

I don't.

***

This is merely displacement. (Ooh, I learned somethig in Health class!) I'm just pretty upset about something. But I don't know what that something is, so while I'm trying to discover what that something is, I'm going to bitch about all other stuff.

Oooh, I remember something. Glenn! Yummy!!! Teehee. :)

You're green, the color of growth and vigor. Good-hearted and giving, you have a knack for finding and bringing out the best in people. Green is the most down-to-earth color in the spectrum — reliable and trustworthy. People know they can count on you to be around in times of need, since your concern for people is genuine and sincere. You take pride in being a good friend. For you, success is measured in terms of personal achievement and growth, not by status or position. Rare as emeralds, greens are wonderful, natural people. It truly is your color!

La lang. :)

Everyone thinks they're different from everyone else. Which makes them the same as everybody else.

People keep secrets for a reason. If someone put off telling you something, they probably have a good reason, so don't try pushing it. You might not like what you discover.

There isn't a good side and a bad side to people, only the honest and inhibited. The honest side tells us horrible truths about ourselves, but we also make conscious decisions to prevent ourselves from doing anything that might hurt anybody else.

We all have enormous expectations, even though we know that in the end, we'll only end up disappointing ourselves. But that shouldn't stop us from actually living because no matter how perfect the dream is, there's still no substitute for a better reality.

No matter how much we deny it, the kind of family we come from still somehow defines who we are. It creates a mold for us that we may or may not choose to grow into.

In the end, it won't really matter if you want to do something, it only will if you actually do it. Everything is a matter of choice.

***

I am soo....confused.

Some new stuff I sort of knew about myself but never really paid attention to but now that someone else has confirmed it for me I'm giving the attention it deserves:

*My motto with object assembly is: As long as it fits, stick it in. (But that's only if the object isn't electric. Then there's this whole other set of rules.)

*I tend to change my mind too easily.

*I experience everything to the extremes.

*To me, there *is* no boring waking moment. If I'm bored, I'll fall asleep. But every waking moment, I spend wondering about some inane thing that few people actually bother to pay attention to.

*The only thing I'm consistent with is inconsistency.

In an internet caf right now with Renz, Mae G., Camille Bauti, Friendship Allen and Erika. Happyhappy. :)

At first I didn't think it was possible, but the keyboards here are teh loove <3333!>typing heaven!!!

I got new glasses. Niiice. Now I can really see the world.

Doing the one-liner thing again. AAACCKK!!!

I better get those (and by 'those', I mean those stuff between me and Him) stuff off my mind, and fast. Because I think it's making me lose IQ points easier than summer vacation is. And I can't really afford that. I'm already running low on IQ points as it is.

I am so stupid. I hate myself.

Enough self-loathing. Back to the regularly scheduled bloggage.

***

Okay, that was real stupid. Like, really really really stoooopid.

(On second thought, I'll let myself stray from the regularly scheduled bloggage. And get back to the self-loathing.)

Kasi naman eh...Ang malas ko talaga. I admit it was stupid, pero malas pa rin. MALAS! STOOOPID!!!

Kim = Not To Be Trusted With The Simplest Of Things

I will hate myself FOREVER for this. Because it's real stupid. Really really really stoooopid.

I let something pass. Then I let something even BIGGER pass. Tell me that's the work of an intelligent, at-least-partially-sane person.

Stooopid. StooopidStooopidStooopiiid.

A few more IQ points down the drain. Heck, even my talkativeness has decreased. I can't be idle for, like, a full minute without drifting off to Lala-Land. And my typing's like shit. Aah, the wonders of summer holidays.

Now I'm taking it seriously. I have to get better at this writing thing. Or at least be like I was before. Back when I actually had things to say.

Okay, I still do have things to say, but lately it's been a bit hard finding something to write about that I can say without fear of incriminating myself. I like being an open book, but I don't want to be too open, if you know what I mean. Some shitty person can find this and, like, tell my Mum about all the inappropriate things I say and do. And plan on doing.

What, did you think that I say shitty and crap and fuck in front of my mother? I wouldn't dare. She would have a heart attack. Or try to soap the words out of my mouth. Or at least threaten to do it.

So...Hmmm...

Now that I've actually had time to think and all that, I've come to realize that I'm not too hideous. In fact, I think I actually like how I look. Well, I pretty much have to, since I'm stuck with this face for the rest of eternity. Unless I actually wake up one day with actual guts and decide to go under the knife. Which I would never do. Unless I, like, get mutilated because of an accident or whatever.

Anyways, I think I like how I look. I've come to an epiphany and I realized that I'm actually not that hideous. Well, you know, compared to those other people. I'm not saying that I'm Claudia Schiffer or whoever, but at least I have complete, functional body parts. Which I know I should be thankful for. Unlike before when I was always like, "God, why hast thou forsaken me?" Because my sister is the epitome of hotness and all that.

How can I tell? Simple. She always has a battalion of boys running after her.

Now, I'm not saying that I've actually had a battalion of boys run after me, hence the epiphany. I don't need that to realize what I have. I mean, I might be ditzy at times, but I'm not completely brainless. Anyways, I just thought that I should, at the very least, be thankful for what I have. Not everyone is born normal. Or well off, for that matter. Most of us take these stuff for granted when, in fact, these things we barely noticed are the exact things other people have prayed for all their lives.

I'm just saying.

(Okay, I'll stop being preachy now.)

Finished The Catcher In The Rye and A Walk To Remember a coupla days ago. The first one was this big whatever book. It was funny and all that, and it taught you a lesson or two. The second one was nice and touching and slightly depressing, with this bittersweet ending. I finished it in one sitting. One line (said by, who else?, Jamie Sullivan) stuck to my mind: "When I said I prayed for you, what did you think I meant?"

Then I finished Through A Glass, Darkly while I was on the beach this morning. It presented very interesting ideas. Coolness. :)

We watched Tristan and Isolde last Monday. James Franco was teh Hotness. I can't wait for Spider-Man 3!

Okay, I'm doing one-liners again. I hate it when I do that. Unless it's like, a list or something. I am now going to take this writing thing seriously. I remember something Paul said last night, "Why do you keep forcing yourself to do stuff you don't want to do?" (I was telling him about this thing with me forcing myself to do stuff. I didn't elaborate though, so I fully understand why he said it.) Well, it's not that I don't want to do these stuff. I LOVE doing them. But if I don't actually get around to starting them, then how the hell am I going to progress, right? I better get my ass off the floor and start walking, since a journey of a thousand miles does still start with a single step. Or with the starting of an engine.

***

Plus eternity times infinity!

boooooooriiing.

This vacation is making me lose IQ points. Seriously.

***

Random Chuva:

*I haven't stayed indoors for 24 straight hours for two whole weeks.
*Surprisingly enough, I'm grounded.
*Or so my mother says.
*But she keeps on taking me malling.
*And buying me stuff.
*I'm not complaining, though.
*I haven't eaten three proper meals a day for, like, ever. Well, since junior year anyway.
*I'm running out of stuff to say this early in the list.
*(I told you I dropped a few IQ points.)
*Currently Reading: The Catcher in the Rye (J. D. Salinger) and A Walk To Remember (Nicholas Sparks)
*I miss him. (Well, okay, that's not random. That's a given.)
*I bought three books in the past four days.
*I have to stop here, since mother dear is telling me to get off the damn computer.
*(I'm exaggerating. She's just making me take a bath.)

Sometimes I think I've got it bad, but when I read stuff like these, I remember how good I've got it.

***

19 ways to keep a girl

1. DON'T FORCE HER TO DO ANYTHING.
[She won't trust you if you do & it'll be awkward]

2. Grab her hand when you walk next to each
other.
[She always gets butterflies when you do it; it makes her feel like you want her]

3. When standing, wrap your arms around her.
[It makes her feel like you really love her.]

4. Cuddle her.
[She'll feel like your there for her]

5. Hug her from behind
[It makes her feel special]

6. Write little notes.
[She smiles. They're cute; The end]

7. Compliment her Honestly.
[No girl likes a liar and no girl likes a person who lies about it when you compliment her]

8. When you hug her, hold her in your arms as
long as possible.
[It makes her feel wanted]

9. Be super sweet to her.
[All girls like a super sweet guy]

10. Call her at night to wish her sweet dreams.
[She'll go to bed with a smile]

11. Comfort her when she cries.
[She'll feel like you'll ALWAYS be there for her]

12.Wipe away her tears
[It'll show you'll always be there]

13. Love her with all your heart.
[Not with your brain... or your dick]

14. Pick her up and flirt with her (she'll scream and say put me down but really she loves it).
[It's true, boys!]

15. Be a gentleman (hold the door for her).
[Every girl loves a guy who is a gentleman]

16. DON'T let your friends talk trash about her, it'll get back 2 her
[& it'll make her feel like you aren't really there
for her]

17. Take her for a long walk at night!
[She just wants to be alone. & that's not always bad. The world can be annoying sometimes & you just need to be alone.]

18. When it's cold outside hold her close
[You want her to be happy & she's happy in
your arms]

19. Draw on or rub her back as she is trying to rest or sleep
[This just feels good HAHA!] {not with a pen you idiot, with your finger}

***

Sembreak
Eraserheads

Dear kim kamustang bakasyon mo?
Ako'y eto pa rin nababato,
Bad trip talaga 'tong meralco, bakit brown-out pa rin dito?
Walang silbi sa bahay
Kundi bumabad sa telepono
O kaya'y kasama ang buong barkada nakaistambay sa may kanto

Chorus:
Naalala kita 'pag umuulan
Naalala kita 'pag giniginaw
Naalala kita 'pag kakain na
Naalala kita ilang bukas pa ba bago tayo ay magkita?
Ako'y naiinip na bawat oras binibilang
Sabik na masilayan ka ha ha ha

Sira pa rin ang bisikleta
May gas wala naming kotse
Maghihintay ng ulan, basketball sa banyo
Sana ay may pasok na
Para at least meron akong baon
Cutting classes dating raket, rock 'n roll buong taon

Chorus

Walang kayakap kundi gitara
Nangangati sa kaiisip sa 'yo
Hanggang sa mabutas 'tong maong ko, tsaka bibili uli ng bago
Hanggang dito na lang ang liham ko
Salamat sa atensyon mo
Atsaka na lang pala 'yong utang ko 'pag nagkita na lang uli tayo

Repeat chorus

Sembreak...naalala kita

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Wala lang, may name ko eh. Hehe.

***

Kinikilig ako. Ohmygosh.

Masakit man isipin, kailangan tanggapin...Kung kailan mo sineryoso, saka ka niya gagaguhin...

Ni-rip in Albert yung Anthology (Eheads) niya sa PC ko. Niiice.

Lecheng pag-ibig 'to...

How friggin' true.

***

High school graduation yesterday. :((

Cried buckets.

But oddly enough, I don't want to go back to school.

Stupid requirements.

Is this what it's all about?

Man, this is crazy.

But does that stop me?

Nooooo.

***

Enough wth the senseless rambling. I'm going to have to start to tell sometime.

So, obviously, he's my Big Problem. Because seriously, I don't really think we're going anywhere.

I have been über nice about this whole thing. Do I say anything when two days go by without him even texting me? Do I say anything when he doesn't even bother to load credits? Do I say anything when he asks me to call him? Do I say anything when...ah, basta. I just shut up about everything.

But does he even friggin' notice?

NOOOOO.

Gawd, chivalry really is dead.

Well, in my side of the world, anyway.