Tuesday, September 30, 2008

I can't even attempt it.

It's 3.04 pm and I've yet to leave my room. I've been awake since 10, but I'd go from fiddling with the PC, then re-hibernating.

After 3?5? days of stress...wow! Ang sarap. Todo.

Fine maliligo na ko in a while.

I sooo need to finish my Ad Design plate already.


Monday, September 29, 2008

'Ramon' says

Ramon Rios (9/29/2008 9:37:48 PM): pg mei gus2 kang gawin, dpat buo loob mo para wlang pgsisisi
maccaroo (9/29/2008 9:37:58 PM): oooohhh
Ramon Rios (9/29/2008 9:38:01 PM): kc kung mei khit onting pgdududa, wg mo ng i2loy


Stress. Konte nalang and everyone will be acting in their worst behaviours. But in the end love's love.


Reading Archie Comics is so relaxing because it is such an archetype. There's the nice guy, the nice girl, the snob, the slob, the slut, the male-slut, the jock, the brain... and it just fits well.

Life is not complicated.

Life is a consistent fairy tale of Poptate's and Junior Year.


Uh-huh. Daring.

Saturday, September 27, 2008


Maybe life would be so much better if things were a little bit more shallow. It's actually the great vacation if I start seeing things in the light side, not the damaged philosophical-psychonalysis-spiritual way I strangely immerse myself in 24/7.

Maybe it's not about power. Maybe it's not about stress.

Maybe it's not about how different girls are from boys are from men.

Maybe it's not about the fucking IMC Plan.

It's better if I don't like pleasing yous. It's okay. :)



Wednesday, September 24, 2008

September: Monthly Tagalog Post

Ewan ko kung bakit, pero wala naman ako gusto at dapat patunayan.

Pero natatakot na din ako dahil hindi ko na alam kung ano ang mangyayari. Panu kung madala ka?

Wow. Emo. Tagalog version.


Bestie, alam ko naman na lagi kang tama. Kung hindi lagi, MADALAS. Mga 95% of the time. Diba? Since "bata" pa tayo...

Hindi naman ako kokontra e. Alam ko naman na mahal mo ko at gusto mo lang kung anung makakabuti sakin. Lagi. Bilang kapatid at alaga mo.

(Fuck you drama)

[Tagalog Mode Off]

I just wish...


You'll never know how much that means to me.

Mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal kita.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Once upon a time.

Me, two years ago. Gawd I'm skinny. I had such pretty hair. Ack. And the hottest pair of legs known to mankind.

No after pictures for this one. :*


"Ang oras ay biglang natrapik."
I just wanna kiss you.

And when we get the there we're gonna fly so faraway, making sure to laugh while we experience antigravity.


Stop. That.


Your eyes hurt and it feels like its tearing up.

Somethings are more importan than the either, though the matter is completely irrelevant.

Friday, September 19, 2008


I've been avoiding my room like plague for the past three days. I've been sleeping everywhere but. The other night, I slept at Jul's and Jas's, then I slept at the rec room, then the master's... then some nights, I'm not sleeping at all.

Everything's just so messy.

Nothing's at it's proper place and I have no time or energy or inspiration to fix anything. Grabe. I'm still at my all time low. Well, typically low.. not exageratedly. Labo nun ah.

I don't know when I'll be sleeping tonight though. God please save me because I have this sinking, nagging feeling that I'll be having an alcohol fix tonight. Which is wrong because I have no budget or tolerance for it anymore. And I can't afford to miss another class tomorrow. But you know how my relation to peer pressure is... so, there.

On the low of lows side of life: I'm still missing A LOT OF PHOTOS FOR PHOTOGEE, I do not have the balls to do an AdPrac Jingle and I am back at 88 pounds, when I'm supposed to be 90.

On the brighter side of life, I will officially be growing my hair.

On the brighterer side of life, I have finally revived mi iPod, I will be formatting my laptop (AGAIN FOR THE NTH TIME), and I have finally conceptualized for my Ad design events plate, and I have parties and non parties left and right which is exactly how I need life to be.

On the unbright side, I am late for my PD submission. Which, well, sucks.

Love Letter

There's nothing else in the world I'd want to do, but can't seem to, than to write you this love letter.

Call me speechless, if you must.

I've been sitting here for past an hour, pen in hand, scratching and scrawning my way, attempting to express how much you mean to me. I can't find the right words.

Perhaps all the good words in the dictionary would suffice. Perhaps all the romantic expressions other people have spoken of can suitingly express what I want to tell you.

I want to weave words poetically. To be able to elaborate how much madness my falling in love with you has caused me.

I've been told that love hurts. That the pain of a broken heart is way beyond the pains of the greatest form of physical injury. That the damage it makes can change how my life goes.

But meeting you has already changed my life. You have struck me with so much desire. Everything you do is beautiful. Every movement is charm. Every word you speak is boundless. And no amount of pain, not at the moment and not at the future, can stop me from loving every single inch of you.

Love means giving someone the chance to hurt you, but trusting her not to.

Then they ask me why I risk having you, of all people, break my heart? And burst of reasons come about.

Life before you was vast emptiness, where pleasure weighed more than reason. Where reason weighed more than my heart. Then you come around, with all your lovelines and I started living like I've never before.

I feel more intensely alive, more intensely real. As if the dimming filter of numbness was shattered before my very eyes. The world suddenly shouts with bright colors, sharply outlined shaped, evocative scents, intriguing textures, music, laughter and flashes of joy.

The world was warmer, sweeter, and lovelier. Happiness was embodied in the little girl that is you. And no one else comes near to the love you make me feel. My heart is overflowing with your loveliness and no room is left for all other desires because you fill every crevice and corner.

In my heart and in my mind there is bliss.

With all the set of words I've sworn and impressed, I've been dying to tell you only these: I love you. So much and so dearly. I love you.

...don't ask.

Latest collaboration with THE Pepe Le Pepew.

Thursday, September 18, 2008


Life can be fragile. Very.

Life can kiss you on the ass one moment, then slice your fingers off in the next.

Today's Friday but Sunday will come.


I am fighting the losing battle against a cliched life


Fluctuating is better than an all time low. :*


I think, I'll be growing my hair. Comments, dears?


More stuff to do:

Ad des.. Conceptualization
Find PD instructions
Ad Prac.. Jingle T_T


Fine, don't comment.. since i don't have much of a choice anymore.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

I want:

1. to wear the comfiest jeans as pambahay.
2. wear nail polish again.
3. use my dslr. ive been idle for a week already

i reaally do want to wear my jeans at home. comfy comfy. and a bit loose white tank. pretty. :)


Mackyboy would always tell me back then to travel beyond my comfort-zones. I never quite figured out what my comfort zone is and to what extent it applies.

According to my psycho-analysis damaged train of thought, possibly, I am having a hard time adapting to the fact that life is imperfect. Curse of virgoes, perfectionists. Something will always be bound to go wrong even if you push your LOA powers to the limit.

Even if things do go wrong, everything will be alright... well, depending on how you define 'alright'.

Ang lupit naman ng post na to. Mind boggling siya in fairness.


I miss Geno. So much.

"Walang Nagbago"

Despite the possible consequences, I'm posting this.

Do read.

clicky click:

On Pride.

Pride. It's something you have the ability to turn on and off.

Pagdating sa sorries, mababa lng pride ko. Kung hindi lng annoying e. Pagdating sa family, tama lng. Keme. Pagdating sa mga saleslady sa malls, fluctuating. Pagdating sa lalake, shet ang taas. Shy ako e! Pagdating sa bisyo, ang baba. Sobra. Konteng peer pressure lang.

Ack. I'm all weirded out again.

What's gonna happen to me?

How common is depression?

Sunday, September 14, 2008


Please. :( Tonight. :( Mozarella.

Secret Weapons

Weaknesses: Magazines with great layout. As I always say, Presentation is everything.


Boyfriends are divided in two categories:

Category A:
Tall probably pretty guys, defined by how rich and cool he is. Good conversationalist with a 300peso plus haircut and high tech gadgets

Category B:
Everything that falls under True Love.



Why am I getting so incredibly obviously short. There are people out there who are just as short as I am, yet no one seems to notice. Is it the hair??

Or maybe you all just know me well.

Despite that:

True Friends = People who know how actually short I am.


Pleasure = Cold hot choco PLUS Nica's happy songs PLUS Paper works.

I love paperworks. It's justa good change from the everyday mess of paint and lead.

Stuff to do:

*Ad Prac: Research on 'yuppies', 'statistics', e.g.; Chapter 5; 6; Compilation and Edit; Radio Ad Script;
*LP Painting: Big painting with reference (I hate)
*PD: Choose Artist; Make studies
*Photo: Prelims, take Human subject with flash, High Key?, Candle Light?, Nigh Scene without Flash, Led light, Light sculpture, Scrupture painted with flash, Double Exposure
*Ad Des: THINK, Make Logo

On Another Note:
*Clean my room
*Charge Ipod after 10 years
*Buy flash for Cam
*Hannah Lopez's Debut which I am so looking forward to go. Nakalimutan na nga ata niya na invited nia ko e. Iunno. I'm still going though.
*Capture Flyers
*Check Up (for more tha one reasons)

Since I spend the day sleeping for 12 hours, reading magazines and going online half the waking time, socializing for the rest, and SO not working, the load's just swamping on me. Grabe. Haha.

I guess this really is life.

Charmed, this one. This is MOST of what life's got to offer.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Friday, September 12, 2008


I'm currently reading Chep and Camille's "The Reader."

I soo did not finish Sophie's World. Ack. Good thing I did not take law. Philosophy sucks especially if you're studying it in your own accord with no guidance or whatsoever.

The Reader is a much calmer read. And miraculously, less emo. Would you believe THAT?


Btw, I heart the Fossil watch ma gave me. It's far from THE Kenneth Cole watch I absolutely loved last year, still, this one's pretty. It took me a while to appreciate it actually, but it's actually nice...in a rugged, not too classy, but posh none the less way.

And it's so cowboy! And my arms look sooo fragile in it.


Overnight at Wi's tomorrow. Newsflash: The new house has jacuzi! Weeeee!!

Pictionary - LTS Series

Pictures, once more, speak louder than words.

The most unfortunate and UNanticipated twists of events

I heart orange!

And I heart these guys more. :*

Thursday, September 11, 2008


I need better pictures!!!

But this would have to do, I guess.


"Even more damaging than the consumer culture is the use of generalities. When we initially ask people what they need from other people, we usually get vague answers: “I need respect,” “space,” “love,” “to be understood.” Yet what do these really mean? These generalities act as barriers to relationships. We expect the other person to second-guess what we really want. And they can’t! Others will filter these words or phrases through their own childhood experiences, and they will mean different things than they do to us."


According to National Statistics Office:

Census count 8 years ago:
Male and Female

Our age group can be found at the 10-14 and 5-9 age bracket.

For a clearer shot of the record:
__AGE____|_total pop_|___male___|_female__|sexratio|
5 to 9_____|1,045,297_|__536,296_|_509,001_|_105.36_|
10 to 14___|_914,010_|__461,142_|_452,868_|_101.83_|

applicable only to NCR year 2000.

The odds are in favor of us girlies! Yippeee. Huwahahaha.

source: NCR,NSO

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Mas sumasakit katawan ko pag nasa bahay lng ako whole day kesa nag amazing race ako. T_T.

Monday, September 8, 2008


You will meet different people in your life, lots of them. You will greet them in school, chat with them at pavs and yosihan sheds, see them around the mall, colaborate with them workwise... but only few of these people will actually be part of your lives.
(Statement as told by Ji in response to our not wanting to make friends with new people anymore).


I have the perfect girls in the world. :)

"...ang perfect kaya ng college life ko dahil sa inyo.."
"...stay pretty, rich, cool, smart. basta lahat ng magaganda..."

Wi's Trivias about Macci
-you hate trinoma
-umiiyak ka pag may cute
-crush mo si.... basta madami
-wala kang gusto as of the moment
-pacute ka by heart
-mahilig ka magjudge ng panget
-in love ka sa love
-masaya ka ngayon
-bwl maglandian sa harap mo
-tinawanan mo si _-_-m last week
-love mo si aiwa, love ko din sya
-hindi ka nanunuod ng tv
-mahilig ka sa sex jokes and poor jokes
-bestfriend mo si _ _ _ _ y <3
-happy birtday, mas maganda ka kay...



I woke up at 7:00 and decided not to go to school kasi it's too late na. Ngayon ko lng narealize na 9 ang pasok.. and it's noe 9.30 am. SHEEET!


The fuck!!

Thursday, September 4, 2008

I'm Baaacck!!!

I'm back sweethearts, darlings, dears and loveys.

I never actually went away as you may all now know. I was ranting with august thoughts away.

I just didnt want to bother you with the effing emo-ness.

So I'm back now. And I love yous.

It's 12:56 pm and I've yet to brush my teeth and all that shit. And I just want to be back, I dont want to write yet though.

Love love.


Monday, September 1, 2008