I'm having trouble installing photoshop.

Aiwa's here.. and I guess there will be a lot of hanging out.

I'm going to Tameng's shortly. The paint thing.

I realized that my hair isn't that bad if I tie it up. It's actually pretty cute.

I still don't have budget. But it'll be better soon. The ATM's coming! Yey.

And the weight of the laptop just killed my leg.

Summer as of the moment

As you all may have observed... my layout sucks. Luckily, my laptop has finally been formatted, which may possibly inspire me to relayout.

But what do we know? This blog really is full of empty promises anyway.

...

Whatsup?

Well, I am bored as hell. It's hot as hell. Am finally catching up on my GossipGirl, started 90210, and am not taking sleeping pills. Not because I've decided against it, just that I am FUCKING BROKE.

YEAHES! FUCKING EFFING EFFING ABNORMALLY BROKE. And to follow would be I am stuck at home. This hot unexciting hole I call home.

And am starting to bitch.

My atm's still a bitch. That would've been easy income. But noooooo, I dont have it because I lost it last november.

...


What else?

Hmmm. This layout sucks. I still have that MAP work thing. And I'm in luurve with a pair of Steve Madden shoes, ONSALE. AND I FINALLY FINISHED MURAKAMI'S THW WINDUP BIRD CHRONICLES AFTER 6 EFFING MONTHS!!!

Am rereading Good Omens. See, I stopped reading in the middle of the book......


Omg, I'm ranting. See, boredom just seeps right through. And idleness really does bring out the bitch in me.

wtf-state (c/o sooey)

I am so fat.
(Fine, not really... but no more to the fashionably skiny ol' me.)

And my hair do suck. It's like I get a bad haircut every two years, and we need half a year to remedy the haircut. Therefore, according to that made up computation, I spend 25% of my life with a pretty bad haircut.

And yes, very obviously, I'm EXTREMELY, IRRATIONALLY, FREAKY-LY sensitive when it comes to my hair. I'd sell my sisters for a good haircut you know.

Anyway, its not thaaattt bad. STOP READING THIS BLOG THE AUTHOR IS INSANE!

And yeah, this is the heaviest (and 'curviest') I've been ever since forever. Like gaah! Hiyang? Wtf.


Sooey coined a really pretty and suitable term, it's called the WTF-state, which is pretty much what every one is enduring right now.



MUST WORK!

April 6 2009

Despite the ongoing css and photoshop construction, I will go blogging.

To be perfectly honest, I can only remember having a real blog hiatus once. When I found blogging to be unhealthy... more of mindboggling than reassuring.. and that is, like when.. 5 years ago. So even if I tell you I'm no longer blogging, I must be having some sort of outlet in some other blog, or other blog's comment box.

Whichever. I suffer this great need to record every moment. You can accuse me perhaps of dwelling to much in the past... or maybe its just my own narcisism.

...

I am drifting away
despite myself

When the anticipated remedy does no good
Then the malady must be so innate, it must be you

The passion fluctuates
There is a tinge of desperation
Everyminute consists of the urge for a smoke
for an escape
for the alcohol to tide my brain
every root of me.

Still still still Under Construction

Officially, my layout sucks. But in a matter of 60 days, my pride has risen to a new level, affecting numerous aspects of my life. Such would be that I refuse to use blogskins.com layouts, even if it means having a clutter after the every 6 posts I publish in this blog.

I've already permanently deleted the previous layout, so no going back to that. The header is but temporary.

Css and htmls have lost their charm.

And guess what, I am still reading Haruki Murakami's The Chronicles of a Wind-up Bird, and its only 70% read. It' been the only book I'm reading in 2nd sem.


My brain is currently at its lowest state. My hair too. Still, the hair. Fuckity.


No pictionaries, no anything.

Summer Commandments

1. You will not cut you hair. Even if you very much want to and even if it sucks big time. Just imagine bangs so long it reaches your nose when its swept to the side. And imagine hair up to your collar bones! Perfect aint it? Besides, what's a whole summer of scarves anyway? And lovely, you've got a boyfriend.
2. Must complete work
3. Must not deprive self of beaching
4. Must reach out to college friends somehow
5. Insomnia is not to be a part of summer. Smoking perhaps.. but not insomnia!
6. Remember your fashion.
7. Happy Mondays!
8. You will clean your room. Clean room is anti bitch fit.
9. You will figure out what thesis you're taking.
10. You will chill.

WE ARE STILL UNDERCONSTRUCTION

But the posts will resume. Hello blogworld. I believe I've resurrected from a month's worth (or more) of online death...

blog leave

since i havent been much entertaining for a while now...

i therefore conclude a blog leave.


see you in a while loves. :*

Quarter 2009 _ List

The Quarter 2009 Shit List:

1. I am now drinking too much soda. I make it coke light, but what the hell, coke's still coke.
2. Am not moisturizing anymore. Boohoo.
3. My computer's antivirus is an antique. The last it's been updated is eons ago.
4. I've yet to actually WRITE. (See how shallow my blog vocab has become.)
5. Attendance not really well.



The Quarter 2009 Bless List:

1. Am now getting enough sleep, despite the stress. Yipee! Fafay quasi-jetlag.
2. Am now using Globe!
3. 90 pounds.
4. Am a behaved girlfriend. :D
5. Independent (ISH!) (Ish 10x!)

/Random

After a merciless whole house raid for my watercolor, Teta brought it out during lunch. Thank God.

...


The thing about Tita Maya, (THE client) is that despite her ruining my whole life, she's very nice and sweet. She has one of the best (if not the best) household I've ever been in. Her husband is funny and oozes with charisma. Her eldest son is at the top of his batch, her two younger sons are just as sweet and nice. And Javon, her little boy can not speak tagalog. And she goes to Europe and Middle East everytime she closes big projects. She never forces me to do stuff but asks nicely. Through her sugarcoated commands she got me to eat fish toppings, gulay, and drink a quarter glass of carrot juice.

...

Though, life is shattering in front of me. Nothing emo, I swear. And well, I dont know how to react properly, so instead I continue doing my plates.

W is for Whatever part 2

When every one is chopping of their hair for the gamine look, I'm growing it. There's charm in going against the trend, especially if the trend was yours. (?)

Whatevs. I love the shoulder length. Oh and btw, I've succumbed to the wonders of blowdrying. I've never owned my own hairblower until now, see.

Too bad short hair looks so pooosh. T_T

Yada. Whatever.

...

I WANT NEW SHADES. LOTS. AND uhh well STUFF. AND I WANT MY LITERACY BACK!

W is for Whatever

On a shallower note, I can no longer use the the perfect penshoppe blush because it actually ruined my skin's texture. Never mind that it was perfectly pink and discreet and handy and cheap, if it kills your skin, it's (kinda) not worth it.

Boohoo. :(

Eeek! Kikay self. Ugh. -_-


And as usual, my room's a fucking mess. If it weren't for the pale pinkish walls and makeup tossed everywhere, I would've assumed its a guy's room. Oh the bags contribute to the girlyness too.

Agh! What happened to the anti-girly?


I don't have anything interesting to tell you just yet. And I dont have the time to cook up anything worth anyone's effort.


Hmmm what else? Uhhh... am starting to breath again.

And because CFAD is OJT-less, I can not wait for summer. Yippee!
But before the parties, anti-parties, and the sort.. must suffer hell week. B-)

stress.

For the record, this is the most stressed I have ever been in my life.

Sorry sa lahat ng pagkukulang ko sa lahat ng tao. :(

PUTANGINA.

I'm giving up.

My spirit is broken.

............


Oo ang iresponsable ko. Inaako ko ung mga trabaho maski alam kong hindi ko na kaya. Mapride pa ko. Hindi ko alam kung pano humingi ng tulong sa ibang tao. At higit sa lahat ang pleaser ko, kasi pag may bagong trabaho, oo ako ng oo. PUTANGFUCKINGINA.

Never take work you can't manage.

Lesson learned.

Now is ours

One down.
Fashion show is finally over.

Drama never seem to leave me be. Yuck. Tangina.
Ugh.

And stress too.


Dont have time to blog actually, but I really need to let off some steam. Whatevs.

My dad is 'hired' me to do this effing layout thingy that's been eating my time almost completely. I haven't cried over it yet, which is usually the case when I'm under pressure.

Uhhuh. Will isn't so strong. I crack.

I miss my girlsies, and well, I'm with them almost everyday. Distance is mental.

My sisters are awesome ish. My boyfriend is loverly. My nails are strawberry red.

ohhh cheesy

Yikeee. Holding hands

ngumiti ka naman! try mo lang.

/Random

So...


Despite the list from my last post, I don't think I accomplished much. Still, am stressed. My body's been aching the past days and today I rest.

"Rest". I have catalogue and ppt layout to do.

I still don't know how to deal.

hfhkjdhkjsf isfd i need more time!

...


There's always something about evryone that I admire. Is looking up to every fucking one a crime?

pre-break jsdlsdal

I may just be the shades murderer. I've finished off my favorite pairs of shades and my collection is now down to half. :(

Depressing.

...

I miss my friends.

...

Squeeze all tasks in 7 days:

Ppt and Catalogue (inc, shoot)
Ad Design Sketch (8/sec
Ad Prac Survey + Tally
. Shoot 5 done, 7 to go
. Book layout and Production
Org Love notes
Org Prose Project
Fashion Cocktail Illus, Long Gown sketch
PD Choco Filipino
-measure box
-create design
Photog Reportage
Photog Marketing Heritage

Reasons

The similarity between designing ads and formulating poems is the need for reason. Merely looking or sounding good is not enough deem it right.

...

Pop culture is against cliche, but everything becomes cliche after some time.

...

Thing critiquing is that it's extremely/semi-completely subjective. A perfect poem does not let subjectivity take command.

Sick

Am sick.
Again.


Gawd, I'm sickly. I used to be healthier before. Maybe its because of the sleep (lack of), or possibly not enough nutrients.

It feels like a hang-over... only worse because my temperature rises and I can't expose myself to the cold. It's gross actually, how I vomitted an entire dinner in water-ish form. Bwahahaha. Kadiri noh?

Le Boyfriend came over to snuggle and watch Slumdog Millionaire. Then he won't let me leave the house for the AdPrac shoot because of my sickly state. Im sorry to disappoint you girls :(. And now, I dont know much of his whereabouts. Worried. :|

And sweaty from sleeping all afternooon under a comforter without any aid of electric fan or ACU.

Fuck, what do you know? I'm writing about my day!

Quarter Past Four


Repulsed by the putrid flavor of time wasted
He droops in bed, lashes glued on his lids
Cocooned by the sheets
Mastering the futile art of tossing and turning
Twisting to find the perfect mould
Time is the universal currency
It is dripping away
His mind racing around the web of his thoughts
His biology ceasing to be in accord with his will
The chronic disorder dulls his skin
Swells his eyes, dulls tomorrow
The sun spills on the corner of his bed
He rises because sleep fails again

Pre- sleep.

We have no time.
Every waking moment must be spent on the betterness of your academic wellfare.

Must do plates 24-hours.

Migraines, lovers, and sleep arent valid excuses.

Time is the universal currency.

Helloouu

Angelika April!
Alam kong binabasa mo blog ko!
Stalker.

:*


...

I've grown a constellation of pimples on both my cheeks and by the hairline. Ugh. Puberty much? I have to start taking care of my skin again. It's been 3 months and I've stopped using facial moisturizer and am very frequently using my trusty eye cream.

Well, I'm confident because I don't smoke. And I almost never deprive myself of sleep ayway.

Still...

...

I REALLY WANT AN EXTERNAL FLASH ALREADY!

Issues on legality and cheesiness and the self

I can no longer lie to my parents. Grounded na kung grounded. Ang mahalaga sakin panatag loob ko.

Besides, I'm almost 20 for goodness sake! And mahal ko kayo at ayoko kayong gawing bobo.

...

I can handle life on my own, thankyouverymuch. But I'm more complete with you.

...

Does 'bahala na' work?

12:40 am

I'm sleepy na kaya. But I still have this effing Package Design plate to finish. Funny thing is, PD's just 2-units worth and we tend to stress over it so much more than we would the the 6-unit subjects yadayadayadayada.

It's like when I complain about my academic life, PD always find its way to my rants and complaints.


CURRENTLY:
1. Am learning to drive. Yippee!
2. Am learning to walk in heels!
3. Happily cheesy
4. Losing weight. :(
5. Grounded
6. Lost my sun cell. What do you expect? No one contacts me via sun anyway, aside from the folks, the sis, and Angelika Relova. And the phone's so little...
7. Has pile of works to do (e.g. TWGuild, Photogee, AdFrec baby cheesies, gaining parental trust, Reporting: Fashion and Professional Ethics, Valentines.. ETC ETC ETC)

...atleast my PD is finally on a roll. FUCK PD!!


...

My mom kinda cried over the "May Bukas Pa" commercial. Wahahaha.
The blockada-ish is all over "Tayong Dalawa" or "The Both Of Us" as my dad calls it.
The boyfriend and I is cheesssyy musshhyyy <3 <3 Lovwa, babe <3...
Am kindaahh sleepy. Musn't.


Oh and yeah, controversy going on at the right part of the bloggie. (Read: Tagbox)
IMO, some anonymous dude did it and everyone's kinda having fun using names other than there's. Lol. The long lost 'Stalker' or someone related to him may possibly be the PD.Man because the idea is similar.. yadayadayada. Sleepy.

9:55pm

Suckity.

I've yet to finish the day's workload, which is the PD Wine Bottle design shit.

Am in a foul mood because some bitch is ze most annoying.

Imma take a shower now.

Jan30

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU NICUUURRR AND PAPAJURMS!

Pare, I am no longer an E.K. Virgin! \m/

Pictures here after the edit.

...


Geno bitch goddess, you are much missed, you techiedumb fashion guru, you.

Contract

[Narration mode ON]

Because I was late for AdPrac, I had no choice but sit at the boys' corner (e.g. back of the class, left side facing the board). The whole area reeked of boy-ness, and when I couldn't stand it any longer, I told Nici I'm moving back my usual seat when Teta leaves, which she did shortly.

FYI we flunked the first half of AdPrac... our Chapter One was a total failure, and we barely/didn't meet the cut-off of the prelims. Therefore, upon moving back, I was greeted with a sheet of paper where our half-sem resolutions are listed.

The list was entitled "BAGUHIN NA NATIN ANG BUHAY NATIN :)" and is written in tag-lish. Putang list yun.. fierce!

Ex:

"...Pangapat. More time for plates, less time for boyfriends (Jompy (and Jihan), Bombee, Miguel, Mackyboy, and Jay Manalo "Kim", Xian? (Isasama ba natin si Gel dito? Hahaahaha!"

"...Panglima. Ang events na excused tayong lahat ay birthday ni Nica (Bukas! EK tayo, STARCITY) & Valentines & Fieldtrip. The rest vacant. Wag na isama birthday ni Teta."


Because of the unclear copy, I can remember the other parts being prayers for War to arrive causing us to graduate without labor, and setting a lunch date for us girls, and something about a dysfunct unipin.

I love you girls.


[Narration Mode OFF]

Huli ka

Le boyfriend does not want his pics taken.
"Anu pang silbi ng gwapo ka, ayaw mo naman magpapicture."

YEEAAAHEEHH!! IBA KA NA! I LOVE YOU!

meet my boldstar boyfriend.


di ka man lang pornstar. BOLDstar talaga.




AKALA MO DI KITA KAYA PICTURAN AH!

...

Ciempre kaylangan may pic din ako.



...

On a not so distant note...

"Sabik sayo kahit maghapon na tayong magkasama
Parang telesine
Ang ating ending, hatid sa bahay nyo
Sabay goodnight, sabay may kiss, sabay bye-bye"

PLATES TO DO:

1. Photogee food prelims
2. PD Wine logo
    box
    label
3.

DKJKFJHAKHF
I DONT EVEN WANNA THINK ABOUT IT. :D

My Other Loves

My chicas still my chicas.


...

I don't have classes tomorrow and there's this sense of serenity in just staring at the screen and thinking of what to write as if I have the whole night ahead of me. Fact is, ofcourse I still have work to do--loads!, and this habbit burns a huge fraction of my time.. but oh well, this is me.

...

Kung hei fat choi!

o life

As it turns out... I have a very akward catwalk strut. Srutting is just like wowowee's hep-hep-hooray... watching them, you think that it couldn't be easier. But being on national tv or on the ramp gets you all nervy and mentally imbalanced.

...

The smell of you on my palm lingers.

...

I should be doing my plates, really...

But I'm not. Instead, I'm off having candlelit dinner and buying myself chunky pair of i've-been-dying-for heels. Yihee. And that on a sunday.

O life, why so sweet? :X


I'll be doing the (late) PackageDesign Wine label and box tonight. The effing studies.


Shiyet.. I'm so late.

...


Everyone got the grades of 0 to 4 out of 10 on Professional Ethics. This is the best time to hold firmly the belief "Stop taking grades too seriously". They are not what defines you, grades arent what will make you happy. And high grades doesnt make anyone much better at work anyway.


...

P.S. The post has been pre-revelation even if I've written it post-revelation. For making-yabang-the-boyfriend purposes.
P.P.S. Gawwd. It's just been one week, lover! :*

before I start with the major Fashion Catalogue work........

Wala lang.

Le Boyfriend

Hey, lover.

Need I say more

Im not sure which words are fit to justify this revelation.
(deep!)


Does 'Love you' suffice?

Kasi, I do !..,o_O\m/\(^_^)/

Epal mo kaya. Why wont you show your face?


Need I say more?


Love you, boyfriend.

Tonight

"Takip kng mata. Bwl syo yan."
-1/11/09 7:47 PM on On Titanic, Jack and Rose lovescene

Kami na.

Finally.

Asked

Anong pinakamasama mong ugali?

Sa sobrang dami, hindi mo na mahahalata dahil di mo alam kung alin ang uunahin.
Yehey!

...

[continuation and edits later]

The Romantic Death of Poor Little Rich Girl

[SUPER DRAFT! VERY RAW!]


She
  filled the tub with gushing lukewarmth
  stripped off designer everything
  shuffled out of her expensive panties

The tiles were cool under her toes

She
  dowsed feet first
  rested her body, long and skinny,
   on the hard screechy metal surface
  gracefully plunged her head against
   the softness of the water
tangled brown hair afloat
make-up turned into blots of darkness under her eyes

Prozac don't work
Neither do prayers
Maybe
  the cold blade resting on her wrist will

As if slicing her skin open
Blood steadily oozing out
  underwater
  as if abstract smoke


No one knocks on her bathroom door




(COMMENTS:
...negative only! :D
1. Effing emo. Ugh. Plus.. too girly. Not chic-lit though. Thanks to the emo-factor. \m/
2. Unable to communicate how the character is a "poor little rich girl"
3. Uncommon line cutting. Usually common is either good or bad... no gray areas. You are only permitted to be uncommon if you know what you're doing... which, I don't.
4. Still lacks aesthetic.
5. So effing raw that if pag sinabak mo to sa workshop you will cry blood. blood steadily oozing out pala ah!!!
6. Bitin. As always.
7. Where the fuck is your rhythm, bitch? And have you heard of wordplay???)

((comments on the comments:
1. Biased
2. YOU SHOULD'VE LET THEM DECIDE ON WHATS WRONG WITH THE POEM, NOT DIRECT THEM. And in terms of branding yourself, you just ruined it. Ugh.))

Forgetfulness (shit and stuff)

It's been said that the key to a happy life is a poor memory. I can't exactly pinpoint who said those words, or how exactly. Bah! You know how much of a quote religous I am... I just really can't remember where I got that.

Anyway, point is... Can it be any truer?


Sometimes you just really have to leave it behind, don't you? My peers have diagnosed me as depressed via too much thinking... too much contemplating on why-I've-done-so's, could-have-been's, what-if's, how-will-I's, when, why... etc etc.

Well, I can't help but think, hhellluurrr. It's actually easier to manipulate another's mindset that manipulate your own.


Really, it's just so refreshing.

You can't erase it all, and there's no use in regrets. And those were memories anyway.


GAAWWD, AM I GOING IN CIRCLES?

12:54am Tuesday.

So I was in the middle of my piece for the Dapitan folio... a fictional short story THEN I REALIZED HOW WEAK IT IS.

Ugghh!! Aggh! Shuuucckkkss!


And the fact that I'm forcing it in my schedule. And the fact that I've had two sleepless nights because I'm trying to glue the pieces of the story together.

(Grabe, its so cold I'm actually wearing socks.)


I've never really been humbled by anything. You know how my effing ego can get through the roof every once in a while, right. Well............ I don't know. Literature just won't let me.

It's like there's these sets of unspoken regulations you have to figure out for yourself before you start breaking them. And what fun is there if you don't break the rules anyway?

It's like learning to play the guitar all over again. It sucks. Your fingers are thickened by calluses but you you just can't fucking strum a 'B-minor' properly.

It's effing crazy.

...

But PackageDesign is crazier. Fucker you PD fucker you. You're just a 2-unit subject! So what if you're a major subject... there are other major subjects that needs my time, HELLOO!

I just remembere how excited I years back when I read that we had Package Design in our curriculum.


...


Gawwd... My mind just went emo for a while there. Hear hear! There are things in life that have been over-rated, take for example, a debut. It's surreal in your mind, but when the actual time arrives for it, it's so fucking real it's just lost its whoa-factor for the moment. Like, 'So I'm wearing a pretty dress and all the people I love are here. But fuck! My back is itching!'.

Then there are the nights when you're in the FX with a bunch of strangers and you have your ipod plugged in your ears and you hassle yourself along with everyone else with your big backpack and 15x20 illus boards.

BUT YOU FEEL SURREAL. The Tamaraw FX's airconditioning unit is just perfect, and you're all warm and cozy. The streets are familiar, but the movements of the cars and people aren't. And you're not smiling or frowning. You just feel perfectly fine.


GET WHAT I MEAN?

Okay.. this is ridiculous.

...


Back to PD. PD, you suck.

I've done enough work for the day. Imma try to sleep now. Try.

Missing things

I miss a lot of things.


I'd write it down, but I'd bore you and excite you. Haha, you know how controversy can get people going, right? And what's the use of writing my emotions publicly if I have nothing juicy to entertain you with?


So I miss a lot of things. I miss several people. Some who deserves to be missed, some who don't, some whom I dont think needs any missing to begin with. I miss doing stuff that I've stopped doing since [insert time frame category here].

I haven't concretized anything. This is juicy.

Week

It isnt beyond me that I'm a rather outspoken piece of work. But my tagalog vocabulary has been diminished to the basics and dozen of kanto word expressions such as "todo", "olats", "hanep/hayup".

It sucks.

But no one's complaining.

...

I haven't blogged all week because I've been busy. Uhhuh. Prelims week next week and cfad have a very mesed up system of what's supposed to be preliminary examinations. This week may possibly be worse than the prelims itself because this is exacution week, and next week is submission. But because everyone crams, we'll still be under inhumane labor til next week.


WTF!

Why am I explaining it??


I so lack literary material right now.

Plates plates everywhere.

@_@


Well, kaya naman. Konteng puyat at concentration lang.

TO SAIDEH MAGNO

Dear Jomel Pakyu,
09153867752

You are juvenile-ing me because that is the inevitable part of the systematic world amen. Ayaw mo sumikat dahil may tamang oras para jan. Pogi ka kasi. I will spare you from the trouble.

Oh sheeet. No please.

Jomel crush ka ng bayan. Ang pogi mo. Sabi ni Yuniz type ka niya. Ayihee kilig siya.
Type ka din daw ni XP.

Lalo na ni Tiano jusko.

Atsaka ni kuya na taga Mendiola. Ung nag-aayos ng mike, gitara, etc natin.


Jomel you are the love of my life and you will make us libre when your daddy goes bye bye to abroad. I will love you until the end of time. God bless you.

"Walang baklang pangit, pag si Jomel ay gipit."

2009

Major Resolutions.
Let's make this firm and brief.


1. No to beer, (and coke)
2. I will (finally) be driving
3. I should (finally) learn to walk in heels
4. I will stop whoring around. No more kissing guys just because my guts says so and my lips are itching to. Idle lips no more!
*Oooh. I will stop cursing and cussing. My globe will be active. I will use a planner again.
**I will stop playing games. I will not smoke because it is very bad for the teeth and skin (despite the wonderful fact that it gives you the perfect relaxing mild high.)

I will do what my insticts/guts/feelings/wachamacallitwhatverfuck tell me to, because in the end you decide for yourself.
Ipasa-dyos nlng natin lahat ng maaari.


2009 has a nice ring to it.

Where is the promised 2009 entry?

You know, the one that is full of hope and dreams. Promises and resolutions. Excitement, agitation, but with the letting fate/God bring you to the year's lovely end for that touch of laidbackness?


Where has my poetry gone?

...

Dearest deary,

Are we unhealthy for our moral welfare?

Lots of love, myself.

Cranky. Very.

Warning: Bitch fit content.

2:44 am.

I am fighting insomnia.

I was thisclose to sleeping with my make-up and shoes on, in the same jeans and shirt I've worn for the day/night (whichever). That, without the usual prepping up. At 12fucking am when my dad knocked REPEATEDLY, INSENSITIVELY just to ask me to fucking charge my mom's ipod touch.

1. Why does He have to tell me? Why can't my mom do it? Very usually in my life, I'd say girl power and all thet non-bullshit, but this is sooo ridiculous. Annoying. Insulting. Why does he have to be such a dog and follow after all my mom's trivial beckonings. Especially when she's the one whose not being the better half these days (months, years)?
2. In mid-sleeping, once disturbed, I very much can't go back to it. --Something very wrong and unlikely with the sentence, but what the fuck right?
There's no poetry in annoyance anyway.

3. IT'S 2:53 AND I'M STILL NOT ASLEEP / SLEEPY.


Fucker.

For the past two days, all I've written in this blog are negative notions when I ought to be attracting the positive energy.

What the hell.

I'll get it right soon. I have more or less or exactly 362 days to fix getting it right.



You have to hand it to me though, I'm fighting insomnia. Still fighting insomnia. Fuckity fuck. (Annoyance is back) WHY WON'T MY MOM GET ME TO THE DOCTOR!?!??! WHY DO I HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS WITHOUT HER? WHY DO THEY KEEP ON PROMISING ME THAT THEY'LL HELP ME WITH THIS WHEN THE MOST I GOT IS HAVE SOME OBVIOUSLY UNINTERESTED AND TOO GENERAL SEMI-PUBLIC DOCTOR CHECK ON ME AND HAVE HIM TELL ME IT'S JUST BECAUSE OF ANXIETY.

I KNOW IT'S ANXIETY, YOU ASS. WHY CAN'T YOU FUCKING FIX IT?


WHY AREN'T THOSE SLEEPING AIDS WORKING? WHY ARENT THE ANXIETY PILLS WORKING? FUCKIG OLD SCHOOL MILK ISN'T WORKING EITHER? WHY ISN'T 4 PILLS OF VALIUMS WORKING? (Uhhuh. I've resorted to 4 pills of valiums and am not planning on taking more than that.)

Why can't I get a good night sleep especially on a long day when every muscle and tendon is aching?

Why do I have to twist and turn, with eyes closed, from 11pm to 4am... and get to sleep at 5am. Especially when school starts at 7! (Fucker!)


I'm getting tired of this.

Everyone else is. Everyone is getting tired of this putangfuckinginang malady called insomnia.

Macci's insomnia. The one that makes her eccentric. IT'S NOT COOL MGA TANGINA. Why do people claim that they have one when none of them knows the half the sufferance you get from actually having one?


And most of all.. why am I so PMS-y?

Moods

PMS.

Pure. Undilluted.



For the longest time, I've forgotten how it feels to irrationally be in a bad mood. To not have enough civility to even strike a pretend-smile.

Thank you 2009.



I'm still not in the mood. And what makes it worse is I'm jotting it down for records sake... the first of my 2009 post, just after the pretty 2008-ender.



Fuck. Fuckity fuck.

...

It is undoubtedly easier to ask for an apology for somethig you did not do than to ask one for social faux pas that you are very much guilty of.

When you do not have the courage to say sorry, then it must very much mean that the offence is yours to begin with.

Pride is a bitch. And so is everyone aged 15 and above.

...


"Bitch." You know that I'm 'wrong' but I meant it. Crispy, in a whisper, but crystal clear... "Bitch".

"bitch"

Without a period. Not worth of a capitalized first letter.





bitch




...You know that we don't do that because of the overflowing we love we have for each other. It's even this close to unimaginable.

I want to say sorry. But I still hate you.

Breathe in, breathe out.




And until I cool off and until my pride has detoriorated itself. Sigh.


...


Just as something I've learned from somewhere states...
"Don't let it ruin your day."

I already pretty much have.


...


I want to draft this due to its extremely negative contents, but it's refreshing for the audience...so there we go.

Tidbits

This is a concoction of reason and sentiments.



2008. Rock became my lulluby. Filled my head, it drowned stains of undelightful thoughts.

Season two was filled with raw sentiments. Unedited. Incorrect: Gramatically, By reason, By circumstance, By aesthetics.
Year 2008 and I'd been held by different hands. Too many different hands. I didnt want to belong to any. My soul was crying, begging me to stop. She was on her knees, wrist bleeding, not out of wanting death... exag un. Just fighting the greater pain with the lesser.
I had a crash course in philosophy.
,I read Sophie's world.
We are not Gods. We are not required to know everything. The search for the complete ultimate knowledge and philosophy is futile. Aside from the fact that it is vagued by influences.

I had a crash course in life. I hurt, and I survived

I can walk alone. Keep my mouth shut. Smile at the world again.
I learned that people are individuals. That live and love means a person is a single unit and life would be better if we knew someone purely as a person sans the fictions and facts circulating, jading.

I have unlearned luxury, fashion and all the ornate bullshit I feed myself with.

My internal organs have probably grown weary, film thinner because of the irrational and slightly excessive alcohol intake. And the other unhealthy intakes for that matter.
But what can I say? I'm 19.
We are young and reckless and restless
love is malabo. love is a vice. love is the highest form of high. love is optional.
But I have a tidbit of everything I want. I've ever wanted. Ever.
Human nature wired us to be eternally discontent.
But for a while in my life
I am fully fully fully satisfied.

It's New Year's Eve later! Yippee!!

Here's a good one.

You are more likely to remember what the other party has told you, even to the point of directly quoting them, than remembering what you tell others.

...

Start of Year 2009 haircut:

I swear it kinda looks better in person.

Life would be better if half-drunk is our default.

Well, if half-drunk is MY default.

My stress level dives steep. I am relaxed and peaceful and fun at the same time.

I am in my perfect vision of high.



Thing is, I'm not even half of half-drunk.




















...


Dearest deary. Ang cute mo. Ahihihihihihi.

Killing time

/Random

1. The perfect pale pink lipstick is perfect. Aside from the fact that A. It's prolly 5 years old and is in need of petroleum before application and B. It looks washed out on pictures.

2. Yet again, I've had the perfect haircut. Pictures someday. In the meantime, love me love me say that you love me.

3. SCHOOL WORK!

4. Gifts for the girlsies, bestfriends, and miscs.

5. Sunday was set for cleaning up. I woke up at 1am, talked on the phone, fixed my brows and hair, then started dressing up. I'm in my anti-fashion fashion outfit while purging these sentiments.

6. I will be writing my newyear's resolution soon. Complete with signature. What better use for my tablet than signing my works eh?

7. The sisters gave me the ultimate. Peacesigns.

8. I need to submit for dapitan. Just trying. Im not expecting much. "Prepare for the worst, hope for the best." foolproof never fails!

9. Social life please. Any parties out there?

Christmas Afterthought

You know the kids are not kids anymore when you can no longer make them play 'the longest line' and 'bring me'. Then again, you know that they can't actually be adults because they give it their best shot at 'hep hep hooray'... which, because of the season, has been altered to 'merry christmas'. Same rules, just different set of words and actions. Either way, adults and non-adults alike give in to playing BINGO because of the 500 php pot money!

I didn't get it.

So this is the first xmas in history I don't get money.


We kids should've played longest line. Now that I'm not that rich (tama lang. steady), I wish we did play the annual longest line. I mean the fact that I lug rolled up tissue around is sure to help anyway.


Whatever. Hahahaha.


Still had a great time.

Required. It's christmas e.

Ang ganda ng sulat ko wow.

to Kimboy

WAG KA NA SAD!

Ang pinakamahalaga hindi ka nasaktan. Diba? Diba? Atsaka wala ka nasagasaan. WAG KA NA MAGDDRIVE NG LASING EVER AH. And andito naman kami e. Kami nila MarloN, RJ, etc. Magpakagoodboy ka nalang, pambawi mo sa nanay mo ah! Wag ka na sad. Paparape kita kay Rhai, para fun.

Mandate Christmas Season Post

Christmas eve later and I'm not looking forward the gifts. Na-uh. I'm looking forward my dad's grilled lamb concoction and all the other great food.

Everyone's been complaining that the christmas spirit is fading away. Scary. Next thing we know (around a century), there wouldn't be any christmases to speak of.

Back to the modern times, I just want to REMIND the whole of the universe that gifts are given to remind someone of yourself. What the? Okay, what I actually meant is, gifts are given to somebody as a part of yourself.

E.g. Aiwa gave everyone something that reminds her of them. She gave me a pair of leopard-print shades, because my (un)trusty ninoyaquino, perfectlyaviator, 700php Aldo shades got dismembered. Yeah, I tried having it fixed... to no avail. POINT IS, Aiwa's giving me animal-print shades to lessen the sorrow. Love love dear.

The thing is, sometimes (usually, always), the person's worth to us is directly proportional to his/her gift's PRICE. Okay, so maybe I'm complaining because I'm not very rich right now. (Not very rich = not broke but NOT VERY RICH).


Gawd, I already had my point through. You do get what I mean, right? Why am I even bothering, I haven't even bought gifts for lots of people yet! Friends, misc (chabbo).


...

Bad case of insomnia.
Again.
And it's christmas eve later.


^Ehem. No I did not just right WRITE a poem. I just press enter a little bit too much. Not that it matters actually.

Reminder

Bago makalimutan ang lahat... here are acad stuff to be done:

1. Ad Design Comics... Render
2. Ad Design Story Board for Insect whatever shit. (research more)
3. Photography Prelims -- FOR YOUR INFO. ANG DAMI NIAN!
Fireworks
Hope in photo
Interpret relationship in photo
Human Interest with Xmas Theme
Street / Market Scene
Marketing Xmas
Out of this world xmas
Metallic Surface
Portrait in candid
Portrait in pose
4. PD Box Design. It sucks. How do I make it work?
5. Ad Prac!!!!!


Sorry. Mood breaker.

...


How do I delete my Multiply blog? Because, as you can see.. IT SUCKS LIKE HELL.

Freedom!

I believe that the on probation rule is already a thing of the past. It is gone and forgotten.

I CAN NOW PARTY.

Yeahuu!!


Invites please.


Fuck. Xmas is two days away.

Tomorrow errand is to get gifts for my sisters. And Tita Luisa, Ate Neng, ang Chabbo.

Fix shades. Save up.

Check up on Xta. Date Bryskitotz. Entertain Pau.


Gift for for friends.

Gift for misc.

:)

Please pray for bombee.
Please.

For Sale

Just helping a friend out.

Size Small for Men
Which means, kasya din sating girls if we want. Yehey. Pero manly e.

For Sale. At the very low price of 600 pesos. Honestly. Astig diba. 650 yan dapat, may tagprice pa. At wala akong tubo jan, wala din cia tubo. I'm not businessy anyway. Just tag or pm or text me when you're interested.

Comparison

Currently listening to a very clear copy of Jesse McCartney songs--from a CD. Thanks RR.


So anyway, this is what 10 pounds difference looks like

Seee!??! See!??


P.S. The second image is hhaawwt. \m/ -mode

...

THE URGE TO SNEAK OUT IS OVERWHELMING.

It's confidential, darling.

Sometimes, when you hurt people, you owe it to them not to apologize. To apologize is to rub it on their faces that you have such a big role and effect. You are giving yourself the importance you do not deserve.

Either way. I'm sorry. Because.



You owe it to me to understand. I hate drama but I seem to be drawn to it.

It's hard to explain. It's confidential, darling.



...


And to You/s.

I am very disappointed.


But life goes on, yes?

Matitiis ba naman kita in the end?

The party's downstairs.

/Emo.



Maligayang Pasko.

Anti-material girl

The Wishlist:


I don't want a lot for christmas
I don't even want you

Maski anung ibigay sakin ok
Solve ako
Maski wala maski meron


I just love yous.

The first and overdue xmas post.

Pasko pasko pasko nanamang muli.

Where are you christmas?

I can't find you because I'm broke, I'm stressed, and I'm worried. And because I've grown up.

Adtu block party tomorrow. Not expecting much. Whatevs. Another no pressure party. Pag di kayo nagsipuntahan bahala kayo sa buhay niyo dahil inaamin ko na bitter ako. Ok?


:(

Still On Probation, even if I can sneak a few drinks here and there. I mean I can go out by daylight anyday as long as I don't go home too late. That's not happening soon. Well, maybe I have to appreciate it. There's always a bright side to everything. The assuring silver lining behind every yadayadawhatever cloud.

I bet my plate will be good. Harharhar.

...


The first xmas gift I got this year was the Unofficial Adtu Girls Notebook as illustrated by Nica herself.

AHLAVET! AHLAVET TO DEATH. You are officially a creative mind.

FIND ME!

...


First TWG Workshop a while ago. I knnooowww my poem got the beating it deserved, it was good critique. Unbiased. Personal. Subjective. General. Yadayada...

Hahaha. Thing is I can get use to it. Yay! I'm strong.


...

I DONT WANT TO MISS ANY PARTIES. Is there even any to miss?

Oh, the Sobs dinner. Will it push through? I wonder.

I'd love it if it does though!

On Probation

I will strictly be following the Cinderella curfew parentally promulgated once upon a time. Well, if they ever let me out, then I swear in the name of my Conchinita Cruz I will be home before the clock strikes 12 for the rest of the year.

Ad5 party rocked. Yeaaah, I know. I went.

I ditched BigBoy's semi-formal-ish socialite-ish ish 500php astoria christmas party for one that isn't my block's own. Next time, dear. Pramis! Sorry talaga I ditched.


Ad2 block party after paskuhan pushing through. Hopefully. Kayo bahala. I am not in proper sanity to make decisions now anyway.

No gifts for anyone yet. Can't even think of things I want for myself.

I am officially sabaw.
Does it matter?



Currently doing the overoveroverdued caricature rendering WHILE waiting for the parentals to go home and give me my second dose of reprimand. My throat hurts. And I am properly groggy.

Masaccio

Friday is plates day.

My spine is aching from the stopping I had to do for my Masaccio knock-off painting. Whi Masaccio of all renaisance artist? Masaccio. Conceit to death. Buwahahaha.


Updates:
/Random
1. Baby thesis. Killing me. In more ways than one.
2. I reaallly can't go to the ad5 party as much as I want to because I need Louie there.
3. I've had three or four old shades fixed. Yay! Brand new second hand shades! <3
4. Lit overload.
5. I hate beer. Please stop making me take beer. No to laki-tyan!
6. I have to pick up the 50 3r developed pics, as well as the perfectest aviators.
7. I have to digital render 1 more caricature and 1 set of comics!
8. I have to submit for tomorrow's EFFING DIFFICULT PD carry-all. How the fucker does that work anyway?
9. Half-way painting Masaccio's Old Man painting, I no longer have energy. I can't stop now, though. The oil paint's is perfectly moist! Perfect for editing and overlaying at the same time.
10. I WANT TO SKIP XMAS. I BARELY HAVE THE TIME AND ENERGY FOR THAT!


I MISS MY FRIENDS. I MISS MY FRIENDS. I WANT TO CRY. I WANT TO WAIL. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO THIS.

Why am I so fuucckiinngg inefficient sometimes?

Oh... and a little bit too spontaneous too.


11. I'm semi-broke.
But I'm not complaining. The last time I did got people into a bit of trouble.

Good Morning.

9:15 am
On a regular thursday morning.


Class starts at 7. I woke up at 8.30. All that despite the new old-school (red and pretty :D) alarm clock I place on my desk for inconvenient access, and the usual mobile phone alarm. Yadayada.

I can't keep this up.

But I'm blogging right now. Wtf?

...

In being late, you have the liberty to dry your hair so it ends up being pretty and lugay worthy, apply the infamous no-makeup makeup properly (which actually just takes 5 mins to execute), eat breakfast, stretch stretch stretch, fix your bed, and bring the proper amount of school stuff.


Stretcy stretchy stretchy. My body's aching. Maybe the fact that I lug around stuff half my body weight contributed to that.


Fuck. My english is so weird this morning. Lit overload!


...


Tidbits from yesterday:
Conchita
Arguellas
Pedro Illustrado
Poetic *insert any word here. ANY*
LaSalle Girl
Ang boyfriend kong di ko mahal.
Ang ma-sendan si orange bag ng sarili niang picture na (fucking) edited.
Pride or unpride


I had dinner alone at 1am in the morning. The sad verity is I'm getting used to it.

I really need to bring my own house keys, since I go home a little too late everyday. Not completely my fault.


9:28... I'm all dressed up. Kinda. Anyhows, KILOS!


P.s. LP later. Ugh. I hate LP. I will be hating LP until I get my painting right.

P

"On Philosophy and Psychology"


Every statement ever stated
Clouds of thoughts envelopes you

You eat the human brain for breakfast
You drink the system of the world like wine
You savor my contemplations and devour them
Then spit them back on your plate of associates

Primo you are my dawn's conscience
Leaving my conclusions scratching for survival each time

Mid'day I wake up thinking
You've licked my mind clean of philosophies.

Primo you have raped my mental complications

Makaranas

Makaranas. hahahahaha


pilit hinihimok ng mapusok na kaisipan
at tinatanaw ng bintana ng katauhan
sutla mong labi, balingkinitang katawan
di mapatid ng karunungan
pinanghahawaka'y tuwid na salamin
sinisipat ang babaeng wari'y nangangamba
tutok sa pagtitig sa sarili
at sa pagtanto ng munting imahe
nadaplis sa iyong kamusmusan
na nagtila hangin sa kapaligiran
isang hamak na diyosa ng karangyaan
saliw sa musika na dumadaloy sa napapatid
waring hakot ang puso at sayo'y hinahatid
astang galak sa pagkakatagpo
nagmimistulang sugat
na hinilom ng pagwawagi mula pagkabigo.



I didn't write that. Ung mga maayos ang network, malalaman kung sino yan. Wooh hanep us!

Balang araw maiintindihan ko din yan!

On me. Now.

Bobo. Nanaman.


...

Kaylangan ko na gumawa ng plates. As in.

Kaylangan matapos ang fashion sketch para makasama ako sa wed... alam mo un, dun sa TWG. Dun sa org na newbie na newbie ako na pinagsisiksikan ko ung sarili ko. Yeah.


Scene from Org... mga twice to thrice per session:
TWG Member: Macci! (with sincere smile and sincere niceness and sincere curiosity na hindi nagpapacute lang.) Anu sinusulat mo?
Macci: Uhhh.. uhhh.. (Adtu, alam nio nung inenterview ako ni Christ look-alike Sir Pro Eth about sa kiss.. ganun katagal na 'uhhhh. umm. uhhh') Pareho eh. Pero mas gusto ko [*insert "Prose" or "Poetry" here. Depende sa mood mo sa minuto na un.*]
TWG Member: Ah. Ayihee. Pabasa!
Macci: Haha. Gusto ko nga mabasa ung sainyo e. Di ko lang alam kung saan hahagilapin.
TWG Member: Sama ka lagi sa workshop.
Macci: (Tunay na tunay na sincerity. Redundant ba?) Promise.

Basta. And nice nilang lahat. So far.
Pero being in a biosphere of quite a number of people... malamang sa malamang... may mga lilitaw na issue every once in a while.

According sa kaibigan kong long hair, meron na naman talaga. Pero does it matter?

At bakit ako nagtatagalog? Kasi naman ewan.

Tama na blog. Kaylangan na magpakaCFAD. Labor labor labor. Brain work with labor plus swertihan sa tamang layout, kulay, sketch etc.

Fight, Mac. Fight!

Random Dears

Instructions:
Find yourself and enjoy.



Dear Miss Perslab

Panghabang buhay na tong LQ natin. As long as we get through it, I don't care. I love you. Happy ako very na natulog ka dito kagabi. Tas we were so swabe lang... na parang ganun talaga tayo mabuhay. Tas masaya tayo.

Alam ko madami akong pagkukulang NA. I know. Perooo, hahah wala. Ok lang e. Wala kang takas sakin


Dear Mami

Thank you sa walang humpay na pagmamahal, paglalambing, at pag-aalaga. Ikaw ang ilaw ng tahanan ko na tinatawag ko na beato.

Dear Tay

The things I do that I ought not to... Hay buhay diba? Gusto ko lng sabihin na sana nandito ka. As in. If you were here, iba lahat ng bagay. Things happen for a reason, I know... pero anu naman ang wishful thinking diba?


Dear Nay

Anjan ka lagi lagi lagi. Maski kelan di mo ko hinusgahan. Ikaw ang taong nagmahal sakin ng buongbuo walang sabit. At mahal din kita ng buong buo.

May mga kasalanan ako, alam ko. Konte lnag and itsybitsy naman. And between the two of us, you're the better friend. *Sniff*.


Dear Mini and Micro

I will not survive without the support, the pagtakip, and the company. And the sizes. You are the bestests and you know it.

If I were given the chance to choose, you are the best choices. Ever.

We are forever. We are blood and bones.

We've never been better.


Dear Geek

Your support keeps me strong. Your company keeps me sane. You always make me feel like I'm not alone. Alam ko na hindi ko nagagawa sayo ung mga nagagawa mo for me. Alam ko na all you ever get from me are the occasional hugs and stupid advices. But if it weren't for your words, I would not be what I am. Whoa. Serioso un hanep.


Dear Happy Pill

I'm happy you're back and you're happy. Very much. I missed you.


Dear Lucky Charm

Without us recognizing it, we changed everything. We became foundations. We became a mutual tandem. You taught me and introduced me stuff I should've known all along. Na life is not all clothes and makeup. That people are actually good people. Huwat?

Basta. Love love.

Dear Disband

We da rakstars. Miss ko na kayo mga kapatid. I. Want. More.


Dear TweeGeee

You made my dreams come true. Parang tanga nga lang ako. Sorry sa ingay. And sa over entuthiasm. We love rogue, we hate twilight. We are true. Looking forward.... sa madami.


Dear Mr. Outlaw

Yip! Kung yung kahapon ay nangyari dahil sa sinabi nia, or kung dahil un sa di mo lng cia trip, I may never know. Di mo nmn to binabasa to e. Nafeel ko na protected akong sobra... na parang little little little girl. Oo. Sa tuloy tuloy na text all withing a 3-minute range, best ever. Dahil ayoko ng mabagal magtext. :) You are the siga of my life. Sana maging 1% girl ka naman. Madami kng ginagawa pa na naaapreciate ko. Astig us. It's been 9 days ulupong ka noh?


Dear Pizza

Hope ka ng world. Happy crush ka namin. Your smiles are like sunshine. Basta ganun...
Naapreciate namin ung kalabit mo etc etc. Tas sasayaw ka bigla. Lol.


Dear Bitchesa

Swerte ko naman sayo. Maski na pakyu ka.


Dear Core

Kulang ang space dito. Madami akong sasabihin.
Conclusion: I love you. And I MISS YOU. And alam ko naman na nagkakaintindihan tayo. Girlies, we are growing up.

I'm sorry to disappoint you. Every now and then. Lalo na ung now. Kesa dun sa Then.

Either way, you're still the true loves, maski na may true loves na kayo.


Dear Exie

I. Am. So. Tired.


Dear ConDar

Hm.

Dear "You"

Hm. Sorry. Could. Not.

-me.








...


Dear Sweetheart,

I am very happy for you.

Push.

The wordless empty box.
I just cant take everything. Haha.

MY HEAD HURTS.

AND MY ATM IS LOST.

...


Hmmm... Nici came over in the middle of the night, just as planned, and I forgot to lock the door. Sneaking around has been becoming more usual then ever. My dad is a man of few words, and when he reprimands, it strikes hard.

"Please be responsible naman."


No more partie for me for a while. Not this week.

I keep on asking for help and people keep giving it to me. "Are you even helping yourself?"


A bit. I'm actually doing plates again now. And next thing I know, I don't get late anymore. Hopefully, rawr. And the nextest thing I know, I'm back in the greatest shape ever.

Well, I'm in a good shape, just not the greatest.

I just need a bit of work.


This, my friends, perhaps, is a plead for help. I am officially announcing that I need a push. I need yous, loves.


It's 1:29, I haven't had dinner, I'm broke and I need sleep. And oh yeah, my head hurts.

Salamat sa inom mga kapatid. Lalo na sa kapatid kong whore, artist, at outlaw. You know who you are loves. :)

Sunshine tomorrow and I'm absorbing every bit of it. Wish I could help.

Wish I could stop bein such a cryptic diarist.

It was Nothing

Eye Opener


You open my eyes
But its too late
Nah, it's not too late
It wasnt mean to start in the first place.


But it was great.
...

Sweetheart, don't mind me.

4:24am

Yipee. Kakauwi ko lang.

I have house keys. Illegal. Promise next time uuwi na ko maayos, legally. Pero had fun xe e.

I WANNA JAM. DEAR BAND, LOVE YOU. Ewan... enjoy kasi e. Maski amateurs. Well, ako oo.


Chep ang ganda ng cam mo! upload as soon as possible!


As always. Undrunk.




What.
Ever.

Today Part2

I had to cut part 1 short to save you, my lovely avid readers, from boredom. But again I go.

Hear hear.


Friday is plate day and unless I'm invited out, I'll be staying home and be all academic. You've no idea how much school work I missed because of what Gel jologz-ly calls "kaka-goodtime".

Well, she isnt't really wroooong, is she?


Nica on the other hand tells me to get God as a boyfriend and start being all goody already.


In other words, people are starting to get concerned.

And I am sooo late in realizing that they are.



The wake-up call?
1. 2 more absences I'm failing Ad Design. (I don't like addes much right now, though.)
3. Some guy who we shall be anonimizing with the penname "Jonh" asked me if life is treating me well enough and why am I not being dragged around by the usual girls I surround myself with.
4. I forgot to count. Tignan niyo ^ walang #2.
5. PD. CFD.

...

I am not turning my PC on til I'm done with work. Some people are sucked in their bed like some scientifically unexplained vortex... and Richard does that to me. I am, have been, always will be, in love with you.

Richard is the crappiest laptop in class. Gel used to have the crappies one, pero hightech na cia ngaun. Me, I'm using the never wading Mr.R.

You know how I see it?

You know how it no longer matters how faded by time mobile phones are? The more vintage-ous (uy imbento term), the better? That's how this laptop is.

Maski na kinakain na cia ng virus, sumusuka na na din cia ng virus, isa isa ng natatanggal mga keys nia sa keyboard, gasgas niya sadya kuno, springy na ung monitor, di na cia sensitive sa usb devices, at madalas na ciang mas sabog pa skin.. MAHAL NA MAHAL KO PA DIN TO. Antique to e.

Today Part1

Friday is now officially plate day.

I woke up at 11am and started working. Cutting, painting, conceptualizing... etc etc the works.


I am still late for everything. Late for CFD. Late for PD. But well, I dont mind the tardy. I just hate submitting crappy works.

Im late for school too every single day. Angels, help. :(


THE PD Plate is pretty. Ok lng. People would possibly like it. A bit impressive. But I don't like it. I did my best, I did. Still, bad composition. Oh well.. atleast the mojo is back.


...


This is the the third night I won't be sleeping. I've been comsuiming salvation (Starbucks Venti Hot Mocha) (uhhh. Pacool o. Sbux pre! lol.) for two night straight. When I asked my mom for another one because ill be pulling an all-nighter, she said "Tangina! Magtimpla na nalang kaya!"

Fine. She didn't really say that... but the content is very similar.


...


Yours truly is strictly an FX girl. But since I waited all morning at E-rod... with a bag weighing half my body mass strapped on me, I've decided to take the jeep. Yeah! After 30 mins I've decided to take the jeep. It was ok. It's morning anyway. And people smell pretty in the am.

Therefore, I've finally made up this practical rule I should've promulgated two years ago to take the jeep if life's being shit transportion-wise.

Attempt #2

I
am
imperfection.

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Personal Assignment: Express how you feel at the very moment in the most poetic fashion you can possibly...uhh.. express.


Brittle nails are painted this orangish red
Feel the keys on these fingertips
No sensation must be left unsaid
Yet these churning thoughts I better keep
Passion is poetry in prose
But stringing words is such a feat
Shallow words are better than those
Empty excerpts I claim as shit.



Interpratation: Hindi ko natulog. Ang cute ng nail polish ko oh! Maski sirasira na. Yipeee! At TWG ako ulit maski bano na ko. At judgemental ako sa ibang writers. Buwahahahhaa.

Alam kong bibitaying yang "poem" ba yan sa TWG.

THOMASIAN WRITER'S GUILD, my friends!

Naaalala niyo ba yun? Naalala niyo ba nung July-August 2006?

Alam kong bibitayin ako dito PERO I DONT CARE.


P.S. Salamat ng sobra kay George and Issa. Gusto ko tawaging ate si Issa kasi parang.. basta feel ko kaylangan. Pero unfair naman kasi 18 palang si Geoerge. WAHHAHAHAHA. Ay 19 na pala pero di kasi nagpainom.


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Dear Nica.

Tangina ang immature kooooo.

Your perslab, Macci.

P.S. Baka pag-inulit ulit ko to maicp mo na mature ko.



OO SABAW AKO. GUTOM NA KO. DI KO PA TAPOS PD! At kung anu anu na plano ko sa buhay ko. Pero nag-enjoy tlga ko sa pagpuyat ngayon.

Alabyulayp. Im just happy.

2:58 am.

I am in the middle of doing my PD plate. 36 hours overdue and 40% executed. I promised myself I wont go online.. but here I am, pouring redundant thoughts.

...

Iba talaga kapag napamahal ka na. Who would've thought?
Blurry noh. Siyempre, alam nio naman na may sense of mystery tong kalokohang blog na to e. Dahil duwag naman talaga ako e.


...

Speaking of duwag. Uh-huh. You are. You always were. :)

Pero anu magagawa ko. Masaya ko e. And okay na e. Hallelujah e.

Besudesm parepareho lng tayo. Duwag. Tao. Emo. Hahahaha.

...

Namiss ko ang magpuyat for a reason, not just because my mind is being abnormally overactive. Starbucks soy-based warm mocha. Definitely not decafenaited.

...

I love you sweetheart ko.

I know I should be writing bit more conscious and professional now because of TWG... more on that on the next post. I am sabaw na.

...

Wag nang makulit.

STUFF TO DO BUKAS

1. CLEAN CLOSET PARANG AWA MO NA
2. START PD PARANG AWA MO NA
3. DO ADDES IN SCHOOL PARANG AWA MO NA

CFAD Week Part 2 (Galit Version)

Excerpt from one of the best writers I know personally. The content, pare.
timestanstill.multiply

"rant (babala puro mura NAKAKATAMAD DIN BASAHIN.) Nov 22, '08 1:42 PM
for Bruce's contacts
tungkol sa cfad.

blablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablabla
blablablablablablablablablablablablablablabla

isang malaking PUTANGINA para sa administrasyon na nagpapalakad sa kolehiyo ng fine arts sa uste.
isang napakalaking WALANG KWENTA ng namumuno sa PUTANGINANG administrasyon na humahawak ngayon sa kolehiyo ng fine arts sa uste.

tangina ng DEAN.
tangina ng putanginang PARI
at isang gitnang daliri para sa lahat ng sumusuporta sakanilang dalawa.

ANG CFAD WEEK AY PARA SA MGA TAO SA CFAD.
KASAMA ANG MGA SUMUSUNOD:

-ANG PINAKAMAHAHALAGANG ESTUDYANTE
-PROPESOR
-MGA STAFF NG KUNG ANO ANONG BRANCH NG CFAD
-JANITOR
-GWARDIYA
-AT KAHIT SINO PA.

ITO AY NAGMIMISTULANG PAMBAWI PARA SA MASASAKLAP NA GABING GUMAGAWA NG PLATE NA PINAPAGAWA NG ISANG PROPESOR NA WALA NAMANG ITINUTURO PERO KUNG MAKAPAGPAGAWA NG PLATE E KALA MO KUNG SINONG NAGLELECTURE NA KAINTI-INTINDI.

ITO AY ENTERTAINMENT, PARA KAHIT ONTING PANAHON MALIMUTAN NAMING MGA ESTUDYANTE YUNG STRESS NA NARARAMDAMAN NAMIN AT YUNG PRESSURE NA IPINAPATONG SA MGA ULO NAMIN.

ANG CFAD WEEK AY PARA SA CFAD. HINDI PARA SA ISANG TAO.
ITO AY PARA SA ATING LAHAT NA MAY KAKAYAHANG BUMUO NG ART.
NA MAY KAKAYAHANG MANGONSEPTO O GUMAWA NG KAKAIBANG BAGAY MULA SA MGA ORDINARYONG BAGAY
ITO AY PARA SA LAHAT.

YUNG NAKASANAYAN NANG CFAD WEEK NUNG MGA OLD STUDENTS YUNG MASAYA, YUNG MADAMING ACTIVITIES, YUNG MADAMING GINAGAWA, YUNG BONGGA, YUNG MAGMIMISTULANG HINDI TOTOO DAHIL NGA CFAD TAYO, AT TAYONG MGA CFAD AY KAKAIBA KUNG MAG ISIP. OUT OF THE BOX PALAGI. KUNG MINSAN OUT OF THIS WORLD.

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kung sino pa yung dapat na nagmumulat at nagtuturo satin kung pano iimprove yung kakayahan nating magisip na gumawa ng mga bagay na kakaiba e, yun pa yung mga taong nagmimistulang mga pabigat sa atin.

nagkandaleche leche yung cfad week dahil sa administrasyon.
eto mga nalaman ko HINDI TO ACCURATE. PAKI TANONG NALANG YUNG MGA NASA SC KUNG TOTOO BA NAKUHA KO LANG TO SA NAPAKAMAPAPAGKATIWALAANG SOURCE:

kaya walang tugtugan nung mga nakaraang araw, na dapat sana kung may kwenta yung cfad week e araw araw from 1pm-9pm may tumutugtog na mga banda galing cfad, e dahil sabi daw ng admin "NONSENSE". TANGINA NILA.

isa pang kaululan.
yung masayang cfad week intramurals, underground, kase di pinayagan ng administrasyon. ANAK NG PUTA TALAGA. pati athletics.

isa pa ulit.
kaya walang booths, o tindahan sa loob ng uste, yung mga nakikita nyong cantonese bla bla, yung binibilhan ng pagkain sa tabi ng pav, yung mga nagbebenta ng kung ano ano sa tabi ng pav. e dahil pinatanggal nung hayop na pari. PARA SAN? ngayon, dahil may kontratang pinirmahan yung mga yun, nagkaroon ng malaking utang yung CFAD SC sa kanila. DAHIL PINATANGGAL NG PARI. TANGINA KA PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH.

di ko na sasabihin pa yung iba, yan nalang. yan kase yung medyo issue e.
MADAMING ACTIVITIES ANG HINDI INAPPROVE NG ADMINISTRATION.

estudyante tayo, may karapatan tayo para sa kaunting kaligayahang nakalaan para sa CFAD WEEK. dahil tayo ay cfad, yun ay ating linggo.

pero bat hinahadlangan ng mga kumag at buwayang mga hayop na yan?
bat nila kailangang pumapel?
bat nila kailangang MANGDIKTA?
BAT KAILANGANG HADLANGAN NG MAPANGDIKTA NILANG MGA GAWAIN YUNG MGA DAPAT SANANG IKINALILIGAYA NATEN?

TANGINA ANG BULOK BULOK NA NGA NG BUILDING E.
BULOK NA UPUAN
BULOK NA PASILIDAD
BULOK NA AIRCON
BULOK NA PROPESOR
BULOK NA MGA LAMESA
MUKANG PUBLIC SA SIKSIKAN NA MGA CLASSROOMS
PATI PAMAMALAKAD BULOK DIN.

ORAS NAAAAAAAAA.

TANGINA NILAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.


REVOLUTION. REVOLUTION. REVOLUTION.

Artistically Emo

3:18am.

Okay. Im not going to sleep. This is what will happen. I'm prepping up for school at 5am, then I'll be at school at 7. I have an hour to kill, which I will probably use for Fashion Design. Im paying nici's 100php! Finally! I hate borrowing money, ugh.

...

My biology is wasted. I popped my first ever ever ever v tonight (im sorry to disappoint you friends and family), buuut turns out I just drunk no-drowse decolgen. So that just means I am now completely wasted. Disorriented. My body will be detoriorating soon.

...

I am in no posession of legal intimacy. It's so poetic that it's quizical. Legal intimacy. Legal intimacy.

You can ask for it, it's just like the Vs... or any other form of drugs. Its something you just have to look for, and if you really want it you'll have it.

That is so not the point, though. The point is I'm still awake at 3:23 and my mind has fearlessly wandered all the options of teen-age life as an artist. It's the art in the mess, chaos, and ruins.

All that and you have to keep your self sane for college. And for your damn no longer squeeky clean, but fortunately clean nonetheless, reputation.

...

Ice Cream is for the heartbroken. Dearest dear dear, I love you. We've always been like this, but we somehow get through stuff. LQ is LQ, but the L in LQ prevails! Woohoo! Hanep!

Olats, pare.. I sound like some potbelly-ed drunkard, I know. But oh well.. richish.

Lol lol lol. This sounds so malisyoso. Huwahahah.

Free.

10 minutes to 1am.


Ranting.


There's nothing to write about.

There's nothing to think about.


...


EVERYONE PLEASE STOP BLOG LEAVING AND ENTERTAIN ME!


...


Dearest. Do you still love me. :( Sorry na. Hanggang ngayon di pa din nagsisink-in. So ayun. Go. Diba? Im sorry. Kausapin mo na ko. -Jr.

CFAD Week

The best of Arcadedrifter.blogspot... well an excerpt of one of the best. You should do more reviews like this, yknow.



"...In other news, Fine Arts week in uni is sucking to high hell. Students blame admin, admin blames students, and every other person is blaming the head of the college (not the dean, let's call him The Rectum.) So, the past head of the college was actually a pretty cool guy, but he passed away, and this new jerk came to power and became The Rectum. Since his establishment, it feels as if he's out to make us unnecessarily miserable; Suddenly throwing major restrictions on what liberties we could take with the uniform(personally, I find being forced to wear dress shoes in a flood-prone area retarded. Otherwise, I'm used to it, I went to a catholic boy's school for fourteen years.), Slowly degrading the fun factor of our fine arts week, and from what I've heard, he's a generally disagreeable piece of crud to most students.

I know I keep bringing this up, but I sincerely thought that The Rectum was trouble ever since he decided to ask that particular professor to 'politely leave'. That was total bullshit, and we all know it. The security guards were causing unnecessary hassle, and I'll admit, Sir's reaction was less than professional, but the fact that The Rectum was willing to let go of talent like that... not to mention, he didn't blink an eye when two more of the professors, good ones at that, left in protest... well, I guessed it wast just going to get worse, and it surely has..."


And yeah.. he writes waaayy better than I do. As always. Read more: arcadedrifter.blogspot.com.

On illness, strength, enigma, and haircuts

6 hours ago I was so fucckingly sick. As in. I can't remember being so pissed off at being sick than that. So that's how being sick feels like.

Growing up lessens the charm of sickness. You used to get pampered up when you're sick, and you get an extra special everything. You don't even have to eat dinner when you're sick.. and you pretend to be sicker than you really are for the sake of sympathy.

Then you grow up. And when you do, being sick means you don't feel well. T_T At all.

...


Sweetheart, what happened to this?

Strength is the ability to make great changes despite the consequences.
Strength is the ability to adapt to changes.
Strength is positive thinking inspite of challenges and difficulties.
Strength is grace under pressure.
Strength is calmness.
Strength is being able to think straight and proper.
Strength is accepting blame and keeping an open mind.
Strength is kindness.
Strength is an outlook that makes things better instead of bleak.
Strength is standing up.
Strength is living under correct principles.
Strength is betterness for others and for yourself.
Strength is finding happiness.

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Remember when I used to post cryptic entries months ago? Well, I can't understand a word of it now. o_O


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HAIR TALK!

I need a haircut. AS IN. AS IN AS IN AS IN AS IN! My hair is in a stage where it needs... a haircut! As in!

BUUUT... I'm waiting 'til december. Mid-december? End of december?

Haircuts can be rather scary, you know. You don't really know what you'll look like when you get out of the salon. Scaaarrryyyy...

Squar root

Just to keep you guys entertained.

Watchy watch!

HUWAHAHAHAH HUWAHAHAHAH HUWAHAHAHA!!

Can't breathe.

Well, actually... nung isang araw ko pa napanuod yan at hindi na siya ganun kaeffectiv.

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Sicky. :(

Again. Told you it's around.

...

So anyway, I've been keeping it quiet but I am involved with some trial band with some guys I know. It's nothing really. I just tried it, and frankly, I enjoy it. Thing is, I kill too much time on the studio just hanging out. I go home too late. My alcohol rate has increased threefold. Fine, it's not really the band's fault... But I just think I won't be pushing through with it anymore. I mean, my vocals suck. I don't think I can actually BE a band girl anyway.

I mean the people are great. They're funny and spontaneous and extremely laidback... there's charm in that. And I get along well with most people... so why not right?

Gawd. I don't even know why I'm ranting here.

On academics, honesty, and relief.

So far, I am sooo behind. Everyone's at the peak of theire works and I'm just starting out. Damn.

Is the DL-power wearing off this quickly. (Oh yeah, it already has.)

Am I doing everything in my power to pull my grades up? Am I, ack ack ack, being mediocre?


Seriously.. help. I need a lot of push right now. Please. I need you to show me that I'm sooo far behind and that I have to start working already.


The perfect solution to DL-dom: Stay home with nothing interesting to do aside from photoshop, sketching, and conceptualizing. Enough socializing, you social climbing bitch! Stay home and remind yourself that life is not all fun and games... Life's more of torturing youreself to work.


Semi-Perfect working situation:
Chatting with plate at hand.
Ipod on and working in class.
Painting while gossiping.
etc etc

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I don't lie. I do my bestest in the world never to lie. To my friends, to my parents, and to myself. Especially the self part, because the best way to fix yourself is to know what to fix anyway. Not that I'm very good at fixing myself. I'm not good with memorizing either, so excuse making is not my forte. Why depend on a fictional statement when you can manipulate the truth without lying.

I, however, do keep secrets. And play pranks. A lot.

But I don't lie.

Disclaimer: As much as I can.

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Closures

That was harsh, I know. And well it's not exactly closure. You're around there roaming and its just over with. I tried other ways, but it nothing works as well as this.

That was perfection to the core. Perfect perfect perfect. Sigh.

And That was x months overdue. Relief. The greatest weight has been liften from my ribs and I can breathe again. And live again.

Post-controversy ish

I am sick.

As Timbay says, it's flu season. It's going around. It's either you're sick, or your seatmate is. A third of the biosphere population is suffering from cough, cold, snottiness, bangag-ness, grouchyness and phlegm.

I don't feel so good.

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Macci: ...Hindi naman kasi ako ung tipo ng tao na masalita e.
World: ULOL!

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Random other people updates:

1. Marina likes RJ. La lala lala la.
2. Nica is still kulot.
3. Bryski is career mode moveiewatching-wise
4. Mel is hard to draw caricature wise
5. Adtu is green for the fashion show. Ugh. Green. I wish we did the stereotype themes instead.
6. Adtu loves Ma'am Nady lectures
7. Bombee is not takda, he is bakla.
8. Geno is very much missed still
9. Pepz does the invites
10. Kit not blogging enough
11. Khan is MIA

Could have been

*Nakalimutan ko na lahat ng dapat isulat*

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90 miles outside chicago can't stop driving, I don't know why...

Someday, when I'm awfully lone...


...

Dear "Mac",

I miss you. Good night.

-You

...

Dear you,

Hugs.

-Me.

...


"*Insert quote I forgot here*"
-Anonymous.



Big kiss. Big hug.


...

Dear you,

Sigh. Hmmm.
Ahdjskhdklsfdsfds.
Im still speechless... as always.

Dead na dead. Lol.


-Me.


...

Dear me,

...Next! It wouldn't have worked. I miss you, dimples. What is time?
-Me.

Missy miss.

To my dearest belovedest FIREFOX,

I missed you so baddy bad. Kissy kiss. Hug hug.
Sigh.

Finally. Back again to the perfect tabs, favorites, search histories, links, speed, etc. No more unavailable sites and uncatchy layouts. Whatevetevetever.

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THE BIRTHDAY BOX HAS ARRIVED!

Can't find the dollars. Found 2 issues of Allure instead. And 3 new pair of chucks. And fancy fakes I'll never wear. You can't have it all.


...

To my lovely friends who knew any history about me... Maybe its not what I attract. Maybe people in general really go psycho when they like someone? Wachathink?


Too too too bad.


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9:32 PM

OMG NATUPAD UNG GREATEST FEAR KO EVER. NA PAPERCUT AKO SA WRIST........... T_T HINDI AKO MAKAHINGA NGAUN. ANG PAPANSIN KO DAHIL BINOBLOG KO PA! SHEEETTT... NAKAKAKILABOT. PAKSHET! GUSTO KO NA UMIYAK. FJSHFKSJHFKSJHKJSDKJSVKBSDGHDSJKBKJSFGHBDFSGa

SMS

I
hate
texting.


You wait for what ranges from 5mins to 15 mins to an hour for a message not more than a hundred characters. The anticipation is awful. And you always have to check your phone for updates.

Then technical misfits (e.g. signal, battery, networks, dysfunctional keypad...)

I know I used to complain that I barely get to text anyone and I just realized why I dont. The fucking anticipation is hell.


Rant mode.

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My worst habit in the world is hitting the snooze button on everything. Waking up. Doing work.

My second worst habit is / has been cutting my hair.

The third worst would be chasing the crush away.

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To Do List

-PD Research: a.size b.design reference
-Photo: (Ad Reproduction) a.Submit ref b.Take photo
-Fashion: (Ways and Means) Make calls for sponsorship
-Ad Des: a.Render b.9 boxes comic strip
-Fashion: 4 figures of sports apparel

-Find 400D charger
-Find your Mocha Pink blusher
-Fix bags
-Buy Jas's stud belt
-Replenish funds (e.g. You are broke do something about it)
-Band record whatevevevs.

11.12

Manong Guard took my ID because I was wearing denim jeans to school. Black semi-denim jeans which didn't use to be a big deal back then...

It isn's to bad really.. since it's always been a bit of an issue and I've never really done anything to legalize my schoolwear. (They said they won't let me in beato wearing those jeans, so I got a new cotton-ish pair from Bench. Sadly, cotton-ish does not count as slacks. Fucker.)

So now.... I guess I'll be actually buying the offial CFAD slacks which may absolutely do nothing for me. :( And what the fuck am I going to do with the previous five pairs I've purchased solely for school use!??!

Oh. And I'm still kinda broke.

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Nica's hair is kulot and she was able to conceal it from us for THREE FUCKING YEARS! And she went around all day showing off her glory of curls.

Then I cut it. Now it's all pretty and layered at the back. Well, hopefully it is... We'll find out after she wash her hair.

Anyhows,:D Yihee. The tandem called Macci and Anypairoffunctionalscissors is on again.


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Pauline's back home and I still haven't talked to her. Sucks. If life were perfect, I'd have brought her to Terrance's on Saturday night. But I have an earlier affair to attend to... so there we go. My bestfriend still don't know my college friends. PAU WHERE ARE YOU?


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Oh and yeah, if life were perfect, I'd have my ID back and I can go to school in my pair of black non-denim/non-slacks jeans.

ASgdsjhsdfk

Since, as it turns out, there's a chance you might be reading this...

Dear you,

Adhfskfhs

-Me.

Control.

Today.
...

You
are
so
gulo.
Wala na. Lol.

...

I need to get myself on the DL-list. Other wise. I'm useless.

...

Renewed.

Moving moving moving

The thing is, my idea of sport is stretching. Uhhuh. And I don't excel in it. I can't even fucking reach my toes without that anguish pain on my tendons. Scratch that. I don't know what tendons are.

Moving on.

Me and my friends got this Friendship Notebooks. 6 miniature-ish notebooks with pretty pretty and expensive looking desighs. Well, despite the classiness, it's still immature to have friendship notebooks. Especially now that we are in our third year of college. AND WE HAVE A FRIEND AGED 20 (uhh.. Gel)!

Mine says "Happy Memorial Sky". Aaaandd.. despite the classiness, the captions are reminiscent of dysfunctional korean dvd subtitle. Don't let me get into the other girl's captions.


Moving on (again).

I want flash for my 400d. I want the flash so that I can use the pretty diffuser! (I am so absolutely lame.)
I want lenses too.



Moving on (FOR THE LAST TIME)

They coined the term "old school" and the world became a better place. Old stuff aren't just "old"... they are "old school". Totally tacky songs from 90s and beyond are oldschool. Shouldpads are old school. The monstrous look I had from my past is old school. And monstrous.

Broke. Not broken. Nor emo.

Confession.

I finally had my bedsheets changed after over 2 months. Or more. I'm not telling.

AND IT FEELS SOO DIVINE!

I know the sheets are not in sync with each other, but wtf. It's so nice to sleep in.

And btw, I'm like totally broke. So broke that I'm in debt. I'm working on raising my allowance, I am, but it's not working very well because I am under parental probation. A.k.a. nagpapagoodshot.

The previous statement follows that I will be having a week-long alcohol fasting. Well, it doesn't start today, mind you. 2nd week of the school year.



So, what's up with me?

1. Under Parental Probation due to going home smelling like smoke and bottle of beers. Not once, not twice, not thrice... get the idea yet?

2. I do not have new clothes. At all. I've been recycling.

3. My insomnia is a wee bit better because I still do the fake yoga before sleeping, and because of the 'divine' bedsheets.

4. I have somewhere to go to tomorrow night, but I have respectively Php-150 and no savings. See the negative sign (-)? I've yet to figure out how to survive school tomorrow! Or go to school at that.

5. I firmly believe that I am undoubtedy kicked out from the DL list and the only way to get my name there is via some divine intervention. Which does not really happen in real life. If I were in some tacky movie or book, I'd find my name there "unexpectedly"... but what am I saying? Life's not perfect... can you see that I'm short. In more ways than one.

6. I think I lost a pound or two. No big deal. Atleast I still look properly malnourished.

7. HOWEVER DUE TO ALL THE MISFORTUNES PRESENTED, I AM PERFECTLY HAPPY. Which is totally weird. And I think the yoga-ish did it!

8. I haven't smoked for x days. Well, that isn't very extreme an event... but the fact that I've been surrounded by my lovely friends who smoke all those x days gives it more meaning than, well, me staying home andnot having a stick in sight. Peer pressure begone.

9. We miss Geno. Correction. WE NEED GENO! This is his idea of the perfect semester. T_T Fashion. Photography. Caricatures. Fashion Show. Fashion. Fashion. Fashion. WHERE ARE YOU? YOU'VE BEEN M-I-A FOREVER! We can't stop thinking about you!!!

Quezon

I'd like to share details.. but its boring. So a game of pictionary will do.

Sched

I might as well as figure out the schedule on my blog for public purposes :)

Monday 7-12 Ad Design
Tuesday 7-12 Photography | 5-9 Package Design
Wednesday 12-4 Fashion
Thursday 7-12 Ad Design | 12-4 Life Painting | 6-9 Ad Prac
Saturday 8-11 Art Ap? | 12-3 Pro Ethics | 3-6 Psychology


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Lalalalalalalalala. Sigh. *Smile*