This is..

..one of the longest two weeks of my life.

Blonde Moment

Being too lazy to carry a few ounces more, I deliberately left a soda can in my car last Friday. Once I got back to the car, I noticed that the can was bigger. It popped and made the front sweet and sticky. It was a waste, but I held myself back from licking the car. Instead, I promised Eddie, the car, that I’ll clean the mess the following day. And so I did. While I was vacuuming, I noticed that the hood latch was gone. So to save me the trouble of trying to figure how to open the hood, I took it to the mechanic. When I got there, here’s what happened:

Him: Okay, here’s the brake. And this is the one for the hood. See?

He went outside to make me look at the partially opened hood, then he came back. Okay, so what else do you need? That open port is for computers. You don’t need that.

Me: Oh okay.Thanks. Ha ha… Bye.

*rushes to the exit.*

from yani.

> 1st time you tried smoking:
4th grade. behind a tree at some empty lot.

> 1st alcoholic drink you had:
Vodka. HI MAMA.

> 1st time you entered a bar:
Can’t remember. My mom took us.

> 1st award you received:
Meanest brat. Nursery.

> 1st hero:
My cousin

> 1st time you were sent to the principal disciplinary actions:
Principal. Hmm. 1st grade. It wasn’t really about misbehaving. My mom was so angry about that fat 79 on my report card. SUBJECT: ART.

> 1st goal you accomplished:
Take the moss green colored pencil from my fat classmate’s hands. I stabbed him with my pencil so I can get his.
> 1st crush:
Paolo Contis? Some dude who doesn’t look as cute as he was before in that TJ Hotdog commercial. I loved kissing him…

> 1st person who gave you flowers:
Judge? Can’t remember. -_-

> 1st friend:
Nursery: Bea Jalbuena and Crystal whoever. Prep: Cam Domingo and the other people.

> 1st real kiss:
Yohoho. Who am I to kiss and tell? Trisha Amparo.

> First album record you bought:
Can’t remember. Never! haha. I don’t buy music.

> 1st song you sang in front of many people:
Lupang Hinirang.

> 1st musical instrument you learned to play:
Recorder and Piano. Can’t remember which came first.

> 1st local & foreign concert you watched:
Retrospect? That wasn’t really a concert though. Southborder, probably.

> 1st celebrity you saw in person:
Don’t give a damn.

> 1st TV show you really like:
Juan at Julia?

> 1st book you bought:
THE BIBLE.

> 1st sleepover:
Can’t remember. Either with at my cousin’s house or at my sister’s friend’s house.

> 1st terrible fight:
Someone wrote me a 3-5 page letter. I didn’t read it. They got angry. Really angry. I cried to my mom. She told me to ignore them some more. haha.

> 1st inaanak (first godchild):
Yra.

> 1st debut attended:
Gox’s.

> 1st bestfriend:
Nica Pe ata.

> 1st wedding you attended:
Can’t remember whose wedding it was. I was the flower girl and I threw a fit.

> 1st person who greeted you on your last bday:
No idea. Myself probably.

> 1st friend in friendster:
WTF?

> 1st cellphone:
Nokia 5510?

> 1st cellphone ringtone:
teet-teeet teeet-teeet

> 1st collection:
Bindi, stamps, and curly hair. just kidding.

> 1st tym u saw a ghost?
4th grade.

> 1st rollercoaster ride:
Some park inside Galle.

> 1st ambition:
To be a doctor!! mami mami gusto ko yumaman!

> 1st thing u bought w/ ur 1st salary?
gas. $56. boo.

> 1st solution to ur current problem?
What problem?:)

Again.

If you want to go to Heaven, please don’t shove people’s butts to go with you. Your self-righteous actions have long compelled me to compromise my faith with the anger you’ve caused. I am not blaming you for my own actions, but I’m deeming you responsible for your own. It’s hard to believe that you say very moral things yet you do otherwise. I hope you go to Heaven.

Warming.

What’s better: the coconut tree that adapts to the weather or the balete tree that gives you shade?

Listen to Mother Nature. Bow to her, or you snap.

And don’t blame her if acid rain falls upon your monuments yet you feed her your dirt.

Ho!

Hiphop Abs, anyone? Wahaha. It feels like this is one big joke that the world is slapping on me. I tried it yesterday, and it felt good. Oversleeping didn’t help, though. My butt and whole back hurt. Anyway..

Someone told me to say yes to every guy who asks me out. I told him I’m no whore. Basically, it’s the girl’s choice whether she wants to go out or not. It’s not just a way to secure her future from growing old into a spinster, but it’s also a way to protect herself. Now I agree with what my highschool teachers taught us — your power is the power to say no. Dear, if you just understand that hookups are no way to create good relationships because they only want you for one thing, then you’ll probably have a better chance in getting the good ones who won’t leave you a minute after you give them heaven..or hell. Be no man-ho, please.

Resolution.

“Ah so hifhop ka na pala ngayon?” “Oo. Parang ang saya ko lagi pag nakikinig ako non eh” “AKO RIN! HAHAHA”

So did you guys hear about how mainstreamers are helping  Emo people down in some country in South America? Emos are being condemned to hello on earth because they’re known to be so depressed and suicidal. Why not help them out?

I got that from a friend, and while I was comprehending each syllable, the only thing I could think about was that I’m so glad I’m not too down these days. In fact, I’ve been trying to make the most of my time at home. It’s one of the very dragging Thursdays where I’ve got nothing to do but stare at that Five Or More game in Ubuntu. I should have gone to school to study (or walk around and talk about random things) but laziness got the better half of the day. At least I did the laundry and cleaned my jungle of a closet. It has been a while since this page got some vitamin blog. I feel like I’m making you drool on the keyboard from falling asleep due to the utter boredom. I need practice. Hehe.

So, the project I worked so hard on for two weeks got a borderline B+/A. I don’t think my effort is even reaching the standards I used to have way before procrastination, laziness and mediocrity were in my vocabulary.  Speaking of school, I posted all the formal graduation pictures in my multiply. I hope Sixtreme likes them. Heh. We all had espasol slash pang kabaong faces. Hopefully the school would not make the same mistake in choosing that photo company. Haha.

Ahh. High school. The time of my life when I learned that the world is not flat - it’s not even round. The past is still my general justification to my current actions and attitudes. Maybe the future can help, but that’s very unpredictable compared to what had already passed. I just hope this gets better - like getting a call back or making pastillas de leche in the middle of the night.