Entries for February, 2007
| February 4, 2007 |
deathcabforcutie |
breathe
I need to watch the feel-good-film of the century, whatever it is.
I so appreciate the various distractions prom offered, even the interesting belly dancers that came with it. Regine Guevara, you did a marvelous job.
It's just that I let my personal problems get in the way.
Don't worry, Francisco. You were great.
Watched "Night at the Museum" with Dianne, Rej, and Steph a while ago. Predicted most of the things that were coming. You're the best, Dianne! Therese and Deane, ang cool niyo din kasama. 
I've shimmied through the weirdness of my mp3s for half an hour now and still couldn't find a song of half as much grandeur as "A Passionate Shepherd to His Love," before giving in to finish my Geometry homework. Most songs these days just cut off at "I love you," and never get on to where the commitment starts. Such is the world these days, too. People hook up, get married, and realize that they'd rather not live with the same last names. They file for divorce and find each other useful for certain needs instead.
I hate being cynical. Oh, where is the love.
For my own good, I would like to say my heart's finally sure. I'm back to square one. Back to singing "Love Song for No One". I'm free. I no longer feel pain.
I no longer feel.
But somehow, nothing doesn't feel as good as it looked on the other side.
And I had a dream
I stood beneath an orange sky
With my sister standing by
With my sister standing by
I said Sister, here is what I know now
Here is what I know now
Goes like this..
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love, my salvation lies
In your love, in your love, in your love
But sister you know I’m so weary
And you know sister
My hearts been broken
Sometimes, sometimes
My mind is too strong to carry on
Too strong to carry on
When I am alone
When I’ve thrown off the weight of this crazy stone
When I've lost all care for the things I own
That's when I miss you, that's when I miss you, that's when I miss you
You who are my home
You who are my home
P.S. You can start asking about prom when I'm about... fifty-nine. And I finally cut my nails.
currently feeling nothing
| deathcabforcutie roadkilled at 05:34 AM |
| February 5, 2007 |
 deathcabforcutie |
oh damn
It's crazy how I think of you when the moment doesn't call for it.
Ohhh damn it all.
currently listening to the night will go as follows - spill canvas
currently reading world war 1 on perry
currently feeling nervous
| deathcabforcutie roadkilled at 05:22 AM |
| February 6, 2007 |
 deathcabforcutie |
when your muse is somewhere in the bahamas
How is it humanely possible to be so out of words when you need them the most?
I think its a shame people can't call on inspiration like you would a dog.
Or be able to dispense of it with the convenience of a light switch.
Okay I'm typing completely impromptu. I don't know what the heck I'm trying to get at.
~~~~~
An episode of Lizzie Mcguire got me thinking one day.
Apparently, she's got an inborn talent for rhythmic gymnastics and was talked into joining a competition which she historically won.
Elvis-king-of-rock-and-roll, was I fuming with the whole set-up. Do you know how many years it takes for one to be able to compete in such an event? And with even such talent just lying sedate in her for all that time, she couldn't have learned all the tricks in the industry in time to WIN FIRST PLACE! It takes training since childhood to have any semblance of skill, the girls around her were light years more experienced, Coach Kelly's exercises were completely inappropriate - she isn't even that flexible! And her routine bored the hell out of -
You get the point.
But the show's inaccuracy isn't what I'm here to rant about. Lizzie told her parents after the competition that she wished to drop out from the sport. "But you're so good at it!" says Mrs. Mcguire. "But I want to work hard at something I love to do, rather than keep going for something I don't," reasons Lizzie. Something like that.
God gives her a talent she's impossibly good at, and she disses it? I respect her decision and all, but suppose rhythmic gymnastics wasn't so "geeky" and suppose she only said she hated it because she was lazy and underachieving?
Okay, I might not be Lizzie Mcguire's number one fan, but I'm quite the skeptical one when it comes to matters like making decisions.
I hate ballet and its hold on my mind. Damn it.
~~~~~
If you think I'm an airhead, say "aye!!!"
currently listening to best of both worlds - hannah montanahahahaha
currently feeling burp
| deathcabforcutie roadkilled at 06:14 AM |
| February 8, 2007 |
deathcabforcutie |
welcome to hollyweird!
Announcement:
A while ago, I spat on SARA ANDREA DE GUZMAN!
Hahahaha. Sorry Sara! Oo sige ivvote na kita.
An I'm weareng my new retainersh.
currently watching 'merican ayddle
currently feeling lazy
| deathcabforcutie roadkilled at 06:14 AM |
| February 14, 2007 |
deathcabforcutie |
long, sleepless nights
this is a favorite post.
I hate Valentine's day. (yes, it's possible for the rest of us)
I hate the greetings.
I hate seeing red and pink meshed into this clashing color scheme dotting my perception all day long.
I hate that I am a candidate for SAD, and that people keep reminding me so.
I hate that my own brother, younger by three years, has a valentine.
And I hate that it had to fall on this day. The day after 18 hours of non-stop radiation exposure seated in front of the computer and wrestling over the History VidProd. 18 hours!! As in absent na ako nung day before hindi ko pa matapos tapos!
Damn it, timing isn't one of your stronger amenities, year 2007.
(to my valentine: some of this stuff may actually be harsh and insensitive, but all that was just when I was moody and depressed )
I wasn't much into the whole exchanging of gifts thing. I thought of it as an excuse for everyone to have something, even if it was a forced effort to provide that something so last minute.
So as I walked into the classroom and saw this heart-shaped token with a note saying all the words you could possibly say on Valentine's, wala lang.
And then, I had to face a big whallop from a frying pan called "Chem" (don't know where I got that) on 2nd period.
But then, I see this little thing on my table. A knick knacks crispy wafer being sweet and unassuming, with a post it with all the reassurances I could ever need on a cloudy day.
Nakakalungkot lang kasi nawala yung post it niya. 
huhu. Yun pa naman yung nagpaganda ng araw ko. Anyway, I'm pretty sure it wasn't from "my valentine" coz the handwriting was different. I think, haha.
Thank you Steph Tan, Dianne Duque, Alyssa Flores, and the unnamed individual who showed me that not everyone is intent on their own happiness. Today, you gave me mine. Nakoooooooo.
And to my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling - Valentine? Nyee. Isa ka ata sa apat na nagbigay ng letters sakin. Thank you for showing me your true, and genuine concern and for giving me different and tearfully insightful V-day this year. Really.
Bianca and I got both questions right on the quiz bee! (for remembrance: science - what do you call the horizontal rows on the periodic table of elements? math: sin 390 degrees)
Gusto niyong makita yung kanta namin kay Momma Vivs? (Ms. Sarenas)
*NOT SURE OF THE TITLE*
Lyrics and Melody by: the III-1 MACers and Amanda de Pano
June 13th, such a gloomy day
Though we had to smile anyway
We got the wrong first impression
Now we've got such affection
You showed us genuine care
Now, our souls we bare
Chorus:
Thank you for the love that you give
Thank you for this life that we live
And now we walk our path with you
Once unfamiliar, now clear and true
Thank you for the things that you teach
For making the world's past in our reach
For making our sweetest ride second to none
For being our mother, sincerely... III-1.
Times are hard, but you stand close
You save us from the things we hate most
We used to be good, but now we're better
We're united, you and us together
Chorus:
Thank you for the love that you give
Thank you for this life that we live
And now we walk our path with you
Once unfamiliar, now clear and true
Thank you for the things that you teach
For making the world's past in our reach
For making our sweetest ride second to none
For being our mother, sincerely... III-1.
You can just imagine the tears streaming down her face...
No. Hindi talaga.
currently reading ww2 on perry
| deathcabforcutie roadkilled at 07:21 AM |
| February 18, 2007 |
 deathcabforcutie |
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Haha hahahahahahahahahaha haHAAAAhahahahahahahaha HAAAAAAAAAAAahahahahahahahahahAHAHAhahahahahah hahahahaHAhahahAhahahahahaha.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahahahahahahahahahaha HAhahahahahahahawhohahahahahahahaha-ack-hahahahahahahahahaha.
AhahahaHA!
I need to study, now.
currently feeling hopeless
| deathcabforcutie roadkilled at 05:32 AM |
| February 20, 2007 |
 deathcabforcutie |
living the high life
I've got everything I need.
Except someone to convince me so. I've only got T-dog to hug me to sleep, tonight (rather, to hug to sleep, tonight. T-dog is the adorable stuffed puppy Therese got me for Valentine's. T, both for Therese and The, coz it says "The Dog" on his tag. Okay moving on).
And no, this isn't *correction* one of those "ohh I'm terribly single and unloved" moments.
Some of us have the reason to feel lonely at times, that's all.
~~~~~
I'm afraid.
It's official.
I've told two people, which makes it about a quarter of the world for me who knows what it is I've been keeping to myself for so long.
IKAW, yung kasama ko kaninang hapon, you know what I mean. And I swear on Hitler's grave (huh) that if this gets out between the three of us (whether your fault, or Rej's, or mine), I am going to get the hell out of the country. Exagg, but, it's reason enough for me to go abroad, anyway.
Alright shut up now, Dannie.
~~~~~
I saw Edu Manzano in person, yesterday!!!!!!!!!!!
I swear, if he weren't more than 30 years my senior, I would so hit on him!!!!
Oo na, pero ang POGI niya talaga! I know I'd spread the "good news" to practically everyone I came across to after the Piracy talk, but I literally couldn't stop smiling the minute he stepped into the room.
Aaaaaaahhhhh PapaEduMachodaddypie.
Now, at least, for every moment the desktop lights up on the TV monitor, I would see his gwapito face smiling down on me... and the rest of the class with the same infatuation.
I now denounce piracy! Let it be known to all the world!
currently listening to follow through - gavin degraw
currently feeling EWAN
| deathcabforcutie roadkilled at 04:57 AM |
| February 21, 2007 |
deathcabforcutie |
it's late. again.
Do you know what makes me cry?
As an avid reader of the "'You' Entries World Champion" and the inspiration of all Emo Geeks of the planet (oo natutuwa ka noh? ), here's my top 10, not in any order I know of:
1. Ulcers.
2. Report Cards.
3. Boils (during the rare instances I had them).
4. Onions.
5. Chemistry.
6. Tuesdays (kasi double period ang Chemistry).
7. Root Canals.
8. The death of Pope John Paul II.
9. One Tree Hill.
And what I believe as the frontrunner of all that makes me miserable:
10. Trigonometry.
Sabi ni Reyna Josephine kay Monique kanina,
"Ang pagmamahal, masakit diba? Parang lahat ng bigat ng mundo ay nasa sayo at gugustuhin mo nang sumuko... Ngunit kung itatakwil mo naman ito ay napakalamig ng buhay, parang walang saysay ito."
Okay so hindi yan yung saktong dialogue nila pero nagbukas parin yung mata ko.
May rason kung ba't hindi kita mabitiwan.
currently listening to 7 years - saosin
currently feeling low
| deathcabforcutie roadkilled at 09:05 AM |
| February 22, 2007 |
deathcabforcutie |
the sleepless (my future interpretative dance group name)
When the snow-capped peaks,
And the bamboo sprouts,
The sky with all its regal hues
Have all been laid out;
At the end of the day,
There's nothing else to do,
But slather all that paint on your face,
Strike a pose, and say "boo!"
My painfully "high-end" camera's just too cool for its own memory card, so I had to borrow my dad's webcam for a while. Anyway, I finished my THE project just minutes ago, and now I couldn't put all the extra paint into better use, so Marcel and I went along and pretended to be cannibals rumbling about the house.
That's it. I really need to be picky about who I hang with.
currently watching american idol
currently feeling ubo
| deathcabforcutie roadkilled at 06:10 AM |