October 30, 2003
my asthma has been acting up because of my cough. i had this freaky attack three days ago. updates on yesterday:
+ mm, mica and i had lunch in galleria
+ mica and i picked up our grad pix. i look terrible *sob*
+ went back to school and cought left of center... delbert, roberto and co. chatted with them.
roberto: hey, you used to have short hair!
me: yeah..
roberto: you look sooo different. super!
ouch! reminds why rica and i call him silvertoes. damn fudgepacker.
delbert: you have to watch our show
me: yeah, when is it?
delbert: (shows me his plc letter and points) um... this one.
me: when's that?
delbert: when's your variety show?
me: well there's two, friday and saturday.
delbert: (hits roberto) uy, kailan ang show? friday? saturday?
roberto: friday ata
delbert: friday.
right. if you're going to invite someone to your show, the least you can do is know when it is. but i'm not being critical. at least he recognized me first and was really nice. hmph.
+ tried the macchiato in starbucks. terrible. grace and jackie had the right idea by not ordering cold drinks from starbucks.
+ csi: poveda. rocks. i got left behind by my dad since i was late coming out! i was told to walk home. i thought i was going to have a heart attack! no way could i walk home with my asthma condition. i'll just collapse! luckily, i was able to hitch a ride with rina.
+ doom's night is tonight. i somehow have to find a dress for cruella de ville.
broke another heart at 08:12
October 25, 2003
i just spent an exhausting six hours at habitat for humanity. i don't know how they expected us to get up at 6 in the freaking morning after we all get home past midnight because of that damn soiree last night. So I woke up late, as usual. at 630 my maid knocks and i'm like, oh god, gotta run.
me, mil, joey and prit had the best time talking about punkd on the way to taguig. joey's car is the best. i don't know how she leaves that car when she goes to school the morning. i could never exchange the comfort of that starex with poveda. you'd have to drag me kicking and screaming, to say the least.
it's insane. we poured cement into these little holes under the blistering sun. i felt like a blue collar man most of the time. i never appreciated secret until today. it's the only thing that kept me from smelling like a man too. the worst part is, i enjoyed it. i think that little activity was a metaphor of my life. i was filling the void in my life with a sense of purpose. gave me a sense of accomplishment actually. sad, maybe it's just the heat. speaking of which, i have tan lines for the first time in my life. palawan, boracay, hawaii, the gold coast, the costa del sol, the freakin' mediterranean couldn't break me. well habitat did. as pauline says, habitat prevents us from being human. for awhile there, we were in subhuman conditions.
the brent guys were hilarious. the brent girls were a different story. some of them were wearing shorts that showed half their asses. avril had her navel hanging out. i mean, this is not exactly the place to go wearing this sort of thing. normally, i don't care but there was this bitch with a superiority complex was talking to us like we were idiots and i'm pissed. She had to translate everything she said into filipino after she was done, like we couldn't speak english. Just because she's from brent? big freakin' deal. i don't give a rat's ass where she's from. i honestly felt like trash after the whole event but you know what, it was a good bonding experience. i feel closer to unit 2 now. let's go seniors!
UA&P exams tomorrow. will not study. i promise. i shall appeal to their materialism and innate snobbishness. will talk more about this with marimil tomorrow.
broke another heart at 18:37
October 24, 2003
i am a genius. after searching 7 people searches, 4 possible alumni lists of highschools in hawaii, birth databases, dmv records, google, and trying over 200 names i finally found his last name two days ago. i am either a genius or a spy. i am the sydney bristow of the RP. congratulate me. his name is de\/en sakam0t0. i guess his dad was japanese, since he told me his dad was japanese and his mom was white. his companion in the picture is kr!sten r0ss. she's a model. pfft. his other friend, who is incredibly cute is... jam!e aka "$mak dad" tamash!ro, who is half hawaiian, half japanese. i'm contemplating making him my friend. hmm...
what to wear to the soiree tonight? maybe i'll go shopping with camila. i'm in the mood to celebrate my genius.
broke another heart at 12:50
October 13, 2003
sounds familiar?
This is one of the mornings after another
sleepless night that I cannot help not ask
myself, why didn't I have a good night sleep
again? Then I would just joke myself and answer
it with, maybe someone's been thinking of me all
night... hahaha!
Jokes are always half-meant, a friend said once.
And maybe... just maybe, behind that joke,
there's this wishful thinking that someone has
really been thinking of me. Then the memory of
someone from the past would, again, bounce in my
head... disturb my sanity and make my day half-
miserable.
What if he's thinking about me? What if he still
loves me? It's just another imagination, I know.
Another day of what if's and maybe's.
For the nth time, I've told myself that when it's
over, it's really over! There's no sense turning
back or even trying to pick up the pieces again.
It's time to move on and face the reality!
When it's over, is it really over?
When you decide to let go, do you really succeed
in letting go?
I just heard the song of Sugar Ray a while ago.
Here's the few lines that caught my attention:
When it's over, That's the time I fall in love
again...
When it's over, That's the time you're in my
heart again...
How can you possibly say it's over when you're
still in love with the person you said you were
over with already? I guess it's not that easy
when the chain of the past locks you in the chest
of false hopes and leads you to a place called
fantasy with Cinderella and Snow white as your
best friends! The three of you would gather on
the hilltop and after a while three young drop-
dead gorgeous princes would come riding on their
horses to join the picnic under a three.
How pathetic! But, admit it or not, it's true...
The hardest part of losing a loved one is to
accept the fact that they're gone and might never
come back again. There are things that will
always remind you of your togetherness... the
places you've been, his or her favorite food you
used to cook for him or her, expressions you used
to hear from him or her and songs you've both
loved to sing.
These are the memories that'd linger on your mind
from time to time. Because you were both in love
before (or so you think), it makes you hope for
another chance.
You begin to believe on what others said that
love is lovelier the second time around and the
line from Ally McBeal, "whoever said that 'plenty
of fish in the sea' thing is lying. Sometimes,
there's only one... trust me."
We would desperately believe that what happens in
the movies might also happen to us one day.
Who didn't like the lines from the movie "Runaway
Bride" where Julia Roberts told Richard Gere, "I
guarantee that we'll have tough time; I guarantee
that in some point, one of us would want to get
out; I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to
be mine, I'll regret this for the rest of my
life, 'coz I know in my heart... you're the only
one for me."
We tend to think that the person who left us will
come back one day and say those words, or just
simple words but would promise forever. Problems
may occur every now and then, but we would
consider those things as trials to be conquered
in order for the relationship to bloom and
mature.
Oouucchh! Reality just bit me!
More often than not, these romantic movies and
mushy love songs only make us long for something
we cannot have... and for someone who cannot be
ours again. It hurts to admit that we are just
pretending. All the while, we already knew the
truth but we ignore it. When the damage is done,
there's nothing left to do but cry... to mourn
for the bitterness in our hearts. Then curse
anybody who gets in the way.
As long as we still hold on to the past, the
chance of meeting someone new may be a bit far
off the field.
The fear of trusting and falling in love again
may also hinder us to grow and move on. We are
hesitant to take the risk, afraid that we may get
hurt again. Because of the negative thoughts
stocked in our brains, we refuse to go out from
our self-made world and deprive ourselves from
new opportunities, whether in love affairs or
career wise.
Let's face it! Betrayal can be anywhere and
anyone can be a victim. The worst part is when
the one we truly, madly and deeply love is the
one who will betray us in the end. Then we are
left with nothing but a broken heart and wounded
pride. Sad... but true.
Reality check please...
It can happen to anyone but we shouldn't just
take things as it comes. An action must be done.
We should take care of ourselves from the hungry
wolves in the jungle. It's just a matter of
survival. Stand up when you fall.
It's okay to cry as hard and as long as you want
to, just make sure that when you stop crying, you
won't cry for the same reason anymore. Learn and
live. Love is the most wonderful thing one can
offer, so be smart enough to give the love in
your heart to the one who really deserves it..
broke another heart at 18:33
October 11, 2003
tap... tap... tap...
i hate friendster... it's been screwing around for the past week. i've been waiting for the past THREE DAYS for him to reply.. sigh... friendster is dumb. it's for bored people who like to poke their noses into other people's business. i swear.
why hasn't he replied yet???
tap... tap... tap...
broke another heart at 20:10
October 08, 2003
he just replied.
THREE times.
i'm in bliss..
October 7, 2003 11:46 PM
No, sorry you got the wrong person.
Just kidding, what a small world huh. No wonder
you wanted your computer back so fast, so you
could get on friendster. So are you back in
school now? Sucks huh. I can't believe my
picture just happened to pop up on your thing.
what coincidence!
broke another heart at 18:37
October 06, 2003
after days and days of searching, i finally found him last saturday. after agonizing for days, after checking all of his 106 friends and going through their testimonials, i finally sent him a message a little over an hour ago. just to find this on his profile:
About Me: If you don't know me by nowwwww, you will never never never know me....
i think i have lost my only chance to get to know this beautiful man. the worst part is i'll never know the answer. what is his last name..
broke another heart at 19:35
October 03, 2003
Stacy's Mom
Fountains of Wayne
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
Stacy, can i come over after school? (after school)
We can hang around by the pool (hng by the pool)
Did your mom get back from her business trip? (business trip)
Is she there, or is she trying to give me the slip? (give me the slip)
You know, I'm not the little boy that I used to be
I'm all grown up now, baby can't you see
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
She's all I want and I;ve waited for so long
Stacy, can't you see you're just not the girl for me
I know it might be wrong but I'm in love with Stacy's mom
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
Stacy, do you remember when I mowed your lawn? (mowed your lawn)
Your mom came out with just a towel on (towel on)
I could tell she liked me from the way she stared
And the way she said, "You missed a spot over there"
And I know that you think it's just a fantasy
But since your dad walked out, your mom could use a guy like me
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
She's all I want, and I've waited so long
Stacy, can't you see you're just not the girl for me
I know it might be wrong,
but I'm in love with Stacy's mom
this song has been stuck in my head since i got back from the states. love it. love it. love it.
broke another heart at 17:14
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