My gosh. I found the posts sooo funny. Was that really me? Did I think about the words I used when I wrote the posts, or they just popped into my head? It's insane. Ü
Here is one from my first blog. Click here to see the journal itself:
If my memory serves me right,mom and dad are arranging their Memorial Plans
right now.They're buying a land on some memorial garden.My goodness.What they're doing makes me scared. :(
I was looking at MCR's Helena video last night with the use of the internet.Kyle and I enjoyed it.I'm totally crushing on Gerard Way!!!(Middle of the picture.He may look as if he have risen from the dead,but I tell you,he's handsome!!:D)
Haha. That's not really funny.
But here are the posts from another one of my blogs. To check the journal, click here.
You know what? I'm being linked with our Editor-in-Chief, who is also a girl!!! Oh man. I'm mortified! Why spread such gossip? I'm very protective of my image, and I don't want such talk to affect my reputation. I value myself a tad too much. Haha. (And besides, I'd rather be linked with Brandon Routh. Duh.)
Another...
Q: Kring, it's been a long time since you last posted. How was the UPCAT?
A: It was... (stares at the ceiling) a test... er...
Q: How did it go?
A: I found reading easy. English was average, but the time pressure was toooo much. I mean, HELLO? 85 questions in 50 minutes? So that is, like, 0.588 seconds per question!
Q: Nice math.
A: Don't even get me started on math. I hate math. I failed geometry on my junior year. I got a 74. And science? I only studied biology and earth science, since eveyone's telling me that it composes 50% of the questions. Little did I know that the
other 50% was made up of CHEMISTRY and chemistry only!8g4ehvwou9aqfja9hg...!
Q: Oh, man. So you must fail the test, don't you-
A: Shut up!
Q: Okay, okay. Fssh. How did this week go?
A: As boring as ever. I borrowed a book from the library. The title is Kappa and the author is Ryunosuke Akutagawa. I was curious because he wrote it shortly before he
commited suicide.
Q: Wow, must be good, I guess.
A: Yup. It's actually like a children's story, but when you delve deep into it you'll
understand that Akutagawa made it from his disgust with many things.
Q: Okay, okay. How about life with your classmates?
A: They're fine so far. I just hate the fact that we're divided. I mean, as early as now there's a sort of grouping in our class, and I don't like it.
Q: I heard your retreat's approaching...
A: Yeah. I need a palanca from everyone. Give it to me, people, on or before August 16.
Q: Can I give you one?
A: Sure. It has to have meaning and substance, alright? I require those.
Q: Whatever. Hey... aren't you supposed to be studying?
A: Psssht. Who cares? We're having our periodicals in English, Computer, and Advanced Algebra tomorrow. And I'm too lazy to care. But I might study later.
Q: What if you fail?
A: I won't fail, alright? Have faith in me.
Q: How's life after the "can't believe that I'm a fool again" scenario?
A: It's normal so far. I'm just hoping never to be abused again. I hate it. It's as if
I'm a puppet.
Q: I do hope for the best.
A: Okay. I better go. As you said, I need to, EHEM, study.
Q: I have some more questions!
A: Next time, next time. I know I'm being celebrated, but a celebrity needs to-
Q: Actually, you could go now. Thanks anyway.
LMAO. xD Another:
Alrighty, I'm in a hurry (only 30 mins of internet access granted by my luverly
mother!Huhu.), so I'll make this one as informative as possible.
Lyka, Shan, and I are going to a party ("soiree", as they call it) tomorrow!! The
sections of St. Milburga and St. John are going to mingle and everything. I don't know if I should be excited, scared or what. I mean, Dian and I have this traumatic experience with Maristians, particularly with someone we prefer to call "Vampire".
Speaking of "Vampire", we (Lyka, kada, and I) saw him a while ago at S'mall! Whoa. He really looks like a vampire. His sophomore cousin, a Scholastican, looks like a "Kapre". Family of Aswangs, I know.
I'm really happy with how my acting in English turned out. I'm Madame Ludmilla, a
strict, pure, germless nun who locks students in a closet. Socorro, "I", Madame Ludmilla, and the mother of "I" are in a talk show (with hosts Mish and Escy) and are interviewed. I think I did a great job! Yahoo!
Sorry for the typo's!! I'm so in a hurry that I can't even put a picture of a Kapre or a
Vampire!
LOLLL. Ü Last one. You have to read this. It's alright if you don't read the others as long as you read this:
Have you ever been caught crushing on your crush BY YOUR CRUSH?! It's the most stupid stupid humiliating thing that has happened to me!! (Aside from being slapped crossly on the face in the midst of our dramatic play, which was SO not included in the script.)
To those whom I haven't told about this yet (which is, maybe, only a quarter of our school's student body) ,let me again narrate the cuento:
I was in the car, going to Filinvest, when my crush (whom we will call Kapor) texted me. I got all tingly inside; my first impulse was to text a friend of mine, Ceejai. She knows I'm going nuts over Kapor, so I sent her a text message which says, "cj!ktxt q c ***!kiliiiiig!!(: haha!" I waited for Ceejai's reply. Minutes flew. Nothing. It was then that something dawned upon me, you know what. So, with much suspense, I looked at the Sent Items folder.
I sent the text message to Kapor!!
'This CAN'T be happening,' I nervously told myself, 'It's my first time to text Kapor and I'm leaked!! Oh, what a GREAT way to give a first impression.'
Heart painful and face flushed, I texted Kapor. It went this way:
Me: 'cj!ktxt q c ***!kiliiiiig!(: haha! <-- shoot ***!ntnggap mu yan?(:'Kapor: '(:'Me:'anqt mu xe eh!kea nkka klig!(: [oh wag lmke ulo!]'And to make things much, much worse, I recieved this reply:
'Hi!(: ksma nmin c *** ngaun, kwawa nga eh, inaantok! Anu name mu?(: Hi!kkda q c ***, anu section mu?(: grbe nkktawa c ***! Hi, classmate ako ni ***, anu club mo?(: ansaia kasama ni ***!" It only meant one thing: Kapor wasn't alone. And it wasn't only her that read my messages. EMBARRASSING!!!
I don't want to give the full details of what happened after that, I'll summarize: I called two of my buddies, face undeniably flushed, and told them everything. I wanted to cry out of humiliation. I texted buddies and told them, too.
Augh, I could die. Why didn't I die? Should've roasted myself alive.
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Monday, February 6, 2006
No classes!!
Wished it was the end of the month so as not to see the Seniors, including Kapor, ever again.
***
Tuesday, February 7, 2006
Seriously thought of not going outside the class room (during break time) so that Kapor and her friends would NOT see me.
Went down on lunch time, and my clique kept shouting her name in all four directions. And to think that the Seniors' eating area was just right in front of ours. Sigh.
Half the class knew of my story.
Why am I making such a big deal out of this?!
***
Wednesday, February 8, 2006
Morning, Dian told me that Kapor will treat her to food since she got the right guess of whom Kapor romantically loved.
Seriously thought of hiding in the class room for the whole day.
I did hide in the class room for the whole day.
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I HATE THE DAMN DAMN STUPID WEIGHING SCALE.
Last week, tuesday, I checked my weight. I was 118 pounds. Thursday, when I looked again, it read 102 pounds. I lost 16 pounds in two days!! Wow, it's surreal!
I, again, looked last saturday.
I'm 121 pounds.
Fucking weighing scale. Made me gain 19 pounds.
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AM I SUFFERING SOME KIND OF PSYCHOLOGICAL DISEASE? I THINK I'M VERY FAT.I'M 108 POUNDS. I TAKE PILLS.I DRINK A HERBAL SLIMMING TEA.WHY OH WHY???
My goodness. I was that childish and desparate? I just couldn't help laughing at myself. :)) It's insaaane. And why the hell did I call my crush Kapor? I couldn't remeber!!! Waah! I should've been more... straight to the point. :P
Anyway...
In commemoration of my previous lovee, I shall sing Happy Birthday to You, since it's his birthday today.
Happy birthday to you
You belong to the zoo
With the monkeys, and the donkeys
And the gorilla is you
I SHOULD TAKE THAT BACK. Who knows, his girl might be reading this. Damn. I could do with just the simple, original version of Happy Birthday to You.
But I miss him. Really. Whoo, the drama! Wait. I shouldn't be saying this, right?
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I DON'T WANNA GO TO CHEERLEADING PRACTICE. HUHU... But I have to. Oh Mickey you're so fine!
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