| Give me an N-O-S-T-A-L-G-I-A!!!! |
[05 Jun 2006|12:30am] |
Lottie's multiply site gives me a shot of nostalgia in the nose.
I miss going out. Social life, where fore art thou. Thy absence I can no longer stand.
Because this night puts me in the mood for reminiscing, I googled someone, the crush I never told anyone except YOU GUYS (you know who you are and you better know who I'm talking about). Yes, I googled. I did. I really did, and his name shall not be mentioned for his own sake. And mine as well.
HEMBRENDS! HEMBRENDS! (don't ask) HEMBRENDS!
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[29 May 2006|03:47am] |
So my last entry may have been last year. I have probably decided once or twice to send this journal off to its retirement and go back to adding volumes to my manually written journal.
But still, there are some moments that are truly, how some of us call it, "LJ Worthy"
It was a groggy night, and what lay ahead of me was a night full of dancing socialites, smoke, vodka, and a whole lot of house/trance/chillout/however-you-may-call-it music.
We had VIP tickets to Chicane and after putting my mom through highway robbery, I was a bit unsure about how worthwhile it was going to be.
Spending too much time wishing Bryan Adams would suddenly show up is useless.
It turned out to be a great night after all. And I did learn a couple of things.
Arctic Vodka tastes really bad but gives you an oh-hell-I-am-doomed tama.
Going to these things can be fun after all, if you're with the right people.
There's nothing more entertaining that sitting by the entrance and watching all the wasted people wanting to get some air.
If you close your eyes when you're feeling woozy you'll feel like you're floating.
And, while drifting in pure ecstacy of a brewing hangover, things happen like a blur.
Some things are said and when they are, you temporarily snap out of that woozy feeling and you just can't help but smile.
I ran out into the lobby and tried to remember the exact words. Out of sheer desperation and fear that I would forget, I stored it in my archives.
And here's what I managed to save
I'm fallig inlove.
With whom?
Hicane.
And you.
a cong time agjo.
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[30 Nov 2005|03:25pm] |
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Politics is as dirty as the smog that settles right above the metro.
And all you do is cover your nose.
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[04 Sep 2005|02:30pm] |
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Do me a favor.
Right before every toll gate, there is sign that says "______ Exit, 1 KM"
Estimate the distance and multiply that by 5.
I ran that far. 5 KM without fainting, injuring myself or throwing up (not to mention drinking.)
I hung on to dear life (or atleast to Edrix and my sister) towards the end of the marathon (take note, MARATHON. I refuse to call it a Fun Run, though that's really what it's called. The word "Marathon" sounds more intimidating. Hahahahha)
The marathon held by Fitness First was a knock on the head. This lazy ass has to start sweating again.
Still, it was accomplishing, it is one of those moments where you take out your "things to do before you die" list and strike "Run a 5 KM marathon" out.
Another plus: you know how I love collecting stuff from places I've been to or significant events. I brought home a shirt, 5 strings of straw they give you at the end of every lap, the Fitness First directional sign, and a MAG (I mean mug, long story.)
I'm leaving for Ilocos tonight. Oh yeah. Here comes the sun. And here comes my long awaited tan.
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[29 Aug 2005|02:48pm] |
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Angels and Demons --- Dishwalla |
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I....got..........taaaaaaaagged.
Five songs? Five songs... Five....sooongs.
You know the feeling you get when you're suddenly asked something and you just don't know what to say. Sort of like "What's you favorite movie?" or "What's you favorite song?"
Alright, here I go.
Silverchair's Without You
The Beatles' Eleanor Rigby
Bush's Acoustic version of Wild Horses
Mum's We Have Map of the Piano
Primitive Radio Gods' Fading Out
I tag
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) dementedtwister (Lottie)
listless_me (Min)
kaka5264 (Kaka)
nasagasaan_pusa (Kat)
dancingrainfall (Grace)
Tag til your heart's content.
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[25 Aug 2005|10:43pm] |
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He squints his right eye and at that moment, he looks so much like a kid.
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| It's been eons. |
[25 Aug 2005|10:14pm] |
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Dolphin's Cry --- Live |
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I've been meaning to update this cluster of my incoherent thoughts, but my computer has been working against me. Let us all pray that in the next couple of minutes, the computer will allow me to type more incoherent thoughts and not disconnect as I write my final phrases.
Skip what you must, it's a long update.
Finals are over and yes, it is weird to have an earlier-than-usual break. God forgive me if I fail Physics, but my professor isn't really "professor material." And I am not really "Physics material."
I watched my first ever UAAP game with me sitting amongst a sea of green shirts. It was hard to scream my first "Go Lasalle" because I've always screamed "I hate you Ritualo!" (forgive me Edrix) Still, it felt great to actually cheer for a school you belonged to, and actually sing the school hymn because it's your school's hymn. (self-confessed Ateneo fan who memorized their school hymn in her grade school years)
I watched Dogma again, FINALLY! I have been hunting down that movie for so long. Zen is a blessing in disguise, and had I known about Zen when I was in high school, I would've cut classes. Okay. Maybe not. But still. Those comfy beanbags rock.
Rina just turned 18!!! Alright, a couple of weeks ago but still!!! You are legal, my friend!!! I love you truckloads. And you haven't changed a bit, except... did your..um.. ASSETS get bigger? hahahaahahahahahahahahahaha I hope you don't read this. Else I am dead.
Dear Lord please take good care of my mom in Singapore, and for atleast 5 days, don't let her feet swell and don't let her temper explode. She needs a break. And please enlighten her that she may allow me out during the term break. Hoohah. Ilocos here I come.
4-S, we need one hell of a reunion, and we need to alot atleast an hour for a person's update on her life. I see a lot of us have been having "encounter" with the opposite sex. Hahahahahahah that sounded so nene. Because we still arrrrre.
I have a Multiply account. Oh yes I do. And I have neglected my e-mail inbox, my messages have gone over a hundred and it's already killing me. I need to do a massive inbox-clean up.
Not to mention my room. Please send in reinforcements. My room is identifiable as a room just because I have a bed.
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| DERECHO |
[30 Jul 2005|09:59pm] |
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It's Over Now --- Neve |
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A lot has happened. I don't know where to start.
And whenever I start my entry like this, a series of random events usually follow.
Bear with me.
I can't imagine waking up at 10 am next week for a 2:30 class, because no matter how late into the afternoon my class is, I've been going to school at 7 am for the past two weeks. Then again, I can't imagine getting home while the sun's still shining. Next week, I'd probably jump at every ten minute break, know almost every block's schedule and pass by that stoned table right across the famed wind tunnel along SJ.
Let us call it: FE Nostalgia.
Freshmen elections are over. Holy crap they are over. My physical self is telling me "THANK GOD I CAN GET MORE SLEEP." My mental self is telling me "THANK GOD I CAN STOP CUTTING CLASSES." My naughty self is telling me "CRAP I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH REASONS TO CUT ANYMORE."
The experience is too much to type, I'd probably get finger cramps (if there is such a thing, but I swear, I've experienced my pointer stiffening after typing a long report.)
Acknowledgments hahahahaha:
To the Santugon Core: You guys are amazing. No words can explain. *insert hyperventilation*
To the CBE family: I can't think of anyone I'd rather have. and Jiggs should sell his RTR's.
To the CBE campaign officers: You've given the letters C and O a whole new meaning: ADDICT. I love you truckloads.
To my running mates: Here's to seeing more of you guys! Hahahahhaha I can't think of a better team.
To the 22: You guys rock. You are all derecho in my heart. Number 22 is starting to replace my number 12.
To my blockmates: Pa-turo ng accountiiiiing. Thanks for the support for our whole slate.
To the Esers!: Something as simple as a text message means a lot. WE NEED TO GO OUT SOON.
To my SHAWARMA mates: We should get that stand to sponsor food at our meetings. Hell yeah.
To God: Wow.
I'll miss early mornings.
I'll miss shawarma.
I'll miss late nights.
I'll miss cutting.
I'll miss RTR's.
Here's to the work ahead of us.
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[16 Jul 2005|07:30pm] |
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Breathe --- Green Wheel |
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Welcoming
Hala na. It's one of those experiences that you suddenly think of at any random moment then you smile. Then it gives you a natural high.
Forgive mispelled names. I wasn't able to post this picture for so long cause I lacked some names. Ahahahaha
I listen to Green Wheel's Breathe and I remember Hilla.
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| Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well. |
[15 Jul 2005|10:41am] |
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Greatest View --- Silverchair |
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I remember senior year.
I'd get to school at 6:30, all groggy and puffy-eyed, I'd get inside Troika Hall, turn on the lights, greet Serna a good morning, proceed to my usual place, lay my bag down, and sleep.
Then people start streaming in. I wake-up, look at Lottie with eyes half open, then I go: "I need some inspiration."
It was the usual feeling of not having a reason to wake up in the morning blah blah blah. Now that I think back to it, I want to step out of myself, point a finger at me and laugh me heart out. My inspiration was right there, screaming their lungs out because it was a Monday morning. No matter how cheezy it is to say, it was my senior class. Tada. Big surprise.
Now that I don't have them, let's just say inspiration is as obvious as it was in high school. It's probably right in front of me.
After all, I do get to school on time.
AND, I stay in school til 9.
Tada. Big surprise.
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| Release the inner obsessive-compulsive disorder in me. |
[26 Jun 2005|05:41pm] |
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The Dolphin's Cry --- Live |
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I'm going into my fifth week in college and I'm already needing a file case cleaning session. I'd usually wait until the end of the term to do this, but the mere thought of chasing after papers along Taft because my file case burst open is enough motivation to get going.
This is my first go at black and white watercolor. It was more of accidents than intended smudging here and there, so I don't think I can do it again. Hahahahaha
Hurray for home-made baby back ribs.
*I've noticed a change in Rina's voice over the phone. It's more... hush hush. Hahahahaha hindi ako sanay.
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| Einstein's Dreams |
[17 Jun 2005|08:16pm] |
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Better Together--- Jack Johnson |
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"There is a place where time stands still. Raindrops hang motionless in air. Pendulums of clocks float mid-swing... And so, at the place where time stands still, one sees parents clutching their children, in a frozen embrace that will never let go... one sees lovers kissing in the shadows of buildings, in a frozen embrace that will never let go..."
I need to get that book back.
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| Cab ride from hell |
[14 Jun 2005|08:33pm] |
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Promise Her The Moon --- Mr. Big |
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Since when did cab drivers get to choose how their customers get to pay them?
And since when did the rule "Multiply the number of kilometers we travel by 50, and that's how much you pay" exist?
And when the hell has anyone paid FOUR HUNDRED AND TWENTY PESOS for a cab ride from Pasay til Merville.
Curse you for taking advantage of a sick college student who has been trying to salvage what she can from her week's allowance.
I made sure I sneezed and coughed some germs into his air condititon vents.
I probabaly sneezed a couple of my brain cells out and I kept on mumbling and grumbling a weak yes to everything he said.
"Ma'am, daan nalang po tayo sa Villamor ha..."
"Ma'am, sabihin ko lang po, nasa 300 na po yung metro..." He said this halfway through the trip.
I'm not one for arguing with old taxi drivers, even more when I'm sick.
SWAIN PWV 472. Mental note. Don't flag him down. Even if you're up to your chest in a flood.
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[10 Jun 2005|09:16am] |
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I'm oooooon my waaaaay to schoooool |
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While most are talking about first days, orientations, professor profiles, I will be talking about the end of the third week of classes.
All is well in the realm of college life. Even being asked to leave the classroom was fun, seeing that it was a first for me. Whoever knew not having a copy of an article was reason enough for being "unjust" and "unfair." It was definitely not advanTAgeous. *take note of which syllable the accent must be on*
Block Presentation
Less productive than I thought, but waaaay fun than I expected it to be. From video to flash presentation to live to slideshow. How great things digress, but heck, getting there was a blast. I finally saw Andrew's front hand spring (Happy Birthday!), and, well, disturbing dance steps of others.
Let me just say, some people wear pink well. Wink wink.
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[04 Jun 2005|06:41pm] |
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If You Won't --- Jesse Harris |
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Of the few FRIENDS episodes I've chanced upon, I like the episode where they all get "back-ups." They pick partners they would want to get married to if they're not married after 30.
I've picked mine.
If I am not married after thirty, I'll ship my skinny (I hope it'll still be skinny) ass to Tuscany, grow a vineyard, a tomato garden, live in a rundown house with Rina.
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[28 May 2005|12:16am] |
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Elegantly Wasted --- INXS |
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So first week in college world is over. But it seems as though I've been in school for a month now.
As they say, you learn something everyday.
Accounting is the new Physics, Physics is as bad as usual, you can say "Okey" after every other word for 65 times in 6 minutes, University Mall sits there and waits to be explored, having your own Photocopying stall can be huge business, Math is Math is Math, University Breaks can be tons of fun, there are tons of chances to destroy you social life, AND THE CANDY STALL UNDER THE EDSA STATION OF THE LRT SELLS BUTTERBALLS!!! I love the vintage wrapper.
A whiff of C49, after some very incriminating dancing in public:
Now I'm back to homework, late night ranting, and tons of reading. Booyah.
Pahabol: I don't usually do this but I'm just so darn proud.
New layout! An ode to the greatness of butterballs.
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[19 May 2005|11:04pm] |
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Is This Real --- Lisa Hall |
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One of the reasons why someone likes someone is because of the potential aesthetic beauty that may exist when they're beside each other.
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[13 May 2005|10:13pm] |
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Needs --- Collective Soul |
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The mother is away on a business trip and house is topsy-turvy. The only thing missing is a house party. Every night for the whole week, we've given in to the craving for "something sweet" since there is no mommy to tell you you're getting fatter and there's a daddy egging you to give in. Imagine if there was no mommy indefinitely. Chaos + tons of pounds.
We watched Kingdom of Heaven, which, for me, was much better than Troy. Troy was too glamorous. Sort of like Pearl Harbor against Black Hawk Down. I liked the latter.
Plus points: The soundtrack of Kingdom of Heaven is a must-have. Buy it for me, my imaginary boyfriend.
So I'm spending the remaining days of my hot and sweaty summer paralyzed in front of the television. Nip/Tuck's first season and loads of Mafia documentaries should do it until the 23rd.
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[10 May 2005|07:27pm] |
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I'm in heaven when you smile --- Van Morrison |
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So you wake up early in the morning and put a smile on your face.
You go downstairs, get something to drink, when suddenly
You see the newspaper headline that leaves your jaw hanging as you catch a whiff of you morning breath.
PUNYETA! 7.50 NA ANG JEEP!
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