Really I’m not.
Cris Mendez
March 7, 1987 - August 27, 2007
Hazing Victim
UP Student-Led Anti-Fraternity Violence Watch (SAWA)
Please post in your Multiply accounts, blogs, etc. Show your friends that you are against all forms of fraternity-related violence. End the culture of tolerance! Ipakita mong sawa ka na!!!
(Picture from SAWA e-group c/o LSG President Jobert Navallo)
[BGmusic: Older Chests by Damien Rice]
Quote for the day:
“Kung ‘di na kaya ng sariling lakas o kakayahan, idaan nalang sa fighting spirit.”
- my sister’s guy friend Leo F.
“…At kape.”
- my sister
Recently, one of the boys nearest and dearest to my heart - let’s call him Juan - told me about his peelings for a certain someone of the opposite sex - let’s call the apple of his eye Apple. I was both shocked and elated because:
Juan’s stories are really cute because it’s like he just discovered that girls aren’t just boys with curvy bits. He went through the whole “I’ve never felt this way before” speech yesterday, and I doubled up with laughter when he said:
“Why are you girls so cool?!”
Hilarious stuff.
I didn’t tell Juan this because I didn’t want to interrupt his schoolgirl gushing, but it’s prrrobably because when we girls were having all those weird crushes for the first time, you [read: clueless] guys were making puberty ten times more miserable by snapping our bras and poking fun at the bodies we had yet to grow into. Call it bad karma, but really, you reap what you sow. *enter smug laughter* Continue reading ‘BOY HITS PUBERTY!’
[BGmusic: Leaving This Feeling by her awesomeness, JJ Liao!!!!]
Quote for the day:
“I’m gonna be a soldier and drink coffee!!!”
- Seij [age 4] shares his mission statement to the world
“You’re gonna be a soldier too?”
- Seij recruiting me after I repeated what he said to my brother
Because I’m lazy and my brain’s hardly functioning, I browsed through my journal to find something to write about. [I started journaling again recently, cause my mom got me one of those cool notebooks with black paper, the kind that goes with pastel gel pens.]
So here’s what I got:
…love in every language. - Jars of Clay
Cause hate just won’t cut it.
I can’t cause I’m still learning how [and I tell you, I'm a slooow learner]…
But by golly, that won’t stop me from trying.
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[BGmusic: My Girl by David Choi]
Quote for the day:
“What is invisible cannot be seen by the eye.”
- UP freshman misquoting The Little Prince
Check out my internet crush David Choi’s YouTube page! See that awesome banner on top of his page? I MADE THAT! Oh yeah. Oh yeah. *dances* That made my day. [I haven't been YouTubing recently so I just saw it awhile ago, have no idea how long it's been up there.]
Anyway, enough about that. Here’s a quick story.
Last night the whole clan [dad's side], or at least those who were in Manila, had a little get-together at Greenbelt. I hate commuting from UP to faraway places like… Makati, but that’s another story.
Anyhoo, I was telling my sister about how sucky [yes, sucky] it was that many of my friends call me emo just to annoy me when I’m obviously, like, GANGSTA. [They be hatin'.]
Then, to explain my emophobia, she said: Continue reading ‘i are surrounded.’
[BGmusic: Fascination by Alphabeat]
Quote for the day:
“The past is beautiful because one never fully realizes an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past. That is why we dwell on the past.”
- Virginia Woolf
Man. Nothing makes sense right now.
But it will. Hooray for that. ^_^
[I love that thing John does with his guitar at 1:37. And George at 3:20. Awesome.]
Last night, I dreamt of my graduation.
It was a disaster.
See, all the girls were supposed to be wearing the same thing. I had the right skirt, but for some reason I didn’t get the top. Dunno why, I just remember something about the people organizing the event being incompetent or something.
So there I was crying in my changing room [yes I had my own changing room], in my underwear, screaming, “I can’t go out like this! I caaaaan’t!” Then I engaged in heated word battle with the guy in charge of my wardrobe, going on about how I paid the graduation fees early and how it didn’t make sense that I didn’t have my clothes etc. atbp. usw…
Then my crush walks in.
He was dressed in a red long-sleeved shirt and a Shohoku[?] basketball jersey. [Yes, I know, he was dressed like a 1995 Backstreet Boy.] And all he said was, “Oh, hi there.” Then he gave me a high five and left. [Which is actually what he would probably do in real life, except he'd probably laugh first if he walked in on me changing. Haha how sad my life.]
I woke up.
Then I thought, “Man, that was weird… I gotta blog it.”
So.
Here I am again.
*awkward silence*
I’m sorry for leaving you. T_T
[BGmusic: Please Forgive Me - Bryan Adams]
Please forgive me, I can’t stop loving you.
*kiss*
[BGmusic: the sweet, sweet song of my inkjet printer.]
Quote for the day:
“Summertime, and the living is easy.”
- the Gershwins
As I am writing this, I am printing a 48-paged story, a product of caffeine, sleepless nights, and tears.
And no, I will not proof-read it again, lest I end up deleting huge chunks of my work.
As the Beatles sang, let it be.
I’m done!
This summer is going to be awesome.
4:51 AM. I’m so bangag.
My cheerer-upper: one great scene from one great movie. [This is just part two, part one's here.]
[WARNING: shameless plug straight ahead.]
WHAT:
Free-flowing drinks all night.
Fashion show.
And yeah, I’ll be going so OF COURSE it’s going to be a great party. [Whuuut?]
WHERE:
Absinth, Greenbelt 3
WHEN:
March 15 [Saturday], 8:30PM onwards
HOW:
Go there on the night itself and pay P250.
OR contact me here [or on my cell/email/friendster/etc if you can] before Friday if you want to get tickets at P200 or less [prices can be negotiated *wink *wink].
See you there, cool people.
To everyone else… weh ang corny ninyo. XP
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