:::2004-01-11-9:46 p.m.:::
I'm thinking of something to post... Hmmm... but found nothing so oh well. Here's a couple of quizzes.
You represent... naivete.
So innocent and trusting... you can be very shy at
times, but it's only because you're not sure
how to act. You give off that "I need to
be protected vibe." Remember that not all
people are good. Being too trusting will get
you easily hurt.
What feeling do you represent?
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My inner child is ten years old!
The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don't understand.
How Old is Your Inner Child?
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cuddle and a kiss on the forehead - you like to be
close to your special someone and feel warm,
comfortable, and needed
What Sign of Affection Are You?
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Song of the Moment: Def Leppard: Two Steps Behind
:::2004-01-10-6:28 p.m.::: What one thing are you most looking forward to . . . 1. ...today? >>sleeping? not much to look forward to, it's already evening. 2. ...over the next week? >>stat101 classes! Aiiieeee! 3. ...this year? >>my friends' and my debut! :) :) :) 4. ...over the next five years? >>learning psychology and finishing my course and studying in graduate school. 5. ...for the rest of your life? >>getting insanely rich.
:::2004-01-10-6:06 p.m.::: Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "Maybe we should just be friends" or "How very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way to your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love. - Neil Gaiman, Sandman: The Kindly Ones Which describes my sentiments exactly. Ever since school began, he hasn't been talking to me, unless there is absolutely no choice. After all, he got what he wanted, right? He already has someone to love and someone to love him. Ah. Such lucky, lucky people. I envy my friend. She doesn't have to worry about these things. If he had a choice, he probably won't even talk to me if it weren't for our friend. Or to ask assignments, or what. He pretends he is interested. Hyeah, right. My friends ask me what I get from him. And I find that I couldn't answer. And then they ask what he gets from me. Apparently, he gets everything. Ah. User, he is. Why am I so user-friendly? Damn it. Aristae was absent from class yesterday. I should have known it was an evil omen. For when I got home, I got yelled at by my mother for no reason. It seems that she has the idea that she told me we were supposed to go to Patio Victoria yesterday. And, no matter how she insists, I can't remember when she told me. It turns out, after brief discussions with my sister, she didn't tell me that at all. She must have made herself believe that she told me that a while back and I have forgotten. Hey, I won't forget details about my debut, no matter what she said. So I was treated to a sermon when I actually did not do anything. *sigh*. I was, however, trying to stifle my laughter during the sermon because, in the middle of it, my brother emerged, half-naked, his stomach nothing short of bloated [my sister told me he ate four whole slices of Sbarro pizza]. He positioned himself on every available wall/protrusion from the wall and made as if he was bouncing from it with his stomach. With matching sound effects. "Boing, boing, boing..." I have the feeling both my mother and I were trying to hide our laughter.
:::2004-01-08-7:33 p.m.::: Kahapon ang mga subjects ko ay: Genpsyc, Englart, Stat101 (!), at Filipi1. Ngunit bago ako makarating sa eskuwelahan ay hindi tumunog ang lecheng alarm clock ko at kailangan ko pang magmadali para makaabot sa first class ko (which is late din naman ako) anyway... Genpsyc Astig yung teacher. pero bawal ma-late, dahil kapag nalate ka sa iyo niya iaapply yung mga tinuturo niya. For example, abnormal psychology, heck, God knows kung ano ipapagawa niya... Englart Absent yung teacher. Demmet. Stat101 Kaklase ko si Aristae! As in... grabe... hihimatayin ako sa kilig... at sa kaba... at sa takot... dahil ako lang yata ang frosh dun at ab pa... the rest juniors yata and sophomores... wahaaaayyyy... Filipi1 Okay lang. Hehe. Feeling ko mageenjoy ako. Ang mga nangyari ngayon: Nalate ako ng 30 minutes sa first class (Jprizal) dahil naiwan ko ang id ko sa bahay. Yun, hindi na ako pumasok. Pumunta na lang ako sa library at nagbasa ng Jessica Zafra. Next class ay Introso. Okay lang din, pero feeling ko feeling nung teacher lagi siyang nasa seminar about voting and the Philippine society. Basta, kuwento ng kuwento. Minsan nga wala nang koneksyon e. Jeezus. Binigyan pala ako ni g(x) ng bearhuggs na blue na teddy bear. At bigla kong naalala noong nagssit in ako na may lunch pala kami! Aaaah! Sorry sorry sorry! Sabi ko 2 ako makakalabas ngunit hindi kita mahagilap noong nakalabas ako ng mga 230! sorry talaga sorry sorry T-T
:::2004-01-06-9:45 p.m.::: At siyempre isa pang post I wonder what has gotten into people lately. They keep on adding 'h's into their nicknames. Like Jhun or Bhoy. My friend attached an H to her name too. So now she is called Bha. My best friend too, writes her nick as Lhay. What if [God forbid] everyone was to follow this trend, I would be renamed Yhot, or Yoht. My friends would be called Thwinkle, or Twhinkle, Mheg, Ohmi, Rhiezl, Dhianne, Khit, Mhagge... Oh the horror.
:::2004-01-06-3:37 p.m.::: PUTANGINA. Dapat kasama ako sa greenbelt ngayon! Tangina talaga! Bad trip naman kasi e. Ang kapal kasi ng pagmumukha ng tita ko hindi na nga pinapadala sa kanya yung kotse dahil may problema e dinala pa rin! Yan tuloy nasita siya! Asan siya ngayon?! Tarantada. At ngayon hindi ako nakapagpaalam nang maayos dahil tuwing binabanggit ko na may lakad ako ngayon e sinisigawan ako! Tangina talaga. Puta puta puta. Sorry...
![[<<] [>>]:::2004-01-10-6:28 p.m.::: What one thing are you most looking forward to . . .1. ...today?>>sleeping? not much to look forward to, it's already evening.2. ...over the next week?>>stat101 classes! Aiiieeee!3. ...this year?>>my friends' and my debut! :) :) :)4. ...over the next five years?>>learning psychology and finishing my course and studying in graduate school.5. ...for the rest of your life?>>getting insanely rich.from here [<<] [>>]:::2004-01-10-6:06 p.m.::: Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "Maybe we should just be friends" or "How very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way to your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love. - Neil Gaiman, Sandman: The Kindly OnesWhich describes my sentiments exactly.Ever since school began, he hasn't been talking to me, unless there is absolutely no choice. After all, he got what he wanted, right? He already has someone to love and someone to love him.Ah. Such lucky, lucky people.I envy my friend. She doesn't have to worry about these things.If he had a choice, he probably won't even talk to me if it weren't for our friend. Or to ask assignments, or what.He pretends he is interested. Hyeah, right.My friends ask me what I get from him. And I find that I couldn't answer. And then they ask what he gets from me. Apparently, he gets everything.Ah. User, he is. Why am I so user-friendly? Damn it.Aristae was absent from class yesterday. I should have known it was an evil omen. For when I got home, I got yelled at by my mother for no reason.It seems that she has the idea that she told me we were supposed to go to Patio Victoria yesterday. And, no matter how she insists, I can't remember when she told me.It turns out, after brief discussions with my sister, she didn't tell me that at all. She must have made herself believe that she told me that a while back and I have forgotten.Hey, I won't forget details about my debut, no matter what she said.So I was treated to a sermon when I actually did not do anything. *sigh*. I was, however, trying to stifle my laughter during the sermon because, in the middle of it, my brother emerged, half-naked, his stomach nothing short of bloated [my sister told me he ate four whole slices of Sbarro pizza].He positioned himself on every available wall/protrusion from the wall and made as if he was bouncing from it with his stomach. With matching sound effects. "Boing, boing, boing..."I have the feeling both my mother and I were trying to hide our laughter. [<<] [>>]:::2004-01-08-7:33 p.m.::: Kahapon ang mga subjects ko ay: Genpsyc, Englart, Stat101 (!), at Filipi1.Ngunit bago ako makarating sa eskuwelahan ay hindi tumunog ang lecheng alarm clock ko at kailangan ko pang magmadali para makaabot sa first class ko (which is late din naman ako) anyway...GenpsycAstig yung teacher. pero bawal ma-late, dahil kapag nalate ka sa iyo niya iaapply yung mga tinuturo niya. For example, abnormal psychology, heck, God knows kung ano ipapagawa niya...EnglartAbsent yung teacher. Demmet.Stat101Kaklase ko si Aristae! As in... grabe... hihimatayin ako sa kilig... at sa kaba... at sa takot... dahil ako lang yata ang frosh dun at ab pa... the rest juniors yata and sophomores... wahaaaayyyy...Filipi1Okay lang. Hehe. Feeling ko mageenjoy ako.Ang mga nangyari ngayon:Nalate ako ng 30 minutes sa first class (Jprizal) dahil naiwan ko ang id ko sa bahay. Yun, hindi na ako pumasok. Pumunta na lang ako sa library at nagbasa ng Jessica Zafra.Next class ay Introso. Okay lang din, pero feeling ko feeling nung teacher lagi siyang nasa seminar about voting and the Philippine society. Basta, kuwento ng kuwento. Minsan nga wala nang koneksyon e. Jeezus.Binigyan pala ako ni g(x) ng bearhuggs na blue na teddy bear.At bigla kong naalala noong nagssit in ako na may lunch pala kami! Aaaah! Sorry sorry sorry! Sabi ko 2 ako makakalabas ngunit hindi kita mahagilap noong nakalabas ako ng mga 230! sorry talaga sorry sorry T-T [<<] [>>]:::2004-01-06-9:45 p.m.::: At siyempre isa pang postI wonder what has gotten into people lately. They keep on adding 'h's into their nicknames. Like Jhun or Bhoy.My friend attached an H to her name too. So now she is called Bha. My best friend too, writes her nick as Lhay.What if [God forbid] everyone was to follow this trend, I would be renamed Yhot, or Yoht.My friends would be called Thwinkle, or Twhinkle, Mheg, Ohmi, Rhiezl, Dhianne, Khit, Mhagge...Oh the horror. [<<] [>>]:::2004-01-06-8:12 p.m.::: What I should be doing:-looking for a bag where my notebook would fit. [looseleaf na ako ngayon, hassle ang filler e.]-thinking of an ending for my story. [hey, i'm doing that.]-hating g(x) as much as I could [tangina niya.]-sleeping? [nah. later na.]-reading. [natatamad din ako.]-looking for a picture with my siblings [wala lang.]-checking if my brother is doing the design for my stat notebook [subukan niya lang hindi gawin!]-drinking beer [bored ako e. sayang maaga pasok bukas]-fixing my bed [since nagoversleep ako kanina dumating ang maid at nilinis ang kama ng ate at kuya ko ngunit hindi ang kama ko.]-mag-ayos ng gamit. [mamaya na, bago matulog].Basically, I'm procrastinating. Jeezus. Ayoko pa pumasok... [di na nagbago yung mantra ko since STC days.]Sa January 8 pala ay anniversary ng aking Dragontooth blog. Asteg. :D //edit// nagbabasa ako ng dating entries at nakita ko ito: People whom I thought would never jump into a relationship just did. Which left me alone in the single-but-incredibly-mushy ship. Damn. ~posted February 1, 2003 Hahaha. Tawa na lang. Hahaha. //edit// [<<] [>>]:::2004-01-06-3:37 p.m.::: PUTANGINA.Dapat kasama ako sa greenbelt ngayon! Tangina talaga!Bad trip naman kasi e. Ang kapal kasi ng pagmumukha ng tita ko hindi na nga pinapadala sa kanya yung kotse dahil may problema e dinala pa rin! Yan tuloy nasita siya! Asan siya ngayon?! Tarantada.At ngayon hindi ako nakapagpaalam nang maayos dahil tuwing binabanggit ko na may lakad ako ngayon e sinisigawan ako! Tangina talaga.Puta puta puta.Sorry... [<<] [>>]](http://www.boomspeed.com/yottie/blinkie.gif){kind=link}