|| OH. F...ornication U...nder C...onsent of the K...ing.

Remember the time when you didn't study and failed? (why would you study anyway, you THOUGHT you understood every bit of it, but none of what the teacher taught even came out!)
SH*T.

Remember that day when you thought THE WHOLE TIME that that guy is head over heels(how could you not think that, when he's so touchy-feely with you?!), when in fact he was just being nice... and just wanted to leech off of your resources (by resources, I mean... your pen, your laptop, your brain. And geez, how could you refuse him?!?!?!?!)... then suddenly, he says,

"...I like *insert beautiful-girl-with-a-model-like-figure-and-shining-white-teeth's name here*. Don't tell anyone else, ok?"


SH*T.


Remember that day when you forgot your parent's consent to go to that epic-proportioned fun school activity?
SH*T.

Remember that day when you came to school late for an exam... a MAJOR exam?
SH*T.

Remember that day when you got caught keeping a very very bad secret by someone?
SH*T.


SH*T JUST HAPPENS. and it happens all the time.

And it's not really a bad thing.
And we know that we can't always get what we want.
But sometimes, we don't really know what we want.
HAHA.
confusing?

Well, yeah.
SH*T happens for a reason.

And, hey, the thought that your intuition could be right might also be one in a million, so why sulk and think that you could be wrong?

Overly hopeful, you might say. But I'd just love to think about stuff in the most positive way possible.



Anyway, my friend asked me a really, really, TOTALLY (as x approaches positive infinity!) question last Saturday.

I didn't get to answer. THEY DIDN'T LET ME ANSWER. HAHAHAAA!
*they were all laughing then, geez, how was I supposed to react?! It wasn't serious anyway.*

My answer would be a YES, if he wanted me to...

I THINK. Yeah, that's it. probably. whatever.


It's fun, though, being asked about something like that. No matter how un-serious it may be.
(and what an awkward way to ask about it.) That's the only most interesting thing that happened ALL DAY that day.


Hmmm...


nah, what I'm thinking right now has a 1 to 1 million probability.

This just might be the perfect love letter.

(But this is the perfect picture.)

(before you even think that, "woah, this girl must really be inspired," and anything related to me being in love, STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT. nu-uh...no. stop it. i mean it. You'd be surprised to find out that all the words in this not-so letter-ish "letter" is from 16 love songs.Yes. Sixteen different love songs.)
(Just insert the Clueless boy's name Right here),
Half of what I say is meaningless, but I'll say it just to reach you.
Listen, do you want to know a secret? Do you promise not to tell?
I'm in love with you.
I'm dying inside, and nobody knows it but me.
I've been watching your world from afar, trying to be where you are. I'm just a friend,that's all I've ever been to you. And I've been secretly falling apart... acting like everything is okay, but you don't know.
There you go again. I know how you always seem to go for the obvious, instead of me. Oh sure, you wanna tell me all about her. What do you see in her that you don't see in me?
When you're around, I get lost in you. I don't know what it is that you've done to me. You're the only one who's got enough of me to break my heart. Can't you tell that I can't breathe?
If i give my heart to you, would you love me more than her?
If only I could change the world, so you can see the truth...That you'd be so perfect with me, but you just can't see. I'm not jealous. But I just want everything she's got. What makes her so much better than me? It was me that made you smile. Me that made you laugh. I'm the only who went ahead and fell for you. It was me that made you happier than you had ever been. And you know I'd walk a thousand miles if I could just see you.
Sometimes, the last thing you want comes in first, Sometimes, the first thing you want never comes, And I know, the waiting is all I can do.
So far, we are so close. So close and still so far. I know by the vagueness in your eyes and your casual goodbyes. The way we pass just close enough to touch. I just thought that you might have some advice to give on how to be...
Insensitive.
-(insert your name here.)-

||Sometimes I just need to breathe...

...And not lose my sanity. I'm feeling tired than ever. I don't think I have any right to complain, though...everyone's feeling as stressed as I am. Unless you're the idiot who isn't making any effort to repay your parents' hard work.


Geez, is it me, or the 'ber months are just just getting so so colder. I can feel myself shiver and my fingers grow a bit numb while typing... Feels so much like the NSTP 'room. 'nuff said.



*Something for the accomplished optimists in the world (like me, of course.)*

Read on, if you must.

When the rest of the world is raising their hands and showing off,





RAISE YOUR DEMON HAND *the girl in the middle, yeah! hahaha*

higher than everybody else

and shout, at the top of your lungs,

"I CAN ROCK THE WORLD WITH MY AWESOMENESS!!!"

yes.

And stfu to those who think you can't rock the world with your awesomeness. You know they're incapable, imbecile people. You know you can just go and say, "FTW, DIE BITCHES!" as you hack and slash and punch and kick and fight and scheme and dance and sing and speak and shout your way to glory. (yes, the dancing is included...what about your victory dance? or your theme song?! you have to sing it.)


(wreew, saving the world, one optimistic thought at a time.)
Did you know that I can save 40 people from a nosebleed-inducing quiz with just my question-formulating skills?


Bask in the light of my awesomeness, my minions.


*Oooookay.... enough with the dramatic dialogue.*

||I'm gonna tag yooooooou!

each blogger must post these rules first.
each blogger starts with six random facts/habits about themselves.
bloggers who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their six things and post these rules.
at the end of your blog, you need to choose six people to get tagged and list their names.
don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

1) I daydream... at NIGHT. is that normal? I don't know. I need to talk to myself every once in a while. I can't help it.

2)I actually like listening to old jazz. Sure, people actually get severe migraine from listening to what really really really old people listen to, but it makes me feel good. Specially when it's late September, and the weather's getting colder... late sunset-colored afternoons with hot chicken/macaroni soup, bread with herbs and oven-fresh choco chip cookies... ah, heaven!

3)Biggest fear: frogs.
Ask my mom how I freak out even when I see kermit the frog. Ask how I almost literally cling to a person like a koala whenever I see a real one. The fear is just at really really high levels. seriously.

4)Most favorite food: NOODLES. bihon, sotanghon, lomi, ma-mon-luk, odong, soba, ramen, spaghetti, fetuccine, linguine, pancit canton, ravioli, lasagne. fussili, roncalli.. *haha just kiddin' on the roncalli part.* you name it, I like it. And I know how to cook it. (no i cannot cook roncalli.hahah. really totally kidding on that one.) Mmmm.
the carbohydrates may be bad, but hell, it's good.

5)I actually like romantic movies. Who doesn't? (OK, the really really evil people don't.) Romantic movies make me feel good, for no reason whatsoever. And yes, it also implies that I am a girl. I haven't met a girl who doesn't like romantic movies.

6)Favorite rare thing to do: stargazing. Very very very rare thing, indeed. But whenever I get the chance to stay at a beach overnight, I ALWAYS, always make sure that I get to do it. I don't know why. Maybe it makes me feel happier about existing in this earth. makes me feel aware that there are hot gases out there just waiting to hit us when we least expect it, or something.
Nah, seriously, looking at the stars on a cold, cloudless summer night... heavenly.


i tag: philip, jin, raph, ira, diane, jordan.

||falsetto solo!!

Is it just me, or the crazy songs I ask people to listen to are just effin' contagious?

Can't you see he's the man, let me hear you applaud
he is more than a man he's a shiny golden god!
If you think it's time to fucking rock, and fucking roll,
out of control,well then you know you got to rock the block,
and fucking **************(insert very sexist remark here),

'cause when you rule, your fucking school all of the fools,
out of their jewels,

'cause if you think it's time,
if you think it's time,
if you think it's time to fucking rock.

He is going to kick your fucking ass,
and you know his name is Kyle Gass,

rocking and fucking rolling,
and fucking rocking,
and fucking rolling,
and fucking ribriddle-diddle-diddle dew
bumpbirumpbumbumbirumpbumpbumbrew
bumbiririrrreeeew
bumbiririrreeew-breeeew
bumbumbumbum ROAR!
bumbumbumbumbum ROAR!
bumbumbumbipbipbipbipbipbipbiriririew!

yeah those guys can listen to it again and again and again and again...


Er... I'm running out of words here. I guess I'm not the kind that blogs everything that happens everyday.



Let's go emo for just a moment, shall we?

Read- Pablo Neruda's poem:

I do not love you except because I love you;

I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.



et je mourrai l'amour parce que j'taime...

whew, Neruda's wife must be the luckiest girl on the face of the earth. Seriously.

||This just might be the perfect reply

WELL.

now that you've got the perfect love letter, what about the perfect reply? ; ]
(posting on two blogs is just too much fun.)



(insert your own name here)

All this time I thought you didn't need me.All those times that passed by with no signs. All the things we feel alone for one another.

Only so many words that we can say...

But it's better to say too much than never to say what you need to say again.

I won't hesitate no more. I just gotta let you know.
I'm always wanting you.


Love is the answer. At least for most of the questions in my heart. I just realized. It's always better when we're together.

I really want you to really want me.
Because...
You're just the girl i'm looking for.

-(insert the now not-so-clueless boy's name here)