no good deed goes unpunished

I watched Georgia Rule the other day. Yes, the one with Lindsay Lohan in it. But don't go making presumptions yet, especially if you haven't seen the movie at all. I think it quickly climbed to one of the better movies I've seen this year. It sure is one hell of a family movie.



Lindsay has some kick ass lines here. I couldn't find a script but damn, weren't they burned in memory.

Harlan (Garrett Hedlund): You have to go with me to June's school.

June is Harlan's girlfriend. They're both Mormon and they never had sex.

Rachel (Lindsay): What? Why?

Harlan: I have to tell her. It's the only way I can repent for my sins.

Rachel: (incredulous) Harlan, I gave you a blowjob! It wasn't even a date!

Georgia (Jane Fonda, Rachel's grandmother) looks faint after that.

Harlan: Thanks for breakfast Georgia. (rushes out the door)

Rachel: (sighs, looks at her grandmother) No good deed really goes unpunished.

~~~~

This one's fun. Face Down was playing in the background too.

Grace (June's spy) and her clique taunt Harlan and Rachel. Rachel gets pissed and after chasing them silly with a truck, she gets out and storms to them.

Rachel: Hi. I wanna introduce myself. I'm Rachel Wilcox.

Grace (looks shaken): Nice to meet you.

Rachel: Look, I just drove here to tell you that Harlan and I, we're just friends now. Nothing's gonna happen again. I promise. Scout's honor. So you guys can go and do whatever it is you do, I don't know, have your summer fun. And tell June that we're apart, and even if we're not apart, nothing's gonna happen and whatever that's happened has happened already, so that's the end of it.

Grace: Fine. Then why don't you just go home and leave us all alone?

Wrong move Grace.

Rachel: OK, see, I tried to be nice. Let me put this in a different way, cause you're just not getting it right now. If you call me a name, if you throw something at me (looks at the other girls) EVER AGAIN!, if I see you talking to Harlan, yelling at Harlan, having anything at all to do with Harlan, I will find all of your boyfriends, and I will fuck. them. stupid.

Hala.

Rachel" OK? Get it?

Grace touches her chest, nods weakly.

Rachel smiles, starts walking away.

Rachel: Thanks guys. Thanks for your time! Have a good summer!

Grace (to herself): I better pray for her.


No offense but I don't think I wanna be a Mormon.

Watch it and learn not to use the name of the Lord in vain the hard way. LOL.

whoa Christmas-y

this is weird. you should probably skip this entry if youre revolted sick with the phrase "'tis the season to be jolly" at the moment.



i went home to pampanga over the weekend, saw the tree, saw the blinking lights, and felt the sudden urge to listen to something light, something a bit whoa Christmas-y, yes. haha. i popped in a cassette tape (yeah, those from the eighties! kinda gives it a more homey feeling, you suppose?) with what sounds like a school-full of little children doing their too cute versions of the carols. better than those falsettoed and modulated voices of adults, if you ask me. i think i should also mention that i ended up singing with the kid choir while i washed my school uniform.

(cant find them kids choir on the innernet, sucks)

yepper. after about four years of.. not exactly dissing.. um, i guess, not caring.. yes, that is a more suited term, not caring about it, i find that i like Christmas again. told you twas weird.

Bitch For A Day

Me and my thoughtless mouth. Boy, don’t I wish I had a bit more tact installed in my genetic makeup sometimes.

***

Setting: Upper floor, CS Café

Bitch (aka me): Asa baba si M, meh kasamang kaklase. Bibili daw ng donuts or something. Dalhin ko sila dito?

X, sitting sprawled in her chair like she doesn’t have a care in the world, looks up at me.

X (aka self-proclaimed Master of the Posers): Sige lang.

I walk back down to M and company. Smile like you mean it. Plan A is to bring them up for a hello then go. Mainly to avoid as much awkwardness as possible. I never like playing intermediary between two groups.

Bitch: Sa taas si X. Gusto n’yo umakyat?

A very short, very awkward pause.

So much for plan A.

I look to M, he is after all a friend of X’s. NR. As in insipid equals facework. A bit evasive, too, I think. Like something goes restless in his mind. I kinda figure he doesn’t wanna go.

Time for Plan B. Plan B is to say whatever shit that comes to mind.

Bitch: Marami sila sa taas eh, baka di tayo kasya. Sama na muna ko sa inyo mag-donut.

I’m good with white lying most times.

We walk. They eat. I’m not a fan.

After bugging ate tindera of donuts and a few random LOLs, I go back to where X is. I tell her about how M was a bit on the unresponsive side a while ago when I asked them, him specifically, to come up see her. They had a bit of a fall out earlier this semester; I think she’d like to know. Then, she goes all agitated. Score one for my big mouth.

We get up, still talking about M. She throws in a few threats of what she’d do to him if fate brings their paths across again.

X: Naku, wag lang nya ko aayaing mag-lunch. Tatablahin ko talaga sya.

The best comeback I could manage for that is a nervous laugh.

I try to digress from the topic, but fate is already spinning its wheels. And I have to say it’s got awfully great timing. Awful being the operative word.

We cross the Falcon Bridge and there he is. M. Damn.

I smile a big one at him.

Now, don’t run off misjudging me. I do like the guy. I spent my (minute) part in the previous conversation with X defending M. Or at least I tried to. I just kept my mouth shut mostly as X can be a piece of work when she wants to prove a point.

Anyway, M calls out to X, but X just moves along like she doesn’t hear a thing. Talk about MYOB.

I shake my head to X once we’re out of sight.

Bitch: Dapat sinoli mo na yung calculator nya kanina.

I meant it as a joke. M has lent her his calculator weeks ago and I keep teasing her to return it herself but she always refuses pointedly.

She digs it out of her bag and I start to panic. She makes the motion of going back but I tug at her bag and don’t let go. Score another one for my tactlessness.

I give her an incredulous look.

Bitch: You’re not serious? Uwi na tayo.

I pull at her bag but she doesn’t budge from her spot.

Bitch: Tara, uwi na tayo, next year mo na yan ibalik.

X: Ngayon na. Isosoli ko na to.

I sense a tantrum coming and with big eyes, I shake my head to her.

Bitch: No. *toot*, ano ka ba, blood pressure mo.

X: O, ayan, ikaw magbigay.

She tries to hand me the calculator but I say no.

Bitch: Joke lang yung kanina!

X: Pag di mo to binalik, ako magbabalik sa kanya.

Her voice is calm but she looks half determined and sorta half crazy.

Bitch: What? No!

I take the calculator. I get creeps thinking what would happen if these two meet now. M doesn’t strike me as the vocally passionate type, but still, I’m almost positive people will have something to look at if I let them settle their shit in Falcon Bridge, no less! especially now that X is hovering frighteningly close to her fight-like-a-real-bitch mode. By this time, my adrenaline is running around like a madman.

Bitch: Lammo, uwi na lang tayo! Ibibigay ko sa kanya to next year, promise!

X: Hindi. Ngayon na.

Bitch: Hinde, uwi na tayo. Next week isosoli ko na sya! Hahanapin ko si *toot* at ibabalik ko na sya, promise.

X: Akin na. Ako na magbibigay.

Bitch: NO! *toot*, don’t do this to me. You’re putting me on a spot!

X: I am not! Akin na, ako magbibigay.

I hide it behind my back and try a different approach. With what I hope is strong conviction, I act like I’m exasperated at her for being so silly to want what she wanted right that moment.

Bitch: Hinde. We’ll go home na. Ngayon na.

She just looks at me with no apparent expression.

Sigh. I give. I don’t think I was very much convincing anyway.

Bitch: Come on, *toot*, do this for me. Let’s just go home. Please?

She stops a second.

X: Nanggigigil lang ako sa kanya. Masusuntok ko talaga sya!

She sounded a bit desperate saying that. I look at her and I just know I didn’t anymore have a choice.

Bitch: Fine.

I go back to M in the bridge and hand him the calculator. He knows something is up and I hate being the one to talk to him about it. I’m no good with confrontations. At least with those that involve those wearisome little things, emotions they call 'em.

M is all confused the whole time.

I cut the visit short and give him an apologetic smile. I really think he’s a good guy, you know. I’m just still unsure what caused all this falling out. Maybe it was a whole series of misunderstanding for both parties. I don’t know, but I have this ridiculous question of why can’t everybody just get along?

I do know though which part of the equation I stand on.

I sneak up behind X and slap my hands on her shoulders heavily. I give her a dreary, tired smile.

Bitch: I was so your bitch today.

slow motion

I only got a few songs this time, but I really wanted to flood you with e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g I liked since the last playslist. I just had to narrow things down with (strictly) full length tracks. It ain't fun listenng to 30-second snippets, I tell you.



KT Tunstall is adorable. I heard this once in the radio and forgot all about it until I watched Grey's Anatomy's first season again. (What? It's not like it's a crime to do some re-watching when you're bored shitless. Add that up to the shortage of episodes all the good shows are suffering from 'cause of the writer's picket and I'm basically agonizing over it all. Damn, I'm impatient.) Grey's really has good songs. Well, some of them are.

Swallowed in the Sea is a beautiful track from XandY. Please know that I rarely call something beautiful. That might give you an idea of what I'm talking about here.

God, Boys Like Girls are starting to make a following. I hate it. I'm way too selfish. I want them all for myself. Ditto that for The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. Your Guardian Angel was a pick of mine long before people trashed it to mainstream. Ugh. (Songs that're supposed to be in this list: Facedown and Hero/Heroine. Vewwy nice tracks.)

Slow Motion. Furrrrrck. I just had an orgasm. LOL

Jamie Scott, saw him on MTV. He kinda sounds like John Mayer when he's not falsetto-ing. I dig John Mayer. Like a grave. Dude.

MCR's Disenchanted is.. it just is. "It was a lie when they smiled and said you won't feel a thing." That's my shoutout in Friendster. Like you care.

ube day, part 2

ube day

When I was deciding on what to wear to school this morning and ended up with this certain purple/lavender/violet/and-every-gay-color-related top, I was above more than positive I'll be the only person in the whole university strutting in the screaming color of the famed Philippine delicacy. But I'll be damned, there were about 20 or so guys and gals in shirts of a wide range of shades of the color I basically only figure as violet. I just had to point at one when I saw one and groan inwardly. Oh for the love of everything good. Did they really have to pick this day to wear that color?



People who noticed (and I like to think everyone did) threw comments in the air: "Makulay ata tayo ngayon?" or a rather sarcastic one: "Ayaw mag-violet?" Somebody actually said: "I like your shirt, fave color ko!" and even the weird: "Ang cute nung design, parang Hogwarts crest." It may have seemed amusing to me at the time, but I just had to reply to everyone who asked: "Hindi to violet -- UBE."

Lol.

skipping

Leche yang SA sa CL16. Nabaliw ako sa kanya.

Una: Sinabi ko na ngang bukas na pasahan, desperado na 'ko at lahat, wala pa rin. Kamura-mura s'ya. Akalain mong makiki-save na lang ng sarili kong gawa (project sa DBMS) sa flash drive ko, naginarte na. Nagsuplada. 'Di naman kaputian ang ngipin. Leche.

So given na na disabled 'yung usb port sa terminal ko (actually, mas tamang term ata dun ay sira), at least man lang sana pumayag s'yang sa terminal na lang n'ya i-save. Ayaw pa rin. May network naman dun malamang, Computer Lab yun. Hello.

Pangalawa: Nakita ko si Marcelo, kaklase ko sa DBMS, naghahanap ng diskette. Bakit 'kako. Magsa-save daw s'ya ng project (one and the same) sa CL16 kasi 'di pwede and usb. What? Pwede pala ang diskette 'di man lang sinabi sa'kin nung SA? Peste talaga. Basag na ba eardrums n'ya kakasalpak ng headset sa mga tenga n'ya at 'di n'ya ko narinig nung sinabi kong desperado na ko?

Bili akong diskette. Buti tig-limang piso lang dun sa mga net shop na nagkalat sa San Marcelino. Pero 'wag ka, pagdating kong Cl16, walang tao. Asan na kaya nakipaglandian 'yung babaeng 'yun?

Pasok muna 'ko. Todo reklamo pa ako tungkol sa SA sa CL16 sa lahat ng nakikita kong kaklase. Tango lang sila. Sabi ni Isabel, isa ko pang classmate sa DBMS, dahil daw may phobia ata si SA sa memory stick, pwede daw magpa-print na lang CL16 basta may bond paper ka. So pwede rin pala 'yun? 'Nak ng tokwa. Anong part ba ng desperado na ko and 'di n'ya na-gets?

Naasar talaga ko. Sana man lang nag-offer s'ya ng ibang solusyon para ma-save ko 'yung project. Or at least man lang nagpakita s'ya ng pakikiramay. Kahit facial expression lang ok na sa'kin eh. Pero wala. Natawag pa s'yang SA, ang sama naman ng pakikitungo n'ya sa mga estudyante ng lab na 'yun. Mas mabait pa yung mga SA sa canteen no. Kahit mahirap trabaho nila, sila nangiti, nagtatanong, nakikisama.

Dun sa SA, don't act like you're above other people merely because they need something from you, because you're not. You are so not. Circumstances say I go to you now, but if it was otherwise, I wouldn't give a fuck if you burn in hell.

famous (not last) words

if they luvv u

like they sayy they do.. nuthin will change that.


ur big news will NEVER faze them.


they wont even flinchhh.

- from somebody who thinks way above average *thanks*

nausea days

16:56:00
21 November 2007
Axis' room, Gali residence, Paranaque
fondo nombre: Life, Our Lady Peace

Ateng,

Ola! (Like the good student I am, I will faithfully practise my Español from now on.)
It's already been a fornight and I haven't, for the life of me, seen hair nor hide of you anywhere en la universidad! And, goodness, what a fortnight it has been - between adjusting to mi nuevo cursos (not to mention mi nuevo catedraticos who're plain pain in the ass) and all that jazz, I think I may be going loco. Anyhow, I'm just muy alegre that we got to hang out today and see hermano Troy and Felicidad (Felicity, lol) again.

I've missed you mucho!
Quinn

pop art

~ another flair of colors ~

since i am on a streak...

... let's have some more of Vernonica Mars. Yeah, before we all say goodbye (I still can't fuckin believe they chucked the show). Got clips off of the released dvd and I'm positively tingling and I'm still freakin missing the third season and I now hate them pirates for being so sluggish and I'm just plain in need.



Holy crap! She's an FBI agent! It's so bitin. I am definitely gonna miss her. *sad*



All I'm gonna say, whoever you are, you s e r i o u s l y have to watch this shit. Coolness.

the hardest part of this

I suppose one of the reasons why I listen to My Chemical Romance - apart from Way, of course - is that their songs are ... weird. There's just NO other word for it. I mean, don't tell me you've listened to Mama and wasn't creeped out by the music, the words, and the insane way Gerard Way sings. Come on! He sings like an effing pyschiatric patient. He writes like an effing pyschiatric patient. Majorly disturbed is so an understatement. And then they go about including Liza Minnelli in the album? What's up with that? And I'll give you head if you can tell me one other artist that does concept albums these days. Okay, so I'll probably give head if you were able to think of Nine Inch Nails or Dream Theater, but what-the, they ain't the type of music I listen to. Too ... psychedelic(?)



I've listened to this song for no less than 50 times today (thank god for the repeat button in my player's remote)that I'm quite sure I have the words correct, and that's without even using a pen. MCR, they may not be picked first in any of my playlists but they sure as hell could go last.


check this out:

from Sean in buzzgrinder.com

This chart got like 900 comments. I think it's pretty funny. What I also think is pretty funny is the way each person 'argued' their point, if you could call telling each other to kill themselves 'arguing'. I'm sure there are more than numerous David Bowie fans out there, and some may not appreciate comparing him with MCR, but one of the responses in the site said it smack right for y case: "This chart is accurate, but I'd listen to MCR over David Bowie any day." I am in no way being condescending to David Bowie and fans here, I'm just saying that I didn't grow up hearing Space Oddity blazing in the background, I didn't age to present 21 swapping casette tapes of Ziggy Stardust with long-time chums, and I don't think I ever bothered to find out if the original Under Pressure track was a collaboration of whom with whom until I heard the cover last year, which I think is as brilliant as the original (fuck you twice Vanilla Ice!) That's also probably why I may never have the profound ability to appreciate David Bowie's songs as much as you fans of his think I should.

Turn away
If you could get me a drink
Of water cause my lips are chapped and faded
Call my Aunt Marie
Help her gather all my things
And bury me
In all my favorite colors,
My sisters and my brothers, still,
I will not kiss you,
Cause the hardest part of this,
Is leaving you.

Now turn away,
Cause I'm awful just to see
Cause all my hair's abandoned all my body,
All my agony,
Know that I will never marry,
Baby, I'm just soggy from the chemo,
But counting down the days to go.
It just ain't living
And I just hope you know,

That if you say
Good-bye today
I'd ask you to be true
Cause the hardest part of this,
Is leaving you

Cause the hardest part of this,
Is leaving you

all hail to mars

One big shiit! I just found out today that Kristen Bell (aka my female counterpart)is in HEROES! I am sooo happy! *grinning like a fool*

She's gonna be playing a new character, Elle, for a multi-episode arc of the series' second season. She'll be seen on 13 eppies "as of now", which means it's all undecided yet and she could be appearing for a longer time!

Elle is said to be a " a sexy, mysterious young lady who has ties to the supposed death of Peter, H.R.G.'s past and the future of Claire." Variety also says "Elle will kick off her arc by committing a serious crime, though it's unclear whether she's good or bad." Bell also revealed, "I have a really awesome power." Ooooh. Well, we all know Peter's not gonna die, right? Nuh-uh. What, we don't? Fine. Anyway, putting aside my dumb question of who H.R.G. is, I think it'll be pretty interesting if she goes weevil, won't it?

Some more news: In the interview Bell seems to confirm reports that she'd turned down a role on Lost this season, and decided to do Heroes instead. "How do you make the decision between [Lost and Heroes]? Basically, being able to stay in [Los Angeles] was a little bit of a factor for me [in terms of turning down Lost]," said Bell, who noted, "I was honored to even be considered by Lost. I really, really was, because I love that show." Bell said pre-existing friendships with several Heroes cast members helped begin conversations between her and that show, including a talk she had with Zachary Quinto ("Sylar") on a train ride back from Comic-Con last month, in which she told him she'd love to work on the series.

See! She really is some hotstuff these days, ain't she! And she's friends with Sylar! I wonder when Heroes is gonna nab ME for a role?

right about now

omigoodness. im like the most foul-mouthed person i know and now im getting shivers up and down my back in this net shop hearing this dude, fuckin right beside me, cussing his lungs out to his headphones, having a most colorful fight with his..his.. ionno! the other name on the ym is edgar! muddafurrrrk!!!! i think hes drunk! he smells like it too! everybodys lookin at him already! ooh scary! im having fun!

naulan

punyeta.
martes. sumakit na naman ang ulo ko. ewan ko ba, tuwing tuesday ng hapon na lang laging parang binibiyak ang ulo ko. last time nakdagdag pa si cuevas ('yung tech writing prof ko na pustiso na ang ngipin at tingin ko eh silahis pero meh anak, then again you can be gay and have kids, can't you?). leche. leche s'ya. ang tindi ng kirot sa sintido 'pag naririnig ko s'yang magbigay ng mga sangkatutak n'yang assignments. sabi nga ni marie, "i'm headache!" feeling ko tuloy minsan hindi lang si harry and meh konek kay you-know-who. 'lammo 'yun?

uwian ko na. 'di ko na binalak pang pasukan si cuevas this time. so technically, uwian ko na. yey. kaso naulan. peste, kaninang pag-alis ko ng bahay tirik na tirik ang araw ta's ngayon uulan? anong klaseng weather meron ang pilipinas? imagine, 21 years na 'ko dito pero 'di ko pa rin ma-memorize ang takbo ng panahon. ano na lang sasabihin ni ernie? baron?

isinusumpa ko ang araw; mahal ko ang ulan. pero naman, 'yoko din ng nagbibitbit ng payong! hassle times 2. cubed pa. hay. walang choice kun'di sumugod. hinayaan ko na sila olan at khriska dun sa hot pink na payong nila. mahal ko naman ang ulan. sana lang mahalin din ako ng ulan. at bigyan ng warning kung kelan n'ya na-trip-ang mag field trip sa earth.

pagbaba ko sa fx, naulan pa rin. lumakas pa 'ata. fuck. medyo meh kahabaan pa lalakarin ko, 'di kakayanin ng tonsil kung susugod. mukhang magtatagal ako sa ilalim ng lrt ah. hala, sige, hintay. hintay lang. titila din yan. hintay pa. pasensya. kaya yan. konti na lang. tangingang shet. nadaanan na ko ng lahat ng kulay at klase ng payong at lahat pero 'di pa rin natila. two minutes na lang at babaha na sa taft. oras na para sa plan b.

ayun si aleng tindera, pasulyap sulyap sa'kin. kung di lang naulan, sasabihin kong meh pagnanasa s'ya sa'kin, pero hindi. labas akong singkwenta. malutong. "ate, pabiling payong!" smile si aleng tindera. benta ang huling payong n'ya ng walang ka-effort-effort. "50 lang, 'nak." hmm. mukha namang desente ang estado ng payong ni ate. divisoria o baclaran? pagbukas ko ng color lumot green na payong, what-the-fak. parang minsang gamitan lang at 'di na ulit s'ya magbubukas. daig pa ang diaper sa pagiging disposable. goodluck naman sa'kin. ok lang. at least, nawaglit sa isip ko na masakit pala ang ulo ko.

lakad. iwas sa kulay jebs na tubig na naiipon unti-unti sa mga biyak sa kalsada. eww. pasok ako sa nadaanan kong net shop. kelangan mag-research para sa pol gov. ano daw ang reaksyon ko sa naging hatol sa kaso ni erap. since hindi naman ako fan ni erap, pelikula o politika, todo search naman ako sa google. bahala na. pamamanghain ko na lang si sir gamit ang aking incredible vocab skills. o di ba. ang sipag kong gumawa ng assignment kahit madyo basa ang medyas at masuka-suka sa sakit ng ulo. kung alam ko lang na 'di pala papasok si sir kinabukasan. pendejo.

nakauwi akong bahay sa wakas. tinapos 'yung pol gov at naprint. kinabukasan na ng mapansin kong nawawala 'yung bago kong payong. naiwan ko 'ata sa net shop, 'di na kasi naulan ng pag-uwi ko. ni hindi ko naisip na balikan pa 'yung payong dun. kahit nagde-decompose na at lahat, sigurado akong napag-interesan na 'yun ng mga kagaya kong tamad magdala ng payong. o kaya pinick-up na ng isang bata para ibente dun kay aleng tindera ng payong. aba't recyclable din pala 'yung payong ko. hay. sayang 50. isang meal ng shark's fin din 'yun sa pao tsin. free iced tea pa kung sa school ako nabili.

ang tanong: mahal ko pa ba ang ulan? oo naman.

ayaw mag-picture?

con - ceit [kuh n-seet]
- noun
1. an excessively favorable opinion of one's own ability, importance, wit, etc.



. . . surely, they weren't talking about looks when they mentioned etc?

Apung Gari

On her birthday a few years back, my grandmother had told us that the one thing she asks the lord was to let her reach 80 years old before she keeled over and died. She was a fairly healthy lady at 70+ so we only thought of her little death wish as silly.

Now, t's been a fortnight and some since we, the fam, buried lola. I won't speak for the rest of us but I can't say I didn't expect this happening. I mean, she was 81 and all. And she kept making visits to the hospital these past months, a little more than her doctors liked. Or, admittedly, we, for that matter. Seems like lola got her wish.

I don't know, but remembering lola, for me, is better if I thought about those days when she wasn't glued to her bed, like she had been most times the couple of weeks before she let go. It's definitely a lot less depressing if I think back to the lola that had virtually no qualms in saying antak in front an eight-year-old with a booming voice that carried through six houses past ours. Or the lola who wanted her daughter to bring her back some "stainless" longganisa from the market. Or the lola who, while waiting in a semi-classy restaurant for a table to be free, would sit down at another's and make chitchat with total strangers like they were friends since World War II. Yeah, my lola could be a piece of work if she wanted to. People LOVED her for that. I still do, matter of fact. I wish I had her guts. The kind of wit and humor and charm that she had.

Lola never got mad at me. At least, as far as I remember. But why would she? I was the favorite apo! No offense to my brothers and Jovane (only cousin) but this IS a fact. I mean, is Keannu Reeves queer or what? Being the second grandchild, I grew up being lolo's "adopted kid". I slept in their house, in their bed every (and I really do mean every) night. The wooden balcony in front of their house was my sandbox. When I haven't started school yet, Lola would take me to frequent trips to Manila (we lived in Pampanga), and in a few years I'd find myself grateful to her whenever on a bus trip and my brothers got motion-sickness and I didn't (and, my, wasn't I proud). I'd present my back at night to lolo and refuse to sleep till he scratched it to my satisfaction, or until his arm gets all dead.

When lolo died, I clung to lola. She'd tell me tons of stories about her experiences in life and I'd be left bizarred out of my wits by the time she finished. Her stories were always entertaining, no matter how many times I've heard them, and I was more than happy to listen for I could tell that when she tells these, she fondly relives all of the memories. Much like I am now.

I miss my lola.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
For the only grandparents I ever knew:

When it rains it pours and opens doors
And floods the floors we thought would always keep us safe and dry
And in the midst of sailing ships we sink our lips into the ones we love
That have to say goodbye

And as I float along this ocean
I can feel you like a notion that won't seem to let me go

Cause when I look to the sky something tells me you're here with me
And you make everything alright
And when I feel like I'm lost something tells me you're here with me
And I can always find my way when you are here

- Train

marie

God made a very obvious choice when he made me voluptuous; why would I go against what he decided for me? My limbs work, so I'm not going to complain about the way my body is shaped.

-marie

anak ng kaka lits, math teacher mi assumpta na maka four-inch heels agyang makalbug. bakit e na amana kang ma na ita, e yu na kukutang kanaku, e ku balu. balu ku mu, weird (im talkin bout positive weirdness) ya i marie. akilala ke first year. atatandanan ku pa section 3 ku, section 2 ya. ot pentunan na ku anyang abalu nang highest ku ketang exam a binye ng ma na! meh intimidate ku rugu (she was taller than me back then, and i was as skinny as a mop handle). buri kung isipan na akluguran ke kanita, oneng ali ata. haha.

kaklasi ke anyang second year ampong fourth year. abalu ku na potang kayabe me i marie, ALI ka pweding ali mayli. nuko, agya siguru ati kayu keng liobing, nung atin kang sakit pusu, kamate mu potang minirit (humirit) ne. angga ngeni deng jokes na keng text deng pamorward ku kareng kakilala ku, haha.

anyang meggraduate kami assumpta, ya mu ata (take note ata, so nobody gets jealous, hehe) ing ali ko melako communication. eku lulwal bale kasi kaya agyang di poste ampo i marcelino ala kung balita. marakal na ku rin kasalanan kaya: bertdey, pyesta, graduation, homecoming(?), and everything else in between. pero ali ya mimwa. madalas ku ring mamamatda baterya at e magparamdam pero ayus mu kaya.

im beginning to have a major headache trying and miserably failing to write fair kapampangan so ill end it here. this post is one of appreciation towards someone who has been there for me since, ionno, forever? i seriously hope she continues to do so. thanks marie. you deserve everything you have, i know it. im happy for you. and by the way, you with your voluptous beliefs hit the spot. ^^

harry potter frenzy

movie comes out tomorrow, the book on friday.
this week should be made harry potter week!

until we meet again

who knew.pink
If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them up
Cause they're all wrong



I'll keep you locked in my head
Until we meet again
And I won't forget you my friend
What happened?