hell

crap.


crap.


crap.


crap.


and crap.



hey....waddaya know MORE friggin' crap!!!



fabulous.


ARGH!

what's in a name?

Your Drag Queen Name is: NuPaul

Get your own Drag Queen Name

Your Stripper Name is: Trixie

Get your own Stripper Name

Your Porn Star Name is: Jenny Jiggles

Get your own Porn Star Name

Your Girl Parts Are Named: Furby

Get your own Sex Name

Your Boobies' Names Are: Elvis

Get your own Boobie Names

where to start? where to start? hmmmn...

drag queen name first. soooo disappointing. i was aiming for something like, "CHI-CHI, the latina lover." oh, well.

stripper name. again, totally disappointing. i think of myself as a natasha. yeah. DEFINITELY a natasha. oh hell yeah!

next up, porn star name. wahahaha! oh i definitely like this one. im ABSOLUTELY a jenny jiggles. don't you think so too?

my thingy's name. FURBY. hmmmn...it's ok, i guess. better than it having no name.

and last, but not the least, my beloved boobies` name... ELVIS?! are you kidding me?! my boobies deserve better names than that.

must...go...to...bed.

BUT

don't...wanna.

still...hafta...post...new...entries.

eyelids...REALLY...heavy.


*** snores***

YEY day, today! hey hey!

im really getting into this whole blogging thing. uhh...can you say "ADDICT?" wheeeeee! no, seriously. this thing is so freakishly addicting, it's not even funny.

i got me-self a punk-ass MESSAGE BOARD today (thanks abbie!). and ooh ohhh!!! i got my "current" favorite song on the background. i have abbah to thank for that naman (woot! woot!). HOW PURDY IS THAT?! all i need now is pictures of my UBER GORGEOUS face (or not...=P) and it's all set.

i'm so happy i'm ALMOST teary-eyed. =D

long overdue

Are you aware of what you make me feel, baby
Right now I feel invisible to you, like I'm NOT REAL
Didn't you feel me lock my arms around you
Why'd you turn away?
Here's what I have to say

I was left to cry there, waiting outside there
Burning with a lost stare
That's when I decided

WHY SHOULD I CARE?!
'Cuz you weren't there when I was scared
I was so ALONE
You, you NEED to LISTEN
I'm starting to trip, I'm losing my grip
And I'm in this thing alone

Am I just some chick you place beside you
to take somebody's place?
When you turn around can you recognize my face
You used to love me, you used to hug me
But that wasn't the case
Everything wasn't okay

I was left to cry there, waiting outside there
Burning with a lost stare
That's when I decided

Why should I care
'Cuz you weren't there when I was scared
I was so alone
You, you need to listen
I'm starting to trip, I'm losing my grip
And I'm in this thing alone

Crying out loud
I'm crying out loud
Crying out loud
I'm crying out loud
Open your eyes
Open up wide

Why should I care
'Cuz you weren't there when I was scared
I was so alone
Why should I care
'Cuz you weren't there when I was there
I was so alone

Why should I care
If you don't care then I don't care
We're not going anywhere

WHY SHOULD I CARE?!
'Cuz you weren't there when I was there
I was so ALONE
Why should I care
If you don't care THEN I don't care
We're not going anywhere


*** LOSING GRIP, avril lavigne

ashton kutcher, butterflies, and insipidity.

seen BUTTERFLY EFFECT today. and is ashton kutcher H-O-T hottttttttt or what?! (oooooh..that rhymes =D) i dint get to finish it though. well, i ALMOST.

i liked the movie. i kindov like the idea that i could go through my life again and redo things. there are a few minor set-backs with doing that though. BUT STILL. and nosebleeding?! hah. i'm not even teeny-tiny-lil-bit scared. hey, my nose bleeds all the time...and i mean, ALL THE TIME. and no, it's not broken. it bleeds because...well...just because.

anyway, you must think i regret alot of things. well.... you aren't wrong, but, you aren't right either. there are some things that i kindov supposed to have done but didn't. either i was too sissy to do it, or i just didn't know it was the right thing to do that time. tanga eh. not saying that i aint now. tanga pa rin. as always. a bit wiser now though. but, tanga still.

hmmmmmmn....i need to finish the movie. i think im about two-thirds into it.

ugh. labo.

must.....rest.

mind.....not.....working.....well.....AGAIN!

UGH.

shutthefuckup and other profanities

i've never heard someone cuss as vulgar as she does! and she's only 17! for pete's sake! no one could ever have THAT much anger. man! is she even aware of the things she's saying?! yeah, i cuss. i got friends who cuss. but we know when to stop. i think she isn't even aware that you hafta stop sometime. i guess there are no "tongue-brakes" in her world.

i've been reading an acquaintance' blog to get some ideas about writing. you see, im kindov just starting to write. i knew i had a penchant for it but didn't give it much attention until now. there's still a lot of words i hafta learn and since i knew she's really good with words, i opted to peek at her blogs instead of asking for her help (yeah, pride talking.). after reading all that, i knew i should've just asked for her help instead. believe me when i say IT SCARED THE CRAP OUTTA ME!!! (i know....TOTALLY my fault. am i allowed to say, "sorry?")

i hafta admit. i was kindov amused at first. well, not til i got to the fourth page. and the next. and the next. mehn! Cuh-reeeeepppppyyyyyyy!

oh geez. i better get something outta this. im still shaking.

to have loved and lost

"you were everything, everything that i wanted
we were meant to be, supposed to be but we lost it
all of our memories so close to me just fade away
ALL THESE TIME YOU WERE PRETENDING
SO MUCH FOR MY HAPPY ENDING...."
- my happy ending
avril lavigne


i tried to save what's left. i tried to bring it all back. i tried hard. REAL hard. but fate doesn't seem to agree with me. and neither do you. i never wanted to let go. not ever. but you left me no choice. you said you've had enough. it was then when i knew i had to let you go. i had to go away even if it hurts me. and it hurts. alot. so bad. but that's fine as long as you're happy. no worries. i'll be fine. from now on, you're free....


***posted on my MySpace blog dated 081704

MORON-diments

Sitting in a café, reading your favorite paperback while waiting for your friend. Here comes the waiter. He trips. Spills that grande iced latte he’d just cleared from the other table. But wait! He didn’t just spill it on you, the darn-blasted latte found its way to your cream-colored jogging pants you’d just bought yesterday. Initial reaction was, you stood up, and screamed at the waiter for being such a klutz while trying to wipe away the spill that he made on your pants.

The waiter picks himself up, looks for a napkin to wipe your pants with while saying his sincerest apologies. You looked at him. Stared. He looks familiar. Then it dawned on you…he’s the same guy you’ve been stalking (in a non-pervert kind of way) everytime you go jogging in the park. You gently pat him on his shoulders then say you’ve accepted his apologies. By this time, you totally forgot about your cream-colored pants you had to save your two-months-salary for.

He sits with you and asks what he can do to make up for his stupidity. He thinks for a while then asks you out for dinner. You thought for a second. Just a second. You realized you had just been recently single and it’s now safe to go out with another guy. You accepted his invitation. He asks for your number, which you gladly gave. Then comes your friend who’s already 15 minutes late.

By 4:00 in the afternoon you got home. The phone rings almost immediately after you closed the door. It’s him. The moron who spilled latte on your pants. He asks if he could pick you up at 7:00. You declined. You said you’d just meet him at the restaurant.

7:00pm. Italian restaurant a few blocks from the café. As soon as the taxi stopped you saw him. Waiting by the restaurant’s door, he’s wearing a suit. You ask yourself, “is it just me or is he really gorgeous?” He saw you. Walked to your taxi, opened your door. “It’s going to be one hell of a night,” you told yourself. And it was.

of crammers and free-thinkers

i had just got off instant messenger with my cousin who needed help with her essay. an essay she had to pass two hours from now. talk about cramming! most people would say that two hours is more than enough time to make an essay. well, yeah if you're already in school and all you needed was to pass the final paper. here's the thing. she's still an hour away from school (that is, if there's no traffic), she had to write (and i mean, hand-written) a rough draft aside from the two final papers she had to pass. am i allowed to say now that she's in deep crap?!

being the ate that i am, i knew i had to help her. suffice to say, i ended up doing most of her essay... which is, not a bad thing. besides, i am in the mood to write. i just hope i'd made her an A+ essay.

consintidora ba? well, i made it clear that im just helping her because she's already in deep crap. this will only happen once and told her that if she needed my help again, it must not be because she's already cramming. besides, i need more than two hours to make an A+ essay.

it's 19 past 2. i need to get some shut eye.

at long last

i didn't know anything about web logging until last year when my cousin introduced me to MySpace. it is kindov Friendster-like but with more features, one of which, is the blog. she knew that i had a penchant for writing and that i needed a place where i could vent out.

a few months later, a friend invited me to check out her blog. and so i did. i wow-ed over how she had done her blog page. since then i dreamed of having my own blog. and being the "computer-idiot" that i am, i didn't know there were free blog hosts where i could make my own blogsite without really having the knowledge of web designing or whatever the crap they call it. (see? computer idiot.)

i got to talk to a stranger a while ago, which is rare, because i dont usually talk with strangers. he was kindov intrigued with my nick, which was philopolemic_heiny by the way, and sent me a message. he seemed like he was decent enough to talk with, so we did. he gave me his blog address but didn't check it out yet. we didn't get to talk much though 'cause i had to leave for an errand. when i got back, i went OL immediately and see if he's still OL but he wasn't there so i looked at his blog instead. i was amused with one of his entries. i knew i had to leave a comment. and besides, i had to say sorry for leaving abruptly. the thingy (again, computer idiot) said i can't leave a comment unless i become a blog member. i signed up, left a comment, and the rest, as we say, is history.

whoopee!