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cause I've been biting my tongue all week. I keep on talking trash but I never say anything. And the talkin' leads to touchin' and the touchin' leads to sex And then there is no mystery left." -Rilo Kiley's Portions for Foxes Saturday, July 10, 2010
Friedheadphones Miss me? I shall be blogging soon. About college. My new guitar. Sorta love life. Boredom. Dorm life. I'm just a tad bit too busy t-day so yeah, b-bye. See you all soon.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Twenty These past few days have been very cataclysmic, to say the least. I think I just drowned myself in hardcore boredom, a relationship that, i know very well, is not and will never be right, Artline, and All-Time Low. Aside from all this, yesterday was a landslide of emotions and I don't even know why I'm blogging it. The Stupids that infest my unfortunate habitat for the past sixteen years plus twenty days more (thank God) is driving me insane with what they pin on me. They think I don't respect them. That's funny, because if we did a flashback of everything from my first baby steps to now, somewhere between that time frame, oh wait, almost everything between that time frame, they did nothing but recognize all my mistakes, highlight them, and turn them into a landmark, preaching to EVERYONE (relatives, friends, neighbors, guests, disposable helpers) like it's the Good News of the Lord. Everything I did right, they NEVER take notice. The only person I can trust, the only person I can tell whatever I'm feeling, from the subtlest to the craziest, and the only person I can openly share my achievements with is my grandfather. And if he dies, I just have no idea what will even become of me. It's like I'm in this battle. Think court drama, Boston Legal, People of the Philippines vs. Ms. Marianne Rica Agustin Dasal. No wait. Think Alice vs 3 Jabbawocks (more accurate). If he wasn't old and related to me, I'd think he's the Mad Hatter. I'd date him. He's the one thing that's always present whenever I have all these "tantrums". Last night, I teared up and for the first time that day, I did because I was so touched by what he did. And, well, yesterday, I was also sick. While morning was intense, the afternoon was just worse because I had a serious case of... Tonsilitis. Not the worst thing in the world, but I swear to God it felt like cancer. I felt so weak that I couldn't even get out of bed the moment I woke up from a single-hour afternoon sleep. It was already dinner. Normally, people lock themselves in their rooms and refuse to get out when jabbawocks lurk freely outside. I did this after letting loose razorblade retorts about how stupid they all were. Your room is a safe zone, your best hiding place when you feel like everyone just has to shut the hell up. And the door, when locked, activates this force field so no creature could ever come and get you. I'll tell you what he did since I know for sure it made me cry like a baby-- He searched the whole house for the key just to hand me dinner. Wednesday, May 12, 2010
UNREAL The words are there, but they’re hardly seen. A rugged boy like you meets a clueless me. And I can’t grasp what I’m seeing here. Maybe it’s the risk that I feel. It’s unreal. Smiling as I read a message from you. You think of me as I think of you. I know it’s crazy, but love makes people crazy. The rest of the world leaves the view. And now all that’s left is you. You’re unreal. Can’t stop feeling safe when I’m around you Though I know it’s dangerous to fall. And it’s clear That you’re like gravity And I’m destined to be pulled. I’m not terrified looking into your eyes. Your unreal. I don’t know if you feel it, But there’s magic everytime our senses meet The current shocks me, I feel complete, And I can no longer take control. Who I used to be is not me anymore. I finally know what my heart is for. You wrote “I Love You” on the palm of my hand With a permanent marker, our feet in the sand. You take me away from all my worries and fears. You’re a risk I would take cause it’s clear That you’re unreal. Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Dear Noynoy, I'll be watching you. I hope people would see what a huge mistake they had done. I hope you get ousted. I hope your "partner" tv network gets bad tv ratings. Who wants to migrate with me? Let's flee to outer space and vote for GREEN unidentified life forms. I am so done with politics. I want to disown my country! Enough said. Sunday, May 9, 2010
i wanna buy you everything except cologne, cause it's poison    Favorite track off the album.
Tumblr-ing.  Maryan, calm down. It's ok to Tumblr when you still Blogger.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
yes, i'm questioning your badassness Puck's my favorite Glee character. :D MAY 10, 2010 You know you're insanely STUPID if you vote Noynoy or Erap for president. And that, my friends, is my stand on the upcoming elections three days from now. You're worse if you root for Gibo and eventually vote for any of the two BECAUSE YOU DON'T THINK GIBO WILL WIN. What if you actually had the power to set him in position? I think it's just SAD that people vote for the presidentiable with either a) a catchy jingle *cough*villar*cough* or b) influential relatives *cough*aquino*cough*. Noynoy Aquino is the biggest problem this political battle has. Aside from the fact that he's somewhat retarded, he doesn't have what it takes to be president. As politician, what had he done to benefit this country. He is probably one of the government's weakest links, and yet, just because his mother, a legendary woman, died, he decides to embark on presidential campaigns. Alone, he may set an example of clean governance for six years. BUT PRESIDENTS DO NOT WORK ALONE. He may be influenced by his administration team who will eventually unleash the dirt for him. A puppet president. Jose P. Laurel. The Japanese are long gone, but history may repeat itself.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
party like a nocturnal I notice a lot of people going nocturnal lately. So, here's a little something. We're nowhere exactly near Brooklyn, but don't we take the streets all night cause we sleep all day? Oh wait, did I mention it's from ATL? It is. And it also roxx my soxx. :D I love double x's, apparently.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Monosodium Glutamate  If you haven’t seen the original Korean movie yet, I bet you the whole universe you’re gonna love the American version. Erm, so what if it’s a remake, haters?
Of course, the comparison between the two may be inevitable, but, I just think the remake deserves a lot more credit than what is now being given to it. The Korean movie was brought to Hollywood and was introduced to a much wider audience. Thus, getting more benefits, and receiving more credit and praise… which is why I don’t think it’s fair that the American version is consistently being booed by the public. FTR, I haven’t seen the Korean movie yet. But I’m sure it’s praise-worthy, anyway. The endless connections.
It took time to see.
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The headphones have been fried. I, unlike the world, am a very weird homo sapien. Yeah, I talk... I breathe... I do stuff that human beings are expected to do. Well, I'm not just that. Secretly, I am the reincarnated form of Mata Hari. If you believe that, praise yourself-Stupidity is priceless. Nah... I'm just kidding. I'm actually just your average chick from the same planet you are in. Here's the catch, though: I have this really unbelievable, incredible lust for David Cook (hah!)... spoken like the ultimate groupie. I don't think I'd ever get to see someone as hot as him. I mean, seriously? Dude's got everything. He plays the guitar with his left hand, for Chrissake. If there's ever that human being who would shatter every male's ego because of envy, he's it.  |