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Hello Star Shine! Monday, Mar 30 2009
I’m back! Okay, it’s been sometime since my last post and there’s a logical, reasonable explanation for that.
One that I cannot say. Think of it as a, “If you knew, then I’d have to kill you” thing. Extreme? Yes, but necessary.
In any case, it’s summer time!
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, break out those swimming gear and get ready for a bout of heat waves hot enough to match yourselves! (Dang, James’ ego is really rubbing off.)
Steering bak unto the topic at hand, the (partial) reason for my absence is summer and its not-so accursed er…events.
First weekend of the summer, my parents literally whisked us away to the Thunderbird Resort. Personally known for its freezing temperature but oh-so wonderful jacuzzi. Don’t get me started on the pool… Which was renovated!
Instead of black marble, it’s now a smooth kind of brown stone. Less slippery than the marble and much more fitting with the surroundings.
The overall trip was fun except when a bunch of guys ogled me by the pool. Needless to say, I didn’t go swimming after that.
This Saturday was our Taekwondo Promotion Test! Let me just get this out:
WHOO! RED BELT! ADVANCED! OH YEAH!
Okay, I’m good. The official results haven’t come out yet; it will around the fourth of April. A bit earlier if we’re lucky. I messed up some parts and I hope that Sir didn’t see. He probably did.
SUCK IT. Friday, Mar 6 2009
As we move through the world, caught up in what we have given and will give, we forget that others have made sacrifices similar to ours. Sometimes larger, sometimes more willing.
– Unknown
I have officially taken up two sets of school work. My own and little brother’s. I’m not going to say that I’m doing this because I care. Frankly, I don’t. I was told to tutor my brother every day. It takes up my time when I would rather be on the computer doing what I want to do. Actually, I’m tutoring him right now. I look up exercises for him. I check multiple worksheets I wrote by hand and check by hand.And those are merely my obligations to him.
Let’s see what else I have to do.
- Forum work – I help out in maintaining a forum. Plus I have two other accounts there. One is my original account and the other is participating in a very important tournament.
- School work – I’d write it separately but this list may go on forever and you readers will tire of my ranting. But trust me, this is a lot by itself.
- Taekwondo – The Promotion Test is coming up and once the blue batch leaves, it’s up to the lower batches to continue getting those championship trophies. Somewhat boggling considering majority of the good players come from the blue batch.
- Exams – This is a league of trouble all on its own.
- UPCAT – See #4.
- Er. – *cough* Only select people will know. Or already know.
I don’t sleep well anymore. I stay up until 12-ish doing stuff that’s either for my own sake or my brother’s…or my forum. You know what, on the forum, I am one of the youngest but I have credibility like those of older members both in age and in membership.
I’M NOT LIKE SOME BRAT WHO PLAGIARIZED SOMEONE ELSE’S WORK. OH MY GOD, YOU KNOW WHO THE HELL YOU ARE, BITCH. I WILL GET YOU FOR THIS. I AM GOING TO MAKE YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL. THAT WAS MY ESSAY AND YOU DAMN WELL KNOW IT. JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN’T WRITE PROPERLY TO SAVE YOUR DAMN LIFE DOES NOT MEAN YOU COPY MY WORK. BE PREPARED BITCH, I HAVE PEOPLE IN YOUR CIRCLE OF FRIENDS READY TO STAB YOU IN THE BACK. BITCH THIS MEANS WAR.
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In any case, I won’t get any sleep anymore. Sigh.
PS: I realize that there is inconsistency in my entry. That is because I had to stop writing and when I did write again, it was already to end the rant. Now, I just want to focus on killing those bunnies and earning all 58 trophies, 4 badges and 1 card.
Our Song <3 Tuesday, Feb 24 2009
My Life 6:54 am
This is not a serious entry. The reason for this is because I am deliriously happy. Don’t ask me why, I don’t know why. Well, I know why BUT I’M NOT SHARING. Teehee. There’s something to be said about secrets.
***
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I look around, turn the radio down
He says, “Baby is something wrong?”
I say, “Nothing I was just thinking
How we don’t have a song” and he says
Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
When we’re on the phone and you talk real slow
‘Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date man, I didn’t kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, ‘fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again
I was walking up the front porch steps
After everything that day
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway, well, on my way
To my lovin’ bed
I almost didn’t notice all the roses
And the note that said:
Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
When we’re on the phone and you talk real slow
‘Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date man, I didn’t kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, ‘fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again
I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song
‘Cause our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin’ out late, tapping on his window
When we’re on the phone and he talks real slow
‘Cause it’s late and his mama don’t know
Our song is the way he laughs
The first date man, I didn’t kiss him and I should have
And when I got home, ‘fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again
Play it again, oh, yeah, oh, oh, yeah
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song
-Our Song by Taylor Swift
***
I should be doing my thesis paper. It’s due on Thursday! And yet, the endorphins that course through my body is telling me that all will be alright. I have the rest of the afternoon. And so I’m going to agree with my endorphins and write this entry! Nasty is prolly rolling her eyes at me. Yes, I realize that I have a crap conclusion and a not-long-enough introduction BUT I MUST HEED MY ENDORPHIC DESIRES. This is related to our cannot-stop-smiling conversations. My cheeks still hurt.
You’re laughing at my expense now. Glad I make your day. :D
He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel The other on my heart
I am such a pervert. The other hand is over her heart, is it?! XD
Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
When we’re on the phone and you talk real slow
‘Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know
This is no way related but: WE HAVE SCREEN DOORS AND I’M ALWAYS TOLD NOT TO SLAM THEM. LOLWHUT. XD Okay, the only person I talk to on the phone for hours on end is Francie. I LOVE YOU DEAR AND THIS IS YOUR SPECIAL MENTION. <3 I do not love you in that way though. :))
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date man, I didn’t kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, ‘fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again
I just lol at this. Maybe the “you” has such a melodic laugh. Or it sounds melodic. Sounds. Eh. Funny though. Now, I interpreted “Asking God if He could play it again” as playing the moment again like a rewind. WHICH WOULD BE TOTALLY AWESOME.
I was walking up the front porch steps
After everything that day
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Three words: ENGLISH THESIS PAPER. ktnxbai XD But the quizzes have made a good contribution.
Got to the hallway, well, on my way
To my lovin’ bed
I almost didn’t notice all the roses
And the note that said:
This is all I can say: I DID NOT MISS THEM ROSES. :)) Yes, there really was roses when I got home. A WHOLE BUNCH OF THEM. :)) And there was a single thornless rose. GUESS WHAT THE HELL THIS MEANS. I know. And I LMAO-ed at this. See, an index of flower meanings help. A lot. Why do I have weird books. Also, there was no note. :< THAT’S OKAY THOUGH. I KNOW WHO THEY WERE FROM. =)) Asshole. =))))))))))))))))
I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song
I am not a fan of radios. And I’m still not sure if we have a song. :< Tis alright! >:D<
FRANCIE, THIS IS FOR YOU. YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU. AND I WILL PUNCH YOU IN THE BOOBS WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT. :>
NASTY, THANK YOU FOR PUTTING UP WITH MY BULLSHIT. YOU’RE LIKE GOD.
Oh, Francie: Yes, I’ll be your cadet and you’ll be my officer. <3
LOL @ MILITARY REFERENCES. XD HAHA WHAT.
Mmkay. Crazy is over. I’m still smiling though. :)
A Dedication Monday, Feb 23 2009
My Life 6:56 am
Take me where I’ve never been,
Help me on my feet again.
come to those who wait.
Tell me I’m not on my own.
Tell me I won’t be alone.
Tell me what I’m feelin’ isn’t some mistake.
‘Cause if anyone can make me fall in love, You can.
Save me from myself, you can.
And it’s you and no one else.
If I could wish upon tomorrow,
Tonight would never end.
If you asked me, I would follow.
But for now, I just pretend.
‘Cause if anyone can make me fall in love, You can.
Baby, when you look at me,
Tell me, what do you see?
Are these the eyes of
someone you could love?
‘Cause everything that brought me here,
Well, now it all seems so clear.
Baby, you’re the one I’ve been dreamin’ of.
If anyone can make me fall in love, You can.
Save me from myself, you can.
And it’s you and no one else.
If I could wish upon tomorrow,
Tonight would never end.
If you asked me, I would follow.
But for now, I just pretend.
‘Cause if anyone can make me fall in love…
Only you can take me sailin’
in your deepest eyes.
Bring me to my knees and make me cry.
And no one’s ever done this,
Everything was just a lie.
And I know, yes I know…
This is where it all begins,
So tell me it’ll never end.
I can’t fool myself,
It’s you and no one else.
If I could wish upon tomorrow,
Tonight would never end.
If you asked me, I would follow.
But for now, I just pretend.
If anyone can make me fall in love, You can.
Show me that good things
come to those who wait
-You Can by David Archuleta
***
I dedicate this entry to a friend of mine. We stay BFFs, home slice! Er…Ho’s(?) before bro’s!
The world is not privvy to your feelings. You hide it and make sure no one sees. Not even the special person. No, no one sees. You lock everything up for you think showing it to the person will ruin what you have now. You can’t bear that.
Show me that good things
come to those who wait.
Will waiting help? Maybe not, but it’s all you can do right now. And it hurts you so much. Stupid tears, please stop falling.
Tell me I’m not on my own.
Tell me I won’t be alone.
Tell me what I’m feelin’ isn’t some mistake.
Reassurance is all you need. You want to be told that it’s not just some mistake, these feelings of yours. Until then, you can’t help but let doubt shroud you.
If I could wish upon tomorrow,
Tonight would never end.
If you asked me, I would follow.
But for now, I just pretend.
For now, that is. How many times have you thought of screaming his name to the heavens followed by “I love you’s”? We know what you would wish upon a falling star.
Baby, when you look at me,
Tell me, what do you see?
Are these the eyes of
someone you could love?
That’s all you wish for. “Just love me back.”
Save me from myself, you can.
And it’s you and no one else.
You want to be saved from heart ache. But it’s too late. Unless…
If anyone can make me fall in love, You can.
Does anyone know why that is? I bet everyone does. Don’t play games; so many things go wrong.
Show me that good things
come to those who wait
Reward my waiting, why don’t you.
***
I’ll be the first to admit, that this entry is horrible. But I hope the person will like it. It’s hard writing this kind of thing. Also, sorry if it sounds sort of emo. :<
I LOVE YOU DEAR AND I WISH YOU ALL THE BEST. IF HE EVER HURTS YOU, WE CAN PUNCH HIM TOGETHER. :)
AND EVEN IF YOU DON’T APPROVE, I WILL GO AFTER HIS SORRY ASS. :<
*HUG*
Movie Review: The Haunting of Molly Hartley Monday, Feb 23 2009
My Life 5:34 am
Name of the movie: The Haunting of Molly Hartley
Actors/Actresses:
- Molly Hartley played by Haley Bennett
- Joseph Young played by Chace Crawford
- Leah played by Shannon Marie Woodward
- Alexis White played by Shanna Collins
- Dr. Emerson played by Nina Siemaszko
Genre:
Horror
Synopsis:
In this tale of spell binding suspense, something evil lurks just beneath the lush surfaces of teenage girl’s private school world – and it holds the rights to her very soul. Now, on the eve of her 18th birthday, Molly Hartley is about to discover the truth of just who, or rather what, it is she is destined to become.
Review:
In the beginning, it was a cliche start but none the less, it was good. But slowly, as the story progresses, I find myself wondering, “what the crap is this?” Scenes throughout the movie reminded me of cheesy teenage dramas I sometimes watch when I have nothing better to do.
Take for example, Molly Hartley goes to Huntington (I will not say anything derogatory about this. Because it speaks for itself. Huntington?) a private prep school and in her first class, guess who notices her?
Yes, the popular, rich pretty boy. Oh, the bitchy popular girlfriend notices her too but then with the boyfriend, one would expect that. And guess what? Molly is also smart. She is not average, I mean, 4.0 GPA people! Who would’ve guessed?!
Her guide around school is a religious-nut named Alexis. She is made fun of by peers because she is on scholarship and repeatedly says, “Have you accepted Jesus into your life?” and “Everything will be better if you accept Jesus in your heart.” But you know, overall – and without the religious redundant statements – she was okay as a character. A little underdeveloped but they all were.
So moving on, Molly has panic attacks and her nose bleeds whenever this happens. I happ—
You know what. This movie isn’t even worth my damn time. It’s a sorry excuse for a horror movie and all I had to say was, “WHAT IN THE WORLD DID I JUST WATCH.” For pete’s sake, they had the cheesy bouncy teenage song at the end! What kind of horror movie is that! I can do better script writing than that!
Ever watch the episode of Family Guy where Peter watches the “tape” ? Yeah, THAT IS WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO YOU IF YOU WATCH THIS SORRY EXCUSE FOR A HORROR MOVIE.
I am now off to watch the Grudge 3 to see if I can rid myself of that horrible movie.
Score: 1.5 / 5
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Case #:19576-543 Friday, Feb 20 2009
My Life 1:55 pm
You know what. I’ll just quote something for every entry. This entry will have two seperate stories and hence, will have two seperate quotes. Here’s the first:
Though jealousy be produced by love, as ashes are by fire, yet jealousy extinguishes love as ashes smother flame.
- Margaret of Navarre
I opened my quotation dictionary (Yes, there is such a dictionary) to find a quote about risks. I will feature the one I am looking for in another entry but for now, this is more convenient. Anyway, I open the dictionary to a random page, just I always do and lo and behold, it is the first page for the category of Jealousy. I start reading and this one stood out. It made me remember of a certain chain of unpleasant events, which in my opinion is just one big heaping bowl of misunderstanding.
But your point of view may differ and so I shall vaguely explain Case #: 19576-543 (Yes, this is just a random number but it looks so wonderful.). All parties will be introduced as the story progresses and shall be referred to only as letters of the alphabet to ensure privacy.
***
Yes, I only wrote three asterisks in place of where I could put the story during a later date. I know that I did not actually write the story. There are several reasons for this; one, I do not know how to narrate it from an unbiased point-of-view as I am biased towards Exhibit A. Rightfully so, but again, I remain biased and therefore, cannot give you the full story to let readers decide which side you are on. Two, it’s horribly long and I am mentally exhausted right now. Again, I may write the full story as unbiased as I can but perhaps in the future. Three, I may go on a long tirade about this.
Actually, number three is why I am writing this in the first place. I do want to go on a long tirade about this. I want to say my piece and I know that this is the only way that I can express it without the fear of judgement. Actually, people may judge me for this but as I have stated no names and no factual data, only those who know the full story will have a vague idea what my rant is about. But then again, I am writing this because I just want to put down my thoughts so I can stop thinking about this.
So, here is my say on the entire thing. And here’s to hoping I do not provoke anyone with my words, for that is all they are; my words, my opinion and my thoughts:
Exhibit B was clearly in the wrong. I do not see how it is Exhibit A’s fault. Well, I could but early on, even before problems arose, the flaw in Exhibit A was presented and clarified. And in the example situation that was presented to me, anyone could see that Exhibit B was thinking of their personal wants regardless of the situation. I really don’t want to be so biased towards one party, I really don’t. But a certain aspect of the problem just really got to me. Stating it here would give it away so naturally, I won’t. But I will say this: Exhibit A deserves support because the plan was carefully thought out. Only in execution did things go haywire. Exhibit C had a part, yet went MIA(Missing-In-Action) on us.
But what is worrying is the unwanted part of Exhibit D. Exhibit D does not have a direct connection to Case #: 19576-543 yet why is Exhibit D so involved in it? Exhibit D knows. Exhibit D was made aware by Exhibit B and the rather evident attempt to ruin the connection between Exhibit A and Exhibit D. There was-actually, there is no reason for the attempt. It is all merely due to the fact that Exhibit B cannot accept what is actually the reality of the situation. Exhibit B can only see the reality of the mind.
The study of Case #:19576-543 is emotionally and mentally draining. So much has been left unsaid because I do not want to mention names, too specific events and I also want to avoid the trouble this entry may cost.
For now, I will only write this and the should-be latter part of this entry will have to be put as separate entry altogether.
(Also, I was distracted by a good kind of distraction so this entry may need polishing. I may edit this in the future.)
Hello Exhibit D!
I can’t see my silver lining. Thursday, Feb 19 2009
My Life and Schoolery 12:38 pm
Okay, to start, I’m going to change it from song lyrics to story lines.
Why? Because story lines are more diverse.
It might not work. But all we can do is try.
-The Same Series as Shakespeare, written by Lomonaaeren
This has uplifted my spirits even by just a little. Marginally little. The source of my utter despair lies in what you find in my USB; more specifically, what you can’t see.
Written and completed was my English Thesis Paper.
And along with my photoshop textures, pictures, the Ateneo Prom pics…Everything that was in a folder is gone.
And I’m just so depressed about it. I mean, who wouldn’t be? Something I worked hard on for several months just vanished in a couple of minutes!
I know it shouldn’t be such a big deal. I printed out most of it and I can just fill in the blanks, right? That is true.
But the thing that bothers me the most that it wasn’t just the thesis paper that got deleted. Here are the folders I remember being deleted:
- Iconification – Basically just some icons. If they’re witty or funny, I save them and look at it when I feel down. I had 179 of them.
- Bannerism – Same thing as the icons folder but for banners.
- Photoshop – This is where it gets depressing. I have- sorry, had around 200 textures collected over the span of two months. It also had a friend of mine’s pictures which I use for my work. She does not like being my model, but it cheers me up so much when she does that so I end up bothering her for more pictures anyway.
- Music – Just some music I saved. They’re replaceable on this computer. Well, some of it.
- Ateneo Prom Pics – My dad has the originals but I had a copy of them here. Still, mine had funny captions, which I would never show anyone but it made me feel better about the actual content. The captions made me feel better because I look absolutely horrible in those pics. I want to delete them but at the same time, I don’t.
- HO Files – I will never ever tell anyone what was inside this particular folder but this rated as one of the most important folders. Ever. In the history of everything I have ever saved.
- Private – This I could live with. Because the content inside is, although irreplaceable, something I could live without. Actually, I may be a better person with it. Well, not really. But I could shrug off its loss.
- Retreat ’09 – I have extra copies of this, I think. Oh, Father, how I love you so.
Well, that is what I remember for now. In a way, this will serve as my eulogy for my files. A bit dramatic, I know, but if you were online as much as I was, then it would mean something to you too.
Oh, on a brighter note:
- There is no school on Monday.
- My playlist on my Livejournal (Here is the original link, I used my pen name. It’s on MyFlashFetish.com. Came highly recommended.) made a good contribution to the uplifting of my mood. So did people. Because them asking what was wrong made me feel not-so-alone I will mention names. Sort of.
- The cousin of my friend, JC. (JC can stand for anything so I feel that saying this is not an intrusion of privacy. Maybe it could mean Justin Charles! …It doesn’t but I couldn’t resist giving an example.) He offered help and that made me smile. Personally, I don’t know how he could but the fact that he was willing to lend a hand did wonders in itself.
- My aunt. Well, she just asked where my dad was but she asked anyway. And offered help, too.
- China. It’s not her real name but it’s close. Personally, I call her **** (that is not a swear word okay, I just feel uncomfortable saying people’s names on the internet) because it sounds nicer.
- I will finally lay to rest my school shoes. It has been with me for a good two years and I think retirement is in order. I know the people who resent my shoes are saying, “Finally!”
- I feel better after writing this, which means I can go back to despairing about articulating my conclusion. The handout is worrying:
“However, writers find that the conclusion is the hardest part to write, for they feel that there is simply nothing more to say.”
Of course, with this, a certain question must be answered: So what if “there is simply nothing more to say”?
Then nothing more should be said. Unfortunately, that is not the case; hence, I will -unwillingly- go back to staring at my screen while Microsoft Word is open and there is only one and one-half paragraphs of a poorly thought-of conclusion. I wonder if I can do this.
Well, “it might not work. But all we can do is try.”
