One of those conversations

Afterwe dopped by at our school, my sister and I met up with her Korean classmate for lunch just for the heck of it.

“So where do you want to eat?” my sister’s Korean friend asked.

My sister and I looked at each other.

“San mo gusto?”

“Kahit san”

“Anywhere” I said.

The Korean eyes on Jollibee.

“Except Jollibee” my sister blurts.

We were standing outside Chowking so I anticipated he’ll say Chowking. I eye on my sister again.

“Except Jollibee and except Chowking”, she added.

“Ok where do you want? KFC?”

“Ok”, at the back of my mind damnit KFC??

We reached KFC and I was wishing that it’ll be packed with people so we could find another place to eat but it wasn’t, so KFC it is.

“What do you want?” the Korean asked.

“I’ll have a one piece chicken.” my sister said.

“Me too, one piece, spicy and breast ok?”

“Ok you’ll have the same?”

“yeah”

Then I forgot to add I wanted rootbeer. They already lined up to get our order.

“Rootbeer yun drinks ko sabihin mo.”

“Wag na, baka malito yun.” my sister said with an evil grin.

“Oo nga noh baka malito pa sa order naten.” I added laughing.

So we enjoy the boring meal.

“Are you the eldest sister?” the Korean asked.

“Yes I am and I’m the prretiest too. Do you agree?” while trying hard to make my eyes twinkle.

“No. Both of you are panget!” he answered while laughing.

“You want me to punch you?” I said laughing.

“You want us to fight?”

“Yeah we could outside. I know taekwondo.” I wasn’t kidding when I said I knew taekwondo. Ha!

Then after they ate, one asked me “Are you done yet?”

He looked eager to go.

“Not yet.” I said because I was still eating that boring chicken breast.

“You’re friend’s not done yet, he’s still eating your fries, see?”

Then right after I swallowed that last bit of chicken he said “Let’s go.”

WTF? I would have appreciated it if he wasn’t in a hurry and let me rest for a few minutes before we left.

“Di ko feel yung Korean na yun” I said to my sister.

“Bakit naman? Mabait yun, kuripot lang”

“Oo muka ngang kuripot. Basta di ko sya feel. Parang di sya nakakatawa unlike yung Korean classmates ko dati. Di sya madaldal.”

I therefore conclude na hindi pang international ang beauty ko.

Sanity where art thou?

The question is this, why the hell do I do things that I know I shouldn’t and swallow all the fucking pride I had left. Why, why, why. WTF! WTF! WTF! I. am. doomed. I am always the loser. You win. You happy now? I love-hate-miss-despise you idiot!!

I need to be on that boomerang again so I could scream so hard.

Waaaah!! champagne supernova is playing! Perfect timing. Cheesy mushy mode on.

How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?

Times like this…

It was heart breaking to see one of my friends shed so much tears because the breaking news is – she won’t graduate because she failed a subject. Running up and down our college building was exhausting, much more pleading to the teachers to pass her. She cried and begged in desperation, but still, the instructor said “rules are rules”, so she’ll be a summer grad. What a pity. It’s not the end of the world, although it feels like it. Everything will be fine, ok?

The art of multi tasking

This is one thing I’m an expert at.

Right now I am:

Dowloading tons of mp3s

Listening to music

surfing the net

blogging

texting four people at the same time using two different phones

thinking about what just happened a while ago. shit.

ahahaha!!! i like the feeling of doing a lot of things at the same time! a different kind of energy..

My muscles are sore, my body’s aching, I had just about 3 hours sleep plus a 30 minute nap on my way home. I’ll tell you the story tommorrow.

P.S. shit haba ng hair ko baka maapakan mo. ahihi.

Summer Ooh Lala

I think this summer vacation’s taking its toll on me. I’m slowly, getting bored. But not yet totally bored because I still have some junk to fix (my closet’s a mess), some pictures to scrapbook, tv shows to watch, websites to surf, friends to text, other people who call me and several books to read. So yeah not yet there, but slowly I’ll be bored to death and I will need to get out of the house.

And I’ve been terribly missing The OC!!! The cute outfits, the witty lines, the funny moments, the mush, the cheese, Ryan, Marissa, Summer and Seth!! Seth! Where do I find cute geeks like him. I badly want some season1 and season2 dvds. When will season3 be aired here!!!!

For the meantime I just watch this, this, this, and this to feed the hunger.

Another thing that SHOULD get me preoccupied this summer is this huge flab on my tummy. I need to work on this, its frustrating, I don’t want to look at it.

Let’s talk about friendster

I go on my usual internet routine: check my mail, check my friendster, check my blog, check other people’s blogs, check the forum the i frequent, then one person in my friendster list caught my eye so I clicked on her profile.

Was I just mesmerized? I wanted to wipe my eyes and pinch my arm.

This totally looks exactly like my sister’s friendster profile except it was another persons’ profile. It cannot be. I gave my sister my codes so that she could customize her profile too. I check this girl’s codes and lo and behold its my friggin’ codes and she didn’t even dare change the images, they were the exact same images my sister used so their profiles were like carbon copies of each other!!

That copy cat biatch!!

My sister was raving mad. I was furious!

I immediately changed the filenames of the images (yes I was hosting the images since she copied the entire codes) so that they won’t appear on her profile.

I changed the original filenames to: trixiegayagaya.jpg, wag_gayagaya.gif, and beoriginal.gif, then I inserted some message in between the codes stating that the codes are ours and cannot be copied.

Shit, I PAINSTAKINGLY did those codes since the friendster css generator is not that helpful in fully customizing the profiles.

I know, this is so immature and childlike but, but, but, I just can’t get over the fact that something I put a lot of effort in doing will just be stolen by some copy cat who didn’t even dare ask permission.

This is it!!

Ok Brando is dead. But don’t worry, it was not an excruciating death (i.e. he popped and burst), it was more of a subtle death. First he lost some air in his nody, then some of his parts started to malfunction until he was spaghetti like. Brando’s friends were ok after his death as they know that they have a short life span. Some must be inflated, some must be deflated.

As for my short span balloon twisting addiction, it’s now stabilized. A few days ago I was literally twisting balloons in my mind but now I’m starting to get over it but still, twisting balloons is fun ok?! My mom bought another pack just to feed the addiction.

Ok onwards to some good news! Well, as you might have noticed, I haven’t updated for days because I was busy procrastinatingstudying! And now it’s over. I’m officially on vacation! Yahoo!! We headed at Shiela’s house after the exams yesterday (yeah exams on a friggin’ SUNDAY!) and pigged out on food, got intoxicated a little (pulang kabayo ya’ll), sang, dance, chit chatted, then after that off we went to the carnival. I love carnivals, just like someone I know, they make my heart go wild. The line was uber long but we didn’t mind. Shit we were excited and scared, so excited and scared that we already started screaming while waiting for our turn. How stupid can we get? Anyway, I got a teeny weeny remembrance from last night; it’s a reddish kiss mark like thing that’s now starting to turn black. Apparently, Bhey’s grasp on my hand got so tight during the ride!! She was teary eyed after the ride nyahaha. That’s how scared she got.

So today’s my official first day of vacation. All I did was surf the net and watch tv. Speaking of tv, this one girl’s statement while watching beauty and the geek stunned me, she said something like “In all honesty, I’ve never had a moment in my life wherein I felt that I was smart”. I was like huh? You think you’re that stupid? Never ever felt smart – ever? Tsk tsk. Beautiful dumb girls fascinate me.

So for this vacation I think I’ll eventually get bored bumming around so I’ll keep myself busy doing geeky crap and stuff, be domesticated, go out, watch tv, surf, hang out, read, be productive and all haha. I have four books waiting to be read! 🙂

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I hope this diverting my phone to a guy friend’s number who will pretend to be my boyfriend thing will work to make me gt rid of some pesky guy. ahihi.

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Some people just don’t want you to have a peaceful life. Stop it already. You’re mean. I hate you.

Twist it baby

I never thought that balloon twisting could be so much fun!!! I’ve found twisted balloons shaped like animals scattered all over our house two days ago and I thought my sister got those from a party. This morning I saw a balloon twisting instruction leaflet lying on the floor. I asked my mom what was that for and she told me they bought a balloon twisting kit at the mall. Hearing that made me really really excited. I eagerly asked her where the balloons are. The kit includes a hand pump, balloon twisting instructions, eye stickers (for the animals) and a lot of balloons! Seeing the instructions was easy twisting the actual ballons was tricky and scary. I was so scared to bend and twist the ballons because they might burst. Turns out I wasn’t just paranoid. While inflating one of the balloons with the pump t suddenly burst. I screamed in terror and my hands were trembling, all these because of a balloon. I was so scared that I put the kit away. After a minute, I couldn’t resist the balloon twisting and badly wanted to make an animal so I put out the kit again. After several unrecognizable balloon figures and popped up ballons later, I succesfuly made a dog and a dragonfly. At first I tried making a bee, then a swan, but the results didn’t look anything like the ones on the instruction so I opted for the dog. As dumb as it may sound, I felt accomplished. Haha. I named the dog Brando! It was so much fun I think I’d ask my mom to buy a new set of balloons! I even searched for instructions online. Haha.

Randomness!

I was again late for my business economics class and one of my classmates was on the hot seat. Our instructor looked frustrated and angry. My seatmate whisphered to me thete’s a recitation. Shit. I hurriedly scanned the book and read as much as I could so that I could be prepared, just in case.

My seatmate, a mom and the “most matured” in the class (I think her age is around 40), looks at me in confusion then pulls out a piece of paper. I thought she was going to write down notes but turns out she was going to talk to me thru writing. She’s so proper, she didn’t want to interrupt the class and didn’t want to make any noice thus she’ll talk to me silently thru paper. There was even a time when somebody was calling her and she didn’t answer it because we were in the middle of a discussion. I said “sige sagutin mo na! Lumabas ka sagutin mo baka important yan“, still she didn’t answer it. Her cellphone was even on vibrate mode. Mine isn’t. It beeps whenever I have a text and the instructor hears it. I even text infront of him (we are in the front seat). It must be the age gap or something, and besides, I break rules. Going back to the paper thing, she wrote down:

Recitation ngayun nung mga mababa yung grades tsaka kulang yun quiz.

I blurt out an oooohhh, ahhh.. Then I hesitated for a while and wrote her back.

-Kasali ba tayu dun? Hinde noh?

-Hindi siguro yun mga mababa lang daw.

-Ayos!

On a different note, summer’s just around the corner!! I hope the Puerto Galera plan will push thru!!!! Well if not, I might just be in La Union again. Eck!!

Anyhoo, most of my batchmates are graduating this April, and me? I’ll be a super senior next semester but I don’t mind, I got over the fact that I won’t graduate on time. So be it. So what. That’s the spirit!!

And oh, have you noticed? I don’t talk about my lovelife here huh? I won’t. haha. Because my love life is either non existing or completely fucked up.

I’m too lazy to blog

I enter dunkin donuts and there I see Dian wearing the almost exact same plain white shirt that I was wearing. I hate scenes like this. It’s just not right. At the end of the day, we were three girls wearing plain white tops. So embarassing. But anyway, we went to this party last night and on our way home we hit a tricycle. I thought we hit a rock but turns out it was a tricycle. To break the tension Gayle cracks up yet one of those jokes.

“Tricycle lang yan, naka CR-V tayo kahit bungguin nyo pa ng bungguin yan!”

Good thing everybody was calm and it was just a minor thing.