Intriguing. After being slightly insomniac the night before, waking up at around 4:30, lining up in a lot of insanely long queues in a sauna-like corridor and finding out my section (Potassium, which I have to get used to hearing and saying), I've finally accepted the reality that I'll be starting going to school next Monday.

And how am I going to conclude this?

I have no idea.

Signing off.

I still can't believe I'm an incoming third year student already. I feel old thinking of that. And that I'm still too childish to be only 2 years from finishing high school. More so in the case of my chronological age. I just remembered that I'll be turning 15 on September. And fifteen sounds old to me already. Ah, the youth that slips past me, I wish I took more time to enjoy it.

Sure people tell me I act mature, but I think I still act like a ten year-old playing her own games and fooling around with everything I see. If adolescence is defined as being more conscious about peers and popularity, going out more with friends and, well you know the rest, I seem centuries away from that.

More on that next time, if I'm able to catch up on some sleep. Jigoku Shoujo 2 marathons at night are inadvisable for your health.

Signing off.

I made a fatal mistake when I got home from the mall today. I left my iPod on the shelf in the living room, thinking that our beloved housemates, our uncle and his wife (we don't even call her our aunt) and that brat of a cousin, would be lazing around at her house for the night. While taking a shower, they arrived. When I was done, I came out to see that the slobs were feasting over the iPod, bashing the "useless" VGM, J-pop, J-rock, Eraserheads, Panic at the Disco, etc. songs I rated 3 stars up, and repeating the only Sitti song in there. WITHOUT *beep* PERMISSION.

In reaction to that violation, I slammed the door of my room and started kicking it, frustrated that I made such a stupid mistake like that. Our uncle's wife opened the door to my room WITHOUT *beep* KNOCKING and tried to piss me off a lot more by asking whether I wanted to hang my sister. Then she told me about our uncle borrowing the iPod and the value of sharing and anger management.

Just who the heck do they think they are? People who could use whatever they lay their eyes on and act all high and mighty lecturing anyone they please as if they're always right?

"We should get it back by around 12 o' clock" said the sister I allegedly tried to kill.

So, who am I going to murder now?

No, I'm not seriously going to kill them. I just feel too angry with them. I don't even want to go downstairs anymore. And I'm sanitizing the MP3 player when I get it back. IF I get it back.

Signing off.

Elections and other things killed my idealism.

How tragic. Boo-hoo.

Advice to self: Actually, no one is reading this.


Sarcastically signing off.

The Irony of Commuting

It always seems that the more you need an FX going to Parang, the fewer there are at the waiting shed in that instance. When you wait for a ride to somewhere else, there are way too many going to Parang and almost none going anywhere else.

The levels of carbon monoxide accumulated in my brain are going up again. Lately, I've been risking becoming roadkill commuting to the math tutorial place. I'll be back when I've got something more worthwhile to post about. Or maybe not all that worthwhile but will still be posted anyway.

Signing off.

Back from the inactivity again to bring you breaking news of what I've been doing for the past 6 days. The useless stuff not worth your time but still drawn to check out.

Belated happy Cinco de Mayo. Here's a corny non-related wallpaper I made for the beloved blog readers. Texture from Aethereality. Hint: look at RoboKy's hand. It was supposed to be a school joke, actually, where we use the 1.0 - 5.0 grading system.

I was finally able to watch something at the cinema after around 14 months. We got to watch Spiderman 3 this Saturday, despite the movie houses being full. And the ticket was kind of expensive. I did enjoy watching, though, except for the ending that left all of us thinking "What the heck?".

We're on an American Idol craze here at home, having bets on who would be eliminated on that week and speculating who would be on the top 3.

My cactus is growing taller. Want a picture? Nah, blog readers are only looking for proof that this summer is boring without school, not news about the houseplants here. Sorry, you won't be able to find that here :D

And finally, I have successfully cleaned my room :o

I only noticed now that there are only a few more weeks until I go back to school. It's fine with me, except that I won't have much time to do things I want to do anymore. Like playing around with Photoshop the whole day, taking a nap for 5 hours everyday, reading comics, drawing, planning stuff like websites, layouts (which I still can't figure out yet), a video game I'd like to make when I grow up and things like that. Seemingly, unlike most people, I really have things to look forward to when there isn't anything related to school. I really can't figure out why.

Oh, well.

Signing off.
Signing off.

Not your typical mother-daughter bonding

One day, my mom was watching Medium on Crime Suspense. I was downstairs getting something to eat. While watching, she said, “Anak, I don’t want you to not make friends.”

“Why, Mom? Am I still as antisocial as before?”

“You might start seeing ghosts if you don’t have any.”

Whoa.


Four hours of Math + the heat outside while commuting = dizziness. I'll get to posting regularly some other time.

Signing off.

While trying to recall what I was supposed to post this morning, beat blogger's block, practice typing and boost my post count, I'm trying to type spontaneously.

How is it that some people can post long and well-thought of posts almost everyday? As someone who takes a long time to plan a long post and doesn't update often, I really want to know how to do that. It probably comes with lots of practice, which I don't do, regrettably. D:

...

Oh, no. Because of lacking something to post about and not being able to recall my topic this morning, I resort to something that infamously lengthens a post but lacks worthwhile content: a survey. I feel like this is from Myspace because of the mechanics, some of the questions and that it expects titles that sound like Fallout Boy songs. Hold me, I'm scared. o_O

(I'll be using my cousin's MP3 player.)

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1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer to
the question even if they don’t make
sense.

Questions:

How are you today?
Tagumpay

What about yesterday?
Push

How was that?
Break Me

What does the number one person on
your featured friends feel about you? (definitely Myspace)
She's So High Above

How is highschool so far?
Mr. DJ

If you had one piece of advice to
people what would it be?
Girl in the Life Magazine

How is your life going so far?
Dito sa Puso Ko

How are you going to die?
Set You Free

You’re trying to work out and what
song comes on?
The Real Slim Shady

Whats your birthday wish?
Barely Breathing

You tell your best friend that you are
in love with them, they respond:
Crazy

Your war yell is:
Uninvited

What song will be played at your
funeral?
Show Stopper

Your last words are:
Collide

What do your friends really think about you?
Show me Heaven

What is your current theme song?
I Will Follow You Into the Dark

What do your friends think your theme
song should be?
Can't Take My Eyes Off You

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All of the answers sound bizarre.

I succumb to blogger's block until next time.


Signing off.

My Head is Throbbing.

I feel sort of sick. I'm sure it's not a fever or anything. It's probably because I stayed up too late last night and hardly got enough sleep. I'm busy cramming enjoying my vacation, or something like that. Yes, I could catch up with my sleep in the morning, if only the people who squat in our house (moochers... er, relatives) wouldn't play their music so loud. It would be a lot better if they didn't sing, either. From here upstairs, I hear the floor shaking from their dancing.

I really was supposed to post about how much I dislike insensitivity, but my train of thoughts were interrupted when I was called downstairs for some ice cream. Mmm... mango.


Signing off.