Saturday, October 28, 2006
'and then, there was nothing.' intrams ended pretty much okay. we were first runner-up in soccer, claiming victory regardless of not being the champion. all that matters is the fact that you did your best and you had a fun game. well, for some, not. I, for an instance. I admit giving only half my best during the game because it rather felt wrong to be there playing. i don't know what came up but numbness and weakness took over my nimble body, letting my opponents get pass through me. the defender. augh. what love. what day. i remember grabbing the sunscreen and rubbing it on my legs, thinking of how we'll manage to win. bleck. and so, at the end of the day, i opened my ym [ooy, galing: my-ym, baliktad. haha] bought slurpee. GULP. later much teacheeses, JA'CHE X)
Friday, October 27, 2006
im on the 7th. Nate and Isobel share awkward silence. awww.. young love. :) heehee. if people would bother read, then i MIGHT post my story. depends, really. but ohwell. :) latah much..
fucco is the new fuck. fucco is the new fuck. fucco is the new fuck. fucco is the new fuck. --now try blabbering this nonsense toungue twister as fast as you can--fucco is the new fuck. fucco is the new fuck. fucco is the new fuck. fucco is the new fuck. --now, STOP--wala lang. haha. :)) later much teacheeses.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
im working on my stofic. currently on the 6th. pretty soon, ill be able to finish this. in God's time i would. WEH. haha :) its a day off today since something traditional and cultural is--thankfully--taking over the 24th. probably, either ramadan or end celebration of it. not sure. it's not like we need to monitor the happenings, unless it will be required in history. ms ayi?? molave what do you say? GAH. hahaha. anyway, im not in the mood to write something sensible today. im too ticked off by certain things. certain someones to be precise. gah. that despicable image of us is so repugnant. do you ever leave? well..gah. you do but you leave me looking for you. how fuckin ironic is that? roar. i wanna bite your friggin lame head off. i know how morbid it sounds..so fuck off.
Monday, October 16, 2006
and there he was again. late as ever.we thought the choreo stood us out. he's been gone for nearly 3 hours. i couldn't have minded that since i understand he came all the way from malate. UNLESS, no repetition of the im-behind-time act. which unfortunately, he still ignoringly did. gah. and that is when i lost respect of him. he may be highly regarded, well-known in the dancing region..but im this close * holds out hand, curling my fingers as to show how an "inch's" breadth should be* to be smacking the crappiness out of him. laughs. no joke. :oI anyways. we practiced a bit, knowing that we should be home early, 5pm. Since tests are piling up, we are left with no choice but to STUDY. forget cheering, exams first.. gyeah royt. moving on...it ended about 20 mintues after the choreo arrived. buti nga sa kanya, palate-late pa kasi eh. we cant stay any longer despite if wanting to stay for a while. which, ACTUALLY, no one even wanted. gah. so much for REAL dancing. Celina, Angel, Mara and I took the jeep. Yes my dear cookies, nag commute po kami. And it was damn scary! Oh, to hell with. :oI approximately, 20 minutes or more of waiting recklessly for any good vehicle to come sweep us off our feet and lead us to our own heavens. waiting for a jeep was like waiting for an ice to melt completely. and it was enough said. gah. Inside the jeep, we can't help but laugh and intermittently glance upon the teeny-weeny itsy-bitsy orange-colored light bulb. Mara started it! gahaha. hi Mara. :p it didn't take a long time for Mara to say goodbye. sniff. " 1 down. " , as Angel said it. gah. haha. It was sooner than we thought. Angel made her way out of the crowded jeep. later much. gah. " 2 down", this time, Celina and I quietly gazed outside the open window. Praying God doesn't let anything happen to us nor to the people with us. And she was off. Celina stepped out and waved goodbye. " Bye". tear. sniff. gah. hahaha! I almost couldn't feel myself trembling with sheer fear. Si manong kasi was creepy all through-out the ride. gah. muhkang kukunin yung phone ko. thank batman, it was strapped around my neck. " Miss, ayan na tropical." GAH. i went down, holding my phone so close to my ear. I cant hear Mima! I was talking to her since the moment Celina left. I was worried about how I'll go to their house when I dont even remember the color of their door. Thankfully, her yaya, snatched the phone and taught me the right directions. Mima, I just can't understand how you put things. no offense. :oI the joy to the adventure was when i ran from tropical to their house holding the phone to my ear. I'm like Chris Evans in CELLULAR. Completely ignorant of what was around me. I was shouting and screaming and asking certain places! haaaaah!! it was crazy. and it went on crazier..and....i would leave you with a cliffy there. hahahaha! It's late. I have to rest my precious legs. gahd, it was tiring. but nonetheless, worth the thrill. nighty :oI nuff love cookies,X) Jace
Sunday, October 15, 2006
We've been instructed by our english teacher to write an autobiography about a character we please to choose in Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice. I don't care whether you want to read it or not, but i'll happily post mine anyway. Just to ease the burden of being bored. let me do my thing : -- PRINCE OF MOROCCO --I am the Prince of Morocco. The oh-so-magnificent that will make every girl drool over my overwhelming genetic splendor. Or so I think. About saying every woman falling over my spell, I kind of exaggerated. To be frank, regardless of the shameful truth, I’ve been gradually turned down by every woman I’ve fallen for. It hurts how to say it but I am a hopeless romantic. Though I’ve labeled myself as such, I’m happy to share with you one endearing memory.
I would never trade this incomparable experience. Her name was Venus and she holds the royal position as a princess of Great Britain. Her fair, doll-like complexion has simply won me over. Let alone, her amazing, sparkly hazel eyes. Exchanging letters with her from time to time has been indubitably fun. Yes my dear fellow beauties, our only communication is through snail mail. She sent me a picture of her so I’d know what to expect. It bothered me a lot that I have felt affection so strong and yet we haven’t met. I knew I could be crushed if ever I disappoint her. By disappointment, I mean, when she finally sees who I am. She might hold my skin color against me. Somehow, scare her off. That would be beyond doubt agonizing. Anyway, it was a blissful year of writing to each other. We were in a lover’s trance, merely hearing each other’s heart’s desire of completion. We both knew we were so made for each other that fate would finally allow us to meet. True enough, destiny didn’t forbid us to forever be distant lovers. The royalty of Morocco held an extravagant gala and fortunate enough, Venus’s family were greatly welcomed to this social event. It was an hour past nine. I stood recklessly at the balcony waiting for an angel to come by. The heavens pitied my plead. There she was, standing beautifully and smiling. I hid in the darkness, trying to avoid losing her if she comes closer. As much to my surprise, she came with utter glee and hugged me. I could have never been so happy. We enjoyed the rest of the night and finally met with her father, King Harrison. We were ecstatic to finally meet up, knowing that the spirit of love just wrapped around us just fine. But then, the inevitable happened. King Harrison disliked me for my color. He fumed with anger and dragged his family away from the event. They departed the place in a flash. Since then on, we weren’t allowed to see each other nor simply exchange letters. That is why I’m afraid to love again. I might scare off women by my dark complexion. Especially, now that I have been informed about a woman richly left in Belmont. Fairer than any woman, they say. Perhaps, I should try my luck. there you have it. one of the shitty gutters we are to do. perhaps, there will come a time when ill not only rip out her eyeballs from her sockets, but i'll let her feet and her armpits be munched on by vicious rats. GAH. hahaha! morbid! Heaven forbid me! Bleck. kidding..NOt. hahaha! :Dnuff love sweetnesses,X) Jace
Friday, October 13, 2006
i had a lot of gah moments. no questions. no doubts. it'll make you say ' gah'.-- OxYmoron --people often tease certain persons for the unsurprising reason that they feel something strong for them. it's no doubt that they could hurt you so bad that you'll wish you were dead. But in fact, they once in a while wishes they were to help. ironic isn't it? i couldn't help but laugh at that thought. Since I myself, guessing, I might have been experiencing something like that lately. Need i say more? GAH.-- JMASTAH --we took a ride to masinag clubhouse yesterday from school. a bit ecstatic, knowing a professional and well-known choreo would come all the way from malate to maries. We've been praciticing almost every breaks for the upcoming cheering contest. and this practice, i know, would be the most time-worthy of all practices we've had. surprisingly, no one has ever pointed that out nor brought the exciting topic up. THAT was until he came..bleck. we waited, if they be the judge, approximately 2 hours. we ran all the dances through. polished the steps, exhausted all the energy we had left. JUST to dance with a seeming magic that will hopefully attract the judges and let us win. maybe. so he came, looking all blank. We in return, looked blank as well. we thought it would be some tall, muscular, you-got-served looking hiphoppie. i guess, names deceive people too. i wanted to burst out laughing. with 2 reasons in mind: the choreo who looked like tha AMERICAN DRAGON. and perhaps, while the choreo was still on the streets, the nonstop polishes that made us look distraught and bangag. he then started to play some music,. very mary j blige-y. i dont fancy her, but her music is indubitably remarkable. i wondered if ever, the choreo was just the same as those artiste wannabes. but i didnt feel like it was a wise topic to be argued about inside my head. not that i wouldnt want to somehow try. he gave us a swoosh of the dance we were about to learn. and God, was he shockingly able. i could have sworn i was too busy insulting his abilities, but here he was, as intense as ever. ok, so i was wrong. let's discuss this no further, shall we? we did our best not to spread a gaffe, instead be as concentrated and focused as we are expected and ought to be. Well, let nature take its course. i slipped up once in a while. what> i aint a pro yet. wait till i get to be one. lol. :P we took the turn in dancing. i seemed to be shamelessly immersed in my thoughts. worrying about what time my mother plans to pick me. or my dad, for that matter. whoever took the car and had the patience to ride all the way to the in-betweens of fudarama and the market. i stepped in the floor and tried my best not to make a fool out me by acting too much robotic or too free flowing. i never knew what the right one should have been. too all used up to even bother. we finished up with a prayer. the choreo solemnly taking out his "somewhat precedings"; comments that i know he wouldve died bottling up inside. we arent the all stars or whatsoever. forgive us. reg and mara could be exceptions though. :) 8:30, exactly when my dad started calling me up. he got lost. i was too afraid to answer his questions, thats why i handed anna my phone. she lives there. she knows the place. well, at least to my thinking. thats when everything started to heaten up. my dad got more lost and lost by the minute. it seemed, she must given the wrong directions. nonetheless, my dad kept going on..looking for me. bleck. what dad would be supposedly expert but cleverly to think, is lost, but went on hoping to manage getting his girl out from where she is? 2 hours had passed and no sign of donald trump. thats when i started REALLY getting anxious and caught up. i was supposed to enjoy without the concern of whether my parents are worrying how to fetch me. nor if they are knowledgable of the streets enough. My Dad came, finally. staggered and flabbergasted to talk, i got a hold of myself. clinched myself so i could sleep and stop the distressed thoughts that came dancing inside my head. i could have sworn, he's dicsoncerted about all these. i know he wanted to shout infront of me and scold me for dragging him to this mess. we got home, avoiding each other..knowing that confronting would be the least thing we should do. i ran to my room, fully aware i could've collapsed due to the hysterically nonstop dancing action we tiredly did consuming the ungodly hours. come say it with me....GAHHHHHHH! :(nuff love sweetness, later much..X) Jace
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
its another day of brain draining sessions and deathly boring lessons. haha. good thing it's wednesday though. less acads and more time for resting our asses. --BENCHWARMERS-- twas game between athletes and SPF. [ SPF stands for Super Power Fuff. lmao :-P] so there.. our team's, SPF, turn on batting the ball. Almost everyone got themselves unconsciously biting their nails off while some weren't even in the softball clash aura. ehem. haha. it started off with richela hitting it. the pitcher throws the ball casually, che's nervously waiting to hit the ball at the right moment while her teamates are watching blankly as if watching a chinese movie with no english subtitle at all. all except for 2: abby and me. we're too busy choreographing a cheer for our team. naming it,"sexy bats". which was the supposed name instead of SPF. hahaha. wtf> SPF? haha. we were having the time of our lives making the crazy steps,, purely ignoring what was REALLY goin on in the field. oh such stubborn young ladies. :-P nela went on next after che.. she batted it right..moving on..she ran and got safe. ok. enough of them. let's talk about what disturbing event turned out to be the worst of all the softball games i played. so yea. i situated myself as proper as i could be on the field. trying to eye on the ball perfectly and hit it as that as i could. with a seeming assurance to myself that id be able to effortlessly bat it right and go for the homerun we all crave to do. and then it happened. chei threw the ball..i waited for the moment..i was straight-all damn serious..there! i thought it was the time..then *swing* i missed it. looked down at my right puma shoe. it poked the littlest of my insecurities. or maybe not. i stared dumbly at my teammates when miss nen shouted, " OUT!". heaven pity me. i was terribly ashamed of the poor me and the disappointed faces i saw. bleck. and there is where i ended my softball career. it doesnt like me. i swear it doesnt. haha. so, the teams exchanged turns again. athletes' turn for batting. it went on as coolly as it did when it started. lotsa cheering and lotsa blame-you side comments from both groups. i was in 2nd base. literally burning..due to the raging heat of mr. sun. i held my glove up to shield my face from the strong light which came lashing every bit of our game energy. probably considered a factor why we lost to the opposing team. augh. ordinary game..they slowly stepped on each of us. they were obviously winning, to be direct. so anyways..it was going well for them. after losing a bit, we changed again..turn in batting for the 2nd time. little difference shone the way for victory. i got my turn again to bat the ball. surprise, i hit it well and praised myself as i ran to the 1st base. little did i know, something AWFUL just happend. richela, who ran the same time i did, ran to the 3rd base but too carefree to even bother, she passed the base and ddnt stay there. causing a foul to occur. bleck. teh moment nga naman oh. i was too proud already to be throwing every compliment i cheered myself with. too bad she got carried away. so i pretty much went back to sitting again. waiting for some miracle to arrive. haha. i got my pikon-ess nicely tucked away from the field..sportsmanship was a great deal in the criteria. i shudnt wreck it for my own revenge. haha. now, thats what you do. when you fail to compromise with the world. curse silently and ull regain your composure. haha. later much. :))nuff love sweetnesses,X) jace
Saturday, October 07, 2006
gah. im in a big amount of pain. the terrible cough and colds are getting to me pretty bad. since i barely move on without coughing, nearly gagging at times, im making precious readings out of my insomniac nights. specifically, fanfics of smallville. yea, its a leisure bug. gahd im immensely sick. i bet ill be skipping class tomorrow..with a subtle greed that my classmates would be able to see their friends and i wont get to. as far as i cud remember, 3 quizzes are coming up. bio, fil and ap. roar, the sh*tty dynasties. all i know are 2 things: im confused and im indeed gettin a migraine. *coughs badly, thinks my lungs would be pretty much out in...1 minute* *reaches for a bottle of water..drinks...sighs...hold it, hold it...COUGHS.* now could this day get any crazier? i passed church service, thus my brother's bday. [yeah, it's his day today. how pitiful.] oh, he is one sweet guy during his bdays. earlier, around 7 am.. we were talking about how we wanted to celebrate his bday. mom asked him whether he fancy going to the mall then take it from there or we stay here since if they wud be going to the mall, zia and i wudnt be able to make it there. we both are in pain, sickness. haha. the drama. anyways, so there..he suddenly told my mom, "let's just stay here." then a sinister smile crept up his face. ok, that was something else, the urge to get into our usual zinger wars again. but regardless of what might be the literal meaning of the smile, i found it sweet. i wanted to pinch his cheeks but that would make me desperate...[we had a small argument earlier that morning..we were in deep and constant silence when around each other. i have my pride. i dont let it go that fast..hehe] so there...pretty much what made my morning utterly perplexing. the fact that weird things come up and go...then comes back again. like...CHESKA..remember what we talked about> ? hehehe. another thing, i really had fun conversing via phone with cheska. she is well spoken but in a casual way.. she manages to take catch the peak of my interest..so we talked a lot. haha. i love cheska :D anyways, im off to taking my meds. i gotta work hard to take this crap outta my system..or else...ill die....ROOOYYYTTT. haha. later much.au revoir.nuff love sweetnesses,X) JACE
Friday, October 06, 2006
well the title is true. cj and i skipped soccer earlier due to some considerable circumstances. she experienced DM and i was a bit sick. ROYT. wahaha. anyways, so there, we didn't play. all we did was talk, talk, talk, and talk some more..and some more..and more..haha. we bonded for quite a while, conversing about interesting stuff. ehem cj. lmao :) for an hour, we got to share stories and laughters. twas fun. though there was something utterly disturbing that happened. wahaha! what happened was that, we were talking somewhere on the right side of the part of the multi facing the chapel [get?!] when suddenly, 2 bees came flying around us. at first, we disregarded the continuing disturbance but in the end, we got pissed, so we moved upstairs. we positioned ourselves in the balcony-like something. haha. guess what? the bee followed us. haha. we were laughing our asses off because everywhere we went to, the bees kept following us. we moved constantly and so did the munting bubuyogs. hahaha! waht made matters absurd, cj texted me around 4 that in their bus, there was a bee. hahahaha! :)) benta. di na kame tinantanan. wahaha! that was our munting bubuyog adventure. theyre so effin annoying but thinkin over, ansaya. haha! wonder if the bees followed us home...hmm...where could they be?..haha. :) later much, NUFF LOVE SWEETNESSES, X) jace
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
we had our interaction earlier. twas ok. it seemed alot of guys enjoyed the time to mingle with the opposite sex. BOYS. haha. "can you feel the love tonight??" it is hopelessly stuck in my precious mind since my partner, unfortunately, elton, shares the same name with the legend singer elton john. lmao :P anyhow, about my partner.he is quite a loud, wacky president of his section. he nearly pushed my F button but i somehow managed to still be at the mildest of my behavior. im an assumptionista for gashness' sake. refinement is a must for every student. so there, i tried to talk to him as proper and gentle as i cud but the sheer complexity of his personality doesnt mix well mine. he is damn annoying, abrasive in some moments, and too much to handle. though admittedly, i had fun laughing at him. yeah..i laughed..but he is the reason i did. :)) he is damn hilarious but his perky attitude stood out the most. gehd, he is a totoy. no offense mr. bamboo. almost all agreed he kind of looks like bamboo. oh fine..but IRA is the main catch. not BAMBOO. oh please. hahaha! anyways, the activity ended pretty well. most of them exchanged numbers and e-adds. they'd like to keep in touch. aww...i like lao. he seems incredibly fine to hang out with. i find him strangely adorable. actually, kish announced there'd be another of this. soiree naman. haay. good lord. lmao :) overall, it was an interesting interaction. ateneans were not as i thought they's be. heehee.
Monday, October 02, 2006
absent today. due to early vacation. no homeworks. no seatworks. no friggin pain in the ass announcements of some sort. enough with such unworthy sentiments. its time for excitement and thrills. our stay at shang hotel reigned supreme, sumptuous-deelish dishes at rectangle and incomparable hotstuff on the pool. which made thy frown turn upside down. yihee. *jaymi tlga. pag nakakita. di na bibitawan. tsk. lmao :P* we spent 3 days and 2 nights at the said hotel and endless in-and-outs at the neighbor building, which is the shang mall! haha. it kinda seemed that we casually walked in there like its some usual hangout place. like we've been dying to go see some other malls worthy of our time. gah. when you thought sosyal malls were to die for? you must be one hell of a crazy shopping dope-fiend gradually and consciously drowning self in damning lunacy. oh, i would pray. anyways, It's agonizingly difficult to catch up with my brothers. im guessin...saturday...oh yea. twas a fun fun fun freedom. my parents had to meet some socialite at greenhills so my sibs and i were stuck at the mall, free to do whatever pleases us. one that does is watching a good 'ol flick to satisfy youthful urges. we entered the movie house and watched ZOOM. here's a fun fact: i dont believe in superman anymore. go ZOOM! haha. yeap, he's a hero with a mishmash of unceasing excellency. superman's are nothing compared to his abilities. he's like..ZOOM. *had to write this since i didnt find any good cliched word* yea. he is zoom and he'll stay zoom. heehee. oh oh! thre was a drool-worthy hottie, MICHAEL CASSIDY. He is Ffffffinne!! my gehd, forgive me oh so sexy wentworth and mouthwateringly gorgeous tom.. he is inevitably attractive to thine precious eyes. lmao :P. cant..resist. hahahaha! moving on....so there. in conclusion, it was pretty much unforgettable: weekend. i mean, with all the scary winds that ended up destroying villages, cities and lives, even. tht was a real glue. id never forget that, it ate up my dad's tarpauline and our garage roof. gehd. milenyo/milanyo/demonyo..or whatever its called, he is one mean storm. lmao :P hafta go. im not good at ending stuff..including posts..so ill just say. later much. heehee. :)
