I won't survive!

Yesterday was a major, MAJOR crack up in my daily routine.
I woke up realising i didn't have my school uniform in my closet, since we just moved, i couldn't find a white bra i could use. Instead, my orange sloggi bra was sitting on top of the chair. I had no choice but to wear it and i can't just not wear a bra to school, it's just not civilised, you know?
But after i entered the gates, i totally regretted wearing a bright orange bra underneath a translucent white shirt.
Everyone bugged me about it, Patti even called me "highlighter" since my breast bit was so bright. It totally lost people's eye contact with mine and they'd just stare into my breasts. What perverts. However, the guys didn't bug me about it. As if they've seen it before, they just seemed cool. But the girls were all "Omg! orange bra!" Elaine even said "Hey you know how you wear a white shirt to school? i think you should wear white bras." That seriously insulted me and i didnt have time to tell her the reason why, it wouldn't work anyways. So i just left our conversation adn ran to the bathroom.
I cried so much. It totally hurts. I don't even give a damn anymore though, it looked cool when i came home. Although, im not doing it again.
At that same day, i forgot my drama kit. First time this year.
Today was really horrific, too. I sent my english homework to a friend at like really late, since my english teacher gave us this terrible job of finishing a survival story. SURVIVAL STORY?! Can you believe it?? At like the end of the school year, we're writing friggin' survival stories for heaven's sake! Anyways, at the morning she told me she forgot to print her homework, not to mention mine. This scared the living daylights out of me. It seriously frightened my day. I rushed calling my dad at break telling him to bring his laptop (saved documents inside). I cried, happy tears, when he came.
The only good news i've had so far was that i got an academic award for English and a merit for Form class. I didn't know Mr. Scott liked me! =] i am soo happy! =] wow, that was cheesy.
Oh and it'll be difficult calling teachers by their last names. And the other news is that the "Z" factor is arriving today =] coming back for me i bet =P. As you can see, i am totally over the fact that he likes me like that. Well not totally over, but close.
G2g i have nothing else to write. I do, but my brother will strangle me and throw my living bod off the balcony.

Stupid, stupid, stupid

stupid cloud. stupid possibilities. stupid life. stupid decisions. stupid choice. stupid act. stupid "what-ifs". stupid pressure. stupid heart. stupid brain. stupid advantages. stupid encouragement. stupid smile. stupid crush. stupid realisation. stupid love hearts. stupid cupid's bow. stupid cupid's aim. stupid cupid's decision. stupid cupid. stupid rumours. stupid cream and chocolate bagel. stupid invention of text messages. stupid bad luck. stupid good luck not wiping bad luck off the face of the earth. stupid seduction. stupid volleyball that got me so hyper. stupid cola. stupid terrorists not bombing the place where i got my heartbroken. stupid chances. stupid story books that gives you hope, but really they're made to cash in. stupid touching speeches that never gives hope. stupid magazines saying love is where you least expect it. stupid magazines saying love is in the air. stupid magazines saying love is good. stupid magazines that says you can lose calories in a matter of strength and determination, but in fact, they friggin' don't. stupid power-cut delaying my time. stupid power-cut, no power no internet no post. stupid scrunchy hurting my hair. stupid homework. stupid credit. stupid broken fingernail. stupid bleeding toe. stupid smelly people who carry boxes up and down the house. stupid CSI not being on right now because of that stupid major power-cut (i regret the CSI bit). stupid AC being off. stupid fingers hurting from writing down the word "stupid". stupid farting noises from the chair when i move. his stupid smile that got me all weird. his stupid touch that made me flippin' burgers in my stomach. his stupid stares that makes me melt like ice melting on a summer's day. his stupid self stuck in my head thinking about ice melting. his stupid jokes that makes me smile. his glorious feelings that makes me want to hug him. his stupid looks that attracts girls far better than me. stupid brother texting stupid girls. stupid brother spying on stupid post. stupid brother being so stupid i don't know what to say now. stupid mum having to go out the country when i need her. stupid sister bringing my mum with her. stupid other sister being so cute i just want to cuddle her so hard, her brains would turn to mush. stupid brother asking where mum is. stupid dad having pains on his legs. stupid dad not going to the hospital for a check-up. stupid driver smoking. stupid cigs that kills people. stupid cigs that harms people. stupid computer displaying boring fonts the whole time. stupid time going stupidly fast. stupid fridge not displaying anything but rotten strawberries. stupid breaths that goes away when i see him. stupid universe being so stupidly ginormous. stupid bum looking so stupidly big when looking at the stupid mirror. stupid girl with no super powers. stupid girl that can't stop time. stupid past. stupid present. stupid future. stupid BIG BANG. stupid matter. stupid atoms and molecules. stupid apes being born. stupid time. stupid life. stupid decisions. stupid possibilities.

Worst of all, stupid cloud.

The journey of the FUCKED up heart...

First of all, i apologise for the swearing. My english teacher says that people who swear in movies, are just portraying their BAD character. I don't want to be bad, now do i? But this is an extreme situation.
My best friend told the "Z" factor that i liked him. I know it's goofy but WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSE TO DO when he's leaving for a week out of the country??
SUGGESTIONS PEOPLE??
And don't begin saying that i should go talk to him, tell him my feelings blah blah blah.
CUS IT'S HARDER THAN YOU THINK!
not hard, JUST BLOODY IMPOSSIBLE! (Extreme situation, remember that.)
that's it, im giving up on all these lovey dovey things and im joining a convent. Nuns don't go throuh these shenanigans everyday. God protects them. If God can create miracles, he sure can save my love life.
i give up. i give up strongly.

i like to make my youngest sister a form of artwork. she has really cute baby fat, angled eyes and mouth and, not to mention, she has sweet and innocent dimples.
-Thank you Sothe

New house, Old stuff, Same middle finger.

Usually, when you have a best friend from the opposite gender someone PREDICTABLY likes the other person.
IN MOVIES! ALL THE TIME!
if they dont BECOME a couple, at least ONE person falls in love with another. they dont say so, cus their SCARED their relationship might end BAD.

Oh god. I watch and read to many romance novels.

Im like seriously about to cry. they lost the boxes where i put all my clothes in, i packed my "going out" clothes in a suitcase and brought it with me. so practically im wearing jeans and a dress at home.
I DIDNT EVEN HAVE A TOWEL AFTER I TOOK A BATH!
THE BATHROOM IS RIGHT NEXT TO THE WINDOW!
THE WINDOW IS OPPOSITE THE PRIMARY SCHOOL'S SECOND FLOOR STAFF BATHROOM!!!
AND THE PEOPLE DOWNSTAIRS ARE DRILLING HOLES ON THE WALL SO THAT MY DAD CAN HANG HIS STUFF!! IT IRRITATES MY EAR DRUMS!!
hypothetically speaking, I CANT HEAR PROPERLY.
IM RUNNING OUT OF BRAS CUS WE CANT START WASHING CLOTHES NOW.
THE HOUSE IS SO CROWDED WITH ALL THE FURNITURE AND SHARP STATUES.
EVERYTIME I GO TO THE FIRST FLOOR THEN BACK UP AGAIN, MY FEET ARE COVERED IN DUST.
THE DUST IS GIVING ME HEADACHES.
THEY HAVE GAY LAMPS HANGING FROM THE WALL.
THEY HAVE BILLIONS OF STEPS.
THEY DONT HAVE WOODEN RAILS ON THE STAIRS SO I CANT SLIDE DOWN WITHOUT MY VAJAYJAY HURTING FROM THE METAL.
I DONT HAVE CURTAINS! THEY CAN SEE ALL THE NASTY STUFF I DO IN MY ROOM E.G. DRAW MOUSTACHES ON CHELSEA PLAYERS.
I DONT HAVE ENOUGH SOCKETS TO CHARGE MY I-POD! I USED THEM ALL CHARGING MY PHONE AND CAMERA! I ONLY HAVE 2 SOCKETS!! OUT OF THE 36 IN THE WHOLE HOUSE (I DONT HAVE EXTENSIONS)
I DONT HAVE ANY LONG MIRRORS!! I CANT SEE MY BIG BUTT!
I CANT SEEM TO REMEMBER WHERE I PUT MY PADS!!
I DONT THINK I PACKED MR. FUZZUMS AND HE'S ALL ALONE AND SCARED WITH ALL THE OTHER STUFFED TOYS!!!
I CANT FIND THE HIDDEN LOVE LETTERS I WAS MEANT TO SEND TO DAVID ARCHULETA!
I WROTE "I HATE THIS" IN STICKY NOTES ALL OVER MY ROOM - excuse me- ALL OVER MY DULL, UNEXCITING, STUPENDOUSLY BORING FREAKY DORM.
IM LISTENING TO DEPRESSING SONGS e.g. PIECE OF ME
IM ABOUT TO SCREAM IN FRUSTRATION 'CUS THE COLA SODAS ARE OUT OF STOCK!!
I HAVE NO CREDIT! NO FRIGGIN' CREDIT! HOW THE HELL AM I GOING TO LIVE?! HOW THE HELL AM I GOING TO SURVIVE 6 MONTHS IN THIS STATE PRISON?!

im doomed.

I forgot - It's Father's Day

So much for a loyal daughter. I mean, I'm loyal AND sophisticated. However, sometimes i forget and when i do, it's not the best of times to argue in a time like that.
We actually slept in our new house last night, to tell you the truth, it didn't feel like "Home". It felt like plastic. The room, the huge amount of money we used to renovate the house was superb, but the feeling wasn't there.
The fact that my room is the furthest and is on the 3rd floor kinda gets to me everyday. I'm fine with it, but how are my "people" going to last climbing up marble steps?
Oh and there was that disco on friday. Wasn't so good. Dancing here and there. Bits of clothing swaying in tune with the music. Unwanted body parts shaking all over the place. You know, typical disco day.
I'm very superstitious. Friday 13th was a little bad. I forgot my volleyball. I felt crap because the "Z" factor wanted to play with it. My allergy on my right hand is spreading to my left hand. I had to go to the orthodentist to check the damage i did on my teeth. It hurts so bad. I didn't have any clothes to the disco, I was very undecisive. Should i go? Or not? That's why i didn't have any oufit. So we had to buy some stuff. Yep, I came late to the disco. Oh and just before the last song i hurt my toe. My left big toe. It hurts. It started bleeding and i have no idea what to do.
2 days after the incident, the dried up blood is a dark disgusting shade of red. Nice nail polish, eh? Free, too.
The "Z" factor said hi to me, =].
I guess friday the 13th isn't ALL that bad.
I missed a party yesterday and i just can't seem to get my lazy butt out of the house. I haven't unpacked all my stuff yet cus i didn't pack everything. I didn't like the fact that I'm moving and i didn't like the fact that we're unpacking. It sucks cus we'll have to another house in 6 months, i bet.
I had a fever last night and i enjoyed listening to "wonderwall".
I've got english homework to finish up. Later.
I've got french to do. Later.
I've got a deranged brother to 'fess up. Later.
I've got ape-like sisters to loosen down. Later.
I've got a secret admirer (although it isn't a secret anymore) to deal with. Later.
I've got a crush that i need talking to or i'll die lonely. Ok i'll do that now.

This isn't all about Father's Day...
Anyways, I love my dad. Happy Father's Day papa. ----> Gerry Paglinawan. <3

People who quit is a quitter. Looks like I'm a quitter.

OK i just can not take this any more. Period.

I can't go on into this blog thinking of new juicy things to post. It's like messing up with my time and i have got tons to write.

TONS.

I'll give it up, just until the summer holidays. I can type away then. But between that time and now, i shall cherish my beloved time for revising for the music exam, training for the basketball game tomorrow (seniors! wow!), spending time with people leaving (haha. SUCKERS! =P), doing extra hard work for more credit for my end of year report, finishing off unwanted homework, watching CSI (look, i missed a lot of episodes, OK?), writing a shopping list, my death-list, my people-who-rock-and-should-be-president list, my teachers-i-could-tell-watch-a-little-too-much-discovery-channel list, my people-who-i-suspect-touched-my-chocolate-chip-ice-cream list (I suspect my brother. He made this lame excuse that i left it out in the table so long someone took it and said it was that garbage man. Pfft. Lame excuse. Anyone with the right mind would've realised that by now) and my who-should-i-assassinate-to-take-over-the-world list as far as the Great Wall of China (that's not really a list because i should go kill everyone in the world. Like I'm going to get a chance to do that).

Anyways, the sad news is that were pakcing our house of nearly 8 years. Yup. Leaving by the end of this week. The happy memories are going to get smashed down when this rich family starts to take over. I remember that wall where we kept measuring our height every time our birthdays arrive. I remember that carving on my wooden table of the person i had my first crush on. I remember the place where we stuffed all the Barbies in when we played "The Dinosaur Natzis". I remember the pond where we swam in our tiny white undies looking for tadpoles. I remember the little dent on the wall when i accidentally tripped. I remember the curtains where i took refuge looking at trespassers. I remember my (11th? or 12th?) birthday when all the girls and guys slept over then my dad got seriously angry since we were still up at 2. Oh jeez. I remember a lot. I remember this much from the past and i can't even remember what an emergent is on my geography exam.
Tata for now. My music revision is taking ages to accomplish.
Do you think music teachers gets bribed easily? Nah.
Do you think they'll be generous if you send them Vanilla sundaes for everyday of the year? Maybe.

This weekend was a mayhem and I'm puffed.

OH MY GOD.

The weekend wasn't exactly a nightmare, but i it was literally busy. BUSY I TELL YA.

Friday:

• Meet up with Nikki.
• Shopping. (e.g. looking at things we're going to buy when we reach 30, have millionaires as husbands and a little chihuahua called Chuck).
• Ate at Paris Deli (Caesar salad, pumpkin soup, mango smoothie and a whopping Tarlet with strawberries and kiwi) and WOW, they can make food babies fast.
• Went to buy CD's with dad. Who knew that man still had a little crush on Jennifer Lopez. Note to self: Don't tell mum.
• Go home. On the ride we were listening to Hilary Duff and Pussycat Dolls. Can you believe it? I am so lame. Lame-O.
• We came home late. I don't recall what we did as soon as we came home...
• However, i do remember getting dressed into pj's then playing cards.
• Then getting hyper.
• Then drinking a little too much Sting.
• Then being Madam Pepperoni with a blue and purple turban laughing like a hyena on crack.
• Then going to sleep at... at... we went to sleep ok?
• Yup, that's my friday.
• (We = Me and Nikki)

Saturday:

• Waking up at 9-ish... -ish Or was it 7?
• Got dressed for saturday football. (Unfortunately, we didn't have a game that day =[ ... )
• Went to the Sat. Footie party.
• Receive medal and get photo. Group photo. How can someone look like a chimpanzee and a baboon at the same time in one photo?? A chimpaboon?? Or babanzee?? I prefer the chimpaboon.
• Straight after that, went to Cafe Evita's. Vasco's birthday.
• I adore Vanilla ice cream. Mmm... Cafe Evita has the best Margarita Pizza in the radius of... The whole friggin' city. I swear, if or when i get a job there, i'll get obese in a matter of. weeks.
• No offence, but it was BO-RING. All we did was watch this lame video (that Prince Caspian something Narnia something wasn't lame. Just the reception).
• I couldn't leave straightaway; Vasco would've murdered me, stuffed my lifeless body with tomatoes and lettuces then feed me to that vicious carnivore-eating dog. Pinky. Pinky is Vasco's canine. I swear that dog gave me "the look". "The look" was saying-leave-this-building-or-suffer-my-wrath or you-have-no-idea-what-i'd-do-to-you-when-my-boss-lets-me look. I'm not going back there.
• We ate pizza and played some cards. Mango smoothie was delish. Except the fact that it costs a fortune. Thank God it was free.
• After we've eaten, drank and slept, Vasco told us to go to Diamond. I actually skipped it. Don't ask me why, but i did.
• Ok. I left because i like this dude. Then this girl asked Vasco if that girl, this girl and my super-cool fiance would go together in his car. Damn was i pissed.
• I guess i made a dramatic exit because that Austrian birthday boy practically begged me stay. Yup, he begged. Seriously! He went down unto his knees and started pleading.
• Maybe he didn't go on his knees, but he did the other things!
• My day went from bad to worse as i stepped out of that door. It was raining and i was wearing a light pink shirt with a black sports bra. Great, just great.
• I was meant to go to Jenn's, Mimi's and Natsuki's farewell party right away, but i didn't feel like it. And i didn't have a car.
• I took a wee nap then i left when my brother picked me up.
• Ruben, Ezra, Paolo and Bernard were there watching Transformers in the car.
• What is up with these bullet points?
• I arrived, went swimming with my clothes since i totally forgot my swimmers, played tennis-volleyball. Tenneyball. or Vollis.
• We ate, watched farewell presentations. They cried. I didn't cry, I was actually laughing the whole time.
• We got a jammies on. They were all watching One Missed Call. (I slept through it, I was exhausted! OK?!) they kept waking me up lol. I went upstairs to go online.
• We missed Switzerland vs Czech Republic in the Euros. Sadly, the swiss lost. The next game was Portugal (WOOHOO!! YEA!!! uh huh uh huh) vs Turkey (...zzzZZzzz...) I only watch the first half, I slept through it.
• We prank called people before the match. No-one, i think, wasn't in the mood of doing anything.
• My brother went to the girl's room and started mooning... and releasing methane gases. I guess some people produce more deadly-greenhouse-gases than others. I think it runs genetically. My dad and mum does the same thing all the time. Wait. That means... I DO NOT FART. loudly...

I'm going to go to bed now. Anything major today? Well I've got this huge rash on my right hand. It's spreading. I'm not allergic to anything... or am i? Ever since we started packing and moving our things to the new house, I've gotten the rash. I've also got a bruised right wrist. Oh and the major suck-up for tomorrow is that we've got Gmynastics for 8th and 7th period. Yuck. Gross. I detest anything that involves you having to go upside down and lifting youself. I swear, when i grow up, I'm going to have a riot against people doing things on a long piece of thing. Sorry, i had a momentary lapse of anger.

Tata

Besides the fact that a tanned European chick is flirting with my dream fiance, everything is fine.

If you were a famous soap opera character for 15 years, a singer for the president for 8 years, 7 years for being a mad scientist thinking of a way to cure cancer, a professional football player playing for the greatest club known to man, Manchester United, for 19 years, with 13 years added because you had a coma, climbing the Everest for the 89th time in 22 years, watching all english-speaking movies and reading the latest and popular novels in the 20th and the 21st century for 26 years, making a huge corporation that would make space travelling easier for humans to reach Uranus and travelling through black holes for 56 years.

What would you be now?

I am who i am

I was lovestruck. I was an idiot. I was a liar. I was the shy one. I was the reason boys run away. I was miserable. I was an imbecile. I was not a daddy's girl. I was spoilt. I was afraid of who i am. I was the leaking porkchop. I was laughed at. I was petrified of change. I was the black sheep. I was the slow poke. I was the leader of my nerd clan. I was always in a bad attitude. I was the girl who made nothing with her life. I was heartbroken. I was weak. I was gullible. I was ugly. I was not myself.

I was nothing.

I'm different. I'm unique. I'm hidden. I'm creative. I'm a proud citizen of locoville, USA. I'm the reason kids dream at night. I'm just being myself. I'm a laughing piece of love. I'm feeling constipated, in a good way. I'm a football player. I'm fit and healthy. I'm a damage icon on counter strike. I'm in love with sports. I'm stylish. I'm improving. I'm losing, but gaining. I'm spreading my wings. I'm not letting the monster from the past haunt me. I'm beautiful. I'm smiling. I'm laughing. I'm loving my family. I'm a smart, sophisticated student. I'm smelling the sweet aroma Spring brings around once a year. I'm helpful. I'm afraid of being alone. I'm stronger. I'm in love.

I'm something new.

The "Z" Factor

Everyone has a "Z" factor.

If you don't, then you're probably not from the same planet as Arnold Schwarzenegger or something. The weird thing is that we're probably not. He's in his own little world terminating innocent killer robots. Seriously, that guy has issues.

Enough about the "Z" factor. You probably have no clue what I'm talking about. Well, that's me. I blab total nonsense in ways i cannot explain.

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I love Manchester United.

I don't like mosquitoes.

I hate leaving my wedgie unplucked.

I dislike cookie monsters always having to steal my chocolate 'n' chip cookies.

I'm a real cry baby when watching Titanic.

I hate pop-ups when signing on hotmail or yahoo.

I believe Purple Ronnie's Little Guide to Life is very useful.

I hope the world won't go crashing down when I'm alive - only when i've died.

I don't like guys with huge egos. Who does?

I hate people who dislike spongebob squarepants.

I get along with people who keeps blankies with them at night.

I will twist someone's neck if they ever get too close to my bag of bon bons.

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Let the writing begin.

OI

To all viewers,

Have no fear, this is no ordinary "i-don't-have-a-life-so-piss-off" kind of blogspot. Haha that's so weird... blogspot... haha. One problem i encountered was that thing in the beginning. Thinking of your blog title is impossible.

I swear, teachers should post this up in the end of year exams.

Today was really, AHHH, you know. Volleyball during lunch was wicked awesome. The sun was throwing fire balls at us. I mean, Jesus Christ.

I don't get this, so i'll probably treat this as my diary.

I like oompa-loompas.

I don't like anti-natalist policies.

I hate red traffic lights.

Oh by the way, I'm not really Janice. I'm Janice's conscience. She's gone to the lavatory. Omg, did i just say lavatory?? Ye. Lavatory.

Great success on the first blog, don'tcha think?