|| so long and thanks for all the fish, everyone ||

hello folks! i'm practically ditching this site because i commercialized it too much. it's my own fault, i must say. i am relocating to simpler, more private blogsites... typical house in the country kinda deal. so yeah. it was getting hard... as all the people i wanted to write about in my diary already knew the url of my diary sooooooooo... blah.

so thanks for those who even care and drop me a comment on the tagboard for anything. i shall still check up on this and from time to time drop by and blind all your remaining drops of eyesight with my excessively colorful and utterly unheard of layouts. okay, i'll try to not make it that bad.

signing off,
teh blotchy pengirl

|| i like a guy who trembles when i kiss him ||

adeek song: Get To Me || Train
daily movie dose: Gone In 60 Seconds
food mood:  cheesy

it feels like summer again, and two weeks into it, the whole headbusting humidity + 13-hour naps + junkfood fest + cHaTtInG makes me feel like cubao. my summers were always comfortable ones. very laid back, mostly consisting of doing muffin except stacking up on movies that i'd be discussing, writing about, making references to, and bragging about having seen the rest of the year. life is still pretty much as it was. and thank God.

summer always was the time to philosophize about life, love, and biikiinii mall sales. of course, the latter has changed from 'the next excuse to go to greenhills'. and certain things have changed. whenever i used to leave the house in cubao i was paranoid that i'd left a highly crowded room with an appliance still plugged into one of our multiple octopus plugs and torch the whole house only to come back to what would look like the insides of a barbeque pit. now whenever i leave the apartment i'm paranoid that i left the bathtub faucet on with the plug in and flood our rooms into the Waterworld sequel. i still talk mostly every night with my best friend, but aside from chatting on mIRC, yahoo! messenger has carried on the bulk of my friends. i still think i'm going back to mIRC though... simply because i promised i would. i keep my promises.

what other differences are there... well obviously, i used to blog on livejournal and i'm here on xanga now... i used to be so single it wasn't funny. now, i worry about hiding my whereabouts just like the rest of teenagekind. which is kind of an insult to my intelligence, but hey. i did say i wanted to belong.

mahn, it feels weird having my mood ring on my left thumb instead of on my right. i can't breathe very well in this dress...................

there's muffin like love. the zaniest thing is, though, you get lots of matches when you google it. and they all come really close, like missing by a hair kinda close. but hold up, i'm gonna continue this entry in tagalog coz i planned to do the entire thing in tagalog and simply forgot i was supposed to. :sweatdrop:

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walang ka2lad ang pag-ibig. ang nakakawindang nga lang ay marami kang matatagpuang parang pag-ibig at wala pang isang piraso ng sinulid ang sablay sa 22o.

-------- edit later... off to a family party. later taters. ----------

|| booyah, babeh ! ! ! ||

..............nuff said...............

|| this is for sabrina ||

i know she prolly won't be able to read this because,,, ahm,,, she has a life and can't be just checkin up on my site whenever. anyway, dood, this is for you. how i miss your poetry. the word "surpass" to compare yours to mine doesn't say it enough.

It Isn’t Love

The air, light and plenty, atop of the clouds
Was not meant to float down to those well-endowed
Those whose lives are preened and trimmed and placed on the lawn
For the sun to grace her lavish dewdrops upon
Where the color kings line up to partake in their food
While the gallant white daystars have their coffee brewed
It was not meant for she whose afternoons involved
Countless kisses and cakes, given, taken, not loved

But what for the indignity of justifying life?
Too many sleeping pills and hot baths have been spent
Buying tickets to run to anywhere but the truth
But what for the indignity of loving but not loving?
The heart can only be etherized so much…

The air enters in intervals skipping and still
In the room where the walls inch in jagged at will
Through the song of the trees and the crunches of steps
Past the marshes and logs where the fireflies all wept…
Into holes passing through a blushed lemon’s left eye
To come out as a breeze where white dresses hang dry
But not for the girl whose sky painted above
Framed all of life’s hues but paled drab without love.

|| yeah, and... so?! ||

food mood: 1%
adeek song: Let's Call The Whole Thing Off || Matt Dusk
daily movie dose: Ace Ventura 2: When Nature Calls

lately i've been having this unhealthy obssession with this girl. she's so flickin purty. i don't know what to do and i panic for what to say. but since i'm a smooth operator, i never let off... but the truth is i'm crazy about her... like... crazy2x. hahah. don't worry. i don't do stupid stunts. and i'm not creepy-ish about it, like i don't follow her around and sniff in her garbage or anything..... [and i would know this, why? MOVIES, OF DAMN COURSE. heheh.]

my best friend's crush actually LOOKS like her!!! it's nuts!!! i finally got to see the friendster pix of the famous... [let's call her suzie]... suzie. and she looks like that girl i'm nuts about! damN! me and my best friend are waaa~aaay more alike than we thought.

ahm,,, woot else. muffin much. hahahah.

ABY, MINA'S HERE?! WHERE AT?! ANONG MGA NUMBER NYO?! heheh.