This is Elmer the 'elefante'. I took a picture of the storybook during class.


This is Serendra.


I was supposed to take a picture of this kitten being breastfed but then Lance scared it away.


Cupcakes. How nice.

So I really didn't know what to blog about

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I totally take back what I said in the previous entry. I do not want to listen to Girlfriend!!!

Spanish classes are pretty much alright. I got lost on my way to class because the security guard gave me directions I could not comprehend. She said something like 'go straight straight straight ahead and to the playground but don't go up the stairs then go up the other stairs to the third floor in the Segovia building'

You could guess my reaction. Anyway, I was about 20 minutes late and when I got in the classroom I saw my friend Janina already seated. She was my classmate in fourth grade.

So, after, we went to Market market for lunch.

So that's Jeremy and the camel

And that's me looking pretty overjoyed with Jeremy and the camel

Can you see how hot it is in the Philippines?

Okay, four words: I WANT CHEESE POPCORN, DAMN IT! Oh, that was six. Ugh, I really want cheese popcorn.

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I didn't realize I was singing 'On A High' into the kitchen
My fingernails are awesomely red!
I can't seem to download Girlfriend.
I am IN THE MOOD to listen to Girlfriend! :O
thirty-four degrees Celsius doesn't seem so hot as thirty-freaking-nine degrees Celsius
I'm blogging more than once today




Something is not right.

Or maybe everything is back to normal.

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Happy birthday, Leena! I'm sorry I can't celebrate your birthday with you. I want to thank you for being such a great friend. Whenever I need to talk to someone about some things that bother me, you're always there. You always make me happy at the end of the day. Hey, it's only seldom you find people you can call your real friends. Don't ever think that people take your kindness for granted. You deserve to be happy and whatever you give will come back to you a thousandfold.



Last night, my sister and I were listening to songs which nostalgically reminded us of Singapore. To name a few, No Promises by Shayne Ward, Knew it All Along by Midtown, Where'd You Go by Fort Minor, Look What You've Done by Jet and Collide by Howie Day. They all make me feel so 'awwshucksdamnit'.

Anyway, it drizzled a bit last night. This made me happy.

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I swear never to overeat ever ever again.

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There are those times I just feel like a mess

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This is getting boring. Blogging about everyday life, I mean.

Anyway, today was fun. I went out with two of my cousins, my sister and Lance after lunch. We were planning to watch a movie but decided later on that no movie seemed worth our bucks. So we bought buffalo wings, mojos, fries, a chocolate cake, a doughnut, an eclair, coffee, cookies and cheese popcorn (my request, of course). But not all at the same time. So we shared them all and went home.

I didn't want to have dinner when we got home (duh)

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I entered this page 45 minutes ago, forgot about blogging and ironically just updated my xanga. Please do not laugh at the url, thank you. I kinda like the way xanga skins look with all the tiny links and fonts at the end of the entries. Yes, I like them all very much. I will update my Multiply account soon enough and even add captions and descriptions (if I have to) which is really a big deal.

I don't remember how I bruised my right knee.

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Yesterday was my paternal grandmother's 79th birthday.

I watched my 23-year old cousin draw using a software similar to Photoshop. It was really cool since there were different brush strokes and blenders. He was drawing a rat and I asked him if rats had square teeth and he said "No, I have a rat's skull and it has pointy teeth. Do you want to see it? It's in my room."

My sister and I followed him into his room which greeted us with interesting clutter. We didn't mind the clutter, really. We were amused by it. He showed us a cabinet - all his empty cigarette packs and there were more than a two hundred in there, I tell you. There were also a couple tall cans with cigarette packs flattened and stuffed inside. He quit last year because he got a real bad throat infection which affected his eyes, nose and ears. He also showed us two of his cat skulls and one rat skull. Yes, a rat skull does have pointy teeth. We were told about his Ragnarok addiction and how he spent a fortune on the game. There were so many prepaid cards I had to volunteer to sort them. I also saw the human skull of I-don't-know-whose in his room. Since there were two doctors in the family, he found it just lying around and decided to keep it. I remembered when I was in third grade and I brought the skull to school in my Barbie lunch box.

My sister opened a cabinet and saw many, many magazines. She asked "So you don't buy any FHM?" (she didn't know, really)

And he said "Oh, these are all FHM and I have one Singapore issue!" (with pride)

So, what did I learn about cigarette packs? They smell really nice. Why smoke cigarettes when you can spend all day just sniffing them? I didn't even know there was a cinnamon kind!

I wanted to go to Starbucks to get a drink after the little gathering but then the closest outlet near our house is currently undergoing renovation. Many people are now deprived of nice coffee. Never mind, I'll just go somewhere else.

I'm going to Baguio on Friday and I'll be back on Sunday.

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I remember the times I used to watch Popeye every day. I even believed that spinach gave us paranormal powers.

click, click, clickety click

Mouth: I liked you better when it was too dark
to see. When we were too caught up in the
moment to speak. When we were all by ourselves,
so you didnt have to pretend with me.

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Hello, blog-stalkers. It's been only six days since I last blogged. I didn't quite miss it. Not having much interest in updating you on my life is really the reason why I wasn't blogging. So, I suppose I should blog now just for the sake of blogging.

First of all, I have nothing to write. This is also one of the major reasons why I stopped blogging. I know I've been tagging "I don't have time 'cause I'm busy" again and again but hey, if there's a will there's a way, right? Yeah, I had some time to blog but I decided to refrain from it because I'd end up writing nothing.

I'm having art lessons tomorrow while today, I do absolutely nothing. Nada. Today couldn't be less boring. I got up at eleven, watched a movie that got choppy during the best parts so I chose not to watch it anymore, had mango salad which wasn't exactly filling and this unfortunately led me to gobble down potato chips, sugary preserved mangoes and strawberry cream-coated pretzels. This is so against my healthy diet. I am supposed to have self-control, damn it!

Now, you know how my so-called "healthy" diet is going. And, I know my copycats and I don't really appreciate what they do.

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Mom: three years ago you were new in Marymount! Crying to sleep. (smiles with sympathy)
me: you make me sound pathetic
Mom: but you were! (grins)

Oh, udders.

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HAD TO REFORMAT THIS BLAAAARDY COMPUTER.

All my pictures - gone. All my important documents - gone. All my schoolwork - gone. All my downloaded applications - gone. All my Grey's Anatomy - gone. Basically, drive C is gone. I'm glad I was smart enough to save my songs to drive D. Drive D is safe, thank God. So, it's not a virus that caused my computer to crash. My parents had to buy a McAfee anti-virus software that's supposed to be protecting the computer. I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, OKAY.

People get impatient when it's hot. iTunes is only 53% complete and it's been there since 10:30 PM.

And I'm enrolling for art lessons with Michael and Isabel just so I have something to occupy myself with during summer.

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For Jeremy's birthday, he got an inflatable pool. I suggested we put bubble bath :D It was great but of course, it's far from a swimming pool. And shallow is an understatement. But it is private. What the heck, of course it's private.

It's the beginning of Holy Week and I haven't been much charitable. I wasn't either during Lent. All I'm thinking of now is Easter Sunday and how adults won't let me participate in egg-hunting anymore. There are many disadvantages we get as we grow up.

I wonder what it'll be like to be independent - no parents. Some people think it would 'so rock' but to me, it's scary. I'm pretty dependent on my parents. Actually, I'm very dependent on my parents. I can't really imagine how I'd be living without them. Mainly, without any adults. We shouldn't really complain so much, as their children. In their time, they didn't own cellphones or computers. Are you impatient? It's common among the youth because we are the generation of instant messaging and other fast crap. I AM IMPATIENT. They had few privileges, basically. Yeah, you probably think that this is a different generation but the values must remain. Do you still respect your parents? Do you answer back? Do you abuse your privileges? I admit, I've lost and gained my parents' trust on and off.

I wasn't exactly planning to write about this but here I am, writing about this.

If you are angry at your parents for being so 'naggy' or 'irritating', they're just there because they love you and they raised you to be who you are today. We should appreciate our parents :) To parents who left their children behind: you must be ashamed :|

So, that's all I want to write for tonight.



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You might guess that I watched 300. I watched it with Michael and Lance and it was really.. enjoyable? The gore and everything was awesome. I shall not elaborate further as I might just spoil it for some people.

I was kicking a ball around with Jeremy and my dad and I think I stepped on an anthill. There were so many red ants biting my feet! It was so painful, I almost cried. Of course I didn't but my feet had horrible red patches. IT HURT SO BAD :'(

Anyway, I have to go to bed now. It's 12:37 and I need to sleep. Last night, I slept past four in the morning.

I'll blog more next time.
GOOD NIGHT. And my tagboard is so lifeless.

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