.i wish that cam fiasco would be over.
.i wish i could shop for christmas.
.i wish for a job.
.i wish to be multi tasking.
.i wish everyone has money.
.i wish for everyone to just get along.
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i went with pao to this body building contest last night because we wanted to see those two contestants who represented the gym we were working out in.. before we even got inside the sports center, i saw this foreigner (who was also a contestant) wore a thong brief! good Lord. the moment i saw that massive body—with a thong, i had 2nd thoughts on coming in. but we went in anyway. it seemed that the longer we stayed to watch the contest, the more fun it got. masarap manlait ng contestant na indi mo alam na bet pala ng mga katabi mo. masarap din mamuri ng bet niyo na hindi rin naman nanalo. haha ang lalake ng katawan! walangya, parang pag pinompyang ka dalawang araw kang tulog! haha. at first, i thought it was, well, rather "too manly" for me. but as the contest progressed, it went all good. …Of the one year and three months of being together, i had learned a lot from paolo. he views things so widely that it never fails to amuse me. He hates injustices, and cruelty done to those people who don’t deserve such treatment. He could be a potential preacher mind you. sure glad to have him. hmmm… i don’t want to overshare since i am quite aware that You, you reader you, have short attention span so i’ll skip to my point. Why do we make ‘love life’ be such a very great deal? As i was on my way home from gym, i tried to think about possible answers why: i think that love— whether we like it or not, will come to us no matter how much we avoid it. and when it finally comes, it could be the most life ruining thing or it could also be the sweetest thing that could ever happen to us. let’s not deny the undeniable. we love love. it’s gud to know that we have that someone to make us feel we’re appreciated for what we do, for being who we genuinely are, and op cors, to feel that we are WANTED. For when we are wanted, we gain self-worth and when we gain self-worth, then we finally have a reason for living. giv it some thought. i consider last night one of the best nights i ever had. Friends, fun and pagibig altogether. shet. if i had one wish it would be that i don’t want last night to end. at first, i honestly thought it’d be boring. although i had my friends there, they seemed so busy catching up with each other i thought it would go on until my bday ends, but when we started drinking (and getting drunk), i saw animals—funny wild animals taking picture in the stupidest positions they could ever think of. haha.may nag picture pa sa banyo. haha baliw. i got drunk–vomitting drunk. ive never been drunk like that since highschool. i fell asleep on the couch with pao and we woke up with my brother cleaning up after our mess. haha. pinagtatawanan ako kasi ung suka ko nkita nila. purong gin walang halong pagkain. eew. there were still 3 of my friends who fell asleep in my room. haha nakakatawa pag nkita mong matulog! me and pao woke them up, had our breakfast, and said our buh-byes after. sa lahat ng nagpunta salamat..pasensya na dun sa mga di ko nasabihan ha.. sundot-brtdey lang ksi ang nangyari haha. i woke up with heavy bags around my eyes as if it was bitten by an ipis or somethin. go figure. I become a sissy when things i fear happen. and this time i did not expect this to be blowing this hard. i always hope for good things, that’s why i’m lame at fights. i don’t result to rage but rather to reason and emotion– most of times. when ull c me mad as monster, ul be seeing miracle. among my many personalities, this is one of ‘em; my needy phase. and i feel like shit. my heart’s beating turned abnormal and i can’t stop it. but no matter how abnormal things might get, i’m still on high hopes for reconsiderations and compromise. im not redi to wave my white flag just yet. I refuse to feel hurt. But there are some things that no matter how hard you try to ignore, it just won’t go away. I am the type who suppresses her feelings for as long as she could barely endure. According to popular belief, bottling up feelings may not be the best idea. Maybe. But I refuse to take it.
I get bruised easily. I forgive but I never forget. I love to nurture and please those people dear to me, putting their needs above mine (without them knowing) most of times but I carry no regrets.
Sometimes I feel that I don’t exist ‘cos I have different definitions of what genuine enjoyment should be. I may appear apathetic but this is me. I can rest my butt alone in my room for long hours without getting bored by my own company (although it would be much better if I have somebody or a couple of people to share sheer boredom with).
I am a fan of great randomness. In fact, I consider it to be one of my ultimate talents. I can swing from one character to another and it never seems to be constant. It’s more like reflex action really, like one minute I’m funny and alive, and then the next I’m sulking like a sissy.
I am grateful for these set of people who understands the way that I simply am. However, I know sometimes I can be a handful. No matter how much I try to make myself evident, sadly– these dear people don’t seem to understand. And no matter how well they might know me, underneath lies that different side of me waiting to be dug up.
aftr quite some time, i missed working out. and i finally did again this thursday with pao. and now i am harnessing the after effects of collosal weights that i tried putting on that massive hack squat machine (watever they may call it) i started at 30 lbs. then pao insisted i put on another 10lbs on each side. and so i did. and i must say i was stronger than i had imagined.but still not satisfied, my ultimate Gym man, suggested i try putting on some more weight (maybe until i hear my bones crack). and now here i am ladies and gents, limp as a cookie dumped on its milk–but still sane though i am physically aching. – then i figured: this hurt cud mean that my work outs are actually ‘working out’ for me. hmmm.vina morales body coming up! nyay.haha March 16, 2007 NSTP Concert
We were told to watch this amateur musical showcase for us to raise funds for the people in Tatalon,
Quezon City . I loathe going really—‘cos I assumed it would be another waste-of-time show but we were required to go so we still went. Paolo decided to wait for me until 9pm because it’s unsafe to go home alone from a place like Mendiola considering I’m a girl.
The show started promptly at 6pm. We watched the whole fiasco from the highest floor of the PHL building. First, there was a dance showdown from different colleges (I suppose) followed by the band showcase. The dance showdown was surprisingly groovy—I liked it. SELAMS Streetworx were there in all fairness to them, they did great last night. And then came in the band showcase, the first 5 bands were annoying for me, ‘cos I think they’re just there to create non-sense noise. They were out of tune, some accidental (maybe because of stage fright) while some intentionally attempted to change the tone of the REAL song! It was freakin’ annoying I’m telling you. Ang feeling kase, akala nila sikat na sila para ibahin yung tono nung kanta, Kaleidoscope World pa yung binaboy. Darn it. They sang songs the audience knew and then followed it with something THEY ONLY KNEW. I heard New Found Glory, Taking Back Sunday, Paramore and Dashboard Confessional songs and it did not sound one bit of the original. They ruined the songs—arrgh. Plus the fact that the audience had no idea what the monkey’s ass were they singing about. The sounds coming from their instruments were just smashing together and it was not making any good sound either. I had to take them credit that they knew how to play a musical instrument- that’s one thing. But it’s not just about knowing how to play an instrument; it’s about making those instruments jive together to make rockin’ sounds everybody can tolerate.
The second batch of bands—well, they were better. Amateur as they were, the audience jammed with them which was a good indication that they were performing well. They also sang songs the audiences don’t know about, but the latter still bop their heads to it while tapping on their lap pretending it was a drum or something. So you see, it’s ok to show your stuff, do your kind of music, and play whatever the audience wants to hear—as long as you play it right because after all, the audience always deserves a good show. my body is a friggin limp biscuit and i mean no Fred Durst or any goatee-d man for dt matter.. i mean real limp.. yehey. back to school na aketch mama! masaya itu. ahaha .. cant believe il b wearin uniforms again.. uggh |
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