Red Banana's freaky life in writing...
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red banana got her name from blumintritt market place. she was very fond of the word banana so she used it.
she loves jessica zafra, and she hates her for being so... RIGHT.
if you want to please red banana, give her melons and ponkans and really good pasta.
or just be nice.
red banana may be happy academically but her love life sucks. over the years, she seems to have found an interest in taken guys. of course she always ends up broken
red banana loves to write... hindi ba obvious?
red banana loves to sing... she knows songs from almost any era...
red banana doesn't have a favorite color... her color preferences change over the seasons.
red banana loves musicals and broadway shows... why she can not explain.
red banana's favorite shows include sex and the city and ally mcbeal.
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16.11.03
(1) Helga was twelve years old when she last saw her sister Elizabeth who left home for Manila. Her father found out early morning after fishing, and immediately asked for help in finding his daughter. Several relatives agreed to help; Men took two rusting jeeps and went looking around the area, and the women were all inside the house. The children were playing role-play-chase outside, the manang Betings being chased by two boys playing tiong Dado, and once caught they get imprisoned with auntie Adang. Helga was not allowed to join her cousins at play; Instead, she joined the women – mothers and grandmothers, widows and spinsters alike. They were all on their knees, looking up to the image of the Virgin, hands over beads, saying memorized prayers in whispers until the sun set.
(2) That night, Conrado, their father, came home dripping with sweat, weary from searching throughout Pangasinan, La Union, Abra, and the other towns surrounding Candon for his eldest child. He pulled out the white flannel from his back and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Andrea quickly crossed herself and stood up, signaling Helga to do the same, and asked her younger daughter to fetch her father a cold glass of water. Helga ran as quickly as she could to their small kitchen and opened the three-foot tall box refrigerator. She took out a plastic pitcher and poured considerably cold water into a plastic cup when she heard her mother cry. She ran as quickly as she could to the living room again, where she found Andrea hitting Conrado on his chest, pounding hard while shouting and blaming the latter for being so slow and lazy. “You were out-run by your child! How slow could you get?” she screamed. With tears pouring down her skinny cheeks, she continued, “Why, Dado? Why can’t you find your own daughter?”
(3) Conrado tried to control his hysterical wife by grabbing her arms, but she moved so quick that he could not grip well and stop her from hurting him. He caught her elbows, but Andrea was able to get out of his grip and started to pound his chest harder. As she pounded with all her anger, she threw curses at him, “You are a whore’s son! You pushed your own daughter to leave us! You are the son of the devil! You should burn in hell for what has happened to your daughter!” Conrado ran out of patience with Andrea, and he hit her so hard she was thrown on the floor. She looked up at her husband with bleeding lips, and shouted, “Beat me! And I will run to Manila too!”
(4) Helga was not able to move, fearing her mother and her father both for their anger. She stood frozen with the glass of water in her hand. “You are a whore!” Conrado shouted back. “You are a dumb whore who passed stupidity to your daughter!” He raised his eyes from the floor to Helga, and she understood that she must hand the water to her tired father. As he drank, Andrea remained on the floor, crying. When he finished his glass of water, he angrily said, but not shouted, “You put ideas in Beting’s mind. You built her dreams of Manila. You pushed her. I blame you. Helga!”
(5) Helga looked up to her father, “Yes, Tatang?”
(6) “Go and get me the entire pitcher of water.” He sat down on the small bench and picked up his white flannel, “I am tired.” He threw the flanel to Andrea’s face that it made a snap, “Adang, I will go to sleep.”
(7) Helga helped her mother up on the bench inside the living room. she checked the small alarm clock Elizabeth gave her for her birthday – it said nine o’clock. It was already late, and Helga was sleepy. She usually slept on the bench, but since she thought her mother seemed comfortable lying there, she decided to pull out the banig from under the living room table. Manang Beting forgot this, Helga thought, where would she sleep? She checked if the pillows were still there, and pulled one for her mother, and one for herself. She tried to lift Andrea’s head to insert the pillow, but she found that she couldn’t touch her mother. She was afraid that Andrea would go crazy on her again and hit her the way she hit Conrado when she gets out of control. She decided to speak to her mother, “Inang?”
(8) Andrea did not answer; all Helga could hear were her mother’s heavy hiccups and moand. “Inang, I have a pillow here for you, do you want it?”
(9) “No.”
(10) She leaned a little closer to her mother,
(11) “Why? The bench is hard, and if you don’t use a pillow your back will hurt a lot.”
(12) “No.”
(13) ‘Inang – “
(14) “No.”
(15) Helga felt that her mother would not answer her, so she decided to try and sleep. She looked at the alarm clock again, nine fifteen in the night. She remembered that usually, only she and Elizabeth were up at this hour, and she would ask her older sister about high school and the houses downtown Candon. Elizabeth went to Candon City High School, twenty minutes of a jeepney ride from their house in Barrio Tamurong, but more than an hour of walk away. Of course Elizabeth never had to walk to school, because there was always Tiong Badong and Auntie Kasing to drop her at the town proper while on their way to Sto. Domingo to deliver the fish ordered by some of the richer Ilocanos there. Elizabeth had to walk three blocks of residential streets until she reaches the town plaza, which she crosses to get to her school. Helga always loved it when Elizabeth would tell stories about the people who lived in the beautiful houses she passed by everyday on her way to school. One of the owners they baptized as Bangbangsit, the old lady who smelled funny because of all the oils she puts on her skin. Bangbangsit’s house was fairly large and made of wood with capiz windows. Elizabeth told Helga that the house was probably built during the spanish period. “You mean,” helga asked her sister, “the people who owned that house, Bangbangsit’s grand paerents, were rich during the spanish period?”
(16) “Why do you say that?” asked Elizabeth.
(17) “Because they have a house.”
(18) “But we have a house too, but we both know that we are not rich.”
(19) “Her house is at the bayan, manang.” Replied helga. “I heard inang say that she once had a suitor who lived at the bayan, and father asked her why she didn’t marry ‘that rich bastard’.
(20) “SHHH!” Elizabeth immediately reacted, “If Inang or Tatang hears you, they will hit you for sure.”
(21) Andrea was still moaning in a small voice, but Helga could tell she was already asleep. She turned her body away form her mother to face the kitchen. She could not bring herself to sleep because of the unfamiliar sights around her. she was used to staring at the wall beside the bench and the ceiling, or at least the part of the ceiling directly above her. Elizabeth was the one used to sleeping on the floor.
(22) Helga slowly raised her hands up above her head to stretch, and smelled something of the stench of onion leaves. She used her finger to wipe her wet underarm, and smelled her finger – she smelled awful. She forgot to put tawas on her underarms that morning, because Elizabeth always remnded her to use it every morning. It was Elizabeth who actually discovered the smell, and it was a relief to Helga who already knew she smelled awful and that the others called her animal names and didn’t like coming near her. Elizabeth split her tawas crystal in half, and gave half of it to Helga.
(23) The curtain quite moved, but it was not so alarming. Helga smiled and recalled that Elizabeth didn’t like movement of curtais, or anything in particular within her sight while sleeping of trying to sleep. One night Elizabeth was tired from schoolwork and was trying to sleep when Helga was restless because of menstrual cramps. After several tosses and turns, Elizabeth stood up and raised her voice, “What is wrong with you?”
(24) After she found out about young Helga’s problem, though, she smiled and said to her, “You are becoming a lady.”
(25) Helga heard the sound of a very soft knock on the jalousies. She stood up to check the silhouette, and found that it was a man’s. she was frightened, scared of who it might be, The silhouette spoke, however, and a gush of relief and excitement filled Helga when she heard manong Junjun’s voice. Manong Junjun was a high school student at her manang Beting’s school. He was a youth nearly half a foot from five, with sun-damaged skin and short, curly hair. He was Elizabeth’s suitor, the one their father threw out of the house after politely trying to ask permission to court his daughter. How manang liked this boy, she thought. She remembered that once, Elizabeth was not home yet at three, the usual time she arrives. Helga was impatiently waiting for her to arrive, and so she decided to find them. She passed by a small, abandoned area in the neighborhood and found the two there, kissing under a fruit tree. Elizabeth saw her shocked sister and ran after her. When she caught up, she asked Helga to keep it a secret from their parents, because if their father found out, it would mean a beating for Elizabeth. Helga agreed, of course, when Elizabeth agreed to tell her stories of kisses and love.
(26) “Manong Jun?” asked Helga in an almost whispering voice, “Manong is that you?”
(27) “Yes, Helga,” he replied, “Have you heard from your sister?”
(28) “No, manong,” whispered the girl.
(29) “What?” they were speaking through closed jalousies to avoid Andrea from hearing their conversation.
(30) “I said she hasn’t said a word to me since she left last night.”
(31) “Who did she leave with?”
(32) “Nobody, manong.”
(33) “Okay,” answered the young man, “if you hear from her, tell me immediately, okay?”
(34) “Yes manong.”
(35) Elizabeth asked Junjun to join her in her journey to Manila, but Junjun said that they couldn’t possibly leave together, otherwise their fathers would engage in a battle to see who seduced who into eloping, thus Elizabeth left earlier. She and Junjun agreed that he will leave only after she has found a place to stay in Manila. “It would not be hard,” he assured her, “you are a pretty girl and many land ladies will take you in. You can even get a job at a mall as a sales girl, you have the legs for it.”
(36) “Beting, my child.” Murmured Andrea. The woman was dreaming of her daughter who left. She saw Elizabeth in a white linen dress with the pink sash that Andrea wore on her eighteenth birthday. She was on the beach behind their house, walking barefoot, and the sand was unusually free of the washed up sea urchins and hermits. Elizabeth had flowers around her head, and she was walking around a crowd of people. Artemio Gamez was there, smiling in his black tuxedo that he wore on his wedding day, with a flower on his hand. Elizabeth walked towards him with a smile getting more and more radiant as she comes closer and closer to Artemio. He was also smiling, waiting for Elizabeth to take his hand. Andrea could feel the happiness as Elizabeth came closer and closer, and then Conrado appeared and slapped Elizabeth to the ground. Elizabeth looked up, and Andrea saw herself bleeding, and the people disappeared as her feet bled from the stinging sea urchins under her two feet.
(37) “Inang!” shouted Helga, “you’re having a nightmare.”
(38) Andrea stood up and caressed her own arms as tears silently fell down on her face. “I am sorry, Beting, I am sorry.” She cried and embraced her knees, but Helga sat beside her and embraced her mother, comforting the woman who was tired from crying all day.
(39) Early morning found Andrea holding Helga as they slept. Conrado did not wake at one in the morning to start fishing, and he too found mother and daughter in each other’s arms. He saw that no food has been prepared and so he woke Helga up and ordered her to make something for breakfast. Andrea was also awakened, and as soon as she saw Conrado’s face she moved slightly backward. “I need to eat breakfast,” commanded Conrado.
(40) Helga rushed and stood up to fix the banig she left on the floor. Conrado grabbed her hands as she picked it up, “I will do this. You fix the breakfast for me and your mother.”
(41) While Helga was boiling eggs for breakfast, Conrado finished folding the banig and sat beside the frozen Andrea. “Will you not speak with me?”
(42) “She is not here still.”
(43) “Will you ever speak with me?”
(44) “I want to go to Manila. I know she is there.”
(45) “Adang,” said Conrado, “she is old enough.”
(46) “No,” said Andrea, “she is not. She is but a child.”
(47) “A child who knows how to leave in the middle of the night should know how to take care of herself. I am sorry I could not give her back to you.”
(48) “Dado,” she said, “I want to move to Manila too.
(49) He looked at his estranged wife, and then up on the ceiling, “If you want to, go ahead.”
20:41
14.8.03
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20:30
18.4.03
Me Ultimo Adios ala Red Banana
The time has come to end a chapter, and await the opening of a new one.
High school was not so bad, and as I welcomed it almost four years ago with much enthusiasm, today, I bid it farewell. In high school I met people I intend to take with me to the next chapter, and people I intend to leave behind forever. Not all these people may have come from Quesci, but they came in high school, just the same.
It will be easy to leave the classes behind, but I will always carry the lessons I learned from them. May they be academic or practical, lessons are lessons, and whether I asked for them or not, I learned them all just the same. It will be easy to leave the teachers behind me, and most of my batchmates, even some of my friends. But still, there are a handful who remain my strong points, and I do not wish to carry on without them in the background.
To those I will leave behind forever, I wish you don’t take it personally. I thank you for being in my life for one point in time.
To that one person I will leave behind forever, remember that I loved you once. Maybe I still do, but I just want to wish myself happiness. It’s hard for me to admit it, but you are the key to my happiness. Apparently, the things that I claimed to bring me happiness were nothing compared to the happiness your smile brought me. The scholarship was nothing compared to the times we spent together.
I know we can never bring back the past; I tried, and I failed. What can I say, I hit rock bottom. I know that it will be easy for you to find someone else (you’ve found so many already), and that every girl you hug will bring me to tears. I know that we can never be together the way I used to think we’d be… So, I’m going to leave you behind forever. I wish you happiness, but I wish myself happiness too, so goodbye. For one last time, I’d like to say that I love you so much, and I don’t think I was ever able to tell you that as much as I wanted to. I love you so much that even as I shut you out of my life, I feel the need to tell you just how much I love you.
This will be my last entry in this blog. I shall be opening a new one, maybe in may.
Adios
by the way, this is for YOU.
Of all the things I believe in
I just want to get it over with
tears from behind my eyes
but I do not cry
Counting the days that past me by
I've been searching deep down in my soul
Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old
Looks like I'm starting all over again
The last three years were just pretend and I say
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I love
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
I still get lost in your eyes
And it seems like I can't live a day without you
Closing my eyes till you chase my thoughts away
To a place where I am blinded by the light but it's not right
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
Ohhh yeah
It hurts to want everything & nothing at the same time
I want whats yours and I want whats mine
I want you but I'm not giving in this time
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
We the stars fall and I lie awake
Your my shooting star
16:32
1.4.03
i believe it is time for me to blog again. forgive me for what i have written.
i hate evenings, as much as i love them. i love them because the damn sun is gone and i can enjoy a "cool" temperature... as much as i love the sun's apparent absence, i despise the evening for what it brings... REALITY. if helga's reality check is when she sees her guy and the mistress (sorry helga, she will forever be the mistress in my beautiful eyes), mine is the evening when i try to think back on my lovely day. it would be nice if i had a lovely day, but i didn't. i haven't had a real lovely day in... WEEKS....
let's see... academically i think i did well, but my parents seem to be disappointed again... SHIT!!! i'm so sick of this! why can't my parents be appreciative of my grades? i do better than most of the creatures they know! but then again, AAAAARRRGGGHHHH!!!
then my love life... oh god, if you'd still call it a love life. crap. YOU!!!!! damn you!!!!! why the hell that creature of all the demons that exist or that does not exist, why the hell would you pick that?!?!?!?! sorry, i'm so pissed, i'm so HURT, and I HATE YOU!!! no, crap... i'm just letting you go. not as if i choose to, but i have to. i gotta spare myself the humiliation... although, in the end, i'll only be humiliated in front of myself.
sorry, don't wanna continue.
05:41
8.3.03
Today is the eighth of March, year two thousand and three. It is thirty-four minutes past six in the evening, and I have just decided to write about prom night.
The General View
You can't have everything.
In last year's prom, I despised my gown, I despised my hair, I despised my makeup. However, despite my hatred towards my get up, I enjoyed the evening. I danced like crazy, and I was happy. Yes, I was very happy.
This year, I love my dress. In fact, every morning before I dress up for school, I try it on. I love my makeup; I practiced with my new makeup kit. I love my hair… the two gay freaks did quite a good job. I expected to be happy, you know, like last year. Oh well, it sucked. I danced only for a short while then the music stank. My feet were dying to dance, but I just can't feel the friggin songs. I ended up sitting more than half the dancing time.
The Works
The night before the prom, mother and I had a dress rehearsal. Wore the gown, put on makeup, and decided what to do with my hair. I ended up preparing myself for body glitter and stuff… it sure was fun, though.
The next morning, prom day, I woke up at four, then at six, then finally at eight thirty. Weird, I know. So, when mother got here, we went to the parlor to get my nails done. My color… SLUTTY RED. Then when we got back home, I had a home facial. My grandmother then showed me the jewelry I was to wear. Mother warned me that the jewelry were for goddesses only. She was right. The necklace was of pure gold with a heavy pendant of gold and some really heavy red stone. The ring had many red stones too, in between gold stuff. Yes, it was heavy too. How sad, though, grandmother couldn't find the matching earings. So, after I took a bath, mother and I went around to find the right pair of earings. When we couldn't find any, she dropped me off at Kaye's (Kaye is the gay son of one of the family's friends) and had my hair done.
My hair was put in a simple (yeah, right) twist with fallen curls in front. To achieve those fallen curls, they had to use a curling iron (a mini one). It was so hot, and at times, it touched my cheeks. Why? Because the one who curled them, Kaye's assistant, had shaking hands. It wasn't just minor shaking; it was like a vibrator with new batteries.
Eventually mother came, and apparently, she got my earings from SM centerpoint. A small version of my pendant, perfect indeed. We went home, and I wore my dress. She then put makeup on me, and an hour and a half or so later, we were off.
First stop at the studio, I had several pictures of me taken. By then, it was five in the afternoon, and I was in no rush to get to the venue, despite the fact that we were supposed to be there by five. I insisted that mother slowed down, drive as if we have all the time in the world. When we got there, I asked to stay in the car first, because as I said, I was in no hurry. When I finally had the courage to get out, I asked mom to stay with me until someone tolerable comes by.
Mom and I stayed, until tita Mila and Ali came. We stayed together, and our mothers bonded. I saw Girl; her dress has improved, but her hair sucks. I don't think she had it fixed at all, in fact I doubt if she did anything to herself at all. Her hair was… was… either the same as her everyday hair or worse.
Eventually we went down and saw people. I saw people I wanted to see, people I didn't want to see and people I wanted to kill. The people I didn't want anything at all from were not seen, since they don't exist in my world anyway.
When all of my friends were with me, we decided to have our pictures taken. When I went out the door, I saw Squishy. He saw me, because he gave me a 'is that really you' look. I, in turn, gave him a 'so what the hell are you looking at-close ba tayo' look and went on my way. Through out the night, we pretended each other's existence void.
Dinner
They all gave us stubs with colors; I got black. For dinner, I had everything. Pasta Carbonara, breaded fish fillet (which Samantha despised), chicken pastel (the chicken was tender) and beef stroganoff (which Samantha also despised). I had salad too, lettuce, pineapples, bacon bits, Thousand Island dressing, and macaroni salad. For dessert, I had buko pandan jelly. Mother makes better buko pandan jelly, I swear. For drinks, they were all nice enough to serve water before dinner, and they served juice (Sunny Orange Juice, I believe, because it had that… aftertaste), which had refills. Interesting.
Cotillion
I was ordered photographer by Helga. Yes, I took pictures, but Icey looked so good that I think I got carried away. The junior guys SUCKED. The girls were tolerable, but seniors RULE!!!
Dirty
The first three songs played when the dance floor was finally opened were performed by the quartet hired. IOW, all slow songs. Randall was my first dance; he was so sweet. I guess he needed to talk to me so bad… I did help him a little, I think. After that, they started the fast songs. My brief stay on the dance floor can only be described as dirty. Everyone was doing dirty stuff.
At one point in time the girls had sore feet, so we all took off our shoes and put them in the middle as we danced. Shortly after that, dearest and I wore them back again. It was the right decision since a few minutes later a train of guys passed through the middle and scattered the shoes.
Eventually I decided to sit down, due to lack of what I call danceablity in the songs they played. Never did I dance again.
Of course, despite my absence on the dance floor, the dirty stuff never ceased.
Chained
I chained myself on my chair, beside Helga who was habitually scanning the room for Cider. She pointed out that every time she scanned for him, she saw Squishy instead. It wasn't so bad, anyway, since Cider was usually with Squishy… on the dance floor, holding waists and all… how gay.
I almost secured my whole evening chained on that chair. Too bad I had to see Squishy and someone else again. The sight of Someone Else disturbed me so. How can it be, that after all this time, and after everything I've been through, I'm still hurting over me? It hurts to think that one person caused me to hurt me, and that very person blames me for hurting me. Such a fucked up world.
After the prom king (the cute Jeff Agudelo) and queen (the ever so surprising Meryll Macoy) were chosen, the prom ended (in such a corny way, as Helga said). We had pictures taken (again). First with M6 and all, and eventually, as I promised, to my dear friend Riq. Now why can't we all be as sweet and loyal as Riq? I wish to stress that statement, since I believe I shall be using it again.
The Fantastic Four
Dearest, Edith, Samantha & I had a sleepover planned. When the prom was over, we waited upstairs for our ride. He didn't come until a little past twelve midnight. Dearest asked him to pass us by 7 11 to get food and drinks. We got three bags of chips, a bottle of sprite, half a gallon of ice cream and two flavors of vodka (lemon & cranberry).
At Dearest's, we took a bath, and prepared our session. Samantha got us a bottle of Pomelo gin earlier, which, as it turns out, none of us but Samantha likes. I had some, but I preferred to do the vodka (especially lemon). After a while, Edith started laughing and laughing and being so like that girl with glasses in YUA… I swear, she did this thing with her hair, and I saw the anime to life. Dearest also started laughing a lot, and being so noisy. Samantha was extra drowsy, she slept earliest. I, on the other hand, laughed uncontrollably. I couldn't believe I was laughing that hard. I guess we (three of us, spare Samantha) all experienced the same thing: we acted weird, and we were perfectly aware of how we were acting but we couldn't control ourselves. The following observations led me to the conclusion that a moderate drink of vodka causes uncontrollable actions with conscious mindset.
When only half the tall glass of vodka was left, we (three of us spare Samantha who fell asleep, literally)decided to play tong its. The punishment for the loser was to drink the remaining Vodka. Dearest insisted that we divide the vodka so we can still have several games. At this point, I was sleepy too, but I played on. We had three games, and I won all three. However, I ended up drinking most of the vodka in one gulp. Dearest lost first and took a sip, then Edith lost next and took another sip. During the last game, I think dearest lost again, but she said she was too tired and she couldn't drink the remaining one-third glass up. What was I to do, sleep and wait till Dearest's aunt discovers the vodka? I gobbled it up and went to sleep. It was then four in the morning, today, eighth of March, year two thousand and three.
Cock-a doodle-doo
I was the first to rise in the household at eight. Edith followed at eight thirty, Samantha nearing nine, and dearest nearing ten, I think. For breakfast, we ate the remaining ice cream, chips and sprite. Dearest didn't get to eat breakfast, she was sleeping. I watched Finding Forrester on HBO while they started to bathe. I was the last one because I finished the lovely movie.
Dearest's aunt asked me if we drank last night, I gave her a shy laugh. What a moment.
We went to SM, ate at Tokyo Tokyo. Samantha ordered a side dish of Kani Crab Sushi. The mere smell killed her, poor girl. Then, we watched Maid in Manhattan. Cute, but I think J. Lo wasn't good enough for Ralph Fiennes. By the way, do you know that J. Lo is one of the fakest Lopezes alive? Lopez is not like people pronounce it, but . The Spanish 'O' is a short 'o', not a long one. She brings insult to the surname.
Went home, the end of my prom.
It is now twenty-eight minutes past eight in the evening, still on the same day.
Words of Wishdom
Never, and I mean never, will I ever let myself go through what I went through with Someone Else again. I admit it hurts to remember him then, but even worse to remember me then. Until now, his identity is concealed, and I intend it to remain that way forever. Since, you know, no one actually expects him to be who he is.
I have discovered a liking to vodka, and since I know where to find it, I intend to consume as much of it as possible.
Loving me….
2:12 PM 3/9/03
in other news, nah, i have no other news.
these are for helga
grrr...
Buffy. You're the slayer- you kick ass.
Literally. A mercurial whirlwind of brute
strength and fragile feelings, you're deathly
loyal to your freinds and family. You have a
tendancy towards the ditzy, but can be counted
on when you're needed.
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okay... PLEASE DISGUST ME EVEN MORE! KILL ME NOW, I BEG YOU! NO MORE TORTURE! I'D RATHER BE A ROCK! except for the kissing ANGEL and having sex with him and all... that part i'm okay with...
You're average! - It's not a bad thing, nor a good
thing. You're right in the middle. Oh well. You
could've done worse.
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You are the Marquis Da Sade. Even stripped of
exaggerations, Your real life was as dramatic
and as tragic as a cautionary tale. Born to an
ancient and noble house, you were married
(against your wishes) to a middle-class heiress
for money, caused scandals with prostitutes and
with your sister-in-law, thus enraging your
mother-in-law, who had you imprisoned under a
lettre de cachet for 14 years until the
Revolution freed you. Amphibian, protean,
charming, you became a Revolutionary,
miraculously escaping the guillotine during the
Terror, only to be arrested later for
publishing your erotic novels. You spent your
final 12 years in the insane asylum at
Charenton, where you caused another scandal by
directing plays using inmates and professional
actors. You died there in 1814, virtually in
the arms of your teenage mistress.
You are a revolutionary deviant. I applaud you.
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interesting.
obsessive compulsive
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i can't believe it... THIS IS SO RIGHT!
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what the...?! right... and i'm the queen of borabora.
22:37
You are oregano. You have a robust flavor, and you
are popular in Italy, Mexico, and Greece.
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7:45 PM 3/6/03
today was today, econ was econ. math was mathematical. english was nonexistent. physics was still boring, and pinoy was ridiculous.
my life in quesci... whatever happened to it?
i spent my freshman year pouring out emotions, sophomore year in the music room, junior year with...... them....... and senior year... damn, i'm just spent.
YOU ARE CATNIP
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do you do catnip? i most certainly do not....
7:52 PM 3/6/03
tomorrow will be prom day... what's with prom anyway?! goodness... madame xyz started picking on us, her students, again...
what am i to say? ummm... for helga's sake, i have been seeing cider in sm for the last how many days... grrr.... if only he were someone i could find pleasure in seeing.... sorry, helgs...
paid downpayment for samantha's souveneirs. i'm still trying to find ways to make the debut perfect.
urgh... mother is so... urgh. i'm pissed off...
02:47
1.3.03
10:02 PM 3/1/03
sort of woke up before 6, formally woke up by 6. mosther asked me to wake up so i can break fast with the family and see my brother off for his second screening exam in qcs...
after they left, i went back to bed and woke up at 8, when i was supposed to be up by 730... i took a bath, got semi-dressed, checked my mails, played with my nephew, and left the house. i honestly thought i'd be late.
rode lrt-mrt... so many people! but i felt like i went on a tour... i went here and there, from tondo, to binondo, to the rest of manila, then to pasay, to makati, and to pasig... meanwhile, while i was inside the lrt, i pictured myself doing this everysingle day... for college...
Your prom date is Joaquin Phoenix! Yum!
You're lucky. Your boy is quiet and laid-back, some
people take that as sullen.
He's sweet as pie to you and that's why you love
him. He's not comfortable unless he's chilling
with you so you're pretty much together always.
Your friends are his friends and his friends are
your friends, it's nice, it's casual.
Who's Your Celebrity Prom Date?
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got to gale, samantha wasn't there yet. i waited in auntie anne's. there was this group of annoying boys a table away, and i swear... such an annoying voice. by 1030 samantha came, and we were off to find her debut gown and prom dress... we combed through galeria, and found nothing. then we decided to go to mega mall... we didn't take samantha's fx anymore... then we combed through mega mall, which is not an easy thing to do, mind you... all stored from a to b, including the dept store... no luck at all...
J.Crew
Where should you be shopping?
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so we decided to go to divisoria, tutuban mall to be precise. we walked back to gale, ate lunch, and got on the fx. by 230 we were in tutuban. we combed through tutuban and found both prom and debut gown. i got to exercise my tawad skills.... we even got her accessories.... too bad i had to go, we could have gotten other debut stuff too...
XOXO best describes your style!
You are very stylish yet on a budget. You're style
is always updated. You shop for what's in
fashion. Your friends adore your sense of
style. You like skirts and high heels.
What Shopping Bag Are You? (for the ladies)
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samantha dropped me off at sierra, because i had to go to church by 6... finally saw my cuzns' pics... they're all so... i guess they find life in michigan very... easy... their physical change in body structure show how much...
helga's going to the prom!!! and don't you just love her new layout? loving it so...
my allergy is killing me... my legs were itching and burning all day!!! until now!!! i curse that day, when i ate those.... urgh!!!
tell me... who the hell is this?
you're the historical prom beauty...you're totally
rockin' the puffy-sleeved, empire-wated dress.
you're totally prepared to bust out a love
sonnet to woo your prom date. too bad he's
dressed in tights...kinda ruins in the mood.
what's your prom personality?
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21:36
28.2.03
7:05 PM 2/28/03
went to school wearing sunglasses... as much as possible, i wouldn't want to show the world my beautiful eyes yet.
according to barbie who probably failed to visit here again, my eyes were quite normal, but still a teensy weensy bit swollen. wore my shades.
for breakfast, i decided to leave them. then during the batch picture taking, madame xyz noticed that my eyes were a lot smaller than usual. in her exact words, ba't wala kang mata? guhit lang o...
had the damn pictures taken, and i think i lost a skin shade... damn.
dearest and i, along with the whole group of people who met dec 22 face yet another issue to fuzz about... damn her...
uozomi passed masci. grandslam for both of us...
i didn't notice how crucial attention is in every relationship... dearest was ranting about attention earlier, and i guess i have some things to say too, but then again... yes, i admit i'm a little hurt... but... urgh.
mother announced earlier that she resigned as a full time worker. iow, she is now a full time house wife again... IOW, whenever i get home, i will see her. damn. don't get me wrong, i love my mother so much and all... but keep in mind that DISTANCE is necessary in all relationships... i can't imagine how my college life will be... shall i become someone who dreads going home? again, i feel so Anywhere But Here...
why is letting go so damn hard? as in, it's so....
saw a movie with dit and dearest... they will roast me alive if i write what movie, but just let your imagination run wild... and besides, if you're reading this, then you probably know me, and you prbably have an idea what friggin movie we saw...
i'll stop here, but first,
This Is Me...
You are a dark writer. A fierce and loyal follower
of Poe and the other gothic authors, you LOVE
to instill a sense of revulsion and somewhat
fear in your readers. You love to poke their
brains with logic dealing with the darker side
of the human mind and character. Truly
surprising and a true individual, you'll do
ANYTHING to create a scene. :)
What's YOUR Writing Style?
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Prep
What Genre Of People Are You?
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03:54
27.2.03
haaayyy...
i didn't go to school today. why? read this... nakakatamad e...
barbie, wish ko lang napuntahan mo na 2...
01:13
24.2.03
this is supposed to be me...
You're a Crusader
By focusing on what others need, you learn the exact value and potential of each person in different situations. You instinctively know how motivated others are in supporting you. This helps you surround yourself with the right people.
The passionate you believes in yourself and others. You actively listen and give diplomatic feedback. With astonishing empathy, you see others' dreams. Magically, your strong belief makes wishes come true.
The centered you knows how to play and create passion. You have the inner strength to eliminate situations that make you too serious. When all is quiet within, you understand what you really enjoy doing.
The emotional you is highly logical. Facts come before feelings. You disregard emotions in order to get a more precise view of the people and situations around you. Your methodical personality is calming.
is my boredom getting to you?
haaay... i have to make certain arrangements so i can secure my graduation... haaay...
i'm getting so sick of Vina Morales, aren't you? she's everywhere... she actually sang the new PBA song... it was so disgusting. she also has a new soap... okay, she can't act--that was proven years ago. and of course, she sang the soap's theme song...
only in the philippines can you see talentless creeps become award winning actresses, record selling singers and critically acclaimed announcers/hosts... maybe it's just me, but do you think ara mina can act? is sharon cuneta your idea of a golden voice? can you appreciate her efforts as a host for her own hour long show? this is bullshit... at least it proves that money can get you anywhere...
i found out today from Barbie that it was her birthday last saturday... i feel so bad that i wasn't able to greet her, and that i didn't know it was her birthday... what a classmate, eh? and she said she had a lousy time at home, damn... people don't deserve sad birthdays... i cried on my own birthday, just as i was ending the damn day... i was hurt, really hurt. two of the most important people in my life the forgot about me... no, one just didn't care, and the other one forrgot. such a shame... they were the two people i thought i could lean on during that time... how sad... i therefore conclude that people shouldn't have bad birthdays.
oooh... in the same manner, with my favorite dolls as my witnesses, i shall never cry sad tears on my birthday ever again!!! (fade lights, fade theme song)
anyway, i already have a gift for barbie, but of course i won't share it here because i asked barbie to visit this blog... para may bagong audience naman ako... yes dear, ikaw si barbie... cute noh? figure out mo na ba kung bakit? kung hindi, wala na ko magagawa... nyaknyaknyaknyak... by the way, you can use my gift to kill your housemates... if you use them all at once... i'll give you enough... oooh, inspiration for the perfect crime genre story!!! good one, barbie...
i might not be able to play badminton with father tomorrow, he has band practice... and i doubt if dearest and i could find a place where we can play with casper... oh well...
took several quizzes... out of boredom...
Your Heart is Red
What Color is Your Heart?
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Water Goddess. You like peace and serenity and are
usually content with life.
What element would you rein over? (For Girls)
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pure
What's YOUR sexual fetish?
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tomorrow, since i'm not in the mood to go out unless i can play badminton, i guess i can finish all my Creative stuff... i'm through with love story and crime of passion... i'm still deciding whether to drop comedy of scifi/fantasy... comedy is not such an easy genre... but i'll try both anyway, and i just pick the best between them all...
came home to find fatass here, doing emails... she force fed me champorado. she still eats it like a freak of nature child...
mother bought this chinese charm that served as a home for ancestors... fatass saw it and she was freaked out... mumultuhin daw kami... but mother has every right to hang her charms... as long as she doesn't touch my stuff...
don't have anything else to say, except this love portion sucks...
bye!
05:03
21.2.03
7:03 PM 2/21/03
ni hao!
tuesday... was tuesday. nothing interesting happened at all!
wednesday...was yet another plain wednesday.
they paved paradise and put up a parking lot
with a pink hotel, a botique, and a swingin' hot spot
don't it always seem to go
that you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
they paved paradise and put up a parking lot
thursday... remember how i said that everything seems to happen to me on a thursday? well... yesterday was yet another amazing thursday in my life.
i went to my dlsu sfa interview... i went with mother. i was scheduled for 1045 am, but mother and i were there by twn sharp. we sat by the football field... the tambayan there. mom and i watched the dlsu students pass us by. she started saying stuff like, if you go here you have to be prepared for the lifestyle you have to refuse... ekek. i was feeling sort of nervous, and i was trying hard to cover it all up by being jessica zafra-like. so everytime mother would say something about dlsu/my future in dlsu i'd say, sige na, tama na nga, UP na! nagsasayang tayo ng oras e... glad to say that shut her up.
at 1030 sharp, i entered the sfa office. there, they directed me to the office of the dean of college of science. they even gave me a map... i may be able to use that in time... so i got there, i left my mom outside the room where the offices of several deans were. mother stayed outside, probably singing the rosary. haaaay, red banana, Zhu ni hao yun!
so i went inside the room, where i met several assistants to the deans. the secretary told me to wait there, because this girl was being interviewed at the moment. i sat there, and there was this girl in a blue jumper-uniform. i thought she was going to be interviewed forst before me. for ten to fifteen minutes, we sat there, and i could hear the dean a little while he was doing his interview. it seemed like they were having a discussion about the interviewee's future ekek. so anyway, when she went out, i found out that the girl in the blue uniform was her companion. so i was up.
they took all the trees, and put em in a tree museum
and they charged the people a dollar and a half to see them
no, no, no
don't it always seem to go
that you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
they paved paradise and put up a parking lot
i went inside the dean's room, and he asked me to sit down. the questions were quite simple, although he warned me that i may find them sensitive... i didn't. he asked this and that, why i chose BACHELOR OF SCIENCE IN APPLIED PHYSICS MAJOR IN MEDICAL APPLICATIONS over my courses in UP at admu... ekek...
hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT
i don't care about spots on my apples
leave me the birds and the bees
please
don't it alwatys seem to go
that you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
they paved paradise and put up a parking lot
hey no, they paved paradise and put up a parking lot
why not?
anyway, i think it ended well... he said that i would probably get the full scholarship... he said i should keep my fingers crossed and pray hard... if i don't get full, i'll get 75%.... life is so good...
listen late last night, i heard the screen door slam
and a big yellow taxi took my girl away
don't it always seem to go
that you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
the paved paradise and put up a parking lot
well, don't it always seem to go
that you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
they paved paradise to put up a parking lot
why not?
they paved paradise and put up a parking lot
hey hey hey
paved paradise and put up a parking lot
today i realized how much i'll miss qsci... high school, actually. i was leaning on the corridor fence(?) this afternoon. the boys were playing football downstairs, and the girls were busy drawing on the table. how i'll miss these sort of afternoons, when everyone is finding a way to have fun... haaay...
i don't wanna give it
why you wanna give it
why you wanna giving it all away
hey hey hey
now you wanna give it
i should wanna give it
now you wanna giving it all away
hey paved paradise to put up a parking lot
14:26
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