stalker

This girl catches my eye as she walks out of the building. She is dressed like she is going out to a party while she's just in school. She is in high heels, a bright pink shirt and a high-waisted black skirt. Her earrings sparkle as it catches the sunlight. I am immediately turned off. I don't like how she speaks. It's so canto! Her loud voice is so obnoxious and her mouth is big to match. I wasn't able to look at her much because I couldn't stand her, but based on what I saw I'd say this girl craves for attention. She must be a middle child and is neglected at home, so she makes up for it in school.

Artist date#8

I went to divisoria alone to buy some cloth for bikinis I want to have made. It was scary because I didn't really know where to go. After asking so many people and being led to so many wrong places, I was able to find the place, purchase what I needed and then I left right away. I will never go there alone again. It's even more stressful than being with others who take forever.

Artist date#7

I was bored today, so I decided to finally try the belly dancing CD I had bought a long time before. I locked myself in my room and gt started. I felt ridiculous at first. The movements felt weird, but after a while I got a hang of it and it was actually fun. I was really tired by the end though. My arms and abs especially. At least I have another option for exercising now!

something new

Saturday: I didn't learn this on the supposed Saturday I was to write this because I saw nothing in my journal that was worth writing, so I decided to write about what I learned in class from my professor he said that "One should never watch someone sleeping cause it is inevitable that you'll fall in-love with them". I can identify with this. I really like watching my significant other sleep because it makes him look so angelic and innocent, not that he isn't. hahaha! cheezeball

something new

Friday: I went to church service today for my tredone class. I was assigned to file some baptismal certificates. I had to arrange them by date and alphabetical order. I went crazy doing the certificates that were dated December 25! There were so many. I asked why and the girl told me that it is because of the free mass wherein people just go and there is a quick baptism for each.

something new

Thursday: In Spanish class today, I learned that I should study the lesson beforehand because it is easier to understand my professor who does not speak any English at all!

something new

Wednesday: I went to the dentist today and I learned tat there is a sequence with flossing brushing and mouthwash. I used to just do all three in random just as long as I get them done. It should be: brush, floss then mouthwash. I tried it and well, it felt the same to me, still a clean mouth.

something new

Wednesday: I went to the dentist today and I learned tat there is a sequence with flossing brushing and mouthwash. I used to just do all three in random just as long as I get them done. It should be: brush, floss then mouthwash. I tried it and well, it felt the same to me, still a clean mouth.

something new

Tuesday: I learned today that my favorite yogurt that i always eat with nature valley's oats and honey is also good with my oatmeal raisin cookies! i looove cookies. This gives me another option at least.

something new

It's a good thing I keep a journal:) Something new I learned today was to paint my nails properly. I never knew there was a proper way to paint my nails. You got to in one direction and not go back or else it won't smooth out. Who needs this anyway? I was still able to paint my nails successfully before. Haha uptight nail lady

Artist date#6

The other day, I decided to take a shower in mineral water. It was such a hot day that this seemed like an awesome idea. I discovered that showering in mineral water is even more refreshing than normal water. I just felt so much cleaner than I usually do. My mother would've killed me if she found out though.

i would be happier if only i..

didn't have to worry about school work. School work I believe is the top most thing that stresses me out.

the most painful thing a friend can say about me is that

I was never truly genuine to them. This only applies to a friend that I am really close to.

when i am alone in an elevator i..

like to make noise or i just get aggravated cause i feel weird being alone. Although, I don't really mind it as well because being alone is better than being squished inside with a lot of smelly sweaty obnoxious people.

when i was a child i wished that

I could fly all over the world. I loved Aladdin and the magic carpet was just too awesome:)

I have always wanted to go to

Prague..because ever since i read " The Unbearable Lightness of Being" I got interested in their culture, and the way Milan Kundera described the place seemed so interesting.

I have always wanted to go to

Prague..because ever since i read " The Unbearable Lightness of Being" I got interested in their culture, and the way Milan Kundera described the place seemed so interesting.

on a summer afternoon i like to

get a cold drink, wear a breezy top and cut off shorts because well, being naked isn't an option. I also loooove to go to the beach, even just for the day. Summer afternoons are awesome spent with friends just chilling and talking until the sun sets and a slight cool wind arrives. I want summer now!

Truth...not so..LIe

I have a friend named Arra. One day, we decided to have lunch at the mall. We ordered a whole lot of food and ate most of it until we were too full to function. As we were strolling trying to walk out all the food, she complained that her stomach was in pain. All of a sudden, she vomited and passed out.

Truth...not so..LIe

I read a book called "Lullaby" once. It is by one of my favorite writers, Chuck Palahniuk. I tried reading it again the other day, but I found that the book was misplaced. I didn't bother to look deeper into it,but then as I was flipping through a magazine later that afternoon, I blinked once and the magazine I was reading turned into the book. :o

Truth...not so..LIe

I had gone to the beach this weekend with a couple of my friends. It was a really relaxing trip. We ate a ton and laughed our asses off at the most ridiculous things, and then we got news that an earthquake had hit in Chile, and that we were to be extra careful and take precaution. Early morning on Sunday, we got up to the sound of the wind thrashng and of waves crashing. When we looked out, the houses below us were submerged in water. Thank the Lord our place was high up.

Artist date#5

For my fifth artist date, I decided to try this drink called "wheat grass". It supposedly helps cleanse the body and is good for constipation. I mixed the green powder with water and as a result I had this nasty looking glass of green gooey liquid. I was not excited,but when I drank it, it was actually good. I wouldn't say I felt "clean" afterwards, but it was a different experience. I wouldn't drink it though.

The secret life of the pen

The pen was made like all the other pens, and its dream is to be different. Sad but true, this will never happen to it, for like all the other pens, its sole purpose in life is to help humans write, doodle, or draw what they wish. So, the pen just lives vicariously through its owner. Learning from what is written until it dies.

The secret life of the journal

The journal loves to be filled with adventures and everyday events of its owner. Each day is a new adventure and the more colorful its owner colors the pages, the happier it gets.

The secret life of the pillow

Soft and fluffy, the pillow loves to be hugged by its owner. It loves to be dressed in silk sheets just like a woman in the best couture.

The secret life of the bag

The bag is a necessity for most, if not all women. It carries a woman's things that are important to her for everyday activities. The bag sits among the other bags wishing to be chosen for the day. The bag loves it when it is chosen and gets to go about the town seeing places and people other than just hanging on the rack.

The secret life of the world politics book

The world politics book has been through generations of families and has contributed to the expansion of knowledge of those in need. It contains most of what the world has gone through in terms of politics, mostly the significant events. When the book is not in use, it quietly sits and waits as days go by until the next user.

The secret life of a laptop

The laptop sits quietly wherever it is left until someone decides to use it. The laptop loves to stay quiet and recharge itself so that it will be equipped with enough power and knowledge to help its user.

Artist date#4

I decided to look through a bunch of old letters stored in two big boxes in my room. It was very nostalgic to read and reminisce. My memory of things that happened before was refreshed and I found myself actually laughing out loud at the stupidity of my friends and I.

The last time I...

went out of the country was in 2008? i am in need of getting out of here:)

The last time I...

took a math subject was in high-school. i had to drop my comalge during my first term in college cause it conflicted with my training and I haven't enrolled in a math subject since.

The last time I...

failed a subject in college was the first time I did and I was not very happy. I slacked off because my team and I were gone for ten days to join a tournament and I did not bother to follow up with my professor.

The first time I..

blogged, I was not at all excited. I really am not a fan of blogging. It is a good thing that we are given instructions on what to blog every week or else this blog of mine would be empty.

The first time I..

I watched "The Beach" I instantly fell in-love with it and when I was introduced to the book, I fell even more in-love:)

The first time I..

drove I was very nervous and I was almost instantaneously turned off by driving. I never really enjoyed it and had the patience to learn. I guess that explains that until this day I don't have a license,but I promised myself I would give it another try and attain my license before I turn 20:)

Artist date#3

I used to be addicted to drawing when I was younger,but for the past years I haven't been able to do so. I decided to take out an old sketch pad, go to the village park with my ipod and just start doodling. I only lasted about an hour before I decided to go home. I wouldn't say I got to draw anything great,but the fact that I was bale to draw again triggered my love for doodling once more.

Blooog

I never..blogged before. First, I really don't enjoy computers. I still enjoy and prefer writing on paper and I am not a very techie person so to speak. Second, blogging is so stressful. Lastly, I like to keep things to myself.

Girl

I never.. made out with a girl and I don't plan to..enough said:P

Wine

Every wine has it;s own scent, but no matter what wine it is when someone mentions drinking wine alone, I am reminded of the one random night I spent at home locked in my room with a bottle of red wine and a tray of sashimi, my favorite! This memory would've been a perfect artist date if had not happened yet:)

Mustard

The weird smell of mustard always reminds me of a trip to Sweden with my friends wherein we competed for the Gothia cup. I am reminded of the trip because i would literally eat at least one chorizo hotdog with tons of spicy European mustard every day! I loved the mustard so much that I tried looking for it here in the Philippines, unfortunately we don't carry the brand.

Lavander

Lavander baby powder specifically. I Just love how it smells. I use it every night before going to bed and during the day. It is best when it is a hot day. It instantly refreshes me. I am reminded of when i would play for long hours when I was younger and my yaya would get mad at me for sweating a lot and she would put so much powder on me that i would look like an espasol.

Butter

Ahh the smell of butter. It evokes a lot of memories,but a particularly favorite one of mine is eating butter popcorn with double extra butter at the movies with my brothers when I was younger. We would always watch the latest movies that were out and I'll always tag along.

Artist date#2

For my second artist date, I decided to just stay in on a Sunday and watch a foreign film. I decide on Volver, a Spanish film starring the striking and one of my personal favorites, Penelope Cruz. It is directed by Pedro Almodovar. It is not at all new to me to watch foreign films,but it was a new experience this time because I can somewhat speak Spanish since I have been taking it for the past four terms. I decided not put subtitles and man was I in for the biggest headache of my life. I kept on rewinding the movie because they spoke too fast for me to understand and most of the time I did not understand the words at all. Even with me lost in translation, the visual aspect allowed for me to keep up with the movie, and when I watched it again recently, this time with subtitles, I found that I pretty much understood it. Just a few tweaks here and there:) It was a humbling experience.

Carabao s**t!

Every time I sniff this ever so pungent aroma I am reminded of the time my whole family and I including all my first cousins went on a trip to Cabadbaran in Mindanao. It was a whole lot of fun! We swung from ropes into the cold river, we hung out and relaxed by and in the waterfalls, and we hopped from one beach to another. There was this one instance that we were walking for so long and my cousins and I grew tired, s we asked the man with the carabao if we could ride his wagon. He was kind enough to allow us, but the smell was horrible because just like horse drawn carriages, the feces f the carabao was caught by the sack where they put uncooked rice in.

Artist date #1

I spoke of this in class and realized after that I was supposed to do the artist date alone,but anyway for my first attempt I went to the restaurant Friday's to have my usual Saturday night dessert with my friends. For so long I would get my favorite oreo madness,but then I thought about it and decided to purchase and try the double fudge brownie overload. Man was I in for a surprise. It was three layers a thick fudge brownies topped with creamy vanilla ice cream, chocolate and caramel syrup. The picture on the menu did not do the dessert any justice. I realized after I polished off the plate that it was a good idea to try something new. At least now I have options when I get dessert some other time.

Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough

Cookies are and always have been my weakness, so whenever the scent of cookie dough wafts by me, my stomach churns and I am immediately reminded of the last time I had a cookie. It doesn't necessarily take me back far into the past because I still have cookies regularly and what usually results in it is that once I start munching on them especially with my friends, we start to reminisce about the unforgetable cookies we've had in the past. I have noticed that the one cookie that is always brought up is the cookie skillet from Tony Roma's. The soft baked cookie with chocolate chips oozing out topped with a scoop of thick white vanilla ice cream and viscous chocolate syrup. Just talking about it now makes me want to eat it again.

Blind Willow Sleeping Woman - Haruki Murakami

When I closed my eyes, the scent of the wind wafted up towards me. I stood on the porch admiring the the trees as they danced beneath the azure sky. I started to see animal shapes taking form in the clouds. A skinny rabbit chasing after a tiny mouse. A falcon soaring through the air, cutting the horizon in half as it streamed by. A basset hound with a huge grin on its face. The LSD was kicking in. It was a familiar feeling. The tiny hairs on my arms started to rise, an electric surge coursing through my veins. Lisa, I forgot about Lisa. I made my way to the living room which was still adorned with pictures of my ex-wife and daughter and saw Lisa lying on the carpet, her gaze fixed on my dirty ceiling. I waited for awhile before calling out to this pixie of a girl I had just met the night before. An obscure Radiohead song was playing in the background and Lisa looked like she was enjoying her trip. I preferred it outside. The walls were breathing and this made me nauseous. As I made my way to Lisa my stomach started rumbling and I could feel the music inside my head. Expanding. Stretching. Filing the void. I felt like my brain was a ticking bomb about to explode.
"Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay?" her question echoing between my ears.
I was in the bathroom kneeling in front of the toilet as if it were a demi god I had been praising for what felt like years. I looked at the strange yet attractive girl standing over me. Was she really floating? Her white sundress was glowing. An angel I thought to myself. An angel here to save me from this bad trip. Redeem me from this life of debauchery. A life filled with alcohol, hard drugs, and philandering. The linoleum tiles stared to melt behind her. She helped me get on my feet and we made are way to the couch. I felt better after vomiting. Lighter than air, like all the baggage and burden on my shoulders were flushed down the toilet.
As we sat on the couch I could feel my body becoming one with the upholstery. I was embarrassed. Here I was 38 years of age, midlife crisis at hand being cared for by an adolescent. She could have been my daughter. She took out a small paper bag and started rolling a joint. Her hands were delicate and seemed like she hadn't put in a days work in her life. She put the perfectly rolled spliff between her pink lips. The flame on the lighter was distracting and beautiful. As she exhaled, the smoke lingered in front of us and slowly swayed its way towards the ceiling. She passed me the joint and held my thigh.
"Everything will be okay." she whispered in my ear, kissing me on the cheek.
I took a drag and looked at the sunset through the window. Another day had gone by. The words "everything will be okay" echoed between my ears.

American Gods- Neil Gaiman

Shadow was in prison for three years. Hundreds of sunsets and sunrises he had missed while locked up in his four by six cell. A cell that boasted a bunk bed covered in ratty sheets, an old wooden desk and a toilet seat at the corner of the room. The calendar read June 22, 2011. To any other person it was another warm summer day, but to Shadow it meant freedom. Freedom from all the prison guards and malevolent inmates. Freedom from his four by six cell and mostly it was freedom from being locked up inside with just himself. As he prepared his belongings which comprised of a ratty old book, a calendar, a pen and a sweater a prison guard had appeared by his cell and called out that hey were ready to release him. Shadow quickly gathered his stuff and followed. He made sure that he did not say or do anything that would jeopardize him getting out. It took a while for everything to be settled. There were a lot of paper work to deal with and the office was not at all keen to let Shadow go, for one judge believed that he was not at all worthy of such a privilege. This frustrated Shadow and triggered an emotion in him that he was all too familiar with. An emotion that put him in this situation in the first place. Without realizing it, Shadow had blacked out, took his pen and stabbed the prison guard on the wrist. He quickly realized what he had done though and immediately apologized, but it was too late. He felt the freedom he was not able to taste slip away from him. How one emotion had overpowered him, he did not know. His plans of returning to the country side and seeing his family, gone. The taste of baby back ribs from the diner, gone. Shadow felt defeated by himself and did not even bother to fight as the prison guards took him away and sent him back to his lonesome four by six cell. He set up his calendar, lay on the bunk and fell asleep. How many more days he would be there, he did not know. Hundreds of sunsets and sunrises would pass him again was what he was sure of and it was he himself that caused him to be in this predicament all over again.

things that don't go together

oil and water
fire and air
pineapple and pizza
mint and chocolate
orange and chocolate
champorado and tuyo
crocs with anything
stripes and plaid
Erap and the presidency
Gloria Arroyo and a bikini
math and I

Awkward

penguins
you, your ex and your boyfriend in a balcony
braces and glasses
naked twister
sloppy kisses
when you're not sure if someone is saying hi to you
getting in the wrong car
long grueling silence
big feet
big heads
mothers on spring break
catching your brother doing his biz
better yet, catching your father
failed pick-up line
elevators
thinking someone called your name
saying something out loud in a noisy place,but then it goes silent just as you shout
snorting when you laugh

Things that should be big

bubbles
chocolate bars
imaginations
diamonds
penguins(would be freaky though)
our campus
your arse!
portraits
televisions
hot pandesal
cakes

Nails

I never grew out of my bad habit of biting my nails.
I don't know why this is so, but I've tried to stop and failed over and over again. Because of this I prefer my fingernails to have polish on them,so there's less chance I would bite them. Sad to say that I still do sometimes.My mum bites her nails as well, and I think she does it worse than I do because her fingers start bleeding. Can habits be hereditary?

Things that give a clean feeling

mouthwash
warm baths
brushing your teeth
baby powder
alcohol
crisp white shirt
baby cologne
clean feet
fresh air
incense
potpourri
a cup of tea
vitamins
white
new bedsheets
cold places
mints
peppermint foot spas
the sound of waves crashing
birds chirping in the morning
eating fiber enriched food

Naked

I never told anyone that i like being naked alone in my room.
I secretly enjoy this.
I feel free in more ways than one!
I've been scolded a lot by my mum though cause she says the neighbors might see me. She always just thought I was dressing up.
I wish I could just take my shirt off anywhere like guys could. Heck, I wish I didn't even need to wear a bra.
Clothes are such limitations, but..I have to wear them so in my privacy I'd prefer not to.

Things that make the heart beat faster

running
football
public speaking
coffee
saying "i love you"
kisses; soft kisses
bear hugs
fingers tracing your face
knowing you're in for a good week with friends
hearing "i love you"
getting that smile
long hot walks
the beach
seeing a good movie
reading a good book
memory block in the middle of class
eye contact
knives
guns in front of your face
sketchy guys in the alley or road
half naked carpenters who stink of alcohol
Cristiano Ronaldo
oily tanned washboard abs
someone in rage
slow dances
being caught in a lie
lying
cockroaches
Johnny Depp
James Franco
Brandon Boyd
a good joke
an even better poem
children running around in dangerous places
black cats
seeing shadows in your peripheral view
pop quizzes
bubbles
colors
and coloring materials
nice graffiti
rape
when you see him or her
kisses anywhere
goosebumps
a good song
thinking

cockroaches

I've never killed a cockroach.
Not that I don't want to kill them. I just have them killed. I hate the crunchy sound it makes once a slipper(usually the weapon of choice) squishes it. I imagine all the nasty goo inside such a dirty pest coming out. Do cockroaches really die when someone kills them? It's as if when one is killed, a hundred more pop out all around the place, country or world!
Screw cuckarachas! They should all be placed on a space ship and sent far far far away to never ever neverland!

--making up for missed blogs last week:)

Elegant

Polished nails
Velvet
Red lipstick
Diamonds and jewels
Strand of pearls
Pretty lace
White
Ballet and them ballerinas
Four-inch heels
Silk sheets
Little black dress
Pointed toes and slim fingers
Porcelain skin
Tea cups and the pinkie
Botanical gardens
Dark wood
Scent of lavender
Hard bound books
Cocktail rings
Martini glasses with olives
The Queen
Long gowns
Glitters
A man's watch on women
The fizz after champagne is popped
Cheese, all kinds of cheese
old photographs