*Time Started: 7:28 p.m.*what's playing? : Snow Patrol's "Chocolate", Norah Jones' "What Am I to You", Blue Merle's "Burning In the Sun", U2's "Sometimes You Can't Make It on Your Own", Jack Johnson's "Sitting, Waiting, Wishing", The Mavericks' "I Want to Know," Joss Stone's "Right to Be Wrong" *Feeling: Tired, Sated, and a bit too feministic *Things that inspired me to write: shopping with mom, the dark skies, the offending terminology used by a feminine wash, and my little sister talia
what an eye opening day.
today, i had a chance to hang out with 2 people i could barely stand before: my everdearest mutti, and darling talia. i must say that i nearly declined the opportunity to do so, but the call of the mall was too strong to resist.
we dropped off my elder sister cheska at UP this morning because she had to do some stuff connected to RVC. i tried looking for chelly at the sunken garden but seems like her training ended early. my mom then treated talia and i to lunch in podium, a meal primarily composed of teriyaki dishes. what ensued after was nothing short of bliss.
talia, mom, and i went around and shopped for summer clothes. they bought frilly skirts and tops, while i settled for a simple denim puruntong. it was uber fun, playing queer eye for the straight gals, telling my mum to suck it all in as we tried to fit an extra small yellow sun skirt around her cute little belly (and it DID fit!), telling talia that the pink halter top was way kewler than the lime green shirt disaster. haha... never knew i could enjoy shopping with the 2 bossiest, and weirdest people in my life. yeah... fun fun fun.
so talia ended up buying an uvvver nice pink and plaid skirt and halter in Gingersnaps, and mom purchased a yellow floral A-line skirt and white wrap shirt in Kamiseta. me? yeah, denim puruntong from Kami. can't believe small lang ang size ko dun. OH WELL... american sizes naman kasi sila. mwahahaha...
talia and i then hung out at figaro's in brickroad while mum got her hair cut and coloring at james cooper. my sister and i bonded over senseless stuff like taking feektures, and guessing why everybody was staring at us like we were jackasses from wackoville.






haay...
i love this.
:)
grabe... nagiging sobrang corny ko nang tao.
was uber outraged by the way, when i read the directions behind a bottle of pH balance. they didn't mention the word VAGINA even once. not once. not ever.
what the heck is wrong with printing the word VAGINA?! and wuh the hell is wrong with displaying your napkin in public?! men love showing off their condoms, so why should women be ashamed of carrying whisper, modess, or carefree under the scrutiny of others?
SUBRA!
patriarchal society my ass.
mwahahaha...
feeling a BIT too 'feministic'.
~*~
i saw:
1. edu manzano, who totally looks like monsieur PPA/Kaching-Kaching... erm... older version.
2. somebody who looks like my seven year itch. yeah... kamusta na kaya un?
3. ate erica... yeah, nice tan girl! :D
4. chelly who was with...
5. eizel.. who has BANGS! woohoo! go eizie, you gorgeous little booty! :))
definitely no longer searching for utopia, an ergaslophobic student and aspiring thespian, a true blue Filipina and Assumptionist, existing in a state of utter discombobulation, *BROKE*, and fattening myself up in time for the next human sacrifice ritual in tondo, manila...
Stars and Nebulas
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cathy
caMs
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iSSa
jOnesie
[[myky]]
[[nica]]
pam
[[stephie]]
synty
[[tasia]]
trizza
wissa
Flight
Alanis Morissette
Carbon Stereoxide Studio Notes
Cold Play
Dashboard Confessional
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Haruki Murakami
Milk&Cereal
Miss Saigon
Paulo Coelho
Rent - the Musicale
Shawn Mullins
System of a Down
The Simpsons
The Sims
The Used
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==:::A Few Friendly Reminders from your Resident Sane Psycho:::==
life is an unequivocally fast paced string of events, where the essence of a lifetime can be captured in a single breath, love can develop in a second, and where a long journey can feel like just another ride in the metro rail...
so put on your pink tinted glasses, wear your cheesiest smile. life's too short and much too precious to waste with the frivolities of a shallow existence.
let's limbo!
change is the only constant thing in life.
though it is most difficult to cope with change, we must.
it is survival. it is evolution.
but then again,
what if this change is brought about by paranormal sensations and emotions, unforeseen circumstances, hormonal imbalances, and... the weather?
what if this change is caused by things that are not things. forces that are immaterial?
how do we cope?
how do we end the relentless and crazed see-saw of intense emotions churning deep within us?
how do we stop misery?
how do we prolong happiness?
with a four millimeter bullet?
with a cup of peppermint-tasting cyanide?
with prayer?
i don't know.
i can't even begin to pretend to know, or to comprehend.
and i'm sure,
neither can you.
and it scares me.
it scares us.
that this we cannot understand.
everything else --science, mathematics, ratios, proportions, wars, peace talks, chocolate sprinkles and gum drops, ponies and rabbits, Nobel awards-- we know.
but this,
this simple shift of light and darkness,
this slight distinction,
this sudden rearranging of matter, molecules, and sensations.
this indescribable phenomena.
this we cannot even begin to grasp.
illogical, senseless, strange, odd.
fleeting, momentous, gargantuan, colossal.
what is the meaning behind this change in mood? in feeling?
what is the real root? the common cause?
perhaps we have been doomed to be this way.
to not understand.
to be left in the dark.
doomed to be able to adapt with everything else but this simple swing.
this simplistic issue.
never to find a way to evolve around it.
but perhaps.... in this case,
evolution is not survival.
for if you can just grin and bear it.
take it for what it is.
let go of the logic behind it.
perhaps then, survival is possible.
change is not imperative.
accepting is a prerogative, the answer, the key.




