~"I'll go where secrets are sold where roses unfold. I'll sleep as time goes by..."

Damn. It's the 27th of March already. I should be on vacation now, staying up 'til the cocks are already making their crowing noises, signifying the crack of dawn and waking up verrrrrrrry late. But no, I'm still stuck in school, forced to do stupid seatworks and listen to the friggin' (and seemingly endless) lessons of my droning, sadistic, fun-sucking teachers.
Damn it.
God damn it.
Shit.
Fuck.
I could go on and on. I could even cuss in French.
Merde.
This sucks.
Big time.
I'm outta here....


>>>Wait......new layout!!! I admit it's all messed up and stuff but I just downloaded it. I found the photo cool. Besides, I kinda got tired of the MCR layout. But this layout wouldn't last long, I guess. I'm gonna change it again after our most anticipated (not!) finals. My Chemical Romance ulit. hehe.....
That's it. I'm really outta here.....

So Last Monday, I celebrated my 16th year of sometimes worthy sometimes not existence on earth. Actually, I also celebrated it last Saturday in Callospa with my friends and family. So, I'm 16 now but I don't feel like I've grown a year older at all. I made a loooot of wishes before blowing the sixteen candles (oo meh sixteen candles...debut ba eto?? in the cake. I hope those wishes will alllllll come true. I just hope that life is now done giving me misery and "unfair-ness". I hope that it will finally turn to me now, and not against me.

Bow.

Anyway, no words can describe how I liked Brokeback Mountain. It's soooo beautiful beyond the valley of beauty and dwelling into the land of beautiful movies. Heath Ledger is so cute. I now also understand why that woman in the cinema's ticket booth didn't allow me inside the cinema even if I'm with my mom. So this movie is strictly not for green-minded people, like for instance, a certain group of boys in my classroom who's got nothing up in their minds but that "S" word. Worthless.

But the movie is superb. A+, five movie stars. Whatever. Ang Lee, Jake Gyllenhaal, Papa Heath and the people responsible for the making of this movie, I praise YOU.

"He Was A Friend Of Mine"
by Willie Nelson

~He was a friend of mine
He was a friend of mine
Everytime I think of him now
Lord, I just can't keep from cryin'
'Cause he was a friend of mine

He died on the road
He died on the road
Just kept on moving
Never reached what he couldn’t sought
And he was a friend of mine

I stole away and cried
I stole away and cried
'Cause I never had too much money
And I never been quite satisfied
And he was a friend of mine

He never done no wrong
He never done no wrong
A thousand miles from home
And he never harmed no one
And he was a friend of mine

He was a friend of mine
He was a friend of mine
Every time I hear his name
Lord I just can't keep from cryin'
'Cause he was a friend of mine.

>>The song playing while the credits are rolling...dinagdagan pa ng song na 'to nakakaiyak tuloy lalo...T_T


Brokeback Mountain
Memoirs Of A Geisha
Nanny McPhee
Stay
Derailed
Munich
Jarhead
V For Vendetta
Firewall
When A Stranger Calls
Cassanova
Pride And Prejudice
X3
The DaVinci Code
Proof
The Pink Panther
Eight Below

~"Fall on me. Tell me everything you want me to be. Forever with you. Forever in me. Ever the same..."

I hate Mondays. I think it is invented by hard-working people who doesn't appreciate the beauty and joy the weekeends bring. People who just adores working or studying their asses off, i.e., swots. I didn't do anything today except get bored and cut my split ends off while Mrs. Resurreccion droned on and on about...something. Plus, I just hate, despise and abhor our subjects during Monday. Three of them, that is. First, PEHM (yawn....a big one at that). I know Physical Education classes are supposed to be fun but that's not the case in my school. Our PEHM subject is stupid...and completely pointless. Next, C.L.E.(a WIIIIDE yawn + slit wrists). Good thing I can pass this one without listening to Mrs. Resurreccion, who is both a nasty kill-joy and a "DRONER" (meaning, one who drones). And the third one of course is COMPUTER (a BIG, WIDE yawn that tears my mouth apart + slit wrists + plunge into a pool filled with different kinds of sharks). Try going into my school and you'll see why I detest Computer soooo much when I should hate Chemistry more.
Mondays suck. And my birthday is on Monday next week. BUMMER.

Anyway, pushing Mondays and boredom aside, here is a list I made a few weeks ago of "MUST-see" movies or rather, "WILL-see" movies:

Brokeback Mountain
Memoirs Of A Geisha
Nanny McPhee
Stay
Derailed
Munich
Jarhead
V For Vendetta
Firewall
When A Stranger Calls
Cassanova
Pride And Prejudice
X3
The Da Vinci Code

...and I also made a list of CDs that I will hunt down until I reach the very last soil in the Philippines:
Based On A True Story by The Starting Line
Voices by Matchbook Romance and
Stricken by Disturbed

Well, got nothing more to say......

So finally, after almost four weeks of sitting in front of the computer, wishing that the modem will miraculously install itself, I am now back in action. It's already March and my last post before this was on February 6, that was ages ago. So anyway, I am back and since I so missed my blog, I can't wait to post a new entry that I am currently writing this while doing a book summary in English, watching wrestling and texting. Yup, multitasking. Anyway (again), as the title suggested, this is gonna be one hell of a long post since I'd like to give an update on what's been going on in my (fucked-up) life while I was deprived of the 'Net.

Here they are:
---We were not able to use the Internet because Dad installed the XP and he still needed to install the modem.
---I hated my life more and more.
---Dad (finally) bought me an Ipod Nano.
---I've dumped my cellphone...but I still use it of course.
---Me and my Ipod are inseparable.
---I was forced to do belly dancing for our cultural presentation in Social Studies.
---Brokeback Mountain is a PG-18 so I wasn't allowed inside the cinema. BUMMER.
---We went to Baguio to watch the Panagbenga Festival.
---We watched the RAW Live Tour in Araneta before going to Baguio.

"SHAWN MICHAELS WASN'T THERE..."
at the RAW Live Tour in Araneta last Feb. 24

So me, together with my brother and my dad, watched the RAW Live Tour in Manila last Feb. 24 before going to Baguio after the show. We bought ringside tickets and we were seated in the third row. The matches were quick and weren't as exciting as the ones seen on TV. When we arrived, Maria was introducing Precious Lara I-don't-know-how-to-spell-her-last-name and two other Filipina pageant winners. I don't know which pageant, though. Or maybe they are winners of the Supermodel of the Whole Wide Universe(hehe). The matches that night were between: Eugene and Tyson Tomko, Chris Masters (gwapo! just don't look at the body, torso longer than legs...) and Val Venis, RVD and Carlito (cute din...I was expecting he'd give his apple away), Torrie Wilson and Trish Stratus, Viscera and Snitsky, Triple H and Big Show, Ric Flair and Shelton Benjamin and of course the Main Event that night, John Cena vs. Edge (with Lita, of course) and with Mick Foley as the special guest referee. Lita is pretty, in a slutty kind of way. And Edge is...well, the way you see him on TV. And John Cena was...well, the way you see him on TV, too. In fact, they all look exactly the way I see them on TV. The only difference is that there's no radiation-emitting screen between me and them. I also saw that John Cena does sweat, 'cause it seems like he doesn't on TV 'casue he always looks so freakin' clean all the time. But I wasn't able to feel even just a brush of his hand for fear of being crushed against the barricades, being the small person that I am. Also, when it was announced that the Main Event was next, I wanted to scream ,"WHAT? But where the hell is The Heartbreak Kid? HBK? The Showstopper? SHAWN MICHAELS?!!!?" and yell,"ILABAS NIYO NA SI SHAWN MICHAELS! MAMAYA NA SINA EDGE!" I was so frustrated that night I didn't enjoy the show that much.
Oh well.
At least John Cena was there. I was able to see his unmistakable cuteness in the flesh and hear his voice live, no not while rapping I wouldn't want that, but while you know, speaking. When I told Kat and Jam that I saw John Cena there Jam asked me why I didn't take him home. Hehe. As if.
So there, the summary of what happened that night. You know I was thinking and hoping that Smackdown will also visit here. Randy Orton...swoon! I'd definitely go. I'll even wear my RKO shirt and make a sign about Randy. Something that will say something like, I HEART U, RANDY. Yuck, corny...

. . .


So there, my very long entry. But it isn't that long, is it?