8 more days to go~~~ ^^

All you need is a little faith to get  by.

Hwaiting, Tere ya, Hwaiting!

This is the season of countdowns...

9 days more until I can say "Happy new home!"
13 days more until I turn 24 (Holy Cow. I'm that old o_O )
13 days more until our 6th month (Wow..my birthday and our 6th month on the same day?! woohooo~~)
15 days more until I hop on a plane to Bangkok
20 days more until Christmas

I just love, love, love December!

Happy Holidays everybody!

I finally had a perm.

The fact that it was free pushed me to do it (and yes, I wanted a new look also). Seriously, I don't really know if it looks good on me. When I look at myself in the mirror and stare at my new curls, the first thing that comes to my mind is "Do I look like a poodle?!" It's crazy. I know. Maybe I'm just not used to seeing my hair all curly and poofy. Haha. I hope it looks better when it grows longer. Honestly, I think it looks cute. Not hot. Not sexy. But, cute..like a little girl's hairstyle. I even think I look younger now. more than before. Maybe I could pass as 16 or 17? Haha. Maybe, I'm pushing the envelope too far.

You gotta love it or hate it. (I meant, the curls)

Tada!


Newly permed hair...still fresh from the salon... ^^

I have a sleeping problem.

No matter how late I sleep, I always manage to wake up at around 6am or 7am. No kidding. It's sheer torture. I usually sleep like 4 to 5 hours in a day as opposed to the healthy sleeping time of 8 hours. I seriously look like a Panda bear with my eyebags. I want to be able to sleep for 8 hours straight. When? When? How? How? It's a good thing I haven't gotten sick yet but I have a great feeling that I will. DAMN YOU, SALAZAR! Puhahaha~

Any suggestions on how to normalize my body clock???

Nice girl no more.

I ain't last in line, bitch.

Hahahahaha!

I love you Mim, Cha and Uri...even if you guys spied on us. (And, I didn't even know!!!)

Nice Girls Finish Last
This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong.

This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times.

This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention.

This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and john tesh up the guys in their lives without saying a word.

This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the rite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it .

This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude L0VESzs and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced.

This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed.

This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt.

This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.

This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a rainbow than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with.

This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone.

This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup.

This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.

This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear.

This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted.

This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.

This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.

So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in rainbow's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congradulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.

So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some chocolate).


---nicked this off soompi.com (which was nicked off from Myspace..)

I'm drunk.

Soooo drunk.

But, I'm sober enough to broadcast that I'm drunk.

4 bottles and I'm out!!!! TT.TT

Low tolerance for alcohol...


dang.

Leche kaaaa!!!!!

T.T

I have always thought of myself as a giver.

In fact, I think I give too much. I just can't stand people getting sad and depressed...especially people who cry. It gets even harder when these are the people who are dearest to me. Kumbaga, kung ako lang si Britney Spears, ang kanta ko ay "I was born to make you happy". Hahaha~! It was never hard for me to give because I knew that I had nothing to lose. Seeing and making someone happy is one of the best things in the world even if, sometimes, it comes with a price. People always say that you should never lose yourself in giving. Always remember that there is still a YOU that needs attention. There is a YOU who is also in need of TLC. It's not always about the others, although it isn't so bad to think of them every so often.

They tell me that I should learn how to take. Be a taker, I tell you. Being a taker doesn't mean that you turn into some monstrous opportunist and begin exploiting people's kindness and love. I need to learn how to take a step back and think of myself. It's not always about them. It's also about me. I need to learn when giving is enough. I need to learn that giving also has its boundaries. It probably wouldn't hurt to switch roles every once in a while and become the taker. I have one important point to raise though.

 How can you take if there is nothing to take? How can you take if they have given you nothing?

Retrograde season.

I really felt it today.

Omg.

T.T

I'm gushing.

>.<

Stop it, Tere! Stop it!!!

IF you go over 45, you're a bad
influence. If you go under 10, chances
are you live under a rock and have no
life... even more harsh. Total the
number of things in each list you've
done.

No need to say which ones. If people
really want to know they will message
you.

1. smoked
2. consumed alcohol
3. slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex.
4. slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex.
5. kissed someone of the same sex
6. had sex
7. had someone in your room other than family
8. watched porn
9. bought porn
10. done drugs
TOTAL: 6

1. taken painkillers
2. taken someone else's prescription medicine.
3. lied to your parents.
4. lied to a friend.
5. snuck out of the house.
6. done something illegal.
7. cut yourself.
8. hurt someone.
9. wished someone to die.
10. seen someone die.
TOTAL: 7

1. missed curfew.
2. stayed out all night.
3. eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself.
4. been to a therapist.
5. been to rehab.
6. dyed your hair.
7. received a ticket.
8. been in an accident.
9. been to a club.
10. been to a bar.
TOTAL: 6

1. been to a wild party.
2. seen the Mardi Gras.
3. drank more than four beers in a night.
4. had a spring break in Florida.
5. sniffed anything.
6. wore black nail polish.
7. wore arm bands.
8. wore t-shirts with band names.
9. listened to rap.
10. owned a 50 Cent CD
TOTAL: 4

1. dressed Gothic.
2. dressed prep.
3. dressed punk.
4. dressed grunge.
5. stole something.
6. been too drunk to remember anything.
7. blacked out.
8. fainted.
9. had a hicky
TOTAL: 6

1. snuck into someone else's room.
2. had a crush on your friend.
3. been to a concert.
4. dry-humped someone.
5. been called a cunt.
6. called someone a cunt.
7. installed speakers in your car.
8. broken a mirror.
9. showered at someone of the opposite sex's house.
10. brushed your teeth with someone else's toothbrush
TOTAL: 6

1. consider/considered Ludacris your favorite rapper.
2. seen an R-rated movie in theater.
3. cruised the mall.
4. skipped school.
5. had surgery.
6. had an injury.
7. gone to court.
8. walked out of a restaurant without paying/tipping.
9. caught something on fire.
10. lied about your age.
TOTAL: 5

1. owned/rented an apartment.
2. broke the law in the police's presence.
3. made out with someone who had a gf/bf
4. got in trouble with the police.
5. talked to a stranger.
6. hugged a stranger.
7. kissed a stranger.
8. rode in the car with a stranger.
9. been harassed.
10. been verbally harassed.
TOTAL: 3

1. met face-to-face with someone you met online.
2. stayed online for 5 hours straight.
3. talked on the phone for more than 4 hours straight.
4. watched TV for 5 hours straight.
5. been to a fair.
6. been called a bad influence.
7. drink and drive.
8. prank-called someone.
9. laid on a couch with someone of the opposite sex.
10. cheated on a test.
Total: 8


Grand Total: 51

-If You Have Less Then 10.. write [Im A
Goody Good]
-If You Have More Than 10.. write [im
still a goody good]
-If You Have more Than 20 ..write [im
average]
-If You Have More Than 30.. write [im a
bad kid]
-If You have more than 40.. write [im a
very bad infuence]
-If You Have 50.... write ..[wow.. im
the worst possible person ever

Wow...I just crossed over to being the worst possible person ever.
Puhahaha~

Pagod na ako.

Pagod na pagod na ako.

TT__________TT

Let's go to the park...I wanna kiss you underneath the stars....



*sigh*

You cannot quit me so quickly
Is no hope in you for me
No corner you could squeeze me
But I got all the time for you, love
The Space Between
The tears we cry
Is the laughter keeps us coming back for more
The Space Between
The wicked lies we tell
And hope to keep us safe from the pain

But will I hold you again?
These fickle, fuddled words confuse me
Like 'Will it rain today?'
Waste the hours with talking, talking
These twisted game we play

We're strange allies
With warring hearts
What wild-eyed beast you be
The Space Between
The wicked lies we tell
And hope to keep us safe from the pain

Will I hold you again?
Will I hold...

Look at us spinning out in
The madness of a roller coaster
You know you went off like a devil
In a church in the middle of a crowded room
All we can do, my love
Is hope we don't take this ship down

The Space Between
Where you're smiling high
Is where you'll find me if I get tickled
The Space Between
The bullets in our firefight
Is where I'll be hiding, waiting for you
The rain that falls
Splash in your heart
Ran like sadness down the window into...
The Space Between
Our wicked lies
Is where we hope to keep safe from pain

Take my hand
'Cause we're walking out of here
Oh, right out of here
Love is all we need here
The Space Between
What's wrong and right
Is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you
The Space Between
Your heart and mine
Is the space we'll fill with time
The Space Between...

- Space Between, DMB

I've wanted to move out for so long now.

Yes. I'm an escapist. I think I'm a pro already in escaping.

I hate it that I don't have a stable job.

I hate it that I don't have money.

I have plans. Lots of it, in fact. I just can't move forward without resources.

huK~

I can hear wedding bells everywhere.

Kuya Ryan's getting married on Sunday. Jay's getting married on July 7. Ate Wow's getting married next year. Who knows who's going to join them in the wedding bandwagon. Haha.

Maybe, it could be me. (or Camille, Cha, or Uri)

I also want to get married.

Do you want to marry me? *wink wink*

Someone found LOVE in Miami.

I miss you muchacha! Come home na!

You still have soulmates waiting for you here in the PI!