Each Moment Lived Reminds Me

Sunday, July 26 at 8:40 PM
I am high at the moment...

I can't really express it in words since my thoughts are all messed up, and I can't really write them down. Hehehe.

But I am certain I'm high.

I LOVE YOU GUYS!
BASTA KAYO!

I'm going to miss those three days. I'm going to miss those 34 + 13 people. :(


(It's really sad and untimely that I lost my voice. I really wanted to sing... :( )

Puh-puh-poker face

Thursday, July 23 at 7:45 PM
I don't know what kind of crazy muse told me to join glee club.
Crazy, crazy muse.

Well, I'm in, and I'm hoping it's going to be fun.
I hope we do more contemporary things. And that we have more exposure too!
Wahahaha.

I have to admit, I'm learning a couple of things already.
They're going to come useful once FX starts on our musical. (Anytime soon now... hopefully.)

Which reminds me... FX!
Agh. Wish me luck. I'm quite anxious about it.
I just wish we could get on to a production already. I wanna get my hand dirty. It's going to be exciting, especially with all the new members. Hihihi.

Since we're already on the topic of clubs, I guess I'll have to talk about Stallion too.
I joined it. Nothing much after that, really.

Okay, I know you're thinking, "thee clubs! WOAH!"
Well, technically, I'm not an official member of one of them. ;)

--

Peole would usually say, "You're glee club, right?"
And I quickly quipped, "No."
Well, I guess I can't do that anymore.

I hate blogs.

Saturday, July 18 at 5:41 PM
Fine. That's not true, or I wouldn't be making one at this very moment.

But IT IS TRUE--well, partly.

I hate reading/seeing blogs that look like essays, SWAs or whatever other assigned compo. It annoys me. I'm sorry if I'm offending you (which in context means the sea of you), but it's true.

I guess I partly blame the required blogging homework.
Everything feels so rigid. As if, we were all writing for the grade, which isn't what blogging is about. Blogging's about expressing yourself--through your movie review, your awkward moment of the day, your survey with so much side comments or your thoughts on a certain something.

They aren't structured. They aren't formal. They barely even require much reflecting and what-not.
Okay, I'm making a blog about my cat. Here goes. I love my cat. It makes me happy when I'm sad. Oh wait, no. I won't put that in. It's so cliche. But wait, I think that's something I can expound on so that I can impress people with my sweet side. Yes. I'll put it. But wait, no. I mean... Hmm... I'll get back to that later when I start editing for weird stuff. Ack! This is so hard. I don't like blogging. Anyhow. Must continue.

O_O COME ON.

Blogs are expressive and casual. As if you were just having a normal conversation or something. I just hate how most things come out as essays.
Blogs should just literally burst out of your head, into your fingers, onto the keyboard and onto your screen.

That's why I find the writing territories pointless.
Why? It sucks the spontaneity out of things. Where's the fire?


I HATE THAT STUPID HAIRCUT RULE!!!!!! It's so fucking stupid! I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!
As shallow as that is, it will always be more interesting than reading about how my first-ever trip to America became a fun learning experience I will treasure for the rest of my life.
I've read blogs about lazy sundays or shopping with mothers and fathers. They're still more interesting... to think you went to America.

If there's one thing that annoys me to hell, it's plastic stuff.
I guess, I write too much of them for my own sake. Hmmm. I bet this is probably how English/Filipino teachers react to essays. Eeek.

Everyone doesn't have the skills to be a writer. If you want to say that.
BUT EVERYONE HAS AN OPINION. A THOUGHT. SOMETHING YOU JUST WANT TO SHARE AND EXPRESS. Type it down as it is. Why stress over it so much?

I hate YOU! You ruined my life! You think you've broken up with me? Well, I'm telling you this, I DON'T CARE. I NEVER CARED. I NEVER CARED TO BEGIN WITH. I HOPE YOU DIE! I HATE YOU!

Okay. Fine, that's a bad example of how to tell your ex how you feel.
But it's expressive. It's alive.

Actually, I have to admit even I feel a bit restrained--considering I blog most often compared to most of the people in class. I can't seem to take my mind off not typing down a few Tagalog words and some ellipses here and there.

But you know what? Screw that.
I'll type how I want to type. Even if it means I'll have to make gamit-gamit a conyo pattern like you know, using them sa sentences ko just because like it feels right like gamit-gamit? (Shoot. That made me laugh. And mind you, I don't type THAT bad.)

I don't want to sacrifice my style.
If there's one thing I don't want my blogs to lose, it's my INDIVIDUALITY.
And that's practically what's missing in most of these blogs. Individuality.

But who am I to judge?
Probably, that's really how your world goes. If so, I pity how boring it is.
Probably, you just have to get used to it. Who knows.

BUT BAHHHHH!



Once in a while, blogs create controversy. (I should know.)
But that makes it all the more fun, doesn't it?
I wonder if this one will. I'm practically ranting on a lot of... ... ....

la-di-la-di-la. How's your day? :D

PS.
Please do remind me about that school rule on censorship. I think it's the only writing territory I'd actually WANT to write about.

Thriller Night

Sunday, July 12 at 4:59 PM
HORROR BOOTH

Random reflection moment. Very out of the blue.
I just thought of it while at Mass.

I miss my horror booth.
(Note that I am taking personal possession of it with the word my. :P)

I miss the night that I adventured all by myself just to get all the things we needed.

I miss the night we stayed in Xavier till dark just to bring it to life.

I miss putting Elmer's glue on people's faces.

I miss putting "blood" on people's faces.

I miss the feeling of having Snazaroo in my hands.

I miss looking like a zombie.

I miss being looked at whenever I went out of the booth.

I miss dancing thriller with the prosthetics.

I miss the t-shirt I destroyed by accidentally making the candle wax fly.

I miss scaring little kids.

I miss hearing comments like "My prep teacher said this won't be scary. *sobs*"

I miss the old ladies I scared twice. Hehehe.

I miss pulling Witchita's strings.

I miss all the responsibility... even if it did get hectic.

I miss ranting about the other room.

I miss taking videos of victims.

I miss being the best Xavier horror booth ever. ;)

A penny! From the year I was born!

Saturday, July 11 at 8:28 PM
FUTURE

How many times have I stated how unsure I am of my future?
Hehehe.

I have somehow "grounded" my future. Somehow.
However, it's still a blur.

Is money really what I want?
I'm not so sure. Oh, decisions. (God, apostrophes. o.O) For quite some time, I've been imagining myself not caring about how much I make just as long as I was enjoying what I was doing. The question though was if I can live up to it. Now, I've been thinking about making money--so that I can stop when I've saved enough and go find myself.

Ack. I shall now insert a song excerpt.

Purpose,
It's that little flame
That lights a fire
Under your ass.
Purpose,
It keeps you going strong
Like a car with a full
Tank of gas.
Everyone else has
A purpose
So what's mine?

I don't know how i know,
But i'm gonna find
My purpose.
I don't know where
I'm gonna look,
But i'm gonna find
My purpose.

Sidenote: Avenue Q is closing on Broadway soon. Aww.

God. How desperate am I to actually start finding myself relating to that Avenue Q song? (Rhetorical question! Do not answer!)

Crap.
Someone give me an assignment please? I'm a few years past my ceremony anyway.

I was a sailor. I was lost at sea.

Monday, July 6 at 8:32 PM
QUARANTINE, MY BIRTHDAY and SCHOOL

I'm inspired to blog right now.
I thank my iPod. Hehe. Shuffle mode is giving me awesome songs. ;) I haven't pressed the forward button yet.

Thing is... I don't know what to blog about. Silly.

*humming uptown girl*

I slept at 3am last night doing homework.
As such, I have won the elections. Do congratulate me. I'm now the president of the Procrastinators and Crammers Society. :P

*now floating in a relaxing song*

Unlike most people, I was actually thankful when the announcement about the quarantine came. The first week of school already felt like hell week for me. It was friggin' horrible. I couldn't take it. I needed to rest.

God really does answer prayers.

*rocking out*

What's more, I enjoyed my birthday. Proabably one of the best I've ever had.
Then again, I think it's the only time there weren't any classes on my birthday--except when it falls on a weekend of course.

I really enjoyed everyone's company. It was a crazy day.
What we did exactly? (I can't believe I'm only blogging about this now.)
We played bowling at E-Lanes. Awesome. We found new techniques ;) (Right, Tish?)
Then we adventured all the way to Promenade.

Funny.
We decided to eat in Yellow Cab, which is in the same direction as Krispy Kreme.
Kim sighed that the red light wasn't on. I told him it'll turn on when we get there, and wouldn't you know? It is my birthday after all. Free doughnuts AND COFFEE. ;)

After dinner, we went to the karaoke bar.
Went crazy, of course!

And that was my night. It ended to early, but what the hell. I had fun.

*flowing in the river that is the smooth melody of this song*

Anyhow. Back to the topic.
I did enjoy the break. I'd rather have that than go to school. Online classes. Hehehe.
But of course, we have to step back into reality.

Thing is, before the break, I was already hyped up and all ready for everything.
Returning, it's like I'm too lazy to follow up on all the things I told myself I would do--one of which being not procrastinating.

I guess I'll just have to work harder.
Meaning I should get back to work now. ;)

Just Chill

Saturday, July 4 at 10:17 PM
Procrastination

I haven't had enough "inspiration" to blog about anything these days. It's probably because I haven't done anything interesting.

No. That's a lie.
My birthday just passed, and that's interesting. Sadly though, I don't know what about it I should write.

I don't know. I guess it's writer's block.

Right now, I'm cramming. I have a ton of homework I haven't done. I know I told myself at the start of the school year that I won't procrastinate anymore, but it seems so hard because of the "suspension break."

I've spent most of my time doing irrelevant stuff that I could've used to work on homework. In fact, I can't even remember what I've been doing the whole time. Bummer. All I do remember is that I've been using up my midnight-middays to watch movies and wasting my mornings-noons to sleep. Gahd, my habits.

I think I can probably finish all of them by tomorrow night save for the Chinese homework. I'm still worrying. I need some luck.