Emeyged.

Usually, if my dream is about a guy, it’s him. It’s his hands I hold,  his body I embrace, or his lips I kiss. Maybe it’s because he’s everything I look for in a guy, but I know I don’t deserve him, cos he’s just too much.

But last night, for the first time, it wasn’t him.

It was you.

Emeyged telegerr.

Boy fucking crazy.

I am happy now. I love my dorm, I love my roommates, I honestly enjoy my classes (though I find Chemistry15 and Statistics1 very hard), and I love being involved in an organization. I made a lot of changes this year, and now I’m just plain happy.

Well, that’s at least until Barbs and I start talking and ranting about why we don’t have boyfriends, how unfair it is that ugly girls have one but we don’t, and how things always start with a guy and it’s just that. It just starts, and it gets all kilig, and poof, it’s Koko Krunch. It’s sad to think that my last relationship was asdjklf4873e4632789rydjsk. God. I need a guy. I’m gathering dust here! Spiders are making freaking cobwebs around me! God!

I often talk to a friend about this (Armani), and he says that it’s because I make it seem like I have impossible standards, and it is kind of intimidating. Someone finds me intimidating?! Wow, even I would be intimidated by myself because apparently, I am intimidating. Gosh, I didn’t realize that. I always thought it’s because I’m fat. :| Well, anyways… Armani started to teach me the “boy-luring” techniques. He told me to start posting pictures of myself doing the infamous “Friendster pose” (He says “Magpaka-baduy ka nga kahit minsan. Masyado kang anti-baduy eh.” and I was like “Ew, fuck no!”) And that’s when I realized… I do have impossible standards. I am very judgemental. Gosh, my penthouse in hell awaits my arrival. I don’t get it. Hindi naman ako mahilig sa sobrang gwapo. Gusto ko HOT. Barbs and I agreed on our qualifications. He has to be tall and malaman (in short, YUMMY). And must wear nice shoes. And nice shirts, and perfectly-sized pants. And, I think most girls would agree, wears boxers or boxer briefs. Dapat din suplado, yung hindi masyadong nagsasalita around other people, but secretly bubbly. Maraming alam na bagay, hindi lang acads o dota o anime. One big turn off na napag-usapan din pala namin is yung vain guys. Ew My God. EMG. No, please, no. Bakla much? Mas hot talaga yung effortless, yung tipong he just happened to wear the first thing he grabbed from his drawer and still ended up drool-worthy. O tama na, nag-advertise na ako dito, kasama pa ang underwear preference.

Yun lang. Gusto lang kasi ni Barbs magkaroon ng ComArtsSoc shirts na pang mag-shota.

Yung pang-female, sabi “I’M HARD TO GET”

Yung pang-male naman, “BUT I GOT HER”

Tapos maglalakad kayo sa labas, suot niyong dalawa yan.

Tanginang kabaduyan yan.

But what’s sad is sometimes BADUY feels so much better than nothing at all. :|

Tangina pengeng boylet.

How do you start something you don’t feel doing? I don’t really feel like updating since there’s nothing much to say but I’m afraid my blog will rot soon, hence the spontaneous blogging.

I’ve been really busy with Plurk because it’s so fun and now it’s so hard to say something without the strong urge to attach an emoticon. Writing something like this now seems dull. Go join Plurk and you’ll see what I mean.

Hmm, I don’t really have anything to write about so I’ll just say whatever comes to my mind. I don’t consider myself a blogger so this wouldn’t be considered crappy blogging.

I went to UST last week with my Tomasian friends and it was really fun. It was the first time I’ve seen some of them since… Oh my, since starting college. We were supposed to go partyying after until some suggested we just go have coffee (insert annoyed emoticon). We ended up in McDonalds having coffee at McCafe. We went home at around 2am and some went home at around six. It was during the Paskuhan that I realized that life is truly unfair. Like srsly unfair.

Celito lost like 1/3 his previous weight. Ambalibabol.

Ugh. That’s all I wanted to say. I so want to be Bulimic and Anorexic right now, no offense meant to others.

Not a Christmas wishlist

Just a plain wishlist I prepared for the day I wake up and suddenly the world is right, the odds are all good on me, and I can get everything I want.

1. My own house. I don’t want to live alone so I am bringing everyone with me. I don’t want an oversized creepy mansion, I don’t want a pool or anything disgustingly luxurious, I just want my own frickin’ bathroom. I also want a beautiful garden with three big trees with swings made of tires.

2. Solar panels for my house. I am going to buy a copy of every movie I could think of and I will have a mini-theater. I am going to watch movies all day long so I need solar power!

3. A king-sized Tempur bed for me. My dad owns a pillow and boy is that thing comfortable. I want a Tempur mattress on every room, Tempur sofas, and heck, Tempur walls. Those things are fucking expensive and I am going to splurge on them while I can. Oh yes, Tempur beds each for all four of our dogs.

4. A Volvo. You got it wrong. It’s not because of the T word, I’ve just always wanted a Volvo. For my everyday car, that is. It’s not impossibly-priced and I can drive it around Manila without being stared at.

Volvo S40 if I could only afford a sedan.

Volvo XC60 if I could afford an SUV

5. For my special cars I want a Bentley  and a Hummer. The day I get to drive a Bentley is the day I die of nirvana. I saw a Hummer in Manila once and damn, that thing is a beauty! If I get to own a Hummer in this lifetime I can assure you that God loves me the most of all the six billion people here. I may be a self-proclaimed environmentalist and all, but nothing can stop me from getting that Hummer if I could.

Continental GT

Hummer H2

That, aside from world peace (refer to my old blog), is all I want. I’m actually very easy to please if my impossible wishlist is ignored. I am going to make a list of the simple things that make me happy and I’ll prove that I am the easiest person to get a smile from.

I drowned in kikayness one afternoon.

Re: Fine, Cherries, I love you.

I have to admit one slightly embarrasing thing. Everything Titanic brings out all the girliness in me. I’ve seen the movie around seventeen times. Everytime I hear the theme song I drown in kikayness. So there. I just did.

Betrayal.

I was betrayed. I loved him and he betrayed me.

Tobi bit me. Our dog. He didn’t bite me on purpose-he was just trying to get my attention because he wanted to play and so he bit my toe. It bled, and that was why I got upset. I shudder at the sight of blood and pain, and I am terrified at the sight of my own blood. I hate pain.

From now on, I will call him Toblerone (his full name). I have this thing that when I am upset I call someone another name, one that he isn’t used to. I can’t really explain what it does to me but it’s kinda therapeutic.

Just kidding. I am being melodramatic. I still love Tobi. I just hated that he had to bite me so hard just to get my attention.

We have four dogs now. Maki, Angel, Tobi, and Bumper (the new baby). My dad named her Bumper. I don’t really like it, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to calling a pet Bumper. It’s a weird name, it’s a car part. But anyway “Bumper” is a better name compared to “Dashboard”, “Windshield”, “Muffler”, or even “Tambutso”. Anyways, she’s really really adorable and her cuteness is enough to make up for the weird name.

One day I will get my own dog.

If I get two male dogs, I will name one Aston and the other Martin. Bentley, Lamborghini, Mercedes, and Ferrari are ugly pet names. Hummer is a bad name for a dog.

I’ve actually made a list of names I would possibly use on my pet.

Bridgitte Bardot (I think I got this idea from Tori Spelling)

Coco (Chanel)

Cleo (Adeline’s cat)

Yoko (Yoko Ono)

Reese (peanut butter cups = heaven)

Fendi

Brie

Perth

Gabon

Morgan

Chili

Hugo

Janus

Thor

Amelie

Princess Leia

Amidala

If I get a couple, I would name them Bonnie and Clyde.

Thirsty but can’t drink anymore.

I’m one-eighth drunk (which means I just had a LITTLE drink, I just wanted it to sound a tad more scandalous) and I am so thirsty! My throat is a bottomless pit, but my stomach is already nearing the point of explosion.

I had fun tonight. It was supposed to be Carlo’s birthday bash but when we were already at the bar he begged us not to tell the band that it was his celebration. We pointed Jocae instead and he became the target of the bashing and dirty jokes. Jocae ordered a blow job and it was a teensy (shot glass) serving of something strong plus Baileys (I think because it smelled nice), and it was supposed to be served ON FIRE but he was a bit scared, so there. I don’t really drink so I just had a light drink, which explains the pretending-to-be-drunk-to-sound-scandalous.

We were supposed to go to Jocae’s favorite bar in Malate but I am too indulged in my pretension so I am just going to say that I am too drunk to remember why it didn’t happen.

Kiedis in Manila

Rihanna and Chris Brown’s upcoming concert has got me  thinking about what a perfect night would be like. I’ve got an idea: Me screaming at the top of my lungs at the band on stage. Red Hot Chili Peppers. I would seriously give anything to go to their concert. A girl can dream, right?

Anyways, my friends and I have been talking about getting tickets for Rihanna’s concert on November 16. The tickets are fairly priced and it would be perfectly in sync with Jocae’s birthday treat. I was all in, in fact I initiated it and I could just see the four of us having so much fun. That’s until reality bit my in the face, anyway. School would’ve just started by that time and I would be in Los Banos. There’s no chance in hell I could go see Rihanna, unless I want to skip school. Well, a girl can only dream, right?

I’ve missed so many ideally awesome concerts like Vertical Horizon, Maroon 5, Ne-Yo, and I am adding Rihanna and Chris Brown to that list. I swear to God if the Red Hot Chili Peppers come here I am not going to miss it. I think I would even give up school entirely for them. Hahaha.

He’s got me drooling.

I am watching One Tree Hill Season 1 again.

James Lafferty

is

the

man.

Don’t make me tell you about his SHOULDERS, ABS, and those EYES. Don’t.

One night only.

Adam Levine is a god. I worship him. My headboard is adorned with objects Adam Levine-y. I have an Adam Levine Bible and I know the words by heart. Haha. (Just messing. My bed doesn’t even have a headboard)

My interview with Adam

Our music video. (yeah, dream on)