she said it.

goodbye, world!

2007-12-04T22:31:00.000+08:00

After 208 posts, the madness finally ends. Hooray for you! Hooray for me as well.

Save your tears for the more tragic moments as this is only the prelude to flipping the crisp, white pages of new-ness.

Smells like teen spirit, you say. I say, smells like Krispy Kreme and acetone!

Thank you loveys, see you later!

pimp my booty

2007-11-26T17:56:00.000+08:00

We, the curvier species of womankind, also turn to retail therapy for inner harmony and self-actualization and naturally, just like all other women, fall for some trends that don’t actually work so well for the extra ungh-unghs. This is not to say that we can’t work the trendier pieces of fashown, it’s just that it usually gets trickier.

A good example would be skinny jeans. They are actually (and surprisingly) comfortable but they look funny on me, who has hips good for three persons. Mutti, ever the voice of dignity and self-esteem, says that big girls should care less about what others dictate and more about what makes them (us) feel confident and sexxxxay.

I know, right. It’s just that clothes shopping can be a bit frustrating when most stores offer jeans with the biggest available size being 4. Plus size departments aren’t any boost for morale either, when the tags bear xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. Look, I know I’m big. Don’t scream it to my face.

Anyway, what is the point of all this? I ask myself while listening to Mika’s Big Girl (You Are Beautiful). While I should be all about loving myself, I should also think about loving other people and making them feel self-confident as well.

So in a moment of utter geniosity, I came upon the wonderful (not to mention very very gracious) idea of donating my boobage, booty and hips to the less-privileged but deserving women (or men) out there in time for the holidays.

Ha! I told you I’m a very charitable person. This is perfect. Ever since I was little, I’ve always fantasized about not ever needing a bra, and actually looking respectable in tank tops and dresses (with nothing spilling out). Don’t you just love it? It’s a win-win situation for me and you my “less-endowed” chums.

Actually, you girlfriend with the 32A brassiere, you are not less-endowed. You should be very very happy that you get to enjoy doing calisthenics, aerobics, jogging and motor sports without any pain in your chest area, without any fear of something hitting your face.

So here’s the mechanics, send a photo and a 300 word essay on why you deserve to get your booty pimped this Christmas. The winner receives the package delivered to his/her doorstep on Christmas.

For those who won’t win, just think of me while you do your jumping jacks or ride the trike on a bumpy road.

5 things and 1 thing.

2007-11-19T20:40:00.000+08:00

Here's an excerpt of an exercise we were told to do for my Comm Res 110 class. We were told to write journal entries on 5 things we've done which we think the other members of the class haven't and 1 thing that we'd like to do now.

Here goes my list of the unusually cheesy things I've done that most other people my age would find very, very silly or just plain embarrassing.

1.I have traveled from General Santos City to South Cotabato on a tricycle!

I like to travel, and I also thrive on spontaniety. Back in grade school, on a school trip, my friends and I took the roads less traveled and crossed pineapple plantations on a tricycle. It was fun and a bit scary, not to mention a literal pain in the ass, to be sitting inside a cramped tricycle for three hours. We ended the joyride with lunch at a local eatery with bullet-riddled walls fresh from a recent Pentagon Group attack.

2. I have been a contestant on a TV game show!

Back in my days as a full-time nerd, I once represented my high school in a tv game show - Digital LG Challenge. It was fun and super embarrassing at the same time, but it was definitely fun to pretend that I'm smart. Haha. And yeah, I was a finalist.

3. I have interviewed uniformed policemen inside a crowded train.

Oh, the things that I would do to satiate my curiosity! Just recently, I interviewed a group of policemen inside the MRT. I've been dying to know what sorts of perks they get from their job,partly because I've been considering a career as a policeman-wife or military wife. Turns out, they get to ride the MRT for free whenever they're in uniform. And yes, they told me I might get freebies even with a policeman Halloween costume.

4. I have been a guest and co-host of a radio program! (Ha! and triple Ha!)

Part of my duties as a former DTI- Standards Advocate was to take part and make appearances in some DTI-sponsored events and programs. Because of that, I got to be a guest and co-host on DZMM's Konsyumer ATBP. twice! Those who were able to tune in during my guesting surely gained profound knowledge on consumer rights from me. Ha!

5. I got to "star" in a Hindu Opera!

As a requirement for our music class in high school, we had to stage a Hindu Opera. For whatever reason, I was cast as the lead character and had to memorize ridiculously complicated songs in Hindu. I still remember some lines that go like: "rama naama bhava trasa nivaare..."
Sadly, the record producers were not impressed.

For that ONE THING I'D REALLY LOVE TO DO NOW...
I would love to go on a leave of absence and go backpacking to Batanes with a couple of friends or even a couple of strangers.

Batanes is such a wonderful place, with the stone houses and the typhoons. Haha. But I'd really love to go awaaaaaay, and Batanes seems to be the perfect place to nurse a broken heart (what the fozz?!) or in my case, a damaged brain.

** What is wrong with my keyboard?? Why is everything in italics now?

Anyway, what have we learned from this particular exercise? Well, it goes to show that my life is still at least interesting. Number two, this gives me five things to gloat about. Thirdly, this establishes the fact that I've had a pretty traumatic and embarrassing adolescent life.

I want to know, what are your five things?

The True Wonder Years

2007-11-09T23:02:00.000+08:00

There used to be three of us – Cubi (Vincent the third), Michael and I. We are cousins and born only months apart. Growing up with them, I used to think I was a boy too. We spent summers bike racing and thrashing neighbors’ backyards and dueling under the dinner table with our plastic guns. Those were the true wonder years.

For the first few years of our lives, we were raised by our neurotic grandmother while our parents were busy being the hip, young semi-corporate parents that they wanted to be. Because she has no cooking skill whatsoever, we were constantly fed instant noodles with bits of whatever slaughtered mammal, partially cooked rice that felt like gravel and sand against the roof of your mouth and more fortified food that either came out of a can or cooked in under three minutes. Don’t get me wrong. We all love our grandmother dearly and life was fun back then. We all just had to be thankful that people were less suspicious of child abuse during those years.

In the most wonderful of the true wonder years, the three of us lived in my house. Cubi (who lives a street away from me) and I went to the same playschool and wore my panties when he ran out of underwear (the laundry department was very faulty back then). Mike, on the other hand, lives in Planet Bulacan and spent his summers and all other vacation days in our house. We all spent our days watching looney tunes, captain planet and Takeshi’s Castle while drowning our childhood whims in a cuppa Nissin’s instant ramen.

In the most wonderful of the true wonder years, I was almost a boy even though I threw balls like the girl that I am. We went biking everyday, and made big car engine sounds with our bikes racing through the old chapel’s garage.

After several years, the three of us went on to fulfill whatever crappy role we were given. Cubi, the forsaken son of an international scrabble master, started cutting classes in grade school, danced hiphop in high school, danced ballroom in college and is now a faithful manny to our darling baby nephew.

Mike repeatedly got bad grades all throughout school, got tired of it and dropped out to be in a band. Now, he rarely talks and looks like he hasn’t washed his hair in months. He’s no longer the toothy cousin who made me laugh till I peed in my pants. Now he just hangs around, being the miserably cool rocker that he is.

As for me, I set out to be Nerdy Spice. To all my relatives, I am the utterly boring, only begotten daughter slash sole heiress of microfinance crap who never goes out and finds reading dictionaries therapeutic. I am here to make up for whatever mess the other two have made, and in turn they have to suffer for the fact that I have been deemed “the smart one” by the rest of the family. Ha!

It could have been me, break dancing in some alley in between classes or playing bad-ass bassist with my fabulously shower-less hair, but non mon ami. Instead, I have been the one tasked to slave away in the pursuit of academic excellence. I could have been the fun cousin who became a pro BMX racer or what-not. Providence could have been much kinder. Why me? Why me with the sedentary life?

It was only recently that Cubi found out that he was wearing my panties back in playschool. “Now, I know why they felt different!” he candidly shared in an ambush interview in our garage. (What the fozz?!) Recently also, Mike emailed me to ask for help in writing a song about poisons and slitting wrists and other gloomily profound stuff. (Again, what the fozz?!)

I have dedicated an entire night and several kilowatts typing this entry, not only because I miss my childhood (a.k.a. “The Most Wonderful of the True Wonder Years or TMWotTWY) but also because I’m having one of those pre-prequarter life crisis panic attacks. I’m getting scared of getting older too fast (and may I add, getting older too fat). Sooner or later, those two are gonna get some girls (maybe four to seven) pregnant and, god forbid, sooner or later someone’s gonna get me pregnant too. (Erlack!) The Wonder Years have long passed, and we will only be able to relive them through our kids, (Cubi Jr. Or Quatre, Little Mike and Jobel Jr. or, in this case, Chulalongkorn Marie).

**(Notice the unnecessary use of parentheses.)

This is sooooo scary. Please read on, dear friend and help me get through with my mature fears. I miss my old sportif, active life. I miss hanging out with my cousins. I miss eating gummi worms (except for the red ones, because they look like gummy worms! Hello?!). I miss drinking melon-flavoured milk. I miss listening to their stupid jokes and having the melon-flavoured milk squirt out of my nose. I miss doing tres disgusting things. I miss the time when doing tres disgusting things was okay because we were just being cute, little kids.

Back then, we were happy and I didn’t have to stress over counting calories.

What do you miss?

so glad

2007-10-31T21:00:00.000+08:00

i've been through some really shitty days, but i'm glad they're over. for one, i'm happy to retract what i just said in my previous post. we have some hot guys in my neighborhood. :)

i guess i'm back on track! i was very (pleasantly) surprised when i checked my grades online. lalalalala... let's just say someone's getting an allowance raise very soon.

i miss you world! i've been having a lot of crazy dreams lately and i'm just dying to share them to anyone. they involve people doing acrobatics and illicit affairs, so text me if you wanna know.

love and peace for the world.
xxmimose

nothing fabulous ever happens.

2007-10-18T15:21:00.000+08:00

why? i refuse to believe that i am doomed to live a life of mediocrity, but nothing fabulous ever happens!!!!!!

why??!

nothing fabulous ever happens in this godforsaken town. dammit.

putangina. where is the supposedly cute and smart boy-next-door who'll let me stay over when i forget my house keys? where are the manicured lawns?

i hate this place.

and the hate the fact that i actually live here.

this will be the last of my dear-world-today-i-ate-spaghetti-posts. i am just feeling twice as bitchy and twice as miserable today and so i will bash my neighbors.

stop blasting your stupid air supply songs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

just around the corner...

2007-10-16T13:10:00.000+08:00

downer

2007-10-14T15:57:00.000+08:00

daaaaamn. the cubao exploration did not push through. boo rwe. boo erielle. and because we all chickened out, i had to go to museo pambata alone yesterday.

les miserables!

i was the only person there who was not a kid and did not have a kid. talk about awkward.

there were no cuties. only freaky stuff like a model that shows how shit is made. literally. and a huge model of the digestive system. tres disgusting.

later tonight, i'd be slaving away on our research paper at nikki's house in boni. crappity-crap. when will i ever get a sem breeak?

s to the kizzle.
xxmimose

call to cubao x!

2007-10-07T23:21:00.000+08:00

if you're my friend and your free this thursday, october 11th, starve yourselves till the 10th and splurge it all on junk and authentic Italian food!

RWE and Erielle will be there. The tour starts at around 12 noon. Meet us up at the depression.

And in case you're wondering, yes this is an academic pursuit. I will be up to some "journalistic" work that requires impulsive buying.

hot mother, down!
xxmimose

boohoos and scientific impossibilities...

2007-10-03T17:16:00.001+08:00

dear diary,

once when i was fourteen years old, i had a very interesting life. i had cash and really,really bouncy hair. yes, we were hardcore atheists back then, my friend and i, but life was good to us. yes, a couple of guys thought i was a loudmouth, but still cute and i thought back then that i was going to be a biologist.

eventually, i grew older, but not exactly wiser. mother told me that providence was divine and i said, "cool!". since then, i started wishing for negative time. so dearest albert einstein, if i were on a bullet train and i kept on tossing the goddamn coin, will everything fall back into place?

no, i am not on drugs.

boohoos and scientific impossibilities...

2007-10-03T17:16:00.000+08:00

bitch ain't dead

2007-10-03T16:32:00.000+08:00

just so you know, i am still alive but very miserable, overweight and out of cash. so if you don't have anything better in mind, please do not drop by our place. hahahaha.

hey, world! it's been awhile. i'll pretend you all missed me.

what is up with such???

why do i sound like some emo kid ready to slit wrists???

maybe because i am a closet emo kid ready to slit wrists...

but obviously not my wrists!

i would like to apologize to my fabulous friends for not being fabulous lately. i have crappy short hair and crappy rubber flipflops and no new shoes since july! all this i have done in my pursuit of academic excellence, which is all going in vain.

fortunately, all that is about to end with sembreak just few more hell weeks to go! yippity-yay-hooray!

you have been warned.

you have been warned...

2007-10-03T16:16:00.001+08:00

2007-07-30T23:12:00.000+08:00

i have never felt this feverish desire to kill myself, until now.

talk rhetoric

2007-07-09T21:52:00.000+08:00

Why?

Why are we here?

I miss all my friends who can talk like that all day. I miss the nights when we were contemplating suicide and teasing life with a toss of a coin. I miss how the spaces between our words meant so much more than what was written. I miss you. I miss everything.

I spend half my Wednesdays walking alone, talking aloud to the voice in my head. No one else can answer my questions the way you used to. They always said you were stoic, but I knew you were just smart enough to keep your mouth shut whenever necessary.

I miss you. I miss the world.

i looove it!

2007-07-08T23:00:00.000+08:00

Thank you, world! Thank you, universe! Thank you for ending your plot to drive me insane. Thank you for giving me back my happiness!

I looooove it. It feels so great to be alive. I am crossing off two items in my list. I have accomplished my Martha moments and I am no longer afraid. At least,I can say I can manage to be happy on my own.

Thank you Transformers!!!!!!! Long live the sexy Bumblebee!

I love you, world! Thank you for getting me back online! Thank you, Anya!

Wallpaper

2007-06-20T18:14:00.000+08:00

This has been a week (or so) of pure passivity, topped with a generous helping of domestication. Haha! I have been wanting to write something provocative, something meaningful - but now is not the time. I am beginning to get drained of all my writing desires, and I hate it. I used to think I can write something, and something good. Now, I can only look back at that cockiness I used to display in my writing.

I feel so old. This cycle is sickening. Again, my quest for negative time will never stop. I shall dream of going back to the wonder years for as long as I can hold on to the fickle promise of comfort.

When I find myself talking like this, talking in blurry pictures, I often wish I were some irritated stranger who has the guts to shake me up and probably land a stinging slap on my face.

Snap out of it.

Reading Veronika Decides to Die isn't much help either. It has only tempted me to dream of burning this house down, this place I dare call my house. Growing up or growing old, whatever you choose, is a sad process. It's like peeling off the candy-coloured wallpaper your eyes have gotten so used to- only to reveal the ugly surface beneath.

Yes, we were all told we were special, but that doesn't amount to much once we begin to peel off our layers.

it's a good thing!

2007-06-13T21:45:00.000+08:00

yay! It's day 3 and I just had my first Martha moment!!! I cooked Pork Curry for the sunrise kids tonight, and they liked it. (Or so I happily assumed. Nyek.)

It's soooo hard to cook for different people, but it's even harder to read serious news. Ha! I just had my first class for journ101, and I can sense hellish career moments ahead! For a once-budding journalist, reading the news is now sooo painful to me.

What happened???!!!! Ugh. And now, I am blasting my brains off reading business newspapers and actually browsing the Reuters website. Talk about total nyek.

In other news, I am still not enrolled. So please, duckpin bowling instructors, accept me in your class tomorrow!!!!! Pleeeeeeaaaaasseeee. Pretty please with extra creamy Pork curry on top.

My Martha Week is scheduled for next week, and I shall be posting the Menu plan soon. Nyek. Hahahaha. This means, I am finally crossing out an item in my Happy List.

xxMimose

live from sunrise land!!!!

2007-06-12T20:48:00.000+08:00

I am scared shitless. Hahahaha. New place, new beds. New everything. But I'm still as scared as ever.

Oh my God, I can't believe this...

I've never been this far away from home..

Nyek. Sabay quote ng Kaiser Chiefs eh.

I miss mutti and vatti and bender!!!!!!!

the list

2007-06-09T16:49:00.000+08:00

In another attempt to find balance in my life and to simply keep myself from going over the brink of sanity, I have created THE LIST.

Well, THE LIST contains a few (a hundred) happy things for me to achieve before I turn 26 (the age that I have assigned to be my official golden age, my wonder year). So with the help of some of my friends and with a lot of time on my hands, I came up with the first part of the list... 37 items for me to accomplish, think about or just roll my eyes at.

1.Go to France with GC Lane for 25th birthday. (the GC Lane connivance!)
2.Send a bouquet of roses to mutti and grandmutti.
3.Treat entire family to movie and dinner.
4.Have a signature scent.
5.Get into ideal weight.
6.Go skinny dipping in another country. (preferrably, after accomplishing number 5!)
7.Tour parents to at least 3 countries. (Korea, France, Germany?)
8.Go on a backpacking trip to Batanes. (anyone up for it? gorgey place!)
9.Cook dinner for flat mates for a week (Paging the sunrise kids: I want my Martha Stewart moment!)
10. Bake a birthday cake for mutti and other special people (another Martha moment)
11.Jog around the UP acad oval
12.Be a game show contestant (and actually win this time!!!!!)
13.Go out for a day wearing a wig (and a phony accent to match..)
14.Send a few kids to school
15.Buy a car and buy another car for vatti
16.Go to an art museum with friends for fun
17.Sing in a public videoke place
18.Graduate! (and with honors)
19.Sing and dance in the rain
20.Host reunion parties for grade school and high school friends. (and say "It's been awhile. I'm so glad you came!" like a hundred times throughout the party)
21.Read the Bible and have one verse that will sum up life philosophy
22.Vote and vote wisely
23.Go to the congress and senate to see how things work in there (a la Gin Pomelo video)
24.Visit the province alone
25.Ice-skate without falling on bottom too much (then, challenge "Mare" to a "skate-off"! Nyek.)
26.Have an article published in a reputable newspaper
27.Go on a food trip/ backpack trip and explore Manila
28.Grow a garden (another Martha moment)
29.Take photos of mutti and vatti together
30.Write a song and record it (or perform it in public)
31.Perform in a stage play or musical
32.Go scuba diving
33.Collect trash underwater while scuba diving
34.Write a message or verse of hope and spread it through creative means (so totally cheesy, just like in the Brian McKnight music video)
35.Makeover someone who needs it (like myself)
36.Treat some kids to the amusement park or to the movies
37.Stop being afraid

I like lists. I like the fact that somehoe they convey some sense of order (which I need badly). This may turn out to be a therapeutic activity, and maybe the bogeyman will stop the midnight tearjerkers. If not, I'll leave this business to Earl Hickey.

xxmimose

i need a hug...

2007-06-02T20:19:00.000+08:00

I recently had a long talk with mutti about things and people that are getting me down and getting on my nerves. Having talks with my mother instantly make me feel better, because she always knows what to say. It's too bad the feeling wears off easily.

The only thing that really hit me was when mutti told me I am like a child.

I guess I am still a child , and I refuse to grow. I have very childish fears and I exhaust myself trying to run away from them.

I need a hug.

I was given one wish , and I wasted it trying to wish for "negative time".

xxmimose

mutti's mutti

2007-06-01T20:29:00.000+08:00

For the entire summer, I signed up to be my grandmother's official 24/7 slave.

Yes, I felt like I had to be the do-gooder of the season. I felt like I had to do a lot of payback, because it would be my only assurance that everything will be okay. Some people were born to take care of others, some only to take care of themselves and still some who can't even look after themselves.

I have been in the last bin, and the second one- I wanted to fit right in the first one. I've been telling myself for years that it's okay to be the spoiled bitch that I am because that's what my parents raised me to be. Of course, I was wrong. Mutti wanted to raise a self-sufficient and responsible citizen, the goody two-shoes. Vatti wanted for himself a kid who can pay her own bills right after college, and preferably one who can buy him the sports car. But generally, they wanted a good kid, and I'm trying to be that because I've seen Mutti do it and the satisfaction she gets, according to her anyway, is the best feeling in the world.

Well, I was going for the "good feeling" , and if I can get the "best one", why not?

And of course, I love my grandmother. She raised me to be her protege. I was her favorite grandchild, her favorite granddaughter. (She made it known to everybody else, and I swear I can feel my cousins secretly hating me before.) I was the daughter of her only daughter among five sons. I just had to be the little Estela.

Now, my grandmother was never the grandmother who had special occasion recipes. She's a bad cook. We cooked rice the same way, emerging with tiny white pebbles on our bowls. She was the original spoiled waray bitch. She was dangerously naughty, and she still is.

When they were young, kids of someone who was somebody in pre-war Samar, they used to play with money and burn them. She used to fart loudly when they were praying the rosary. She sold fake cigars stuffed with dried Papaya leaves, and stuffed bananas down into her whats-its with her friends.

But my grandmother can also be the most loving potty-mouthed grandma you'll ever find.

Do you love your husband?

"Why yes. He was handsome. He had a nice nose and a long dick."

I looooooove my lola.
xxmimose

Enrolment: A Murderous Affair (Part II)

2007-05-28T17:46:00.000+08:00

UP, why are you doing this to meeeee???!!!!

This is the start of the cursed "upperclassman" woes. I don't want to think about June 5 yet. I want to enjoy my remaining days of freedom and sanity, because I don't know what to do.

How does this whole manual enlistment go???!!! Will my life be a living hell? ( I suppose so.) When do I get my form5a/ form 5 and all other forms??

I hate this.

Why????!! Why???!!

When do CMC people get to enrol??!

Letters

2007-05-27T20:30:00.000+08:00

When I feel terribly depressed, I usually write down whatever I'm feeling on any piece of paper. It's an efficient form of release,and I like the thought of being accidentally reminded of my past worries.

Lately, I've been having those late night anxiety attacks again, and just last week I cried myself to sleep. If everything goes down to choosing between fight or flight, then I can say I am most definitely a flight person. I always choose to take the easy way out. But these days, I am reminded that I can't run away from it all forever.

Below is something I wrote at the back of my school planner, dated February 26, 2007. This may seem to be just one of your troubled-teen musings but this one sums up my state of mind right now. I seriously think I need help, but I am still debating (with myself) if this is really serious or just a petty juvenile drama.

There's this certain weariness from the past few days, seemingly filling up the void and channelling a faint spark of zeal. This never-ending cycle of oblivion and warmth, of panic and comfort, gives me something to look forward to, but the regrets keep coming back. There is the knowing that one must learn to face the consequences of the following days, but the promise of childhood whimsies- turning back time- proves to be more appealing.

Hours spent in prayers, days wasted in wishful thinking. Is it all for the better? Is it all for the truth? They have torn you apart , and you have triumphed over your own fragments. Now comes the time to embrace your enemies, to let go and let grow, but as always, your heart aches for home.

Learn how to sting.

Learn how to fucking sting.

I really want to know if something's wrong with me, and to some extent I am wishing that something's wrong with me- at least that would give me an excuse to feel this way. I feel like I'm being surrounded by people I can't trust. That's why I chose to stay at home the entire summer, and if I had my choice, I would want to stay home forever.

I can't bear the thought of having to be with people who hate me, with people who are dishonest. This is driving me crazy. I've been dying to talk about this to my mother but I just can't get myself to talk of something specific. I know understands, but do I?

xxmimose

let's get physical!!!!

2007-05-19T18:22:00.000+08:00

In the spirit of fitness and guilt, my best-friends-since-diaper-days Julie and Joy (a.k.a. the Alonzo sisters) went with me last week to sign up for yet another meaningful and tiring activity - gym whoring!!!!!!

Every summer, our mothers usually connived to enrol us in whatever embarrassing activity they had in mind such as piano lessons, swimming lessons, badminton lessons, and finally, hardcore muay thai lessons.

This summer's different. We decided for ourselves that we actually want to go to the gym to get into shape. Sure, round's a shape but we could all do better. The best thing about my girls is that Julie's already lost a lot of weight and Joy's really skinny eversince but they wholeheartedly signed up to make me feel less of a loser. Hahahahahaha.

The big thing about this gym whoring is that we're really into it. We've been going for 6 days a week, and we even took it to the next level by signing up for Aerobics class!!!! Whoooo!!!! That's old school gym whoring at its cheesiest- minus the tacky spandex outfits, thank goodness.

I can say it's really fun. We had this female instructor who always comes to class in shorter-than-anything-possible short shorts. Well, she's got the goods anyway, so why not show them off?

Nothing beats doing leg curls to re-mixed versions of Whitney Houston classics!

Try it. You know you want to.

Hahahahahaha.

Stay sexy.
xxmimose

not my cup of rice

2007-05-14T22:05:00.000+08:00

I think it was two years ago when I was asked to write an essay for a UNESCO-sponsored gig which had "Rice is Life" for its theme. Normally, I would have been more than happy to try my luck at changing the world and using whatever writing skill I had to spread a positive message, but at that time I just said no.

Gaaaah. What was I thinking???!!! Well, it's not like I was being such a "literary" primadonna, after all, I have previously agreed to write a piece on Statistics and Agriculture. It's just that I was too busy at that time, and to be honest, I never liked rice.

I know, I know. What a shame to be born and raised on this side of the planet and never really learning to appreciate rice, and for the most part- just learn how to cook it. My grandfather in le province will surely rip my head off if he knows about this. You know how our folks are. They're always about being proud and appreciative of your roots and all - just because he's made a living out of rice.

Well, rice is life - this may be true for a whole LOT of people, but not for me because I don't know how to cook it. I know. This is so silly. I cook. I bake and I've actually done a bit of pastry lesson, but I've never managed to cook a single cup of decent-looking, edible rice.

Mutti says the way to learn is never through the rice cooker, because that's "cheating". Well, whatever I've always had this irrational fear of rice cookers and microwave ovens anyway.

STEP ONE: Measure rice.

Check.

STEP TWO: Wash the rice.

Check. Now that's pretty simple, but why? And how many times do you wash the rice? One? Two? Three?

STEP THREE: Measure the water (and normally, you'll put it in the rice pot thing).

Now here's the weird part. What the hell is the freakin ratio of rice to water? I've heard it's 1:1, Mutti says 1:1 1/2 and sometimes 1:2. What is this??!! Am I being punk'd???!! And everyone else says it all depends on the variety you're working with. How am I supposed to know all that??!!

STEP FOUR: Cook it.

Now, how long??! In all my attempts, I've come to realize that just like babies, rice isn't a put-on-stove-and-walk-away kind of thing. (Not that you'd out a baby on a stove, but well...) It's just that I always, always, always forget to check on the rice or turn the heat down or turn the stove off and wander away until smoke comes out of the kitchen (perhaps due to a genetic mutation??).

So everything results into a unrecognizable mush which is 1 part charcoal and 1 part wet, slushy rice on top.

Gaaaah. Why can't we just have bread in this house???!!!!!

rice=more gym hours
xxmimose

i love my mutti!

2007-05-13T21:25:00.000+08:00

it's mutti's day! woohoot! and in the tradition of generosity and some odd presents, i gave my mutti a REtroSPECT CD cos she's been talking about how she loves them (though they seem pretty weird for mutti who was once a Black Sabbath fan).

when i grow up, i want to be just like my own mutti. she has a great sense of fashion, great sense of humor and good sense altogether. she's never been pushy with my endeavors and she's very open-minded.

every other motherly neighbor i know has gone through days of paranoia with their teenage kids. i overheard mutti talking to a neighbor once about the juvenile delinquency and the countless stupid things kids do to look cool.

"My daughter can smoke anything she wants. She'll just have to spend her own money. I will not pay for that kind of -bleep-!"

Hahahahaha. But I know she'll slit my throat even if i buy "stuff" with my own money.

It must be so hard to be a mutti, especially with a psychotic daughter like me. It is a miracle the way most mothers can see every bit of potential and beauty within their children.

For example, Mrs.Neighbourly-Snot (who is a fattie) has a daughter (who is also a fattie). I was out with Mutti one time and M.N-S came up to her and literally exclaimed, "Oh my gawd! What happened to your daughter???!! Why did you let her get this big???!!!"

I could not believe she actually said that to my mother, and I was there t hear it!!! I badly wanted to see her get attacked by a grizzly bear.

But of course, Mutti was always sane and just smiled, "It's okay. It's the summer vacation anyway."

I felt betrayed. It's a good thing to be decent for most times but this one called for massive Jerry Springer action!!! That Neighbourly-Snot!!!

But, alas! Out of nowhere comes Mrs. Neighbourly Snot's daughter and she was thrice my size!!!!!! (to think that she's younger...) It was supposedly a Ha-Ha moment for me, but I thought every daughter looks like a pin-up girl in the eyes of her mom.

You see, every fattie needs another fattie to realize she isn't the only one in the world. I could have gone snotier with Mrs. Neighbourly-Snot but I know later on I'd think that my future daughter will be the Queen of the Universe.

Now, what was that???!?!!

Let me just finish this one.

Dear Mutti,

You are my most favorite Mutti in the world. Thank you for everything that you have done for me. I forgive you for passing on your flat-as-a-pancake feet genes and oily skin genes to me. I also forgive you for all the times you tell me I'm adopted and that someone only left me by your doorstep. In any case, I would still feel equally lucky, blessed, happy and proud to have you as my Mutti.

I want to grow up just like you, minus the grey hairs at age 30. I promise to be a responsible, tax-paying citizen just like you taught me.

I love you Mutti! My first big paycheck shall go to our reconstructive foot surgery!

Hugs!Hugs!
Brooke Shields (yes, that what she calls me)

guess who's sort of back???!!!

2007-05-09T20:13:00.000+08:00

yaaaaayyyy!!!!

first of all, lemme thank everyone (friends and strangers alike) who tried to keep me sane on my hell days. thank you mutti (for the detox whatnot and buying me shoes to make me feel better). thank you karen for trying to tell me i'm not such a fattie. hahaha.

and thanks leslie for the encouragement. grabe. is it true that there are people out there who look up to me? grabe, kids! you are ruining your chances to a bright future. hahaha.

i'm still stuck in a rut. i went shopping last week to chase away the weight loss blues, and i realized it's not the smartest idea. see, i just got reminded of my "battle with the bulge" (grabe. that's how cheesy as it can sound!) when i was looking around for jeans. to begin with, i've always had the fatal big hips and big butt combo. in short, i have the body that only a brother can love. well, i'm not sure, but yall know they like their women thick in da hood.

okay, what was that??!!! hahahahaha.

let me go on with the deal about the combo. there i was looking around for jeans and i was asking the clerk if they had this particular style in my size. the clerk goes all sad and told me they only had mid-waist jeans in my size.

what the sammilbee am i supposed to do with mid-waist jeans???! for those who don't know, they are the kind of jeans which are a few stitches away from being mom jeans. i almost hit the clerk with my hand bag, but since i am a nice person i just looked for other jeans.

most of the styles on display were size 2. who the hell, well aside from fido dido, can wear size 2 jeans. sure, a lot of hollywood stars wear size 2 or 0 - just ask the Olsen twins. but hey, real women have freaking curves.

haaay, well i've lost 5 pounds which is great. reaaally great. i'm not dying to be thin cos i know i can't do that and my allowance can't buy me drugs (yet). hahahaha. so i'm sticking to my silly pilates routine with the stretchy bands. the workout's fun cos i get to pretend like i'm a ninja turtle.

the downside is that i still look fat. like, helllooooo??!! i am fat. hahaha. the people who were at karen's party can attest to that. but i'm feeling pretty good right now and being less mopey. hurray!

wait till i fit in those jeans, you you you clerk with the awful too-thick foundation!!!
xxmimose

hiatus

2007-04-26T22:36:00.000+08:00

i am so depressed, mainly because of my weight issues once again. i've decided to go on a blog leave because people don't really care right now and i'm too stuffy to write anything insightful or positive.

haaaay... this is a big cliche but of course i want to be a better person in all aspects of my being. i feel terrible right now. i look like a cow. (although, a cow would look waaaaay cuter.) i just simply want to disappear for the rest of the summer until i get my life fixed.

damn detox. sure, it purges all the "bad stuff" out of your system but it also causes you to balloon afterwards. yeah, yeah. what a lame excuse.

karen dear, it is out of pure love and sisterhood that i have wholeheartedly agreed to host your party on the 5th, even though i look like a mini goodyear blimp right now.

i look so fucking terrible. grabe. i hope this isn't turning into a psychological disorder. gaaah, who would ever want to be friends with a fat wacko.

pray for me. i don't ever want to turn into the cat lady.

the love of my life

2007-04-06T19:35:00.000+08:00

it's perfectly okay to be single as long as you have a very, very, very huggable and adorable dog who eats all kinds of vegetables except Baguio beans just like its owner.

Ahhhh... I will be on vacation for a few days. I shall be leaving you with a picture of the world's most huggable big dog, Bender.

stay happy dears.
xx Mimose

cheap thrills

2007-04-06T15:02:00.000+08:00

I have never been knonwn as the most frugal person, but I do love buying on sale. Whenever I see something that's surprisingly affordable- I grab it, whether I need it or not. In most cases, I end up buying waaaaay too much of these "cheap" items that I go home nearly broke.. Aaaaahhh... So much for savings, these are the things that make me happy.

Heavenly Beauty Goatmilk Lotion

Everyone knows that I am such a big fan of lotion. Sure, I go for the expensive ones too, the ones recommended by the dermatologists, but you leave the spending to your mom. When you're low on cash and feeling a bit scaly, go for the net best buy. This one's really creamy and doesn't feel greasy at all. It feels quite refreshing to the skin just after a bath. Plus, who would say no to promises of Heavenly Beauty, right? (They should be paying me for this!) Php50.00 for 125ml

Paganini Brush

Aside from being a lotion freak, I am also a hair care freak. My hair's been straight, wavy, curly, and straight again. It has been chopped to every length and shape imaginable. I love changing hairstyles and what I love more is scourging beauty stores for haircare products. When I had curly hair, I did not bother to brush my hair for almost a year. Now that my hair's straight again, this Paganini Hairbrush helps me create that sleek, frizz-free look. Nah, I'm just messing with you. The real reason why I bought this is because it's only Php 89.75! What a steal!

Wait, my blog's beginning to sound very much like a teen magazine. Hahahaha. But, hey! This is more realistic or so I think.

When you flip through those magazines, you read titles like "Best Fashion Buys", "Designer Duds on A Budget" or "Look Glam Without Getting Broke". Yeah right. You'll probably go like, "OMG! I can't believe this adorable top is only Php8,000!!!!"

(I swear I saw that in a magazine. The original price was around Php11,000)

Oh well,I guess it all comes down to our definition of "cheap thrills". To me, these are things or activities that cost little to provide us with that priceless joie de vivre.

It's like getting lost in Baclaran with Anjo and discovering a wonderful sari-sari store staple. Nope. It's not Boy Bawang. It's these pseudo-green peas, pseudo-corn bits interestingly called Karaoke (or is it Videoke?) They only cost Php10 for a pack of twelve. That's a real bargain!

Cheap thrills run aplenty in the Diliman Republic, consisting mostly of interesting foodstuff (which Jai and I call "mini-laps", short for mini lafang).

Ate Beth's Hot Monay and Special Empanada are all-time favorites, both for only 10 pesos each. Cheese Corn is also a staple mini-laps item, only 10 pesos too. For the sweet tooth, 10 pesos will definitely go a long way for your blood sugar with ice cream (that comes in the cutest colors and flavors), sticky and sugary bananacue and turon (which they surprisingly serve on stick).

Don't think they serve all junk here! For the health food freaks, we have Taho and Lumpia (filled with veggie goodness allright) and yeah, they are 10 pesos ONLY.

They say the best things in life are free. I say the next best things are just 10 pesos. The next, next best things, might set you back for a mere Php 89.75.

Enjoy life to the fullest, darlings! (Even with a tight budget...)

Economy and Quality :)

xxMimose

how to save a life

2007-04-02T10:28:00.000+08:00

i am ALMOST done with the art stud paper!!! whooohoooo!!!

before that, let me just port some lyrics of a song i've been listening to recently. it's by The Fray. I'm not sure if I really like the song, but the lyrics just HIT ME SO HARD. This could have been entitled "James and Her Failed Relationships."

NYEK.

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

lalalalalalala.... i will finish you, artstud project, you!!!!!!

xxmimose

groupmates from hell!!!!

2007-04-01T14:33:00.000+08:00

i really don't like working in a group, especially when the people you're with don't share the same amount of dedication that you have for a certain project. i hate it even more when people decide to turn into megabitches when it's cruch time.

take my art studies group for example. I am left with 26 hours to produce a written output and a CD of a tour plan about death and burial practices in the Philippines. We divided the work among ourselves "equally" with 5 members. I was given the task of researching on coffin makers in manila. and since i missed the actual tour yesterday, i volunteered to compile everything and burn the CD, out of the goodness of my heart just to show them that I am a team player and I don't just bum around.

WRONG MOVE!!!!!

Of course, some of them took advantage of this and declared their own summer holidays already. Only three people have sent their parts to me and almost all are incomplete.

I texted Megabitch1. "hey, thanks for sending your part early but it's in the wrong format and it's incomplete. send me the maps and list of resource persons asap."

Megabitch1 replied, "sorry, i'm our of town. just text our other groupmates. besides, i did ALL the reporting last time."

I swear she put the word "ALL" in big,fat capital letters. Since it was just ten in the morning, I decided not to call her up and yell obscenities. What the sammilbee was she talking about???!!! She might have done "ALL" of the verbal reporting, but guess who gave the contents of the said report??!!! By the way, she was the same bitchy person who told me to plan the tour ahead cos she doesn't want to waste gas again. Yeah,ooh cos she drives a nice car.

What the fuck??! A final project will and shall require a person to lose something - be it time, brain cells, money and yes, you megabitch1, GAS!!!!

Don't worry, after all this I can give you some of your gas back, Just tell me if you want me to put it in your car or pour it on your head.

Then megabitch2 texted and told me that I would have to wait until lunchtime tomorrow cos she wasn't done with her part yet. How the hell does she expect me to produce a CD in an instant without her part of the report??!

I told her, I could just send her all of our parts, compiled, edited and formatted. She'll just have to insert her part and burn the CD herself.

You know what megabitch2 just told me??!!

"No way! I'm in Laguna right now. I can't go all the way to UP tomorrow just to pass that."

I can't believe you just told me that, you megabitch2,you!!!!!
You know what, I live in Cavite and I will go to school tomorrow to pass "our" FINAL PROJECT.

How can some people be all inconsiderate in such a blunt manner??!! She could have told me she was sick or someone in the family is ill or she lost their home in a fire or suddenly a civil war broke out in Laguna, and I would lovingly tell her that it's okay. But to tell me "No way!", this is ultimate proof for being the groupmate from hell. She will not do it just because she won't.

Why do I do this to myself? Why do I always come to the rescue??!! Well, I can't afford to have low grades. And don't fucking tell me you really don't have time for this because this isn't your major.

I hope we won't be groupmates ever. And I am seriously hoping that UP professors will stop giving out groupworks, because seriously, I am not learning anything from them. You expect us to learn teamwork and cooperation and all that crap but it's not happening.

Note to self, if possible: go solo!
Or, clearly inform partners/groupmates that you are positively capable of leaving permanent scars on their happy faces.

Grrrr!!! I will hunt you down!!!!

better to go solo

2007-04-01T10:20:00.000+08:00

sometimes (if not most of the time), it's really better to go solo. nw, this is applicable to both matters of life and love. specifically, this is applicable when dealing with roommates and finding new apartments and yes, when dealing with groupmates from hell.

ewan.

maybe i'm just extra grouchy today because of the hangover. (will be blogging about the mega-woship event later. note to ptosh: will be talking about "sane" moments only.) nakakaasar talaga!

i've been asking people around for the past month about coffin makers, but nobody's responding. i hate that. i'm the kind of person who always at least says something when someone asks me a favor.

you can at least tell me you don't have any idea. i just hate it when people don't respond at all.

aaaaaaaggghhhh!!!!

today is sunday. 10:37 AM.
by tomorrow, monday 4:00 PM i should be passing my (our) final requirement for art studies. now, it's just because i don't want to waste my 1.10 pre-final grade that i'm doing this right now. this is martyrdom,people.

busy day ahead

2007-03-30T10:43:00.000+08:00

Today is the day of the much-awaited worship event!!! Yeaaaaahhh!!! There is a change of venue,however. It will be at Justin's condo later around 5.

I can't believe I'm still at home. I'm supposed to be at school, passing my final requirement for Comm100 (which is a scrapbook that I have successfully crammed last night!). I still have to contact a coffin-maker for the last time. Make reservations for our (Treisha and moi) new apartment. Prepare for the partaaaay. Get wasted. And head off to the art studies tour on saturday.

I am sooo going down.

Sorry dears for yet another "dear-diary-today-i-ate-spaghetti" post.
(By the way, I had coffee and Butter Pound Cake for breakfast. Mutti's baking like crazy these days. Nagpapaka-Martha Stewart si Mudrabelles!)

vroooom-vrooooom! I should stop downloading songs!!!!!
xxmimose

muzaaaaakk...

2007-03-26T19:40:00.000+08:00

shet...

i was downloading songs into my ipod then i heard the most orgasmic song i've ever heard from incubus. i've been listening to incubus since 1st year high school but i stopped being such a fan girl when i missed their manila concert some years ago...

anyhoo, i heard their live cover of lionel ritchie's "hello" and i almost peed in my pants..hahahaha.. i swear, brandon boyd almost sounded like...like...like..

aaahhh...

"hello.. is it me you're looking for?"

shet...

very freaky but very sexy indeed.

hahahaha..
all the way,
xxmimose

is mah birthdaaaay...

2007-03-26T16:34:00.000+08:00

Happy birthday to me!!!!!!

Yay! The gods of technology have finally granted me more shiny gadgets and unlimited wifi access!!! Ahlaveeeeet!!!

Goodness... Am I turning into a techie???!!!! Nooooo...

In other birthday related news.. I'm calling out to all my friends...

Yay! If you're my friend, you know where it's at... Naks. Carlo's condo. Friday night-ish. Get ready to get wasted...big time.

loves it..

xxmimose

misery...

2007-03-20T22:46:00.000+08:00

Dial up is so not fab!

Nakaasar! I'm not sure if this is the universal message you get when you can't connect to the internet, but if you're using PLDT and the connection's really messed up, this is what you hear...

"Sorry, all circuits are busy now. Please try your call later."

Shut up beeeeeyotch!!!!!

I am having a problem with whoever is on the other line because for one, she says her spiel in this flat, a bit sing-song-y voice and she doesn't even sound like she's really sorry!

Then, there's this really annoying uncomfortable pause between the words "sorry" and "all". It's as if she was still thinking of some lame excuse for the bad connection.

And just what the sammilbee do these PLDT people mean when they tell us "to try our call later"? Just what is their concept of "later"?!!! Do they mean five minutes later or three months later??

Aaaaaaaaagghhhh!!!!

The voice recording is so not working for me, especially right now that I'm stuck with the pre-birthday blues. I am feeling so bad about myself right now with all the skin problems and weight issues and acads cramming and bad spending habits and yes, my failed relationships! Hahahaha.

Shet.

I got so sick of the voice recording that I began to imagine it was some other girl (okaaay, I mean the girl that my ex is dating right now) and she was saying this...

"Sorry, he's really busy now. Please try your call later, you psycho beeyotch from hell. Well, you really messed it up."

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!!!!

So I started screaming in front of my laptop...

"Dont *bleeping* tell me you're sorry! Stop saying you're sorry or else I'm gonna stab you in the neck seventeen times and bang your head on the cold tiled floor. AAAAAGGGGGHHH!!!!"

And then, it worked!!

Yay! Yes, dears, that is how you improve your internet connection!

okay, i'll play it fair.

xxmimose

i'm so vain...

2007-03-18T15:00:00.000+08:00

a hectic week's coming up, and i just got crushed last thursday with our comprehensive exam in polsci. this is all joma sison's fault!!!! aaaaaagghhh!!!! goodbye chances of getting an uno!!! :'(

i am so busy. i really want to blog about so many things (and people) but i don't have much time in my hands these days. i'll just leave you with these proofs of vanity.

BEFORE

AFTER

Yay! I got a pre-birthday haircut!!! i love it! though i promised my CW10 prof last sem that i would never have my hair straightened again. Well, it was a much-needed change anyway. June (the new stylist) said that I should try looking my age. Nakakaloka lang cos I was looking for Mads (the old stylist) at the salon and he was nowhere to be found! Turns out he ran off with his boyfriend.

Ahh.. True love, and the stupid things it can make you do...

In other news, my dear neighbor and almost cousin Ate Jacq gave me Perk-Perk Shorts!!!!! Hahahahahaha!!! It is currently the tiniest piece of clothing I own. It wasn't so bad on me. Hahahaha! And that's coming from me ha! I just need to work the booty more!

Tata!

Kisses from the almost birthday girl,

xxmimose

i gotta work it!

2007-03-11T15:11:00.000+08:00

haaay naku! it's this time of the year that i am harshly reminded that i am too fat. gaaaaah!!!! pano ba naman, eh they're beginning to show ads of happy barkadas frolicking on the beach and wearing ridiculously tiny bikinis.

and so, out of frustration, i decided to go to the place i dread the most...

not the dentist's

not church

but the gym!!!!

i swear i almost died! and what is up with all these gym freaks! last time i went (late 2005, i guess) , i had fellow fatties for support. but nooooo!!! yesterday, the gym was filled with the really buff guys and these reed thin girls.

what is up with such??!!

it's really freaky. the other girls were all like, "geeze, i ate a whole cracker yesterday. i am such a pig!" naturally, an equally skinny girl will butt in and say, "shut up. i'm the pig. look at my thighs, they're like logs."

(note: her thighs were approximately the size of a rolling pin.)

yeaaaah, and there i was the goodyear blimp desperately trying to look good at capoiera. hahahaha. this is all because Lowell and I were pretending to do capoiera at the LRT2 katips station the other night, after the Jackie abduction/ 18th bday supplies!!!

shet. humanda kayong lahat when i finally lose weight!!! in the mean time, let me enjoy my chocnut.

xxmimose

wanted: kumikitang kabuhayan!!!

2007-03-07T18:46:00.000+08:00

I hate this feeling. I am so broke. The rents confiscated my atm card and other cards granting me purchasing power. This is all because I lent 7k to a friend. I know it's a stupid thing to do, but hey, I thought charity's a virtue. (So far, only 1,300 pesos came back.)

I can't live like this forever. I like buying things. Retail therapy makes every woman happy, right? The problem with me is that I like buying clothes and other silly stuff like Hot Monay, earrings, yoga books, fashion illustration booksnand yes, lotion!!!!

I love lotion!!! I don't see anything wrong with loving your skin and lavishly applying moisturizer. My friends, especially my guy friends, find this weird and funny. Does this mean they don't put on lotion???!!! (or body butter? or oils? or body souffle?)

My God!!!!! This is not about vanity,people! This is about us acting like the civilized people that we are and moisturizing our skin!!! How can you (who dare call yourselves my friends, hahahaha) go on about your daily exploits with dry scaly-falling-apart skin??!

Enough of that.

See,because of all my uncontrollable and unreasonable spending, I am broke. Okaaaay. Not really broke, but without the purchasing power to acquire things that prove to be useful to my life- i.e. books, a new schoolbag for lugging around my laptop, gym membership (Ha!)and more lotion.

Pleeeaaaase. Give me a racket!!!! I'm willing to do anything legal that involves no sewing, no balloons, minimal nudity and absolutely no mathematical skills. In short, err I don't know. Maybe I can tutor your kids and stuff or maybe not.

Gaaaaah! I am so useless and unemployed. I did proofreading for someone recently. It was a thesis paper on robotics! Hahahaha... It was funny, considering the fact that I came from a science high school and yet I do not know anything about robotics. As for the technical "content" of the paper, I have nothing to say. But, man!!! The grammar!!!! The syntax!!! The everything!!! I know it's not very nice to talk about my "client" (hahahahaha) but that paper gave me a week's worth of headaches. I wanted to cry and just whip up a totally different paper about "The Importance of Hello Kitty".

On the bright side, I earned enough to buy my mom 20 potted plants. (You know those "Euphoria" thingies?) Awwww... :)

will.work.for.money.and.hot.guys.
xxmimose

"Home" Alone

2007-03-06T17:58:00.000+08:00

Things have gone beyond loneliness in this "house". Dammit. I am so alone.

Yes, darlings. You got that right. Treisha's in Makati right now, celebrating her mom's birthday while I am here in this apartment (already nothing short of becoming a vaccuum) ironically located along "Masigla" Street. Yay!!!!

Boohoo.

Just before getting into college, I was so giddy about the idea of living in another place, being away from adults and chaperones, and finding ways to survive alone. Just like any other kid who grew up surrounded by overprotective parents (not to mention ultra-paranoid grandparents), I've always had this romanticized concept of living independently.

I was always excited about living in an apartment alone, or with a couple of friends. Coming home to a pretty empty house and dumping a paper bag full of groceries onto a kitchen counter. For most of my life, I've never really needed keys- that's why I was so jumpy about fumbling around my pocket for those noisy metal objects. Haaay! Smells like teen spirit... Hahahaha...

My idea of independence was this: Standing at the door, grocery bags in hand, keys nowhere to be found and feeling the urgent need to pee.

Lovely.

I guess I have to blame it all on watching "Lost in Translation". Scarlett Johansson sure made it look fun (and sexy) to be bumming around in an apartment, alone and just in your undies and socks.

That's what you call the beauty of urban loneliness, darlings!

Right now, there is nothing beautiful or poetic about my stay alone in this apartment. The faucet is leaking, and I can hear the droplets echo their eerie rhythm. I am half-expecting a deranged killer to pounce at my door right now. This place is giving me the creeps. I should stop listening to my Maksim CD because it is the kind of music that they play in gore films when the killer's already on his way--

AAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!

I need you!!!!

2007-03-05T19:50:00.000+08:00

to anyone living near the DANGUA area:

Do you know any COFFIN-MAKERS out there? If so, would you be such a darling and give me the address and contact number of le coffin maker??!!!!

Pleaaaase.

Don't ask. Nobody's dead...yet. :)

And I need a coffin-maker not a funeraria. Pleaaase. I need the number ASAP.

Again, all coffin-makers near the Dangua area or at least in the city of Manila: I NEED YOU!!!!!

And while you're at it, maybe you can hook me up with a Tombstone-maker as well.

There. Pleeeeaaaaase. I need numbers by Tuesday afternoon. Thank you, darlings! Those who can give me info will receive err, a small gift.

xxmimose

so not fab!

2007-03-04T17:35:00.000+08:00

gaaaaah!!! it's too late, but hey at least i finally realized that i gained weight again. fuck thaaaaat. right now, i am fat and pimply and ugly and single (to my mom's dismay).

shit na so fucking malagkit.

therefore, it is better for me to postpone OPERATION: PLANNER to make time for OPERATION: FABULOSITY! i must lose weight!!!! Gaaaah!!!

But eating is waaaaay funner than slaving over the treadmill! Nooooo! What must I do? I had a talk recently with Jan, and I swore that I'll lose weight the natural, legal and clean way. Meaning: I'm gonna workout?

Fuck that. You know what gets me down, and what made me realize again that I am un-fab? There's this girl from my ge class, who's like twice as big as I am. (No kidding. I am not saying this to make me feel better. It's true!!!!) And everytime, she would saunter into the room wearing either a tube top or a backless top and...

drumroll please....

PERK-PERK SHORTS!!!!!!

What the Sammilbee??!!!

Everyone's wearing the damned thing- everyone! Even fatties! But not me!!!! See, I really have no intentions of wearing perk-perk shorts, but here's this one girl (waaay bigger than moi) who makes me look so bad as if everyone can really wear perkies.

Haay. Will not drink cokes anymore. When I finally lose weight, prepare to meet your doom- which comes in the form of one crazy bitch wearing perkperkperk shorts, or even skinnyjohns for that matter! I don't care if they're not uso by then. i just want to seek revenge.

die skinny bitches,die!
or die, skinny jeans, die!
or die, perkyperkperkperk, die!
xxmimose

ayayayay!!!

2007-03-04T10:06:00.000+08:00

i am not known to be a vey organized person. i am such a scatterbrain, and i used to rely so much on my handy-dandy planner during my first sem. but,alas! i lost my planner before the start of the second sem which explains all the chaos going on right now.

arrrghhh! i actually don't find having a planner very efficient, but i always feel secure having one with me. it's like having an affirmation like- yes,dear. your life indeed has direction.

hay nako! it sure sucks to lose your planner in the middle of the year. lately, i've been writing down my schedules and appointments at the back of chocnut wrappers. so much for professionalism.

that's why i am now launching my OPERATION: PLANNER. wala lang. i am bored and being silly and i am making my own planner. Sige, you'll see. Dammmnnn yewwwww, starbucks planner!!!

Jackie's birthday is on the 9th. Mine is on the 26th. Bring gifts!

will.blog.more.sense.later.
xxmimose

it's the most wonderful time of the year!!!

2007-03-02T23:54:00.000+08:00

darlings! i missed you all! it is now my birthday month and i can smell the fabulosity in the air! don't forget to greet me on my birthday,okay? i will be out to hunt you dowwwwn.

i've been talking like i'm drunk since thursday afternoon and it's freaking me out. must be because of all the salty food i've been hoarding lately.

Ate Beth's empanada is diviiiiiine. (She's located at the AS right wing entrance.)

Siomai is love. (It's a toss between the FA siomai and the CMC siomai.)

Lastly, Philcoa carinderia is the place to be. They have the best goto. For those of you who don't know what goto is, errr too bad.

But, alas! i still sound drunk. i just came home from an impromptu bonding at sunrise land (the other place to be), and spent the whole evening talking dirty to everyone. Hahahahahay...

Will. blog.with.more.sense.tomorrah.

fab all the way!

xxmimose

salvation is here!

2007-02-25T22:17:00.000+08:00

i just came home from church, and i'm so happy that i didn't make it to the morning mass, if so-- i wouldn't have met the hottest priest ever.

hahahahahaha.

grabeeeeee. i am so sinful!!! well, what can i do?! he's was really cute beyond words, and he looked so perfect in that pristine, white habit. sigh. why does the universe conspire all the time to make me fall for gay men? or graduating students? or priests?

Haaay... it was so funny. right after the mass, all the women in the church stormed towards the altar to um, make mano. it was like a Sam Milby meet-and-greet!

I was with my mom and her friends and my good friend Julie. We were all thinking the same thing. When Father hottie said, "God bless you po!" We all just wanted to melt and say, "aMEN!"

Hahahahahaha...

God save my sinful soul!
Hay, paging boylechs! Single, heterosexual boylechs who are not into priesthood! i am so tired of these "illegal" careers!

lalalalove...
xxMimose

2007-02-24T10:24:00.000+08:00

i went back to MaSci last wednesday cos they were hosting DZMM's "Konsyumer Atbp." 2nd Anniversary special, and yes, since I am part of the DTI Youth Advocacy Club, I was there to support and be interviewed. (Naks!) Hahaha...

Anyhoo, I was glad I went. I missed MaSci terribly. Grabe, and when the chorale performed, I felt like a proud parent! Hahahaha... I had gooseebumps all over. And it was fun seeing all these kids, remembering I was once in their uniforms. Somehow, I felt like a celeb when kids I didn't know were coming up to me just to say hi and ask me if I know them. Which now leads me to think that I must be a nice person after all, or at least, I look the part.

Yeaaaah, and it was so much fun hanging out with all the other MaSci kids who were close to me in my senior year... Thanks to Ralph and Karen for showing me around! Thanks to my adopted son, Danikko for making chismis with me for three straight hours! Thanks to Abychu, who was still warm and nice to me though she was busy being the event's photographer. Thanks to Esther (a.k.a. Keso) and Arvi for more chismis! Thanks to Rachelle and Jan! Thanks to Jonas for confessing all the drama and for apologizing to me (being the "stage girlfriend" that I am!) Hahahahaha... Yeah, and thanks to Jarold for showing up and being nice as hell though he was stuffed with acads galore!

There... It just sucks that all these kids had all the fun we didn't have - i.e. legitimate use of the basketball court/s, renovated washrooms, family day and the intrams! Just the same, I am proud of all these kids (though we 06ers were such tough critics of batch 07) cos they all seem to be nice. There you go! Hahahaha...

I guess, I won't be missing much of these kids cos I'm sure most of them will be hanging out at the AS lobby soon.

And now for the FAQ's...

1.Who is "sir"?
Er, he's someone from my young days. Hahahaha. Meaning aorund three years ago. Just someone. Dammit. I couldn't believe he's hotter now, so yes there are regrets. Hahaha.

2. Just how tall is Boogie Pineda right now??
He's taller than Janica and Yssa already and almost as tall as I am! Aaaaaacckk!!!!

fun,fun all the way!
xxmimose

i don't care about romance...

2007-02-20T19:38:00.000+08:00

Sing!
i don't give a shit about romance...
i just wanna, i just wanna, i just wanna dance.
i don't give a shit about holding hands...
i just wanna, i just wanna, i just wanna dance.
lalalalalalalove...
love is for suckers.
lalalalalalalove...
love is for suckers.

This week is busy,busy and doubly nerdy for me! i have two exams coming up and two reports due this week- ahlavet! and in the spirit of acads galore, may i just brag that i finally received my invitation to the convocation of university scholars. since bragging rights are all i get from it, i gave the invite to the 'rents to make them rethink the whole deal about confiscating my atm card. hahahaha.

i'm in cavite right now, and no matter how shitty things get-- there is still no place like your homey home. the apartment that treisha and i share is no more than a cardboard box with a toilet and windows. it's so fucking empty, it's not even a real house. the echo of my footsteps drive me crazy.

haay. that's why after a sisig pig-out at ihaw1, treisha and i finally decided to clean the apartment. the last time we did, anne was still with us. it was crazy! we gathered enough dust to build a dust(?)castle. fuck it. i can't wait to move to sunrise. (ees: tell me we can move this summer! pleeeeaaasseee!!!!)

hey fab crew! when we're all done with our exams and other shit, let's worship again, okay??!!! since i missed fab night, i'll make up for that in another worship night!!!

i really should be working on my reports right now. gaaah!!! and since, Boogie is my favorite friend of the moment, i'll leave you with his picture...

Aaaah, Boogie Pineda living the fab life. I love this kid. Hahahaha.

lalalalalalalove is for suckers,
xxmimose

i'm going craaaayzaaayyy....

2007-02-18T19:21:00.000+08:00

Lately, everyone seems to be fussing about my lovelife- or the lack thereof. When I arrived home last Friday night (yeah, I missed Fab night cos I was so freaking grounded!!!), Mutti went straight on with an interrogation.

Mutti:How was your Valentine's?
Me: Uh... okaayy.
Mutti: Good.

after two minutes...
Mutti: Tell me honestly, what did you do last Wednesday?
Me: Er, nothing really. Just attended a lecture and watched a volleyball game.
Mutti: Who was with you?
Me: A female friend. This is weird.
Mutti: How about your boyfriend?
Me: I don't have a boyfriend.
Mutti: What about (mentions name of male friend)?
Me: Ew. We're not even close.
Mutti: His mom told me you were dating.
Me: I don't even know his mom!!!

(Enter Vatti, the king of interrupting and making sawsaw in conversations.)
Vatti: Yeah, I thought you had a boyfriend.
Me: I don't.
Vatti: How about (mentions someone)?
Me: We're not together anymore.
Vatti: Really?!?!!!
Mutti: Gosh,dear. We're sorry about that. Kaya pala you don't have roses.

(How effing chismoso are my parents!)

Vatti: I thought he was a good guy... tsk,tsk...

Shet na effing malagkit! I am so not the Queen of Moving On. That was like two fucking years ago, and no one seems to get over it. This is the best part though.

Vatti: Anak, you should just lose some weight.
Mutti: Oo nga!
Vatti: Teka lang, do we have the number of so-and-so's son?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! My parents are so twisted. Just when everyone else's parents make such a big fuss about their kids dating, mine are almost pushing me to move out of the house and marry!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

In other news, I'm so fucking sad that I missed Fab Night!!!! Daaaaaammn. In other, other news, Who's free on Wednesday Night? I need a sane movie date!!!! It's 5-7 PM at the FC. Pleeeeaaase, anyone? I already bought two tickets. I just need someone to go with me. The movie is Metropolis. It's a silent movie and I think a string quartet will be playing live throughout the whole movie. It's gonna be fab! Plus, it's free! So text me up!

Lalalalove,
xxMimose

post-valentine post mortem

2007-02-17T10:10:00.000+08:00

I can't believe that I'm 16 years old when nothing cheesy or cute happens in my life. I feel so old, especially everytime I'm reminded that I'm single. I am happy about being single, but somehow all the universe connives to constantly push me into believing that there is something very miserable about being this young and single, especially when you're waiting for a cab along Katipunan.

It was Valentine's Day. I was waiting for a cab after watching a volleyball game (definitely not romantic) at the Blue Eagle Gym, when I saw the one person I hope never exists especially on Valentine's- let's call him "Sir".

For convenience, I shall be called "Ma'am". Here goes... (Cue: Temple of the King)

Sir: Hey! How are you? Happy Valentine's!
(Cue: Finally, a cab!)
Ma'am: Hi! Bye! I'm going home.
Sir: I'll go with you.
Le Chauffeur: Where to, Ma'am? Sir?
Ma'am: Home!
Sir: Some street in Quezon City.
Le Chauffeur: Er? Not Gateway? Not Megamall?
Sir: (smile, smile)
Ma'am: NO!
Le Chauffeur: Uh, excuse me, Ma'am. I hope you don't get mad, but I just noticed that your Valentine's seems rather sad and cold.
Sir: (silence)
Ma'am: (more silence and the utmost desire to evaporate)
Le Chauffeur: (full of concern) Uh, Ma'am all the other ladies have flowers and chocolates.
Ma'am: Uh..
Le Chauffeur: Pardon me for asking, but Sir..Ma'am did you just have a fight before Valentine's?

EEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!
Sir: er..
Ma'am: (I'm paying you to drive me home and not to patch up whatever twisted romance I've had in the past.)

Le Chauffeur: Ahhhh... (Finally sensing the uncomfortable silence)
Sir: Uh,bye.
(Sir gets off the cab)

Le Chauffeur: I hope you don't get mad, Ma'am, but sometimes destiny really plays a joke on us. Everything will be fine in due time. (Naks!)

Ma'am: yeaaaahhhh, right.

Le Chauffeur: Is he a player?
Ma'am: What??! Player? Like, did he cheat and stuff?
Le Chauffer: No, Ma'am. Is he a UAAP player? Basketball?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

Ma'am: Ahh... He's actually a football player.
(Ma'am gets off the cab)

(Cue Music: House of the Rising Sun)

That was like the taxi ride from hell. It was so freaky and at the same time so funny. Like what was the deal with "Sir" being a player???!!! Hahahahaha! He should thank me, because now he can add "football player" to his resume. Le Chauffeur is the sickest cab driver I've ever met.

Joe D'Mango, you better watch out!!!!

Remember kids, sometimes destiny really plays a joke on us, but everything will be fine in due time.

Ohlalala Romanza!
xxMimose

a la fin!

2007-02-16T21:02:00.000+08:00

after all the troubles, emotional rollercoaster and what not...
i'm glad i can finally say that i am now a proud samaskomer!

GO 2k6.2! GO SAMASKOM!

I love you, world!

hectic!!!

2007-02-07T10:04:00.000+08:00

come fab week (a.k.a. the week of UP fair), all my stresses will be gone and we'll be back with the good times! hooray! The weather is driving me crazy. It makes my hair go POOF! as in really frizzy and big, which is a clear no-no in hair fashown, unless you are making a statement with an afro.

Ugh. I am loaded with exams, papers and reports, and I am thinking: fun! Yeaaah, that's me- Nerdette. I love this season. I love being exhausted with school stuff while running on just caffeine. Ahhh,the life!

Anyhoo,everyone's (by that I mean, the Fab Lunch Crew) giddy over the fab day preparations. I am zooo excited to see everyone go fashown! The funner part is that we have two new recruits-haha!, namely Paulo Prerog and Janell. Yay!

See you on fab day! And yes, I'll be hosting my victory worship! Be prepared! Hahahaha...

In other news, I have no plans of watching the news again. I'd rather watch cheesy DVDs of koreanovelas. Grabe. What is happening in Philippine Politics??!! It's crazy! I was on the bus and I was able to catch the hearing of the ethics committee.

It's just like Wowowee.

Fabbity fab fab!
xxmimose

au revoir

2007-02-04T19:45:00.000+08:00

Look, the DB’s are finally gone- and we actually feel sad about it. Now, we come “home” to an empty apartment. It’s worse than empty. Sometimes, it feels like being eaten up by the void.

Treisha sneezed, and the echo lasted for more than 20 seconds. We so hated the DB’s, and how they made such a pig sty out of the apartment. I guess I’m sad because their presence somehow reminds me of my own family.

What I would give to hear the toaster jump again in the morning, and to find out that the toast’s for me.

In other news, I've just seen Babel (and yes,it was via pirated DVD) and it was like a mesh-up of Crash, Osama and Lost in Translation - not really because parts of it were shot in Japan, but the over-all feel of those movies were pretty similar.

Just one question, since I watched it via pirated DVD I'm not quite sure if the move really ended in the balcony scene or my copy's just messed up. I just have to say that I am now a Rinko Kikuchi fan. (No, I'm not saying this just because she got naked in the film, I really liked her acting and she's pretty hot when she's out of her Japanese schoolgirl outfit.)

In other, other news, the 2nd Fab Day preparations are underway. Pics to come. All those involved: be fashown!

And back to work!
xxMimose

good times

2007-01-31T19:31:00.000+08:00

i would give anything to get back to our good times. but because i can't, i'll have to make do with the present.

thanks so much to my ptosh friends for keeping me sane. thanks yssa for allowing me to take refuge in your unit. thanks treisha for being the mellow roommate. thanks erielle for pushing me not to be so much of a sissy. thans to carlo for being always level-headed. thanks to anjo for providing the past week's nourishment and for being my constant recording partner. thank you jairus for being my number one e.coli buddy and a trustworthy confidante. thank you karen for being a very good listener. thanks justin for hosting the worship. thank you mark for being present and unbelievably wholesome. thanks janica for being my tambay buddy and for cheering me up. thank you jheric for being optimistic for me. thank you jackie for being so nice despite all the nasty jokes. thank you to zizou for being inspirational all the way from NYC. thanks arnel for dropping by and still calling me queen. thanks abychu for being understanding and thoughtful. thank you jay for being my reluctant supporter. thank you lunch crew. thank you everyone. thank you family- mutti,vatti,tito and bender. thank you, whoever is reading this right now- yes i appreciate everyone and everything they've done for me.

we'll go back to the good times soon. i'm sorry if i forgot to thank you specifically, but hey.. thank you. thank you. you keep me sane and hopeful. this too shall pass.

i miss the good times. who doesn't? i'm so sorry if i've been really crappy lately. good night, and thank you.

you are listening to the sound...of oblivion.

2007-01-24T13:20:00.000+08:00

hanep sa title. tamang emo kunwari.

but hey! i have reason to be emo- i mean death is supposed to be so common, so normal. i really don't want people to feel sorry for me or whatever, but it just kills me when they find out and go, "Oh my... I'm sorry. Everything's gonna be okay."
The worst thing was being ordered to stop crying, to compose myself and do whatever i had to do like clockwork because everything will be okay.

everything's not okay. at least in my universe. it's so easy for you to tell me to stop crying and compose myself because you have no idea how dreary it is to come home and be reminded that you just lost someone.

on the other hand, it feels good to be surrounded by the things and people that can make you forget. i'm usually the one who goes around to ask people at random if they're happy. i don't feel a drop of happiness in my veins. at a time like this, i'd go for comfort - my old happy birthday pillow, a cup of swiss miss and yes, a hug.

why are we all supposed to grow up so fast? everybody tells me that i should start facing the all-too-real harsh realities of life because it's not forever that i'll have chaperones and other people to do things for me. i know. but i just simply thrive on comfort, and now all those things that bring me comfort are -well, nowhere to be found.

this is not what i wanted, not at all. i have lost the eagerness to taste whatever sweet victory lies at the end. i just long for the comfort of my old life.

thank you.

raaaaaaaghhhhhhhhh

2007-01-04T18:00:00.000+08:00

this is coming atcha live from carlo's condo, via anjo's laptop. and yeah, this is the weirdest set up ever, cos it's just carlo and moi... (just to show you that we are okay friends forever na ulit talaga) hahahaha.. i am currently panicking about my dream costume sketch and org what-nots while he's watching Pangako Sa 'Yo... (that's riiighhht!)

Nakakaloka!

This is crazy. Out of depression and a really bad stomach (possibly an E.coli attack??!!) I decided to go with Carlo and chill in his condo. (Thanks Master for the ride!) Nakakaasar lang cos I was expecting to see the Ateneo kids, but apparently they all went to Recto to buy the Princess Hours DVD!!!!

Ay nakuuuuu! I'm so fucking stressed out with the org application, but I have no intentions of quitting, cos all my friends are gonna kill me or force me to wear an all-orange outfit to school at the very least.

Hay naku! I miss family! I miss Bender, my dog! I miss having chaperones... Oo, cos now I realize that I hate not being at home by 8PM. And yes, I am feeling unloved. Ay naku! I'm so sad talaga. Thank God for friends who have unlimited wi-fi access and cool condo unit.

Yun lang.
I wanna go back to grade school.
xxmimose

sour cream pringles for the weary soul

2007-01-01T12:17:00.000+08:00

I'm blogging away and looking for wholesome fun on the internet when Vatti came in and gave me this- a super big can of Pringles sour cream and onion. Ay nako, si Vatti talaga is being the sweet dad lately. I think it's because I'm moving back to the apartment again when classes resume. Eh, I remeber when I first moved into the apartment back in June, he cried.

Hahaha. I love Vatti! Even though I play favorites on my parents (naks! baligtad!), I really love them... cos they spoil me. Hahaha. Well, they don't have a choice anyways.

Those who love me know that anything sour cream and onion-flavored makes me happy and green tea ice cream pa pala (from FIC).

I already have my must-dos for January 2007:
1. eat okra
2. attend a gig with Karen
3. lose weight <- Hahahahahaha.

I have this feeling that I won't be able to do number 3. Unless, I'll go on a strict all-okra diet.

Yeccchh.

Happy New Year!

2007-01-01T10:30:00.000+08:00

yay! look ma, no hangovers!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

super bitin the winter vacation! i can't believe we're going back to school on wednesday (only to feel harassed again with my org app...)!

boo. why am i suddenly emo girl of the moment?! a few days ago i was texting jay (always the emo boy of the moment) and made my usual OA kwento about feeling bummed out with the org app. i was expecting him to comfort me or say something nice at least.

then, jay goes with something like...
"Quit na! You know I don't like groups of people who do things like that."

Ay shit. Just the words of encouragement I needed. I told him I'll make libre if he starts acting like a good friend and give me moral support. Bang, eh! I actually have to bribe him, eh before when he was being his totally normal suicidal emo self I'd talk him back into sanity. (Actually, hindi rin. Hahahaha. There were times that I'd get so pissed off that I'd tell him, "Go kill yourself already.")

Okay. Go,shoot,bang. But all in all, we are ok again. Jay has a new chick. Yes, naman! Gone are the days of suicidal tendencies over past chick! Thank the lord! Hahaha.

So, this is actually my new year post? Um,sige. With matching let's reminisce about friendships galore. I have a pic to go pa!

Ibubuking ko lang- yes, he semi-passed out nung grad ball. Hahahaha. But you got to give it to him, cos he was fashown that night! You can't see the whole outfit, but the top is velvety with matching suede-ish details. Hahahaha.

And because we are friends, he went to my sweet(potato)16th last year. Yeccchh. Here in the pic also is Ace- the horniest Chem geek ever.

Take note of Ace's fit na fit na top and Jay's Jimi Hendrix shirt! Bang na bang! And please, I already know that I am wearing the wrong kind of bra in that pic! Hahahahhaa.

panic! at the freezing kitchen

2006-12-29T19:24:00.000+08:00

shet na super effing malagkit.

I'm super running out of time, and I still have to fix my shitty sigsheet for my org thingy. I still have to make a three-dimensional object that will represent me and therefore function as my "autobiography" and I have to make another three-D thing for my sponsor.

I so don't have the time and heart to do any of those. Dammit. It's panic time again! I have been reminding myself constantly that I must never quit, but I'm getting even more depressed by the minute. If I do quit, I'll be forever sad about my wasted time, effort and money! (Plus Mutti will kill me for all the long distance phone calls I make everytime I feel down.)

Hellllllpppp maaaaaaaayyyy!!! What am I supposed to do for my autobiography? I wouldn't be stressing so much if I only had those three things to do, but there's the dreader "fun week" come january and I'm scared as frozen shit.

Whyyyyy???!!! I'm missing out on all the fab crew fun because of this. But come to think of it, Erielle and Ayah went through the same shit stuff last sem and they made it!

Well, I'm a different story. I'm chicken shit. I'm surprised that I made it "this far". I was expecting that I'd be quitting on the second tambay day. But, why do they have to push us around and make us do stupid things and scream at our faces? I can't see the effing point anymore.

The point, as I have been told many times- is to develop our character and to test just how well we can work under pressure.

Riiiight.

Right now, I am panicky as hell and I'm currently downloading Hindu prayers for inner peace. I so need hugs, and a hot boy.

I am so dreading january, because it means org troubles and coming home to a sucky apartment with only instant noodles and skyflakes for dinner. Aaaaarrghhh! I so miss Anne. Sure, the apartment was cramped when there was still three of us, but everything was much funner! And Anne can always talk me into sanity.

Dammit. I miss yew.
xxmimose

written catharsis

2006-12-28T19:47:00.000+08:00

I am supposed to attend a friend's debut tomorrow, but I won't be able to come because of a family affair, and yes because I am somewhat grounded due to a very classic manifestation of juvenile delinquency (read: setting off the goddamn smoke alarm thingy in the bathroom while I was smoking.) So that means, bye-bye party! (Jan, dearie- I so want to go, but the 'rents say I can't. Very,very sorry. I know you want to burn my hair already!)

So that's it. And then I realized I am but a clueless teenager! Sweet Jesus, I am sooo fucking sixteen years old!!!!! I can't believe how young I am. I mean, hello- when I talk to myself I sound like I'm 30. Bang na bang! It's scares me. I can't believe how freakin' young I am!

Really. I should be wearing a high school uniform and oggling at teen magazines and being really sad about having breakouts. Like,totally! This is so fucking scary.

And because of this timely panic, I shall vow to not smoke again. Or at least for the whole year. Hahahaha. Mainly because I have such wholesome friends who effing hate smokers, and I just have this idea that they won't let me sit at the fabulous lunch table if I don't quit. It's really funny that I have super wholesome friends who always shudder everytime I ask them about bang na bang na premarital sex. On the other hand, they are my saving grace- not that I'm so ruined by myself naman. It's just good that they're sane enough to tell me to shut up everytime I tell them, "Let's do drugs!". Hahahahaha. Just the same, they won't pass the chance for some quality "worship sessions" (a.k.a. inuman).

Because I'm so weird right now, let me just make buking my room mates. You thought they were docile ha! Noooooo... One day Anne's parents came and said, "What's this?" (points to a vodka bottle).

And of course my sweet sister said, "Kay jobel po yan..."

Don't you just love it? Hahahaha...

In other news, I so miss Cello (yep, it's spelled that way...). We heard he got a haircut (bye bye bitching ponytail!) and is currently so fucking unemployed.

What can be hotter than a sexy unemployed guy?

well,what can i say? salvation is here.
xxmimose

2007: fast approaching!

2006-12-28T15:12:00.000+08:00

Gawd. I can't believe 2006 is almost over. It's pretty sad,because I feel that there are sooo many things I failed to do. On the other hand, I feel hopeful 'cos a new year means a fresh start.

Before I dream of whipping out a New Year's Resolution (uh-uh...), I first want to have a list of fresh, exciting and definitely bang na bang! things to do, try or buy...

Help me out, darlings!

What are the the ultimate must-haves/must-dos for year 2007?
We all need a bit of craziness in our lives to keep us always zealous and young! So tell me what's on your mind...

I'll compile everyone's suggestions and hopefully, we'll get to accomplish the list together!

Hahahaha...I'm sensing that my crazy friends will think of very,very illegal stuff.

Aha! I know! I know! Number one on the list should be: eat okra! Yeaaaah, I haven't actually eaten okra. I had a "successful" attempt when we ate sinigang at my good friend Alain's house, but I eventually spat it out when I went to the bathroom.

That's it! That's must-do number one for 2007!
EAT (meaning put in mouth, chew and swallow) just one piece of okra.

Seems pretty achievable,huh? (riiiigggghhhhtttt...)
Yeah, that's how daring and gutsy I am!
I shall prove to you, darlings and to the rest of the world that I have the balls to consume an entire piece of okra!!!!!

Rawwwwrrrr!
Come one, come all! (Don't Shy!) Hahahaha... Tell me your must-do's and must-try's!
It's gonna be funnnnnn...and oh yeah, definitely bang na bang!

have a sexy new year!
xxmimose

nervous wreck

2006-12-26T20:11:00.000+08:00

i am such a nervous wreck. worrying aboout my org ordeal has taken up most of my winter break. dammit. i was supposed to write something (na bang na bang!) in retaliation to Edgar's anti-vegetarianism post (see Pio's blog), but i am just so friggin lugaw right now.

why????!!!!

aaaaaaaccckkk.. it's so toxic.

later on, i shall look back on this post and realize just how much i over-react to things... which i do most of the time.

anyhoooowww... thanks to the wonderful gifts i've gotten from family and fans this Christmas. The best one i've gotten so far (keep em coming! hahahaha) is Maksim's Electronik CD.

Bang na bang! I love the remixes, especially Requiem. I intend on having it as the official backgound music on my funeral (where I shall require all my friends to think of a choreography that can beat the dance sequence from My Chemical Romance's "Helena").

I'll try to upload some tracks soon.

In other news, for those who no longer have any idea of what i look like, here's the perfect opportunity for me to justify my vanity...

I know, i know.. the resolution is pretty crappy, but you gotta give it up for my
bang na bang! smoky eyes. Hahaha.

you are so beautiful, you...
xxmimose

Back to Basics

2006-12-26T19:14:00.000+08:00

This, I have to say, is the simplest yet most emotional Christmas ever. It's Christmas minus the expensive gifts, minus the boozin' and crazy parties, minus the all too lavish feast – partly due to financial and time constraints and partly because of the family's desire to celebrate Christ's birth and just being a family. I appreciate the fact that since this Christmas is void of unnecessary materialism; I got to know myself and my family better. Being away from my parents for most of the time, I really just wanted to spend the (winter) holidays with them. (Yes, you got that right. This is the perfect explanation for my absence in the party scene…)

On the other hand, I can't help but notice the lack of sparkle in pretty much everything. I know that almost everyone is experiencing financial strain, but it mustn't stop us from dreaming big and celebrating. What we terribly lack in cash, we can always compensate with our time and thoughtfulness- something I should have told my parents.

You see, my parents (the notorious Mutti and Vatti) are the most hardworking people I know. They always tell me that I should be grateful that I have honest entrepreneurs for parents. I am proud of my parents, but if there ever was a Workaholics' Rehab, I would have checked them in long ago.

My parents are the Baddest Business people ever. They start their transactions from 6 AM and they end at 11 PM. (Don't worry, we don't sell illegal stuff.) And that drives me craaaaaaazzzzzaaaayyyy!!! They work on weekends. They work on holidays (including Lent and Christmas). Everything got worse when they decided to do their business in our house (to be able to supervise their daughter's affairs). They receive phone calls and orders even at around 2 AM, and now we have tons of merch packages all over the house.

It just bums me out that they didn't bother to do anything special this Christmas. We didn't have a real Noche Buena, because we can't afford to eat altogether (since they're always receiving customer orders and talking to dealers). That's not so bad, really. But there's just 3 of us, and yet we can't eat at the same time sitting around a dinner table like other families.

They are the best parents I could ever ask for, but I know things could be better. Sometimes, I can't help but wish they were normal parents who work in offices or schools- at least they won't have to work on holidays and they don't have to do their work at home.

I know they're not just all about the profits. They just happen to be really industrious people who think that sitting around is a waste of time. I appreciate the amount of dedication that they put into our business, but most of the time we don't do things that families are supposed to do together.

Well, right now I am in the living room crammed with packages and gifts for inaanaks. My parents are in their “headquarters” doing inventories while our next door neighbors are doing vocal pyrotechniques (a.k.a. videokefest). Gee, thanks mom and dad for the gifts, but something as simple as a shared dinner would have been just as great.

Here's to a really meaningful Christmas, darlings!
xxmimose

ma famille

2006-12-18T19:19:00.000+08:00

disclaimer: this is a few days late...

I have just seen the movie Inang Yaya, and I'm telling you- it's one of the saddest movies I've ever seen. First, it's my first time to watch a movie alone and second, it's a really touching movie. It hit me harder because I've been missing my own mom lately- I know that I see her every week, but I really miss just seeing her everyday. I miss being in grade school and being fetched every afternoon. I miss going to church with her. I miss having her fix my hair.

I am not exactly missing my old, sheltered lifestyle. I just miss being a kid. I wanted to grow up early…and I guess I did.

When I entered college, I was a bit scared that the whole moving away thing was gonna ruin my relationship with my family. I sort of brushed that thought off, and I assumed that all kids are bound to hate their parents anyways.

I'm so glad that I was wrong about that. Twenty or so kilometers away, my parents are still my biggest supporters. I'm so thankful that I got this chance to have a taste of independence, while getting to appreciate my parents more along the way.

Lately, I've been crying a lot. And it's not really due to the emotional stresses of applying for SAMASKOM. I just miss my parents a lot. I miss being their only girl, and from time to time, I do miss being their spoiled brat.

Mutti found out what really happens during the org application, and she doesn't agree with the system. She told me that when she was just pregnant with me, she was sure she can kill anyone who would dare call me ugly. Well, I have been hearing that everyday now and somehow I feel numb already. It just bothers me that my overprotective parents might file a lawsuit against the org. HAHAHAHAHAHA.

I know...I know... We all grow up, and we are all supposed to learn how to be independent. Sooner or later, we'll take on bigger roles, but I'll always be happy to be just Mutti and Vatti's girl.

shit happens

2006-12-18T18:03:00.000+08:00

shit happens big time even to good kids like me.

first of all that goddamn ToFI was approved. i don't regret going to quezon hall last friday and dragging carlo into his first tibak event.

i really am supposed to put in more substantial text following that statement, but some random bastard ruined my day and my email account.

yes, my email account got hacked!!! my good friend (the birthday girl) ees sent me a message asking me is I was still online.

wtf?!! i was never online today. soooo, to make this really crappy story short, i realized someone hacked my account and had enough guts to ask my friends to meet "me" somewhere tomorrow.

of course that didn't work, because my friends are smart enough not to fall for his spiel.

the question is--Why me?

dammit! i bet everyone knows how inconvenient it is to have your email account hacked and having to get a new one and telling all your contacts that you have a new account and all that shitter-majiggers.

on the bright side, i would like to think i'm famous enough to have some creep hacking my emails...

ooooohh... a stalker! hahahahahaha...

that's it. shit really happens. will be back with more sense later.

gimme some love!
xxmimose ze queen

can i say haggard?

2006-12-10T09:24:00.000+08:00

zo my gawd.

for the past week, i have been extremely busy, extremely emotional, harrassed and confused...but heck, this is the way to a showbiz career. So, I must say... attack!

We got past through the much dreaded SAMASKOM acquaintance party, it was easier than we expected. It was even funny. I was thinking that I might break down once they start bombarding me with questions and curses, but it was so freakishly funny that i had such a hard time stiffling giggles.

As many of my dearest Tosh friends knew, I was dressed as a SEA URCHIN. (Dash was KRABBY the CRAB) To make things more exciting, we had to make a production number- we danced to the tune of under the sea.. (as expected) And did our own version of the Cell Block Tango from Chicago....as sea creatures.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

All the while, they were asking us to stay in character. Being the obedient applicant that i am, i froze in the background...

Ano ka? Bakit walang ginagawa dyan? Patay ka na ba?!
Sea urchins don't move, ma'am.
Ah ganon... Tinatalinuhan mo ko ah! Eh kung bunutin ko kaya yang mga patusok mo. (Edi binunot naman nya...)

Bakit wala kang reaction??!! Dapat nasasaktan ka! (insert curse word)
Wala pong pakiramdam ang mga sea urchin.
At baket??!!! Pag hindi mo na-explain, patay ka sakin!
Dahil wala po silang nerve endings.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!! Then, she gave up on me. It pays to be a one-time ultra bio geek!!!

Akala niyo ha!

much love from the fabbest sea urchin from under the sexy caspian sea,
xxmimose

skechers street dance!

2006-12-03T08:39:00.000+08:00

thanks to my PE (cheerleading), i got to full heterosexual mode again after being with so many cute guys (Drew, I know you're reading this. And yes, cute ka na rin dahil sa treat! Hahahaha! But you're still the worst psycho driver eveeeerrrr!!!!)

Back to regular programming...

We watched the skechers streetdance battle last night at the araneta, and it was craaaaazzzzyyyy!!!! (Partly because I was sitting with a bunch of guys from another school. Read: My fab friends from another QC University. Hahahaha!)

It was a great show, in fairness. There were 13 High School participants and 13 college participants. In all fabulosity, my 2 bets both won- Xavier HS and the defending champs (yabang ba?)UP Diliman! Whoot!

How the Hello Kitty do they do that? Para silang tumira ng Motolite! Gawd! All of a sudden I feel so talent-less! Hahahaha... For you, sad little darlings who didn't get to watch the whole thing live, you can catch it on December 22, 9PM (I think...I'll post corrections later) on ETC!

The Xavier boys were really cute, especially when they did "My Humps".
OH MY GAAAAAWWWWWDDD!!!!!!! (The previous statement sounds so awful!!! hahahahaha!) That was the black eyed peas' "My Humps"! Shame on you dirty mind! Watch it on ETC and you'll know what I mean.

But of course, I am eternally proud of the UPD streetdance club! How do you make kids like that??!! I cheered my lungs out for them, and even got my friends to cheer for UPD! (hooray for us, team lupa!)

The rest of the night I can't remember...(kutob mo may party noh? Hahahaha!)

I'm sorry if this post sounds so stoned, I came home at 3AM kasi! And now, back to my Art Studies report on Hello Kitty...

Give me some love!!!!
Mimose ze Queen!

feeling not so fab...

2006-12-01T11:27:00.000+08:00

gaaaaaahhhh!!!!!!!! i missed you darlings! before i go on to ask for your words of encouragement, let me just confirm a few things:

yes, yssa. i did see yael last wednesday ( i had no idea na birthday nya, otherwise i would have made pansin). he was looking kinda messy. i think he was going for the messy sexy kinda look, he didn't get me though (hahahaha!) cos i was feeling harrassed from PE class.

aaaand, i think we're done with the whole anti-homosexuals thing. as i said before, i will try not to be sel-imposing here (even though this is my blog ;p), i will just try to remind everyone to maintain a considerable amount of respect for everyone.

That would be all, thank you.

Okaaaaayyyy, so now's the time to explain what to took me so long to get my fabulous ass back online. Well, we are going level-up, darlings!

Yeaaaaahhh! You got that right! We finally got enough guts to apply for orgs! Most of us in the lunch crew will be joining the UP Advertising Core. Janica, Dash and I are currently applying for UP SAMASKOM (Samahan ng mga Mag-aaral sa Komunikasyon) For those of you who don't know about it (well, shame on you! hahahahaha!), this is the org where Giselle Sanchez, Laurenti Dyogi, Tuesday Vargas and Ate Glow all came from. If I make it through the grueling application process, you will get the chance to brag to your family and friends that you know me! Hahahahaha!

Yes, I am actually doing this for you. So you better pray for me and give me all the love I need! As of my last count, I already have 9 signatures from the resident members (I actually need 35!) an 10 tambay hours (I need 20 more!)

If all goes well...more fabulosity will come!

You just have no idea how busy I am this month! I am planning 2 parties, booked for 4 other parties, joining 2 orgs and still haven't done any Xmas shopping!

HECTIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Give me some love!!!
Mimose ze Queen

and she's baaaaackkk!!!

2006-11-22T13:23:00.000+08:00

Live from the UP-D main lib, once again....

It's me!!!! I know you missed me, darlings! Thanks to everyone who found Janica's pics nice. I'll be uploading more of them soon. (I am currently fixing my flickr account.)

Anyhoo, what's new in this land of fabulosity? Well, lunch is now officially a SPORT! Yep, you got that right. The Fab Crew (a.k.a. Team Lupa) recently launched LunchSport- a competitive catering competition that's sure to add spice to our Tuesday-Friday 11:30 to 1:00 break.

(That sounds so home TV shopping! :p )

The Mechanics:
Each Tuesday or Friday Lunch Break, one of us gets to choose where to eat. The rest now has the exciting task of being critics, considering everything from the taste and price of the food, down to the ambiance, ventilation and sounds.

I know...I have very weird friends! Hahahaha... That's not all- shortly after the lunch portion, we have vote on whether we were satisfied...or not.

So what's the point? Well, it's sort of finding out the best places to dine in UP, plus it gives us a chance to explore all kinds of cuisines. (Obviously, we are so fed up with CASAA food.)

Latest Updates:
The college of science canteen recently redeemed itself when it got a nod from us. Vinzons was also given a second chance. Lutong Kapitbahay is the new all-time favorite, getting a 100% approval from all of us.

So, what do you think?

Masrap ka ba?
Matikman nga.

In other news:
I'm sorry Abychu, dear. You know I really like you, but I just can't believe that you said you are anti-homosexuals. I will not be self-imposing here, but I just hope that you'll take the time to seriously think about what you said.

Peace to all- ladies, gents and queers!
Mimose ze Queen

sadness...

2006-11-17T10:08:00.000+08:00

this is totally shallow, but forgive me. i think i deserve to put in things like this because i have been working my ass off on all the other days.

let me just say that...
we must all mourn for a week has passed and we have not seen Cello yet!

some have been speculating that he must be an Octoberian. Sadness.

To compensate for this great loss, my crazy friends are either giving away my number to their lesbian friends or totally selling me out to their Ateneo friends. I don't think any of that wil work...because as of now, I am enjoying Geekdom! Yes! I have gone from Diva to Nerdette! As of the moment, I am spending time wisely at the UP Diliman Main lib, enjoying the serenity and exploiting their wi-fi!

Aaaahhhh.. This is the life! Somehow, I have gotten sick of the AS lobby atmosphere and all the fab passers-by with their immaculate feet clad in havaianas. I am in for the new crowd! :)

As they say, all the good kids hang out in the lib:
1. those who are sleeping
2. those who are studying
3. those who are working as student assistants

I don't know where I fall under.
Anyhoooooo, I just came from Geog1 class under Prof. Teodoro Santos, and I am super bummed out. Yeah, sure, he's old. I am supposed to have no problem about that, but the class was soooo blaaaaah.

He kept on asking us questions until the class ended. I was feeling so eager pa naman to listen to a lecture and take down notes.

He asked us to define "place", "landscape", "nature", "environment", "ecosystem", "society" and "technology". Of course, we didn't have any decent answer.

Just a thought, he said that there are 3 Fundamental Philosophies relating Man to Nature...

1. Man is a separate category from Biotic and Abiotic things.
2. Man is just under the Biotic Category, meaning we are in the same group as the ferns and bacteria and all other living things.
3. Man belongs to the category which comprises the ecosystem, meaning we are in the same group as the ferns and bacteria and the rocks and everything else.

He believes in number 1. I believe in number 2. Though I tend to have a more humanistic approach to my beliefs, I don't find it necessary to place Man in a pedestal above all other creatures.

Teka lang... Sounds familiar no? Para bang...

You think you own whatever land you land on
Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You learn things you never knew
You never knew

Go on with the chorus darlings!
Mimose

the Crisline G. Torres

2006-11-16T15:33:00.000+08:00

I have this feeling that Ma'am Torres (of PolSci 14) will be one of my most favorite and most respected professors of all time. Hahaha...

So first of, the ground rules:

1. When she talks, you listen. a very reasonable rule, I must say
2. Classes start at 1:05 when you come in at 1:06, she'll know because she uses the GMT
3. Cellphones and alarms must be turned off.
4. You may not enter the class room if the professor of the previous class is still in. again, just anouther basic courtesy that most UP students ignore
5. Keep quiet while waiting in the corridor. If a professor reports that you have been noisy, she will (depending on the severity of anger) penalize you by either deducting 2 points from your class performance or assign you to write a 500-page book review.

The figures may be overwhelming, but I can tell she's not kidding.

Those are just some of the rules. The next one is our (Lowell and moi) favorite rule:
You must not endanger your classmates.

That one sounds so harsh,no? It means that if you have an ongoing ramble with a frat or if you have a CONTAGIOUS DISEASE, please absent yourself.

I like her rules. :)

This is the plus side:
If you have perfect attendance and perfect punctuality, you automatically get a .25 bonus. Not bad at all!

Plus, if you top her exams or get a final grade of 1.0- you get to have a free, personalized souvenir bookmark. There are three chances of getting a bookmark...

I want to collect all three!!!!

She's so much fun. I enjoy being in the presence of someone commanding. The problem with us, UP students, sometimes we tend to think that we can do anything we want. It's good when you have someone who can take on the reins and enforce reasonable rules efficiently.

You see? So maybe, I'm not so much of a brat! :)

Much love from the main library,
mimosexx

teasers!

2006-11-15T16:03:00.000+08:00

This is just a taste of more gorgeous pics to come.

All were shot in my apartment.
Makeup, styling and editing done by me.
Model: Janica :)

aloo loveys!

2006-11-15T15:39:00.000+08:00

Greetings from the University of the Philippines Main Library! I have been a very productive student today, and I plan on being so for the rest of the semester. (Applause, please.)

Things have been great for the past few days.(Wait. Why is this beginning to sound like a letter to my relatives??) I already met all my professors in my subjects this sem, and I must say that they are a very potent mix of crazy fashion, military rules and sarcasm.

COMM100- Prof. Jasminez
So far so good. She came to our first class dressed as a Londoner/chic biker in an orange coat, white shirt, leggings and pointy boots. How divaaaahhh! (Plus the fact that she was wearing black eyeshadow at 8 AM) Enzo says she looks a bit like Elvira. I don't care. She looks like my long-lost Diva Fairy Godmother.

ArtStud1- Prof. Herrera
She's okay. I don't know anything about her yet, except that she has this really gorgey blue glass ring that makes up for the fact that she has bandages on her elbow and right foot.

PolSci14- Prof. Crisline Torres
She deserves a post entirely dedicated to her. I bet she will be my star prof for the sem, and I am trying to play her game by being overly OC as well. This is why as early as now, I am already reading the three different versions of the Philippine Constitution. (Well, some chapters are *optional* readings.)

Geog1- Sir Teodoro Santos
He seems to be a very fair prof, and I respect him for that. He'll prove to be interesting as well, later on.

NatSci1- Sir Abastillas
He's craaaaazzzy!! He's a bit like sir Mercado (from HS Geometry) but he likes to joke (to himself) and laugh (for no apparent reason). How's that?! Everytime I glance around the class, everyone's almost asleep. Oddly, I never get bored in his class.

Cheerleading- Prof. Perena
I won't be seeing much of her, but she's requiring us to watch 10 UAAP games (softball, baseball, football,volleyball) and 5 dance concerts. I don't know if I'm happy with that. You either get a 1 or a 5 in this class. On the bright side, I'll be seeing cute guy #2 often and the guys from UP Filipiniana.

I sound so "today I ate spaghetti,no?"
Well., I don't think so. Today, I ate vegan kare-kare (with matching "fake" bagoong) and vegan sisig.

(Oops, I think I already spilled where I'm planning to take my lunch friends on my catering day!)

**UP NEXT:
The Divine Crisline Torres
Lunch-Sport
Pictures from my latest shoot featuring Janica

Hugs and Kisses from
Mimose and Anya

fab day pics!

2006-11-12T19:29:00.000+08:00

Better super late than never dearies! I totally forgot about the fab day pics! Fortunately, we had a shoot this weekend and that reminded me to go through my files again.

Enjoy!

Top row (from the left): me, treisha, anne, jacko, janica, eees, dash
Next row (from the left): edgar, anjo, casti, erielle, tova, brother

Take note of Tova's fab tennis-y outfit! Treisha's gone all sparkly popstar, and Janica was a tropical diva for fab day. It was so much funnnn! Thanks to our ateneo friends (eees, jacko and anjo) for gracing the event!

So then, I must be reaally gay

2006-11-07T13:03:00.000+08:00

I am so stunned. KIM STOLZ IS THE HOTTEST PERSON EVER! I'm gonna take back what I said about her not being fierce. The following shots show just how rawwwwwrrrr she is.

This is fierceness. I love the hair.

This one's so Twiggy.

Okaaaaay, you're probably bored with all this.She rocked the killer shoes. I totally love her.

ultimate crush

2006-11-07T11:19:00.000+08:00

Would you believe it? There is actually no "Man of the Moment" for the fab crew. Janica and I are still deliberating on whether to let go of Cello or not. As for Janica, she's planning on focusing more on her studies (as we should all be doing) and focusing more on a new guy (hahaha! I've seen this Japanese-y guy already. Hottish!)

As for me, there is someone new. I am so crushing big time on Kim Stolz from America's Next Top Model Cycle 5. She's not exactly fierce, but she's not too fragile. She's spunky and yeaaaaaahhh, she's gay and that's why I am madly in love with her. (Now, what does that make me?)

Anyway, I found out she graduated from Wesleyan University with honors and a degree in Governance (or something like that). I love any smart ass.

I am so in love with Kim. I'll probably die if I see her in person. Feast your eyes on my lady love.

enrolment: a murderous affair

2006-11-07T10:21:00.000+08:00

Thank God I made it through 1 looooonnnnggg day of never-ending pila! Good thing I wore flats or my feet would have just died. Sometimes though, you actually have to choose fashion over comfort, which is why I chose to stand by my layered look amidst the crazy heat! It kinda paid off anyway.

I think I'll never get used to this process, ever. I am just thankful that the people from the College of Mass Comm and the CommRes Department were friendly enough. (Special thanks to my adoptive adviser who didn't cancel my enlisted subjects even though I didn't go through the pre-advising process. He even lauded me for my (surprisingly) high grades.)

After a brief medley of Disney movie theme songs (while desperately waiting in line), Joy - a blockmate, asked why there were never rallies against the tiring and seemingly inhumane enrolment procedures.

I said,maybe UP students are actually proud of this process. It's a meaningful ritual, especially for us freshies. It's a twice-a-year baptismal of fire, an event where you can showcase your physical strength and your unwavering zeal for education. :)

Every person who stands in line represents someone who wants to be somebody in the near future. Though sweaty, oily and extremely tired, their faces are all branded with the same expression- I am tough. It's do or die, and I'm going to do everything to get enrolled.

Do you remember all those dramatic lines our parents lash out at us to make us feel guilty all the time?

Why do want a car right now? When we were studying, we used to walk more than a kilometer just to get to school! We did that everyday for how many years!

Why do you want a raise in allowance? When we were studying, we didn't have any allowance! You're lucky. We just bought pandesal for lunch everyday. If we wanted to have money, we had to wash our neighbor's car!

And the list goes on... The graver the offense, the more dramatic these lines get.

Now with my enrolment experience, I now have an equally dramatic spiel..

Can you at least show me a bit of appreciation for my efforts? What is a shopping spree compared to the hours I have spent waiting in line during the enrolment? And don't you dare call me selfish! Do you think I am doing this all for myself?? Well, maybe yes. But that's all because I want you to be proud of me. So before you say no, just picture me getting all sweaty and haggard just to get enrolled!

Hahahahaha...

All the fabulosity!
XXMimose and AnyaXX

days of fun

2006-11-05T14:32:00.000+08:00

whooopeee!

today, i am a grown-up kid locked up in a shoe salon! hahahaha. i am toying around with Anya and she is so much fun. I've never been the techie, so you can just imagine how surprised and joyful i am upon discovering her features.

yay! finally! i fully-dependable, working laptop -the perfect companion for those nights of cramming and those boring weekends!

this is a win-win situation! (my favorite!) last night, via Anya, i was able to show the 'rents (Mutti and Vatti) some proof of deserving-ness. they saw my grades online. i think they're happy about the, um, academic situation.

Mutti: totoo ba yan?
Vatti: mana sa'kin yan! hoy, tawagan mo na ung tito mo.
me: why?
Vatti: singilin mo na ng utang niya.

In other news, tomorrow's the grand enrolment day for UP Diliman people like me, and i am feeling nervous. I hate events like this. I never really got used to processing documents, and falling in line and having to run after other people. The whole thing freaks me out, kinda like getting your passport. (By the way, i don't totally agree that the Passport Department of the DFA is the most effective, ergo friendliest government service. They almost made me cry, and the way they ask questions made me feel like an escaped criminal.) Anyhoo, I'm looking forward to getting over it right away.

I bet it's gonna be a looooonggggg, stressful day tomorrow. Note to self: wear flat shoes. With UP being actually the University of Pila everyone expects to get some major energy drain.

In other other news, I have a very interesting lineup of subjects for the second sem. I have ART STUDIES, which sounds like fun. I have GEOG1, one of my favorite subjects (much to my own surprise) and rumored to be uno-able at the same time. I have 2 major subjects already, COMM100 and POLSCI14. Aaaaaannnnnd, (trumpets please.) NATSCI1, a very interesting combination of chemistry and physics (everyone's favorite topics!).

I know, what the hell was I thinking when i enlisted for NatSci? I'm not so sure, but hey- it fascinates me. Hahahaha.

Kisses and so much fun from the house of sour gummy bears and sheer fabulosity,
XXMimose the Queen and AnyaXX

loveliness!

2006-11-04T23:30:00.000+08:00

everyone, meet my new baby Anya...

because i am so vain and obsessed, i decided to name my new laptop that. see? sometimes, it still pays to be good. it still pays to do good. because i have been such a good girl for the rest of the first sem, mutti and vatti rewarded me with a new laptop, and i swear- it's our fastest impulse shopping ever.

Ate Charlotte's got Ashleigh, Iza has Eon and I have Anya. Happiness, and Jubilations!

I wasn't really in such a big rush to buy a new laptop, but Anya is immaculately white- and that really got me. Kinda reminds me of the Barbra Streisand guesting on Oprah where she had her mic spray-painte white to match her outfit.

It's all part of Diva duties.

Haaaaaayyy.. this means Goodbye Jofer the perv! Hello sweet wi-fi freedom!

In other news,Treisha's staying with me for the rest of the sem! Yay! At least, it's 2 on 3. Fair enough, right?

Fabulosity all the way!
XXMimose the Queen and AnyaXX

moralmentality

2006-11-03T17:28:00.000+08:00

two questions, darlings:

1. Does it still pay to be good?
2. What am I supposed to be?

i'll answer later. think about your answers too.

bituwing walang ningning moment of all time!

2006-11-03T17:06:00.000+08:00

i checked out the grades viewing part at the crs online today...

and i liked what i saw.

Huwahaaaahhaaaaaatttttt??!!!!!

This is so bituwing walang ningning. Right now, my dearest fans, I own this moment as an academic diva. Sure, it's not fun at all to read about some lukarette gloat about her (surprisingly high) grades, but i'm feeling antsy as hell and i'm just dying to share that i got an uno in creative writing!!!!

Whoot.

Yeah, I know, my reaaaallly loyal fans (i.e. my grandmother) tell me that "Sure, darling, darling you're a great writer." BUT, having Prof. Mooney in CW10 made me feel so mediocre (which I probably am, in real life, BIG TIME AT THAT!). She was so critical on our works all the time!

Why is your margin this big? Does it mean something? Did you think it would contribute to the atmosphere of your work?

What is this dash doing over here? Does it symbolize something?

This word. This word is just so, so problematic!

Now, I realize that she may have been the goddess of mercy in her past life.

I have surpassed my own expectations for my grades this sem. Now, with a high GWA, I can now do some reasonable extortion.

Isn't this just fabulous? Just a month ago, my cousin Charlotte gave birth to a really pretty baby girl named Ashleigh Faith. (Blame the name on the fact that the mother is an honest-to-goodness docile colegiala.) And just this week, my other cousin Iza gave birth to a really gorgey baby boy named Eon Gavin. The baby's really hotttt!!! Hahahaha..

Since I am the only unmarried and deliriously single female cousin left in my mother's side of the family, I was quite pressured to bring some good news of my own. I guess Mutti will be proud to share that she has one totally-drug free daughter with high grades and no baby (yet).

Hahahaha. Fabulosity all the way!
Mimose the Queen.

drop it like it's haute!

2006-10-26T17:29:00.000+08:00

the past few days have been extremely lazy. the only activity i have, aside from massive tv-watching is sketching. in my non-existent career as a designer-wannabe, this year has been the most productive. i have done around 20 pages of sketches.

yum. but when will i be able to execute my designs??!!

haay. if only we were rich. i could have gone to parsons.

in other news, still related to fashown, cynthia rowley is my current favorite designer. her designs are so fresh. check her out!
i'm sorry, but my brain is just not suitable for blogging today. if i go any further, i might turn out to be one of those saps who live to blog things like "dear blog, today i ate spaghetti."

wait, before i go you just have to see the coolest music video ever! ever! Here's Ok Go with Here It Goes Again
friggin hilarious man! how awesome is that??!! that gives me hope that working out on treadmills can be fun.

tell me about your sem break, darlings!
Mimose the queen

back from vacay-shawn!

2006-10-25T18:28:00.000+08:00

yay.

this is so weird. i'm partly ecstatic and partly depressed.
well, i got satisfactory grades in eng1. reason to celebrate? well, i fared better than my upperclass friends who went through the same prof years ago. then, i got my ideal grade in math11.

applause everybody.

the sadder part is that i got a 2 in kas1. that's not so bad at all, but everyone made me paasa (now, how conio is that?) that he's generous with grades. i found out later that i didn't get a very high grade because i didn't effing go on the field trip to bulacan.

sheesh.

i'm sorry but bulacan is not just my thing. you know, with the trip ending at around 7PM, my grandmother was pretty sure that i would get abducted by the marines.

hello? the marines?

impossible.

my uncle is an ex-marines guy. (this means you better not mess with me. hahaha.)

anywaaaay, should i or should i not trust the grades posted over at the crs, with the whole thing being unofficial? i'm getting confused because according to the ultra-reliable text message from my kas1 prof, i got a 2. over at the crs thing, it said i got 1.75.

did he already find out that i had connections in the marines?

hmmm.. freshies- why do we always have this wonderful notion of dedicating our college existence to getting good grades and running for honors?

in other news, anne and treisha are leaving me in the apartment next sem.
we knew from the beginning that anne would be staying with her relatives next year, but i had no idea that treisha really wanted to move out- somewhere in katipunan.

the reason? well,it's "funner".

i don't know. i feel really bad about that. it's like breaking up with someone. i felt under-appreciated, since my mom and i were the ones who found that apartment and made sure we'd have a place to stay for the first year at least. i know it's fair enough to let her make her own decision. of course, i can't force her to stay with me. for my part, i'd like to think i have been a considerate housemate.

i don't know. maybe, i'm just not fun unlike yssa,anjo,carlo and jackie. i try not to feel offended, but mutti says it's normal to feel bad about it. it would be unfair of me to get mad at treisha, but i just feel awful. i feel left out.

she's inviting me to move out with her, but i know my limitations. i may be really bratty but i can chose what's important over what's fun. this means, i'll be staying at the apartment by myself next sem. it's just gonna be me against the devilbears.

on the bright side, i can get drunk and do drugs in my room and no one will know.

well, that's too drastic.

how about just having some guys over? hahaha.

couch potato of the moment,
mimose the queen

soooo lupa.

2006-10-14T14:10:00.000+08:00

OH MY GAWD.

I just found out this afternoon that we are not the only existing Task Force Cello.

Fuckity-fuck-fuck.

Some other people have been stalking him since last year. This is so unfair. On a happier note, I found out that he's not at all gay - because he has/had a girlfriend.

But what the fuck??!!!!

Come on.

Why am I always supposed to reach for the stars???!!!

Always the balance of nature- first my uno, then this.

I (don't) need a man.

uno yown!

2006-10-14T13:16:00.000+08:00

hahahahahaha!

my hard work paid off!

drumroll please....

I got an UNO in socsci3!!!

yeaaaah, i know it's probably uno-able, but i am so thrilled because it's my first ever uno. i'm glad to know that it really showed that i learned a lot from that class.

also, this means i can demand an allowance increase! hahahahaha...

SocSci 3: Exploring Gender and Sexuality- a must-take!

finally! something to make me feel good about myself...

congratulations to the other members of the fab crew:
janica for getting an uno in a hellraiser kas essay test,
and edgar for getting 2 straight uno's!

cheers!

to fabulosity and beyond!

and now, off to math studies!

stay sexy!

TUMAYO TAYO!

2006-10-11T20:44:00.000+08:00

since i can't come... i'll just invite everyone who has the time to participate in this meaningful event.. (see? i'm doing my job as UNAP advocate.. )

TUMAYO TAYO

Labanan ang Kahirapan. Tuparin ang Millennium Development Goals.

(Stand Up Against Poverty, Stand Up for the Millennium Development Goals)

MAKE POVERTY HISTORY

On the two days prior to the International Day for the Eradication of Poverty (Oct 17), people from all around our planet will rise as one in a GLOBAL BAYANIHAN effort to tell the world’s leaders to keep the promises made in 2000 to make lives better and cut poverty in half by 2015.

Join 6 billion other voices speaking as one to MAKE POVERTY HISTORY! Join the TUMAYO TAYO PILIPINAS campaign and be one with our brothers & sisters across the globe in an advocacy effort to set an official Guinness World Record for the most number of people ever to Stand Up against poverty!

Within a 24-hour period, people from all over the globe will physically and symbolically "STAND UP" to raise awareness of the Millennium Development Goals (MDGs) and to publicly demonstrate to policy makers the growing global support for the achievement of the MDGs and for the strengthening of development policies worldwide.

NO MORE EXCUSES

Participate by organizing your own Tumayo Tayo event within the allotted timeframe - 6pm of Oct 15 to 6pm of Oct 16, Philippine Time. Register your event at the website, www.millenniumcampaign.ph. Other contact details are indicated in the attached documents.

You may also opt to have yourself counted at the Tumayo Tayo Festival at the Marikina Freedom park; or any Tumayo Tayo event already registered at the website. Text your individual participation to 2948 (Globe, Sun, Touch Mobile) or 3940 (Smart, Talk & Text, Addict Mobile) using the keywords MDG REG

The Tumayo Tayo Festival will have a Rock Concert organized by Rock Ed on October 15, Sunday, from 4pm to 9pm, featuring:

· Juan Pablo Dream

· Up Dharma Down

· Radioactive Sago Project

· Monster Bot

· Giniling Festival

· Brown Man Revival

· Protein Shake

· Juana

· Paraluman

· Calla Lily

· 6CycleMind

· Sandwich.

October 16, Monday, at the Tumayo Tayo Festival features an MDG Fair from 6am to 6pm, with launchings and exhibitions of MDG knowledge products, artworks, performance arts, film showings, etc; and with performances by Cynthia Alexander, Bayang Barrios, Bungkos Palay, and other artists.

WE ARE THE FIRST GENERATION THAT CAN ERADICATE POVERTY

For more information, visit www.millenniumcampaign.ph or email millenniumcampaign.ph@undp.org. You may also text MDG to 2948 (Globe, Sun, Touch Mobile) or 3940 (Smart, Talk & Text, Addict Mobile) for information, MDG updates and mobile content keywords.

fun and games!

2006-10-11T20:10:00.000+08:00

my grandmother loves wowowee.

and because her TV's broken, i let her use mine.

Grandma: fun! fun! fun!

Mutti: fun! fun! fun!

Me: ugh.

Mutti: Don't be so antipatika. Why are you always expecting everyone to be as smart as you, UP people?!

Is that really the issue?
The thing with noontime shows and how they make me cringe is that they are so mindless. Of course we can't expect everyone to be smart, but we shouldn't make such a big show out of people being forced to do stupid things.

I know, sometimes it's good to have fun without having to think,without having to appear smart, but sometimes it's just poor exploitation. Am I being to starchy stiff upper lipped here? I don't think so.

Some of my friends think that sometimes I'm being too "elitista".

I don't think so.

I guess I'll just quote some lines from an Itchyworms song...

Halina at sumama
sa programa na pang -masa
hindi kailangang magaling ka
basta?t bibo?t bongga ka
wala naman kayong alam
(ginagawa kayong tanga)
laging sinusubaybayan

It's just so depressing to watch all these people pin down all their dreams on a noontime show. Sure, they can be fun and they can actually be entertaining. There's just this one question (still from the itchyworms song "theme from noontime show")...

Hanggang dito na lang ba ang masa?

the aftermath

2006-10-11T19:44:00.000+08:00

gaaaahd.

just how evil can the math department be?

i stayed up until 1 AM studying, but i think it didn't help much. dammit. i even went to school earlier, because ma'am alelie told us to take the morning exam.

Gwapo DAW kasi yung proctor.

Hallur?!! He's so not hot kaya.

Not naman that he's so lupa, but he's so that's entertainment tuesday group level.

So not worth waking up early.

As for the test, it was the crappiest of my three long exams. I figured that I probably got a looow score in that one. So, hello math books again in preparation for the finals.

Yesterday was sooo blah. Since, officially there are no more classes, I didn't get to see the fab crew. I felt so blah, so unloved.

That's why tonight, I'm reading the friendster testimonials of my friends. I can't believe how much they glorified me!

Hahaha.

and i'm still not over the Cello attack that Janica and Dash did the other night. I kept asking Anne and 3xa if that was really so lupa of me not to approach him.

They said no.

I prefer diplomacy.

Part Lupa, Part Fab,
XXmimose ze queenXX
To the fab crew: Save October 20th. Fabulosity awaits.

my neurotic friends

2006-10-10T12:34:00.000+08:00

hello darlings! i am currently on a typing frenzy, in an attempt to pass my Creative Writing10 portfolio on time.

But first, let me recall a winning moment from yesterday's Cello-hunting activities.

I still could not believe they did it.

Dash and Janica, my ever kapal friends did the unthinkable.

"Kuya, excuse me po. Pwede po ba kayong picture-an? Kasi po last day na po ng sem, eh crush ko po kasi kayo.

"Huh? Seryoso ba kayo?"

"Opo."

"Ah,sige. Pero pwedeng wag solo?"

"Ok lang po. Thank you po talaga!"

And I am now being taunted by Dash for chickening out. I could not believe how embarrased I was for them. But then again, who said they were embarrassed about it?

all the fun in the world!

brain drain

2006-10-08T14:21:00.000+08:00

for those who are currently loaded with papers and exams, i recommend:

**super ice cold extra joss
yeah, i know it sounds lupa but it's pretty much effective. you have no other choice but to stay awake after drinking a glass.

**Boy Bawang
hahahaha... this one is fun, fun, fun! It's like munching on aquarium pebbles, perfect for keeping yourself awake at 3 AM.

**Lasing na Seaman Medley
Now this one keeps me sane. I suggest you start looking for those (really) old tapes or CD's with these songs.. (Good luck if you can download them anywhere)

1. Hotel California
2. Soldier of Fortune
3. House of the Rising Sun
4. and my ultimate fave.. I don't know the title, but it says "one day in the year of the fox.."

Where did I get those? From my Lasing na Seaman neighbors! Just when I needed a safe and conducive place to study, my lovely neighbors decided to have a videoke/pass-out party.

TO DO:
*SocSci3 prefinals paper
*CW10 term paper
*CW10 portfolio
*Study for Math long test
*Find outfit for RED SHIRT DAY

BTW, tomorrow is RED SHIRT DAY for UP Diliman people. It's our last chance this sem to protest against the upcoming tuition fee increase and other additional fees.

Nous combattrons!

Gosh, I'm so fabulously lupa!
XXmimose, ze queen!

quickies: bite sized-bwahahahahas

2006-10-07T10:13:00.000+08:00

last night, i went home late. i was wearing my weird skirt and my very reliable tsinelas, and way too much make up.

i barely put down my bags when my parents came to me and my very worried father, Vatti asked..

"Anak, magsabi ka ng totoo. Komunista ka na ba?"

Me: "Hilarious. I think you need to sleep now."

uber chakaness!

2006-10-05T21:03:00.000+08:00

gaaahd! we are wasting time at kelly's technohouse chuva- some internet shop near the apartment.

and this guy, "Jofer" the ehem, shopkeeper has been watching me through a webcam in the other table. I didn't know it was pointed at me.

Gaaaaahd! JOFER, WAIT UNTIL I GET MY LAPTOP AFTER SEMBREAK! I SWEAR I'LL NEVER SET FOOT IN YOUR CRAPPY COMPUTER SHOP AGAIN! YOU ARE SO EFFING LUPA, YOU PERVO!

Why do I get harrassed so much lately???!!!! Just awhile ago, Jofer the orc commented that "Iba ang aura mo ngayon ha.." and kept staring at me while I was typing my English Paper.

Gaaaahd! It could have been okay if Jofer wasn't so much of an orc. Gaaaaahd! He's one of the most LUPA persons ever! Two weeks ago, "Froilan" the security guard of Breadwinner (a convenience store) asked me if I had foreign blood.

I was all like, "Huh? What are you talking about?"
(as in um-English talaga ang Lola niyo!)

He said, "Mukha ka kasing Indian."
and then he touched my arm.

"OH MY GOD!!!! FUCK OFF, YOU PERVERT! TANGINA MO!!!!! WALA KA NG CAREER!"

Is there something about me that just seems so inviting to the lowest of life forms? I mean, sorry talaga. They could have been Sam Milbys and Orlando Blooms, and their little perv game could have been fun.

BUT THEY ARE SO FRIGGIN LUPA!

This is why I am telling everyone to take SocSci3.

In other uber chaka news,
(I got this from the UP College of Mass Communication Website)

Mass Comm students are creative, dynamic and intelligent. Coming from across the country, and sometimes even from abroad, they have gifts gab and pen. At Mass Comm, they refine these talents, in preparation for the time when they will take the reins of Philippine and international communication and mass media industries.

This year, the College has nearly 1,500 students, of whom 23% are males and 77% are females. Four-fifths of them are in the undergraduate level.

What a wonderful male to female ratio! And hello???!!! How many of those males are gay??!!!

I say it doesn't matter, but why is the whole universe conspiring against me? Come on! I never shoplifted. I don't do drugs. Why can't I get a *decent* man?!

Answer me now.

written catharsis: a post-lupa reflection

2006-10-05T20:28:00.000+08:00

Last Wednesday, we had our final meeting for SocSci3 class. So far, it has been the most influential class I ever took, in my entire life. After a whole semester of Exploring Gender and Sexuality, I can now safely say that I have gotten to know myself better. I have learned to respect myself and my sexuality more. I became more accepting of other people, and myself.

SocSci3 under Sir Michael Tan is definitely life changing. It has been, as expected, very liberating. If more people had a deeper understanding of gender and sexuality, and these two form the core of our characters, the world would be a whole lot better.

The funny thing was, after the lecture, we were given a post test. No sweat, just easy stuff like explain how vasectomy is different from castration. I got stumped on the last part though.

We were supposed to choose from the following to describe who we are at this age:

exclusively heterosexual
primarily heterosexual
bisexual
primarily homosexual
exclusively homosexual
others: please specify

It took me ten minutes to answer this. Months ago, I would have checked "exclusively heterosexual" without even thinking. Now, I am thinking that I do not exactly want to belong to any particular category. Not that I'm asexual, but it simply doesn't matter to me anymore.

Naturally, I am still your kikay party girl from hell. I just got a bit smarter and decided that maybe I am just primarily heterosexual.

XXXXXXX

In other news, I cut Math class today to type an English paper. It was just a friggin homework, but knowing Dr.Diva (my prof)- I decided to go OC along the way and produced a four-page report on the Philippine Language Crisis, complete with interviews of the former Associate Dean of UP College of Arts and Letters.

Lumalaban!

The sad part, Dr. Diva played deadma. She didn't show up!!!!!!!!! Gaaaahd. I missed Math class for nothing! Well, not exactly nothing. At least I outdid SnottyClassmateX by two pages.

Pee in your pants, dahlings!
XX mimose, the queenXX

something for cello fans!

2006-10-03T20:21:00.000+08:00

if we're really friends, and you promise not to squeal...
i'm gonna share with you a pic of the uber hotness guy eveeeerrrr...

pee in your pants, darlings!

so lupa.

2006-10-03T20:16:00.000+08:00

i'm so lupa right now.

but it's all my fault.

well, it's not ctually my fault. somehow, i badly wished for stress for the past weeks, and because i am such a good girl, i get whatever i wish for-- and more!

at present i am loaded with:

a paper on eng1 about the language situation in the philippines
a portfolio in creative writing,including an essay on "The Isaw"
a pre-finals paper in socsci3 explaining how our sexuality is not dictated by hormones
and a lovely script for a puppet show in eng1

ooh! to make things more exciting, i have a long test in math11 next week.

gaaaaahd! i am so lupa.

i can't believe i've been to school for 20 weeks, because i feel like i haven't learn much- save for the cmprehensive introduction to sexuality and poetry.

i can't wait for sembreak. this calls for ice cold extra joss and a really hot guy!

Nous combattrons!

feeling lupa all the way...
XXmimose,the queenXX

to all my friends... please give me some love!

Partaaaaaaaaaay!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-10-01T17:20:00.000+08:00

after hours of hard work....

i finally got it!

i now know cello's name!!!!
you are mine, cello!
miiinnnnneeeeeeee!!!!

task force cello updates!

2006-10-01T15:32:00.000+08:00

hahahaha! this is so sick. i am currently loaded with more than 10 papers, but i still choose to waste time looking for cello bits.

we are one step closer, team!

"Minnie B." (obviously not his real name), Cello's gay friend is confirmed to be a member of a known org in UP. (at hindi ito UP Babaylan)

aaaand, being the master stalker that I am (Sybs and Mia, I'm sure you'll be proud of me!) I *think* I got a picture of cello!

I think.

Come on! I'm a (relatively) good kid!

Give me some funnnn!!!

dance and be happy (and gay)!

2006-10-01T14:16:00.000+08:00

Last Wednesday, my good friend Carlo and I went to the gym to watch Jhek's first ever dance recital in UP.

Wow. at may tickets pala ito. skechers pa ang sponsor. winner!

It was soooo much fun. We stood at the sidelines, waiting nervously for Jhek's modern jazz performance.

Carlo: Do you have a camera or video cam?
Me: Ay shit! I forgot! Camera phone lang dala ko.. Lowbatt pa! Darn!

Wow! Stage parents ito.

Anyway, we were so proud to see Jhek dance. Galing talaga! Too bad he didn't have a solo part. And too bad he's so tall now, cos he was always at the back. Never the less, he did really well.

Bading na bading!

Just kidding. You know I love you, Jhek. Hahaha.

For the best part, I'm sure all my friends who were there would agree that it was during a performance of the UP Filipiniana when two male dancers kissed.

Bliss.

And all the while I was crushing on one of the male dancers. I don't know if I am thrilled or crushed.

On the way home, I asked Janica and Jhek, "Why is it that all the guys I like are rumored to be gay, presently and/or previously linked to gay guys or worse, known to be openly gay?"

Jhek, being the smart BS Math major that he is (as if this matters) said matter-of-factly, "Kasi all these years, you were wishing for a hot, gay friend. See, God is very generous. Ayan, you got more than what you wished for."

Talaga lang.

Should I be affected? Ever since I came to UP I have evolved into a gay rights advocate, much to the surprise of well, no one. Lukaret ka naman talaga. After seeing Brokeback Mountain, I have come to realize (naks! epiphany ito!) that Love transcends whatever limitations we try to set.

I always tell my friends, they are lucky because I love them. I am not a very nice person, but I try to be loving. That's why I don't care if you are straight, gay or inanimate.

I don't even care if you're an asparagus.

I'm just asking you to try to be happy for me.

Haaay.. Kasi naman, Lance Bass why did you do that to me????!!!

Hahahaha.
I love you all, darlings!
XOXO mimose, the queen

task force cello

2006-09-24T10:44:00.000+08:00

i so love my friends! they have been such a wonderful support group. anyway, here's a blow by blow account of what happened last thursday in our attempt to unveil cello's real identity.

12:50
Almost everyone (by this I mean the fab crew a.k.a. task force cello) already left the unofficial tambayan, except for Dash who's the only one free at around that time and moi, obviously waiting for *someone*.

In my utter despair, Cello is still invisible, and so I decided to just head to my Eng1 class because that is what i really am supposed to be doing.

Then, magic happened. Cello walked past me! Hahahaha! He was wearing purple!

Dash! Cello's here!!!! Run!
sender:me

I'm eating lunch. Where is he? Do u want me to get his number?
sender: dash

Dash is the absolute kapal person i know. She can get away with asking for money or autographs and pictures and cellphone numbers!

Whaaaat?!! Go! But, no! Run!
sender: me

unfortunately, we were not able to catch up with Cello. Hence, the boring 1 and a half hour of Eng1.

Flashfoward to 3:00 pm
Location: the unofficial tambayan at the depression, AS lobby

Me: Oh my God! It's Cello!
Everyone: Whaaaat?!! Where! He's wearing purple! He looks gay! No! He looks hot!
Treisha: You're not going to follow him?
Me: No! But, hell yeah! Let's go!
Maan: Let's buy hot monay after..

Cello usually awlks along the AS walk, turns left, passes by CASAA and peacefully proceeds to PHAN (the dep't of psychology). but not today.

He turned right.
What? He's heading for the frat tambayan??!!!

Syempre, false alarm lang yun.
He went to the Third World Studies Library.

What?! May ganung place?!!!
Hahahaha!

to: janica
You won't believe this! Cello went to the third world studies lib!
sender: me

after an impulsive purchase of donuts and hot monay, i met janica at the tambayan. janica's currently doing a paper on lesbian relationships and decided to go to the third world lib to do some "research".

Fun! Fun! Fun!
After two hours... Janica brought in the good news.

to: me
(bleep!)you won't believe this! i got his name!!!!
sender: janica

as expected the whole fab crew met janica outside the third world lib..
janica: you won't guess his name!
then, she showed us a book call slip and pointed to the name neatly written in print Scott, James

everyone: oh my gosh! ang sosyal!
lowell: wait! may comma after scott, so that's his surname!
janica: sabagay, mukha naman talaga siyang may lahi.
everyone: korek! finally mistery solved! destiny ito! parehas kayong "james"!

just when everyone was rejoicing, my good friend Carlo, the rational one got the piece of paper and said,

Wait lang! You got the author's name. He didn't write his name.

Whaaaaaaaat?!
There were eight of us and as usual it took one MBB student to figure out that we were wrong all the time.

Hahaha.
Cue music: Tumatakbo by Mojofly

I love my friends!