| I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas, please. |

I love you Bruno! And if it's quite alright, I need you Bruno! Tanananananan! Let me love you, Bruno, let me love you!

Okay, me and Diego are so bored. I have a headache, and we're singing "Beat It" and "Poker Face". Is it just me, or is it really hot? Oh yeah. I'm wearing a jacket. Which is a bit stupid.

My head is spinning.

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| Don't let me go when you can keep me. |

Cleaning, packing, sorting! I SWEAR TO GOD, the worse thing about moving to a new place is this part. Makes me want to NOT move anymore.

Look at our house. It's like ground zero of natural calamity number one. All of the rooms are upturned, clothes, blankets, and curtains are half-strewn out of boxes. It's a mess!

Tempers flare and patience runs low. My mom won't let me touch my guitar or the computer, at the very least. It's so boring.

I wish moving was like how you do it in The Sims. Or like in Harry Potter, with Accio and Depulso and Wingardium Leviosa (I'm such a freak, I know). Or like in Mary Poppins. I loo-ove Mary Poppins.
 

Sigh. It's raining again. And it's cold, even here inside the house. I'm in tiny shorts and socks. Talk about oxymoron. AGHHH I cannot wait to go out. I'm going out later. I can't wait. I'm craving for something and I gotta have it. Just this one last time.

Those boxes that you see right there? Those are for our clothes. I don't know if we're planning to have them shipped or something. I hope not. 'Cause then we'd have to wait a month for it to arrive in Scarborough.

UGHHHH I miss my best friends. Especially Eos, who's right there in North America already. Isn't that such a huge coincidence? I already have a friend when I move away. And not just any friend. A best friend.

SIGH. Okay. I am so bored I'm talking like a silly little prude and trying to hide the fact that I am a sexy, evil, little minx . >:) Haha, if everyone referred to me as such, I'd die a happy girl, with roses in my hands and a smile plastered on my face.

Okay. "Plaster" reminds me of Michael Jackson. You know, I don't believe he was gay and that he molested little boys. He was just chasing his childhood. And besides, he's dead, so give him a break.

I believe if I don't stop talking my head would explode and get the blue walls dirty and there will never be enough disinfectant to take it off, so I will shut up now. Good bye.

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| Today has so far been okay. |

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| Facebook told me I am a liar. |

It says: "You are an expert liar: You are a natural liar so you might as well be a diploma or an actor / actress if you haven't considered that for a profession! You come across as genuine and trustworthy even when you are telling the biggest lie under the sun, because people are so easily convinced by your charisma and the vivid way you phrase the lie. Go you!"

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| Bruno is my secret keeper. |

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| I miss your bed, I never sleep. |

I have a feeling. And it's on my chest. It feels really heavy and awful, and I'm sweating (of course, I should probably mention that my window is closed), and I can't do anything about it.

I wanna lie down on my bathroom floor, and maybe cry a few tears, sob a few sobs. But hey. Our bathroom doesn't have the extravagant floor space. And besides, it hasn't been cleaned. So I'll settle for a bed somewhere (I say that because the beds in our bedroom are not available, they have been affected by the rampage of packing), and cry my tears and sob my sobs there.

My parents hate my guts. Because I don't sleep early. Is it really my fault I have so much to think about I can't fall asleep easy? I think about things I shouldn't be thinking about. I think about things that really, really hurt in places I don't even have a name for. These things are consequently irreversible until the end of time--no, there is no 'unless' to this. Things really are as bad as they seem--maybe even a lot more. But I don't know. I suppose the world has forgotten about it, but I believe it's only because I'm out of sight most of the time. You know what they say: out of sight, out of mind.

I know what you're thinking. You think I'm being overly sensitive, because the world has bigger problems. Like getting your debts paid, or moving your family to North America. But I'm 18 years old. My problems are as major as getting the debts paid are for you, believe me. There's only so much that my mental and emotional capacity can handle, so please spare me. Besides, something in me has really changed, and just for the record, I believe I'm putting up a good fight. I hardly even talk about anything, save for a few conversations with the voice in my head (cuckoo).

That's what I think about at night.Of course, it's the condensed version.

Bottom line is fateful nights really do happen, and sadly, unfortunately, one had happened to me. Even more unfortunate is the fact that I still have not recovered, and I'm scared I might never. But like this one person said to me, I just gotta deal with it.

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| Suck on chocolate caramel balls. |

SOURBELTS! Sour apple lollies! Chocolate caramel balls. Everything I want but don't need right now. How more ironic can you get?

Haven't you noticed? The things you really, truly want are most usually the things you ultimately cannot have. And, yeah. That sucks balls. Like seriously. In a whole new different level.

I just finished getting nail lacquer off my nails. They look like crap. And I'm recording this song I made a cover of, which I am posting later, for the world to hear. Na-na-na-na.

I'm very very bored. Very.

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| Practice Makes Perfect. |

And while my Internet connection refused to cooperate, I decided to hone my skills at Freecell *smirk*, which is basically just another term for "what-you-do-when-you-are-very-very-bored-and-when-your-Internet-is-acting-up-like-a-swotty-little-drip".

HAVE I MENTIONED?! My dad is gonna get out of the hospital tomorrow, he is totally fine, no blockages anywhere! Yipee. Hooray! Yahoo.

But because he is just getting out of the hospital tomorrow, I cannot go clubbing tomorrow night. I have to stay home and knit or do some other boring old lady-like stuff to be called a "good daughter". Annoying, I know. But what can I do? Sneak out? And get caught.?And be grounded by my mom forever and ever until the end of time? No. Sneaking out is not an option.

WHICH REMINDS ME. I have to do the laundry with my sisters tomorrow. Which means I can't stay up late tonight, otherwise I'd be super cranky.

HERE I GO AGAIN, talking nonsense. Shut up, you know me too well. :|

OH OH I saw Hannah Montana The Movie and I would just like to say that I wanna be Miley. I wanna be her. Not just like her, but be her--completely and totally. Except maybe for the face, and the body, and the voice. You know. I love it! I saw it today with Ate Maren, Ate Pim, Diego, and Kuya Gear. The two boys didn't really wanna watch but what are they gonna do? They know better than to mess with Ate Pim *snicker*. Besides, Diego is a total closet fan of Miley and Kuya Gear is now a convert. HAHAHAHA.

Here's the trailer, for you to hate (probably) and for me to L-O-V-E and gush over til the end of time. And the dude who played her partner, Travis? Stud muffin supreme. I swear. If I had any detachable limbs and appendages on my body (like my lips for instance) they'd have fallen off and stuck to the screen the minute his face came on.

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I'm also still waiting for the showing of UP, Disney's new digitally animated movie about this old guy who decides to fly his house (!) with a bunch of balloons (!!).

And there is also this new movie coming out, The Princess and The Frog, from Disney also, in their trademark cartoon fashion--you know, the way Beauty and The Beast was made and all the other Disney classics we grew up with?

ANOTHER I AM WAITING FOR is of course, Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince, which is showing on theaters on July 15, Wednesday (this reminds me, that's Dundee's birthday). My sister is snagging us tickets for the July 14 last full show. I'm so excited!

AND should I even mention? The Proposal is coming out in a couple of days, I wanna watch that too. AND I COULD! Because I have no school! For the time being.

(Don't be jealous, I have to do the laundry tomorrow, remember?)

Dear God, I am so talkative. Please staple my lips together, so I can refrain from talking or kissing boys. Amen.

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| FIRST POST TIME! |

I've taken my previous blog off the web, http://whiteappledrops.blogspot.com A.K.A. my Red Jolly Rancher blog because of certain reasons I am not really willing to divulge (believe me, your eyes would roll up to your head and you would puke) and I believe I needed a change. The blog is still up, actually, and--you guessed it--still full of the deliciously scandalous things you know I love to write, but it is for my eyes only now *impish grin*.

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So, update, update!

We're moving to NORTH AMERICA in a couple of months, everyone is excited. I know what you're thinking. NORTH AMERICA! We're moving to North America in a couple of months!! Well, okay, fine that's probably not exactly what you're thinking but it's what I'm thinking so I guess that should make sense to you right about now.

TA-DAAHH!

(I hacked this photo off Google Maps.)

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Yesterday we went to Asian to have my dad scheduled for an angiogram, since his cardiologist thinks he needs one. Don't worry, he's fine, he's okay. Except of course for the possibility of an obstruction in one of his arteries *worried face*.

But I have this photo of him to remind me he is gonna get through the angiogram with positive results--or in this case, negative, since a positive would mean he does have a blockage in one of his arteries, therefore meaning that the positive result is actually a negative (oh you get it).

HERE IT IS!
Yes, he is adorable, I think so too. He was candy bingeing with us yesterday. Those things stuck to his teeth? Yeah, can you say SOURBELTS? I love sourbelts. He loves sourbelts, too. I love him! And he loves me too! :)

(I remember one time I told this guy that my dad is Vietnamese, and he totally believed me. He went around for weeks thinking I was born half-Vietnamese and half-Filipino. HAHAHAHA.)

Okay, back to serious business. I'm actually nervous about the angiogram.. It's gonna happen tomorrow, at noon. An angiogram is when they put a catheter through a vein in the groin or the forearm to see the insides of the vessels to check for blockages. (For more info, check this out: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coronary_angiography). We're all hoping my dad does not have anything on his arteries.

So my mom says it looks like my dad's probably gonna get out of the hospital on Saturday since the procedure is tomorrow and all. I guess this means I can't go clubbing with my babes on that night, what with my dad just getting out of the hospital.. I'm telling you. This being-a-good-daughter thing I'm trying out is pretty hard.

HAHAHAHAHA. I was just kidding. I'm not cut out for that, I'm a very disagreeable person, almost diabolical, in fact.

And YES! I was taking pictures at the hospital and people were looking at me! Because it's not allowed to take photos in the hospital. Tee-hee-hee.

I THINK I WANNA END THIS POST NOW, BECAUSE IF I DON'T I BELIEVE I WILL RUN AT THE MOUTH FOR HAVING SO MUCH TO SAY IN SO LITTLE SPACE AND I HAVE TO TAKE A SHOWER BECAUSE I'M ALL STICKY AND IT'S SO HUMID IN THIS ROOM. There, I've alreadystarted torunatthemouth andI'mstarting to forget to usethespacebar and it'sannoying becauseIreallystillhave so muchtosayand bla.. bla.. bla..

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