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HELLO, SWEETCAKE. ♥



THE WEATHER FORECAST TODAY IS SUNNY.

You're in for a treat.

(I do not own any of the photos unless otherwise stated. Or unless it's obvious that they're mine.)


THE GREAT DIVIDE.



Nobody knows.
But I'm in love with the world.


I'm right now at the gloriously confusing age of NINETEEN.

I am still the same girl,
but with new tactics,
a new boyfriend,
a new lease on life,
and a brand new transcontinental address from where I used to live.



SURF MY WAVE.


MusicPlaylist
Music Playlist at MixPod.com

Blow me a kiss.



Blast from a few months back.
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009
November 2009
December 2009
January 2010
September 2010

CLICK!

Ate Maren
Jacque
Cat
Sarah
Nici
XTY
Chiui
Isay
Jhoice
Ate Yvan

<3
GoFugYourself
Perez Hilton
Inday's Blog
Blogfish
Honie





Welcome to my Carnival.


You are entitled to a sneak peek at what my heart looks like from the inside.


(K these photos are mine, I took them at the CNE!)


Tuesday, August 18, 2009

| This love has taken its toll on me. |


We have been in Makati for more than 9 hours now. Had my breakfast, lunch, and dinner here. It's my mom's birthday today, so let me take this chance to greet her a very scrumptious (if that is a word)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NANAY!
I love you.
The reason we're here is because of the COA sponsored by the IOM for immigrants like us. That's a lot of letters, I know. It's the Canadian Orientation Abroad. Some seminar thing you have to attend before getting into Canada. It mainly just talks you through some stuff you need to do in your first weeks.
I so want to go there already, my life is SO on pause. And I'm so bored. And I just want to get all the packing done. Our flight got moved to the 14th of September which is okay, save for the fact that Diego and I will probably not be able to start school on the 8th. Meaning, we're getting in a few days late. Talk about embarassing! What if the school in Canada is just like what you see in the movies? I feel like I'm gonna be sick. As in barf-all-over-yourself type of sick. :|
I gotta go. :(


Friday, August 14, 2009

| Those hands are hands I know only too well. |


If you want to get over someone, get under someone else.

Yes. You know that adage? It's probably the most stupid one I have ever encountered. Because getting under someone else entails investment of emotions on the person. And we all know what sometimes (if not more often) happens next.. We learn that it wasn't worth investing emotions on this particular person, even though you're just using them to get over somebody. And the person you got under turns into the person you want to get over. Well, what do you expect? You get under them, you gotta get over them sometime.


I believe the adage should be changed.


It should be something like this:


If you want to get over someone, get over them.
And then get under someone else, and ask nicely if you can stay there.
 
 
Now that's just so much better, isn't it?



| It's almost like you had it planned.. |


Oh, well. Stuck at home with nothing do. But I'm pretty sure I have a rare, undiscovered case of chronic mono so being at home is actually a good thing.
In a few minutes, there will only be two people in this house, Diego and myself, because my sister is leaving for godknowswhere--and that's hardly a good thing because that's one less person to bug.
Remember a few entries ago when I mentioned we're soon leaving for North America? Yeah. We're STILL soon leaving for North America. And we've laid off the packing, we are now currently just taking things easy and planning to "wing it". We're having this ginormous garage sale next week where everything must go, except for the clothes on our backs. And the clothes we are to bring, and a few exceptions of CDs, books, documents, guitars, photographs, casserole dishes, and other little knickknacks we're sure to need.
Aside from the mono, I'm also pretty sure it's already spinal fluid coming out of my nose and not just your regular, annoying snot. I could be a lifeless body by tonight. (X_X)
Oh dear lord, I am so bored. I am so bored out of my wits. I'm quite positive Marvin Gaye has accomplished what I've been merely trying to do so by putting his feelings into words through a song:
And when I get that feeling
I want sexual healing
Sexual healing, oh baby
Makes me feel so fine
I'M KIDDING, of course. Well, who am I to say, really? I'm willing to bet a million dollars that it took Marvin Gaye great incredible boredom to have actually written a song about sexual intercourse being some sort of remedy.
Oh fuck it. It's the mono. I'm sure.