Emmegawd.

This has really been one heck of a week.

i have all the time in the world yet my whole awesmumness[LOL Ü] just can’t bring itself to go online [and do what i do most of the time]..but WHY????! ..i dunno what happened. i felt like all my energy just got sucked out of me. and by what? I DON”T KNOW! that’s what really bugs me. what did i do to lose all that energy? where did all of that awesummness go? [LOL for the loss of a better term. Ü]

GAH!!!!

i am really ticked off. i feel so . . . ugh. weird. in a rotten tomatoes kind of way. blech. well, i just have to suck it up and try ever so hard to lift up my mood.

*thinking* hmm.. maybe it’s PMS… nah. i don’t get that. harhar. *

or maybe i’m just THIS bored.

might be.

well, gotta cheer miself up. i’ve got a job interview tomorrow. prolly.. LOL Ü

ta-ta for now. best of luck to yuz lives. Ü

ciao! ^^

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Web Home

much as it pains me to say this, i’ve found a new and more me-friendly host to my blogs.
juct click on the slinky-link below. (if the link works.. ^^)

http://www.kookymilkshakes.i.ph

if the link doesn’t work, however, you COULD just paste it on your address box, couldn’t you?

haven’t posted anything in it since i just created it literally a few moments ago..
i’ve been having so much fun tweaking it and stuff that i haven’t found anything to write about..
i’ll just probably transfer some articles from some of my blogs to the kooky one..

i’ll keep you guys posted!^^

please, delight yourself i reading my stuff . . . or not. whichever. hehe

enjoy! the new year!

—————

ah the new year..

new things,
new ideas,

new blog.

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Intellectual Orgasm

December 15, 2008.

From subjects of interest such as modern architecture to late Renaissance paintings and sculptures, from the topics of nudity to arrogance, and from choice of films like “a beautiful mind” over “tanging ina mo”, our humanities professor is never at loss for words or opinions.

He always has this way of capturing my attention even when i am in my deepest concentration (most likely thinking about what awaits me at lunch). the way his words wrap around the subject of his liking seems to be that of a mother caressing her baby and, at the same time, like an obsessed admirer clutching his most prized memorabilia. he just has this command, this conviction, over whatever topic catches his fancy.

like early today. in our humanities class. He was calling names, each instructed to explain what “the difference between an artisan and a craftsman” is. i was scrambling to gather my thoughts, which all seemed unwilling to be gathered, as the idea of early dismissal was nearly screaming its way out of me. he called one student and his(student) answer seemed way off base so he(the prof) wasn’t even nearly satisfied. even when he just wants us to know that, he goes and says, “Let’s have intellectual orgasm here. the foreplay isn’t enough.”and the whole class burst into laughter, as were I.

that right there made me realize right then (even after the conclusion i had earlier that morning: that i HATE my humanities class and i was leaning to the idea of dropping the subject altogether and just take it up again this summer.) that i sort of LIKE the discussions we have in class, i LIKE the way the professors logic is rubbing off on me, and i LIKE that i learn a little more about the basics of art and life as days of our classes pass by (when i even have the determination to arrive in class ON TIME, or even have the guts to go in even when I’m late and missed the first thirty minutes of the one-hour long subject).

sometimes, i even amaze myself at how insensitive i am to the “your late” stares of some people in class. awesumm.

going back . . .

our professor really has this way of speaking that enthralls or hypnotizes even those who have the attention span of a goldfish (which, FYI, is NOT tat long: 4-7 seconds. wow.) . . . .

His words even move me to think that i myself am capable to think articulately and intellectually or even sensibly as he does. It amazes me how much his mouth cooperates with his brain so skillfully. I so wish i could do what he does: turn brilliant and astute ideas and opinions into a sharp, witty, penetrating, and eloquent manner. He so passionately talks about art that the way his thoughts flow freely through his words take me to where his own thoughts lie: may it be the Renaissance or yesterday, or may it be in Germany or the Philippines, his words give it all out.

It’s like he himself is engrossed i his own memories, or wherever nostalgia takes him, that he sidetracks himself most often from what really should be our topic (like today: the medium of art). He doesn’t go far off track though, he still finds the right words to relate everything to what really should be our topic.

After listening to him discuss about Michelangelo’s La Pieta, the only work that he signed his name on; the story of Michelangelo’s resentment in painting the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel; and his preference of Michelangelo over Leonardo DaVinci, I was moved to think that I myself am capable once more to become an artisan in my own right.

With all that said, our Humanities professor really never ceases to amaze me with his mood swings, eloquence, and unique choice of words.

You GO, Sir!

*applauds*

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L.O.V.E. 911

Every girl dreams that one day she will find someone that does these things for her. even the smallest action can have the BIGGEST impact in someones life.

• give her one of your t-shirts to sleep in.

• leave her cute text notes.

• kiss her in front of your friends.

• tell her she looks beautiful.

• look into her eyes when you talk to her.

• let her mess with your hair.

• touch her hair.

• just walk around with her.

• FORGIVE her for her MISTAKES.

• look at her like she’s the only girl you see.

• tickle her even when she says stop.

• hold her hand when you’re around your friends.

• be the one to take her hand, don’t make her reach for you

• be the one to call her, don’t make her always call you

• when she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her.

• let her fall asleep in your arms.

• get her mad, then kiss her.

• tease her and let her tease you back.

• stay up all night with her when she’s sick.

• watch her favorite movie with her.

• kiss her forehead.

• write her letters.

• let her wear your clothes.

• when she’s sad, hang out with her.

• let her know she’s important.

• let her take all the photos she wants of you.

• kiss her in the pouring rain.

• when you fall in love with her, tell her.

• and when you tell her, love her like you’ve never loved someone before.

hope the guys really find out about the so-called “taboo” and perplexing ways of how the female psyche works. i totally don’t get why they find us, vixens, so hard to read. like, what IS there to go loco about? what’s there NOT to get?!

ultimate tip for guys:

just pay attention to details, be respectful, be REALLY faithful, and be spontaneous.

and contrary to what they say, we want guys who are very protective and can get a dose of healthy jealousy at times.

that’s it. nothing more, nothing less. your woman will totally adore you for life.

good luck boys! may the force be with you . . . \^o^/ haha

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The Moon

Okay.

Tonight IS the very night that I’ve seen the moon shine it’s brightest.

And indeed, it has.

Never before have i really seen its luminescence as intensified as it had been predicted to be true tonight.

Well done, astronomy.

Disappoint me, it has not.

Anyway . . .

With Rob P. singing Never Think passionately in my playlist, i couldn’t shove the feeling of utter yearning to write in my mediocre and virtually empty blog.

Now, what to write? What to write?

hmmm..

well, apart from the fact that i was immensely irritated and annoyed by the horrifying truth that exams are nearing AND i still am not i the “studying mood”, i am deeply frustrated with the in-your-face fact that i am not getting any younger AND i still don’t have anything worthy of being termed as an “accomplishment”.

A full moon might have helped shed some light in my, almost on a daily basis, comically nonsense psyche.

Surprisingly yet contrarily so, (brace yourself. sarcasm coming . . .) it has been of REAL help taking me to nostalgia, giving me ideas of what i could have done and have been doing if i were passionate enough with life, etcetera, etcetera . . .

what then is the silver lining on this sudden realization o’ mine?

hmmm.. i have yet to acknowledge that though. (Maybe when I’m past depression and resentment for my lost youth, then i will have the time to ponder on this one. hmm.. maybe.)

for the mean time, i will just settle myself in a comfy chair, with American Mouth chanting Flightless Bird in my iPod, with a cup of hot coco in my hand, and engross myself with the beauty of the silvery white , bright Moon.

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the hellion’s amour

a poem i made for my friend’s homework about idioms (or what my friend and i call “idiots”). it was inspired by a not-so-unpopular story. you might be able to guess after a line or two. it’s not that hard to catch.

—–start——

a long , long time ago, i thought

a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

but now that i’ve gathered what i would have not,

come hell or high water, i’d fight for us.

sometimes, it may seem

cut the mustard, i cannot.

still, in the fight for your right,

i will succeed, doubt me not.

It’s a cock and bull story

of how we’ve come this far.

This might crack someone up,

‘coz it was close but no cigar.

we were at the parking lot back then,

your scent hit me like a truck.

well, let’s cut to the chase,

i instantly fell, like a scmuck.

I was about to go on a frenzy,

but i didn’t know what you did to me.

I was about to foam at the mouth,

but i took off, i did flee.

took a chance i did then,

and came back after the hunt.

i knew i was hell in a handbasket,

i should give myself a hard punt.

still, i took the risk,

a big leap at that.

i made friends with you,

took a bunny out of a hat.

then you knew what i am,

what we were,despite all warning.

you told me you didn’t care

about any of my shortcoming.

Down to the wire it will be,

i told myself it could be.

such a thing of beauty, such happiness

could not be for me.

i’m bad to the bone,

such a horrifying monster.

i’m wanting elvis to leave the building,

i want this all to be over.

i don’t want to put you in danger.

i love you too much to give that to you.

but this cloud don’t have a lining in silver.

if it’s not one thing, it’s another.

ergo, i have to let you go.

lend me your ear, let sleeping dogs lie.

we can’t continue, my dear,

or else you all shall die.

this is my farewell,

my last word and goodbye.

i love you, irrevocably.

in your hands, my heart will eternally lie.

—–end——

what d’ya think? i know, “amateur”, right? yeah, well.. no need to rub it in. hehe *kidding

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