im one of those people, who cope with bullshit for a while, until it gets overboard i begin to heat up. like most people, i do not speak up, i do not tell my feelings as often as i should. because we all need someone to talk to, apparantly i dont. because you have the reassurance of those who you can speak to about your problems. i do not. everyone tells someone. its been like that since the dawn of time. " i promise ". after one knows you have the imformation of the others reputation, it spills. only making a massive leak of unknown knowlage to others and a hole of embarrassment.
"so opening your mouth before you speak, try thinking. you dont know who else may know by the end of the day."
Friday, December 12, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
waste eggs and i'll get PETA up on your ass
some dumbfucks these days have no lifes, espesially those who waste eggs for one thing, its to waste off food, but to waste perfectly good eggs is a WHOLE different story! like omfg, dumb kunts!so i just got out of the shower, awsomest shower out, then i did my comb over style hair, popped on the headband and headed downstairs to greet my dad, who had just come home and walked in on me taking a shower ( thankfully leaving immedietly ). our conversation went like this;me ; so how was work dad? dad; oh it was okay, pretty tiring.BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG! these weird sounds just came out of no-where. my dad and i, looked at eachother, and i think i know what we were both thinking. " what the fuck?" we approached the window and saw eggs on my window. my dad looked pretty pissed and headed out to the backyard. frankie came along and started eating the eggs, but thats the lighter side. my dad then washed it off and i went upstairs. as i went upstairs, i spoke to aaron and michael about this asshole. i went on brb for a couple of mins. so i went to check up if this guy was trying to have a go again. from the bathroom window on the second floor, it was pitch dark. all i could see was the fence ( and westpoint LOL ). i waited a few seconds, looking at the fence. i then see a little head, peeking over, as if it was searching to see if the coast was clear, after he checked that it was ( or so that asshole of a son of a gun thought ) his hand raised with the egg intact. at the top of my lungs, i then screamed " OI DICKHEAD PISS OFF! " hearing my voice suddenly he then fell off what he was standing on.and thats how i deal with bogan-egg-wasting-assholes.
thank-you:D:D
thank-you:D:D
The Luvo Disease; keep a low cholesterol
Photos of people latley have become utterly stupid. some people do strange poses, and those poses sometimes to real far and go real stupid. i dont have a problem with a person having a couple of photos, but then begin to have albums full, pilling up and up, thats when it begins to piss me off. things with these photos include poses such as " the hair puffer " , essentially used by Gangas of the sort. a second post is the " birds-eye view " another pose essentially used by gangas with the pointing of the toe and showing of the outfit. another pose of this would be the " lean down, let your shirt drop and look at my boobs!" pose. essentially used by people who would like so show cleavage ( although most who do this dont have fucking boobs, nor nipples ). another thing with this photos is that, some ( or most ) people, when they take photos, they raid their wardrobes, in search for their " awsomely trendderrrr-r-ricif threads". Most photos include captions and tags. The purpose of these are to explain the location and the people in the photo ( shit, i have a runny nose right now ). some people use this as an oppertunity to gain " excpeted complements ". examples of this would be " oh im so ugleh:P " and " im soooo fatt:P " and " are my boobs too small?". alright stop, for one thing they need to learn basic grammar, and two, dont be modest, because in this situation your not being modest, your telling the truth for people can deny it and give you a sense of self-confidence blahblahblah ..most girls who do this sorta shit are the whole " fuck me how BITCH " sort of people. now that scares me, at a sense that my own generation is trying to expand the population of the next generation ( ooooh go that rhyme ). word of advice to guys; " dont fuck these chicks, they have HIV "another thing i dislike is, when your at a party or something, and theres a group of people your age at that party. now your alone, your cousins/ friens havent arrived yet. that group just sits there dawdling at you. they all look at you. if you go outside, thet go outside as a mob. what the fuck is this? the hardy boys. the brady bunch. FUCK man. anyway, they all just look at you. its so fucking annoying -.-" . speaking about family parties, theres this girl i know from a " church " sorta group thing. now me and this girl, hmm lets call her " Filangy " ( i just love that word ). me and " Filangy " dont exactly get along. a little " Family Dispute " happend between me and her. something about me not wanting to play hide and go seek or some shit. anyway, shes at my house for a family party. im sitting in my study room in the interent as per usual, she walks in with her " spice girls mob " of fatass cousins into the room, start eating and mess up my room uninvited. i know this is abit slack but its upstairs aswell, so theyre not meant to be here anyway. they jump on my bed, so on. and then as i sit down they all eye me down while im typing on my laptop, all eye me down and whispering. gah -.-" fucking retards. OH and my mom came in, and told them to like fuck off ( in a nice way ) and Filangy fell down the stairs ranting contines later on -.-"goodnight , as my tummy grumbles.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Internet and Parents; just dont mix for me.
I havent blogged for a while, my articulation didnt feel like coming out of me recently. so im waiting for the youtube live concert, since living in australia, its not the same time so im waiting.
interent ; a wide open thing to reasearch everything you would want to. parents ; caring, love, compassionate people. theres baisically 2 definitions for parents, every child would know. at times they love, care and so on, but the other half they are assholes --". i know its a bad thing to say, but when every kid is angry. all they can really wish is " i wish they were gone ", but when they go, its over.
My parents are those type of people who think im addicted to the computer. the only reason why i do this so much is because:
1) they never let me out of the house
2) if i ask to help with stuff, they say " No " then when they ask me theyre all pissy and saying why i never help
3) i call people once in a while, then theyre all like, you always use the phone -.-
the list is endless .
the bastards give me the laptop for a day, so i use it to my advantage, i mean its a rare event they give it to me. then all they ever say to me is " all you ever do is use the laptop " and all this other random shit. so yeah -.-", even if it requires studying " oh no here we go again excuses!"
even if i wave the paper infront of their faces, they still wouldnt believe me. thats parents for you.
oh, but p.s ;
i raised $6000 dollars over 4 years, im buying a notebook today without them knowing :P
interent ; a wide open thing to reasearch everything you would want to. parents ; caring, love, compassionate people. theres baisically 2 definitions for parents, every child would know. at times they love, care and so on, but the other half they are assholes --". i know its a bad thing to say, but when every kid is angry. all they can really wish is " i wish they were gone ", but when they go, its over.
My parents are those type of people who think im addicted to the computer. the only reason why i do this so much is because:
1) they never let me out of the house
2) if i ask to help with stuff, they say " No " then when they ask me theyre all pissy and saying why i never help
3) i call people once in a while, then theyre all like, you always use the phone -.-
the list is endless .
the bastards give me the laptop for a day, so i use it to my advantage, i mean its a rare event they give it to me. then all they ever say to me is " all you ever do is use the laptop " and all this other random shit. so yeah -.-", even if it requires studying " oh no here we go again excuses!"
even if i wave the paper infront of their faces, they still wouldnt believe me. thats parents for you.
oh, but p.s ;
i raised $6000 dollars over 4 years, im buying a notebook today without them knowing :P
Monday, October 20, 2008
Usual Tears
A oh-so happy day started to an awsome start. the usual period one, period two, over all the awsome school. after school; not so much. i've met this person, who used to me the world to me as a bestfriend, has now turned his back on me. for just under a year its been, has felt like a decade. He saw me and automatically looked away and entered the shop. from the corner of my eye, i could see him glancing. the pressure was just getting too much, so i immediatly left the shop.
later on that afternoon, my bestfriend and i sat down eating chips watching cars pass by. my " ex-friend "returned with another one of my bestfriends. ( childhood classmates ). He and my friend just stood there, my friend facing me, him with his back towards me. as if he was shutting me out. My friend told me he was going to leave with him to catch the bus home. they left. my bestfriend and i continued to eat. i picked up a chip, placed it in my mouth, and bit it once, after that, i paused, holding the chip by the tips of my fingers and my teeth. i slowly pulled it out and burst into tears for a split second. my bestfriend not noticing just continued eating, as i wiped away my tears. i wouldnt want to burden him.
later on this day, i spoke to a M.U of mine. M.U meaning mutual understanding. we havnt been speaking for a while now, i was wondering why, but somehow inside, i lost it for him. so i approached him and typed " if your not busy, can we talk?" he said " sure what about?" . in my chest my heart was beating, should i admit that i lost it , or just ask first. so the conversation went on for few minutes or so, until it came to the point where i asked him " is it over?, i just want a simple yes or no." he told me he dosent feel the same, and that we should just be friends. although any normal person would feel sad. i cried for a while, but then i realized, i can be me now. i can't be held down, but having him as a Boyfriend for a while was fun, we had our run but now i realized : " highschool is just a fraction of people in the real world. if you like one of them, think about all the other people you havent met! its a wide open world"
" gulong gulo, ang isip ko " translation to english
" my mind is so confused "
later on that afternoon, my bestfriend and i sat down eating chips watching cars pass by. my " ex-friend "returned with another one of my bestfriends. ( childhood classmates ). He and my friend just stood there, my friend facing me, him with his back towards me. as if he was shutting me out. My friend told me he was going to leave with him to catch the bus home. they left. my bestfriend and i continued to eat. i picked up a chip, placed it in my mouth, and bit it once, after that, i paused, holding the chip by the tips of my fingers and my teeth. i slowly pulled it out and burst into tears for a split second. my bestfriend not noticing just continued eating, as i wiped away my tears. i wouldnt want to burden him.
later on this day, i spoke to a M.U of mine. M.U meaning mutual understanding. we havnt been speaking for a while now, i was wondering why, but somehow inside, i lost it for him. so i approached him and typed " if your not busy, can we talk?" he said " sure what about?" . in my chest my heart was beating, should i admit that i lost it , or just ask first. so the conversation went on for few minutes or so, until it came to the point where i asked him " is it over?, i just want a simple yes or no." he told me he dosent feel the same, and that we should just be friends. although any normal person would feel sad. i cried for a while, but then i realized, i can be me now. i can't be held down, but having him as a Boyfriend for a while was fun, we had our run but now i realized : " highschool is just a fraction of people in the real world. if you like one of them, think about all the other people you havent met! its a wide open world"
" gulong gulo, ang isip ko " translation to english
" my mind is so confused "
Friday, October 17, 2008
Music ; chucks a rage
To some, music is just a bunch of organized sounds to create a montage of sounds. To some, it means the world. i used to be one of those people. Music was my life and my soul, and i decided to throw it all away over one silly comment. I know that they say " yourself is your worst critic". i truley do believe that, but when family tells you. you cant help but take it in.
I know it sounds silly but, feelings were hurt, and dreams were crushed. A little family discussion turned into a " no-hoper" . I just sat down as my usual routine, jumped on the net and my grandmother walks in, give me a little talk. " are you really in the singing competition?", as proud as i was, i nodded my head. she looked at me in dismay and said "oh i dont think you should." confused i look at her and replied " why?". she looks at me hesitantly and says " oh i think you might get embarrased, your not really that good! if only you would learn." the sweet smile on my face, turned upside down. As she got up to leave, i told her to shut the door. I couldnt help but to burst into tears. the one thing i wanted to do in life, a comment tore me apart.
its all i could ever dream about or see myself doing. i'll always love music, but i dont know if i can sing again.
should i turn on my dream? or forget those words and keep going?
" dreams can be crushed with one word; Bad "
I know it sounds silly but, feelings were hurt, and dreams were crushed. A little family discussion turned into a " no-hoper" . I just sat down as my usual routine, jumped on the net and my grandmother walks in, give me a little talk. " are you really in the singing competition?", as proud as i was, i nodded my head. she looked at me in dismay and said "oh i dont think you should." confused i look at her and replied " why?". she looks at me hesitantly and says " oh i think you might get embarrased, your not really that good! if only you would learn." the sweet smile on my face, turned upside down. As she got up to leave, i told her to shut the door. I couldnt help but to burst into tears. the one thing i wanted to do in life, a comment tore me apart.
its all i could ever dream about or see myself doing. i'll always love music, but i dont know if i can sing again.
should i turn on my dream? or forget those words and keep going?
" dreams can be crushed with one word; Bad "
Monday, September 29, 2008
Video Ezy aint so " Ezy "
the 90's generation are a bunch of late night children, as you can excpect, the late nightedness rubbed off on me and a couple of friends. we had a bet, to stay up the longest using whatever menouvers they wanted, just not auto speak or whatever. so we baisically got to 3:00am.
i had to get off because i got cause by the opp -.-", but fortunantly it dosent mean i loose ;)
so for today, my day was a couple of hours shorter than usual, i woke up at 11:00am. as soon as i woke up, some barbie crap was on tv, so i just sat infront of it with my " just call me mickey mouse " pajamas. i actually took interest in the movie. the funny thing is, sometimes you can take interest in things you wouldnt expect.
so after that, i remembered that the day before my father/dad told me that i could go to video ezy and choose some stuff to watch over the holidays. i mean being of filo heritage as i am, when filo parents promise you something, then it comes to that time ( involving money that is ) they get angry at you, even IF they promised you. its messed up. so i borrowed :
1. Family Guy Season; episodes 1-7
2. Family Guy; Stewie Griffin Untold Story
3. Scary Movie 4
4. Sky High
baisically i spent the whole day watching scary movie 4 and laughing my brains out.
nothing interesting actually happend, so i cant really use my intellectual speak, aka normal vocabulary. also ive noticed that i write alot when crap happens to me, since nothing really happend today, bleah * shrugs *.
actually wait, one exciting thing did happen. i ate fried rice for lunch (^o^)
" move outta the way bitch, dont call me no bitch, i call you whatever snow hoe "
i had to get off because i got cause by the opp -.-", but fortunantly it dosent mean i loose ;)
so for today, my day was a couple of hours shorter than usual, i woke up at 11:00am. as soon as i woke up, some barbie crap was on tv, so i just sat infront of it with my " just call me mickey mouse " pajamas. i actually took interest in the movie. the funny thing is, sometimes you can take interest in things you wouldnt expect.
so after that, i remembered that the day before my father/dad told me that i could go to video ezy and choose some stuff to watch over the holidays. i mean being of filo heritage as i am, when filo parents promise you something, then it comes to that time ( involving money that is ) they get angry at you, even IF they promised you. its messed up. so i borrowed :
1. Family Guy Season; episodes 1-7
2. Family Guy; Stewie Griffin Untold Story
3. Scary Movie 4
4. Sky High
baisically i spent the whole day watching scary movie 4 and laughing my brains out.
nothing interesting actually happend, so i cant really use my intellectual speak, aka normal vocabulary. also ive noticed that i write alot when crap happens to me, since nothing really happend today, bleah * shrugs *.
actually wait, one exciting thing did happen. i ate fried rice for lunch (^o^)
" move outta the way bitch, dont call me no bitch, i call you whatever snow hoe "
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Haircuts and Hairspray
so i've spent my sunday as usual, being a holy child and praying in church. after that holyness ended, we went straight home instead of doing our usual sunday shopping because of our " little get together " last night.
after that, i got my hair cut. i dont think it even looks any different. i just have to style it different, im pretty pissed off but what the hell. my room smells of fumes of hairspray and gatsby.
the family is doing its usual family spring cleaning. i feel sorry for my axelottle, its trying to swim around, but its got less water. also at the fact that its blind. helpless little creature.
so now all i do is give advice to needy strangers and sit on my ass all day. nah im kidding, my life is abit more interesting. so this blog will keep count of crap i do this holidays. and baisically every other day of my life. alas pizza and video-ezy are awaiting me.
ciao for now ;D ;
p.s
Sometimes that now, baisically means in a couple of hours.
after that, i got my hair cut. i dont think it even looks any different. i just have to style it different, im pretty pissed off but what the hell. my room smells of fumes of hairspray and gatsby.
the family is doing its usual family spring cleaning. i feel sorry for my axelottle, its trying to swim around, but its got less water. also at the fact that its blind. helpless little creature.
so now all i do is give advice to needy strangers and sit on my ass all day. nah im kidding, my life is abit more interesting. so this blog will keep count of crap i do this holidays. and baisically every other day of my life. alas pizza and video-ezy are awaiting me.
ciao for now ;D ;
p.s
Sometimes that now, baisically means in a couple of hours.
weekend ; part 2
woke up to a hangover of coke and birthday cake, the older people of the party awoke with headaches and without a simple skill; to walk. the party last night was alright. i invited a friend of mine to share the pain and boredom. the surprise was alright, although it was pretty obvious. the lie was to say that it was my party with my band mates. that lie worked fine for a while, till he actually came to my house ( where the party was held ) and noticed the mass packed streets full of recognisable cars. his friends and family all waited with anticipation inside to greet him, there where around 4 false alarms. one of them , they though was me, because i went to go play with sparklers and entered, they all jumped SURPRISE! to see a scared to death little girl standing in the hallway.
around till then it was fine, he came,. SURPRISE ! yada yada yada. then the stripper came. little did she know this party was a booze hound infested wasteland waiting to explode. she came, she left her bag in my music/study room, and showed herself to the crowd. my friend and i went upstairs, then the sudden screaming and hooting of the people indicated to us that she was here.
my friend and i just began to laugh and continued on with our activities. ( playing some robot shit ) then my mom came in, and strangly asked me, " do you want to watch too? you can bring your friend with you?" "o.O, no thanks, i dont want to watch porn" i said. so my mom went back downstairs to watch. my friend and i where looking out the window to see a glimpse, i mean cmon? they screamed so loud, what could be that good. my friend and i went downstairs thinking that the show was still on keeping everyone busy. i screamed from the bottom of the staircase " MOM! CAN I GET A DRINK? IM THIRR-" the stripper walked past, with nothing but boots on. i stood in the hallway ' o.O' , she just walked past me and smiled. i ran straight upstairs and burst with laughter and fear. and now i can easily say, im scarred for life -.-"
so after that, the party continued on, each person getting more booze infested or high every minute. they had alot of shots and bottles lying about. my friend and i found a unopened packet of plastic shot glass, so i thought to myself, hey, lets do something wild!? LETS STACK THE CUPS! so whatever, we took the cups and a bottle of coke. we had competitions on who would drink the most coke. i got pretty tired since bubbly drinks make me hiccup. bleah ohwell. after that, i overheard mass laughter of one person in the hallway. so we opened the door to take a peek. it was my sister, and she was an infected booze-zombie. she saw me open the door and she came to me with open arms saying " your my favourite sister!" and i replied with a simple " im your only sister "to continued to hug me, while saying to me " do you want alchohol " draggin me towards a bottle. " YOUR FRIGGEN IDIOT LET GO OF ME" i shouted. my mom just laughed and came in, " LEAVE YOUR SISTER ALONE" , it was funny until i realized she just tried to offer me alchohol . DAMNIT!
the party finished around 4:00am , all drunk, most people left their cars.
" did you drink awsome shooters and listen to awsome music and just suck up eachothers awsomeness? "
around till then it was fine, he came,. SURPRISE ! yada yada yada. then the stripper came. little did she know this party was a booze hound infested wasteland waiting to explode. she came, she left her bag in my music/study room, and showed herself to the crowd. my friend and i went upstairs, then the sudden screaming and hooting of the people indicated to us that she was here.
my friend and i just began to laugh and continued on with our activities. ( playing some robot shit ) then my mom came in, and strangly asked me, " do you want to watch too? you can bring your friend with you?" "o.O, no thanks, i dont want to watch porn" i said. so my mom went back downstairs to watch. my friend and i where looking out the window to see a glimpse, i mean cmon? they screamed so loud, what could be that good. my friend and i went downstairs thinking that the show was still on keeping everyone busy. i screamed from the bottom of the staircase " MOM! CAN I GET A DRINK? IM THIRR-" the stripper walked past, with nothing but boots on. i stood in the hallway ' o.O' , she just walked past me and smiled. i ran straight upstairs and burst with laughter and fear. and now i can easily say, im scarred for life -.-"
so after that, the party continued on, each person getting more booze infested or high every minute. they had alot of shots and bottles lying about. my friend and i found a unopened packet of plastic shot glass, so i thought to myself, hey, lets do something wild!? LETS STACK THE CUPS! so whatever, we took the cups and a bottle of coke. we had competitions on who would drink the most coke. i got pretty tired since bubbly drinks make me hiccup. bleah ohwell. after that, i overheard mass laughter of one person in the hallway. so we opened the door to take a peek. it was my sister, and she was an infected booze-zombie. she saw me open the door and she came to me with open arms saying " your my favourite sister!" and i replied with a simple " im your only sister "to continued to hug me, while saying to me " do you want alchohol " draggin me towards a bottle. " YOUR FRIGGEN IDIOT LET GO OF ME" i shouted. my mom just laughed and came in, " LEAVE YOUR SISTER ALONE" , it was funny until i realized she just tried to offer me alchohol . DAMNIT!
the party finished around 4:00am , all drunk, most people left their cars.
" did you drink awsome shooters and listen to awsome music and just suck up eachothers awsomeness? "
Friday, September 26, 2008
Weekend ; part 1
The weekend has begun. its an auspicious start. its kinda funny actually. my sister is holding a surprise birthday party for her fiance. i just helped her bring in a box contain party favours and some other things. i decided to take a peek. inside that box was shot glasses, party poppers, sparklers and plates. i wouldnt be surprised if i saw furry handcuffs. what do you excpect? they're 24, young, ambitious and horny -.-". so im helping set up for this party. i overheard my sister talking to my mom about the party. insisted on a stripper. Oh lord. and at times like this i wish i could dissapear into thin air. having a half naked woman walking around in my backyard isnt what i really want. if i wanted to see that, i could just watch MTV.
So yeah, i decided to dig a whole in the entrance of my front yard so she would fall in. just kidding. i would, but fact a) i dont have a shovel, and fact b) i have cheap spoons.
my mom and my sister just left to go pick up the cake. or is the oldies talk for " lets pick up the stripper at a erotic cake store?" im going to the local festival anyway to atleast i'll be out for a couple of hours.
" half naked women, furry handcuffs and shotglasses. welcome to the playboy mansion "
So yeah, i decided to dig a whole in the entrance of my front yard so she would fall in. just kidding. i would, but fact a) i dont have a shovel, and fact b) i have cheap spoons.
my mom and my sister just left to go pick up the cake. or is the oldies talk for " lets pick up the stripper at a erotic cake store?" im going to the local festival anyway to atleast i'll be out for a couple of hours.
" half naked women, furry handcuffs and shotglasses. welcome to the playboy mansion "
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Term 3; last day.
last day of school for the term, full of tears and sadness. well, i wouldnt actually know, i didnt even go. i doubt there was crying. although there might of been some crying from the O-A people. ( over- acting ) sort of people, who cant live without seeing their " BFFL" for 2 weeks. " its totally like, suicide". so for today i spent my day lying in my bed, watching mean girls and sharktale. how sad am i. extremely you say? you wernt really meant to answer, but heck who cares.
i spent the whole day literally writing music for my band, much rather than the movie thing. i got halfway through a song that i am currently writing called " love, lies and liberty". im hoping for it to be a triple threat featurette.
so its term 4. term 4 is always the hardest, people leave and its the exam period. studying is essential. but my intelligence is limited, im not that smart anyway, so heck.
closing the passage with;
" i wish i went to school, cause time just goes slower at home"
i spent the whole day literally writing music for my band, much rather than the movie thing. i got halfway through a song that i am currently writing called " love, lies and liberty". im hoping for it to be a triple threat featurette.
so its term 4. term 4 is always the hardest, people leave and its the exam period. studying is essential. but my intelligence is limited, im not that smart anyway, so heck.
closing the passage with;
" i wish i went to school, cause time just goes slower at home"
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