| First college entry. |
[Jun. 29th, 2007|06:44 pm] |
Cut the shit. I'm reliving this LJ for memories' sake. Sir Redillas told the class to go for art as long as we are still young so that we can compare our works from the past to our works of future. And i'm considering writing as my...ehem, Art.
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College wasn't that bad. It may not be as cool if ever i'd gone to lasalle (i'll never know, man)..but no regrets at all. UP Manila isn't that bad.
First week was hell. I had no friends. I talked with no one. Adjusting period was still ongoing. College is a lot lot lot lot different from Highschool. Back in hs, i was the star (or i just think...therefore, i am.) But that time, i was more of a loner. I enjoyed long walks ALONE. I talk to myself almost most of the time. And felt convinced with the thought that i'll never gain friends again. Almost every night of that crucial hell first week, i cry. I miss the people whom i shared my sweetest highschool memories with. I always close my eyes thinking that things would just pass by and that i'll go back to the past i used to live -highschool. But then....when i opened my eyes...this is still reality. I go to the school beside PGH. I walk alone from one street to another (Padre Faura to Pedro Gil). I stick with people i barely know. I go with them for lunch without even knowing what their names are. For that week, i felt the real loneliness what Britney Spears was singing...."ay yay yay yay, my loneliness is killing meee...."
Second week went good. I had this group of people who were kind enough to befriend me. They were cool and happy people. We laugh together and make fun of each other. But one thing is still missing...myself. Cliche it is, but i don't see myself whenever i'm with them. Yeah, we laugh alot. We talk alot. But...don't get me wrong. I do love them it's just that i'm still learning to mix myself with the atmosphere of them being my new friends. I am still in the adjustment period.
Third week....Fourth week. I learned and will learn new things. I'm learning to adjust with my new environment.
But i still miss them. I will always miss them. They were the people who were there in my teeny-yucky years. We laughed our asses out, we cried, we bitched, we helped each other, we learned from our mistakes....everything. :C
I'm getting okay. Aja aja! I'm learning to love and be proud with /of UP Manila. Soon. :D |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 29th, 2007|06:44 pm] |
Cut the shit. I'm reliving this LJ for memories' sake. Sir Redillas told the class to go for art as long as we are still young so that we can compare our works from the past to our works of future. And i'm considering writing as my...ehem, Art.
***
College wasn't that bad. It may not be as cool if ever i'd gone to lasalle (i'll never know, man)..but no regrets at all. UP Manila isn't that bad.
First week was hell. I had no friends. I talked with no one. Adjusting period was still ongoing. College is a lot lot lot lot different from Highschool. Back in hs, i was the star (or i just think...therefore, i am.) But that time, i was more of a loner. I enjoyed long walks ALONE. I talk to myself almost most of the time. And felt convinced with the thought that i'll never gain friends again. Almost every night of that crucial hell first week, i cry. I miss the people whom i shared my sweetest highschool memories with. I always close my eyes thinking that things would just pass by and that i'll go back to the past i used to live -highschool. But then....when i opened my eyes...this is still reality. I go to the school beside PGH. I walk alone from one street to another (Padre Faura to Pedro Gil). I stick with people i barely know. I go with them for lunch without even knowing what their names are. For that week, i felt the real loneliness what Britney Spears was singing...."ay yay yay yay, my loneliness is killing meee...."
Second week went good. I had this group of people who were kind enough to befriend me. They were cool and happy people. We laugh together and make fun of each other. But one thing is still missing...myself. Cliche it is, but i don't see myself whenever i'm with them. Yeah, we laugh alot. We talk alot. But...don't get me wrong. I do love them it's just that i'm still learning to mix myself with the atmosphere of them being my new friends. I am still in the adjustment period.
Third week....Fourth week. I learned and will learn new things. I'm learning to adjust with my new environment.
But i still miss them. I will always miss them. They were the people who were there in my teeny-yucky years. We laughed our asses out, we cried, we bitched, we helped each other, we learned from our mistakes....everything. :C
I'm getting okay. Aja aja! I'm learning to love and be proud with /of UP Manila. Soon. :D |
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| Congrats, self. |
[Mar. 9th, 2007|09:58 pm] |
People hate me.
Me hates me.
You hate me.
He hates me.
She hates me.
Period.
I'm God's most perfect JOKE. Thanks for that. I wish i could laugh at my ownself and pinpoint every mistake i did, am doing and will do.
Thanks to you.
You've been good enough to hate me. You're at your best showing me how hateful i am. You did a good job kid.
Now, you've made me hate myself more than you do. Congrats and good luck to your path of madness.
Bye bye.
(PS: I don't hate you --or i really hate you but denying to hate you? One thing's sure, i hate myself more than i hate you).
Can somebody throw me a thesaurus and look for another word that would give the same 'arrive' as hate?!
(Drama lang to. Last entry, i guess. What a good ending...real great, congrats, self) |
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[Feb. 14th, 2007|09:10 pm] |
 Oo, prom yan. Tiara + Orange Chuck Taylors + Net stockings + Fluffy ring + Stocking chuva on the hand = Rina's Perfect Look.  Sige pa. Pumose pa sa banyo.  Prom shoes. XD Ayoko na magdagdag ng pictures, tinatamad na ako. :)) Teka...bakit nga ba nage-LJ pa ako? |
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| Tatlong taon na pala. |
[Feb. 4th, 2007|09:59 pm] |
Tatlong taon na ang nakakaraan, hindi pa uso ang unlimited texting noon, naglalandian na ang ating mga daliri pagdating ng alas singko ng gabi. Magloload ako ng trenta, mauubos at pag naubos na, awat na. Hindi pa nakuntento sa cellphone, tatawag ka sa telepono, mag-uusap tayo. Kumustahan. At kahit na may dalawang segundong tahimik tayo pareho, sigurado ako, hindi nabura ang ngiti sa mga labi natin noon.
Tatlong taon na ang nakakaraan, hindi pa uso ang unlimited texting noon, may nalalaman ka ng:
"Takot akong baka makita mong mahal kita... Takot akong mahalata mong nahuhulog na ako para sayo.. Takot ako.. Hindi dahil baka malaman mo, kundi baka kahit malaman mo, eh wala lang sayo.."
"I don’t know why I keep on loving you despite the fact that I’ll get hurt again, just like before, I never learn but then, I don’t want to. Not now, not while I’m still strong enough to fall in love."
Tatlong taon na ang nakakaraan, hindi pa uso ang unlimited texting noon, hindi pwedeng hindi ka maggu-goodnight, magsu-sweet dreams at magsa-smile ng marami. (yung letter u.) Hindi pa makukuntento, tatawag pa sa telepono para mag-goodnight ulit. May 'ingat' pa sa dulo.
Tatlong taon na ang nakakaraan, hindi pa uso ang unlimited texting noon, at ngayon, 2007 na, 15 pesos lang, pwede ka ng magtext ng kahit ilan na gusto mo. Kung kelan mura na magtext...saka ka naman nawala. :c
Siguro nga may laman ang bawat piso natin noon. San na napunta yung mga yun ngayon?
*Ay pota, bat ba ang emo ko?
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| Random rambling. |
[Feb. 3rd, 2007|10:34 pm] |
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I hope i can think that i'm bigger than the world i'm into so that nothing can bring me to frustration and depression, but then i thought, how could i be bigger than the world when in fact i'm just standing 5 feet, 4 inches, and has a mass 50 kilos and all that. I can't be. I won't be. Sue me for getting literal.
I hate everytime i wake up being hopeful of what will happen with the world. That makes disillusionment almost certain.
I still don't know where college i'm going to after highschool. Well, definitely not Miriam.
Prom's gonna be this Friday. I hope Make-up artist Miray (my sister) is available on that day. I need bronzer, kaso ang mahal! And i need threading, BADLY. I'm thankful i won't be needing pedicure since i'll be wearing closed shoes. No more 4-inch stilletos! Yey! I just hope the conventional teachers would allow me to enter the prom premises without babbling much words regarding my shoes. I'd still wish that my last dance would be worthy. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2007|10:08 am] |
Lovelle: Ansarap gaguhin ni Rina
Rina: Eh tange, ako kaya yung nangagago
Lovelle: Ay... ansarap pala sapakin.
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Rina: *turo sa isang lalakeng nakauniform na parang " - " * Lovelle oh, " - ".
Lovelle: *tawa*
Allan: Yun din oh, " - "
Rina and Lovelle: Tange, naka-blue lang, hindi naman kasi yan yung uniform eh!
Allan: *sarcastic na*, Yan oh, " - " naaaaa!
Rina: Ay pota ka, " - " ngaaaa! seryosooo!
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Why am i always the villain?
I promise to be less outspoken, less intimidating and less less less less myself. The hell do i have to show you fuckin' people who i really am.
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Para sa'yo:
Hindi ko alam kung ano mali sa'yo o kung may tama ba talaga sa pagkatao mo, ang alam ko lang eh, isa kang aswang na nagkatawang-tao.
Hindi siguro para sa atin ang salitang "sorry". Nag-sorry ako, hindi mo tinanggap. Nag-sorry ka, hindi ko alam kung tatanggapin ko pa.
Nakakasawa ka maging kaibigan.
Bumalik ka na lang sa pagiging aswang mo.
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Bati na tayo diba? diba? diba?
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Ang yabang mo. |
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| Merry Christmas. |
[Dec. 25th, 2006|02:38 pm] |
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Once upon a time....
"Maybe, subcontiously, i'm taking pleasure whenever i see myself hurting," she said and bursted into tears.
10 minutes later, she committed suicide.
-The End-
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Dear Mr. No-Existence-From-Now-On,
Thank you for not greeting me a merry christmas (or happy holidays). I just wish you didn't had one too. ; )
Still existing but not for you,
Rina
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| Spill the dirt, loverboy! |
[Dec. 24th, 2006|03:18 am] |
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| |  Congrats naman sa'yo! | ] |
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 I totally enjoyed the dirt-spilling we had last night. Pamatay pa rin yung, "It's not about SEX or anything that would go beyond your "gentlemanliness" so spill it out NOW!" Hahahaha. Masaya talaga ako para sa'yo kahit medyo nalulungkot ako. Kulang na kaming chichibog ng Country Style o ng Cantonese Dumplings. Kulang na kami sa laklakan ng Gulaman sa foodcourt. Kulang na kaming tatambay sa Fully Booked hanggang sa lamigin. Wala na kaming uutangan pag biglang nagutom at 'di available ang wallet o ATM ni Jen. Wala na kaming tiga-dala ng mabibigat na gamit. Wala nang magaaya sa mga Eat-All-You-Can (Cabalen). Wala na kaming pisnging makukurot pag nanggigigil kami. Wala na yung mga panahong kasabay ka namin umuwi...at kapag na-rape kami, kasalanan mo, ugok ka! Pero masaya talaga ako para sa'yo. Nagbunga na yung pinaghirapan at pinagkagastusan mo ng ilang buwan. Masaya ka na, MAS MASAYA ka na ngayon. Binata ka na. Ibang-iba ka na sa teddy bear na inaasar ko nung first year. Antangkad-tangkad mo na, ang lalim-lalim na ng boses mo. Natutuwa ako kasi nasubaybayan kitang magmature. Natutuwa ako kasi naging parte ako ng pagtanda mo. Masaya talaga ako para sa'yo, Loverboy. |
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| Ang mundo, ang oras at ako. |
[Dec. 21st, 2006|06:45 pm] |
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| |  tired | ] |
Bumibilis ang oras, hindi ko na mahabol.
Natatakot akong madapa, kasi baka pagnadapa ako, hindi na ako makatakbo pa at lalong lalayo ang distansiya ng mundo sakin.
Minsan, napapagod na rin ako maghabol. Hindi ko alam kung mahahabulin pa ba ako o tumatakbo ako sa wala. |
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