Drunk Tweeting....Is Not A Crime

I've been spending too much time staring at Ashley Greene's picture on the internet.I think I need to change a little.It's not healthy anymore.

Hello,I almost forgot to greet you.I guess you're expecting to read another crazy blog entry,noh?Well I don't know....You might be disappointed.

I'm here to talk about my drunken tweets last night.No,I was not drunk with alcohol,and I never will be.I just had a little too much Pepsi in my system...So I was very hyper.And when I woke up today and read my previous tweets,man.Did I really say those? See for yourself.

I have just eaten a drunk gummi bear.I'm totally including this moment in my fanfic.

Will I be considered religious if I worship you and the band?Monkeyism...

Rathbone-ism? What do you call the worshippers...Rathboners?

I suggested to everyone that instead of actually laughing out loud we should just say LOL so now we're all saying LOL.including Mimi's Dad.

SMOJCALANTC (Trust me,you wouldn't want to know what this means.)

@decodelala i miss yew more ohyeahbaby!

@decodelala i missh you too like mashed potatoes and where is @vickyvictoria10?

@decodelala @VickyVictoria10 heeeee we're complete like mashed potatoes!!!

@decodelala @VickyVictoria10I'm peeled. :D

@VickyVictoria10 @decodelala I changed my mind.I'm not a potato.I'm a banana. *hint hint* @TheFakeJAction

@TheFakeBenG If I promise to be a good girl,will you tweet me?

@decodelala LMAO we do we do!!Like dora the explorer we did it we did it yeah!

@TheFakeBenG I was hoping you'd say you love me. D:

@decodelala @VickyVictoria10 I'm drunkbroken.

*stabs a sword straight to my heart*

@LoveLoveLove715 LMAO I'm happier now than when I was a kid when I had the pencil case with the second floor.Hahaha 

Sooooo I was a little crazy,noh? But it's all good. *nods* I slept at 4:00 am, holy yellow Porsche,maybe that's why I'm still sleepy...and dizzy...and hungry.Oh well.

Tomorrow I have a plan to watch a movie with Ham,but I haven't told my grandmother about it yet.I'm still contemplating whether to tell her the truth or to spice up the story with a little...you know,a little convincing lie...But lying is bad so I'd just tell the truth. *Sigh*

That's it for now.I'll post a very deep and meaningful post when I want to. Hehe.

Tata! ;)

Butterfly Kisses...

I miss my father again. Who would go on stage with me on my graduation day? Who would walk me to the aisle on the most important day of my life? :(

I don't think I could ever get used to this loneliness and pain....

The Power of fake J-Action

So....If you know me well enough you would never even bother reading this post,cause the picture pretty much says it all.

MONROE JACKSON effing RATHBONE.Tweeted.Me.*dies*

*lives again to write*Yes.He now has a Twitter account and he is so nice to his fans.He and his band mates  are.They reply to fans likeee....no big deal.When in fact it is a big deal--a very big big deal.

Yesh.I woke up this morning and found out that he was tweeting (he still is) and that he tweeted Vicky and Louise.For a moment my brain couldn't function well.My head was clouded with jealousy.But then I told myself that those girls are my sisters,then immediately I was happy for them ^^.

In my desperation I asked him when he will tweet me and make my life complete.To my utter surprise and unfathomable joy,he replied.And yesh baby,my life is now complete.Dear G-d,I can die now...although I'd rather not. ;)

I know I promised myself that I'd go to the bank today but...I don't know anymore.I'm in a daze and that's not a good sign,right?I mean what if I faint and there's no one to save me?!!

Am I exaggerating?

Yes?

Okay.I'm going to the bank.Although I'd really rather not.

I'm going now...

Bye....

*Looks back* I'm  going....


Uhm....Aren't you going to stop me or something?

Can You Keep A Secret?

I think I've done something great today.I feel so fulfilled but there's a catch: I can't tell you about it yet.I have to shut my mouth for at least two more weeks before I could blurt it out.I don't think I could hold it that long.

You see,I am so excited.And when I am excited,I could NEVER just cower in a corner and shut up about it--that's why I'm blogging now,to keep myself busy.To forget about how my hands are itching to buzz that person involved and spill the secret.

Still...I can't bring myself to fully concentrate on not telling the secret.I'm at the edge of my sanity.I need to keep it all in...But how? *insert confused evil laugh here*

I really want to say more but my hands are so shaking right now because my monkey man just opened up a Twitter account and I could not contain my excitement that I forgot all about the secret.Bye!

Part Time Human,Full Time Procrastinator

Wow.This just proves that I really am the Queen of Procrastination. I spend almost all day in front of my computer,talking with random people on Twitter,ignoring the things that I really should do first.

What happened to my life?Do I have a life?

No.That seems pretty obvious.And to tell you the truth,I have no intentions of getting one.I plan to spend the whole summer vacation at home...procrastinating.Aaaah! Don't blame me,I can't help it!

So today I want to go to the bank.I really do,but it's Sunday and the banks are closed.Why do I have this feeling that I will be too lazy to go tomorrow?I don't know.Remind me to remind myself that I really have to go,or else I'd say goodbye to my internet connection.Now that's an entirely different story.

I woke up today to a review by Vickeh,of course.For my Fanfiction "Chasing Rainbows",she said it's like a written lullaby.I was so happy,and then I realized that lullabies are supposed to make people sleepy.Is that what you meant,Vicky?Hehe,nah,seriously,thank you. And fireflies and butterflies are magical,if I may say so.

So now I have to step out for lunch but I can't bring myself to do so.Instead,I'm here on my blog,telling you about all these nonsense stuff that happened in my nonexistent social life.I even doubt it if I still have a physical life,if you know what I mean.It's like I'm only active virtually.I lost connections with my friends while I was so busy having fun with my virtual friends.Sometimes I wish this computer monitor could somehow swallow me and take me to the other side of the world.Wouldn't that be fun? :D

As for now,I really have to go eat lunch if I don't want my Tita (or whoever it is from the family) to come dragging me and shoving my face to the plate. I'll be back later to write about tadpoles and my recent adventure with a duckling,if you could even call running after a chirping duckling that invaded my room an adventure.Wait---did I just say that?Do ducklings chirp?I have no idea.

THE END.
P.S.-I'm not drunk with Coke.I swear I'm not.

From Blood Clots to Ink Drops

Write your story as it needs to be written. Write it honestly, and tell it as best you can. I'm not sure that there are any other rules. Not ones that matter. 

-Neil Gaiman

I don't know what I should,could,would write about.I'm uninspired but I really want to blog,so you  pretty much can't do anything about it.

I've got some questions on Formspring that I did not answer because they're almost all the same: How do I manage to write everyday?Why is it that I seem to never run out of words to say?

The answer is simple:  I do run out of words to say.I do experience those lazy days when no matter how hard I try to squeeze something out of my mind,nothing would come out.I do have writer's block every once in a while,but I know how to beat it.

How?

Easy.I write about what I feel,what I think,what's on my mind.If I don't have anything to write about,I'll write about not having anything to write about.Just like now.

See?I started this entry by saying I don't know what to write about,but as soon as I did,words started pouring out.The key to writing something is being honest--just put it all down in words,no matter how bad you think it is,it will come out great if you write in all honesty.

One more thing,watch your words.I've read a nice quote of Meg Cabot saying "write about something that you would want to read",and I was like,that is so absolutely right.Just write about you.Let it focus on your feelings,your views,the way you see things.With that done,you could never go wrong.If you write about something that you would never want to read,then you're just defeating the whole purpose of writing.

This is what I love.I hope I could say this is what I do best...But I don't have that much confidence yet.All I know is that whenever I write,it feels like I'm reconnecting with a distant part of myself that I have no idea it even exists.It's like stepping in a whole new world where I could just be as real as I could ever get without feeling the need to mold myself into what they expect me to be.

Truth be told,I could go on with this forever,I'll never run out of reasons why I love writing,but this one stands out among the rest:

It sets me free.

Even Heroes Have The Right To Bleed

I stayed up again last night,talking to Vicky on MSN.I don't know how I would live anymore if Vicky and Louise go out of my life,seriously.

Back to the topic,we had this very honest conversation about our strangely intertwined lives.Two girls,living on different sides of the world,tied to similar fates.

We are both passionate about writing,friends,and family.People who only see us but don't bother to look closely will probably say we're typical girls who love to laugh and enjoy life as it is easy for us.Wrong.

Most of them would never know what lies behind our chipper mood.I love making people happy,encouraging them to do what they want,telling them that they're doing great,seeing all the good things in every person--but I don't practice what I preach.

When I changed the URL of this blog,people came up to me and asked me if I deleted it.I asked them why they had to know,and their answers were almost the same: they like reading what I write.I must admit that it made me feel happy,knowing that somehow,someone takes interest in what I want to say.Still,I was surprised,cause I don't see why they would even bother reading.I believe these works are all worthless,anyhoo.

At least,I'm making them happy,right?Yes.I love seeing other people happy,especially when I am the reason behind their smiles.A friend even fondly calls me "Savior" because she says that's what I am to her.Try as I might,I can't be as perfect as people assume me to be.

Just because I come out strong doesn't mean my knees don't shake,and tears don't fall.They do,of course they do.I'm also human,after all.Even if you see me as a hero,I am also vulnerable.I also get hurt...and sometimes,I wish someone would take the time to ask if I am okay,because I need to be saved,too.

Don't tell me your life is a wreck.Believe me,it isn't.If you knew Vicky and I,you would even think you're lucky.We're having it the hard way.It's not easy to fake a smile when inside,all you want to do is cry.

Go on...Go on wishing that you have my so called fairytale life.I wonder how long it would take for you to realize that I have no fairy Godmother here.Just when you thought you're the most cursed person on Earth,you met me.And you would know...

It's not easy to be me.

Confession #4

I don't,I won't,I will never eat Dinuguan.

I firmly believe in compromise.When I was 8 or 9,I asked God to make my parents buy me a bike or a tennis set,and in return,I would never again eat Dinuguan (my favorite dish at that time). When my parents returned from their trip to Manila,they brought me home a tennis set,so my prayers were answered,and as a compromise,I kept my word.

Before,I was very tempted to break it but I kept my self control in check.As time passed by,I got used to not eating it anymore,to the point that I now find it disgusting.Nobody knows about this story.My aunt thinks it's because of the black color of the soup that I don't want to eat,so when she cooks dinuguan, she sets aside a portion for me that she wouldn't cook with blood.

I can't believe I stuck with my word,because as a child,I did what I wanted.I'm so proud now that I'm sure I have at least one promise that I did not ever break. ;)

All The Way Back Where I Belong

I don't know why,you always seem to give me another try...

For days now,I've been wanting to run away...Run away and never come back to this place I call home.Now that I'm sober again,I think I've been too selfish and stubborn.

They don't even have any idea about the things I write here,the things I complain about,cause day by day,from the moment I open my eyes till I close my bedroom door at night,I hide behind a happy smile.I don't give them a chance to see what's wrong,cause I don't want to start a confrontation.I've been so immature.

We're not the kind of family who hug each other just because.We don't talk about love,and we don't deal with our emotions.I don't know why,but we're not affectionate.There are times when all I need is a hug but no one would give it to me,so I'd curl up in a ball and hug my knees to my chest,hoping that somehow,someday,we would be all we want to be...and then maybe we could start being happy.

I've always complained about the smallest of things--what we have for dinner,wrinkled shirts,warm drinking water.I am spoiled,that's why even if I have the best things,I take them for granted.It can never be enough and I will never be fully satisfied,which is a bad thing.

Now that I've woken up from 19 years of a dream where I became a princess whose words are rules,I've decided to change for the better.I've always given people what they deserve...Now,my family deserves good words and praises for being so patient with me,and I would not take that away from them.

So from the bottom of my flower shaped marshmallow heart,I,the girl who sold the world,would like to say thank you,thank you to my family for putting up with my brattiness (it's not a word though) and sticking with me even when I'm being rude.I appreciate it that even after all the mistakes I did,you stood by me.You forgave me and helped me start again.I'm sorry for overlooking these things that you did just so I could have a better life.I now understand--you only want what's best for me.

Because I spent all my time cursing at the rain,I didn't notice the rainbow it drew over the horizon.Now I see how beautiful my life is--how it always has been if I just let the minor glitches off,and it's all because of you.

I'd stop running away...

These faces and these places are getting old,so I'm going home.

The Optimist

She sees the world in black and white

Amidst the darkness,she knows where to find the light

She dances in the rain even when lightnings strike

Her rapture sets her as free as a kite.

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A beam of sunlight-that's what she wears

She always have a flower tucked neatly in her hair

She stands beside the weak and the helpless

She sprinkles the air with pixie dusts of happiness.
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Her recalcitrant world may be covered with clouds

But at the end of the day she stands strong and proud

With stars and fireflies,she marks her own fate

In the world she lives in,you would not know of hate.

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After every pouring rain,she goes waiting for the rainbow.

She believes that after every bad,something good will follow.

She whispers in the wind to throw away the sorrow.

Then gracefully she basks under the assurance of tomorrow.

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She speaks to the judgmental as if they are friends

She'd help you start over when you think it is the end

She sits atop a tree,the dandelions dance

She giggles,she pirouettes,she's caught up in a trance.
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She might be just another sunflower in disguise.

She,a beauty,weaves tales of enchanted lullabies.

But behind closed doors,after painting the skies,

The optimist weeps,she silently cries.

Ehhh here's a poem written for and inspired by Miss Sunshine, *drum roll* Caitie Uhlmann!!! Hehe This is totally random...I just saw that sunflower picture and then I remembered her and the rest is history.I like her attitude,you know,even when people are being mean she stays graceful and very collected.So that's it! ;)