current addictions
life is full of sweet, as well as bitter, nothings. there are too many things you have to take note of during your whole lifetime in order for you to obtain the right to say that you actually have ” a nice life”. or sweet life if you prefer. or happy life. or [insert a positive adjective here] life. and here, i have taken note of some of mine.
ice cream
hey! when i told you about little things you have to take note of, i really meant little things. and ice cream is one on the bunch. though some might argue that this is no way to treat ice cream (ice cream is not just a little treat from God, it is actually one of the biggest, you might say. i’ll answer suit yourself.) ice cream can actually cure depressions. heck, it is the most successful kind of antidepressant i know of. it usually always works. at least for me it always works. no matter how bad your day is, no matter what crisis you are facing, no matter how many buckets you have cried, ice cream will always fix it, protect you from it and rehydrate you for further crying sessions. try it. you can kill your neighbor if it wouldn’t work for you.
ice cream comes into different types. there are the always reliable to show up in your neighborhood or in front of your school gate whenever you are craving dirty ice cream. there are the different brands and sizes average ice creams offered by magnolia and nestle and selecta. they actually are your average ice creams because they are so ubiquitous that you almost always eat them and you somehow end up naming their taste as the normal taste of an ice cream and you rate other ice creams as worse or better than they are. [mind you, there are lotsa lotsa better better ice creams than magnolia and selecta selections.] there are the slightly better than average ice creams like arce’s and pinoy sorbetes which offer specialized flavors. there is the uber expensive ice creams like haagen-dazs. [sadly, i never have experienced them before. they are just too expensive for my humble weekly allowance. but i tell you this. someday, my fridge would be full of them. mark my word.] there are the forever favorite sundaes from either mcdonald’s or jollibee. there are these pinipig-coated ice creams placed on sticks for easier eating. you don’t have to carry a cup and spoon with you if you want them. pretty convenient eating, eh? and there are your another ubiquitous ice cream stalls which stands on almost all parts of malls. there are too many of them in the malls with names like mr. softy, soft ice creams, ice cream corner, jungle freeze, etc. see how popular ice creams are? they. are. everwhere.
and ice creams come in great variation of flavors. from your ever common vanilla, chocolate, cheese or ube to the little bit unusual flavors like blueberry cheesecake, calamasi or green mango to the most complicated combination of honey con cinnamon and cloves, toffee walnut and rum, pumpkin and maple syrup ice creams. a real treat ice creams are, aren’t they?
songs
and music is a big part of my life. i love music though music doesn’t reciprocate my feelings. [somehow, the music god hates me. he never ever lets me carry a tune.] anywho, when i say music here, i am particularly pertaining to these songs i am having an LSS nowadays. yes, songs. many songs. in the weirdest state, after i have gotten rid of the previous LSS here will come a new one. after i have gotten rid of several new ones, the old will crept into me, asking for my attention. here the cycle of my LSS songs will start and perish and start again.
im yours by jason mraz
I won't hesitate no more, no more it cannot wait, i'm sure (there's no need to complicate our time is short it cannot wait, i'm yours 2x no please don't complicate, our time is short this is our fate, im yours. no please don't hesitate no more, no more it cannot wait, the sky is yours!)
this kiss by faith hill
It’s the way you love me
It’s a feeling like this–
It’s centrifugal motion
It’s perpetual bliss.
It’s that pivotal moment
It’s Impossible
This Kiss, This Kiss
(Unstoppable)
This Kiss, This Kiss
you’re beautiful by james blunt
You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.
You’re beautiful, it’s true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don’t know what to do,
‘Cause I’ll never be with you.
You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.
You’re beautiful, it’s true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it’s time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.
stolen by dashboard confessional
You have stolen
You have stolen my
You have stolen my heart
I watch you spin around
In the highest heels
You are the best one
Of the best ones
We all look like we feel
You have stolen my
You have stolen my
You have stolen my heart
all that i’ve got by the used
So deep that it didn’t even bleed and catch me
So deep that I didn’t even scream fuck me
I’ll be just fine
Pretending I’m not
I’m far from lonely
And it’s all that I’ve got
I’ll be just fine
Pretending I’m not
I’m far from lonely
And it’s all that I’ve got
the only consolation i have from having this is that in the least, the songs i am having LSS on aren’t as petty as kagatlabi or itaktak mo. wouldn’t it be embarrassing if i just belt out remember me of renz verano in the middle of the street while walking along faura?
Friends
and i meant friends. i so love being surrounded by these people i consider important and dear. i am the type who would rather have small set of friends in which i feel comfortable to be with. i would rather be in a company of just one, two to three friends who i can be totally myself with. yehess, i think i can never survive a day without them. currently, i am into nikki and zap. and i am missing camile.
dancing
ohyea! please don’t stop the music. dancing is a breather that relieves me of my day’s tension and allows me to meet people outside orcom. heck, it was due to street dance that i become semi-PH. dancing is the passion which connected me to the world outside orcom and dancing itself. this is where i met ado. wahaha! and this has to be said, dancing keeps me fit, somehow. haha!
tears, exams and don’t stop the music
last week was a true evidence of hell on earth. haha. of course this is a bit exaggerated but whathe heck? it was what i felt anyway.
on monday, nikki and i created one big event in the history of our college life. we made a classmate cry. tsktsk. we felt like we were back in grade school then. this is the minutest detail of what transpired that day. eight in the morning and our SP comm group had predecided to have a meeting in University Library sio we could decide on the details of our hypothetical company. only nikki, lou and i attended the meeting. at this point, it is important to take note that lou was a little sick, having cough and influenza. anyway, wwe started the meeting by agreeing that we should name our company “Happynings, Inc.” then nikki and i both thought that we should not make anymore decisions without katy and chez. but lou thought otherwise though at that time, nikki and i were clueless about this so we chatted about streetdance and the upcoming sayaw manila. we talked about the dance and our customes. in other words, we talked about something that lou knows nothing about. lou was utterly left out and OP. by ten o’clock, after an hour and a half of chatting and gossiping, nikki and i decided to do something that involves leaving lou, not only through the talking but also through the walking. then yes, lou started to cry. after that, nikki and i became the most diligent groupmates ever. we headed the discussion, throwing ideas to one another and finally reaching agreements on all that needed agreeing into. i even skipped another villar and inton class just so i could redeem my sodden name. we still think lou wasn’t able to forgive us for that incident. that night, chez, katy, nikki and i slept over lou’s house. rather we stayed overnight there but sleep was far from what we really did. the moment we reached lou’s house, we started doing the project, a phenomenon that is really unusual for group projects. [usual procedure for group projects include chatting and gossiping and eating and more gossiping during the start if not for the entire time.] anyway, it was lucky we went for the unusual because something usual happened to us in the latter part of the night, anyway. we weren’t able to finish the project early enough for a decent sleeping time. we finished by two-thirty in the morning and we had to wake up by four. anyway, we did great. and i love the folder i did. cheers.
tuesday went as uneventful as possible which was fortunate because i didn’t need any energy-sucking phenomenon. i hadn’t any energy to spend anyway.
wednesday was another story. it started good. great, even. nikki and i had a date in divisoria. we went shopping for our costumes for sayaw manila. i bought a nice jacket and a pair of really nice shoes. nikki said we made another event in the herstory. it was the first time she went shoping in divi. unfortunate of her because it’s really fun to go shopping there and it was only her first but not so unfortunate because it’s better late than never, ayt? anyway, what started nice and great ended with rage. wednesday is the orcom 143 day. this week, vaquer wanted us to report about the “expectations from managers”. actually, the report was already ready since last week but the night before, i decided to upgrade the presentation so i spent two hours fixing the powerpoint. i put pictures and animations. and i did great. anyway, i delivered the key points in our report. rightly so because it was i who researched them. and vaquer LOVED what i did, both the presentation and the key points. our group even bagged the highest grade and was promised of gifts on the next class meeting. so what makes the day end full of rage? read the previous post. it was all written there and the rage was fully captured you might even be able to feel it yourself. go on.
thursday was the exam day. boohoo. drew and i went together to diliman to take our midterm exam for orcom 155- orcom statistics at room 102 of school of statistics. it was already one pm when we left for manila and the exam time was at two o’clock. blame drew’s forever tardiness. anyway, we were able to come just in time for the start of the exam. jamie, mae and jimi were already there. ian was also there, as expected. i wasn’t afraid of taking the exam though i honestly felt uneasy. the exam was actually and surprisingly easy but it was way toooooo long. jimi confesed later that afternoon that she actually thought it was impossible to spend three hours answering the exam ["...tatlong oras? di naman ako bobo.] whathe heck? three hours weren’t even enough to get all the questions done. i was actually pissed off after passing the bluebooks [yea, plural, bluebooks. two bluebooks.] i realized that i got the last question wrong. i shouldn’t have interpreted the graph. i was supposed to criticize it. fuck, men. anyway, drew and i binged at dil shopping center. tusoktusok, sweet corn and ice cream and our stomach were already aching because they were full to the brim. goodbye diet.
friday. shocks, it was the day before the big day. this was the day i realized how biatch i am. i decided earlier in the day that i would practice by four pm. but it was already fur pm when drew arrived at school and we hadn’t yet found a costume for him. nag-amok ako. anyway, we had fun looking for his costume in one uk store. we bought a brown skinny jeans and the velvet “queen elizabeth” jacket for him. the rehearsal that night was full of tension. after two run throughs, i was knocked-out. it was really bad. by ten in the evening, i was in the supermarket buying a big bottle of water, a bottle of gatorade and lipovitan ira.
saturday! i took an exam for orcom 105- public relations. the exam proper was fun and the exam was actually easy but it made me squeesy. it was essay type and the three questions were all explanations of topics. nayway, we finishec earlier than expected. we went eating in macdo UN before coming back to philamlife for last minute practice. ate di assisted us this time. this year, indayog provided id for every performeer and no one was allowed to go inside nor backstage without the id. we started dressing up for the event by six and our dance was on eight. we had plenty of time to practice and to panic. anyway, the dance propeer was really good and i wasn’t even a bit nervous. it was really fun. i wasn’t able to do the stunt but i did nothing wrong aside from that. [the videos were in friends' multiply accounts. i don't want to upload my version of the video, mine is not that good, anyway.] but! the curtain call was hilarious. i was too eager to enter the stage and dance for the last time, or so it seemed. i enetered a number too early. it was somebody’s fault actually. somebody pushed me so i thought it was our turn already. turned out it was nursing’s saliwan’s. fuck, man. i was red all over from too much blushig and laughing after that. and the almni were unforgiving. they kept mentioning it after the event and during our dinner in tia maria’s. after the show and the picture taking session, we went eating with kuya pat, kuya leo and ate billie. i ordered a margarita out of curiousitty. and i hatec its taste though many said it was delicious. bleh. and, and i hate tia maria. i am telling you, they have the worst consumer relations. one waiter broke a plate on my side of the table. we were actually feeling sad for him because they will surely take a part of his earnings but we changed our minds when the manager went bitchy to us. and they were sooo slow into serving our food. the margarita came an hour after i ordered it. right before the bill came. i really didn’t enjoy the resto part. though i loved talking with the people i was with.
bleh. it is sunday once again and life is back to reality. no more sayaw manila to take my mind off all the sad things in life. haha. back to work.
