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Location: Manila, Philippines

Friday, October 14, 2005

Romeo + Juliet

I'm reading the script for Romeo + Juliet right now. It's so cute.

Exams are over. Yay.

Friday, September 16, 2005

Pseudonyms and Sewers

I can't believe I'm feeling so content with my life right now. I mean, I'm unusually relaxed and kick anyone's shin today. I also took the time to think of a nice pseudonym for yours truly. So far, it's either Erin Poxworth or Frixlie Muffinchucker. Can anyone plese help me pick? Please?!

About the sewers. Yeah. Well, I was walking by the stinky creek by our school yesterday (what the hell was I thinking?) and it got me thinking of my parents which is really weird, 'coz I love my parents to bits. I'd do anything for them. No, really. Even if they can be total shitheads at times, they're still pretty cool. My mom, for example, loves the occult. Not that she's Miss Spooky Goth Witch Mom or anything, but she lets me do stuff normal Catholic parents won't let their kids do. You non-Filipino dudes out there might think this is weird, but I know a lot of kids my age who are forbidden to talk about stuff that have anything to do with magic, like Harry Potter. Yep. I've got tons of friends who don't know who the hell Tom Felton is. Hello?! Who doesn't know Tom Felton?! The guy's a friggin' hottie! My mom, however, would encourage me to delve deeper into this kind of stuff. She'd always give me books about magic. I asked her to buy me a wand and she bought me a wand. It also helps that she knows magic's my muse. Now that I think about it, that's probably the reason why she got into this stuff. Aww, she wanted to impress me! How sweet! Love ya mom!

If you asked a friend of mine if she thought my dad's cool, chances are she'll/he'll say yes. My dad's, like, so friggin' awesome! The guy's a total audiophile; ask him any question and chances are, he has an answer. He has a collection of over a thousand CDs. I should take a picture of his collection post it here. Yeah, I should. The ultimate reason why I like my dad so much is that he's probably the only guy in the world who lets me play music REALLY loud. Make that REALLY REALLY loud. And he likes most of the bands I like, so we never have, like, you know, those generation-gap-related fights. Oh yeah, and I can cuss in front of him and he wouldn't care.

What else, um...Oh yeah. Hey Angeline! Yeah, you! Angeline Carlos! Check out this website.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Popplewell *snicker*

Whoa, look at that! I haven't been posting for a month! And to think, a lot of interesting things have happened...what a shame.

Okay, so I watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, like, a friggin' long time ago already. As a whole (as a whole...hehe...asshole), the movie was cute. It was made even cuter by the dancing and singing of the Oompa Loompas. I went with a couple of whacko Johnny-Depp-hating friends who, by the end of the movie, thought Johnny Depp was the greatest thing on Earth since Snickers chocolate. But this isn't what this post's about, so don't go thinking I'll be posting some, er, pictures of Johnny Depp here, 'cause I won't! Hear that Ginny?! No more Ewan McGregor and Jude Law for you, yah sick freak!

Here on planet Earth, trailers usually dominate the 30-minute chaos in between movies. My friends and I were shovelling popcorn and nachos into our mouths when the trailer for The Chronicles of Narnia was played. God, it was so friggin' breathtaking! I was sliding down my chair, overwhelmed by all the sound and all the light and all the-- whoa. Back home, I Googled The Chronicles of Narnia, hoping to find some info. Besides IMDb, Yahoo! Movies and Rotten Tomatoes, nothing else came up. Anyway, I forgot about it. Days passed with me worrying about schoolwork when suddenly, I snapped. When I snap, I get really dizzy. Also, I cuss more than the average Pinay would. So anyway, there's this girl who really ticked me off (I forgot why) and I let out a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong string of curses. One of them was "You bloody idiot! Stupid lion's ass--" or something like that. Anyway, I said something that made me think of The Chronicles of Narnia. Off I went to the computer lab and Googled The Chronicles of Narnia. Sure enough, a site called NarniaWeb popped out. Let me tell you this: it's the best Narnia site ever! Actually, it's the only Narnia site, but that would sound really killjoy.

The Cast of The Chronicles of Narnia (or at least those who I have pictures of)

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Dude, it's September 11.

The Exorcism of Emily Rose

Sunday, July 24, 2005

It's Clobberin' Time!

Yup, you guessed it! I watched Fantastic Four today. It wasn't that faboulous and it wasn't unfabulous (god, is that even a word?). In short, it was worth the money.

But that's not the real reason I took the time to type this up. There was this girl who was shopping in Guess? who wore the most outrageous clothes. Yeah, I know, I'm all for outrageousness, but you know, I like to tone it down a little (hey, oxymoron). I mean, the girl had fuschia hair-- there's a difference between pink and fuschia, you know-- and make-up 3 feet thick. She had, like, 20 layers of clothes on and in every single color imagineable. In short, she looked like someone straight out of the Tokyo (no offense). When I passed her, I sneered. Yeah, I sneered. C'mon! I wasn't being mean or anything! I always sneer! But anyway, the girl got embarassed and rainbowed her way out of the shop.

I respect individuality and uniqueness, but there's such a thing called over-accessorising, and she was just screaming over-accessorised. Anyway, that's her, and I'm sure I can't change that no matter how many times I sneer at her. Oh well.

Saturday, July 16, 2005

The Half-Blood Prince has arrived

July 16th-- betcha know what that means! Yep, the sixth Harry Potter book's out. Lovely, isn't it? Only one more book to go before the end of the series. Hold on-- what happens to Harry Potter after the seventh book comes out? I mean, the seventh book's the end of the series, which means, no more books will come out after that, which means (gasp!) no more Harry Potter! No, it can't be! J.K. Rowling can't do this to her faithful adoring hordes of fans! She can't! What if she can? Double-gasp!

Saturday, June 25, 2005


I've read this book three times now. It's called, "Rhymes with Witches." Fantastic book, not just 'cause it's a black comedy, but because it's so honest. I mean, the stuff in it is really the crap that happens in school everyday. It's not some sort of sissy-girl Meg Cabot novel. God, no. It's the real thing. The real, goddamn, teenage-girl-hungry-for-popularity thing. Just in case you're wondering, this awesome piece of genius I'm talking about's by Lauren Myracle. If you wanna check out her site, click here. If you've done some sort of Lauren Myracle fansite or such, owl me.

Oh yeah, if you're a girl aged 12-15, knows how to play the bass guitar and lives in the Philippines, owl me too.

Saturday, June 18, 2005

Miss Holmes, why must you torture me so?

I thought my day was going be a good, productive one. Then, I found out Katie Holmes was going to marry Tom Cruise, and my whole world came crashing down. Her life is so perfect that it's unreal, like a fairytale. It makes me so jealous! I mean, her?! Out of all people, why her?! Why not someone whose less fortunate? Someone like me, perhaps. Why can't someone suddenly fall head-over-heels in love with me? Why Katie? Does this mean that happy endings are made for celebrities and celebrities alone?

I've always hated thinking about love. And I've always told my friends that love's stupid. Deep inside, though, I know it's the one thing in the world I crave for the most. I don't know, probably the reason I hide my true feelings about love is that I'm afraid I'd be making myself vulnerable. I mean, if people knew I'd do anything for love, they'd take advantage of me. After all, the world I live in is as cruel as it can get.

Gosh, that's the most soulbearing I've done since my cousin tortured me into telling her where the Snickers were kept.