Happy Birthday!

Our supposed-to-be visit to our relatives in Sta. Ana was cancelled because of certain matterts. Haha. Okay lang. I don't want to go there anyway because everytime I go there, people talk about school, talk about UP, talk about jobs, etc. It's as if there's no school life better than UP. I know of course that UP's really great but hello, with people like that? Gawd. They just can't get enough. I guess that's normal when UP people meet up together in a gathering. They don't have any other interesting topic to talk of. It’s always UP, UP-ikot, UP-flings, UP-girl/boyfriends, UP teachers, UP facilities topics for them. They can’t execute a flowing chit-chat with a new and waay more interesting topic.

I think we're just going to go to the grave of our late relatives tomorrow. My mom said tomorrow night. I don't know what's up with her and she's into something really ridiculous. I don't want to go to cemeteries at night because I'm scared. Yeah, so childlike. Sige nga, hindi ka ba matatakot? You can go during daytime so why still care to go at night? Sadista.

So practically I'm doing nothing really productive these days. Oh, I did one. That is, I washed my schoolbag because it's already dirty. I did that just now, before having this entry. After lunch, I watched Impakto in ABS-CBN and the movie was really funny. My brother and I were laughing our asses off because of the supposed-to-be scary hilarious movie. You know in halloween, the movies aren't really scary. What I find scary are the documentaries about ghosts, lost spirits, etc. I have watched several documentary shows in TV these past few days and I really got scared to the bone because I know it's real. I just hate it when they feauture 'sapi' cases because it's obviously fake. People being featured are only faking it. Damn it. Sana sapian talaga kayo para malaman niyo kung ano'ng ginagawa niyo. There was one featured who claimed that the spirit of the late President Ferdinand Marcos was making sapi in her. Grrr. Fake. Fake. Fake. Synthetic! So back to what I was saying a while ago, I'm not doing anything really. After watching Impakto, I slept and woke up at 6:30 pm.

I've been listening to the musing of Queen, Depeche Mode, Beatles and VST & Co. all day. Yeah, I know. Music of the oldies. Now, I'm playing an album of VST & Co. on loop. I just love their music. It's very very good Filipino music. Come on, admit it. OPM now is really not good at all. The artists can't think of good songs, good melodies. The theme of their music is always love, love, love, I got busted, my heart's broken, I'm always thinking of you, you can't get out of my head, I'll be here for you, I'll let go, ulan, ulan, ulan, blah. Artists nowadays revive the songs of before which only proves that the OPM songs before are really waaaaay better than those of today. For instance, the recent revival of the APO Hiking Society's songs. And another thing for that, I really enjoy listening to old music more than listening to now generation's music. Yeah, weird for me. I'm only sixteen. I just turned sixteen. I'm not even that updated to the latest music. I don't know Up Dharma Down's and Imago's songs. Haha. I'm not even sure if I already heard them sing. I don't listen to the radio that much. I only get to listen to it when I get into my cramped school bus. and most of the time, I here the super nakakasawa nang pakinggan song by Kamikazee, Narda/Darna whatever crap. Can't they just make the playing of that song into halt because everytime I hear it, I wanna vomit. It's so novelty. Wala na bang iba? Kantang nakakasawa, paulit-ulit pinakikinggan.

I so love old music, especially that of the 90s, 70s and 80s. If you're going to see my music files here in the computer or in my data stick, you'd rarely see new songs. I remember last christmas, I had no time to buy presents for the honeys so I just downloaded new songs and burnt it on a CD. Gawd, I hated Cueshe so much. So
much. So much. So much. They suck. I tried to listen and enjoy the songs but I found my old songs more fun and enjoyable. Haha. but you know, I have been dancing with My Humps for weeks now. Blah. I have been enjoying Queen, Depeche Mode, and of course the one that really rocks my socks (this is the first time ever that I used that grade school-ish line) VST & Co. Who wouldn't agree? That group is just so adorable. Try listening to two or three of their songs and you'll find yourself singing and dancing through it. Again, I know. It's so freaking old and Vic Sotto is even older than my parents. But what the hey, they're really cool. I love them. How I wish I was born in the 60s so that as a teenager, I was able to experience the joy of being a die-hard VST & Co. fan; going to every show that they have, collecting memorabilias, autographs, pictures, marrying Vic Sotto--shit, this is insane! Haha. Who knows what would happen if I was born in the 60s? Maybe if I were, I'd be super carefree and liberated. Woohoo. Great loose life! Maybe I'd be a showbiz star because during that time, only a few are interested in show business unlike now there are a lot of bitches vying to be seen on screen. And who knows if I became a showbiz star in the 60s, Vic Sotto and I would make it good and happy together. Yeah, super insane now. Forgive me. :) We'll never know. Haha. Stop it. I know I'm looking like a crazy ass now.

I encourage you to listen to VST & Co. and develop true love for good OPM. It's way better than the ulan ulan blues by Cueshe. Blahdeblihbladebitchblech. If we're in the same generation, ask your parents or sige na nga, grandparents kung talagang iniinsulto mo ako about it and I doubt that they'd say a bad comment about their music. Love, love, love it.

Speaking of really bad music, my neighbor is singing Banyo Queen and songs by Blakdyak in Magic Sing. Sheesh. Too much for halloween.

Oh before I forget, it’s my birthday today! I’m quite happy actually and I’m uhh.. yeah, contented. I’m
saying that flatly. When I woke up, I immediately checked my phone because I was actually expecting for a lot of text messages from friends and relatives well because, it’s my day! Haha. I received only one message this morning and that was from blue_archer123. Yeah. Only him, her, whatever. In the afternoon, I received messages from Ellanie, Sheila, and Tita Marsha. I logged on to Y!M and the people who greeted me were only Danica, Ariane, and Zor. So kung sino ‘yung mga pangalan na nakikita niyo rito, yun lang ang friends na nag-greet sa’kin. Oh, I won’t forget Paula Alcantara. Skim through the names. Yeah, really only a few. In Friendster, there was one who sent me a birthday message: Rye, Tita Marsha’s fiancée. That’s all. Haha. :D I remember my birthday post last year. I was so joyous because really a lot of people greeted me on my day. October 31, 2006 was so dry. My long-time best friend, Paola did not greet me. She did not give me a call unlike what she does every year since we met. Danica (not Perez), a long-time friend, too did not greet me. My cousins did not. They called the house kanina to say something else but did not bother to greet me. Bastos. Daming nakalimot :( Haha. Again, thank you to Erica Trinidad, Trixie Cruz, Ariane Libongco, Zor Abad, Ellanie Recalde, Paula Alcantara, Sheila Liwanag, Marsha Reyes, Rye Gonzales Ayie Laxamana, and some classmates who greeted me last October 28^th (Via, Ces, Raissa, Marianne R., Phyl Santos, Ria, etc.) Thanks! ‘Yung mga wala ang pangalan diyan na hindi naman nag-greet, bitter ako towards you, guys. Haha. Kidding. Ay hinde, bitter talaga ako. Ay joke lang. Bahala kayo. I hate you. Exagg, joke.

It's a new USB for me! Yeah, with a larger memory. Yeah, really large. So now I've got 3 USBs here. All of the same brand, all birthday gifts. My mom also gave me one last year. Feel ko tinatamad lang siya bumili ng any other gift. Pwede na ako actually magbenta ng USB dito. Haha. I asked my mom why she gave me a bigger USB and this was her answer: basta, bagay yan sa Apple mo. I really did not understand what that Apple means. Everytime I hear the word apple, an appalling creature pops out of my mind. Haha. Who? All the people in my batch knows who. I won't put it here because the school might file a case against me and I might get conduct probation for this. Oho-kay, I know it's shallow but you know, school rules sometimes get overly shallow and unreasonable.

So Apple. Hmm. Haha. Maybe someone extremely rich and generous would be giving me an Apple Macintosh Notebook. Haha. I would love to have that. Or maybe, there's an Apple iPod for me. Haha. I'd just have to wait for that. There's a hint given by my mom there. But I don't want that. I still want a green/purple/orange/black accordion file case. :( It's always like this. There are better things given to me and I ask for things that aren't here and are less better than the things I have. I never get contented. I ask for more, more, more. Human nature, dude. People never get contented. That's why I hate it when CL classes in school say be contented with what you have. People are like crocodiles, lusting for what they want, lusting for what they do not have, lusting for the most pleasure they can get. The one who'd say that he/she is not like this is a big offspring of hypocrisy.

My quarter-break is ending (I believe that we high schoolers should not use the term 'sem-break' because it is only for college people and we don't even have a sem) and I haven't fixed my school things yet. This is really weird of me because usually when it's school break, I fix all my things, wash all my sneakers even though I did not use them for a long period of time, etc. blahdeblihbitchblahdah.

How was my sixteenth birthday? I woke up smelling the pungency of my favorite breakfast--longanisa from Lucban, Quezon. Gawd! I loved it. The last time I had that was years ago and it was really my favorite viand for breakfast. I like that longanisa because it's not malansa. It has ginger and garlic in it and I think that's what it makes it really delicious. We heard mass at 6 am and went home at around 7. At church, I saw my grandmother's colleagues (my grandmother is now in Canada) and they were all saying things like ay, eto na pala yung batang makulit na dala ni Ate Fe noon, ang laki laki laki na! dalaga na ano! Grr. I hate it when people say that. Para bang ang laki laki ko talaga. AT yung dalaga eklat, josko. Kaawaan. Mas gusto ko pang sabihan nalang ako ng binata na ano kesa naman dalaga. eew. kadiri. I really don't like it when people call me dalaga, dalagingding, dalagita, and the worst: malaking bulas. eeew. kadiri talaga. Anyway, I was kind of nostalgic a while ago when I saw my lola's friends. When my lola was still here in the country, she used to bring me with her when they have prayer meetings, fellowships, and the like. And me, being the mischievous kid, I'd eat and eat and eat all the snack being given to me. I'd play in the playground all by myself since I enjoy that more than playing with someone else. My lola won't mind if I run around and around and if I'd let her buy any food that I want. Yes, food, not candies, not junkfood. Real food as in may kanin, spaghetti, bbq, sandwich, blah. My lola was also the one teaching me before because she was a teacher in profession. She'd teach me in math and I remember she got mad at me because I didn't memorize the multiplication table of 4. Damn! That was the multiplication table that I found most difficult to memorize. Way back then, my penmanship was really bad and she thought that I might be left-handed that's why she let me write with my left hand--and this is the reason why I can write for a short period of time with my left hand, too. She was also the one who brought me to the hospital when I got bitten by the stupid askal of our neighbor. She was also the one who accompanied me when I took my kinder entrance test in MC before. She was the only one who watched my play way back in kinder. My role was that of a bat as in paniki and I killed Reyna Filipina. Rawr. Nice role. I miss my lola. Now, she has other grandchildren to look at there in Ontario. :( Haha. I know I'd be still the most special because I'm her one and only granddaughter. Wahaha. Poor them. So ordinary.

So this is how people celebrate birthdays. It's just an ordinary day, really. I like the yuletide seasons more because I receive more. Haha. And I can feel the spirit. I don't even treat my birthday a special one. Blah. It's only great for me because there are no classes. Now I'm sixteen. I'm older. I wanna be just fourteen forever. When I was fourteen, I was just carefree and loose. That's how I believe youth should be. Haha. Bad me. Too shallow perception of youth.

I really appreciate those people who greeted me happy birthday. I loved the pens Trixie and Ariane gave me, thank you honeys. :) Erica Trinidad again who was the first one to greet me. Ellanie Recalde who'd give me an accordion file case. Haha. I'm still hoping. Zor, Sheila, Danielle who were also there when we had the blast last Saturday. Yay, thank you. :D My brother who greeted me the moment I woke up: happy birthday, Boss. Don't ask why boss. Haha. I bully him that's why he calls me Boss. Haha.

This is a long entry. I've noticed that I've been blogging for everyday. Haha. There's nothing to do really here.

I'm already sixteen but no sweet sixteen. I'm not and will never be sweet. Ulk. I'm bitter. Haha. :D

Bye folks, love you. <<- Ick. I sound like a plastic showbiz personality here. Grrr. What's happening?! I’m having bouts of fixation with these frustrations. Whoo. That rhymed. Haha. :) Bear with me, I love you, you know. Haha. Yeah. Lurrrrrrrve you very very very much. :D