i’ll update about paseo in a bit. nothing pretty or anything though.
but yea. due to the events which occured at paseo that evening, i am officially going through one hell of a ride. i am required to wake up not later than 9 and be in the office [in office clothes] by 10 or something like that. and do i have to do? nothing. beri good. i just answer phones and cut out ads.
this is marvelous.
btw, i’m getting korean bangs.
me and andrea are the comeback kids. we you know you love us.
so nina’s not sure about going to paseo anymore. grr.
i don’t have any idea on what my title for this blog should be which is weird because i’m usually always excited to put titles on my blogs. today must be different.
for some reason, i have the strongest feeling that i should start blogging about more important things. not just about what i did the whole day cuz no one really cares about that.
….
long pause.
oh, screw that. i’m selfish :))
today was soo the drama and not the laguna beach kinda drama. it was i’m a teenage-drama-queen-god-give-me-a-social-life kinda way. yes, i was a drama queen today. buggin everyone bout how bored to death i was and crying to my mom and everything. god, i feel so embarassed right now. i even bitched at chab for a while but i had my reasons.
moving on..
yeah, i got really bored today. and like, acted up and everything which did get me out of the house unfortunately not to the best place in the world, carbon. she took me there to buy groceries. omg. and she made me take down notes for crying out loud. like, basically the prices and shit like that. i mean, it wasn’t THAT bad but not the cherry on top of my whatever but it beat staying at home mopping about how chabel doesn’t have time for her friends anymore cuz all her time’s with ken. but i get that i guess i just think it’s kinda unfair how he gets ALL her time. but i guess that’s how it is when you get a boyfriend. lol. don’t worry, i’ll know how it’s like when i have one. hardy har har.
so here’s my new things to do:
find a job that PAYS
learn how to commute in this hell
and well.. i forgot. i tend to do that alot nowadays.
and today, i finally had the guts to ask my mom if i could go to a club on saturday night. like, a club with drinking and all that shit. hopefully drugs, too. oh, how i’d love to rebel like that. HAHA. jk. my god, the look on her face was priceless cuz i knew she couldn’t say no after that speech i gave her about how my friends alway hang out and how it’s hard for me to cope cuz i go to another school and this is the only time i get to catch up and they don’t even let me and everything. i mean, it’s true anyways. they’re too stuck up on me being a junior and all that shit that they don’t let me do ANYTHING. i’m always too young for anything. geez, i wonder what my mom would say when i ask her if i can go to jamaican nights. that bitch’ll flip fo’ sho’! HAHAHAHAHA. omg, issa.
but yeah, it is true. i was feeling really down today cuz i don’t know. my cabinet is looking very empty. my hair isn’t looking the way i want it to and yeah, i haven’t been out in ages. except for the gym but everyone knows THAT doesn’t count unless you’re with friends. my gym buddy is my mom. fuck that.
oh yeah, did i mention that i have to work for my laags? fuck, i know. it’s this psycological malfunction with my mom. she’s nuts. everyone knows that. lol. i mean, honestly, she’s so righteous about how her dad made her work at a young age and all that shit and she’s trying to raise me the same way, it actually sounds pretty stupid to me, actually. cuz look, my mom’s a smart girl, i bet her dad held her back from alot/ most things in life which triggered her rebel and have me, issa, the love child/ the experiment. and let’s be honest, i wasn’t the best blessing. hell, i know i was her struggle. lol. so why the heck is she trying to raise me the same way her dad did? she must be psycho. kill the beast, yo.
whateve. the point is, i get to go out on saturday and i’m happy. this better work.
i need a bikini
and
i need a new top
today was soo the drama and not the laguna beach kinda drama. it was i’m a teenage-drama-queen-god-give-me-a-social-life kinda way. yes, i was a drama queen today. buggin everyone bout how bored to death i was and crying to my mom and everything. god, i feel so embarassed right now. i even bitched at chab for a while but i had my reasons.
moving on..
yeah, i got really bored today. and like, acted up and everything which did get me out of the house unfortunately not to the best place in the world, carbon. she took me there to buy groceries. omg. and she made me take down notes for crying out loud. like, basically the prices and shit like that. i mean, it wasn’t THAT bad but not the cherry on top of my whatever but it beat staying at home mopping about how chabel doesn’t have time for her friends anymore cuz all her time’s with ken. but i get that i guess i just think it’s kinda unfair how he gets ALL her time. but i guess that’s how it is when you get a boyfriend. lol. don’t worry, i’ll know how it’s like when i have one. hardy har har.
so here’s my new things to do:
find a job that PAYS
learn how to commute in this hell
and well.. i forgot. i tend to do that alot nowadays.
and today, i finally had the guts to ask my mom if i could go to a club on saturday night. like, a club with drinking and all that shit. hopefully drugs, too. oh, how i’d love to rebel like that. HAHA. jk. my god, the look on her face was priceless cuz i knew she couldn’t say no after that speech i gave her about how my friends alway hang out and how it’s hard for me to cope cuz i go to another school and this is the only time i get to catch up and they don’t even let me and everything. i mean, it’s true anyways. they’re too stuck up on me being a junior and all that shit that they don’t let me do ANYTHING. i’m always too young for anything. geez, i wonder what my mom would say when i ask her if i can go to jamaican nights. that bitch’ll flip fo’ sho’! HAHAHAHAHA. omg, issa.
but yeah, it is true. i was feeling really down today cuz i don’t know. my cabinet is looking very empty. my hair isn’t looking the way i want it to and yeah, i haven’t been out in ages. except for the gym but everyone knows THAT doesn’t count unless you’re with friends. my gym buddy is my mom. fuck that.
oh yeah, did i mention that i have to work for my laags? fuck, i know. it’s this psycological malfunction with my mom. she’s nuts. everyone knows that. lol. i mean, honestly, she’s so righteous about how her dad made her work at a young age and all that shit and she’s trying to raise me the same way, it actually sounds pretty stupid to me, actually. cuz look, my mom’s a smart girl, i bet her dad held her back from alot/ most things in life which triggered her rebel and have me, issa, the love child/ the experiment. and let’s be honest, i wasn’t the best blessing. hell, i know i was her struggle. lol. so why the heck is she trying to raise me the same way her dad did? she must be psycho. kill the beast, yo.
whateve. the point is, i get to go out on saturday and i’m happy. this better work.
i need a bikini
and
i need a new top
well, i decided that i’m not going to pretend to be nice to francis because if he’s trying to get close to me again by talking to me and by throwing away his cousins problems in my face then, i’m sorry. not ever, mister. if he thinks that he can still be uber comfortable with him, i’m going to remind him that he pushed me away and you can’t always get everything back once you let it go. i can’t wait to run into him one day. lol. i just realized that the song, just so you know makes me gloomy. i mean, it’s an awesome song, it just makes me feel so.. gaaah. lol. but omg, i am loving famous last words by MCR i think it rocks. it’s 2 am or something on kevin’s watch and i could not care less. i want my laguna beach to hurry and be complete so i can watch it. it’s season 3. for some reason, my season 2 and 1 is fucked and i can’t see shit. wowowee does make me really happy. love it. i need to go shop or something. i’m bored with life.
And I know. So many, I am not afraid to keep on living, Can you see? I am not afraid to keep on living, [ Lyrics found on http://www.metrolyrics.com ] These bright lights have always blinded me. I say. I see you lying next to me, ‘Cause I see you lying next to me, ‘Cause I see you lying next to me, ‘Cause I see you lying next to me, I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to keep on living, |
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i just read the message again. here’s my real reply:
maybe the girl likes him but then again maybe she doesn’t. maybe she’s just nice and had a lot of extra time. just cuz she made his scrap book doesn’t mean she likes the guy. if she texts like she doesn’t care, maybe she’s just like that. maybe she doesn’t like texting or maybe she’s pissed cuz she thinks that your cousin in taking complete advantage of the situation. or maybe something else is up with her. you don’t know what she’s thinking. it could be anything.
just tell your cousin to talk to her. call her, meet her up. you know, tell her everything that she needs to know and not to keep her hanging like that. maybe your cousins like you, franc. he’s there one day and the next he disappears. mayube that’s what disappoints her. if that girl needs and explanation for him then she by all means deserves one.
tell your cousin i wish him luck and all the happiness in the world.
you too, franc. i guess.
geez, i hope this entry get’s featured on that xanga thinggy. lol.
crosses fingers (X)
and i got to watch tv which is something i was never able to do when school started cuz i was always busy. wowowee makes me happy 🙂
i woke up early today and fixed my closet. well, i’m in the process of it anyways. right now there are 8 stalks of clothes on my floor. going out pants/ shorts, going out tops, tennis shirts, house shorts, house shirts, tops i’d never wear , bottom i’d never wear and mommy’s clothes. yeah, i think i’d OCD like that. haha.
chabel might come over today. might lang. she’s still trying to sneak out. lol. it’s kinda funny though. like before, i used to hate the fact that chabel or any of my friends for that matter would sneak out cuz i knew it was bad but now, i’m just like, what the hell, sneak out fast and get your fat ass over here. lol. i love life. i love summer 🙂
oh btw, i never got to update everyone about the beach. it was fun as hell. i just got bitten by jellyfish. damn things.
From: Franxiz
| Subject: | .. |
| Message: | iss..help me..with my cuz’s prob..haha..theres this girl that he liked daw and ths girl, made his scrap book project and that girl slept till 7a.m daw..she girl waves to him sweetly in person..and one more thing..she’s so friendly in person but if ever my cuz texts this girl, she replies but sooooo dry..also sa y.m daw..what does this mean man?? any word from u??hehe..luoy a.u..kaw ra akng ma approach in terms of this kind of probs..;) hpe u can help me with my cuz’s prob.. |
fuck. i hate francis. he sent me this through friendster. pisti.
i hate how he ended things with me and now he just comes back and acts like nothing happened like we can be friends again without even bothering to talk about everything that happened between us. where’s the justice in that? no, i’m not going to let him win because he’s a dumbfuck and i hate dumbfucks. i hate kc, too. i hate that bitch. she’s such a motherfucking bitch. argh.
changes topic
i heard i must be emo today. shit, it’s humorously annoying. lol.
what made my day: my new baby phat shirt. 😀
i wish i knew what your motives are and
what you’re trying to do to me. i wish i
knew how to handle this and how i’m
going to make it out alive right after
you suck me in your world just like
before. i wish you’d give me a signal
when i should start pretending to smile
when i can’t so it wouldn’t be hard when
you come back. if you decide to, that
is. please don’t. i honestly don’t need
you as much as i thought i did anymore.
it’s finally pt’s and tomorrow finally the last day of school for this year. yes, mother! lol. and yeah, i haven’t been studying lately cuz i’ve been busy with practice and concert stuff. it’s tomorrow. yey. i can’t wait. lol.
anyways, i got home today and went straight to the PC w/o bothering to study. hehe. and yeah, francis sent me a message on friendster. he said, “How’re you?” and i invited him to the concert. i don’t know if i invited him cuz i want to see him or if i invited him for the sake of making money. honestly, it’s more on making money cuz yeah, if he’s hoping to come back then, i just don’t know anymore. i’d prefer that he’d not because that boy justd doesn’t know what he wants. but god, i know i’d space out if i saw him again. the thought scares me but i’m hopeful.
whatever na oie. i’m over it. i’m dunzoo. i think
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