tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64529549116593804082024-03-08T20:57:13.056+08:00Stuck in your HeadAnd turns out, you're singing it all wrong.Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954298847784271873noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452954911659380408.post-77703972970327797132008-09-03T22:15:00.003+08:002008-09-03T22:26:31.560+08:00Je T'aime, Te Amo, I Love You.The last song before Ave Maria that I learned in chorale.<br /><br />And wait--there's more! More sapcrappiness. I made up the term. That's why it's crappy.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"SapCrappiness</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">After ten years, I have finally found you</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">No, more than a decade! More than ten years!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And it seems that you are too good to be true</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sadly, you are just as true as all of my fears</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I fear that you are a lightyear too far,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">That the Dreammaker didn't make you for me</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">For you're simply an unreachable star:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The epitome of inhuman beauty</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I never thought that one like you could be real</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">For you match my idea of the perfect guy</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If I saw you again, I don't know how I would feel!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Maybe close, but still far, and too low, then too high</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Nip it in the bud is what I should do</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To these feelings starting to grow within me</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It must go now, as fast as it first flew</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Forget it first flew when I was two or three"<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>Sapcrappiness! *bow*<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Watashiwa anatao aistomasu</span>. <span style="font-style: italic;">Ich liebe diche, iniibig kita. Paano man sasabihin, ang mundo'y turuan natin, tanging lunas ang pag-ibig."</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div></div><br />P.S. They put me in soprano 2! So low! So very, very low!Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954298847784271873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452954911659380408.post-89901328104861679652008-08-08T13:05:00.003+08:002008-08-08T13:29:40.949+08:00That's Why I'm Kissaphobic.Sigh. We still have two tests tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow, Saturday, August 9, 2008.<br /><br />Yesterday, we had our Filipino test and my classmate left her reviewer. I took it, being an officer, and decided that I'd return it today... which I didn't actually get to do. Anyway, there was a page that had tons of lyrics from songs on them, Little Joanna included. It just amused me, because before I even looked at that, I was singing Little Joanna. Yeah. Shallow. :D<br /><br />A few days ago, my eldest brother and I had a conversation that made me realize how spoiled I actually am. I can't help it, really. I'm the youngest girl of eight 'children'! ['children' because they're all adults already. xD]<br /><br />The subject matter actually came up because of the topic of Lucky Me Pancit Canton. He was gonna cook some, and I told him I felt envious of him and that I felt bad about having dinner because of him. I also told him that I missed the times back when I was a bit younger and my second eldest brother would cook Pancit Canton for himself and share it with me, too. Then there, my brother went, "You're spoiled a!".<br /><br />And something happened today that made me agree with it. I can be a scatterbrain sometimes, and yesterday, I lost my busmate's hairband. I was so freaked out, and I told whoever was near about it, hoping that she would be able to help somehow. Of course, no one really managed to help me that much.<br /><br />When I got home (successfully avoiding my busmate by riding on the 1st trip), I was so disturbed that I told my mom, and it seems that when it comes from my mom, it's always more sensible and credible. [Which makes me wonder why some of my friends never bother to tell their moms anything.] Anyway, she told me to text my busmate and tell her about what happened, and tell her that I'd pay her. I obeyed, then waited for a reply.<br /><br />But the thing is, she never replied, so all I did was pray and pray and pray to God and her guardian angel that she wouldn't get too mad at me the next morning.<br /><br />So there. God spoils me, because the next morning, when I gave her the money, she didn't get mad at all. Not even a bit. Maybe I'm sounding a little too religious for you, but I am Roman Catholic, after all. It's my duty to be religious. :D<br /><br />Anyway, my mom cooked Pancit Canton for me this afternoon! Two packs! I still helped her, but with instant noodles, what could you help her with? xD<br /><br />Well, have a nice day, reader! xD<br /><br />PS The Twilight series is so fudgin overrated. ^__^<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br />Love,<br />Gabrielle the Spoiled and Childish Teenager<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Little Joanna's like a laserbeam sky. Gluteus maximus like a firefly (XDD)."</span><br /></div></div>Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954298847784271873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452954911659380408.post-10998065876950416822008-07-22T18:56:00.002+08:002008-07-22T19:14:03.935+08:00How Am I Supposed to Pretend I Never Want to See You Again?<span style="font-style: italic;">Campus - Vampire Weekend<br /><br /></span>Long title, I know. Today, I am exactly 13 years and 3 months old. :D<br /><br />I don't know how people manage to get used to things like high school and teenagehood, but it seems that they just do. Before April 22, I couldn't believe that I'd be a 13 year old high school freshman already. But here I am now, sick and tired of high school, only a little over a month after school started.<br /><br />Loving school is not part of my nature. Well, maybe essays aren't part of my nature. I like to write and all, but I just get too lazy when I'm actually instructed to do so. Is it possible for an "artist" to like Math and Science? It is, isn't it?<br /><br />I must admit that I'm not like my siblings who took up Visual Communication in the College of Fine Arts of the University of the Philippines, and graduated from there, too, with pretty good grades. Or maybe I'm not like them yet. My mom won't have me taking up the same course as they did, though. I believe that it is right of her to feel that way, since 3 out of my 7 siblings graduated from there, and 1 is studying there right now.<br /><br />Maybe I should take up Interior Design... Though it would be hard to find a job.<br /><br />But why the hell am I thinking of these things already? Like I said, I'm only 13 years and 3 months old! I have... *counts* 3 years and 9 months more to decide. I'll wait until then. xD<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Then I see you, you're walking 'cross the campus. Cruel professor studying romances..."</span>Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954298847784271873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452954911659380408.post-43877676848891206902008-07-13T10:31:00.002+08:002008-07-13T10:40:18.507+08:00MOO MOO Shake ShakeOH CRAP. Oh, hi. :D<br /><br />Some people in my street are playing these dance songs and one was Shake and Drop by Flo Rida and many many others. And I messed up the lyrics again. xD<br /><br />Anyway, my arms hurt, my abdomen hurts, my thighs hurt. I am definitely not physically fit. But I knew that way before we had our PFT. :)) It just doesn't show because I'm not fat. *Are you still there? Still alive? I'm kinda... high.*<br /><br />I'll have to do my homework later. :-/<br /><br />I don't know what else I'm supposed to say...<br /><br />Uh... ANIMO, LA SALLE!<br /><br />Uh... UP ANG GALING MO @ 100!<br /><br />Uh... Bye. :D<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Move move shake shake now drop (What your mamma sayy)..."</span>Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954298847784271873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452954911659380408.post-31241908940485999432008-07-09T22:28:00.002+08:002008-07-09T22:38:23.578+08:00A B C D...I guess I shouldn't be so surprised that I'm crying and stuff right now, since I'm having my monthly thingamachurva. But it still just sucks that at home, I have no right to command anyone. I can't ask a sibling to get off the computer because I need to research. I have to wait until this time just to be able to do my assignments. Hey, I do procrastinate, but when I know that I'm in danger of getting a low grade, I <span style="font-style: italic;">work. </span><br /><br />I was tearing up a while ago, even when I already had the computer. Shallow reasons. One was that my brother (who already wouldn't get off the computer) is using what is probably <span style="font-style: italic;">my </span>Pilot ballpen. I asked him if it was his, and he said yes. But I know that he has his own ballpen. One which still has its price tag. He should know that that's mine. It was right on my notebook when I left it on the desk yesterday. If you believe that when you're at home, things can't be "stolen" from you, I think you're quite mistaken. Mistaken when you base it on this household, anyway.<br /><br />Seven siblings can be fun, but it can also be annoying. No, we don't fight lots. We don't even tease each other. We just go about our own business most of the time. I definitely don't have many choices, since I'm pretty much the distant child, being 7 years younger than the one right before me, and 19 years the junior of the eldest one.<br /><br />Anyway, moving on to a lighter but still shallow topic, we had our club period today, and a different kind of ABC was taught to us a while ago. It sounds wonderful with blending, though I've already forgotten the tune. The lyrics are obviously impossible to forget, unless I suddenly got hit by a car and had amnesia (I really don't want that to happen though. xP)<br /><br />So there. That was my shallowly suckish day. I hope yours was better.Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954298847784271873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452954911659380408.post-28563482666218242632008-06-25T22:01:00.004+08:002008-07-29T19:04:21.617+08:00I'm Not Sorry. There's Nothing to Save.I will begin this blog entry with a corny Tagalog pick-up line.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Keyboard ka ba? Type kita eh." </span>*corny joke drum sound thingie*<br /><br />Yeah, well, I have to research on the types of keyboards and computer mouse...s. What the hell is the plural form of computer mouse? Seriously!<br /><br />Anyway, the research isn't due until Friday. Then the day after that, I'll have to go to school. I don't mind that much, though, since there'll be a sort of interaction with all the other SSpS schools. Like, SHS... um, Tarlac? =)) I DO NOT KNOW! Just students from far, far away land. :D And I'm excited. :D<br /><br />By the way, my LSS for today (or tonight) is Your Ex-Lover is Dead by Stars. Yet again. A while ago, it was Reunion, still by Stars. I'm beginning to love them. xD<br /><br />I have no idea what else to say now. Hm... Ah.<br /><ol><li>I passed the chorale auditions, so I'm now officially a chorale member. WOOH!<br /></li><li>I was also voted as the vice president of the class, meaning that I'll have to stay until 4PM everyday to clean with the monitors. <s>WOOH!</s></li><li>I despise cockroaches. I was in our bathroom a while ago, and I felt something on my foot. I looked down at the floor, and there was a cockroach scuttling away. I looked at my foot, and hey, what do you know? THERE WAS A COCKROACH ON IT. Awesome right? Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I squeaked and ran off. No one heard my embarrassing scream, luckily. (I think I made myself sound like a mouse with the second to the last sentence. But you all know that I'm not, right? RIGHT?)<br /></li><li>That wasn't my 0nly encounter with cockroaches today. >_> My mom asked me to set the table, and as I was getting from the napkin container, I spotted a (striped) cockroach, and screamed again. I don't scream loudly, by the way. I just go "EEK!". So my mom got the Baygon and went to kill it, and while she did so, she said, "Hey, it's striped! That's very rare, you know." and I go, "I DO NOT CARE. Please kill it!". So she did and it died. I hate cockroaches. :|<br /></li><li>Since it's the feast day of St. Josemaria Escriva, the founder of Opus Dei, my mom invited me to hear mass with her and my dad. Having no right to refuse, I tagged along and I also went to confession. Expect shorter hours of my internet presence from now on. :> (And oh, this was before I set the table and met Mr. Stripey Roach.)<br /></li><li>I saw the former students of my sister there, and what delighted me so much was that I ACTUALLY REMEMBERED THEIR NAMES! The thought of it makes me smile until now. I rarely remember the names of people who remember mine. I have such a poor memory. Which is why I failed my Filipino quiz a while ago. I hate Filipino now. Hurrah?<br /></li></ol><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>I don't know what to say again, so I'll end it here. Good night. :)<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954298847784271873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452954911659380408.post-63403657743627688072008-06-23T06:06:00.002+08:002008-06-23T06:17:55.643+08:00Their One Mistake was Giving Up Me.The song Maybe from the musical Annie just popped into my head, which is good enough, I suppose. I learned it 5 years ago when I had voice lessons in UP.<br /><br />Anyway, I'm blogging about how it sucks that I'm awake and it's raining and how nice it would've been to be able to sleep. I can't sleep eh. I woke up to get ready, just in case the morning report (Heh. Lion King 2. :D) said that I still had to go to school. But it didn't.<br /><br />I was pretty happy until I got to my bed and tried to sleep. Because yeah, I couldn't. Maybe climbing up and down the ladder of our double-decker woke me up? Whatever it was, it should definitely be stricken by lightning as a reward for what it did to me.<br /><br />Oh, hey, then that would mean that lightning should strike me. :)) I shouldn't have gotten up at all, even if it was 5.30 already. I should've just kept on sleeping.<br /><br />...I don't want lightning to strike me. :( *knocks on wood*<br /><br />Bah. Something seriously wrong always happens with me in between 12 AM and 6 AM. Too bad, too bad. :))<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Maybe far away, or maybe real nearby. He may be pouring her coffee, she may be straight'ning his tie..."</span>Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954298847784271873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452954911659380408.post-6441968362926007692008-06-22T15:08:00.002+08:002008-06-22T19:31:37.282+08:00Aasahang Iibigin Ka...I just love the Eraserheads. :D Anyway, I've finally decided to make a post after two weeks, no matter how senseless it will be.<br /><br />First of all, I would like to tell you all that I will love Banana forever. I will also love bananas forever. xD I asked her to share with me one love, one lifetiiime. (WTH. Phantom of the Opera again?)<br /><br />Next is that I'm a high school freshman now! :O I guess it'd be easy if I were more industrious. I'll work this out somehow.<br /><br />Third, unlike Paula and Kat, there are more spiders in my bathroom compared to the number of cockroaches. :D<br /><br />Fourth, I auditioned for the chorale, and I hope I'll pass. :))<br /><br />Lastly, CLASSES HAVE BEEN SUSPENDED! WOOOOOOOOH! Yeah, I'm so late. But I'm still very happy. :D :D :D I hope we won't have classes tomorrow. They do that, don't they? :))<br /><br />Pleh, I'm too happy to make sense. I guess that's it for now. :D<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Aasahang iibigin ka sa tanghali sa gabi at umaga. Huwag ka sanang magtanong at magduda, dahil ang puso ko'y walang pangamba na tayo'y mabubuhay ng tahimik at buong ligaya."<br /></span>Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954298847784271873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452954911659380408.post-20492254212347165472008-06-04T13:18:00.002+08:002008-06-04T13:38:03.503+08:00But I Want You So Bad.<span style="font-style: italic;">Maroon 5 - Secret</span><br /><br />I don't think that my entry will have anything to do with my LSS this time. I'm not wanting anyone badly, and I have not made a secret of my using an extremely useless computer mouse that stops working every five seconds!<br /><br />Ah. Finally, an entry after the longest time. xD I never had anything nice to put here, or maybe if I had, I totally forgot about it. Anyway, I'll be going back to school soon, and when I get back, I'll be in high school already. *shudders* I don't know why, but I can't seem to get used to the idea. Nor can I believe that I will somehow get used to wearing a long-sleeved uniform for the rest of the probably-humid year. I will miss being in elementary. :'(<br /><br />I have a new layout! Obviously. I really like it, though I seldom tell people that I do like music. I don't think they would believe it, anyway. I'd say I liked a band, but I wouldn't know their new songs unless someone made me listen to them. >_><br /><br />HEY. THE ICE CREAM MAN IS PASSING BY JUST TO PISS MY DOG OFF. I think he has passed this street at least thrice in just one hour. I must admit that the sound of my dog howling to the "music" of the ice cream cart is funny, but it makes me feel a little sorry for him. I swear I saw the ice cream man smiling when he went by one time. Evil, evil ice cream man. >:|<br /><br />Hm. I don't have anything else to say now. So ta! xD<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Everyone has a secret, but can they keep it? Oh, no, they can't."</span>Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954298847784271873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452954911659380408.post-55849495583751404302008-05-19T00:23:00.003+08:002008-05-19T00:36:52.617+08:00You Alone Can Make My Song Take Flight.Music of the Night - The Phantom of the Opera. When will I get these songs out of my system? xD<br /><br />I'm awake rather late right now with a weird feeling. It's like my eyes are tired, but I'm not sleepy at all. An afternoon nap that lasted for 3 hours may be the reason behind this.<br /><br />Right after I woke up from that nap, and that was around 6 PM, I had merienda then hung around at our room again. A while after my sister left, I started to clean our rest room, because it was my job to clean the floor, the sinks, and the counter.<br /><br />When I was done with that, I still felt like cleaning stuff, so I swept the floor in our bedroom then spent the rest of the time before dinner polishing the floor using a COCONUT HUSK. With me, those are surefire signs of extreme OCD. Luckily, they come in spurts, so my friends themselves know that I am NOT addicted to hand sanitizer. xD<br /><br />I'm don't feel like typing anything, really. I just thought I should share with you, dear reader, my so-called adventures for the day. Now you know that I, Gabrielle, when faced with boredom, become obsessive compulsive.<br /><br />Also, when it comes to pasta, I can have up to four servings. That's how much I love pasta. Red sauce on pasta! Leonidas! Gerard Butler! The Phantom of the Opera!<br /><br />Impressive word association don't you think?<br /><br />Nah.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world! Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before! Let your soul take you where you long to be! Only then can you belong to me..."</span>Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954298847784271873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452954911659380408.post-53007894804869470832008-05-16T13:51:00.004+08:002008-05-16T14:12:30.804+08:00See the Pretty Girl in that Mirror there!I haven't updated in more than a week, and might be caused by the fact that... I'm too lazy to update. :D<br /><br />Songs from musicals keep getting stuck in my head. First, I kept on singing All I Ask of You and the Music of the Night from The Phantom of the Opera. FOR A WEEK. Then, today, I started singing Without Love and Good Morning, Baltimore from Hairspray in my head. And now... *sigh* My LSS is the funniest. I Feel Pretty from West Side Story. =))<br /><br />If I really felt pretty, then I probably will lose the feeling once my parents decide to have my eyes checked again and have me wear glasses... Again. Let me tell you the story of a little girl...<br /><br />She was a 6 year old girl with apple-cut hair and full bangs, and skin that was almost the same color as her white school socks. She often complained to her mum about a headache, and soon they went to an ophthalmologist who said that she did need glasses because she was astigmatic. She wore them until the end of 1st grade, then never wore glasses since.<br /><br />And that girl is... not me. Not. HA? :)) Yeah, it was. They said my skin blended in with my white socks eh. That was in grade 1, of course. :D But anyway, there, I'll have glasses again because I'm nearsighted and slightly astigmatic (that's what the ophthalmologist told my dad). I know how I look with a pair of glasses on, whatever shape the frames are. I look like a nerd.<br /><br />Oh well. xP<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"</span><span class="content"><span style="font-style: italic;">Who can that attractive girl be? Such a pretty face, such a pretty dress, such a pretty smile, such a pretty---"<br /><br />Not me. xD<br /></span> </span>Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954298847784271873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452954911659380408.post-27369215709676578122008-05-07T14:19:00.002+08:002008-05-07T14:29:32.209+08:00It Was Called Yellow.<div style="text-align: justify;">Finally, after telling you all that I love Coldplay, I make a blog entry with their song as a title. Actually, this was only one of the many songs that got stuck in my head today, but then I've already used the rest, and I promised myself that there would be variety in the songs I feature here.<br /><br />Anyway, I customized and used a layout and it's a bit lighter than the last two I've used, which is good. I kept on using layouts with the color black, and it seems so gloomy, so... yeah. I'm not feeling quite articulate these days, so please forgive me for that.<br /><br />My layout consists mostly of the colors violet, blue, and yellow, some of my favorite colors. *Well, actually, I like almost every color there is. Heh.* I'm hoping that it looks fine.<br /><br /></div>On to the topic of my LSS now. This song, Yellow, is the song of theirs that I've loved ever since I was a little kid. My brother was the one who let me hear this song, and though I didn't really love it at first, as the years went by, I came to do so. I love it because I find it so sweet that he'd write a song, jump across, bleed himself dry, and all of the other actions for the one he loves. I'm taking it quite literally, I know. xD<br /><br />To spare you from any more stupid ideas, I'll end the entry here. I know that I didn't make any sense at all.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Look at the stars, look how they shine for you, and everything you do. They were all yellow."</span>Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954298847784271873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452954911659380408.post-91094799625039860792008-05-06T20:32:00.002+08:002008-05-06T20:40:13.087+08:00If I'm Right, Then Prove Me Wrong.Man, I can't seem to get McFly's Transylvania out of my head! I blame all of this on Banana. :| She brainwashed me into liking McFly... Though I haven't listened to their other songs yet. HAHA.<br /><br />The last two days have been nice, as I've made new friends. They're two girls who are on the same street as me, and their houses are really near mine, so it's easy to go from one house to another. We spent today walking around my unsafe village, going to one house, then to mine, then to another one. The last one we went to was the one we stayed in until 7 PM.<br /><br />We were playing Clue, that game where you solve a mystery and stuff. It was a cool game, and it's the game I've wanted since I was around 10 years old. Okay, that's just three years, but what the heck.<br /><br />Tomorrow, we're gonna go to that last house again and swim in their inflatable swimming pool (xD) and play The Game of Life. =)) Perfect name, huh? xD<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Who is your lover? I couldn't tell. When hell freezes over, that's when I'll tell. Who is your lover? I couldn't tell. When will this stop?"<br /></span>Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954298847784271873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452954911659380408.post-18417583641736930642008-05-04T23:06:00.003+08:002008-05-04T23:18:44.034+08:00Would Someone Please Call a SurgeonMan, I'm sleepy. Still, I'm kinda cramming on stuff despite the fact that it's summer. I am a part of the yearbook staff, and though I had hoped that participating in activities like that would make me more disciplined, I was still being my old procrastinating self. xP<br /><br />Anyway, I'd be dozing off in my gay-looking room by now if only Photobucket would upload pictures faster.<br /><br />Explanations for the previous sentence:<br /><ul><li>dozing off - it's 11PM already.</li><li>gay-looking room - I'm now sharing a pink-and-lavender-colored room with my eldest sister.</li><li>Photobucket uploading pictures - pictures for the yearbook, which I still have to edit. :-/</li><li>writing an explanation - I understand what I myself write, but maybe normal people wouldn't.</li></ul>The pictures are taking forever. *rolls eyes... only in her imagination* Maybe I shouldn't edit them anymore. They only need cropping... *taps chin thoughtfully... again, just in her mind* Ah, well. Gabby the Procrastinator can be so clever when it comes to... yeah, procrastinating.<br /><br />*continues singing "Nothing Better" by Postal Service... obviously in her head*<br /><br />Everything happens in my mind. Except for the typing of the blog entry. *dances about... you know where*<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Don't you feed me lies about some idealistic future. Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures."</span>Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954298847784271873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452954911659380408.post-49165461664277025432008-04-29T13:59:00.003+08:002008-04-29T14:16:29.499+08:00You're My All.<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Paula tagged me... again. :|<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rules</span><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">1. Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about himself/herself.<br />2. Bloggers tagged need to write ten things and post the rules.<br />3. At the end of the blog, you need to choose ten people you're going to tag and list their names.<br />4. Don't forget to comment to their site that they're tagged.</span><br /><br />1. When awesome things get overrated, I abandon them.<br /><br />2. I find it hard to think of anything to write here.<br /><br />3. I had siopao and adobo roll for lunch,<br /><br />4. And had a banana before that.<br /><br />5. I wanna go somewhere.<br /><br />6. I'm supposed to be typing something important... but I'm not. :))<br /><br />7. I used to have a Globe sim, but I managed to block it. HAHA.<br /><br />8. I will always stay a pale shade of yellow mixed with white, I suppose. :))<br /><br />9. The older sister of a kid that pisses me off just went online on YM. :))<br /><br />10. With You by Chris Brown got stuck in my head because it was the ringback of a person my mom called. xP<br /><br />Let's pretend na sampu lahat lahat itong mga nilagay ko. xD<br />Ate Kams, Momsy Konrei, MJ... Wala na kong maisip. :|<br /></span>Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954298847784271873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452954911659380408.post-74646615797298425722008-04-20T19:28:00.000+08:002008-04-23T16:28:31.569+08:00You Think You've Got the Stuff.<span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Song playing in my head - Sometimes You Can't Make it On Your Own - U2</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />I feel so idiotic. I feel like I was totally let down. But I wasn't. It's mostly my fault for being so stubborn, and for not listening to my mum.<br /><br />You see, I'm not used to planning parties and things like that. I'm really clueless. If you read my last entry, I had mentioned something about a birthday party with my friends. Well, we just canceled the swimming, and I'm on the edge of canceling the whole thing!<br /><br />This is because there are sooo many people coming!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Did I forget to mention that that moment was, for me, Opposite Moment? OK, I'm coming up with the corniest ideas. That's how bad I'm feeling. (So if you think about it, I don't feel very bad at all.)<br /><br />Anyway, yes, I plan to tell my friends that I canceled the swimming party because there are too few people who're coming. At first, there were a lot, they said they could go. Then, one by one, they begged off. I'm sure they weren't lying. But it still sucks that they have to be doing so many things on that particular day. xP<br /><br />Remember the cough I was talking about? It's actually not getting any better. My dad suspects that I have tonsillitis. Is that really possible?<br /><br />I wish my friends would go online on YM, or Momsy Kon would. Momsy's my rant buddy, right, Mum? xD I know that I can't feel well again without the support of my friends. So my mood seriously suits the song.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Sometimes, you can't make it. The best you can do is to fake it. Sometimes, you can't make it on your own."</span><br /></span>Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954298847784271873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452954911659380408.post-9399208395362370332008-04-19T06:51:00.001+08:002008-05-09T14:36:09.808+08:00I Can Hear the Bells.<span style="font-size:100%;">Well, I'm currently listening to the soundtrack of Hairspray. Well, actually, it's my sister playing the songs, but I can't help it! xD I really liked that movie, and I wish that one day, I'll be able to watch the Broadway version.<br /><br />Things are getting slightly better, by the way. So I still have cough, but it's okay, I guess. As long as it won't be there for the whole of </span><span style="font-size:100%;">my</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> summer vacation.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Anyway, three good things in store for me.<br /><br />One, our gay computer has been reformatted, so it's working rather quickly again.<br /><br />Two, my birthday's coming up. It's on Tuesday already!<br /><br />And three, I'll be going out on Monday, a birthday treat for me and my friends. We'll go swimming, and then we'll go to my house to watch movies.<br /><br />Banana told me to update my blog because my computer's fine already, so this is why I have an update. It's my blog, it doesn't have to be very awesome, does it? I'll bet not a lot of people are reading this, anyway. HAHA.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Everybody says that a girl who looks like me can't win his love. Well, just wait and see 'cause I can hear the bells </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"</span><br /></span>Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954298847784271873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452954911659380408.post-87460408849505238882008-04-16T15:05:00.000+08:002008-04-23T16:29:58.529+08:00Bury It.<div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;">So... I hear Time is Running Out by Muse just once, and now I'm loving it. =)) And I love it so much that I don't plan on destroying it, so there.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;">Well, since I haven't any messed up lyrics to post, I'll just share with you my awesome summer experiences...</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;">Oh hey, I HAVEN'T GOT ANY. >:P</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;">As a matter of fact, my summer sucks. I haven't got a lot of (valid) reasons to back up my statement, but these are the ones any shallow pre-teen like myself would come up with:</span></div><ol><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>The Computer is Gay </strong>- mine and Banana's way of saying that the object is defective. But when we say that a guy is gay, we really mean that he's gay... Or at least we think he is...</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>Firefox is Gay! </strong>- and that is really a bad thing, as Firefox allows multiple tabs to open. My current browser doesn't have the "Add Tab" option. </span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>Insomnia - </strong>I'm exaggerating, of course. I haven't been diagnosed with the said illness, though it wouldn't surprise me if I were. It's just that I have to wait till past 1 am to start becoming sleepy.</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>Cough </strong>- one more reason why I can't sleep. I have coughing fits while lying down. You tell me to elevate my pillow, I'll do it, but I still keep on coughing. *sigh*</span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>Nothing INTERESTING to Do </strong>- shallow, huh? I have chores, I have assignments, but I still feel very, very bored.</span></div></li></ol><p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;">Man, summer's ending in a month and a few more weeks, and I have nothing to boast about come first day of classes. Not that I really boast. xD</span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em>"But our time is running out, but our time is running out..."</em></span></p>Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954298847784271873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452954911659380408.post-61899465853290870762008-04-14T07:05:00.001+08:002008-05-16T14:39:26.261+08:00Is This the Real World?<span style="font-size:100%;">How do Banana and I always manage to destroy songs? I don't know either. It's just that we do. xD<br /><br />This song, Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen, is a song that keeps on getting <span style="font-weight: bold;">Stuck in </span>our <span style="font-weight: bold;">Head</span>s. All the time, we end up singing... <span style="font-style: italic;">typing</span> it. =))<br /><br />I think you readers should familiarize yourselves with the Potter Puppet Pals. Here's a video with <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mc2xJeKMQ7c">our song today</a></span><span style="font-size:100%;">, performed by the cartoon versions of the Potter Puppet Pals. It's really funny, but don't expect it to be incredibly wholesome. It's not. xP<br /><br />By the way, my birthday's coming up! Maybe you guys would like to buy me a new computer mouse as a gift? Ahem ahem.<br /><br />GAH. I can't think of anything to write today. Sorry!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Galileo! Galileo! Galileo, Figaro! Magnificoooooowww!!! *cue in cow emoticon*" </span></span>Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954298847784271873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452954911659380408.post-18298482480593558542008-04-12T07:20:00.000+08:002008-04-23T16:31:57.754+08:00I Won't Go Home Without You.<span style="font-size:100%;">This, dear readers, is the result of extreme boredom. xD The Filipino version of "Won't Go Home Without You" of Maroon 5... by me.<br /><br />Did that make sense? xD<br /><br />*clears throat*<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >"Pinahintay ko siya,<br />Di man pinakinggan<br />Umalis siyang di ko pa nasasabi<br />Oooo<br /><br />Salitang makaka-<br />ayos ng problema<br />Ngunit ngayon ay huli na,<br />wala na siya<br /><br />Gabi-gabi, ika'y umiiyak<br />Isip mo kung bakit ka malas (<-- xDDD)<br />Bakit bawat sandali ay ubod ng hirap? <br />Hirap isipin na... <br /><br />Di pa tayo tapos<br />Bigyan mo ko ng chansa't akong aayos<br />Hindi ko to makakaya<br />At di ako uuwi nang wala ka" </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />BORED-DA-DOODLE-DOO. (Bored!!! Okay. I'm good.)<br /></span>Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954298847784271873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452954911659380408.post-69110725426419829882008-04-11T07:38:00.000+08:002008-04-23T16:32:31.547+08:00Show Me, Show Me, Show Me...<span style="font-size:100%;">Well, Banana showed me a video of the <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=f3y7hkrEYbg">piano cover of Just Like Heaven</a> by The Cure.<br /><br />It's a lovely song, though I made a mistake with the lyrics before. But at least I checked the lyrics first before singing it to anyone besides myself. =))<br /><br />A-ny-waaay, today, I got pissed off. Not that you care, right? Well, I'm the weirdo here, I wanna say something. So there, I got pissed off because it's already summer and yet I'm still given homework. *rolls eyes* Yeah, I'm very lazy, and very irritating, I know. I'm sorry.<br /><br />Well, I don't have much to say in this entry. (Besides, the only reason why the other entry was long was because it had song lyrics! xP)<br /><br />So there. Paalam.<br /><br />"Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick<br />The one that makes me scream <span style="font-style: italic;">she's sick</span>"<br /><br />xD<br /></span>Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954298847784271873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452954911659380408.post-19566046672998582242008-04-07T11:14:00.000+08:002008-04-23T16:32:49.923+08:00It's a Bittersweet Symphony, this Life.<span style="font-size:100%;">Another one of the songs </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Banana</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> and I messed up. :))<br /><br />Let's start singing. :))<br /><br />"'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >that's live</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Try to make ends meet<br />You're a slave to money then you die<br />I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down<br />You know the one that takes you to the places<br />where all the veins meet yeah,<br /><br />No change, I </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >can't</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> change<br />I </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >can't</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> change, I </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >can'</span><span style="font-size:100%;">t change<br />But I'm here in my </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >mole</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />I am here in my </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >mole</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />But I'm a million different people<br />from one day to the next<br />I can't change my </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >mole</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />No, no, no, no, no"<br /><br />Because I actually like this song, I'd rather not change it any more. :))<br /><br />We are weirdos, yeah.<br /><br />Some kind of first post, huh? :))</span>Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12954298847784271873noreply@blogger.com0