the theory on abercrombie models

Made this out of boredom. My apologies for the mushy-ness. :p

I believe we all put ourselves in a position wherein we set standards and limitations to things or people that have yet to come into our lives. We try to create an epitome of the kind perfection we each subconciously have in our minds. From superficials like our dream car, house, job, to the most complicated, yet simple minded creatures in this planet that XXchromosomed individuals can can either despise or adore: MEN.

Each of us have one way or another set standards we dictate on ourselves to follow all for our own good. Model-esque height, sunkissed tan, bold, bright eyes, glistening smile, and top it all off, an attitude that would make girls go "awww." But more often than not, we don't end up with our own Abercrombie model-prince charmings. Instead, we catch ourselves saying, "he's not everything I wanted, he's MORE." Perfect alibi? Maybe.

He may not be the knight-in-shining-armor you had in your head. For some, it wasn't even close. All I'm certain of is that all it takes to make our self-made commandments crumble into pieces is an exception we never expected (or maybe even wanted) to come. But unlike knights and princes, this boy, (though he's only in his cheap, tin can-made, improvised "armor"), makes sure that when he comes, he's not going elsewhere..ever.

all together now: AHHHHHH-MEN.

God made a way, just when there seemed to be no way

Maraming bagay na hindi natin maipaliwanag pero pilit na ipinaglalandakan sa harap ng ating mga mata ang tunay nitong layunin. At minsan, sa hindi natin pagbigay ng pansin, kusang gumagawa ito ng paraan para magparamdam sa pamamagitan ng mga bagay na hindi natin inaasahan.

At sa aking patuloy na paglilihim, isa lang ang aking natutunan: walang sekretong hindi mabubunyag.

Marahil ay may dahilan Siya, dahilan na marahil nagtagal muna sa pagkikimkim bago ko makita sa aking mga mata. Ang sarap mabunutan ng tinik. Walang kasing sarap.

Pasubali

Kung pwede lang
'wag mo na 'tong iwasan
at 'wag mo ring
ituring na biro
di mo inaasahan
pero sana'y
'wag ipinid ang pinto

itikom ang bibig
mata'y ibaling sa'kin
pakinggan mo ang sasabihin ko

kailan mo ba matututunan?
kailan mo ba 'pagsisigawang
'di mo na 'pagkakailang tayo?
kay rami nang pinagdaanan
ano pa ba ang 'yong kailangan?
nagususmamo na sabihin mo

ang diwa ko'y
tigib sa kaiisip
sa sarili'y laging
may kinikimkim
patuloy lamang bang
mananaginip?
at mananatili lang
na nakapikit?

ako'y mayro'ng batid
ito'y iyong pag-amin
hindi na natin maiiwasan 'to

Don't get mad, get even.

Last Friday, Ria and I spent two hours in the movie house laughing, contemplating Ashanti's hideous wardrobe, and drooling over Jesse Metcalfe (John Tucker). There were a couple of other things we drooled over, actually. Note to the boyfriends: THINGS, not PEOPLE. First in line is the red Zara flats, then there's this black Bottega-esque bag from Nine West, the patten flats from Culte Femme in off-white and black (ooohhh!! I saw Hindy Tantoco yesterday wearing the off-white one!), and the 274149174 other gorgeous finds that would take forever if I continue listing down. Ria is now officially my favorite (window) shopping buddy.

Now back to John Tucker.

I found the movie really entertaining. Plenty of easy laughs, though obviously going for cutesy. And I mean PLAIN cutesy. It didn't need a highschool movie fanatic to figure out it was a cross breed of Mean Girls and 10 things I hate about you. Ashanti looked like African-American Barbie in a limited edition baby whore collection. I'm not kidding. I'm not exaggerating either. Just watch it and you'll understand what I'm talking about.

So to sum it all up, Jesse Metcalfe is sizzling. Ha, Ha.

*******

The drought is over.

I thought it would end up to be a mere waiting in vain. But after roughly around 2 years, the surprise was on me when it came out from nowhere. I knew never will it be rendezvous but I was certain that we will meet again somewhere, sometime. Bliss is the only word that can describe the feeling of finally being reunited after waiting for 2 years. Spongecola, my heart was, is, and will be forever yours. I found a new resider for my cd player that waited, just like me, for 2 years for the only cd worth playing over and over. Please support Spongecola and purchase your own Transit CD today :)

I will come back with an entry unravelling the reasons behind my shameless devotion for this heaven-sent band which incredibly makes euphoric music from inspirations I have yet to thank for.

find me, 'cause I'm lost in this reality.
find me, 'cause I'll let you, yeah, I'll let you.

meet the talkers.

Tuesdays for me are hectic. My class will start at 8 am and end at 5 pm. Doesn't sound so bad? Get this: I DON'T HAVE A SINGLE BREAK! Anyway, I met our professors for the first time today and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Well, not really.

Computer Accounting- I came in late and the first thing He She It said is how He She It hates people who come in late. He's gay but though that doesn't sound bad at all, he said one thing that will embed in my memory forever: His Her It's dream was to study in St. Scho, HS. Isn't he the cutest?

ACTBAS1(Accounting)-I have a confession to make. I'm not a virgin anymore. At least not in ACTBAS1. Why? I had such a great time during my first that I decided to take it again! Ha, Ha, Ha. She reminds me of Ms. Teapot, with her pink cheeks and cheerful disposition, which I'm sure will help tremendously as she teaches her not-so-cheerful subject.

ECONONE- She has an accent of a call center operator and the niceness and friendliness of one. 10 minutes and a little explanation later, she dismissed the class. I'm guessing she will be my favorite.

BUSMATH- The irony here is though he looked like "the master showman" (German Moreno; as described by my seatmate) , who's famous for his line, "walang tulugan!", the moment he opened his mouth and started discussing, everyone within his 5-meter radius dozed off to sleep. VERY EXCITING AND LIVELY.

OOH, fun. fun. fun.

7 days, 7 deadly sins

Here's the perfect way to narrate the week that was.

Inferno never seemed this close before.

Wrath (Anger)- Okay, this is kinda long. But read on. Matamaan sana dapat tamaan.

She didn't ask for attention, or sympathy, just like others may be doing right now. As a matter of fact, she didn't need to hear what others have to say about her, what she does, or in this case, what she writes. She can say what she wants to say, when she wants to say it, and whom she wants to say it to in her blog. But when people start getting affected with all the emotions and agitations that are going through her head, now that's another story. If there's anyone who's rightful enough to be frustrated, not to mention exasperated, by all that's been happening lately, I believe that should be her. I don't think "dense" is the right word to describe the emotion of someone who's been hurt by those who are unaware (or pretending to be) of what's theirs and what's not. And any feedback, comment, or bitchfit that will be held at her expense will evaporate in no less than a second. Fortunately for her, she dosen't care about being hated, being liked or being bashed;for as long as she knows she's right and she didn't step on anyone. I'm sure the rest of the world is in her side. They, for one, saw what really happened, and who should be called vile.

P.S.
go check the dictionary for the meaning of booty call. it might be of great help the next time you try to prove a point.

Avarice (Greed)-
"I will be an Accountant, save up, go back to the Philippines, and shop til I die"-Justo, 2006
"I will marry a wealthy man, and shop til I die"-Fernandez, 2006

Sloth (Laziness)-Backbreaking and strenuous 90 days of my expiring l.i.f.e. will be spent in Taft again. And my forsaken wrath will begin tomorrow. I will do anything it takes to stop them from pulling me out from what served as my heaven for 2 weeks, my bed. To make my point clear, I DON'T WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL!

Lust (Undesired love)- I can't wait to watch Channing Tatum's upcoming movie; Step up.Who can resist to see him do his moves and how talented he is in dancing! Okay enough with that. Who am I kidding anyway? Everyone knows it will be an hour (I hope for two) of staring and drooling over his uberly sizzling bod.

Envy (Jealousy)-Jenna Dewan, Channing Tatum is mine! Enough said.

Pride (Vanity)- I don't think Jenna Dewan is perfect, at least not physically, for her role as Channing's partner. I mean there are far better girls they can pair up with him! There's Jessica Alba for one. Well, not really. No one's perfect for him! No one, I say, No one! note to self: bitter much.

Gluttony (Overindulgence)-I started my day right by going to mass first thing in the morning but at lunchtime, it seemed like all my holiness floated away. Maybe because I didn't have enough space in my body. Call me a gourmand if you wish, but I swear, you can't blame me because Spiral makes food from heaven. Another buffet lunch tomorrow won't hurt. not a bit.

Paradiso isn't that far either :)

isn't it ironic?

the girl who never believed in long distance relationships is in one now

the girl who's a rain cloud magnet when she sings is with a band vocalist

the girl who used to be chased by boys is caught in one now, only, she's the one chasing

the girl who seems to be unbreakable outside breaks her heart every 2 days

the girl who waited for years for her love can't wait for the week to finish before she visits him

the girl who never wanted to be serious is getting in trouble for being too much of it

the girl who didn't have love in her dictionary is now living the definition of it.

bo you whore.

A little help for Mara my love.

When will people ever learn how to stop? Have you looked in the mirror lately? Well, I suggest you go take a look and see how P.A.T.H.E.T.I.C is spelled right on your forehead. Now I normally wouldn't care, who are you anyway for me to waste my precious time on. But it's beginning to get a little annoying. Not that I'm the type who would stoop down to a good-for-nothing, but it's definitely got to stop now. I hate to bring everything back but weren't you the one who started? If it weren't for your booty calls maybe, then you wouldn't DARE steal a man from someone else. I wouldn't want to call you a slag, now would you? Go ask anyone around for the word for a girl who sleeps with someone else's boyfriend and IM me right away, okay? hint: *ahem* slapper *ahem*

Laughing at you won't do anything because whores are born, not made. It runs in your blood and you will always have to live with lust calls, stealing what's not yours and having to deal with what happens after. Aren't you ashamed of what you're doing? Or have you gone insane not thinking of how cheap you may seem to many? I can go on calling you tawdry and dirty words but I'd rather not. I think SLUT will be enough.

thatsall,thankyou. :)