Monday, January 30, 2006
165. February. Headstand - woohoo!!!
What does your handwriting say about YOU?
Ayan. Salamat kay Nolan, ito ang natutunan ko sa aking sarili. Grabe. Akong-ako yung analysis na binigay. La lang.
My entire body hurts. Anyway, I brought it upon myself anyway. *sigh* Langyang DA yan. 165 is my new favorite number. 'Nuff said.
It's the last of January. Tomorrow, it'll be February and the days - my days - are numbered.
Langya, marunong na ako mag-headstand! Astig. Pero wobbly pa, shempre. Horizontally challenged ako eh. Pero ayos narin. Importante, marunong na ako.
kitten posted @ 10:28 PM |
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Tralala
Yesterday, I went to school to pick up my papers. Actually, I was supposed to pick them up first thing Monday (kasi yun ung sabi nun girl sa window, and that's important) morning but I was... I was ZZZzzzing. Haha. So I wasn't able to come pick it up.
So I came up to the OCS window and said that I was there to pipck up my papers and you know what the girl said? Kelan ka nagpasa? Wala kasi dito eh. Balikan mo na lang mamayang after lunch. Waw. Galeng. *mark sarcasm*
I looked at my watch and saw that it was, much to my annoyance, only 10.30. Woohoo. Only two and a half hours to kill. I decided to step into Sir Marquez's class. I was there. I might as well do something worth my time.
When I came into the door, with the air and the light, I thought I was in heaven. Corny. Pero di nga.
He was making snide comments about me being there, but I was too busy looking for somewhere to park my ass that I didn't care. I sat down and opened my book.
Sir Marquez: What is a dike?
Kitten: A dike is a cross-dressing lesbian.
Hahaha. Ting and I laughed for what seemed like an eternity. Gay humor is the best. For me, anyway. Naisip ko nga, kung sa block ko yun sinabi, ako, si Ting at si Domeng lang ang tatawa. Kami lang ang makaka-gets kasi di naman alam ng lahat kung anu yung dike.
Exit NatSci2. Enter Philo1. Exit Philo1. It was time to leave (again). Somehow, no matter how many times it happens, goodbye is still as painful as when you first said it.
Lefty, Marie Dominique Quilicot... You make me sad and happy at the same time. But... no matter how many entries you write, I am leaving. Mark the date... of my return. I love you Lefty. Sobra.
Mi, thanks for the cd. I l<3ved the songs, sobra. *hug* Love you.
Nolan, sorry din! I wasn't able to greet you din. Merry Christmas and have a happy new year. Segway, I might be in LA in Feb or March. Maybe we can meet up, I dunno. =P
Curious, so talagang yun na ang pangalan mo dito sa site ko? Ganun ba yun? Anyway, yeah. Pa-update update na lang ako. Di na ako pumapasok eh. :)
Ice, miss you na! Musta?!
kitten posted @ 9:06 PM |
Sunday, January 15, 2006
First entry for the year
Do you smile when you think of me?
Yesterday, I had the most decent conversation I've had with you in months. Ever since the wrong send incident, we haven't been so keen on talking to each other. But as my last day draws near, I've been trying to look for an excuse to talk to you. And that's when it hit me. Your birthday's coming up. I could pretend (coz I already have a present in mind) to ask you what gift you wanted.
I grabbed my phone and typed up a message. I couldn't ask you right away what gift you wanted so I decided I'd ask you if you've read this book blah blah blah. It was lame, and I would have died of shame if we were face to face. (Ah, the magic of technology. It does wonder for the weak of heart. Hahaha.)
You replied politely that you haven't read it [which wasn't a surprise because the book I asked about was for children. Hahaha.]. I typed up my thanks and squeezed in "Lapit na ng birthday mo ah."
The conversation went exactly where I wanted it to go and I asked you what you wanted. You told me you didn't want anything material because, well, material things don't last. I replied with "Ang drama mo naman" and told you I just wanted to know what to get you for your birthday.
Nothing could have prepared me for this.
"If I asked you to stay, would you? Nah..."
I hate how you do that. You allow me to forget everything I feel about you and all it takes is one sentence and I start to get that warm, fuzzy feeling again...
Suddenly, I don't want to leave. Suddenly, I feel like I have all the reasons I could possible need to stay.
"I hope you don't mind... I hope you don't mind that I put down in words how wonderful life is now you're in the world." And it is. It really is.
You make me want to stay forever...
When was the last time I told you I loved you?
I love you far more than you could ever imagine...
kitten posted @ 7:13 AM |
