Today I did two things that I will probably never do again in my entire life.

1. I gutted squids.
Ew. It's... ew. Yeah. I'm never doing that again. Yuck. I pulled out those spine things and I squeezed out those teeth things. Ew. *sticks out tongue* It's gross.

2. I ate sushi.
Aaaaand... I still don't know what people love about sushi. I had one, just one, some smoked whatever and... Ew. Yeah. If people want to have sushi, they can have sushi, but I'm sticking to... not sushi stuff.

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The wonderful thing about being in love with someone is that it brings happiness into your life. Sure, half the time I'm miserable [That's just me because she refuses to love me back, I think.], but when it really matters, when it really counts, she brings this unbelievable smile to my face. She doesn't even have to do anything. The thought of her is enough.

Labels: love, nonsense

kitten posted @ 9:39 PM |



I am back with absolutely nothing to write.

And I'm supposed to make a living from writing. So much for that plan.

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Let this be the night I sleep forever.

Labels: nonsense

kitten posted @ 10:56 PM |



Mai got a me new shamrock necklace! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. :) It's the same one from AE! I swear, I've been combing through every and all AEs in the Hudson county area and have not found one, but she did. And I *heart* her for it.

Thanks, Mai. I *heart* you! Mwah.

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I checked my email today, and the first one in my inbox was an email from John Gunkel. The subject was Rutgers Newark Honors College Welcome.

Honors? Nobody said anything about an honors program... Until today.

*beams*

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It was supposed to rain today. The sky was dark and the air was humid, but I guess predicting weather from stuff like that only works in places like the Philippines where the people still believed in the magic and nature.

I was walking on my way home and I stopped to look up at the sky. The clouds looked heavy and the sky was darker than it would normally have been. I kept holding out my hand out into the air, trying to feel if it was drizzling. It wasn't. I kept walking, half-afraid half-certain that the rain would start pouring any minute.

I realize, now, that love is like rain. Love must never be stifled. Otherwise, the world turns grey and the heart becomes heavy. When it finally rains, it will pour, and the person you love will run for cover.

:(

Labels: love, me

kitten posted @ 10:19 PM |



I have this terrible pain somewhere around my back. :(

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You know how after you make food, the smell of the ingredients cling to your fingers? I hate that. No amount of washing can get it off. And I'd be balling my fists right now because of the lemony-soy saucey-black peppery-garlicy smell I have on my hands except...

Mai and I are having a barbeque tomorrow! Yey. It will be so fun. I'm in charge of... mashed potatoes and iced tea. :) Yey. Oooh, and I have the lemony-soy saucey-black peppery-garlicy smell on my hands because I soaked and skewered four (Or was it two? Felt like four. *shrugs*) lovely pounds of meat. Ah yes, the painstaking process of making a good ol' Filipino barbeque. And, because we're cute and we sooo miss the Philippines, we also bought hotdogs (The red and tasty ones, not the brown and salty ones they have here) and we'll get some marshmallows tomorrow and grill those two together. Oh yeah. :)

Then we'll sit on the grass... And we'll sip our iced tea through our bendy straws... And we'll take a walk by the river and just... live. *sigh*

This is my life. Ain't it grand? :)

Labels: me

kitten posted @ 11:08 PM |



Well, not really. Although the temps have left the typical 50's mark, it's still not hot enough to say it's officially hot. I cringe to think that in a matter of weeks, temps here will once again hit the 90's and 100's, making it simply impossible to think, let alone move. Work will be hell, I know it.

So even if it's hot, I'm trying to enjoy it. Thanks to Mai's lovely purchase of iced tea, I am now enjoying a glass of it through a bendy straw, thinking about something to write about. Although I must say, there really isn't anything coming to me...

Except the fact that I pulled a 10-hour shift at work today and am really, really tired...

*sips iced tea through a bendy straw*

*sigh* And the fact that we fought. No biggie. Actually, yes biggie but screw it. It's too hot to be angry.

Labels: thoughts

kitten posted @ 11:37 PM |



Now that I have enough chocolate and coffee pumping through my veins, here is a review of Punk Goes Acoustic 2 which, unles you've been living under a rock or have no concern for anything that's important to me because you're some sonuvabitch that landed on this site quite randomly, I've been raving about for the longest time.

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Ever since Fearless Records announced that a second Punk Goes Acoustic was coming out, I, together with the rest of the music-loving world, have been thrilled. The first Punk Goes Acoustic offered wonderful songs by bands like Yellowcard and Glasseater, and the second one promised songs from The Spill Canvas, Daphne Loves Derby and Jack's Mannequin.

Listening to the album, however, has made my stomach turn over and over. It fell short of my expectations, needless to say. It is, I fear, what all the punks said it would be: an album of sissy-fied punk songs. It just didn't do justice to most of the songs.

But one must give credit where it is due, so here is to the wonderful songs by All Time Low (Jasey Rae), Mayday Parade (Three Cheers for Five Years), Relient K (Who I Am Hates Who I've Been) and Sherwood (The Only Song).

Daphne Loves Derby, how tragic, came out with a song entitled Sun, which I thought was going to be new material. Turned out it was One, from one of Kenny's side projects with Camerafone. *headdesk*

The Spill Canvas, with their acoustic version of Staplegunned, also disappointed me. The song sounds just like the way it would if you took out all the overdrive from the original. And maybe that's the point of making it acoustic, but I expected more creativity. I wanted to be surprised, and I was - unpleasantly.

All in all, the album is good though it is not good enough that I would recommend you to spend X (amount) in Y (currency). You're prolly better off using your money to buy ciggs which, now that I think about it, is what I should have done instead of getting this album.

The verdict: Get the album, but only if you can get it for free.

Labels: music, reviews

kitten posted @ 10:56 AM |



$146.35 ang bill namin ni Mai sa cellphone. Teehee. Natatawa na lang ako sa... bleh. *throws up*

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Patrick and I were hugging each other and Marlon walked in on us. Sabi niya Stop that. Ang dami-dami ng langgam dito oh. I make a face and tell him Ganun talaga. Kasi ako ang taga-alaga ng mga naaapi. (Patrick was crying naman kasi. Like hello. Paanong di ko ihu-hug yung tao?) And Patrick says Totoo yun. Kaya pag may nang-aapi sa'yo, punta ka kay Kitten. (This next part made me laugh so hard.) Marlon says Eh siya nga ang nang-aapi sa'kin eh. Kanino ako tatakbo?

Cute.

And, uh, we broke the touch barrier today. He hugged me. He hugged me. Sorry. Nagulat lang ako. *blush*

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I haven't felt this much love for you in a while. I've been bitter, and I've been angry. I've wanted nothing more than to own you, like I did before, and love you the way only I can. Now, it's like there's something swelling inside me, that's the only way I can describe it. I find myself smiling, and I know it's because of you, because of the sheer joy you bring into my life, because of the love you make me capable of giving.

Thank you.

Now I understand: You don't need to love me back. I resolve to stop asking.

PS It is your freedom that I love about you the most. How could I ever want to tie you down to me? :)

Labels: love

kitten posted @ 11:34 PM |



Natatawa ako. Natatawa ako sa sobrang inis. Papaano ba naman kasi... Waaaaah.

Ganito kasi yun. Si Mr.Laughs-At-My-Intelligent-Jokes, iniinis ako ng iniinis kanina. So iniinis ko din siya ng iniinis. Tapos nung tahimik na kami he says to me Why don't you go clubbing with me tonight? And I just go... Whaaaaa?

I mean, really. Does he not pay enough attention to me? Ah, hello? Kitten is not equal to ghetto. Please. Oh god. I mean, really. Me? Ghetto? Emo po. Emo. E-M-O. Emo. Not ghetto. N-O-T G-H-E-T-T-O. Not ghetto. God. Ask me out to a rock concert, sure. But a club? Aaaaaaaaaah. Yeah. So not my scene. A club? Where people randomly hump each other? Yeah. Not happening. Unless, you know, he'd force me to go and put up with my whining, which, I promise you, is guaranteed.

(I mean, sure, people (especially girls) in clubs are hot. Waaay hot. But, god, half of them carry some incurable STD, which, to be quite honest, I'm afraid I'll catch if I get just a little too close. Aaand, before you say what you are about to say, one can never be too careful, okay, so shut it.)

Ang nasabi ko na lang sa kaniya ay Tell me, do I look like the clubbing person? *sabay taas ng kilay* Fortunately, my friend walked in on us talking (I was actually half-afraid half-certain that by the end of our conversation, one of us would have a black eye, and the only question was who.) and goes Ayain mo na si Kitten sa lahat, wag lang sa club. Kung gusto mong mag-enjoy siya, sa park mo siya dalhin tapos bilhan mo ng kape. Or kung ayaw mo, magswimming na lang kayo. Sigurado, mag-eenjoy siya. sabay kindat sa'kin. Ha. Buti pa yung taong walang gusto sa'kin...

*sigh*

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Title: Saved
Artist: The Spill Canvas
Album: Sound of Superman
Play count: 136

Listen to it. Or you'll die. Or worse, you won't die... ever. Ha! But seriously, listen to it. It's in the player. At least it should be.

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New Yggdrasil necklace = Love

Yehey. :)

Labels: stories

kitten posted @ 9:17 PM |



Four people sit at a table. There's Girl A and Boy, who are dating, Girl B, Boy A's mom, and Girl C, Girl A's best friend. This night is the night the couple formally introduces their partner to people important to them.

The introductions are brief. There isn't really much to say after Boy said "She's my girl." For the longest time, the people at the table are quiet.

"So, tell me, Girl A, what are you majoring in?" Girl B asked, feigning interest.

Girl A forces a smile and replies "Nursing."

And Girl B replies "Ah, mabuti."

...

It's amazing how some people make it sound like being a nurse is the grandest job there is.

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Bibili ako nito.

Nahohomesick nanaman ako. :(

Labels: nonsense

kitten posted @ 11:53 AM |



The most painful part about loving someone in secret is never getting to give them what they truly deserve. It will raise too many questions, and eyebrows, that you're better off forgetting you had feelings for that person to begin with.

This doesn't change the fact, however, that when the time comes when you need to do something nice for them, you are left hesitating. Will this be too much? Will this be too little? That's until you realize it's two weeks later and it's just too late to do anything at all.

But perhaps that is not the most painful part. I lied. The most painful part about loving someone in secret is the fact that it is not secret at all. The person merely refuses to acknowledge it, which is more painful than anything else in this world. So s/he goes off doing what it is that endears him/her to you the most, pretending you don't love him/her and it's like your love doesn't even exist... When contrary to that, your love is all that exists. That it is, for the moment, the only thing you feel, you see, you know.

You'd think that for all the pain you go through, you'd just decide one day to forget all your feelings, and perhaps on more than one occassion you have (As I have.). But then you never can. You say you want to stop and you say you'll find somebody else, but you never do. Perhaps because pain isn't the worst of it. Nothing is. Love is just love. And it is enduring. That's all that there is to it, isn't there?

Here's to pretense, the promise of pain, and enduring love.

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I lost my shamrock necklace. :( *sobs* Get *hic* me a *hic* new one. *sobs*

Labels: love, nonsense

kitten posted @ 11:01 PM |



This is for you.

One cannot give up if one has not fought.

Labels: thoughts

kitten posted @ 11:34 PM |



I was on PostSecret this morning and I saw this:


Somebody shares my secret. :)

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Would you ever date somebody younger than you?

*sigh*

Just asking.

PS PamQ! Thanks for talking to me the other day. And thanks for sharing my joy. *hug*

PPS Doms! I'm glad you think so. :) *sigh* All the suckiness has paid off, dear! *mwah*

Labels: thoughts

kitten posted @ 9:10 PM |



I'm tired.

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Apparently, people have a hard time looking up the song. Because I love all of you (and because (some of) you keep flooding my YM with offline messages), here is a link to The Spill Canvas' Catch the Wind.

Download Listen here.

PS I'm not sure if it'll play coz it's copyrighted material, but try anyway. Lemme know if you have problems.

Labels: nonsense

kitten posted @ 11:33 PM |



You know how I said that today was a good day? Okay. All that talk means nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to the news I am about to break.

I got into Rutgers!!!

Ah. My life makes sense again. *celebratory dance sequence*

I, Kristina Dianne M. Deonaldo, am finally going back to school. I am soon to be a proud freshman in Rutgers University, the state university of New Jersey.

Everything makes sense again. For once, my life just makes perfect friggin sense.



PS Between you and me, my dad was close to tears when he found out. And he kept hugging me. My mom naman couldn't stop telling the people here in the house. It was almost like she got into Rutgers. Everybody else has done their share of celebrating na. :)

Labels: me

kitten posted @ 11:05 PM |



<3

Christopher Street
My friend (who will remain anonymous throughout this entry) and I met up at the Path station in Journal Square to head towards Hoboken. When we got to our stop, I decided that I didn't want to go to Hoboken just yet so we got off at the next one, Christopher Street station.

It was beautiful. (Sorry, no pictures.) I guess it was the early morning light. The park was just glorious. There weren't a lot of people so it was really quiet. But more than anything, it was the sight of Hoboken that was wonderful. It was breathtaking. He kept telling me that he's never gone to a place like that before, and I honestly felt weird because, well, I go to parks all the time. (Batang-park ako eh.) We sat on the grass, which is something I haven't done in a looong time, and had dark chocolate. God. Loved it. :)

Oh! And there was a cute somebody who tried to talk to me. Had I been alone, I would have talked to him too.

Hoboken
After an eternity (He enjoyed sitting on the grass. He said he loved the feel of the sun on his skin. Haha.), we headed back to the Path station and went to Hoboken.

Coffee. Banana Nut Loaf. What would a trip to Hoboken be without them? :) We sat at the park (Sabi sa inyo batang-park ako eh.). It was lovely. It was windy, but the sun on our skin kept us warm. Then there were planes writing a message in the sky. Shucks. It was the most romantic thing ever. It read "I love you." Aw. It was super, super, super sweet.

Barnes & Noble, Hoboken
After we had our coffee, I told him I wanted to go to Barnes and Noble. (I was actually thinking about getting him one of my favorite books, Beauty's Punishment by Anne Rice.)

We were walking along First Street (And it's not 1st street like in New York. It's actually spelled out.) and... well, he got me flowers.

They were nice. The picture I took is sucky, but they're beautiful. Really. (Except, you know, I don't know what they are for exactly.)

(He should have told me he was going to get me flowers so that I could have told him I loved daisies more than roses. I dunno. Roses stink. Daisies are friendly. But whatever. I still think they're nice.)

I got him Beauty's Punishment. I would have signed it, but he wouldn't let me. (Edi wag.) And I got a new bookmark that reads: The greatest happiness in life is to love and to be loved. Then we headed back.

The flowers are in a vase now. And I'm writing all of this so that I wouldn't forget that it was a great day. I wouldn't mind having one again.

Labels: stories

kitten posted @ 2:30 PM |



From my beloved Sourcreamjunkie:

REPLY to this POST and:

1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal.

It's fun, papies.

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Kingdom of Loathing rocks. You know, when you're not doing anything because everybody else you know is at work or school. Yep. It rocks, alright.

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I'm supposed to write down something important here. But I keep forgetting.

Oh yeah. Now I remember!

Cute girl. Post office. Yep. There was a cute girl sa post office. Cute. Girl. Post office. She made the incredibly long line bearable. And she made me smile, as in smile, papies. Smile. Life's simple pleasures, baby.

Her name is Dominique. And if I was a little braver, I would have asked for her number too. I could be having hot... coffee *clears throat* with her right now, and basking in the afterglow talking about the complexities of life, instead of writing this post. But I decided against it for reasons I choose not to reveal.

Life is good. Half the time.

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Good Lord. I just found out that two of my guy friends are having sex. Fuck. (It seems so inappropriate to use that word, doesn't it?) And the thought is almost... tender. Shucks. *blush*

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Checked out Denial Feels So Good. It's certainly different. *weeps*

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I'm sad. Kasi I was in *some chat room I won't tell you about* and... they were talking about depression and suicide and all that... stuff. And some of these guys are 14 and 16!

Wala. It's just sad.

Labels: love

kitten posted @ 3:15 PM |