| Feeling. |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|10:37 am] |
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| | heartbreak, heartache. | ] |
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| | Help I'm Alive; Metric | ] | i usually grab snippets of song lyrics but this time, everything has to be noted.
"I tremble They're gonna eat me alive If I stumble They're gonna eat me alive Can you hear my heart beating like a hammer? Beating like a hammer? Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer Hard to be soft Tough to be tender Come take my pulse, the pace is on a runaway train Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer Beating like a hammer If you're still alive My regrets are few If my life is mine What shouldn't I do? I get wherever I'm going I get whatever I need While my blood's still flowing And my heart still beats... Beating like a hammer Beating like a hammer Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer Hard to be soft Tough to be tender Come take my pulse, the pace is on a runaway train Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps Beating like a hammer Beating like a hammer If you're still alive My regrets are few If my life is mine What shouldn't I do? I get wherever I'm going I get whatever I need While my blood's still flowing And my heart still beats... Beating like a hammer Beating like a hammer Beating like a hammer Beating like a hammer"
read it and feel. i can't quite say anything although i want to say everything. so i'll just sing and maybe you'd like to sing with me?
enough silence. |
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| om. |
[Sep. 15th, 2009|10:24 am] |
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| | busy | ] |
| [ | wade in the sonic joy |
| | across the universe (take 2); the beatles | ] | in hinduism, it is the sacred word. people can levitate with this word. if only i had the time to meditate, right? yes. right. because right now i should be finishing my very last novel for english 12 and not contemplating the lessons i learned from a way-back-in-august reading.
i have not painted my nails in two weeks and it worries me. the fleshy part of my thumb (underneath the nail) is bleeding. i cannot remove the green textile paint from my thigh. my hair will not cooperate. i know you probably don't want to hear me complain about such vain matters but this is my only outlet, as i cannot very well complain to my everyday companions. unless i want to be strangled to death. or severely mistreated. i am getting sick of wearing socks and sneakers. and the changing weather is a painful experience.
nonetheless, i think i have settled. i don't feel very strongly about anything in particular--the question now is if that is a good thing or a bad thing? hmm?
sometimes one cannot bear to live with routines. |
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| People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. |
[Jul. 17th, 2009|08:17 pm] |
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| | sore | ] |
| [ | wade in the sonic joy |
| | Work; Information; In This City; You've Got to Hide Your Love Away | ] | Just another phase of my depression.
What is it about me that is so... untouchable? No one hugs me. But I talk. You know my name. And you talk. It feels as if I'm enclosed in a glass display box. Or that scratch-n-sniff book with a try-me swatch on the cover. Have these people conspired against me? I've done something wrong. Or there is something wrong with me.
I miss being understood. And fitting.
And maybe the glass should be broken.
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| fullness. |
[Jun. 24th, 2009|06:40 pm] |
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| | depressed | ] |
| [ | wade in the sonic joy |
| | i don't like it like this; the radio dept. | ] | lately i've been feeling severely emo, if there has ever been such a thing.
it's that feeling of supreme inferiority coupled with unfounded exhaustion. that and wet feet.
it's all so sad.
and you'd think that the song to pull on my heartstrings today would be more substantial than something by avril lavigne. whyyy.
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| What's my age again? |
[Jun. 16th, 2009|11:46 pm] |
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| | cold | ] |
| [ | wade in the sonic joy |
| | I'm Always in Love; Wilco | ] | So. i've gotten over the anxiety attack, i think.
And i realized that maybe--just maybe--my Great Expectations are not so much like reaching for the moon, but that "the moon is reaching for me." Haha. Yes, I am quoting Audrey Hepburn.
And I feel like this kind of independence is kind of scary.
And this newness is overwhelming.
But it sort of works.
And I do love my friends very much. Hello friends. :*
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| This is no coin toss. |
[Apr. 17th, 2009|03:27 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | shaky | ] |
| [ | wade in the sonic joy |
| | Hong Kong Garden by Siouxsie and the Banshees | ] |
I have a bit of a situation. I have moved up from limbo into a new circle of hell, as it may be called, where there is a life-altering decision to make. And no, I cannot make any Two-faced coin tosses. I don't make my own luck. However, I do believe in the power of deep, careful thought (which I believe everyone is capable of).
So, friends, this is the situation.
Benilde with a School of Design and Arts Grant for Fashion or UP Fine Arts-Visual Communication?
I need your help. Think with me. We should go find some deep wells to sit at the bottoms of. I need opinions so I can make a mental deliberation list thingamagiger. Ugh.
Talk about a fork in the road. |
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| only in april. |
[Apr. 7th, 2009|02:11 am] |
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| | cold | ] |
| [ | wade in the sonic joy |
| | ha ha by mates of state | ] | i feel like i might throw up. and i could not type that without finding out on dictionary.com whether or not the words should have a dash between them. so i guess i still make sense. right now i am having what i have decided to label College Life Anxiety. it is a condition--no, sickness--that must be familiar to all fresh high school graduates which is only more accentuated by my lack of direction. sad to say, i still have no idea where i am going to college. don't get me wrong, i'm not some lazy miscreant who couldn't care less. it's just too, too much.
right now it is all so vague. i don't even have an ID anymore. boo. i'm not even a student anymore (oh my god i'm unemployed). so maybe i should be enjoying my 'moments of freedom.' maybe so, maybe no--as my characters would say. i had no idea orange infinit' was 2.5 more than red. hum. and tonight/morning i briefly broke my fast and i genuinely regret it. never again, i swear.
there are actually a lot of things i should be attending to but i can't bring myself to face them just yet. yearbook, yearbook, yearbook. aaand. i don't know. building a future. and talking to people. i feel so... ugh. summer. my brain cells appear to have lessened. i no longer understand the rules of functions. not that i miss them. haha. but seriously, am i the only one who is worried? and yes, the ever-unavoidable nostalgia has claimed me once again.
limbo, now.
get back to me on the 17th. |
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| because i am feeling sentimental. |
[Mar. 16th, 2009|08:11 am] |
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Cliché as it may sound, I will really miss high school. Hum. Crissel's survey. :) [1] got a 100 card grade (whooo. i love ms. maramag, ms. lim and ms. arnaldo.) [2] failed a perio (or passed by a point. haha.) [3] crammed for a quiz (always. filipino especially.) [4] finished Ibong Adarna [5] finished Florante & Laura [6] finished Noli [7] finished Fili (yes, cover to cover. i heart isagani. haha.) [8] finished Ibong Mandaragit [9] used a gabay for the Noli/Fili [10] read a totally different version of the Noli/Fili [11] borrowed textbooks from other classes (haha. stolen history of the world.) [12] lent textbooks to other classes [13] borrowed a lab gown [14] lent a lab gown [15] failed a subject [16] did summer classes [17] got a merit [18] got 3rd honor [19] got 2nd honor [20] got 1st honor [21] got a line of 7 card grade (algebra. mrs. saddul. yes she makes me sad. :| ) [22] passed Chem [23] passed Physics [24] had something printed at the Comp. Lab [25] used a clearbook (minimum of 2 every year. yaaay.) [26] used a Jansport backpack [28] crammed for a project [29] copied homework [30] cheated [31] got a 4.0 club grade [32] got declared Best Speaker [33] got declared Best Debater [34] was in the Winning Team [35] enjoyed Geometry (when math began to love me back. haha.) [36] got into the Top 10 [37] recited voluntarily (yay me.) [38] "shared" in CLE [39] did a handwritten lab report [40] forgot my PE clothes [41] did not study at all for a test [42] made reviewers (an experiment after being encouraged by apo. didn't work. ha.) [43] borrowed/copied reviewers [44] paid someone to do homework/projects for me [45] borrowed/lent notes [46] had Sir Rono as a teacher [47] did homework for one class in another class [48] flunked an Isidro test [49] had the MR as my homeroom Discipline [1] got a green ID (irreverence during prayer--or talking during the angelus within earshot of ms. baysas. haha.) [2] got a blue ID [3] got sent to the CSF (for being sick without the high temperature to match. :| ) [4] got a call slip [5] ate in class (cy's skittles. yum.) [6] texted in class [7] got caught with my phone on [8] got a clean record [9] was put on probation [10] got a conduct grade lower than G [12] got an O conduct grade [12] got an oral warning [13] did community service [14] turned in something for the lost & found [15] got back something from the lost & found (shoes, i think.) [16] filed a violation [17] read the handbook [18] got scolded by the SC (yes, my ID was confiscated by joang.) [19] cut class [20] came in late for class [21] got my ID confiscated for ridiculous reasons (above mentioned.) [22] got yelled at by a teacher (a scarier low, threatening tone. eep.) Other experiences [1] got into a fight with someone from a higher batch [2] got attacked by higad [3] had a bird shit all over me (not all over? haha.) [4] sat at the stone tables [5] danced for the Intrams [6] played for the Intrams [7] had a crush on a teacher [8] waited on a teacher on the foyer (not fun. ha.) [9] got into the faculty room [10] bought C2 from school [11] slept over for Peace Camp [12] tried out for Delta Chi (i might've, had place, time and fortune allowed it.) [13] brought a guitar to school (hahaha. wow. electric guitar that i so know how to play.) [14] have been to a concert sponsored by the school [15] went to the prom [16] watched a volleyball game [17] watched a basketball game [18] switched clubs (cwg forevaaaar.) [19] was an officer (club?) [20] cried in school (sadly yes.) [21] lost a G-tec (believe it or not, i have never owned a g-tec.) [22] had a serious injury while in school (no, but possibly something internal that is yet to be diagnosed. haha.) [23] came to school with a fever [24] went to SEP [25] have seen my face on the video presentations/slideshows they do for special occasions |
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| a hangover from love, or the lack thereof. |
[Feb. 14th, 2009|01:45 pm] |
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| | dizzy | ] |
| [ | wade in the sonic joy |
| | Midnight Coward by Stars | ] | Today was not right.
Be forewarned: this is a Valentine's post. But one of the rather unconventional type. Don't worry; I won't be sappy or anything.
I have officially given up on getting it right. Cause it's cheesy and contrived. And I may be lacking in experience, but I think my points make enough sense to justify my claims.
Why do roses have to come around only once in a year (and don't say it has something to do with their abundance in growth when in season)? And why do conversation hearts have to do the talking?
There is something about days like this that compels you to act a certain way. Maybe to please people and not shock them with any non-submissiveness which may be interpreted as rebellion. Maybe because we're too tired to do otherwise.
Who is St. Valentine anyway and why has he become such a cause for celebration? I read once that he was kind to birds. I only remember that there was a garden somewhere in his story. And that he was kind.
It's not that I don't like it, it's just that we all seem so overly smitten by the holiday (or at least the restaurants do). It's insane.
It's just that everything was so contrived today. Love is not contrived.
My jaw is aching with the sweetness it's tasted. And my eyes feel like heavy drapes on a sick, bright morning. But this music is keeping me awake. And so are my clear, clear thoughts.
I don't want to live with cats in the future. I don't even like cats.
It's because you might leave me and I don't want you to. So if you stay for me, then I'll stay for you. And we can keep each other company.
Like we did today. |
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| No, you burn the fabric. |
[Feb. 11th, 2009|02:49 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | chipper | ] |
| [ | wade in the sonic joy |
| | let's dance to joy division by the wombats | ] |
I am not heartbroken yet. becaaaaaauuuse I got the SDA Grant for fashionandIfeellikemyhearthasstoppedbeating. It's not broken, you see. Haha. Anyway friends, let's celebrate! Who wants me to buy them something? Or do something. Yeah? Or better yet: who wants to buy me something? Haha. This is for all of you to know that I want that pretty heart-shaped box with vintage grooming accessories from Cubao Ex. Yes! Go! Buy! (because it's Cool! Spankin'! Great! Haha. I'm sorry for the weird randomness). We should eat Mike and Ike or drag unsuspecting passersby to an open party. Or run and run until our forelegs start sweating. Or burn money. Or fabric. And smell it and try to identify what kind it is. The truth is, I am still very anxious about everything. I do not know if I will live long enough to find out what it's like taking Fashion in Benilde (because everyone is so ________ there. and overly beautiful and high-powered like gold batteries and pretentious and expectant and unsmiling). The walls are white but it feels dark inside. I don't know. It's possible that I was just way too nervous to notice the wholesome atmosphere of the place. It is surely somewhere I would love to be. But is it better than UP and/or SoFA? I have yet to find out. Talent test, please love me. You are why my heart is not yet broken. Eep. It might amuse you to know that I tripped on my way out of the 'waiting room' where all the other nice smiling interviewees with their very friendly mothers were ogling at my huge portfolio bag and heavily criticized daybook. Yes, count on me to do something clumsy and embarrassing in the face of polite strangers' conversation. Hahaha. |
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| wet things and dry things. |
[Feb. 5th, 2009|07:41 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | sore | ] |
| [ | wade in the sonic joy |
| | rocky took a lover by bell x1 | ] |
I was thinking of posting something cause I felt like it (and I've learned to avoid touching any of my school things for fear that I will fall into my huge school bag and never come back out), but I couldn't think of what to post. If I'd gone with that purging method I usually apply when I "write," then you'd all really hate me right now. No one wants to feel this bad. Anyway. I'd just closed the post-entry window when I found out that cenfad (yes, cenfad. home of my brief yet poignant first experience as a contributing member of the fashion world) has recently gone bankrupt. Now what does that tell you? What? Maybe I'm not looking at it in the right light. Or maybe I'm supposed to learn something from this. Oh my goooooood. Michelle handed me a piece of blue scratch paper a while ago because she'd written some random note she wanted me to read. (I'm keeping it in my wallet. Come visit me for viewing privileges.) I was folding and unfolding it as I was walking and when I flipped it over, the scratch side read: also adversely affect her These things always mean something. I think I might die early. Of a mysterious undisclosed-by-the-press cause. (Yes, the media will know. Haha.) |
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| we've got our friends in the city; what are you worried about? |
[Feb. 3rd, 2009|12:05 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | random | ] |
| [ | wade in the sonic joy |
| | salt, peppa and spinderella by johnny foreigner | ] | hello after a very very long time.
i am procrastinating as usual. but this time, it's nostalgia (and not plain sloth) which drives me. eeh. don't worry, this is no emo post. i just really miss this. wasting time online by baring my thoughts to the world.
so school has been even busier and more dragging than i ever thought it could be. i want the year to end. it feels as if there's nothing more to do. and ironically, there is so much to cram. ugh. i think i'm just lazy. or no. tired. worn out.
i'm hoping that college will be better? i really hope so. because the idea of it is so awfully frightening. i need to see that it is so much better so i can stop worrying. i don't want to have to eat in the bathroom (sofia). haha. and i don't want peer pressure. or irritating profs. and most of all, i do not want algebra in a classroom full of people who are not as understanding as my classmates now. the thought alone is just way too embarrassing.
oh and i don't want to take up the life of jose rizal again. at least i don't want to memorize anything. not that i don't appreciate what he's achieved. haha.
right now i need a lot of random passages. the censored kind that can go in a yearbook? a catholic school yearbook? help? please?
i have listened to this song i am playing more than ten times already and it feels great because i haven't done this in a long time. i miss a lot of things. hum.
it's all so sad. what's even sadder is that i've grown so much more unfeeling and insensitive towards all these things happening (or not happening) around me simply because i haven't had the time to think (or write) about them.
eew. i'm such a workaholic. let me just comfort myself with the fact that i'm not as bad as a lot of other people i know? hmm.
i have not been counting our days left in school. i only know that they are not very many. so yay seniors. i cannot wait. |
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| Let them eat cake. |
[Oct. 8th, 2008|01:56 am] |
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| | complacent | ] |
| [ | wade in the sonic joy |
| | paper planes by m.i.a. | ] |
You know, my birthday turned out better than i thought it would. I mean, considering I had no plans. And no parents. And a lot of other things I don't feel like mentioning. Sometimes I think it's better to not expect. That way, you don't get disappointed. I've reached the point of resilience. Nothing really affects me anymore and not expecting simply helps me more. It's a bit scary sometimes. I feel devoid of myself- if such a thing is even possible. Because I study now. And I'm capitalizing what should be capitalized even if this is just a blog post. Because I don't even bother to make plans. Because I don't draw in class anymore. Because you can bombard me with all the work in the world and I'll (stupidly) do it all. Because I don't seem to care. Because I've become meaner. Because I'm not as careful as I used to be. We wrote a lullaby yesterday: Close your eyes, my darling baby. Come away to Neverland. Meet the pirates and the lady Playing blithely in the sand. Do not fear, my darling child. There are stars to light the way. There are treasures in the wild. And the promise of today. I am here, my darling daughter. Rest your head against my arm. Though tomorrow you'll be older, Still I'll keep you safe from harm. Close your eyes my darling baby. Come away to Neverland. Maybe it means something. Haha.
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| we mustn't panic. |
[Jun. 28th, 2008|01:23 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | ditzy | ] |
| [ | wade in the sonic joy |
| | gotta stay high by the new radicals | ] |
oh, it's all so distressing. school is distressing. sleep is distressing. not being able to see (very well) is distressing. life is distressing. yes? yes. and college---oh my gosh, COLLEGE. i think i need to work harder, because i'm definitely not getting anywhere if i continue to waste my time doing less important things (like this) at the wrong time of the day (like now). haha. did you know that the ateneo application form asks for two careers of preference? and they have to be specific, like not just industries or fields or areas you want to work in, but actual professions. agh. they are not very nice. so here i am, getting these weird panic attacks due to [over]-thinking about the future. and really, i shouldn't be so worried but i can't help it because the future is asphyxiating. yes friends, asphyxiating. please tell me you know what it means (haha pau). and i don't want it to kill me just yet. is this how you feel? take deep breaths with me. :| and i, being so stalked by insecurity, had to find something to keep me occupied. so visiting my lj after practically a month brought me to the IQ test that angie posted. yaaay.
don't trust the internet. |
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| i feel smart. |
[May. 5th, 2008|11:43 am] |
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| | awake | ] |
| [ | wade in the sonic joy |
| | this is for real. | ] |
hello friends, i'm saying goodbye to my art school girl self this thursday. sort of. mmm. let me translate: we're getting assessed this thursday, so please wish me luck or pray for me or whatever it is you can do to support me. come to our icon show on the 17th. if you can make it to kuala lumpur. haha. :) so i will soon get to feel the summer-ness of this summer, since it's more or less been spent in an otherwise non-summer-y environment. in any case, i'm really happy with how this summer's turned out so far. let me bother you with a late update about school---have you all seen your report cards already? prom pictures? i'm clueless. tell me when the class lists are out okay? hum. school feels like a totally different world now. it will be difficult for me to readjust, i think. anywaaay. let me gloat since i've found one happy shred of my life there that i'd like to hold on to for a while. i have finally seen my report card and it is rather beautiful. haha. with a few stains here and there. mmm. you'd never guess how much speech and grammar love me. guess, guess! haha. :) science, not so much though. but it could be worse. i've been watching basketball games. don't be so surprised. i actually had fun. hahaha. see my latest photo album. :) it's nine in the afternoon here. what time is it there? |
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| Make a move. |
[Apr. 15th, 2008|12:06 pm] |
This is a quilted bag--- a quilted bag I plan to decorate per square. There are exactly 132 squares to fill. Give me something unique to you, in words or pictures, quotations, song lyrics, whatever that you want me to put on a single square. And that square will be declared yours. I promise. Make your mark on my first industrial-sewing machine-d bag. Haha. :) |
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| accident prone. |
[Apr. 5th, 2008|10:48 am] |
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so let me tell you about yesterday. well, the part of yesterday between 8:00 and 8:15. i was climbing the stairs (at a perfectly normal pace, mind you) and i somehow managed to almost-fall. well, okay, i did fall. haha. and i didn't realize that i was supposed to be feeling any pain until the numbness subsided and i felt some scrapes maybe. and wow i broke a nail in the process. you know, broken nails are underrated. they are very, very painful. and [shortly] afterwards i managed to, yet again, trip on something. this time it was the doggie gate, which actually tipped over due to the force of me ramming into it. so the upper left hand and lower right hand corners were still in place, leaving me in a sort of suspended position that may be very much likened to a contortionist's letter A. oh yes. and the beauty of it all was i couldn't regain my balance. so i couldn't get back up. and i spent quite some time laughing at myself. and you're probably laughing at me too. that's okay. hahaha. aren't i brilliant? i know i'm clumsy, but i haven't been this accident prone in a long time. what changed? |
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| Bye Bye Baby. |
[Mar. 17th, 2008|03:36 am] |
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| | headachey | ] |
| [ | wade in the sonic joy |
| | bruised by jack's mannequin | ] | I'm leaving for Kuala Lumpur at around 5 tomorrow morning. And wow, I'm really excited, but I'm going to miss everything here so so much--especially since this trip is taking up practically the whole of my summer. boo hoo. here: Model Drawing and Textiles on Tuesdays, Intro to Fashion Design on Thursdays, Pattern Drafting on Fridays, and Batik Painting on Saturdays or something like that. I'm very afraid. So wish me luck, pray for me, whatever. I need to know you care. hahaha. I'll be back in May, then we can all have our picnics or whatever with what's left of summer. Just text me today and I'll give you my KL number. Oh and call me before I leave or leave me a message somewhere or do I-don't-know-what-just-do-it. Don't call my phone though without prior warning cause it might die. haha. And I quote that very repetitive 80's song, "don't you forget about me." This is summer, lovelies. Let's enjoy it. I love you guys! p.s. What do you want for pasalubong?
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| MORG Love ( please come? :) ) |
[Feb. 18th, 2008|09:47 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | hungry | ] |
| [ | wade in the sonic joy |
| | radiation vibe by fountains of wayne | ] |

In case your eyes are as bad as mine:
MORG Love is a Prom-ish event put together by the UP Musicians Org.
It will be on a Friday, the 29th of February, which only comes once in every four years. yay.
There will be bands (Sugarfree, Hardboiledeggz, Wake Up Your Seatmate, The Lowtechs, Space World, MORG II-Star Lovers Band).
And there will be games.
And there will be food (Old Swiss Inn food. Yum.).
And for all this you have to pay only Php 400 by the 22nd. You can course your payments through me.:)
Garden Plaza Hotel at 1030 Belen Street, Paco, Manila (across Paco Park)
Come in Punk Rock Formal.
See you there! |
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| the best names ever. haha. (feel free to add.) |
[Feb. 11th, 2008|06:30 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | with momentum | ] |
| [ | wade in the sonic joy |
| | no cars go by the arcade fire | ] |
We do wonderful things when we're bored.:)) Dj.Patty.Jica.Den. Our future babies have future names: Alina Anton Rafael Chad Nathan Alicia Katherina Brian Miguel West Yelena Zach Belinda Isabelle Blaze Milo Hot names.:)) Brian Justin Miguel Michael Mike Nathan David Denise Jessica Patricia Pauline Francesca Alian Isabel Karla Yes, of course our names are there. hahaha. |
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