Saturday, January 27, 2007
We just finished filming some of the scenes that we'll be having for our movie trailer project in Multimedia. I'm so tired and a bit washed out.
I'm just so thankful to everybody who helped us with all the "hukay" of the props. I have cold and I think I'm about to have a headache. I've become a bit irritable these days too. I wonder why.
A groupmate [in this project], is making my nerves itch. I don't know actually. She didn't do anything as a matter of fact. She's so kind, so sweet that [sometimes] it becomes corny and it lights my ass up. [it's in a survey that one of the things that irritates people is: corniness (tama ba spelling?)] Let's face it, I'm acting kinda b*tchy right now. I hate this.
My head is all messed up. I don't know which task to handle first: my midterm exam in Programming, my feeling major exam in PE, my movie trailer or my suffering health [I hate this]. And...by the way, I'm getting fat as usual. I'm not eating tonight and maybe the following nights. I don't like food anymore. Except veggies [they're not food, they're alternatives for food---because food makes us fat. Okay this maybe is a wrong interpretation but what the heck]. My throat soars so I have this good excuse not to eat [talk about fooling myself].
Okay shift topic, my Uncle just arrived and guess what, my cousin bought me MCR's latest album [geez, I don't know why I hardlickin' like that band so much]. Mom told him that it was my latest: OB--obsession. I'm not obsessed, I'm just freakin' crazy about them! I have no idea how MCR's music morphed me into somebody else. I just don't know. [Like the way I answered my Dad back when he told me to shift to Nursing] My God, he has no idea about how many parents ever wished their kids to stick to only one course [less financial waste]--unless of course, they're illegal and they're kids would find themselves surrounded by media asking about bombings and death threats [whatever].
Right now, I just wished I get all my problems in school solved and this [itsy bitsy] presonality prob. Before it takes over me...and one day I 'll wake up with the world against me. I don't want that, besides who wanted it, would be such a moron.Labels: dramatic, irritable moment, my chemical romance
welcome to the black parade :: | :: 6:15 PM
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
I am now listening to Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance their latest hit. I'm turning a bit of an "emo" nowadays. Maybe because I could express well with this new wave of personality. I like it. I want to live with it. It's like I felt like, I could be anything that I wanted to be. Nobody cares. So shut up [kidding, of course not you]. One problem is. My Dad, he hates black and he's bound to maybe hate me forever. He sees my slow pace change of style and looks. I go to church on baggy pants and of course minus the argyle socks. I don't know how my friends back in the province would react to it or maybe adjust to the new me, but all I know is, my college cliques did well. Ever since I moved here in the city, I kinda acted different. From the kinds of words that I speak and maybe the preferences. Food, drinks, clothing, tambayans but no, no drugs please and add the cigars and beers [I don't like them]. My room is messy and so is my hair. I was once this Taekwondo Junkie and I am part of the varsity team. I am sweet and innocent before I left the province. When I got their. Shocking, looks like I got out of place. But of course, I could never forget where I came from. Whenever I get back home, I'd be back on my black [of course I can't live without black] slippers, baggy [here we go again] jogging pants and fit [at last a piece that isn't even EMO!] blouse.
I don't care what other people say about this new uh...trend [?] that I am bound to become. What worries me is what my parents would say about their child. I know that ever since, my parents wanted pink and white for me instead of red and black. Ballet instead of taekwondo and keys instead of the strings. My Dad's birthday was yesterday, and I don't want to disapoint him so, I greeted him with the usual pasweet moves. I don't like to be sweet anymore. I'm growing up and it doesn't mean that I'm the only girl among the three (kids) of us, I had to be this sweet lil thing everybody's talking about: adorable. And by the way, my Dad hates loud, "turn it off please!" music. We are so totally different.
My cousins whom I live with here in the city aren't emos. They're extraordinary party animals and rockers too. I had a hard time getting along with them that's why sometimes, I get depressed and walk away. Then all of a sudden, I found myself: "oh, so this is me". And all that happend was more of looking beyond what I can see in the province. That there are a lot of things that I could think about. And that shaped me to be this way.Labels: change, emo, my chemical romance
welcome to the black parade :: | :: 10:18 AM