It huuurts..

Ow. Ow. Owww. It hurts to sit. And stand. And I nearly flew off the stage twice. Filipino practice hurts the feet. I suck at basketball, and I don't care. Hahahahaha. Chem longtest was ok, even if I did cram everything in last night right after viscomm and bio and...stuff. As of now, life is fine and normal and slightly boring. And I find myself getting mad at people for no particular rea---oh wait, there is a reason. HANNAH IS FED UP WITH CAMERAS. >_< Try again after humanities week, please. Or risk getting blown up. Kidding. No, readers, it isn't that time of the month yet. My stomach just hurts and the weather is too hot and I can't sit down without wincing from PAAAAIN.
Yesterday, I sent out a food poll through text, to the usual people plus Muon. The dishes in question were Cyrus and Lumpia. Needless to say, Lumpia won by one vote. :D The next, according to Cyrus, is Hannah or Cheesecake? Hahahaha. The best answers were from Erika and Garrick. ;)

erika : cyrus? food b un? haha. lumpia nlng di nman ako mbubusog ke dickson. xp.

garrick : If you mean food as in killing and gutting, Cyrus gets my vote. :p But for actual consumption, lumpia.



hannah: xD

Cyrus: (upon receiving the news of his loss) Ang daya naman!

froufroufroufrou. >_>

I LOVE THIS SONG. LAPPIE'S BEEN PLAYING THIS FOR HOURS. AND SO HAS THE CD PLAYER. <3


It's Good to Be in Love

I don't know where to start
Say I'm tired or throw a party
These cucumber eyes are lying the more that I smile
about it.
And all of my clothes feel like somebody's old throw aways
I don't like it.

It's good to be in love.
It really does suit you
Just like everything.
I'm happy you're in love,
'Cause every colour goes where you do.

I'm adoring you.
It's all good.
You're so beautiful.
I'm black and blue all over.
You're breaking my flow, how could you know what I'm saying
about it
When all of my clothes feel like somebody's old throw aways.
I don't like it

It's good to be in love.
It really does suit you
Just like everything.
I'm happy you're in love,
'Cause every colour goes where you do.

I feel so powerless
I've got to stop it somehow
oh come on, what can I do?

Why's it happening?
How's it happening (without me?)
Why's it happening?
How's it happening that he feels (without me?)

It's good to be in love.
It really does suit you
Just like everything.
I'm happy you're in love,
'Cause every colour goes where you do.
'Cause every colour goes where you do . . . . (goes where you do)
Happy you're in love x3 (ooooh) Happy you're in love



Submitting viscomm late. Must study for chem despite me knowing nothing. Must cram Bio problem set. Life is fun and depressing. Luksong baka makes your legs hurt.

Part Three.

0_0 Who knew the Lemon Squares would last till senior year? Not me. 0_0

Luckily, the kitchen didn't explode. Hooray for mixers and powdered sugar! And little sisters, to some extent. (She wouldn't leave me alone till I let her play with the dough.)

Anyway, this is what happens when people finish Anansi Boys in two days. 0_0 You *will* cook me something. Eventually. :D

Today is laaah!

Here is something I haven't done before. A full description post! Fed-up blog readers, cringe! ^_^

Ok, first, I woke up. The alarm clock rang at six, and I rolled over to turn it off. Then, the cellphone rang at 630. I ignored it. Until it rang three more times. So, I was up. Breakfast was corned beef and orange juice and rice and milk and egg.? And Uncle Dado and Auntie Mila ate as well. Mom was still asleep, and Dad took me to school. Earlier than usual. xD Yay for the car!

I arrived at school and went through the customary bagcheck and headed for the bio room, where people were doing physics homework. Which was mostly non-do-able. So we had Bio. Then Chem. And then we had Econ, in which Sir Vlad jumped on top of Mari's desk! Yay! And then Physics, which I choose not to remember. :D Viscomm time! I drew grapeshoes and vinestraps and passed it. Break! We had to sit at the frontfront benches because the children crowded up the tables. Oh well. After the customary picture care of Timothy (lunch today was tuna sandwich with tomato and lettuce and cheese.) we did NOTHING! Actually, we talked about how Harry Potter sucked, and how the writer of My Immortal was either a college student working on a psychology thesis or a sad person with the IQ of a cucumber.

Filipino! We had this game thing about Lam-ang. And Himbalik lost. Aww! And then after that we had some announcements and the Filipino practice! Yay! Llyza flew and Liean flew and Ziella flew and James sat on Jan Mikes' back and laughed crazily. And Ate Dane is the greatest. :D (and Chris is fat.) I was bored after that so I went down and dropped off my bag. And then I went to the library! And I drew some random people while sitting with Chris and Paola and Mari and Kristine and Karizz and stuff. I created a drawing of Mari, in color! And then I left the lib because it grew boring. I went to the back landing again and Jan Mikes said people were looking for me. So I went and tried to look for them. And I found Tim! By himself. At the front. Doing something. So we walkedwalkedwalked (x2 speed) and found no one. Not even Jess, so then my mom texted me that the van broke somewhere, so I had to hitch a ride. Tim! So now I owe him brownies by Monday. Foodfood. Actually, I might owe more than one person food on Monday! Oh no! But I have cooking skillz, no matter how burnt the food may appear! Mwahahaha!




I am not hyper. Seriously.

Suffocation and Distance

A candle inside
a room
too
small

Do you ever get the feeling that sometimes you limit yourself too much to one thing that all other things fade away even when you don't want them to? We don't want others to hurt twice. I don't want anyone to hurt twice, but what if by trying to prevent the second hurting, you yourself are shackled to the walls? Friends understand, yes. But the thing is that sometimes they think they're the problem. SPACE. That's all I need. Room to breathe. Room to de-smother myself and breathe.

A star


w
a
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t
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g

to fall.

(intothegroundandcreateahugecratersixhundredtimesthesizeofpisay.)

I am tired. Hugely tired. Baked in the cavernous oven that is the audi, half black, half white faces glinted in the lights, throats heaving, postures stiff. Cloth rushing, pins clicking and black on flesh, running. Physics brought me down, and my seatmates encountered the cranky, vague just-woken-up me. This continued through Filipino, and after class. And then, upon getting home, I took off my socks and dropped them into the (thankfully empty) trash can. 0_0 Strangeday. I am not my usual self.

casio

chris is llyza
paola is a llama
they live in the bahamas
eating fried bananas
princess diana
wore a red bandanna
she was killed by her ohana
"the end" said hannah.

zeus is gift wrapped.

How can one person singlehandedly create a fluctuation in the so far steady wavelength of emotions? A sudden gust of wind on a hot day. A huge downpour of rain on a calm evening. A pink splatter on a canvas of white. This is very wrong. 0_0

Reader's Theatre tomorrow. Must run to National Bookstore. Quickly.

forgetfulness

postmodern

There are two drills boring holes into my head. -_- Today was. All right. I was introduced to the world of Kit, Louie and Jessica. And I went home at 7. And I arrived at 7:40. Late. Late. Late. Socks ran away when I opened the gate. And time went too fast. And traffic went too slow. As you may have noticed, Duo's at the top. Then, a pic taken from tim's cellphone (Cy's finger is the man. My finger is the woman. ) and then, a picture of a picture of a drawing of what I see.

Blue and Yellow and Pink and Green and Orange and Purple and Blue.

Basketball makes me dizzy. 0_0 CAT marching is disorienting. And the electroscope hates me. Today was a day horrible and nice. Nice in the morning, horrible in the middle, and nice at the end. :) Tim bought me a lollipop and I hate him. Cy thinks I look like Bjork with messed up hair. My walkman ran out of batteries so now I can't play Frou Frou. I have to make a fair poster. Freaky Fairday.!

He was crossing the field. He had a blue bag. And a black bag. And a yellow shirt. And the field was muddy. The mud went squelch on my rubbershoes. Goodbye semi-cleanliness. Um. Front lob, and then his mom was there and then I said Hi and grabbed the electroscope and left. Mother was at the caf parked next to a lot of cars. One car was brownish-peach. One car was dark green. I went home and tried to sleep. Oh no. Fair poster. Ate dinner. I dislike ampalaya. A lot.


(there's your post. happy? :P)

Use a spork to do it.

I dislike being sensitive. You make too much out of some things. You overreact. Your imagination leaps beyond what is realistic. And sometimes what goes on in your head has the tendency to hurt you. I'm not usually in a complaining mood. It's just that today it rained, and I didn't feel all that happy. (I could be lying. But you, dear reader, wouldn't know.) I feel like hiring an assassin to kill someone. This is the second time now.

cupid + psyche

The piano is playing in the background. How sweet it is to be loved by you...

An old man sits by his fireplace. It is cold outside. A little boy is pushing a red wooden cart that sells brass bells. The bricks pile up against the sky. In the middle of winter and spring. Two swallows perch on someone's chimney, and the Taho man begins his daily routine at 5 am, lifting the buckets and yelling into the quiet morning. Inside the 7th apartment from the old man's home, someone clicks away at a rusted typewriter. Clack clack. Clack. Her name is -. She lives -. She loves -. She dies. The end. The writer sighs and stops. The door opens, and the Taho man is waiting. Warm syrup and cold tofu. It is good for the soul.

perio week. Sleepover at Rikka's tomorrow. Reader's theatre. o2jam is dizzying without music. and with music. I felt dead upon getting home. Collapsed on the bed and slept like a rock. A vibrating pillow woke me. and thus I begin to study once more. Maybe. Motivation is...slow. My sense of responsibility is on vacation in Palawan. It is drinking strawberry shake and watching the dolphins.

103

This is the 103rd post. T_T not very dramatic, I know. I have...40 more minutes and YM doesn't work. AGH. *vent frustration* Joviiiiiiiiiiiii...the world conspires to kill our physics labrep.

post-upcat.

Well, here goes. I got in an hour early and had to endure the long wait while the people in my group stared at each other the way complete strangers put into awkward positions do. After thirty minutes of staring, I talked to the guy next to me. Who was taking up ECE. Or business ad. He was from Rizal. Umm..yeah. He was talkative. 0_0

Exam time. Aircon. I downed a box of hello panda in between science and math (I think) and that was it. By the time the clock struck 5:07, hunger had burned a hole in my stomach. And I was too distracted to notice. A few minutes of walking in the rain ( mom was at school of stat ), and I ate half a box of brownies, and a pack of skyflakes. Hyperacidity came before fever, but I'm okay now. Yaaay.

Chel says I'll pass. ^_^ But that's up to the Master Plan.

UPCAT!

Tomorrow, I shall wake up and eat and be happy. Then I shall pray pray and pray, and go to UP, to Malcolm hall, and take the exam. And hopefully, pass. ^_^ I know everyone else will. :D God Bless to all! ^_^

la. la. la.

Nooooooooo. UPCATUPCATUPCAT. Noooooo.


Early dismissal! Hurrah! We did nothing from 11:40 to 2:30 except walk around, eat, drink, and hang out at the library. The Muon fanfic is in progress. Oh no. James is the evil water demon. Chris is the king, Llyza is the queen, Jovi is the (evilbackstabbing) prophet, Jan Mikes is the prince accompanied by his 'loyal followers' Ervin, Junnius, Audrik and Jira. (spot the odd one out. xD) The Vloodfather! Dundun! Rikka is the queen of happyland, and Liean is the princess. Jerome is the tribal chief person. And Ria is evil minion # 1! Yay. Such is the desperate madness of Hannah and Ziella and James.

...ohcrap. I left the batch shirt design at home. Mich shall kill. OH wait. She can't kill if she doesn't know. 0_0

The bunnies are adorable. And hypnotizing. 0_0 Buuunnnnieees. It'd be nice to replace them with bobbing green alligator hatchlings. Maybe the offspring of the first alligator that I had in the other skin. Funnn. Green. Alligators. I was really disappointed with my viscomm plate today. Agh. The ink blended! And ruined the whole image! Too simple! Nooo. A green turtle and an orange fish against an ocean. A cute concept screwed up. -_-

Passed~ Upcat~ simulation. Hahaa. Yay.

/somethingrathersenseless.

In the space between heartbeats

Limbo. The realm between anticipation and acceptance, rejection and depression, dreams and sleep. It's when your toes are cold from the rain, and the clatter of the car engine sounds behind you. Distractions come later, piled upon the desk like yesterday's dust. The crickets sing, and the sky is deep indigo.

The future lies ahead, and even you are not certain of it. You think you have a chance, but it all depends on the Master plan. And that is what you are afraid of. What is the Master plan? Seek and ye shall find.

Darkness and light do not mix. Darkness and light do not mix. Darkness and light do not mix.

But darkness can turn to light. If it wants to.