dear wong family

fuck you

sam

WHAT'S UP IN THE HEEZY?

- i ought to be shot for this


so there's exactly one week before my birthday. i lack excitement, i know. i'm not that wound up. i mean, i'm like one of those wind up toys that have been forgotten to be wound up. i'm just lying on the counter and collecting dust. not totally excited, no. my logic is that 15 is an ugly age. i don't know if that's supposed to make any sense.

kaya, rhema,  and gea seon got to meet the spanish national team! it's so awesome and totally unfair, btw and imho a good goodbye present for garry, who's leaving. i wanted to see them though! that's like my dream! well, my ultimate dream would be to make out with one of them but that's easier said than done.

mothertrucker, i just realized i'm going to be fifteen and in the tenth grade! i was just in the ninth grade twice! well, technically it was once.

anyway, big fucking news that deserves to be aired in the journal that i haven't written in in forever:

 i'm not going to be playing football anymore. hanging up my cleats and trading them in for trainers. just running and maybe rugby.

oh right. 

so summer's passing by. school starts in august and it's another ten months. and then SUMMER AGAIN~YAY! what i've accomplished? nothing. running for 40 minutes straight. not a big fucking accomplishment to be completely honest. oh, and completing the hills! such a loser, i am. speaking of mind numbing (in the shit ways, naturally), newport harbor makes me squee. everyone's friends and there's minimal drama and lots of cutsie pie moments. someone pass me a vomit bag, please. kidding. it's not that bad, it's feeding my brain incentive to go have a life.

OK. Fuck the fucking FO banner. I'll just post a fucking FO banner if I want it so badly.  

2-0. TWO FUCKING ZERO.   FUCK. Well, Terry's absence must've very well gone and influenced the bloody players, plus Mourinho and Sheva aren't... aren't Sir Alex and Cristiano.  Jesus. It's falling apart.  

Fuck, you know you're angry, when you can't even read SLASH properly. I can't look at Xabi/Stevie without wincing in near agony. I couldn't even appreciate the shallow love that is Sergio/Nando.   

My parents are home. Suddenly, I find that I don't want to have to have to be in my mother's face 24/7 or dad's. 

How do you people do it? Live with both your parents, I mean. And have to put up with them... I can't wait until I go to college. 

If it means leaving the Philippines, if it means leaving people... Fuck.

I'm undergoing random things, that may or may not affect your reading this godforesaken journal of mine.

Number 1: I'm entertaining comments for songs that should be downloaded for a 16 hour aeroplane trip, because I'm sick of all the shit songs that are on my ipod, so like, please, like comment, with song titles.

Number 2: I'm going to redo this journal. I am officially accomplished.

Number 3: HELLO!

Yeah, I'm fucking crazy.

Byeo!

EDIT/ANNOUNCEMENT: Yo, because I like totally feel like it, and I really want a nifty friends only banner, this journal is, from now on FRIENDS ONLY. LIKE, WHOOP-DEE-FUCKING-DOO!

Tee hee.

Yes. For those of you who aren't my friend already, BWAHHA. GET AN LJ, and like, comment.



EDIT:

(there will be continuous edits throughout the day, btw)

the football slash is slowly molesting my brain, i've succumbed to what i thought had been an idea, but now that i've ruled it out (safely), temptation. i'm barely functioning, let alone, properly. kaka/yoann, kaka/andriy, stevie/xabi, bastian/poldi, becks/icker, cesc/robin, sergio/fernando (good god, no. save for one story which made the couple seem appropriate), wayne/cris (this paring is beyond disgusting). i'm a sucker for grammar, hoity toity words strung into simple sentences, do not confuse the former for: blatant abuse of the thesarus, and brown eyes
football players.

spouse-y, this is more than i can handle.

goddammnit, you negroid hominid (yes, you, KAT) i can hear your snide laughter in my ears, then, i feel my hand coming into contact with your face.

oh, what joy do i feel now.

i've been awake for thirteen hours, thirteen short hours. see, waking up at 7 30 in the night time does things to your head, now, my body clock, along with my already short-fused head, are messed up. i promised mother i wouldn't stay up too late, well... yeah. too bad.

next update coming. later.

oh, and about the whiteout. (it's going to be impossible for me to not think of correction tape everytime whiteout leaves my brain, or mouth...)

1. i drank
2. i danced
3. i'm not angry
4. i was drunk
5. it was fun
6. apparently, mico and i did more than he or i remember.

to clear the former:

1. it was either a shot of tequila or vodka, then coke with vodka, then pommelo juice with gin, or sprite with-- i don't remember.
2. i dance with many people, mostly my circle of friends. atkins, manhit, mica ho, ninny, quiche (keish), poolahlah, the goddamn first year class of poveda, john valdes, 2n, mico (i think).. yes. PEOPLE. both heterosexual and homosexual inclinations are implied. kidding. i was heterosexual for the night (mostly).
3. why would i be angry?
4. i did get drunk. at first, i was pretending. then, it morphed into reality. how? i don't know. do not ask me to know how my brain functions, it functions (either well or badly).
5. FUN. what part? all, if not, most. it made my 2006, apart from the other things that made it.
6. i was drunk, he was drunk, we were both drunk, honestly, am i the only one who finds it fucking hilarious? no. so shed whatever inhibitions you have. like, now.

the worst part? getting the nostalgia from seeing those "ism people". maybe the pain hasn't dulled as much as i would've thought. or maybe it hasn't dulled at all. the signs, small, and subtle are evident. you can see me visibly flinch, even now.

i find myself unbelieveably pathetic and vulenerable at this moment in time. apart from, my bladder is full, and i have this strange yen to either sleep, shower, or brush my teeth.

Edit:

Are you there, it's me, Sam.

Maybe it's my being semi-inspired, maybe it's my seeing the clear after so fucking long. it's almost invigorating, after honest-to-goodness monotony, or perhaps it's the fact that i am lacking in sleep, and the day looks so full. i could almost weep for its beauty, the sun, though i can hardly call this May (nor do i want to, becaue May is just... fucking steamy). it's December, though it certainly doesn't feel like such. blame it on the philippines being far too close to the equator.

There's an edge to this year, is it that it's coming to a close? who knows?

your insipid desires are too predictable and sad.

Stole this from Mica, but yeah. Tis funny.


WHAT'S YOUR MIDDLE NAME MEAN?

A : You like to drink
B : You like people.
C : You are really silly.
D : You like to drink.
E : You are dead sexy
F : Damn Good Kisser.
G : You never let people tell you what to do.
H : You're loyal to those you love.
I : Great in bed.
J : People Adore you.
K : You're wild and crazy.
L : Unbeliavably great in bed.
M : best kisser ever.
N : You like to drink.
O: awesome kisser.
P : You are popular with all types of people.
Q : You are a hypocrite.
R : Fuckin crazy.
S : Easy to fall in love with.
T : You're loyal to those you love.
U : You really like to chill.
V : You are not judgemental.
W : You are very broad minded.
X : You never let people tell you what to do.
Y : best boy/girl friend any one can ask for.
Z : Always ready.

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Z : Always ready.
A : You like to drink
V : You are not judgemental.
A : You like to drink
L : Unbeliavably great in bed.
A : You like to drink


I'm always ready (right). I like to drink (times three!). I'm not judgemental (who are we talking about?). I'm unbelieveably great in bed (if you say so.)

I have a bad feeling about this trimester. The whole bit of my dying bugs me.

ROUND TWO (2)

I HATE EXAMINATIONS.

Is there a word or right to say
Even in this old fashioned way?
Go make your move, girl
I'm not coming home

Would things have changed if I could've stayed?
Would you have loved me either way?
Dressed to the blues.
Day to day with my collar up.

Decision sits so make it quick
A breath inhaled from an air so sick
I cursed the day I had learned
Of the web you spun...
You had your hold till bleeding

Hey, Hey!
If it was up to me
I would've figured you out
Way before the year clocked out
Oh, I hope you're waiting

Hey, Hey!
If it was up to me
I would've never walked out
So until the sun burns out
Oh, I hope you're waiting

Would we have lived as a child would care?
With this vial to drink I dare
(Oh where have you been, oh where have you been)
Only to cry all alone with your taste on tongue
(Oh where have you been if it hurts to be forgiving? Bye)

Should we try this again with hope? (Bye, bye)
Or is it lost, give up the ghost
And should I die all alone as I knew I would...
Then burn in hell young sinner

Hey, Hey! (Ha ha)
If it was up to me
I would've figured you out
Way before the year clocked out
Oh, I hope you're waiting
Oh, I hope you're waiting

Listen well... will you marry me?
Not now, Boy
Are you well in the Suffering?
You've been the most gracious of hosts
You may be invited, girl, but you're not coming in

Listen well... will you marry me?
Not now, Boy
Are you well in the Suffering?
You've been the most gracious of hosts
I may be invited, girl, but I'm not coming in

Hey, Hey!
If it was up to me (you had your hold)
I would've figured you out
Way before the year clocked out
Oh, I hope you're waiting

Hey, Hey!
If it was up to me (give up the ghost)
I would've never walked out (Oh where have you been, oh where have you been)
So until the sun burns out (Oh where have you been if it hurts to be forgiving?)
Oh, I hope you're waiting

Listen well... will you marry me?
Not now, Boy
Are you well in the Suffering?
You've been the most gracious of hosts
You may be invited, girl, but you're not coming in

Listen well... will you marry me?
Not now, Boy
Are you well in the Suffering?
You've been the most gracious of hosts
I may be invited, girl, but I'm not coming in

Listen well... will you marry me?
Not now, Boy
Are you well in the Suffering?
You've been the most gracious of hosts
You may be invited, girl, but you're not coming in

Listen well... will you marry me?
Not now, Boy
Are you well in the Suffering?
You've been the most gracious of hosts
I may be invited, girl, but I'm not coming in
And you're not coming in

Thanks cousin 'jaimz for teaching me a la GUITAR. Now I can't get out of my head, and I have a strange inkling that it's here to stay.

Have you ever felt so full, that you literally thought if you pressed a pin to your skin, you'd pop instead of bleed?

Oh, a milliongazilliontrillionbillion points to the person who can guess the name and who sang this song...

Fun is a three letter word, in other words, there is no comparison of the noun to the real thing.

The Sophomore Night was fun awesome.

Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my will to stay.
These eyes won't see the same, after I flip today.

I want to watch Happy Feet

There are bigger things than your head ego. So much for being mature. I'm this close to kicking your ass... Get a fucking reality check.

Before the remaining battery leaks from my laptop...

Sophnight tomorrow. How time flies, eh?

November, so fast? Just a fortnight ago I was posting about... school starting. Soon enough, that time will come again. But first... Christmas and SUMMER Vacation.  

Just not soon enough. 

Here I am, up to here with work.  Still finding time to post on the internet. 

Work sucks. That's the way life goes. 

Oh, and a HAPPY shoutout to Mrs. Perez (though the likelihood of you actually seeing this is [I'd say] zero) and baby Julio Perez! Happy Birthday Kiddo. 

Events to look out for: 

November 11th EK Santamaria's 15th Birthday
November 15th Julio Perez's 0th Birthday
November 25th Sophomore Night; Ateneo  

What days are to come, eh?  

I'm off to find an aluminum spoon! Oh, and the LAZY moodicon kicks ASS.