Why is it that whenever I open my mouth I get into trouble?

I'm quitting blogging till further notice. I don't want to write down how I feel and what's happened to me anymore. I don't want anymore trouble.

Comment, if you want. No reply shall be made. No questions shall be answered. I'll still log in every now and then to comment on other blogs.

 Adios for now, Muchachos.

Oh, I just realized. Happy 6 months to us! Crazy, isn't it?

I suddenly have this great wish to do one of those idiotic little surveys. Can somebody send me one so I can post it needlessly? :D

I've ruined everything.

I never should have pushed.

I miss blogging.

I've become such a geek, nerd, dork, hermit hybrid that it's not even remotely funny. Haay. But such is life when you're starting two businesses, on student council, have a boyfriend, have friends, and have strict parents all at the same time. Frankly, why I'm still alive, functioning and semi-perky is pretty much a mystery to me---though boxing helps. After boxing, I find it difficult to breathe, my body hurts like anything, my hands are shaking like a leaf and my knuckles are bleeding internally but you can't imagine how pumped up and alive and stress-free I feel after.

Kids, VIOLENCE IS ALWAYS THE ANSWER.

So, yeah. That's pretty much my life nowadays. Oh, and eating steak and commuting. Usually not together though. I imagine it would be difficult to eat prime rib in a jeep on the way to somewhere.
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Haay, it's bothering me. My cousin said I was a goody two shoes. Ngek. Ayoko. People, rise up and tell me what you think---that is if people still read this blog!!! If you do, I love you, my loyal friend.
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Haha. I just got my dad's old Ipod. I call it the iBrick. Ten gig, firewire ports. Haha. It's real name is Cassiopeia the Wicked. I love it. Hahaha...Tang ina, old school talaga. Hee hee.
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Hindi ako goody two shoes, diba?

Life is okay.

Life is busy.

Life is school.

Life is sorting things out one at a time.

Life will be fine.

Or so I hope.

Here's to taking things a step at a time. 

    Haay. School has been...bleh. Prolly not as bleh as the rest of the world who go off to normal colleges and universities but bleh nonetheless. Our school's been busy with our submissions for the MIT PESO business plan competition and now we're all off to Baguio for a week before sembreak.

    I'm really not looking forward to it. Really. I know people will just be drinking and running amuck all over the place. And I really can't handle that for 24 hours for 6 days. Lord, help me. May I make it out alive.

    I leave tonight at 11.00. And I come back late on the 24th. Just in time for my birthday on Monday *ahemcoughgiftkocoughahem*.

    Speaking of birthdays. HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEVIN CHRISTIAN SANTOS! ADVANCED HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KATHLEEN SUBIJANO! THE WORLD LOVES YOU BOTH!

    *prances around and marches while pretending to trumpet a happy little parade song*

Adios, dear friends. Sacki, I miss you.

You also, Mr. Camacho (Macho Man). :D 

 

    I hate hearing that question. I can pin it all down to the fact that for every boyfriend my sister and I have had, they've had a different reaction after finding out about them. For example:

• Franco (sister): They loved him. Who wouldn't? Franco's a good guy. A general goofball but very traditional and proper.

• Ange (me): Medyo deadma. I think they saw it coming and steeled themselves up for it.

• Alfonso (sister): Ooh, this was scary. My parents and the unlucky couple were locked away in the den for TWO HOURS STRAIGHT where my father asked him about his past, his intentions, etc. etc. Needless to say, my sister come out crying after that. No worries, though. They've been together for a year now.

• EZ (me): I can't really tell with them this time. Impatient, I suppose, because I never really told them much about him. They were funny though. It went something like this:

 Imagine a big, airy dining room. Right after lunch. The entire family is present and munching away on pomelo. Camill, reading Archie comics...

MOM: Camill, what are you doing today?

ME: Prolly drawing. Tracy and/or EZ might come over today, I think.

MOM: What ba? Is he courting you or are you guys together??

DAD: Tell us na! We're family naman eh! You can trust us.

ME: Yes.

MOM: You guys are together na?

ME: Yeah. *munch munch* 

DAD: See, now don't you feel better? The truth will set you free...

MOM: Yeah, why'd you have to hide pa? Sheesh. 

    Really, that's how it went. Also, please note that my eyes didn't leave that Archie comic once during this entire conversation. Odd, isn't it? I'll let you guys analyze that.

    Hey, but at least I don't have to hide and make up stuff and get myself in trouble anymore. Phew. 

Being stuck in the house all day sucks. For once, I couldn't find anything to do. The restlessness is setting in again...

Meanwhile, I finally added stuff to my multiply site: http://musink.multiply.com