the emotions potion

here is an overview of the latest flood of emotions that have come my way. Enjoy. Or rather, don't enjoy.

Chapfallen

^when people drop me off at my dorm and I watch them walk away to go back home
^when there's nothing good to eat or ruin a perfectely good meal
^when I know I run out of shampoo but still have conditioner, or vice versa

^when it hits me that I really can't spend money on things I want (only in case of emergencies)

^when I miss a class because I overslept, thinking of the lecture I missed out on
Irascible
^when either gender cannot dress themselves in the morning
^when Filipinos act too Filipino

^when I can't get the motivation to work out

^when people can be so utterly and incessantly annoying and they won't shut up

^when my dorm room mess gets so out of control and I don't know where to start

Athrill

^when dogs come to me from their own freewill to be caressed with my glorious non-perverty hand

^when I get to spend the day how I imagined it and all things went smoothly

^when new clothes come into my possession

^when I am completely confident that I will ace my midterms

^when the leasing offer came in with all my preferences and desired roommates

Study those vocabulary words. Yeah, take them home. Chew them. Savor the flavor.

How ironic...

what's your poison

why hello there, Mr. Bartender. Well, aren't you a comely man. What's my poison, you ask? Oh ho ho ho. You're silly. I'll have a Shirley Temple.

Or some whiskey.

I'm almost out of perfume. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't live off my perfume, but still. It never hurts to smell like a lady everyday. I'm thinking of changing my scent. Maybe from beach chick to provocative bitch. Yeah, that's the ticket.

She insists on sending her bumper stickers every so often. So for every bumper sticker I send, that's how many loads of my laundry she gets to fold. Sounds like a plan.

I never noticed how torturesome walking to class is without headphones for your iPod. I haven't listened to it for days! Not to mention I looked so much more cooler listening to music while on my sojourn to class. Ugh, the discrepencies of life will kill ya.

It's almost been an entire year. ONE full year. Who would've guessed.

Recently, I have been bitten by the occupation bug. Hopefully I can handle it. But c'mon, a girl needs money. It sucks being broke most of the time. My bank account is just screaming to be filled once more with greedy goodness. I remember when I was employed. But hopefully, within the upcoming weeks, I will be.

life lesson #264

okay, I understand that no one wants to hear about my love life or my romantic interests, but I would just like to divulge on what I realized this week. Yes, relationships aren't perfect--they aren't full of lovey dovey activities like looking longingly into each other's eyes for days or having picnics in the park or having stars named after you or fancy shmancy dinners at ostentatious restaurants. I grew up watching romantic comedies all my life and I can tell you now, boy, those were just silly stories I could hear at bedtime by my mother. It's tough, what can I say. But even for those miniscule moments when time somehow stops just for you and him, the moments that just scream "this is real," the moments when holding hands seems to be the smallest yet most perfect thing, the moments that can come and go in 2 seconds--it's all worth it. I've learned quite a bit about myself within the past year that I have never come into contact with in my entire life until now. At first, all I wanted to do was please, y'know, be the perfect girlfriend, the epitome of magnificentness. But from that perspective, I had to be analytical (for Bowie) about what moves I made and what things I'd say. However, that's not the way to go. Thus:

Life Lesson #264: Succumb to spontaneity whenever possible.

No more thinking. Just do. There's no time to stop and tie your shoe; it's time to keep running and trip on your shoelace and learn that life isn't about speculating, it's about taking it head on, chest out. I've learned not to be jealous. I still may have a hint of those qualities, but c'mon, seriously, no girl can help it. But I've learned not to make trivial things into such a colossal deal. All I know is that he takes care of me and he tells me the truth, whatever is on his mind. And y'know what, I accept that. I am content. I am satisfied. I am blissful. I am captivated.

I am blessed.
Shut up.
You are too.
=)

cornucopia of hilarity

these caught my eye and I could not stop laughing. I hope you enjoy:

convos with hoes

oh, ho. You crack me up.

Into little pieces.
Then look at me on the ground and start to jump on my little pieces.
And make more miniscule pieces.
Pieces of me.

me: I was thinking about getting us tickets to a comedy show or something. Maybe Dane Cook. Or Demetri Martin.
her: There are other comedians out there, y'know. OH!!!! You should go watch SNL!
me: .......in New York?
her: Oh.

me: I don't even know what I did in high school. I was such a nerd. How did we get boys in Treble Choir?
her: We didn't. We just checked them out.
me: Yeah. That's true.
her: But we're hotter now!!!!
me: -____-

treasure hunters

maybe it's better if people interpret my dreams for me. Because sometimes, they just befuddle me.

A and myself were treasure hunters and somehow, we followed a clue that lay inside two tiny drawers of a little jewelry box. We discovered that the jewelry box could be found in a sleazy motel in Costa Mesa. However, Costa Mesa seemed to somewhat of a exotic and tropical island with sandy beaches and clear blue waters. Making a reservation at the motel, we arrive at the room and find the jewelry box hidden somewhere in the room (where, you ask? I'm not sure, it was a bit hazy). Upon trying to open the two compartments of the box with 2 very distinct, yet small, keys, two guys try to barge into our room: one from the window and the other banging on the door for us to open up. They were trying to escape from the angry landlord who became furious at the two guys' non-stop partying and destruction of their room while intoxicated. Quickly, before letting them in, I strung the two keys for the jewelry box into a chain I had around my neck. The two guys who we let in turned out to be a guy who looked exactly like Justin Long (Accepted) and the other was a younger Seth Rogan (Knocked Up). After some good times, Justin and I hang out and he falls for me (HAH) and A starts to hook up with Seth. Justin was super sweet in my dream. One day, he takes me in his room and shows me a video on his laptop (which is a Macbook: ironic because he's the "Mac" guy in those Apple commericals) while I'm sitting on his lap. And it's this video about "thinks that are cute;" it was like the cutest slideshow of kittens and puppies and just cute little random things. Then he turns to me once it was done and he says, "That's what I think of you." I nearly melted in his lap. He takes my hand and we lay in bed together (HUSH. No sex, JEEZ.) as he puts his arm around my waist. But after a while, living with the guilt, I tell him I have a boyfriend. That's when his heart breaks and he just looks at me, then gives me the silent treatment. So I just get up and retreat to my own room of the motel. Upon realizing how sweet he had been to me, I try to win him back as my friend throughout the rest of the dream...until I woke up.

Interpretations are open to everyone.

Oh & P.S.
I really wanted to know what is in that jewelry box. It might have made me rich.

revitalizing weekend

this past weekend has got to be the best weekend I've had in a while. Not only did I get to spend it with people who have supported me through my harder times, but I got to be rejuvenated in spirit and soul. Indeed.

Friday proved to be one of those girls' night out kinda deal. Deciding what to do with the rest of the night was somewhat of an adventure in itself. Baking turned out to be numero uno on the list of things to do. Chocolate chips and bananas, that's all we wanted. Off to the market we went, searching for things...and other things. Hehe. Dang, I can't believe they store it there. Sigh. Thank heavens for Vons. Oh, and the Albertson's near Irvine. We got asked if we were 21 by these little asian guys. They wanted us to buy them alcohol or what not. Psh. Then exiting the market, we get hit on by these two other guys: "Heeeey, what are you girls doing this Friday night?" After we ignored them, they got the point. Hah. I got to have the batter all to myself because someone was anti-batter-licker. Yummay. We had three different sections of cupcakes. Chocolate chips with baked bananas, chocolate chips with bananas, and just plain chocolate chips. Who won? Chocolate chips with bananas, hands down. Watching Win A Date with Tad Hamilton was pretty cute. A friend came to chill and watch with us. Trinitron television = awesome. All in all, a good sleepover, good night.

Saturday. Wow. After selling all those fall quarter books made me want to get out and do a little dance. But I didn't get to do that. I shopped instead. BWAHAHAHA. I bought a horrible amount of things. I am ashamed, yet excited with all my new stuff. Total amount spent, you ask? A horrible amount, like I said. I hope I don't take what I bought for granted. Eh. Laughter about candy and condoms. All in good fun, once more.

Sunday. The Sabbath day. Chill day. Playing with the boys. The little nephews, that is. Sure, they can be the biggest and major pain in the butt, what with their incessant shouting and yelling and unnecessary laughter and crying and hitting and jumping on people and whacking and crawling on floors covered with Juliet's hair and biking and playing with transformer-like vehicles and shooting Nerf darts at people's private areas. But in the end, they can be the greatest company you will ever have. When they left, they came up to me and hugged me, and gave me the cutest kisses on the cheek, saying goodbye. Bye, Tita Marissa! Goodbye, impossible little children. Time with that family makes me feel so special, wanted, loved even. And him, it's unfeasible to go ahead and explain that time spent with him can't even compete with the best time of my life, because everytime I do spend time with him, it is the best time of my life. It's amazing, the way I feel everytime I'm with him. He leaves me speechless most of the time. And I am beyond ecstatic to realize that our eleven months have been nothing short of spectacular.

Fortune cookies we got after dinner:

(his is on top, mine is the bottom one)

And this was on the back:

What are the odds of him getting the word "girlfriend" and me getting the word "boyfriend" the day before our 11 month anniversary? Right now, things are perfect and just meant to be...

make it hap'n, capt'n

the new quarter has arrived and has definitely told everyone that it's not messing with anyone. Don't bitch at it, please. I neglected fall quarter and I guess it told winter quarter what I did and now they're both biting me in the arse. So, it's time to step it up fellowmen. It's time to get off my butt and start doing assignments and actually read for once. My heart has been going crazy with all the pressure that is put on me now. My poor heart. I swear my heart rate jumps instantaneously when something unexpected happens. Yeah, that's all winter quarter's doing.

I think it's time for change. My life hasn't exactly been the best as of late, and during that time, I was blinded by those who have tried to help me through everything I have been experiencing. They'd offer venting sessions or quick getaways, maybe even just a little smile that could magically brighten my day. However, I couldn't really see all that because what I was going through was deeper than I had ever imagined. It is now that I realize how many friends I have and how much they truly care about my well-being. I wish I could take back some of the things I have done because they were totally crappy moves on my part. Just so you know, I'm trying to change. I really am. Sometimes trust doesn't always come naturally to me. "But I'm trying to act unnaturally, I swear."

ich versuche

i'm trying to be who I was born to be.
I'm trying to figure out how to solve the Rubik's cube.
I'm trying to cut down on expenditures.
I'm trying to maintain a healthy diet.
I'm trying to stop saying "I'm hungry."
I'm trying to take better care of myself.
I'm trying to express how I feel.
I'm trying to open myself up in more than one way.
I'm trying to see the world through my own eyes.
I'm trying to take up hobbies I've wanted to do.
I'm trying to raise up my GPA.
I'm trying to actually study for once.
I'm trying to be less pessimistic.
I'm trying to act more sociable.
I'm trying to talk to people I've never talked to.
I'm trying to make more and more friends.
I'm trying to get out more.
I'm trying to observe the beauty there is in life.
I'm trying to not get into any arguments.
I'm trying to get closer to God.
I'm trying to relax and pamper myself.
I'm trying to become an actual college student.
I'm trying to help others in need.
I'm trying to be there to hold your hand.
I'm trying to understand that things happen for a reason.
I'm trying to stay as close to you as I can.
I'm trying to break the habit.
&I'm ready to live life.
...Or at least, I'm trying.