QUEENLY THOUGHTS.

on bitches and their he-whores

I wanted to go to Star City yesterday but I couldn’t so instead I… BOUGHT A PINK iPod mini!!!!! Yehehessss!!!! May iPod na ako!!! very cool. But since my computer is so Neanderthal, I couldn’t install the damn software. Pfft. But I still got 106 songs on it and that’ll do until I get a laptop. Yes, I shall and must get a laptop. I don’t care if I’d have to wait until everyone else gets a laptop, I just want a laptop. But I don’t know what features I need (is there a Choosing a laptop for Dummies book?), so to every computer whiz out there, your kind sharing of knowledge will be deeply appreciated. It was so funny, ‘cause I wasn’t even supposed to buy an iPod. My Tito went to our house (he wasn’t even supposed to do that) and I told him I want an iPod and we went off to Megamall, and there. ‘twas fun! And we were at the store for like 10 minutes only, parang panic buying. Then we went to Greeenhills (where piracy is very much accepted) to get some songs loaded (‘cause I knew my computer won’t work). Thank God we did that ‘cause had we not, I would’ve had a useless mp3 player with a huge memory and nothing to store but 5 songs (the apple people were only supposed to put in 2 songs for demo, but we negotiated). It’s so cute! So pink! Yey! Pwede na akong pumuntang Kota Kinabalu! Tuloy na natin Niggas! (I miss NiggaG! I’m stuck here, like forever. Saktong 1 week na tayong hindi nagkikita!!!) Gee, I write like some teenage blondie. I went to Church yesterday to help in the recruitment for YFC’s youth camp. I was there, happy and peaceful, until… this bitch witch and her he-whore ruined my quietude. So we were outside the church (dun sa parang inuupuan sa likod), peacefully minding our own business when this couple from hell sat beside us. Of course, as young and restless teenagers are supposed to be doing, we were talking, still minding our own business. Then the bitch witch asked us (in a not so friendly voice, typical of a know-it-all bitch that she was) if we were having mass. I can’t remember who answered her but someone did then she shut up. then there was this kid with us, and she told us that we weren’t serving as good examples to the kid and that we were teaching him not to pay attention during mass. well if she was paying attention to mass, she’d be too consumed with it that she wouldn’t even be hearing us. she was paying far too much attention to us (oh we must be so cute) and she’s bitching about it. ooh. If you only heard her say the things she was saying, how we were uneducated, how we weren’t taught well by our parents. I got ticked off and I talked to her, again very calmly, since I was with YFC and we’re in front of the Church. I told her that if she wanted to hear mass, she should hear it inside, not outside. I wasn’t done talking when she started blabbing away again, so I told her I’m not done yet, then she started telling me to, “shut up! shut up!”. haha. if you only saw the look on her f-ugly face. She said she didn’t want to fight with me, and I told her I wasn’t fighting with her. hello? I was so calm, I don’t even know what’s gotten into me. I told her I’m only 17 and I handle myself well, so why can’t she? I hate self-righteous people who think that just because they speak English (uhmm, she wasn’t even fluent, that biatch) they can go on lashing out and preying on little kids. It was so funny. She was so mad, really it was some circus act. Then she started saying, “uneducated”, blah blah blah… all those foul words, and I was just saying, “ok.”, smiling mockingly at her. I went “tsk, tsk, tsk, with the head thingy going on, and I loved her reaction, she was sooo mad. She said “iiling iling ka pa diyan ah” and I kept on doing it so she said “stop it or I will kick your face.” Wha??? There, uneducated pala ah. I kept on doing it anyway, just to see if she could really “kick my face”, (bitch wasn’t thinking, she was wearing a skirt, I’m rather tall, and if she did reach my face, her undies will be exposed, for all the church-going world to see.) But she couldn’t naman. Hmph, empty threats. And I was sighing, making iling. But we won the fight (but really, it wasn’t a fight. it was just a peaceful discussion, on my part at least) because she and her he-whore went inside the church na rin. Then Paolo said winner (but he wasn’t talking about them leaving, it was a whole different story) and I did that “winner gesture” when the he-whore looked back at us, and saw the whole thing. he went back, and threatened us, pointing at us saying “you, you, you!”. freak can’t even say anything else. They are so immature, yet they can still be so preachy. Will a decent man go off like that on kids that probably weigh just as much as one of his limbs? But they went back in anyway, probably thinking that they taught us a lesson. Well they actually did. Lesson: don’t be like them, ever. As a Destiny’s Child song goes, “’cause my Mama taught me better than that.”

Posted by juliecious at 12:38 PM | ayos ah.

Youth Camp

Wow… it’s been so long, I almost missed the damn thing (my blog). I have all these entries that I typed in MS Word that I never got to upload to my blog and now I think they’re too irrelevant to put here. But I guess I will later… Anyway… We (the Claret chapter) had our youth camp at some place in Marikina (I forgot what it’s called) this past weekend. I can’t believe the accommodations!!! They were actually worthy of the term accommodation! Wahahaha! the bedrooms (actual bedrooms, mind you), as well as the conference rooms were air-conditioned. We had double-decker beds with nice white sheets (they smelled good, too!), a bathroom for each room (each room could accommodate 10 people, and in YFC, 10 girls per CR is a luxury.), there was a dining hall (wow!!! A dining hall! With tables and chairs!), and a mini-basketball court (just had to add that). Patalo lang yung lamok, but that’s ok ‘cause I slept at one of the “top beds” so only the real athletic and ambitious mosquitoes could reach me. However, one of those real athletic and ambitious mosquitoes got to me, bit me in my left eyelid and I woke up with a swollen left eye. Deym. Then we had our water balloon fight (Jason got my face, damn him) and the girls were overwhelmed by the number of water balloons the boys got hold of (shusme, the boys had 4 bags of water balloons while we only had 2, and it wasn’t even supposed to be a girls vs. boys thing.) haha. the food was good too, except that the portions were too small for me and judits and we always wanted to get a second serving, but never gathered the courage to ask for it. pfft. I drank a total of 6-7 glasses of Milo during those 2 days and 2 nights. I couldn’t help myself, so I jebbed on the first day. ‘twas a great feeling, indeed. Haha. Then there was the E-night, the night I dreaded. Haha. I’m part of the music ministry and we were to lead the praise fests for the camp. Grabe, I just want so say how proud I am of the band, grabe, ang galing niyo talaga, Jason, Caloy, Rapao, Pipao!!! Sayang, sumablay kaming vocals kasi di namin memorize yung lyrics. Haha. but I’m so proud of Cha and Mike din! I think we got it together naman, hehe. Pero yung instruments talaga, grabe, very much worth all the money spent for practicing sa MRS. What else, what else… hmm. Judits and I woke up late on the last day (feeling nagpuyat. Haha). we almost missed breakfast! Grabe, panic attack eh, biglang bangon. Hihi. Then we went back to bed. We got up and got ready just in time for the priest’s homily. It was an inspiring sermon, I guess, except that it was super long. then the mass was done and it was time for another praise fest, and then the camp was done. Hayun, that was my weekend. Shout-outs muna: My roommates: Cha – music min partner!; Lau – you are like the neatest person I’ve ever met; Shai – grabe, same taste in boys (except si “nose”, oh God no. haha) and in make-up! haha, we’ll go a long way bez; Judits – my partner in eating, sleeping and lashing out. Haha; TM – thanks sa food, sobra! Sinalba mo kami ni Judits; Melai – thanks sa curl lash. Hehe; Fatima – kapatid! Goojab!; Mai – thanks for your trust! I won’t betray you. promise.Ü Participants namin! Grabe, sana maging active kayo and sana hindi mag-wane yung interest niyo sa YFC pag hindi na fun at pag serious work na ang ginagawa. Music min-mates! Jason, Caloy, Rapao, Piapo, Mike, ang galing niyo! Francis! Hindi mo kamuka si Yael, magtigil ka. RM! Napakacute mo talaga! Super thank you sa food! Hehe. Migo at Paolo! Migo, ‘stig, daming updates ah. hehe. Paolo! God bless! hehe. NiggaG (labo, nasama eh)! miss ko na kayo! Sobra! Cavite sa Friday ah!!! pagdasal niyong magkadatung na ako! bad vibes kasi eh… pfft. Anyway, NiggaG na nga. WELCOME BACK PAMELA! SOBRANG NAMISS KITA, SI YAYA, SI TITA, SI MON MON (HEHE), SI TITO AT SIEMPRE ANG BAHAY AND REFRIGERATOR NIYO! Thank you so much sa pasalubong. Grabe, true friend talaga eh, you know exactly what to get me. Hehe. mahal kita bez!

Posted by juliecious at 12:40 PM | ayos ah.

Summer. yeah right.

wow. i hate american idol. i can't get myself to watch it. i think america is the most stupid nation for voting constantine out. i mean, i thought they learned their lesson with the colossal mistake of laying off anwar. i mean, he is the greatest one there, without question. constantine comes at a close second, though. i hate them, i hate them, i hate them!!! ugh. i am so frustrated.

anyway, tomorrow, my friends will be off to cavite, and i'll be stuck here at home, wilting away, wasting my muscle power on the rigorous task of flicking the remote control. gee. summer. haha. but that's ok, i'm sure, (SURE TALAGA, PLEASE LANG) that the summer won't end without me getting burned to the bone. ui, wag sana akong mausog at maging literal ang wish na to. shooting stars, i'm pale as a tasteless labanos. my melanin deprived skin needs some sun... and not the burning along the steaming hot asphalt streets of teacher's village kind of burn, more like, chilling with the sun god among sun worshippers at Bora/Puerto/Kota Kinabalu(Abe!!!)

hay. i need a summer getaway. or gateway. weh. pfft.

Cara! aww... grabe, wala lang. na-touch ako sa story mo. hehe.

Posted by juliecious at 11:04 PM | ayos ah.

God is Good!!! oh yes He is!

wahahaha!!! may YM na ako! yep yep! oh i am soooo happy. you have no idea. haha. kaya nga lang naddc ako every few minutes, you guys have to bear with me. hehe. oh yeah! YM world, i''m back! gimme hugs!!!!

Posted by juliecious at 09:28 PM | ayos ah.

Eat Bulaga

I don’t like what they do to Jimmy Santos in Eat Bulaga. I mean, I know it may be part of their comedic antics, but making fun of somebody because of their flaws (if you could call being big a flaw) is not even supposed to be funny, much less when the person being made fun of is in the character of a teacher or a school official. This is a noontime show and young children are watching it, what kind of image does that project to them on how to treat other people? A bad one, that’s what. I wish Philippine entertainment would go deeper and have smarter humor, something way beyond slapstick and character degradation that we call comedy.

Ok, enough of the self-righteousness. I don’t understand the stuff I need for enrollment – the physical exam, blah, blah, blah, units, etc. ewan talaga. I wish I could be better at this stuff.

I don’t like people who show off being miserable and distraught to others just to get sympathy or worse, plain attention. Ugh. You disgust me. Got a problem? Ask help from someone who could give it to you and lay off those who couldn’t care less (i.e. me, most of the time). Haha. Tama nga yung sabi ni eloy, masungit nga ako. pfft. I thought this would be my year of change. Not so, apparently.

Posted by juliecious at 01:24 PM | 3 paid homage

nice, real nice

buhlalungz. wala na akong maisip na title.

wow, my ipod is real odd. i can't get it fully charged (that sounds odd too).

why do people say they're speechless then say a whole lot of things after?

Posted by juliecious at 10:11 PM | ayos ah.

EK at last!

sa wakas, in the longest time, nakapunta ako ulit sa Enchanted Kingdom. i realized how long it's been when i saw the Anchors Away and it looked way smaller than i remember. grabe, i must've been real small back then. ibang lebel na yon bez.

anyway, finally, after a number of visits to EK (i used to go there more often when i was a kid), i had the guts to ride the Anchors Away. DAMNED GUTS... that was probably the worst 5 minutes of my life (i swear, it felt like a hundred years.) to think i was seated at the second row from the middle. pathetic. malala eh, sabi pa namin, sa next batch nalang kami, kasi wala nang natirang seats sa dulo. pero nung kami na yung sasakay, sa gitna ba ako pumwesto. tapos ayon sobrang nagffreak na ako. sinasabihan nila akong wag yumuko tapos sabi ko, "eh sa gusto ko ngang yumuko eh!!!!" (full of rage). haha. grabe, seryoso. it was the second most pathetic thing i've done in front of my friends (after that rapeling thing... haha.) after that, i knew that there's no way on earth i'm riding that space shuttle.

pero super naenjoy ko ang rio grande at ang dodgem (i.e. bump cars, for all you kids who haven't been to EK ever). here's a summary of the rides i took

(1) Anchors Away (no intentions of doing it, ever again)
(6) bump cars
(5) Rio Grande
(2) Wheel of Fate
(1) Swan Lake (haha, real pathetic, i know.)
(1) Carousel (oo, isa pa to)
(1) jungle log jam (putek, isa pa to eh. di ko kinaya. nakakatakot!)
(1) Roller Skaters
(1) 4D
(1) Rialto (mehn, yun nanamang napanood ko like, 7 years ago ang showing!)

grabe, umuwi ba ako na basang basa ang aking lower half. literal. like dripping wet. pero i had the most fun in weeks! thanks Mich! Happy Birthday!!!

Yesterday, nagkaroon ng UBE ang chapter namin (UBE, new term coined by Jan Claire, meaning ULTIMATE BONDING EXPERIENCE) sa bahay ni lau. hayun, spaghetti. ang sarap talaga ng spaghetti (actually, the spaghetti was probably the reason why there's an ultimate in UBE). i'm starting to appreciate my chapter. after what a certain person said, i'm really glad i'm from Claret.

yey! finally, meron na akong chest x-ray!!! imagine, i'm about to enroll na this friday, at wala pa akong medical!!! pero ayos lang, magagawan ng paraan yan. God is soooo good to me.

i can't believe how odd my blog looks. as Pam Q said, it's so un-Me. but for some reason, i can't get myself to change it. weird, real odd.

Posted by juliecious at 04:36 PM | ayos ah.

nakay francis ako

heto ako ngayon sa bahay ng isa kong yfc friend. buhlalugz. anyway, hayun, andon kami nung friday sa ep release ng splitcide! ang saya saya! kaya lang bitin sa jel jombre. i love niggaG, kayo talaga ang nagpapasaya sakin!

heto ang mga pangyayari:

we got kicked out of the venue... haha. ang jastos kasi nung jaitress
sabi ni pam "backstab session daw" haha.
hayun, usual niggaG which i love love love.

anyway, tama na at ayoko na munang magbblog...

Posted by juliecious at 05:31 PM | ayos ah.

i have so much to write about but i don't want to. i just wanna forget. haha. joke lang, yeah right, like i ever have anything significant to write.

wait, let me start off this entry with a little anecdote:

i was watching this old tagalog movie starring vic sotto when i heard vic sotto say his dialogue, "pero dad, may lakad kami ni jimmy, isang kompromiso". i was like, oh gawd, where the hell did that voice come from? in the movie he had this deep nasal voice; very, very different from the one i hear every single damned day of this summer on eat bulaga. funny how people back then used other people's voice to dub the characters. real weird. it's like hearing kristine hermosa speak proper english on that shampoo commercial. ok, i hate her, she's overly dramatic and her career is highly overrated.

ok, that is in no way related to what i'm going to write about now.

i hate people who act too maturely. nowadays, maturity is given so much importance that i think the meaning of the word is lost in action. kids (again, my age. i really think i'm just a kid) hurriedly trying to find the "one", kids thinking they can't find another "one", kids thinking they have the biggest problem on earth (when you stop and think about world hunger and AIDS, your little encounter with heartache won't be too much), kids crying for independence (you're only as independent as your allowance takes you, and honey, unless you're a childstar worth millions of dollars, that's just about a pack of kirei and the littlest coke available), kids declaring themselves on a state of depression (really, people shouldn't be throwing that word around without proper diagnosis, it's pathetic), kids, kids.

if people just start to act their age again (that is, kids be kids and adults, God help us, be adults), then the world will be great again and aliens would feel too guilty to demolish our little spacedust of a planet to make way for an inter-galactic highway (plot of a sci-fi comedy flick). ok, that didn't make sense at all.

oh, and a bit of information about myself, i'm grounded. yep, for the first time in the history of my beautiful life, i am forbidden to go out and enjoy the remainder of my summer. but i think i'd get out of this curse after a week or so, so dear fans, don't fret.

Posted by juliecious at 05:04 PM | ayos ah.

carrie wins

Wow, I feel so blessed this week. Haha. At ang pinakamahusay pang pangyayari ay ang pagkakapanalo ni Carrie Underwood sa American Idol. I soooo did not want Bo Bice to get it ‘cause I hate him (if you read my blog, you would’ve read a couple of spiteful remarks on that Bo guy). There’s just something about him that I can’t get myself to like; I don’t even know why he’s up there with Carrie at the finale! I would’ve gone for Constantine or Anwar (come on, what could be more reality-TV dramatic than a gay winner?) If you only saw my reaction when Carrie was named American Idol… uh, wala lang. It just feels great to have my prayers answered (i.e. God, please don’t let Bo win…Lord, anyone, anyone but Bo!)

We had a household meeting yesterday and we “discussed” a few “internal issues” that may be causing a “rift” among us, members (observe how I quoted some words. I just don’t like those terms… they’re too sorority jargon-ish.) Anyway, I participated in what appeared to be an open forum (more like a bull session, in my opinion) for the first time in my life. See, I do not believe in “open forums” or things of the same nature, not even before I learned that they actually further aggravate the situation and do nothing more than let participants wound each other and shower those wounds with a hefty amount of rock salt. I wasn’t too comfortable sitting in the same room with hostile people but I stayed anyway and got my share. Of course, I got the one comment that I kept on getting ever since palancas were introduced to six-graders – mataray. Oh well, sorry but I don’t think I could do anything about that anymore. This is me being nice, imagine if I was being mean. Pano ba ko naging mataray? Let me offer a few explanations to what others may find mataray about me:

1. ‘Di namamansin
a. I don’t see you. I have the worst myopia in all the world.
Seriously, sometimes I don’t greet you ‘cause I literally don’t see
you.
b. I don’t know you. I also have the worst memory, so unless you
do something memorable, you’d totally be classified as a
stranger in my book.
c. I don’t like you. Which would you rather I have done, ignore you,
or punch you`?
2. Nang-iirap
a. I thought I knew you but I don’t so I just look away. I just have
a weird way of doing it.
b. I don’t like you.
3. Says an awful lot of bad things
a. You caught me in an awful situation, which requires an awful lot
of awful things to be said.
b. It’s a habit, but I promise I’d try to lessen my cursing.
c. I love hip-hop and it’s got a huge influence on me (hence, the
f*cks, b*tch’s, etc.)
d. I don’t like you.

There’s this person that I dedicate all the last options to. Fill in the blanks! _ _ a _ _ a_ _
I hate you. Don’t worry, when I get the chance, I’ll say it to your face.

Posted by juliecious at 01:58 PM | ayos ah.