Kimnar wished for things to revert to the way they used to be at 6:06 AM

Saturday, January 29, 2005

displeasing delusion.

the fresh blog entry of this certain girl from i-agatha about kayi got the best of me worse than the way I thought it would. Paranoia had clouted me since the previous evening and perhaps had conveyed it with me as I snoozed and indulged myself into the figments of my imagination. I am perfectly aware that this issue is not that fascinating enough to spawn a load of inquisitive readers, but what the hell. If you do not wish splurge the rest of your ten minutes or so comprehending this crap, feel free to get the hell out of here by closing this window, buzzing off and getting a life. Who needs you here, anyway?

Kimnar wished for things to revert to the way they used to be at 10:18 PM

Thursday, January 20, 2005

neon.

today's recap.

--> finally. my "malaking kaibigan" opened a dimunitive conversation with me this morning during the morning assembly. huwaw.

--> what the hell does "MORK" have to do with rowkee's life? he seems to extend out a smirk every time we mock her about "ryan", "mark" and "mork", all of which she assume us as her brothers. waah. liars go to hell. where is the sassy residing currently? in hell, right?

--> i cannot believe that quasi is slashing her legs because of her "ka-on" and the one i fell in love with for seven seconds. but she is. sigh. who cares? that hunchback never did anything good within her life span, anyway.

--> field demonstration practice. grueling, but gratifying.

--> This is "strike two" for that lame seamstress, Tootsie, who also made our exasperating batch shirts with the misspelled "strength" (otherwise, again, spelled as "STRENGHT") our field demo costumes totally sucked. Mukha daw kaming bulok na ampalaya with the skirt on. The top was satisfactory, but forget about the rest. Dang! I want her to cease to exist right now. Our school should fire her and bury her alive in the eco park.

--> meet markus, yza wutty's portable panda radio.

--> miss adlaon caught jamille and i listening to markus, which would definitely mean that we have just scorned a couple of school rules. here was how she reprimanded us.

MISS A: hoy, ano yang mga nakasabit sa tenga ninyong dalawa?
JAM AND KIM: (quickly removing the headset from markus himself) uhh, headsets lang po!
MISS A: saan nakakabit yan?
JAM AND KIM: (murmurs to themselves) hala! bawal pala ito... lagot na...
MISS A: dali! saan nakasabit yan? saan?
KIM: (lifts markus up without the headset connected to him) dito po sa stuffed toy!
MISS A: wow! (grabs markus and carreses him with gentle fingers) ang cute naman nito! itago ninyo na yan, hah?
JAM AND KIM: opo!

--> I would like to acquaint you once again with our hottest playprod's (without a title) casts. This tale, meanwhile, is a story about illicit affections and sacrifice… of carnage and of resurrection.
angela teenoe. dana oreo's son with kaycee, a poor bass guitar player living in a small flat; deeply in love with siyel and is the best mate of kimnar.
kimnar. teenoe's best bud; dana oreo's son with kate; bequathed with his super rich uncle cholo's grand riches; protects teenoe from his sister, flavie.
flavie. dana oreo and kate's youngest child; dangerously in love with teenoe, who obviously hates her for keeping him from expressing his undying affection for siyel.
siyel. dana oreo's daughter with kate; madly in love with teenoe but won't show it; later, killed by teenoe himself.
kc. siyel's family's gardener; fathered dana oreo with angela teenoe.
dana oreo. kimnar, siyel and flavie's father, (yes! kaycee and dana are both fathers, and yet they had a son! haha.) a bastard and a drunkard; the ultimate blissmaster; tried to corrupt tito cholo's casino filipino and las vegas casinos businesses.
yza. also known as "makling", raised by kimnar, but is the daughter of dana oreo and kaycee.
tito cholo. some other rich guy; dana oreo's brother.
kate. the superior wife of dana oreo; does not want siyel to live with teenoe.

--> hindi ko na nga sila pinapakialaman, nagagalit pa sila sa akin. hindi naman na ako tanga para magpaawa at matakot. wala naman akong ginawa sa kanila. bakit? nung hindi na ba ako comfortable sa kanila, nasaktan ko ba sila? naiinis na ako sa mga pagsusungit nila. sobra na. HINDI AKO TANGA.

sie gab mir ein testi. das dieses der beste tag meines lebens ist.


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Kimnar wished for things to revert to the way they used to be at 3:14 AM

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

futility.

happy, dana oreo and to her plushie`xix. the latter stunned oreo once more with her prom queen beauty. *wink*

I inaugurated this day erroneously. It just so happened that the minute I stepped within this campus sodden with the presence of "decadent students", I sensed hastily the sagacity of exasperation.sie musste nicht mich fuhlen aus platz mit meinem nahen freund heraus bilden.. er saugt! dang. warum die holle ist sie, sowieso wutend? ich bin nicht, aber die tatsache, dass sie ist, kann sehr argerlich erhalten. sie fahrt mich verruckt, was die holle ich tun, dann muss? crave fur ihre entschuldigung und senken sie meinen stolz noch einmal?? als ob sie horen wurde...

Xtac's beloved K. Khan doesn't know how to spell words - she doesn't seem to decipher hitherto the stipulation of acing in English, which contrasts bombshell xxviii's belief that taking pride in it, mastering and loving the English lingo is a very insubstantial obligation. Despite her arduous efforts of making her Biology report emerge as ingeniously as it can get within her competence level, the lapses she has made adjacent to the conviction of perfecting the language itself were utterly discernible. She is indeed dim-witted. "Food on consumers?" bleargh.

the normal kids, angela teenoe and yours truly, are truthfully blessed with the endowment of our fine mate siyel for acquainting us with her portable stuffed toy radio, Lalaine. She will always be a treasure. Regardless of her finding it hard to catch up broadcasting signals, that beneficial piece of gold was well loved by the normal kids still. She deprived our conquerable minds of the tedium that certain subjects brought about. Listening to radio songs (Jeepney, Boulevard of Broken Dreams, and some jazzy tunes) while doing notes on Thomas Aquinas and the distinct characteristics laws must encompass? Awesome.

I discern it is undeniably illegal, but teenoe (once again), dana oreo and I have ingested a box of Skittles Bubble Gum while instigating with our biology and internet modules. Dang. Indulge yourselves in these favors in red, green, orange, violet and yellow, and you'll rapidly apprehend that they're so delectable and they invigorate your senses. Every piece of it supplies you with somewhat like a "stress therapy' (if that would make sense) or something. I wonder why it tastes so damn good in english periods though...

This accident-prone me (eh??) have just realized that the impish one (lucy per rowkee) isn't such a fiend. She gave me a more than pleasing grade in geometry. (JOM, as the super friends would spell it) I am not a bad mathematician after all, together with oreo. As one, the "hotshotz" shall ascend from the vestiges of their plentiful failures and succeed (hopefully next year)!

Fortunate was our class when macbeth did not show up in school that dreary afternoon. Being sentient of her idiocy, I reckon she must've have forgotten that she was indebted to go to work as an amateur English teacher that day. She seems to fail to remember almost everything. (she constantly asks for the names of our top one and academic chairperson despite the fact that she had been informed of it millions of times already) Does even forget what color of underwear she wore just this morning or what her address even is? Does she even know her own name? No one knows, and no one cares. I do not care.

Chona In the City!

Kimnar wished for things to revert to the way they used to be at 2:58 AM

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

the one less soft spoken.

happy birthday, katotong siyel. may bliss be with you this day.



that's it for now. i am super busy.

Kimnar wished for things to revert to the way they used to be at 5:13 AM

Sunday, January 16, 2005

resentment and jealousy.

ich weiss nicht, was erhalten in sie und in sie die meisten der zeit, sich beachtet in MEINER anwesenheit GEMINI zu erhalten versuchen sie. dieses ist nicht recht. sie ist alle grube. jetzt gekommen, wie sie sie hinsichtlich des seins IHR possesion behaupten?? leben ihr eigenes leben und lassen die zwei von uns alleine. sie verdienen nicht solches gluck, sie bastard. oh, UNVERSCHAMTER DUMMKOPF, mussen sie mein leben miserabler wie lang bilden? sie sollten verschwinden.

una. spongecola.

muli namang umihip sa akin ang hangin ng pag-iisa
liwanag kang dagling sumilaw sa aking mga mata
linilingon, sinusundan, dumadalas ang minsan
ika'y nariyan, abot tanaw, kahit walang dahilan

maiiwasan ba ang bawat sandaling ika'y laman ng isip ko?
maiiwasan bang ngayo'y lilipas ng hindi kita nasisilayan
nararapat bang pigilan ang damdamin na lalong mahulog sa iyo?


walang maitutulad sa sumpang iyong linikha
putulin man ang tali ay sadyang walang kawala
sa pang-aakit, at di-paglapit
nananalangin, at umaasa



happy_xvi, gen.

jealousy got the best of me.

Kimnar wished for things to revert to the way they used to be at 11:54 PM

Friday, January 14, 2005

jinxed.

today is the 14th of this protracted month. how long has it been ever since i have made the terrible gaffe of initiating myself to my gemini? three months. how long have i suffered enough in the woe of wishing to see gemini smile back at me? three months. how long have i been sentient of gemini's hidden allure? three months. how long has my mind been engaged into thinking of gemini now and then? three months. i have been wasting my time involving myself into the act of doing everything and anything for gemini. everything and anything. in any case...

HAPPY_xiv, darlin'.

there were myriad signs that foretold me that being fluky on this significant day would be an evident feasibility. let me name a few of them...

1. ms. adlaon wore a green dress along with matching dangling green earrings (which were, in my honest opinion, really cute)
2. ms. martinez also donned a green shirt.
3. ms. tan, ms. bal and ms. bengua showed off green dresses (these faculty members resembled trees and can manufacture a miniature rainforest)
3. ily brought a green bag in school today
4. there was a "14" printed with dried glue on our classroom wall.
5. my dad only has Php 314.00 left of cellular credits. three-hundred fourteen.
6. the curtains in our classroom were green. (actually, it had been hung there on the windows ever since the start of the school year - in green. i just noticed them now.)

these "ciphers" (i'd like to call them that) did brought me good fortune. i got high grades in biology and chemistry. wow. hurray for not resolving for mediocrity.

anyway, i'll just make this, yet again, an another quick entry by itemizing out a few facts out of unbeneficial ennui.

- DEVILS OFTEN OBSCURE THEMSELVES AS PROFICIENT FASHIONISTAS. this is factual in lucy per's case. she slipped on a really fit outfit that revealed the cambers of her cadaver a while ago, and masked its visibility with a GREEN jacket which she only wears outside the classroom. who the hell among her students would want to see her and her queer mien up that platform, discussing the properties of parallelograms?

- DEVILS ARE FOND OF UNCONCIOUSLY MASTURBATING GUYS. lucy per was with this certain guy in white in the canteen a while ago, and she was, perceptibly, (seeing the way that "unconsciously-masturbating-man-in-white" and lucy per herself talk about stuff) flirting with her. damn.

- ROOTBEERS WOULD MAKE THE BEST "COMFORT DRINKS". true. they're addictive and luscious. need i say more?

- ASIAN STUDIES TEACHERS HAVE THIS PASSION FOR DONNING PANTILETTES. cedar tree, according to her, even wears pantilletes beneath her pants and skirts. wow. talk about morality.

-MACBETH IS REALLY STUPID. yesterday, teenoe and i approached her to let her check our english notebooks which she had left unattended among the rest of those craps wrapped in green paper. not even taking a better look at the summaries we meticulously scribbled down, she got a pink crayon, tested "it's credibility" on the beadle's notebook, and just placed a check mark on our notebooks without even reading them. she didn't even notice the stuffs we wrote down such as, "not by the hair of my chinny chin chin" and "hit me baby, one more time". dudes, how long has she been this stupid? she is an idiot. she is a fool. she deserves death.

-BRUSHING TEETH IN SCHOOL IS MORE FUN THAN DOING IT AT HOME. i am completely amenable to this fact. brushing teeth in school with teenoe at least two times a day had been bliss itself. it rocks, especially the part wherein we make parinig at basilisko, saying, "wow! ang sarap mag tooth-brush! fresh breath! `di gaya ng iba dyan!" oh yes. bliss.

-CONVOCATIONS CAN GET REALLY ANNOYING. hmmm. need i say more about this matter?

-PARANOIA SUCKS. yes, it does. and did i mention big time?


i am a failure. they need not rub it in. it's so vexing.

you just wait next year. i'll fight back. magiging honor student ULIT ako.

Kimnar wished for things to revert to the way they used to be at 6:03 AM

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

resonating requiem.

yesterday, a lot of things had happened. but alas! this miserable fool had failed to memorize them all by heart. all that this mind of mine (which had just strayed into the thought of seeing yet again her gemini smiling back at her) could recall from yesterday's dealings was the split second mariel's car had crashed to some old automobile and the woman who apparently owned it, saying "dalhin na natin ito sa baranggay hall! dali!" while heaving with her pudgy arms our school security guard.

"anong gusto nya, pera?" mariel quipped sharply while holding her wallet which, i doubt, did not even have that much money inside. yeah. she wanted a lot of filthy cash to pay for the patch up her aged, unattractive car. in any case, i do not care about that fat lady. i need not say more about her.

the morning of januayr 12, 2005. i never thought i would utterly amend for all my poignant deficiencies on this sucky, fateful day. ms. adlaon had just notified us of her "too emotional enragement" (if that'd make sense) about the skirmishes happening inside the classroom and fact that all of us distrust each other in a way or another. mahn, she ravaged not just one whole period of biology, but the whole period of the internet subject as well. i tell you, it's so damn annoying, especially when you know that you were SUPPOSED TO take pleasure for one hour in indulging yourself into those cyber-goodies. but where, where was i at that period when i was supposed to mollycoddle myself by surfing the world wide web? inside the classroom, listening to sermons i'm not very much in need with.

miss a. asked anyone in the class to beg for the pardon of those people whom they have actually wronged. luckily, i was intrepid enough (with teenoe) to ask for bea's forgiveness. i felt guilty of those nasty insults i have been showering her with since god knows when. despite of that, here she was, just the other night, lending both ears to my personal problems which i did not reticently put up with her. i suck. i shouldn't have let her suffered that much. she's such a great kiddo, next to yana, whom i had asked the forgiveness of just last night for those evil blog tags. what was i thinking?

mabuti na lang at medyo naayos na ang gulo sa classroom. yay.

i cried. it was eka's fault. i opened up myself to her - on everything i hated about her. she also cried. we both cried. instead of having things already sanctioned, the silent gripe between the two of us just got worse. wow. how hell must've laughed.

macbeth is really stupid. teenoe and i had just verified her lack of common sense and foolishness. she doesn't even read the summaries we write on our english notebooks swathed in green art papers. she just checks it, and that's it - she even doesn't bother reading them. she just scribbles down her scrawly signature and that's it. she is an idiot. then teenoe and i attempted the impossible act for those aspiring to be model students - instead of writing the real summary of the last SRA story we just read, we jotted down stuffs such as, "not by the hair of my chinny chin chin!", "hit me baby, one more time.", and "danatee, spelling bee, let us sing some songs". if she does not reprimand the two of us about it the next day, then it certainly proves two things: she doesn't really read our summaries, and she is, no doubt, a fool.

inadvertently, i eavesdropped on kublai khan conversing with her friends, with kublai herself saying "ako! magte-take up ako ng dentistry sa college of doctors!". dudes, is there a university named as such? "college of doctors"? oh, c'mon. kublai, go be stupid somewhere else.

inside a public vehicle, unexpectedly, mooncake.xxii sat opposite me.

in any case, pardon me for such a lame post. i have been very busy with schoolworks lately, and you cannot blame me. i desire high grades and therefore, must attain them.

hindi ako makakatulog ngayong gabi. gusto ko paring maging science section. i will do anything to deserve being in OLC next year. sana kasama ako sa mga chosen ones nung deliberation - the chosen ones to remain in the science section, i mean... let us wait and hope in prayer...

to update yourself of the other happenings that happened a while ago. visit tino's blog and look for her january 12, 2005 post.

happy gx. happy ate ara_12.


skittles! how scrumptious. i consumed a lot of green ones during our geometry period. kudos!

Kimnar wished for things to revert to the way they used to be at 4:18 AM

Saturday, January 08, 2005

"i am a fool."

i should've known better. ][xiv][


down poison. three doors down.

i've dreamed about this, sixteen days away

now you're here, and my head lays

besides your body, pillowed under mine

you were poison, spinning round my mind

"welcome to my world,", she said, "do you feel alive?", she said

it's all a bad dream spinning in your lonely head

welcome to my world said, separated world,

down poison, down, down ...

body withered, body bied, time to take away this life

bad enough to die from one, out to mention four or five

"welcome to my world," she said, "do you feel alive?" she said

it's all a bad dream spinning in your lonely head

"welcome to my world" she said,

separated world, she stayed separated

down poison, down poison

down poison, down

you weren't there for me, I was there for you.

you wouldn't die for me, i've already died for you.

"welcome to my world" she said, "do you feel alive?" she said

it's all a bad dream spinning in your lonely head

"welcome to my world" she said,

separated world, she stayed separated

down poison, down poison

down poison, down...


i was a fool. i should've known the consequences of my decisions. ][gemini.xiv][



ienne. happy_o8, hunny.

Kimnar wished for things to revert to the way they used to be at 3:22 AM

Friday, January 07, 2005

the divine providence.

last night, i did not sleep at all. i was texting mariel (who also did not feel the necessity of snoozing) until the wee hours of the morning, and it was rather droll to think that i made it through. wow. kudos for me.

coming to school exclusive of dark eyebags (which, with outmost certainty, was the thing mariel was not deprived of), i immediately teamed up with my usual "morning group", tino, kc, mariel, and v-ann to scoff that darned rhizelle's nose off her pudgy countenance. i had just found out from tino, the red cross club president, that the hoodwink had cut her club periods for four times in a row already. dudes, cutting classes are against the school rules, and with drastic measures it should be dealt with. after fishing out scissors from our bags (i borrowed mariel's since i left mine), we scurried off to the third street to begin the action plan. we waited for the target for about five minutes or so and, seeing her withdraw herself from her red car, prepared our sciccors and intoned "cutting! masarap mag-cutting!" to the banana-um tune to mock her. the fool just stood at one corner of the corridor and, with her fat face and arms akimbo, shot a mean look to us. mahn, she was the one who cut classes. now how come she's the one exasperated at our very presence while we're just there, doing what is right: aggravating her with the things she was accustomed into doing every thursdays? she is a fool and therefore should be one with the unquenchable flames of hell.

following recess was a mass devoted for the ill-fated tsunami victims, and kc was the commentator. the rest of the theresians (which included us) settled themselves on the bleachers where everyone, from below, could insult them and stuff. kc looked like a man from afar with her transparent folders. when will she ever learn the consequence of her ways? doesn't she know that resolving into being a man would only convey her pain in the butt? apparently she doesn't. her mind's not yet cleared up and therefore, we must pray for her.

throughout the mass, i was forced to give in to the vertigo the said proceeding was handing me over and tried to, out of a teacher's scrutiny, catnap for a short while. luckily, v-ann impeded me from doing so and tried to wake me up.

the fair lady, sookah_xvi, gave me a letter today with the furthest aspiration to know more about me. mahn, she sucks. what was the note for, anyway? i chucked it out of my grip, then to the litter bin it went. i can't afford to have burnt hands at this very crucial period in time.

i cannot compromise the details on the next matter i am about to thrash out to you, but you must have even the faintest idea of what i am talking about. picture my classmates all crying due to diverse rationales in a certain point of time. then everyone were like fighting against each other for god knows why. even a friend from the other section was gotten into this hard-hitting situation. so there. our class just had a fine taste of what "karma" is.

dieser dumme nun ist ein dummkopf! i hate her. she is evil. she made my friend cry her out due to her unjust decision. she sucks. she should die along with rowkee, cedar, rhizelle and macbeth.

ate ara invited me to a watch a cosplay competition and to watch a movie at megamall tomorrow after lunch. with the presence of her junior friends, i can consider myself to be out of place. i even invited mariel - she agreed, but that didn't help at all. ate ara insisted that i should come (since she'll the rest pay for me) lest i would want her to "be mad for sure... seriously :-(." you know what? i refused. she'd do well without me, anyway.

random stuffs.
1. tino kissed me a while ago on the cheek without my permission. dudes, i tell you - it was gross. she even kissed all the tackers and angge herself who, by the way, washed her face in disgust afterwards.
2. to yzabelle wutty who has a slight fever since yesterday: speedy recovery, mate! ='(
3. we'd make good composers, the tackers. we just made a song for our resident "english wizard" and "perfectly-bodied atheist" (while she's overlooking the taal lake. haha.)

why can't i manufacture apt verdicts at the right time?


(porphyra goodies? i wish to consume one. i got the pic from kuya jep's blog, who obviously had just acquainted me with it. -- january 08, 2005)

Kimnar wished for things to revert to the way they used to be at 2:32 AM

Monday, January 03, 2005

perceive.






i used to snicker on the adversity that has befallen upon our southeast asian bretheren due to that hard-hitting and dangerous tsunami that has seized a lot of innocent lives, properties and has swigged on small islands. providentially, ms. tan had this "moral and religious obligation" to inform us, ignorant paulinians, more on the serious matter. the recital of her lips on the matter made almost a great impression as the tsunami's impact itself. i was deeply moved by her touchy facial expressions and delicate hand gestures that i was even urged to dedicate this post to the tsunami victims. i can't help but feel lucky i'm still here, alive and still breathing this certain gas fitered by my nasal cilia (if that would make sense...). thank you, god. as for the unfortunate sufferers? let us pray for them.

Kimnar wished for things to revert to the way they used to be at 11:00 PM

Sunday, January 02, 2005

ingested spearmints.

frittering the rest of my childhood days within the four walls of our quarters, me being a very, very inhibited and reticent child around a bunch of unknown relatives during a get-together (or in my dreaded case, a reunion) would be a very apparent feasibility. i never even had friends around our neighborhood. now how come these people whom i'd most likely prefer to label as "parents" expect me to mingle with our relatives, most of which i don't even talk to much whenever they're around? that's it. i have finally concluded that these people are not really acquainted with their only daughter. they are not right about me but they are perfectly right about the things they want for me. (or so i think they are...)

the title does not really suit this post. i don't actually have any idea on why such designation was typed on this entry. "ingested spearmints"? oh, come on.

yesterday has got to be one of those consternated proceedings that i used to just grimace and grunt about - a family reunion. i hate reunions, especially the parts wherein you have to be chivalrous enough to salute to each family member and to even lie about "the way they look tonight" (if you get what i mean). i am a very introvert kid who doesn't have the faintest idea of what being courteous is about. typically, i consider these events as "anathemas" and would just lock myself up inside my room and, wishing not to greet every relative below, just watch my favorite tv show with the laptop on and with stacks of powerbars all set for digestion. my parents were green with rage upon the knowledge of me being so capricious about going down and meeting my cousins and stuff. they even asked me if i had no face to show off and deep down, i knew i answered "i don't have! so beat it!". but certain flow of events urged me to just get down there, meet some relatives, chat with them in a jiffy, and get things over and done with. and so i did. with my "everyday clothes" on, i went down the stairs with the trepidation of apalling notices to be pelted on my fragile psyche.

things didn't turn out as infuriatingly as they were meant to get. i got to meet some relatives with them saying, "dalaga na si kim!" or "tumaba ka, hah!" (which is kind of annoying) and so on. the best part of it all was i got to lay my eyes on some cousins who saw me in my outmost contentment of just sitting by the window and watch how things were hours ago. there was tin, ana, kuya jep, kuya jason, and some unknown kids. we talked and laughed about stuffs which i can't even retain the information of. ("peace!")

what really advocated us to give off hearty guffaws was my youngest brother and his passion for dirt, idiocy and aerobatics. he did make a perfect spider-man impression while doing uncanny body movements and while lying on top of a certain red car, giving it a "free cleaning session" (as they said). he even literally attacked on whoever he had opted to pick on and bully mercilessly. the "chosen one" would often give off a scream or duck my brother's "attacks" with his imaginary horns. his favorite target were those people in "red, green and gold" (good thing ana and i were donning pink shirts by then). too bad. i feel sorry for kuya jason, kuya jep and tin, who, in an outmost mishap they do not deserve, were wearing the designated target colors. my stupid sibling became the neighborhood favorite. people would go out of their houses just to have that precious glimpse of him and his idiotic acts.

i got acquianted with some relatives pretty well. not bad for a kid who used to be a very, very inhibited and reticent child around a bunch of unknown relatives during a get-together (or in a reunion, in my case). i just wished i had spent more time with my cousins, though.

by the way. i was told of being "pretty" that night. wow.

january 1, 2004. belated happy new year, everyone.

(i used to be like that man in the red shirt...)

Kimnar wished for things to revert to the way they used to be at 1:38 AM

Wednesday, December 29, 2004

deadened screams.

after being just 8 hours away from civilization for almost five days, i have finally attained, at long last, true nirvana unlike any other. this happinness is not out of the ordinary. i finally am home.

damn it. this is one abysmal blog post. i suck. this post sucks. i'll just tell you the whole of it some other time.

meanwhile, a trip to the supermarket stretched my limbs up. cool. but it never got my usual strength back. argh.

siyel would've been ecstatic about today. 29. another used to be.

"one abysmal blog post". i warned you, didn't i?




(Xtac pics: Awesome Part II.)

Kimnar wished for things to revert to the way they used to be at 4:53 AM

Monday, December 20, 2004

au revoir.

i'll be going to the province tomorrow and with that, i bid the urban world goodbye.

auf wiedersehen, mein gemini_xiv. ich vermisse wirklich sie und ihr schönes llächeln. ich vermisse sie und die zeiten, die ich ihre schönheit anstarrte. ich liebe sehr, sehr viel! für ewigkeit!

adios para ahora, cada uno.

gemini_xiv. my life. my world. my everything.

Kimnar wished for things to revert to the way they used to be at 5:59 PM

Saturday, December 18, 2004

partiality.

it's official. leche ang favoritism. damn it. it's too much already. pulubi na nga ako, gagawin pa niya yun? the nerve! it's my money, not hers. aarrgghh! *smashes her fist on someone else's face*

anyway, please do update yourself with my december 14, 16 and 17 posts, which i just posted recently.


(i will truly miss you, oh my beloved one. for real.)

Kimnar wished for things to revert to the way they used to be at 4:20 PM

Friday, December 17, 2004

one remarkable paradise.

i am finally free. liberty had never been this sweet before. after almost two weeks of experiencing hell out of endeavoring in achieving the completion of school notes and requirements for the dreaded third quarter periodic exam, i am now, at last, emancipated from the afflictions i had just gone through. kudos to papa god for aiding me always.

first of all, let me greet dana oreo: happy_xvii! and.. happy_mooncake!

today is the last day of classes - the final day that i'll ever see gemini_xiv's face on which hideous face rashes are embedded. i shall truly miss her though we're just one text or call away. things aren't going to be the same for the next weeks to come. i know i can never take pleasure from this so-called "christmas hiatus" given to us by our plump principal and her passion for superiority. for more than 2 weeks, i'll never be able to see my friends and my beloved teachers, including the one with plentiful lovers and owner of the eye of eternal darkness with her "already checked" research papers. for more than 2 weeks, i'll never be able take a glimpse of our congested school canteen with its chit booth and iced tea counter being inhabited by students fighting for supremacy on who'll get to have their money echanged for chits first or on who'll get to have the first plastic cup of fresh, ice cold tea. for more than 2 weeks, i'll never be able to smirk at the "kool caduh" while discussing with my fellow tackers on how "cool" their 'kada is. for more than 2 weeks, i'll never be able to see xiv and feel the presence of her beautiful soul being just around the corner. yes. this x'mas break would mean nothing if it would be xiv-less.

maiiwasan ba ang bawa't sandaling ika'y laman ng isip ko?
maiiwasan bang ngayo'y lilipas ng hindi kita nasisilayan?
nararapat bang pigilan ang damdamin na lalong mahulog sa iyo?

the chritmas program was totally jaded. oh, how i wished sleeping was a definite possibility back then! damn those children present in the program, the kindergartners, for think they were so cute while singing dumb x'mas carols and dancing by pairs before a live audience. they can't even sing well, for crying out loud. their voices just cracked my eardrums up mercilessly. i knew it all along that those preschool mentors aren't going to get the best out of these lousy children and, therefore, should be fired along with rowkee, cedar and elena. and next comes the feat of selected college students who did nothing but to entice my annoyance in. these women were all in freaky white dresses and did lots of eerie hand movements along with sucky tagalog dialogues. (dudes, how long have our national language been loathesome?) they should've seen on what they looked like onstage and weep in shame over it. the perfomance of the HS teachers lit a little spark of fire within my bored soul, though. and after that, the rest are history.

the gift-giving moment was a while ago. i received quite a number of gifts. the cutest ones were from dana, tino and gen. but the most touching was from my gemini. aww. despite of being totally out of cash, she still managed to bring me a little something. (it was actually not small... really... ^_^;)

joan, dana oreo, tino, v-ann, kc and yours truly had our "play production" pictorials. we posed different facades with matching touchy facial expressions. we asked jan to take the pictures for us who, obviously, found us pretty weird. oh yes, we undoubtedly are peculiar freaks. [v-ann and tino: hottest love team]

i lost the spongecola cd paper with lyrics on it and smashed my laptop's optical mouse last night! darn it!
by the way. tino and i did the weirdest things a while ago. we ate rice with chicken, M&Ms, menudo soup and some other stuffs not fit for consumption for health-freaks. then we walked around in circles in the middle of the school canteen with the people eating in it and its personnel staring at us like crazy. haha.

but then again, paradise had been remarkable today. cheers.

][ batman ][ : cool!

Kimnar wished for things to revert to the way they used to be at 5:31 AM

Thursday, December 16, 2004

rabid flights.

genevive gatbonton: happy_sixteen! (1 year and two months)

today is the last day of the dreaded 3rd quarter periodic exams. i would have to worry no more about completing notes or acing in various subjects' tests. my mishap has finally come to its marvelous end! now all i have to worry about are the results. but then again, fervent prayers never failed anyone.


mendee, teenoe (without parents' consent), v-ann, kC, siyel and yours truly decided to buy gifts for tomorrow's party today at megamall after taking the tests. another gimmick, i presume. we all had civilian dresses to spare us the violations of scorning a couple of school rules except for super friend teenoe, who only had khaki shorts underneath her checkered school skirt at that time. mendee decided to let her borrow her garments for a while, so we went to their condo unit.

somewhere in the middle of nowhere, the school bus of kC's cousin (or so we think it was) was tracking us wherever we went. it sort of creeped us out, mahn. we're talking about EVERYWHERE here and not just one spot. the bus was literally taking the routes we just took. waah. to think that we were shouting at it at the top of our lungs "doms!"

then we were now at mendee's condo unit, and the minute i stepped inside the lobby, i drawled tons of insults. the stench that wafted through my nasal cavity resembled pungent human feet! the smell was as repulsive as basilisko's breath itself. disregarding the anguish of having to inhale the intoxicated oxygen we were destined to breathe upon, we took the elevator and went straight to mendee's. they had this delightful little doggie who happened to have her monthly period that day. after gazing upon her majestic beauty, we stepped inside mendee's room and changed garments. it was just back then that i realized that i had snagged on the wrong sandals! i picked the girly one. maybe i was still in the verge of falling asleep at that point in time. v-ann tried to exchange footwear with me since she said that she liked mine but unfortunately, my sandals were small enough for her feet. too bad. i already fell in love with her awesome shoes. :'( but then again, i have no other option. i simply cannot settle for my last resort - walking barefoot aound the mall - so i finally decided to get away with it. mendee let teenoe borrow sam mendee's rubber shoes without official consent and said it was okay. then off we went to megamall.

i saw gift gate and entered in it in search for the perfect besty gift. i tagged kc along with me inside as i rummaged every shelf for something cute. then i chanced upon this cute cocker spaniel stuffed animal which, by the way, i wanted the possession of in the first place. but then i thought of ericka salonga and decided to just give this fabulous gift to her out of best friendly love.

siyel insisted that we eat in a restaurant first before we rove around in coming across wonderful presents for tomorrow. with that, we went to KFC and saw lots of paulinians from pasig, to be exact. we saw ones with those ribbon-like neckties and those who deliberately got rid of them. mendee and i ordered hotshots and some fries and stuff. nyohoho.

after consuming a lot of food, we decided to part ways in a short while. teenoe, mendee and v-ann went to vans while kc, siyel and i went to blue magic to purchase some things. it took us quite a while inside that store. kc bought her choice of presents and so did siyel for her besty, yza. i was not able to pick up anything from there so i just roamed around and perceived these wonderful mini dolls (and became obsessed with them for 5 minutes). after a few minutes, i had the answer to my pleas. toy kingdom is the only place wherein i could purchase faultless gifts for the tackers and for ate ara, and not in blue magic. so we decided to go there.

before formally entering toy kingdom, we overtook at a cake store which caught our outmost attention: kink cakes. the cakes there were really fabulous and not to mention, nauseating. inside it were pills sold for lesbians to consume if they'd want men to let them buzz off. there were also cakes carved like naked bodies and human reproductive organs. mahn. totally gross.

toy kingdom was as jam-packed as ever. we even chanced upon clariane and liwag there. then next, the heartthrobs and a couple of junior students. then i went around to search for the tackers' and ate ara's gifts (and found none). so while in the middle of making up our minds whether to walk to shangrila and go to "tickles" and procure better stuffs there, siyel thought of letting the toy kingdom crew clap "for v-ann and teenoe's birthday" that day (out of unprofitable boredom). we requested the people at the counter to say these words out loud at the microphone:

IN BEHALF OF TOY KINGDOM, WE WOULD LIKE TO GREET FLAVIE ANN CLET and ANGELA TOLENTINO A HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

then everyone inside the store clapped like crazy.

v-ann and teenoe went beserk and walked out of toy kingdom with the shame of having one ecosystem of toy addicts to clap for them, thinking it was really their birthday. kc, siyel, mendee and i went out last. i passed by cute yet expensive stuffed toys near the exit and found a really cuddly tiger(?) and even thought of buying it for myself. but then, i had the thought of the true meaning of christmas all over my head and bought it for ate ara instead. (whoa.. that rhymes!)

by the way. i saw two dbtc guys back there. i think they had been my classmates before. i just don't know.

we agreed on having a 'kada of our own, the six of us: 'kada ganap. meaning? "kada ng mga ganap na babae at lalaki", having kc, tino and mendee as the "ganap na mga lalaki" and siyel, v-ann and yours truly as "ganap nga mga babae".

this day seemed like one of the most memorable ones, we thought, so why not take a picture of it? then we immediately trotted off to tronix to have our pictures taken in a jiffy. we fixed ourselves fast (though we knew for a fact that our repulsive facades can't get any better) and hurriedly posed for our portraits. we had pics a la playprod style, formal, and some were just plain weird. when we already had them developed, we all thought we sucked. wahahaah. pics taken by digital cameras are really not worth 60 pesos multiplied by 6.

we passed by goodwill bookstore due to v-ann's insistent demand to do so for her to purchase some book notes for god knows why. while she's at it, we chanced upon a book entitled, "deliver us from evil". whoa. kudos to its author. i should've brought more bucks with me, then. i could've acquired this gift right away and could've given it to lucy per rowkee the day after as a christmas gift. mahn. another opportunity stepped on.

kc, v-ann and i decided to stop by ice monster to chill... and there, we saw jamille... (whoa.. that rhymes... again!)

mendee told us to hurry up to the parking lot for manong driver was already waiting for us there. so we ran in circles and all i gained? achy feet. argh. sucky girly sandals...

while waiting for her driver, we caught a glimpse of the prettiest boy to date: converse_32!!! (with his bandamates, we presume, since they have guitars and stuff). mahn, he's so damn pretty in his glasses and white shirt with converse_32 on it. even teenoe and mendee fell head over heels for his gorgeousness. but the only person who never was enticed by his beauty that much and only labeled him as "okay lang..." was kc. yes. tibo talaga yung taong yun. aminadong lalaki. tsk... *nods head in pity* turning down the proposal of her piggy suitor and her neutral remark on converse_32 says it all. oh well...

... what hope for kC? what hope for kC? no hope... no hope... no hope.

we scurried off to mendee's condo unit in a flash. then upon reaching there, we finally have drawn this conclusion:

patay kami kay sam mendero.

remember? mendee did not let him know that teenoe had used his rubber shoes. seeing him sit at the sofa lobby made us think that he was indeed waiting for the person who used his belonging without permission. mendee decided to let us escape from his wrath and go first to their unit before he does. the elevator was taking too long so we decided to go and make good use of our feet - and took the stairs from first floor to the 9th. and that, i tell you, was not as easy as it seemed. ang hirap! sobra! sakit sa paa.

so we came first inside mendee's room. sam wasn't there yet. good grief. mendee quickly put sam's footwear inside the cabinet and made it look as if it never had been touched. but after a few seconds of chanting in ecstasy HE came in, probably in search of the rubber-shoed freak. he went to his room first and to our horror...

.. he took the rubber shoes tino sported. OH NO!!!

out of the trepidation of finding his brother's fist on her face after we'd gone home, mendee decided to sleep somewhere else that night. then she opted to bring us home.

teenoe was reproached by her parents for not asking consent in going out with us. claude jino, i ache for you.

i got home at around 8:45 pm.

*sigh* that's it. i've finally drawn this eerie conclusion that rabid flights do come to pass.


(look at this mysterious fossil. radical!)


kada ganap pics: awesome!

Kimnar wished for things to revert to the way they used to be at 4:14 PM

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

mien gemini_xiv: mien alles!

gemini_xiv, ich liebe dich so viel! glücklich!

bitte lassen sie mich einfach wird eingeschlossen innerhalb ihres schattens für ewigkeit.

ich bin für immer ihr..

Kimnar wished for things to revert to the way they used to be at 6:40 PM

Friday, December 10, 2004

bliss.

dec. o9, 2004.

for garnering the championship for the spelling bee...br>

congratulations,

BLISSMASTER
DANA OREO!

DECEMBER 10, 2004.


XTAC...

... aba naman.. isang
taon na tayo!

Kimnar wished for things to revert to the way they used to be at 10:10 AM

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

internal sublimation.

warning: this would be an overly-lengthy post.

i entered the school gates with the perceptible trepidation of having a taste of xiv's fury against people like me in certain circumstances. my exterior trembled with fear as i ventured through the campus grounds (explicitly the canteen area), anticipating i would pass by her and ruin everything. but this day turned out to be xiv-less. she's absent, and now i am counting my blessings. i just wish she's not actually mad at me or something...

enough of the xiv "scandal" and the shenanigans i myself improvised that could have possibly enticed her vexation in. i want you guys to know i sucked in our computer quiz a while ago, anyway.

we had teachers' day celebration before lunch period, and manufacturing noise and mayhem seemed like an evident feasibility. knowing that there would be games and teachers would undoubtedly participate in it, i made an astoundingly stupid banner with "gud aftuhnoon, miss cuckum... show no mercy!" on it. i even aided some mates in making an exceptional banner for miss adlaon. yup, that banner was indeed special.

no freakin way. lucy per garnered an award for being a "fashionista". ahahaah. yup. dreams do come true.

i abhorred the very fact that we would be having a marian prayer camp this afternoon first thing in the morning. we were ordered to wear our stupid batch shirt with the misspelled "strength" on it (otherwise spelled as "strenght") and our red jogging pants, or we shall suffer a great deal of losing some homeroom points. dudes, we were hustled, and it sucks. @_@. they simply cannot bribe us to wear those garments and be resembled to jumbo hotdogs. but then again, cedar's scary face (and her noodle-like hair) made us do it, though against our wills.

the agony of the long, unbeneficial hours of singing that infamous song, "Turumba", doing a couple of uncanny arm movements and swaying of flaglets; and listening to those sucky college teachers and their overly-ceremonial lectures about the blessed mother which, by the way, were far too jaded that i wished at that time that somebody would please, just kill me, really plucked my last nerves. they did not benefit anyone, and they are actually aware of it. they just brought us a taste of what having dull moments feels like. darn it.

it was all worth it, anyway. i passed by and actually saw my "hiatus_xxiii". damn. she's so cool and cute. (^_^;) *newfound inspirare*

i bonded once again with GX a while ago, and we had new members (welcome, ejoh and rituh...) we shall never be detached from one another anymore, and i'm glad that things are slowly falling back in place. i even made things up with my besty a while ago during the mass though i think it's sort of her fault why i am into this predicament now. but anyway... who cares?

fire. how i missed fire. and that emptiness was filled up once again during the rosary activity at the quadrangle. i squared things up with Kuya Quentin finally. yay.

XTAC:
ang pinaka sawing-palad na kada sa buong mundo.

Members of the New PlayProd, "Ang Mga Pulubi"(?):
o. Angela Tolentino: "pulubing naka-back bend".
o. Kim Naranja: "mayamang nagkukunwaring pulubi".
o. Siyel Narag: "ang pulubing bulag na nagsasabing siya raw ay sinugo ng diyos upang magdala ng liwanag sa ating mapanglaw na mundo".
o. Joan Ko: "pangalawang sinugo... ang pangalawang Hesus".
o. Yza Wuthrich: "pulubing madaming gimmick sa buhay".
o. Dana Torio: "isang mayamang nilalang".

KUBLAI KHAN PLAY PRODUCTION:

Casts:
1. Angela Tolentino as "Raphael Lakandiwa", Kublai Khan's love interest; these two met only through online chatting (YM)
2. Kim Naranja as "Gabriel Moneda", Raphael's best bud and eventually will fall for Kublai's another love interest, Rodney (Rod for short)
3. KC Alcantara as "Rodney", Kublai's other love interest
4. Yza Wuthrich as "The Friend", Kublai's best bud and introduces her to Raphael
5. Dana Torio as "Kublai Khan", the main character in this play production... a "beautiful" yet vain young lady who would prefer venturing to the world of pure deception just to attain what she desires the most: true love.
Director: Joan Ko.

Kimnar signing off. (11:20 pm)

Until the day I die, I'll spill my heart for YOU. ='(

Kimnar wished for things to revert to the way they used to be at 5:46 AM