Relax, relapse.

Oh, hi. I just finished everything(?) I needed to do, so congratulations to me.

I don't really have anything to say, or maybe I have some but I can't remember them, so I'll just settle on putting up things I want to buy/do/accomplish first.

1) Save up for:

• Lady GaGa's concert.


• Cobra Starship's third album, Hot Mess.


• Fall Out Boy's Folie á Deux.


• A Canon EOS SLR.

2) Finish The Perfect Failure this coming month (July).

3) Finish reading The Portrait of Dorian Gray and all my pending novels to read and:

4) Make a new list of To-Read books/novels for the month of July.

5) Finish the portfolios. Yes, it is the last on my list because it's the least I want to do. HA. Go figure.

Hey, do you know that I want to watch Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen so bad? Yeah, so bad. It's on theaters now, and I really want to watch it. I mean, because it's awesome, I know it! But of course, there's the thing about the Swin Flu hype that totally, totally sucks. I told my cousin, Audwin, that we're going to watch it next week. I hope The Elders would permit us. Yayyz. :)

Anyway. Do you guys know the average number of people that wear green in a day? I just. Nothing. Just a random question. 'Cause, like, I went to church today, and there were like a whole lot of people wearing green, including someone in front of the screen, ha. And every time I go, there's just a bunch of people wearing the colour. Wicked, right? I want to know the reasons, though. Like, maybe I'll conduct a survey someday. Ha! That would be awesome -- asking strangers why they wear green. Who knows, they might take it the wrong way. Haha. Green is just a lot of things, you know? It can mean a lot. I'll talk about that maybe someday, too.

Uh, I have nothing else to say, I guess, so I'll just post this photo:

Click Photo for Full Size. :)

It's Giann, my Kambal. Ha! I kind of got bored, and I was currently on her page so I decided to edit some of her pics on Photoshop, and mesh them into one. Also experimented with a few textures and fonts I downloaded. I had fun, she's pretty, is she not? I miss you, G!

I should be going now. Good night!

PS. I am stoked for Colin's lockdown!fic. <3

Breathed words, melodic whispers.

Click photos for Full View. :)

I posted this on Twitter too, I know. And I'll say it again: This is me during weekends. No more, no less. And it may not just only be during weekends. I spend time on the Net prob'ly more than I should, but it's fine. The Net is my best friend. Or somehow it is. Hey, to clear it up. I am not a College Freshman yet. I'm just a weenie Junior in High School, I just found that book and I'm currently using it for my own reference. I found it downstairs, and it belonged to my Tito Butch, (Hi, Papa Butch! I miss you!) apparently during his College days, duh. It's still good, though. Might as well spend some free time on it, yeah? :)

And, if only I had all the money in the world, I'd buy all the gadget there is. I have a love for gadgets, old or new. I search the ditties about new releases and stuff. I'm such a gadget-geek. But unfortunately, I don't have the money, so yeah. 'Tleast it's free to drool over them on the Net. Lol.

We have a quiz on Chemistry on Monday, about the history of the subject and famous chemists. *Yawn* Kidding. There's just something about Chemistry that makes me want to drift off. The subject? Or the teacher? A little bit of both? The subject's cool, really it is. Ms. Malbas is a nice teacher, too. But the subject is just. Guh. Yeah, you know what I mean. And Ms. Malbas' voice. It's too ... Soft? I don't know, okay. Maybe it's supposed to challenge students' resistance to the promising fields of dreamland. Ha.

We have an assignment in Geometry, about postulates and the jazz. Done and done!

I will go supplies-shopping tomorrow, for my Artfolio.

And guys, just so you know, Ms. Bambie somehow makes me fidget-y. There's something about the way she looks at you that makes you shiver. Although it seems she's a rad teacher, considering the group activity we'll be doing next week, about the Seven Continents and transforming the room into those countries. I'm quite excited, and I'll be happy to work on it, especially if I'd be lucky enough to get to work with my beloved friends. Yes, of course I want to choose my groupmates. 'Cause how can you come up with a good output if you're not comfortable with your groupmates? Right, right! And if they tell us we have to work on our social skills, we work on that alright. There're just some people we can't stand to be with even in only mere five seconds of our existence. Argh, it reminds me of The Lobster. Haha. No, it's not a book, it's a name Gail have given somebody, and I just got accustomed to it. ;)

I'm currently watching TV5Monde with the subtitle Asie, honestly I don't even know what channel is it or how I got there, but there're some people doing cool stuff. Stunts and magic. I still believe in magic, yes. Because if I don't, then how could I have existed, right? Haha! But really, I do. It's cool that every once in a while, you see something that actually awes you, and it's not just because you're obliged to be awed so. And it's really fun, you know. Being far from what's possible and real, and take a look at the fantasy part of the world. You know, take your mind off the hitches, and smile for even just a bit. ;)

I have to go now. Good night!

Give In To Me.

R.I.P. Michael Jackson

He was one in a million, and there can never be another Michael Jackson in the whole history of forever. He was a unique entertainer, not only with his good songs, but the way he has portrayed them, his music and life. I'll admit that I wasn't yet alive or aware during the peaks of his career, but I will neither deny that I am a fan. I have listened to his songs, yes, because they have never gotten old through the years. There were a lot of remakes/revivals, but nothing could be better than the original itself. He gave a new point of view in the life of Pop music, and he deserves the title he holds. There might have been a few allegations he has gone through, but it shows just how people love him, that despite all these issues, they stuck with him and supported him all the way. I'm not much of a die-hard, but we can never deny that he has left a huge influence in the Music Business, and that his legacy will linger forever.

I'll pick you up in my car and we'll paint the town;

Just kiss me, baby, and tell me twice

That you're the one for me.

- The Way You Make Me Feel

by Michael Jackson. ♥

It's all we know.

Oh hi there. Classes were suspended today, because of the storm. It's not even raining right now. I really don't get DepEd sometimes. But hell, what do I know about the weather anyway. I just think that if they're going to suspend classes today, they might as well suspend tomorrow's classes too, right? I mean, hello. Or I'm just that lazy. But come on.

Although, I also want to go to school because A) I need money. I'm saving up for GaGa, guys. YES, I AM SAVING UP. Wish me luck, btw. B) Budsisters/Chillies, come on. I miss the girls already. And C) I wanna see Pau 'cause she has a pretty smile. :">

And because I have nothing more to talk about, I'll post this photo, the result of Shannon's epicgorgeousamazing French!Fic. Honestly I know not any other French than the phrase Je t'aime, but there's just something about the language that makes it magical. Anybody who disagrees, I will kill you. Ha. Kidding. But really, right? Also, Paris is for lovers. I truly believe that, even if it's too cliché, because clichés don't always have to be cheesy and bla. Credits to the lovely Shannon for teaching me that. ;)

So anyway, here it is:

Lookitme, all fat cheeks and fly-away hair. Haha. I'm not that good in Photoshop, but come on, 'tleast I tried. I have a love for vintage patterns and the shizz. :)

Also, I called TicketNet a while ago to ask for tix prices for Gaga's concert, but the operator (HANNAH WAS ALSO HER NAME, WHATTHE) said the event isn't in their system yet, although the concert is confirmed, no worries blabla. She also invited me to go to Akon's concert on the forth of July, but nah, I'm not that interested. She told me prices of the tix, though. And gave me quite an idea for the prices of Gaga's. It may range from 1 to 5k, Upper box to Patron. I'm aiming for Patron, so wish me so much of luck, guys. Because really, this is the first time I'm, that determined to save money, all because of Lady G. I really want to go, but you prob'ly know that already. I'm not a total shoppaholic, but I really just tend to spend a lot. So, bless me. I also have to buy Cobra's third record, so I need extra. :)

Okay, I'm going to stop now. I might post another entry later, but who knows. Bye! :)

Just hanging around ...

Hey, guys. I forgot about posting. Well, sort of. I have nothing much to talk about, but I'll talk anyway. Or, type, whatevs.

Today, we had no classes. It's San Juan Day, and it's a holiday, even if I don't really live there. Lucky the school was built there, though.

Anyway, I enjoyed doing my Student Profile in English. Here, take a look:

STUDENT PROFILE
Name: Hannah Georgia F. Plopinio

Birthday: February 25, 1995

Address: 528 R. Vicencio St., Mandaluyong City

Phone Number: 718 03 56 / 09233890769(Hannah’s)

About Me:

I’m Hannah Georgia F. Plopinio, but I prefer to be called Ploppy or Hannah only. I’m 14, but I often act less of my age. I’m probably too hyper for my own good and may not have much of an attention span. I’m an optimist, I talk too much, I laugh too loud and I may smile at the most inappropriate times, but I’m willing to listen and learn. I like green, yellow, and red. I’m probably more of what I said I was here.

Likes:

Music
- I don’t really mind the genre, just anything good, relaxing or depressing, energetic or just soft. It’s not always the melody, though. Mostly, I admire songs because of the lyrics and their message.

Literature> Poetry at most
- Like I said, I admire songs mostly because of their lyrics. I praise people with the ability of turning simple phrases into a swirl of intricate words and enigmatic metaphors and rhymes – spilling out hidden feelings, saying everything and nothing all at once. I read novels, old-age or contemporary, whichever works.

Dislikes:

- I don’t like it when people try and fail to be somebody they’re not. It shows insecurity. There’s nothing wrong with coming out as the person you really are. It’s better than living your whole life regretting the day you became somebody else and wishing you could go back when really, you can’t.

Ambition:

- I want to take up aeronautical engineering, law, psychiatry and later on, photography. I don’t really like the thought of studying and being stuck in school for a long time, but I guess I little more time won’t be that bad. It’s my choice; I’ll stand by it.

---

See? You can tell I spent an hour just to finish that. Ha.

Also, I read a masterpiece today, written by the lovely Shannon. It was a French!Fic, and it was gorgeous. GORGEOUS, I TELL YOU. Speaking French is one of my guilty pleasures, just so you know.

I'm currently reading The Portrait of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, all because of Colin, the god of slash. Lol. \o/

Oh well, I guess that's all I got for now. Nothing much really happened today, but wait! I almost forgot. I JUST DISCOVERED THAT THERE ARE READY-TO-COOK MASHED POTATOES! I am so gonna buy as soon as I lay my hand on one.

And holy cow, Gabanti posted Cobra Starship's Hot Mess Album Art this morning, and Jeez, I can't even. WOW. Hott and Gabelicious.

Good night, fellas. :)

AND AND AND WAIT! I HAVE TO HAVE THIS VAMP NOVEL.

Don't trust me.

Hi, guys. I'm at the Computer Lab right now. I told you guys, the school has progressed a bit this year. Anyway, I have a new crush! Yeah, you'll find out about more that later. I'll post when I get home, I think. Jeez. It's raining so hard, like, now.

NOTES:

Collecting information -> well selected, accurate, complete.

BYE! The bell has rung already. :)

A therapeutic chain of events.

Holy shizz, Lady Gaga will be coming in Manila on the 11th of August, and do you guys know what that day is? It's the official release of the latest Cobra album, Hot Mess! Talk about double the effin'fun, guys! It's a Tuesday, unfortunately, a school day, so I'd be damn lucky if I get to go, which, is one thing I want to do so much. Because Jesus, that's Lady Gaga. And her, visiting the Philippines is actually a once-in-a-bluemoon thing, so I have to be there. So, I'm already thinking of something I could do to get my mom to permit me. Ace the exams? Oh hell, I'll promise them anything. Really, I can honestly just be buried alive than not go to that concert. I'll be going with Tine, she said she'll be coming, so I'll just be looking for more companions and if possible, save up some cash for that life-changing day. Ha. Lookitme, all fan-girly about the beautiful Lady G. Also, I want that record so much, maybe I'd buy it on the nearest weekend. So really, I'm all hyperventilate-y here, because of these two things.

Anyway, let's talk about today. Jeez, today was crazy. Firstly, the school just achieved a bad image from other schools because of the unorganized letting in of students in the morning. Second, the required wearing of facemasks suck. 'Twas hard to talk, especially for me, because hello, talking machine here. Also, it was kind of hard to breathe. Third, it was so mothertruckin'hot. Well, that's not really the school's fault that we have that kind o'weather, but they just had to tell us turn off the ACs and suffer more from the heat. Although it was in fact for our own good for the virus not to spread. But still! It was hot. There was one positive thing about school now, though. The Internet in the Computer Lab has developed from ZERO to 100Mbps. Congratulations, Dominican College.

'Twas also a good thing they didn't give us any homeworks today. But I still had some things to do, of course. I'm such a busy kid. ;)

I also had my 1x1 photo taken, for the Values Ed. recitation bla, and for other uses. Here's one tip for you guys when you go out:

Act cool when crossing the street, so it won't be obvious you don't know how to. ;)

Uhuh. I think that's it for today, guys. My seven-day medication is done, yayyz.

Adios, my loves.

But wait! Watch this first:

It's one thing that always makes me smile, whenever, wherever. It's one of my favourite songs from them, but duh, every song from 'em is a favourite but whatever. It just brightens my day every time I watch it, okay? So you watch it, too. And hello, that's hippie!Ryan over there, that look always gives me the sense of maturity and peeeace and suffocating hotness and of course, Brendon's voice melts my brain every time. <3

So, really. I will now disappear. :)

To this day, they're sipping tea,
In the garden, under green umbrella trees.
While we dreamed the wildest dreams,
In the middle of summer. ♥

All was golden in the sky.

Death bears a lonely face
And seldom ever leaves a trace
Of what once used to be;
That of you and me.

Death, when it appears,
Brings sorrow, pain and tears.
You know they cannot stay
But must forever pass away.

Death, can kindness bring,
Wherin every living thing
At last will find surcease.
And, by this gift, find peace.

So, carve a marker, bind a cross,
On my poor form let earth be tossed.
Then pray a word and say it well,
Lest this proud soul should enter Hell.

For when I go I'll cease to be
What once was a live and living me.
And in the earth my form shall rest,
Reposing in my land-locked nest.

My soul set free, at last may find,
That death is really very kind
And not the tyrant cruel to me,
That all thought him supposed to be.

So carve a marker. Bind a cross.
Enter the Land where Death is boss.
And as you slowly lower me,
Mark well the spot where my soul went free.

---

That, you guys, is an example of a dramatic poem by Nina Fulford. I'm not really a dramatic person, but I can talk dramatic sometimes. Like today. Or now. It's Father's day today, right? These days, I'm not really excited about these holidays anymore. And I guess I can be dramatic enough to tell you why.

LOVE. That's a big word for me to use, because I'm only like, 14? Though I act like I'm 6, but meh, that's another story. So ... My parents. They don't have that anymore. I mean, they're not separated, they're just together for the sake of me and my sister. And I'm not really that dumb to not know it. Like I said, I'm 14; I know things. So, the thing is, it's now just a matter of acceptance. It's hard, and there's nothing I can do about it, and that sucks. It hurts, especially when cliche times occur, like when you're in the mall and you see one whole family eating and you know they're different than yours because they all share one thing your family doesn't. And even only at school, when they ask me where my mother is, I'll say, she's working abroad, in Doha. So they'll ask where my dad is, and then I'll say he's with me, sometimes not. And then they'll ask if my parents are separated, and then I'll answer them with a No. Which leads to further more questions, which in turn leads to a mental slap in the face. I mean, it hurts, you know? When your parents are already away from each other, and yet there's still something that keeps them further apart. It may not suck to them, but to me, it does. It hurts to know that it's just for me and my sister's sake. My parents aren't really the type that aren't in good terms with each other, or the kind that yells at each other each time they get a chance, they actually talk. I mean, when my mom's online, they talk. But that's the harder part. They talk like they're just friends, like they never have had feelings for each other, but that's just from my own point of view, okay. That hurts me, though. Hearing them talk like that and all. I must admit now that I envy some of the people around me sometimes, just because they seem to have parents like that. They seem to have a family. You know, that always-together type of family. They have parents who say, I love you to each other and mean it.

But that doesn't really mean I despise my parents. I love them, of course. My mom works her head off abroad, and my dad does his best to do his part here. So basically, they fill their roles as parents -- mother and father. But as husband and wife? I don't think so.

But, like I said, it's all a matter of acceptance now. And I think I'm doing good at it.

So that's kind of why I'm not excited for these types of holidays. Other kids, their dads would give their moms a boquet of flowers on Mother's Day, exchange cheesy lines that lead to I love you. And moms, they'd give the dads a belt or something that 'he'd get to use everyday so he won't forget about me' on Father's Day, and reminisce about all the cliche times that happened before their relationship led to something deeper. I want to say my parents don't like traditions, but I don't want to lie.

But, oh yeah, that's another but over there. BUT, even if they don't have that certainty anymore, they still have it for us. And that's awesome. Overall, my parents still rock. And I love them, 'cause they both took part in making me, although I'm 50% made of crack. Kidding. I love them. And you'll love them, too.

That's it for tonight. I told you, I can be dramatic too.

When I said I'm not excited about these types of holidays, I meant for myself. I'm excited for other kids, too. So Happy Dad's Day, to every daddy out there.

And to this one hell of a dad, who's hotter for his own good:

Happy Dad's Day, Sir Wentz. ♥

He's also got one heaven-sent kid, who looks like the gods have taken time molding. Take one look at Bronx Mowgli Wentz:

See? I have to go sleep now, it's uhm. 11:13. Good night, everyone. I think that's enough rambling for one night.

Cut it loose.

Retrospect

We were kids having the time of our lives,
Spinning in circles, dancing with the fireflies
It was a beautiful night, sitting by the lake,
You smiled so big; I thought your face would break.

Do you remember the time we hid in the treetops?

I found it hard to climb, you were such a show-off.
You held my hand so I won’t fall,
We watched the stars together; didn’t hear your mom call.

We found a spot in the park – two rusty old swings,
You never took a seat, though: you made me fly without wings.
You pushed me ‘higher, higher!’ and made me touch the sky,
When I came home late, I always had a reason why.

It was that masquerade Prom night,

After dancing to that beat,
You walked me to the balcony,
Said I swept you right off your feet.

I didn’t mind you hugged me tight,

On the cheek, you kissed me light.

I laughed at how you bent down;

Made a gawky joke about your height.

You smiled and said, “I love you,

I no longer want to pretend.”

Taken aback, I replied, “Sorry,

But we can only be just friends.”

You ran and left; I was scared,

I didn’t know what to do.

I didn’t know you were falling,

I’m sorry I didn’t catch you.

The only remnant left of our doted friendship,

Is a photograph of me and you on that pretend pirate skiff.

I promised to keep it, remember?

I promised to keep it forever.

The night your mom called me late

Sent me gauntly rushing to the hospital gates.

And do you remember?

Hell, it hurts to remember,

How you hugged me on your deathbed,

Hardly breathed, “Bestfriends?”

I barely whispered back, “Forever.”

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Yeah, I just felt like posting something. Haha. I am so enjoying my Blogger account, just so you know. It's pretty obvious, is it not? And I like the thought of time passing by ... and then one boring day you'd browse through the stuff you once posted and then silently smirk at yourself for thinking of how smart you felt the time you typed up that post, and then scold yourself some for doing/committing that typo or that stupid grammatical error. And then you'd realize you weren't really that smart back then, but you'll smile and realize that you grew up and learned, too. It's a nice thought, don't you think? Pretty cliche, but still. ;)

Anyway. Soon, I think I'm going to buy a Globe sim. A lot of people seem to use it, although I think I'm going to stick to Sun most of the time. I just wish I have an extra phone, though. But I don't regret giving my previous phone. I mean, I gave it away, right?

That's one thing I like about myself. Okay, not much to be a self-whore, but really. I never regret anything, that's a principle I like to keep to myself. I make one decision, I stick to it, I stand up for what I think is right. Again, what I think is right. It may be wrong to you, but it sure as hell may seem right to me. If I decide on one thing, I may or may not think twice about it, but once the words come out of my mouth and I make it official, then it is what it is. Whatever the outcome, I will be responsible for it and not you, so I don't give a damn if you go around rubbing it to my face, because I'm actually sane enough to know which actions I am responsible for, thankyouverymuch. It may turn out badly, or just not the way it's supposed to, I said it, what's done is done, so fine, blame me for the heck of it. I actually believe that everything that happens in my life are things that I want to happen. Yes, even if I just sit around and stare at my laptop for twelve to fourteen hours, I want that.

Yes, I'm a lazy, couch-potato, I may have a lousy personality, but I have dreams, too, it's just not obvious. Talk to me, and you'll probably wish you never did. I'm a jabberjaw, a talking machine, a person who laughs too loud for her own good, may probably comment on everything you talk about, but that's just because I spend time on the Internet more than I should.

Oh, I fail. You may think I'm a complete crackpot now. Somehow I am, but somehow, I'm not. I'll make you laugh 'til you break, that's one thing.

Okay, enough now. Finished some homework today, yezzz.

I really want mashed potatoes now. Anybody who would give me, I will love you foreverrr.

Before I go, I give you this:

I like this photo so much, it's not even funny. It pretty much defines Ryan. Just check out his Bio in Twitter, and see what the man says about himself in two words. ;)

Okay, I'm done now, really. I'm sorry, I always do this when I post. I just type straight-out and barely go back to delete something I already typed up or edit something I said, so basically what you read are the things that come up to mind first. So excuse some typos and errors on the side.

Adios.

Candycoated daggers.

I already posted this photo on Tumblr, but who cares? I just can't not post it. They should be arrested, for illegal possession of too much hotness. Ha. I fail at giving titles.

I'm still typing up the sixth chapter of TPF, I wish I'll finish it tomorrow, so I could send it to my lovely beta, Shannon.

Oh jeez, don't procrastinate, self. Please.

Anyway, I really have to say this somewhere:

I LOVE LADY GAGA.

She has stunning vocals, great sound and music, she's unique and anybody who would say she doesn't look gorgeous must either be a miracle or blind, because come on, she's smokin'.

Photo by: thejetsetter

I think that's all I got. For now. ;)

Roses have thorns, they say.

Oh hi. I made a Blogger account, finally! Haha.

I made no achievements in my homeworks today, really. I just took out my things and stared at them for a long period of time. But I promise. I really promise, I'll do them tomorrow.

I'm going to say, like. One thing tonight(or the second, third, I don't know, kay). I kind of hate it when people ... I don't know. Try hard so much? Up to the point that they make a fool of themselves. Okay, I'm not somebody, my opinions may not matter to you. But at least, ugh. I am so not good at putting my thoughts into words. It's just that, sometimes, you know? When people post updates or blogs or whatever, you just know it, when they try to be something they're not. And that sucks, you know. You should be who you are. Sure, aim higher, but keep in mind there are, in fact, sometimes limitations. And you may think that it fits you right, does you right, but the truth is, it doesn't. Be the real you. Or even just, post the real you. And of course, don't forget grammar. It's a big factor. Even with urban lingo or slang. I make mistakes. But I acknowledge them. Please, do. Don't think/act like everything you do is right. Everybody commits mistakes, let's face it.

So okay. Enough of that.

Hey, anybody who's kind and would wake me up at 2AM for my medicine, I will love you eternally. :)