not literally. im now in a state of regretting the action for not doing it. they did not entirely own the big fat fault; just the bits. hah! i think they just screwed up my life for me. but no, i'll try to own the mischief. it wont happen anyway if i wasnt too much of a lousy chicken.
you want the story? here goes the boom boom.
wait. breathe in, breathe out.
ugh, bloggy! this is sooo not helping! y'know i wanna tell you everything but its difficult for me right now; i cant even comprehend what's happening inside my brain! my damn emotions are still jammed up! i dont know. i dont know. i dont know!
one deep breath.
okay, i was happily having a great day with those three eggheads (lol jk, i love them and i am friends with them; its just that i kinda view the name given as an appropriate description for them right now) until we decided to ambush somebody and tell that someone something and tadddda! my night was in complete doom.
the summary above isnt even a summery okay? im just trying to drink in the events that happened in this almost-perfect evening. You wanna ask me what i did? hmm. I MADE A COMPLETE FOOL OF MYSELF and everything went TUUUUUUGSH!
i hope you're satisfied with that already cause right now i wanna clear my mind up, enjoy the midnight, and read some fanfictions, maybe. i dont wanna talk about this anymore.
-geianne
29 March 2011
27 March 2011
failed attempt in scrapbooking
you see, this afternoon i decided to break my daily routine (which is having my social time Aceyy). so i went to work with my scrapbook. i thought about a lot of strategies and designs and now i came up dismayed with what ive done. i kept on planning but i could never put it the way i wanted it to be.
so now im thinking of ripping off the first page. (which i have spent hours with)
btw, im up for a big mission tomorrow. not with my scrapbook. but with something. i'll tell you about it soon
-geianne
so now im thinking of ripping off the first page. (which i have spent hours with)
btw, im up for a big mission tomorrow. not with my scrapbook. but with something. i'll tell you about it soon
-geianne
26 March 2011
the boy with the bread
Percy, Jace, and Patch.. accept my sincerest apology; i think im spending the weekend with Peeta.
who is he, by the way? right. do some researching. i have three clues for you:
1. hunger games
2. catching fire
3. mockingjay
P.S. dont you ever grow fond of him, or else i'll do worse than drag you inside the arena and strangle you there. worse i tell you.
who is he, by the way? right. do some researching. i have three clues for you:
1. hunger games
2. catching fire
3. mockingjay
P.S. dont you ever grow fond of him, or else i'll do worse than drag you inside the arena and strangle you there. worse i tell you.
class proph teaser
“What?! Caraga Regional Science High School is shutting down?”
The whole remark was heard all over Toluca Lake as Marjorie squeaked. Not that she had not squeaked ever. In fact, her squeaking is considered as her usual reaction whenever things go disastrous, but this was an understatement because that squeak was probably the squeakiest among all the octaves her vocals could ever produce. The LA Times journalist threw the remote control at her flat screen as she rushed on the phone and dialed a number.
“OMG Yan, have you heard?” Marjorie whole-heartedly spoke.
“With two ears, how could I not? The problem is I specifically don’t know what topic you’re discussing with me Marj” On the other line, Geianne’s voice was dripping with fluent sarcasm as she was having her happy afternoon nap. Yes, how sensitive of her to be all moody, but you can’t blame her though. Her week was loaded. She just came from Paris checking her own food hub after the scheduled business lessons in Harvard.
“Right. A news from CNN came up and said that this rich business tycoon is buying CRSHS lot to replace it with a stinking mall,” she went on gushing.
Yes, you heard that right. In a span of just five years, Surigao became one of the most highly industrialized cities in the whole world ever since it had been featured to the Forbes magazine by editor in chief Bon Ann Perocho. Later on, billionaires over the globe had invested on to the peaceful land. If Geianne wasn’t wrong, this so called “mall” to replace her Alma Matter would be the 105th. But then, she realized counting is technically part of math so definitely, she could go wrong.
“Well I haven’t heard that just till now. Im supposed to be in Mars.” Geianne replied.
“Yea, yea, the lessons, Paris, the food, and the third installment of your novel. Where’s your partner by the way?” Marjorie asked.
“Una’s somewhere in Hawaii having her so called vacation when she organized the first part. She’s going back to London this weekend after Louis Vuitton would process her creation. So who’s the wicked stag?” Geianne’s cold mood crept off.
“Hmm, no idea. But im thinking to press the issue so we could push his face on television and pull off his plan. But I need your help guys and we’ll need pen to tackle him.” Marj confessed.
“Puhleaaase! Marj, you’re pulling out this Percy Jackson stunt again! It’s been years and your still up for his sword-turning pen. Maybe you could discuss those stuffs to Mia.” Geianne pointed out.
“Silly mutt. I mean we could write about the issue, publish it and whatever. And maybe he, she, or whoever it is might back off. I cant take the person that easy, s/he’s rumored to be a zillionaire hun. You can start by calling Bonzkie. I lost her new number when I was interviewing some natives in Africa.”
“Oh no, you cant disturb her honeymoon. She’ll snap.” Actually, Geianne spoke the wrong word. Snap, no. Would start World War III, yes. You see, Bonzkie already made them promise that interruption would be invalid during her week-long rest from all the work with her new husband, Francisco Lachowski whom she’ve met two years ago in one of her collaborative fashion events with Una.
“Yan, just put her on the third line, pretty please?” Marj pleaded.
There goes the click. And then…
“Didn’t I tell you to please, guys, just please, even a week, leave me alone!” There goes Bon Ann’s booming warning.
“Told ya, Marj,” Geianne interjected.
“Whatever. Just listen Bon, okay?” Marj started.
The two then narrated what happened and told Bon Ann their plans. Turns out Bonzkie’s in a rush to save the place too. She is now in a blast to go back to New York and even shouted “Pack up Lachowski!” in the background during their talk.
“Where’s Una by the way?” Bon Ann half-mindedly asks while she was still overwhelmed by the earth-shattering news.
“Hawaii. Long story. I’ve tried to contact her for the fourth line but she’s not picking up.” Geianne informed.
“Im sending her an SMS right away. Listen girls, I’m still gonna fix my luggage so see you at Marj’s on Saturday, alright!” Bon Ann laid the topic on a break and so did the two.
-------
Saturday at Marj’s
“I can’t believe their demolishing our school! Tell me the human being behind this isn’t in his sanity!” Una puts on a high voice and a smug face. She could not believe her meeting in London was cancelled just because her gals told her something that caused her situation to even get worse. Not to mention, she even missed her chance to meet this hot wrestler she’s supposed to see yesterday night to rush on the airport instead. Triple the madness.
“Me either. This could not possibly be. I mean… ugh!” Geianne lost her words.
“Guys, chill. I already wrote an article about it and you three must support it and write some reviews. It’ll surely catch people’s attention soon.” Marjorie reassured. The bigger the spark, the more possibility of starting a fire.
“Now let’s focus, the more the reviews, the more the attention. Let’s spread the word to our batchmates then. Im sure they have already heard the mayhem. The problem is, we don’t have much time and contacts to inform everybody, I wish we could have a somewhat kind of device to track people easily.” Bon Ann added.
Minutes later while the girls were trying to think on what their friend just said, an idea came up into their minds unanimously. Not an idea, but a person with an idea. Arcy.
The whole remark was heard all over Toluca Lake as Marjorie squeaked. Not that she had not squeaked ever. In fact, her squeaking is considered as her usual reaction whenever things go disastrous, but this was an understatement because that squeak was probably the squeakiest among all the octaves her vocals could ever produce. The LA Times journalist threw the remote control at her flat screen as she rushed on the phone and dialed a number.
“OMG Yan, have you heard?” Marjorie whole-heartedly spoke.
“With two ears, how could I not? The problem is I specifically don’t know what topic you’re discussing with me Marj” On the other line, Geianne’s voice was dripping with fluent sarcasm as she was having her happy afternoon nap. Yes, how sensitive of her to be all moody, but you can’t blame her though. Her week was loaded. She just came from Paris checking her own food hub after the scheduled business lessons in Harvard.
“Right. A news from CNN came up and said that this rich business tycoon is buying CRSHS lot to replace it with a stinking mall,” she went on gushing.
Yes, you heard that right. In a span of just five years, Surigao became one of the most highly industrialized cities in the whole world ever since it had been featured to the Forbes magazine by editor in chief Bon Ann Perocho. Later on, billionaires over the globe had invested on to the peaceful land. If Geianne wasn’t wrong, this so called “mall” to replace her Alma Matter would be the 105th. But then, she realized counting is technically part of math so definitely, she could go wrong.
“Well I haven’t heard that just till now. Im supposed to be in Mars.” Geianne replied.
“Yea, yea, the lessons, Paris, the food, and the third installment of your novel. Where’s your partner by the way?” Marjorie asked.
“Una’s somewhere in Hawaii having her so called vacation when she organized the first part. She’s going back to London this weekend after Louis Vuitton would process her creation. So who’s the wicked stag?” Geianne’s cold mood crept off.
“Hmm, no idea. But im thinking to press the issue so we could push his face on television and pull off his plan. But I need your help guys and we’ll need pen to tackle him.” Marj confessed.
“Puhleaaase! Marj, you’re pulling out this Percy Jackson stunt again! It’s been years and your still up for his sword-turning pen. Maybe you could discuss those stuffs to Mia.” Geianne pointed out.
“Silly mutt. I mean we could write about the issue, publish it and whatever. And maybe he, she, or whoever it is might back off. I cant take the person that easy, s/he’s rumored to be a zillionaire hun. You can start by calling Bonzkie. I lost her new number when I was interviewing some natives in Africa.”
“Oh no, you cant disturb her honeymoon. She’ll snap.” Actually, Geianne spoke the wrong word. Snap, no. Would start World War III, yes. You see, Bonzkie already made them promise that interruption would be invalid during her week-long rest from all the work with her new husband, Francisco Lachowski whom she’ve met two years ago in one of her collaborative fashion events with Una.
“Yan, just put her on the third line, pretty please?” Marj pleaded.
There goes the click. And then…
“Didn’t I tell you to please, guys, just please, even a week, leave me alone!” There goes Bon Ann’s booming warning.
“Told ya, Marj,” Geianne interjected.
“Whatever. Just listen Bon, okay?” Marj started.
The two then narrated what happened and told Bon Ann their plans. Turns out Bonzkie’s in a rush to save the place too. She is now in a blast to go back to New York and even shouted “Pack up Lachowski!” in the background during their talk.
“Where’s Una by the way?” Bon Ann half-mindedly asks while she was still overwhelmed by the earth-shattering news.
“Hawaii. Long story. I’ve tried to contact her for the fourth line but she’s not picking up.” Geianne informed.
“Im sending her an SMS right away. Listen girls, I’m still gonna fix my luggage so see you at Marj’s on Saturday, alright!” Bon Ann laid the topic on a break and so did the two.
-------
Saturday at Marj’s
“I can’t believe their demolishing our school! Tell me the human being behind this isn’t in his sanity!” Una puts on a high voice and a smug face. She could not believe her meeting in London was cancelled just because her gals told her something that caused her situation to even get worse. Not to mention, she even missed her chance to meet this hot wrestler she’s supposed to see yesterday night to rush on the airport instead. Triple the madness.
“Me either. This could not possibly be. I mean… ugh!” Geianne lost her words.
“Guys, chill. I already wrote an article about it and you three must support it and write some reviews. It’ll surely catch people’s attention soon.” Marjorie reassured. The bigger the spark, the more possibility of starting a fire.
“Now let’s focus, the more the reviews, the more the attention. Let’s spread the word to our batchmates then. Im sure they have already heard the mayhem. The problem is, we don’t have much time and contacts to inform everybody, I wish we could have a somewhat kind of device to track people easily.” Bon Ann added.
Minutes later while the girls were trying to think on what their friend just said, an idea came up into their minds unanimously. Not an idea, but a person with an idea. Arcy.
pretty much
It’s been almost two weeks since I’ve posted something here, bloggy. And I kinda admit I wasn’t that stable since you keep bugging me in the back of my mind every single time there’s something memorable occurring. Of course. Everything is indeed memorable. And well, I just wanna record every single details of it since I’m looking into the fact that my high school days can be now counted within all my fingers both from hands and toes. No im still not comfortable discussing about the collective parting since I might not help myself from bursting into tears; you know how dramatic I could get. But know what, let’s give it a shot and let’s talk about this and maybe it’ll bring resistance in my system. You know maybe I can get immune and possibly have less tears in my pillows during the wee hours and on the awaited graduation day.
I must admit that I’ve been wishing, in the deepest of my thoughts, that graduation day wouldn’t happen. That somehow, growing old in school with no diploma and even without job could make me strive enough though essential needs of food and money is exceptional to the situation. What I mean is, it’s just that I don’t want my giddy childish days to end. As simple and irrelevant and illogical as that. But hey, who doesn’t want to earn green bills and own a mansion? A couple of Ferrari at hand? Or a tour in Paris? Ostentatious and tempting, but no. 45% of me would only go for it, the other 55% is left in the school canteen with a few coins in my pocket, sharing junkies with my friends who are joining my laughter. Nothing can ever be traded to that. Well yeah, sometimes we take our companions for granted but living apart them could never be as imaginable ever. Psh. Maybe someday I’ll laugh at this thinking “My ass, you over sensitive whore!” but really, it’s who I am and what I feel at the moment. The future me may never understand that but atleast I know she’d try to comprehend. Anyway, let’s just save the salty crystals for April 8 and cut this bullshit.
Let’s talk about what ive been through for two weeks. Well since classes are totally over (though that, and my laziness, never stopped me from going to school) my former adviser got me as one of the journalists to cover the weeklong sports fest our province hosted. Yep, Playing Press for 3 days (ditched the last two) has been well, what do you think? I have to run down the hospital to see injured athletes, got to watch the opening program for like 1pm-8pm with a rain or shine condition just to have a banner story for the first issue. And lets not forget the instruction-filled teachers. So yea, before irritation could ruin my write-ups, ive let myself missed a day and two just to stroll around the city with nothing but my feet to lead me where im going. And okeyy some dudes. And some smoothies and coffees.
A lot of had happened, all the emotions i have are weaved together which have probably lead me to write this.
And oh, the recollection last Tuesday. It was probably one of my most blessed days. I sat with some friends, listened to the priest, told some stories, and reflected some of my acts. The most fun part was when I wrote Him, my Best friend, a letter. No im not gonna reveal the content here so, im sorry bloggy. And there was this part where you should tell a few people whether you like or dislike them then you have to apologize but then I’ve almost told everybody the same stuffs like “Im sorry, Thank you and I Like You” jumbled altogether. But the person I like and I kinda not? Well, not really. Im up for some set-ups upon how to talk to them. Y’know I know it would feel reeeeaaaally good I would spill them everything. Just wait and I’ll tell you everything afterwards.. till next time bloggy!
-geianne
I must admit that I’ve been wishing, in the deepest of my thoughts, that graduation day wouldn’t happen. That somehow, growing old in school with no diploma and even without job could make me strive enough though essential needs of food and money is exceptional to the situation. What I mean is, it’s just that I don’t want my giddy childish days to end. As simple and irrelevant and illogical as that. But hey, who doesn’t want to earn green bills and own a mansion? A couple of Ferrari at hand? Or a tour in Paris? Ostentatious and tempting, but no. 45% of me would only go for it, the other 55% is left in the school canteen with a few coins in my pocket, sharing junkies with my friends who are joining my laughter. Nothing can ever be traded to that. Well yeah, sometimes we take our companions for granted but living apart them could never be as imaginable ever. Psh. Maybe someday I’ll laugh at this thinking “My ass, you over sensitive whore!” but really, it’s who I am and what I feel at the moment. The future me may never understand that but atleast I know she’d try to comprehend. Anyway, let’s just save the salty crystals for April 8 and cut this bullshit.
Let’s talk about what ive been through for two weeks. Well since classes are totally over (though that, and my laziness, never stopped me from going to school) my former adviser got me as one of the journalists to cover the weeklong sports fest our province hosted. Yep, Playing Press for 3 days (ditched the last two) has been well, what do you think? I have to run down the hospital to see injured athletes, got to watch the opening program for like 1pm-8pm with a rain or shine condition just to have a banner story for the first issue. And lets not forget the instruction-filled teachers. So yea, before irritation could ruin my write-ups, ive let myself missed a day and two just to stroll around the city with nothing but my feet to lead me where im going. And okeyy some dudes. And some smoothies and coffees.
A lot of had happened, all the emotions i have are weaved together which have probably lead me to write this.
And oh, the recollection last Tuesday. It was probably one of my most blessed days. I sat with some friends, listened to the priest, told some stories, and reflected some of my acts. The most fun part was when I wrote Him, my Best friend, a letter. No im not gonna reveal the content here so, im sorry bloggy. And there was this part where you should tell a few people whether you like or dislike them then you have to apologize but then I’ve almost told everybody the same stuffs like “Im sorry, Thank you and I Like You” jumbled altogether. But the person I like and I kinda not? Well, not really. Im up for some set-ups upon how to talk to them. Y’know I know it would feel reeeeaaaally good I would spill them everything. Just wait and I’ll tell you everything afterwards.. till next time bloggy!
-geianne
12 March 2011
exam and Japan
so, the last exam of my high school life was finally taken last friday (3/11/11). it kinda went va-vooom asdfsdfsdaaf. yes, i dont wanna know the outcome; i hope i wont know the outcome. in fact, the outcome doesnt matter at all, well that's for me, but idk with my mom though. oh whatever, the whole thing, as i've said, doesnt matter, in fact if i have to do the test all over again (imagine the agony) just to have more of my high school days, i would. seriously.
but for now, let's cut the drama, and cherish the days cause it feels like im just being too shallow compared to those victimes who had been included in the recent calamity in Japan. now pray for them. may God guide us through the way..
but for now, let's cut the drama, and cherish the days cause it feels like im just being too shallow compared to those victimes who had been included in the recent calamity in Japan. now pray for them. may God guide us through the way..
