You belong with me--not her. (in pictures)

What if you have a hot neighbor who tells you this:

What would you do?

If you ask me the same question,
I'll probably be so tensed I wouldn't know how to react.

Maybe I'll pretend I didn't see him, too.

BUT if I really had to answer, I'll probably write something stupid like:

Lol. Lol. Lol.
The idea just makes me laugh. Ahihi.

Photocredits to: Ms Belay Jhocson for Lucas Till's pic

You belong with me--not her.

Okay, so maybe my Korean addiction is over now. I'm moving onto country music. Hihi.

I was browsing random Youtube videos when I saw this Taylor Swift parody of her song, "You belong with me." I've seen the thumbnail for the video a couple of times before, but something urged me to click on it today.

The girl in the parody looks really freaky with her sharp set of teeth. It's funny 'cause I've always thought that there's something quite different with Taylor's teeth. I don't say she's ugly-- she's actually very pretty--there's just something unlikely about her teeth. Haha! I just don't quite know what's wrong, but I'm sure there's something really wrong about her teeth.

The parody was not very entertaining, but it featured an Asian boy so I was thinking that maybe the original video has one on it, too. So I searched for the real MV and found out that apparently, the parody is not in line with the real one.

And guess what happened next. Haha. I've been watching the video for almost a hundred times as of this time.

The idea for the video is kinda typical, but it's so sweet with the sketchpad and all. And yeah, I sort of have this connection with the song's lyrics! HAHA. So kakakilig. Hihi.

And yeah, before I forget, Lucas Till makes me smile everytime I play the MV. Gosh. He got a smile that could light up this whole town.

xo xai

Standing by, waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know?
Baby, you belong with me
You belong with me

A daughter's heartbreak

Tonight, I saw my mom silently crying.

Having such an avoiding personality, situations like this were really difficult for me. I don't know the right words to say, or even the right gesture to make. I don't know how to comfort people, I don't know anything about making all the sadness and frustration disappear. I'm just always a distant, speechless, useless being.

I can still remember when my mom had her first seizure attack a few months ago. It was nearly dawn and there's something in me that's keeping me from having a deep sleep. I was for sure asleep, but in some ways, I was convinced that my mind was left functioning. It all appeared too dreamy for me. My head was up in the clouds, and yet, my senses were so keen.

For some strange reason, the door to my bedroom was half-opened. I can't remember if my eyes were open, but I'm certain that I saw my mother falling down, almost hitting her head at the edge of our kitchen sink. I've no idea how I got beside her in just a matter of seconds, but I was just standing there--not knowing what to do or what to say.

I didn't even touch her, or called for her name. I thought to myself alone, that my mom was dying. My heart was all twisted and yet I can't get my body to come and save her. Or even held her in my embrace.

I called on my father and he immediately rose from bed. He was also crying so hard that it made me think even more that my mother was gone. He instructed me to get some help from our neighbors and I ran all the way out.

Run. That's the best I could do--run away from things just to avoid pain and suffering, run away because I can't help myself and have to get others to fix my own problems.

And that's what I'm doing now. I'm still running away. Running away by writing all of these because I don't have the courage to say it out loud.

Tonight, I saw my mom silently crying. And I don't know the right words to cheer her up. I don't know how to make things better. I wish I could tell her I'd trade anything in the world just to make her hurting stop. I really wish I could.

Sobrang cheesy talaga!

Tonight is the first time that I ever played "bulungan." Lol. And I realized one thing: I'm really slow on picking up things. Hihi.

Other than the seemingly Jurassic years of Nikkos (right spelling?), Moubee, and sige na nga, Anjo's explanation on the games' rules, everything was pretty much fun. I guess I haven't had a good laugh for a very, very long time. This made me realize one more thing: I miss hanging out with my friends so bad.

Hihi. I felt so maalat with all the sobrang-cheesy-talaga lines that we traded for almost half an hour (I'm just making up the time, wasn't really keeping track of it, hihi). But I'm so happy I didn't go home early tonight. And yeah, I'm also glad that I spent my last remaining hundred peso bill for a rocky road frappe.

xo xai

AM I THAT EASY TO READ?

Xai: Meron na kaming headdress for the fashion show. Di ba apat kami nina Yna? Ang gagawin namin, yung four seasons. Hulaan mo kung winter, spring, summer, o fall ako.
Faye: Winter?
Xai: Ang galing! Pano mo nalaman?
Faye: Cold ka kasi.

Lol. Am I heartless?

Dear Miss Erika Javier, happy birthday. I hope you'll read this. ;)

Simula ngayon, hindi na ako magnanakaw

...ng tingin mula sa'yo.

Ahihi. Ang corny ko. Pero totoo. Promise.





Hihingi na ako ng permiso mo. LOL.








Tinatamad na akong mag-multiply. Sabi sakin ni Bianca, magtumblr nalang daw ako. Mukha nga yong interesting. Pwedeng mag-blog secretly. Kahit ano pwede kong sabihin, without exposing my identity.

Nakakatuwa.

Kaso, napamahal na sa akin ang multiply. Kaso, wala na akong mga kaibigan dito (sobs). Kakaunti nalang. Nabibilang nalang sa kamay.

Ano bang nangyari sa multiply? Bakit ka ba nagkaganito, multiply? I have so much belief in you and yet, you failed me. YOU FAILED ME!




How can I go on hating you when I loved you way too much? Please go back to the way you were and perhaps we can regain what we've lost. You don't have to look better, I liked you the way you were. Can you remember those days, huh? You were so simple then.

Perhaps, in a few days, I'll turn to blogspot or xanga or livejournal and get zero readership. Honestly, there in no one else like you, Multiply. So I'm giving you another chance. Regain your dignity and come to life! Salvage yourself from death, because I've no power to save you. I'm just a silent whisper on a busy street.

Save yourself, please.


xo xai

I can see clearly now. DO NOT BELIEVE everything your professor tells you. HAHAHA.

Ang butas butas na maong

"The media has influenced us so much, it affects our daily lives," said my professor. "Look at what you're wearing now. Pwede namang nakaplain-tshirt lang at butas butas na maong."

Incidentally, that's exactly what I was wearing today in our lecture class.

Hihi. Funny.

The intricacies that hold the world together

Warning: This is pretty boring, so read at your own risk. ;)


I don't have classes every Monday but I am forced to go to school today to watch a documentary on Helvetica (technically, it's 12:01 AM, so yesterday is more correct.)

No, Helvetica isn't a heroine in the Renaissance period, or a faraway town in Greece. But, it made a lot of contributions to the world. In fact, it started the war in Vietnam and it changed different viewpoints of artists from all over the globe. It contains a lot of meanings and interpretations. Some even considered it as a solution to an on-going world problem.

Just so you know, Helvetica is a type.

Type as in typeface. As in font face. As in letters. Yeah, these actual letters you see on screen.

I can't imagine these little types could actually mean so much. I didn't even know that type designers exist! (Did you?)

According to the modernists, Helvetica is the best font there is. They love Helvetica so much that they're almost praising the type.

LOL. I can't stand it anymore! Actually I don't remember anything already. So scratch what I said at the beginning, I can't discuss Helvetica any further!

What I really wanted to say is, even the simplest disregarded thing on earth has a big role that not everyone gives due importance to.

Look closer. You might miss out on your own kind of Helvetica. ;)





xo xai