i'm your bad habit

him:how about a kiss? hahahahaha
her:I don't even know you! hahahahaha
Familiar? Hahaha ;)

*****
Aww. You're in love. That's cute. Real cute. P.S. I'm STILL stalking your ex.
*****

Ilikeyouagain,friends?

*****

Mica, remember this? (Nerd on right is me.)
I miiisss youuuu!

[credits: seastar08.multiply.com]

Boarding School

Boarding School by whoopee


See that new widget i added? yes! the one on the left!
Under the "My Brain's Made of Andy Warhol".
That's Polyvore,dears. :)
My new funnest game.
I'll be posting more sets soon.
This one's not my first but lots people liked this one.
(okay, three, but that's a great start for someone who just posted it on a group yaknow. :) )

off the bus

i need to be more specific with my goals. i kept saying how i want next year to be great. how i want to do all these things and shit, but i realized i really need to get off my bum and DO something. I can't remember the last time i went all out on something. i'll be the first to admit that i just manage to scrape enough effort to get a so-so in almost every task that i undertake. i feel like i'm cheating myself sometimes. there are things that im notso good at but i think they deserve a certain effort as well. last sem's 3 was really awful. i need to kick it in high gear this year.

1. GOD.-CHURCH. PRAY.

2.Family-take time to check in on them once in a while. text daddy(and not just to ask for allowance!), be nicer to my sister.

3.Friends-APPRECIATE. SAY THANK YOU.

4.Boyfriend-be nicer and remind him his girlfriend is crazy 'bout him.

5.Acads-do some actual studying! work your ass off. this first before anything else!


i'm healthy. my family's great and they support my every move. I'm in UP (studying in a course i love!), the best University in the country. My life, though it has it's downs has really been pretty much a treat. I have great friends who make up the best support group that a girl can have. Patrick is a wonderful guy with a wonderful family. I'M PRETTY GOSH-DARNED BLESSED! THANK YOU LORD. i guess when i complain of the crap i have to go through, i don't take time to look around and thank God for the little and important things He gave me. I guess 2009 ought to be payback time for all that He's done for me and for the people I love. I promise to make the best of next year. Gosh, I hope I pull this one off.

There's nothing wrong with being a good person.

I don't know why it's hard for me to be one. I want to be the type that goes around spreading love. Nobody really thought I could do that. So here are New Year's Resolutions.. Kind of.

1. Pray. Go to mass. Really go to mass.

2.Deliberate before doing anything or saying anything.

3.Stop making it up as I go along and take control.

4.carpe diem.

5.Study.

OMG.

I know right? I checked out his facebook and his "friend" (I'm totally getting busted for this!!) posted on his wall! (Awwww.. Soo cute.) I was shocked to the highest power that I freaked.. Okay. Enough. Giving myself away already!

*******

I like reading celebrity blogs. And a certain blog makes me wanna eat cake. Guess, guess. Anyway, I was following Lily Allen's blog on Myspace when I checked out Katy Perry's blog. She looks cuute! Really. Now I feel like I'm cheating on Lily Allen. Oh well. The screenshots look really tiny though.

*******

I've been feeling more of a loser lately. This isn't my fault? Maybe. I wanna wrap all of you up in re-used Christmas wrapper and ship you off to Easter Island.

Wait. The Bermuda Triangle. So you'd be lost forever.

******
P.S. I love it when you say *bleeep*. To me it sounds like "I love you." I pretend it does.

[Paddy, this isn't you. But you know this. And only you know this because Imma tell you when you wake up. Benefits of having your best friend and boyfriend all rolled into one.]

I forgot what your prom dress looked like.

I was rooting for you, you know. Just thought you should know that before you go around hurting people. Never did I say ANYTHING AGAINST YOU. And I would totally be there. You know that. You do. I wish you'd think about that. I don't even hate you right now. I'm just upset. Though hating you would be easier. But that doesn't make me any better than you, right?

ugh. you're fat.

I hate you ha. Dati diba cool ka? GO AWAY. BIG FAT LOOOOSSEEEERRRR!!!
I'm super hating on someone and it's bloody stupid.
Boy pa naman.
Matanda pa naman.

Chapter ka! Chapter!

[Note: There's TWO of them. Haha. And one of 'em I see in UP! (twice a week, first thing in the morning! Hahaha.. Gets??)]

*****

{This is my hate face. SOOO Pretty noh?}

[credits: My blockmate, ashtrudweh.]

lieusir.

You stopped being cool when I saw you were fat.

Not cute, aww fat, but FAT manager fat.

Ewie.

{I'm bitter. Be nice to me again and make me grin. Not smile, grin. Then maybe you'll be cute again.}




But for now...

I'm liking jocks.

The studs who have mucho money, sexy cars, and hot bodies.

Angel wings optional.

I loved you,kisses. :))

(insert evil laugh)

talking to myself

You need help, sexy.

(You like that word, "sexy") Hahaha!

Blow me sweet smoke ring kisses and beautiful dreamer tattoos.

Soon, princess. Soon.

Neurosis is SEXY.

it is. I make it so.

Pohsha dahling has been training me NOT to think so much.

We have not thinking excercises (ball or pen?)


Anyway.

I passed the Corps Level Interview.

Another one this Saturday.

Fingers crossed.

After that, it's all good, baby.

Patrick David

Tell me it's "pointless" one more time, and I'm kicking your huge Trekkie butt.


Love, Paige

79 and proud.

Number one:

I am currently taking Soc. Sci. 3. That's a Gender and Sexuality class. No regrets here. I actually like it. Today, we were asked by our teacher to write the first thing that came to out head whenever we hear the word sex. I wrote down "KIDS.". As an afterthought, I added "and Juno" to it. This is is really true, I mean, as soon as she said "Sex." I automatically had flashbacks of single-moms, crying children, and me with a huge belly. Then Juno. I don't know how the heck it ended up like that but pregnancy scares the shit out of me.

We had homework for that class too. We had to answer the Sexual Opinion Survey. This survey will give you a rough estimate on how erotophobic or erotophilic you are. The middle ground of the spectrum is 63 ( (erotophobic) 0 - 126(erotophilic) ). Take note though, being erotophilic does not mean in anyway that you are some sort of sex addict. It only means that you are more open to talk about sex. Being erotophobic does not imply that you run away, screaming whenever there are sexual things involved. It means that you are pretty reserved about the topic and that the topic of sex brings you anxiety of some sort. My score? 79. Fairly erotophilic.

I was surprised with my score. The first time, I got a score of 84. But after retaking the darned survey three times, I got 79 as my final score. The class, today, was asked to line up in order of the score. From highest to the lowest SOS score. We have a Safe Space Rule so I can't really tell you how my classmates fared. I can,however, reveal that I was pretty much among the top 15 people who got the highest scores in class. I guess I'm pretty open to it. I hope this doesn't mean anything bad in any way. I'm actually pretty proud of myself. You see, studies showed that erotophilic people tend to have higher chances of having unplanned pregnancies.

What? If they're erotophilic, how the heck do they end up having unplanned pregnancies? The study conducted did a test on several male college students. They were asked to answer the survey and as it turned out, the erotophobic men had a hard time buying condoms as compared to the erotophilic ones. The study also showed that erotophilic women were more likely to breast feed their children. This is because they do not feel discomfort in exposing themselves if the need arises.

Number two:

I've decided to let the RH Bill thing go. And I've decided at last on what side I am on.

And I'm for it. Period.

Why? Well. The RH Bill had it's good effects on me. After reading all about the bill, I was able to gain much information on family planning, teenage pregnancies, abortions and the like. I was made aware of the horrid consequences of irresponsible sex. Contrary to popular belief, reading about sexuality and being educated about it made me more vigilant in saving sex for marriage. I am aware of it's consequences and I do not think I'm ready for them. I'm not willing to have everything I have for me go down the drain. I don't like the thought of having an abortion. I know I have the choice on what to say yes or no to.





There you go. I know sex. I've read about it. And I know it's not something that should be taken irresponsibly or lightly. As human beings I know it's natural for us to have desires and whatnot. I'm not against that. Whatever others decide, it's up to them. But I know where I stand.

frosted glass is sexy.

RM.

He pushed me...

...into the boy's bathroom once.

And blocked the door.

[You see, we dress up for exams. *sigh.]

and more Karen because she's my dark alter-ego.

Karen: I know. Let's take pictures of us eating all this food and then show it to some homeless person.
Jack: Karen. You are such a female Jesus.


Karen: Grace that blouse hurts like a hangover.


Karen: You know what else is sad? Poor people who have dreams.
[pause]
Karen: Well that's not sad as much as it is extremely funny.

Karen: OK, rule number one. Unless you're served in a frosted glass, never come within four feet of my lips.


Grace: You said that money is no object.
Karen: Oh honey, that's just a saying, like 'Ooh. That sounds like fun.' or 'I love you'.

Karen: [to Jack] Oh, Honey. You're simple, you're shallow and you're a common whore. That's why we're soul mates.

Karen: She's gone to Mexico for face-lifts so many times, I'll bet if you whacked her head with a stick, prizes would fall out.

spin me fast, get me drunk.

then please kiss me.

I have so many things in my head that really, really, need sorting out. Really.
Take last night for example, I had this really weird dream where I happened to just end up kissing three guys.
Guys I would never really think of kissing.
But then again, I have a boyfriend.
Who I did NOT kiss in said dream.
Weird.
They were pretty bad kisses too.Yucky and awkward. Not sexy at all.
Maybe this is karma for kind-of cheating on Paddy in my dreams.
Yucky kisses with the strangest of people.

Oh. And somebody sorta cheated on me too. This is for you, you motherchucker.
[If I see you there with another girl again and you ignore me, I will stab you with my plastic fork and dump Carbonara and tasty chicken all over your dead body.]

I took the Polaroid down in my room
I'm pretty sure you have a new girlfriend
it's not as if I don't like you
it just makes me sad whenever I see it
cuz I like to be gone most of the time
and you like to be home most of the time
if I stay in one place I lose my mind
I'm a pretty impossible lady to be with.

Kimya Dawson has the best lyrics.

I love Karen Walker too...

"I'm not good or real... I'm evil, and imaginary. "

"Oh honey, I have a fake laugh with your name written all over it. "

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat cleaned up, showered, exfoliated, powdered, lipsticked, Gucci'd and dragged in. "

" [storming angrily out of the Principal's Office] You dragged me down to this God-forsaken place to tell me my kids made the Honor Roll? Honey, my time is precious, call me when one of them gives birth at the prom! "

[credits: blackfia.multiply.com for the pic.]

For Roberto: My Homie and forever real political sparring partner

Roberto is the main reason why I do the things I do and read the things I read.. He likes the RH Bill just as much as I did/do (whatever I don't know anymore) and he was soo rooting for Obama too. When he found out I signed the ANTI-RH Bill petition, he laughed at me and shook his head. He didn't object when I called myself a hypocrite, because technically, I am. I think I should stick to clothes and not meddle in things bigger than me anymore because I really can't formulate any opinions of my own. I get easily influenced by people I admire. I suck up that way. Haha... Now I have it in my head that I am pretty guilty of blind idolatry when it came to the McCain-Obama thing. And that maybe I am stupid and mindless. [Note: Ting, I'm not saying you are too. I bet you have good reasons for rooting for Obama, but I don't think I do.]

Oh well.

Shit.

Elections are done.

And I was totally the Obama girl.

And I DO HAVE A LIFE THANKYOUVERYMUCH.

Go to hell Obama.

I hate you now. [This is sooo your fault. I'm now racist because of you!]


The video that made me realize how useless I was.

Ting: I posted this one because you have a good sense of humor (very much like mine actually...) and this video made me laugh, like, really hard. So I bet you'd like it too.
[Credits: Dominique]


Obama Win Causes Obsessive Supporters To Realize How Empty Their Lives Are

Aaaaannndd here are Obama girl videos. She's really funny and pretty hot. So I really think you'll like her too.

This one's my favorite of them all. "I've got a crush on Obama" MUST WATCH. Hahaha.. [Ew.Ew.Ew.] Sing-a-long: "So black and sexy, you’re so fine ‘cause I’ve got a crush on Obama I cannot wait, 'til 2008 baby you’re the best candidate"





This one was when Obama won. "Yes we did"





Well, that was insightful.

P.S. Is it true that most Republicans are Freemasons? If that's true, then they're cool now. :p

Obama won.

Dangnabit.
Sit back.
Chillax.
I knew it. :)

Percent.

I'm such a sellout.
I signed the petition against the Reproductive Health Bill.
I don't know why I do things anymore.
Crap.

Dear crush,

I like hearing about you. A lot. Hahahaha.. OMG. I'm so serious na. If we meet, I will absolutely die. I think I'll see you on my wedding day. (If I marry Paddy, that is.) You're totally invited! Shucks. Am I saying too much? Am I giving myself away? Nooooo! Hahaha... I can't wait til Paddy gets home so we can make kwento. :)) I love my boyfriend.

My biggest fear?

From my Multiply:

I've seen both sides of the coin.

And I've forgotten what it was like to lose someone that was your everything.

This is a selfish sentiment more than ever:
But I can't possibly imagine growing without Paddy.
I don't wanna break up with him.

EVER.

I've seen happy people break up.
It effing sucks.



[ Dear God:
Please let me be as stubborn as ever 200 million years from now and onto eternity.
(this is how long i plan to stick with Paddy).

Please don't let me lose the one I love like shake, shake fries.

Please remember that he loves me like seashells and goldfish.

I'm sorry I made him cry.
I'm sorry I don't seem to take care of him.

I promise to be better.

Please don't let us break up.

EVER. ]

******

Yeah. I'm pretty paranoid. I know. But it's happened to the best of us. And I don't want it to

happen to me. EVER. I'm perfectly happy. Very happy. Please God. Please.

PADDY! CALL ME!

I just Googled my secret crush's (ex?) girlfriend.
I was so happy with what I found.
It's craazy boy. Whooot.
I've been ringing up Paddy to call me so I can make kwento.
He's my super best friend. ONLY HE KNOWS WHO MY CRUSH IS. Hahaha..
Baby, CALL ME!
NOW!
I have chika. :))

Let's play a game.

I have a secret. And only Paddy knows. I have a crush on my idol. Aaaaaaand it's NOT Paddy, mind you. Who's that guy??? :)) *sigh Paddy approves, btw.



[Note: USELESS POST. but I can't post this on multiply. 'stoo secret. haha]

Letterman

I'm watching McCain on David Letterman. I really am pretty clueless on this. I just know that I'd probably get along with Obama. Maybe. I guess I should know better than to meddle with things such as American politics. I get too involved I guess. Right now, tabs on my browser are those of McCain and Obama websites and Facebook (Obama) accounts. I need to talk to someone, fast. Somebody to clear this up for me. I get swayed a lot when people I admire don't support the same advocacies as I do. I mean, I admire these people because I think they're smart, opinionated individuals. Then I find out they have pretty good arguments that contradict my own. Then I begin to doubt myself. So it gets pretty crazy. I have issues. These are my formative years, people! Do you know where I can get a political debate sparring partner?

Screw you, paige.

I give up. Stupid girl. No opinions this day forward.

makes sense.

Why I like watching Grey's Anatomy.

Yes. Horrible things DO happen. Happiness in the face of all of that? That's not the goal. Feeling the horrible and knowing that you’re not gonna die from those feelings...that’s the point.
-Dr. Wyatt



There’s a little animal in all of us and maybe that’s something to celebrate. Our animal instinct is what makes us seek comfort, warmth, a pack to run with. We may feel caged, we may feel trapped, but still as humans we can find ways to feel free. We are each other’s keepers, we are the guardians of our own humanity and even though there’s a beast inside all of us, what sets us apart from the animals is that we can think, feel, dream and love. And against all odds, against all instinct, we evolve.
-Meredith

Deep down, everyone wants to believe they can be hardcore. But being hardcore isn't just about being tough - it's about acceptance. Sometimes you have to give yourself permission to not be hardcore for once. You don't have to be tough every minute of every day. It's okay to let down your guard. In fact, there are moments when it's the best thing you can possibly do - as long as you choose your moments wisely.
-Meredith

Some days the whole world seems upside down. And then some how, and probably, and when you least expect it, the world rights itself again.
-Meredith

The contest is a lions' fight. So chin up, put your shoulders back, walk proud, strut a little. Don't lick your wounds, celebrate them. The scars you bear are the signs of a competitor. You were in a lions' fight, Stevens. Just because you didn't win doesn't mean you don't know how to roar.
-Webber


It's good to be scared. It means you still have something to lose.
-Chief


Forgive and forget. That's what they say. It's good advice, but it's not very practical. When someone hurts us, we want to hurt them back. When someone wrongs us, we want to be right. Without forgiveness old scores never settle. Old wounds never heal, and the most we can hope for is that someday we'll be lucky enough to forget.
-Meredith

sifting through the dead

has got to be the most hilarious activity. Really. So you ask me why. tsk. Blindness is.

credits: 573ph4n13@deviantart.com

here we go

Reservations. I'm not one to be known for reservations. But this time I have a great excuse. I don't want to take a dive in the shark tank again. EVER. I absolutely hate the BS that comes with it. And I'm perfectly happy with what I have so far. Really. So can I say I've moved past that? I'm not so sure. Okay? And I hate coming up with regrets. Some are not exactly my best people. They have this brilliant tendency of bringing out the worst in me. And most importantly, themselves. You, people.

hamper.

I'm waiting for my boyfriend to call. Buuuut...




Okay. I admit. side from Brangelina, I believe they are the only other couple worthy of being labeled as Hollywood royalty. Those pants are sexy. Verrry sexy. And that mancandy Papa D's lookin' fiiine.

*sigh. I wanna be Victoria B. Whoooot.

Dear hearts

I hate flitting from one blog to the next and then saying one thing then another on the next. I really, seriously need a blog that won't just cover what Im currently fascinated with as of the moment. I'm too lazy to actually start up a new blog. So i guess it has to be this one instead.


But I'm still lazy.

So yeah.

baby likes reading (people)

I seriously should be studying math. But it's free internet day. And this is probably the last time I could avail of it. Soo yeah. Anywho...

UPDATE ME:

Finals are tomorrow. And I still can't do operations on algebraic expressions.

I need one final D-spree with my ECOWS. Xao graduates this sem. Which reminds me, we'll probably be displaced people with no tambayan. And I still need to get the pics and videos form his lappytop.

My flight home's on the 19th. I can't, can't wait.
Oh, effers. I need to pack.

I have sexygorgeous, still unpaid, ankle boots that did NOT cost me a fortune.
I need new tights and leggings stat.

I got the new 17. Heart Evangelista is still seriously confusing and eyebrow-raising.
Reading her interviews made go "What the..?!??!".

FOLIO!!!!!!!!! AAAGH.
Me likes playing with my swatches though.

Highlight of my week: YVETTE"S DEBUT.
Gosh.
So much fun.
Everyone was guzzling tonic water and gin, brandy, red wine, and that tough drink (vodka?) for her 18 shots.
CT blockmates were part of the 18 shots!!!!!!
[Drink. Make a face.]
Met cool, new people. [Pauline! Transfer to UP na.].
I taught my blockmates the spoon trick. Spoon trick's rad fun.

Grin quotes from the party:
Yvette is like a balloon, 'cuz she's fly.-random funny dude
If Yvette was a fruit, she'd be a cherry, 'cuz it's my favorite. -Olly

hello, handsome.

Robert Pattinson/Edward Cullen reminds me a teensy bit of James Dean. *sigh



UPTC, who? Judo, who?

Thank you Dominique, for reminding me that these demi-gods exist. I'm gonna go and swoon now.



*p.s. baby, you're still the sexiest of them all. ;)

Walking in the sun.

The Batangas field trip was fun,fun,fun.
I keep the intimate stuff here.
And the notso intimate ones there ----> [Click Here]



the happiest people on earth.





that's not my jacket.
and after the best weekend of my life
i never saw him again.
where are you jes?

Meet my muses.

"We knew the girls were really women in disguise. Thay they understood love, & even death, & that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them. "



I just gushed over the books. And now I'm on the prowl for virgin suicide fashion. I'm hell bent on it too. Presenting: My new fashionspiration.... [who knew such a morbid book could turn into my new fashion persona?? MUST.THRIFT.SHOP.NOW.]

Lux Lisbon

Lisbon girls in pretty dresses

Mary Lisbon smock

Cecilia in her wedding gown

Cecilia's bangles to cover up her slit wrists [bangle love, baby]

Beebop

[this is to compensate for the absurdly crappy last post]

These past few days were supposed to be busy days, but after staying up and abusing Roberto's laptop, just so I could finish that impossibly annoying term paper, I decided that I deserved a break. And what better way to relax than to curl up with books, books, books. Yes. I am a bookstore kid. [insert picture of Paige at seven in a second-hand bookstore sniffling as she painfully returns a copy of the baby-sitter's club back on the shelf after being reprimanded of going above her 5 books only limit]. I once begged my grandmother to buy me twenty Sweet Valley books in one go. She complied after much arguing on the grounds that I shouldn't buy another book in a month. I agreed and she locked up the books so I could "moderate" my reading. Little did she know that I opened the cabinet anyway and finished all twenty books in one weekend. I've moved on to "grown-up" reading now (yeahrightpaige). Here's the books I devoured recently:

True Love by Robert Fulghum

Paddy introduced me to Robert Fulghum and I haven't been able to resist buying his books ever since. He's really good. Everytime I finish an essay I always go "aaaaaah.." . This one, however, is a bit different. This is a collection of love stories of sorts. Kinda like Chicken Soup. Except here, you see all kinds of love. One-minute affairs to suicidal eight-year olds. Then of course, his perspectives and such. I bought this book second-hand at a stall in Palma Hall. It had that second-hand smell that I love so much. It doesn't matter that it cost me 50% more than the others. It was gooooood.

Cirque Du Freak 2: The Vampire's Assistant by Darren Shan

Thankie, thankie Polo lurve for introducing me to this series and for painstakingly bringing the next one every week. This one's for vampire entusiasts who fell in love with Goosebumps. Yes. I know Goosebumps is a boy book. But whatever. I remember Michael Rojo lending me his Goosebumps books back in the third grade onwards (he had a HUGE collection). Come to think of it, he was the one who introduced me to Edgar Allan Poe too. Coolness.

Little Pink Slips by Sally Koslow

Sorta like Devil Wears Prada only less bitchy. Good happy read. Not very teenagery though. But a good one nonetheless, seeing as how I plan to be a magazine editor someday. Sofia lent me this one.

Scorpia by Anthony Horowitz

This is the last book in the Alex Rider Series. Sofia lent me this one too. She told me he was cool. Since I have this HUGE crush on Artemis Fowl, I thought I might as well give Alex Rider a try. And gosh did I fall in love with him too. I love Artemis Fowl because he's wickedly smart. I adore Alex Rider for the same reason. A fourteen year old spy for goodnessake. He's wicked cool. Period. The ending was unexpected and I hated it. 'Nuff said.

The Virgin Suicides by Jeffery Eugenides

I saw my roommate reading this one and I begged to have my turn after her. I've been after this book for quite some time now. After seeing it featured in magazines and stuff. IT DID NOT DISAPPOINT. It was a bit morbid, yet insightful. Well-written. I couldn't put it down. And I'm big on the movie. I'm buying a dvd.

******
I now have a Beerkada comic book in my bag courtesy of R.M. This copy had a dedication on it by Lyndon (the creator!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). I grabbed it out of Popes' hands. Poor Popes. This one looks promising too.

Well.

Paige meets Paige.

Why not the world??

*****

I should be talking about significant things. Somehow, I can't. There seems to be too much going on. Maybe next time. When the world stops spinning too fast. Mortality sucks. Big time.

[Yes. I know. You expect better insight from a 17-year old who happens to miss him awfully? I just learned to not see the things that hurt.]

waddaya think?

i miss this crazy person.

Slip.

My Howie Severino Interview






Paige at work.








My beloved sister/photgrapher

Proof baby. Woot. The greatness that is PAIGE. :)

*******

My favorite boys

The nerd I love is in red.





Days in the covered walk were never as sweet.




Happiest.


The graduates. My other research group. Plus Nikko. :)







Wipe that confused look off your face,honey.

***********

That's all for now. Paper to work on. BIG test.

[Credits to: My biological sister, France, Nikki, and Reina. You're all loved like crazy, biatches.]