Philippine Fiesta

Jaro Fiesta:
A day when everyone drink, eats and laughs in merriment.
A day when families visit families for the hell of it.
A day when the sun usually beams down on everyone.
A day when you just might meet someone new.

. . . .
A day when there is no school.

Okay, I am exaggerating.
This day is usually not a big deal. Though, honestly saying, I'm hoping to actually DO something by this day. Err... to be blunt, something that would make me shallow-ishly happy or busy before getting back to school and facing the very damn person I have learned to despise, before possibly going back to thinking about the one that has dug a deep, unfathomable hole using a dagger (constantly stabbing me from the inside). It's not really a big deal now.

What had Ms. Turtle said, "You are not needed."
Though she meant that in a supposedly different manner, THIS meaning is more striking to me than any other insults she nor I had spewed in each other's way.

Gaahh... corny, ne? (o O);
I'm secretly a hopless romanticist. -sigh-
XDDD

Really Long Post

So much STUFF.
Where to start? (T^T)


- Love:
Let me begin with the most common thing a person at my age would talk about: Love.

Though being Jeanne, I'ma just make this short. 8D

Knowing my friends, they'd be quite surprised I would choose such a topic, being very reserved about who I like, no matter who or where it is. And I truly mean the 'kissy-goo-goo' kind of love. They'd be moronically commenting on that a lot. Luckily, they're not here. -big grin-

I am human; with confusing human emotions, human habits and human interests.
I DO love, whether the people around me know this or not.

I'm a late bloomer when it comes to these matters. Err... how can I explain this to myself? It harbors both unchangeable happiness and excutiating pain -- and I mean that in a literally internal kind of way. How many lives it has changed and/or taken away cause' of it's universal power?

Lalala~! (^.^);

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- Myrtle:
Ah, yes. This topic...
Unlike the first topic, this doesn't drown my insides. It burns them.
Give me a minute before I type this down, just so I don't sound like I'm shouting my snot out....

*inhale*

-murderous glare-

*exhale*

I have no comment, other than the fact that I've just been greatly insulted. Heh, I guess Myrtle is the kind of individual who turns everything against them. What a sparkling, lovely persona she turned out to posses, making me feel like shit. Just goes to show that there are some people who take the natural path to the extreme.
At this point, she and I are no longer friends, I guess? I can't stand her and she can't stand me. Simple, ne? The first time I read it, I had this powerful urge to hit our computer screen. (=__=)
Other than that, I took this quite well.

There's just one thing I agree with in this entire chunk of jumbled paragraphs:

I should shut up. Even if she ended up like... uhh, I dunno. Killing people? I should be wise enough to leave her to whatever fate has in-store. Avoiding drama and all that.

"To be honest, I don't dislike Tin anymore. She went up to me while giving me a
glance. "Murt~ we need to talk. I think this is stupid." I gazed at her while I
replied with a simple "Huh?" I didn't want to talk. Since I was supposed to look
for some players in Soccer. She gave me the eye-beaming looks I was expecting.
"I don't~" I couldn't finish my sentence since the School President was looking
for me. I walked away without looking back. I don't really care anymore. I have
better things to do than this~

After all the games, I went home. Waiting
for Ms. Glyden to arrive so I can practice my song. Since tomorrow will be the
rehearsals for Mr. and Ms. Agelicum and they want to hear me sing. They want to
perfect the show so they what to hear me if my song will fit the program. While
waiting I turned on the computer and started to read these worthless messages
Jin keeps on giving me. She's an ass. She said "Sorry" but she never meant it.
She keeps on going like a gigantic ass giving out air~

She's a liar, for
all I know she cheats and she also steals. Not pure evil, ne Jin? She keeps on
muttering words that is practically worthless. She wasn't even supposed to be in
this but she went up to me and nagged. WTF? you choose to be in this fight and
now you're blaming me for the things that you don't want me to say and do.
Calling me a coward. Then trying to correct little things, bit by bit just
to tear me apart. Just to make me feel inferior. I know there's nothing wrong
with my grammar so no need to be an asshole Jin.

It wasn't me who asked
you to be in this. You are the one in fault so don't think you're doing justice.
Since all you're doing is making things worse. Why can't you just leave the ones
who should actually be in this ALONE. You're just making your own assumptions
while not listening to the other side of the story. You think you're God? for
heaven's sake. Get a life and stop trying to butt in to other's problems. You
have no respect for others and neither will others respect you.

You are
unworthy to be called a friend and when they do you use them, as if they're
something to be played with and get tired of. I tried to avoid giving you harsh
comments since you said "Sorry" but you started it again. Gaga~

Jin,
you're the one assuaging for a fight with your unworthy words. Your comments are
not needed. But you keep on giving them. You're absurd. You're worthless. You're
not needed. So shut your mouth."

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- Family:
I'm not a very family-oriented person, but they ARE pretty important to me. There's no limit as to how much I really appreciate my mom, dad and everyone else. I don't care if it sounds a lil' too run-of-the-mill. I won't lie as to how much I both love and despise my kin.
For some reason, everyone on my dad's side runs a medical career.


Mom (mama 8D)- Lorelei Sherry Ho - My mom and I fight and/or argue sometimes (I once kicked her in the chest while she pulled my hair to the ground). She's usually always right. Painfully so.
(-.-);
She's pretty adept at handling people, receiving a couple of years worth of experience as a Med-tech. She later schooled as a nurse around 2005 and is currently a nursing consultant till the probable move to U.S. She's one of the few people who passed the entrance exams on the first try. She's a real studious kind of person ... unlike me. o(T. T)o

Personality-wise, she's secretly insane, has an addiction to chocolate and hates fat with a passion. She begs me for back rubs.
I recently figured-out that I received my sick humor from her. In a good way. Even so, she looks younger and prettier than me in comparison. Yes, she's Chinese.
(o. o)


Dad (papa XD) - Randy Paul Dumaplin - Ahh ... dad. I don't see him very often; he visits around once-a-year, working in Cali. He's also a nurse.
I've never been very aware of his work there, except that he used to deliver newspapers using his car (not with a bike... that's just retarded) before. He could have sold drugs and I would have been anything but conscience about it. Which he never did, mind you. (+_+)

If you've met my dad the first time around, you'd see a practical, reasonably quiet man. He's pretty blunt about things though at the same time doesn't show his emotions that often. He is the source of my mentality, giving to me straight how the world and people work. He's less into the microscopic details and more into seeing the whole entirety of the picture.
Like any other Filipino dude out there, he watches Manny Pacqiao and does so with overly coherent understanding. He's that wide guy with big arms and protruding belly.
I think I'm partially Japanese and Portugese through him and Grandmother Punay. -shrug-


Drey-Ball - Drey Mikael Dumaplin - Being less than a year-old, he doesn't have much of a personality to speak of. He's a fat lil' boy with a tight, yet vague understanding of nearly everything around him. He's remarkably heavy for his age and likes to chew things to bits. His favorite taste is banana and dislikes apple. XDD

Real cute~. \(@. @)/



My parents kind of have a problem. It's not like they're trying to kill each other, it's just that there's no actual love to speak-of between them. It's not my problem, I know ... just kinda anxious about what that would mean later on.

Indigestion

I've missed three days worth of school, three days worth of Pasundayag.
For some reason, I got a kind of mild food poisoning from the stuff I ate at school. I wonder if they're conspiring against the students? (o o);

Wolf's Rain

Tell Me What the Rain Knows

Heaven's Not Enough




Note: If you're planning to see this, then don't watch the vids. ^



This anime is a 100% fave. Not only is it scrapped full of blood, gore and wolfy-goodness, but the plot is just breathtakingly awesome!
The beginning of Wolf's Rain already shows a dying world. It's basically a pre-apocalyptic place, where peace and happiness is all but solid and resolute.
The legend goes that wolves were nothing more than fairytales by this point; they have been extinct for more than 200 years. Along with that ominous legend comes the story of 'Paradise' and the rumors that the 'Lunar Maiden' held the power to get there while the wolves knew where it hid.

The Nobles, a rich and powerful group of people who knew the tales to be true, decided to scientifically experiment and create a biological, physical manifestation of the lunar flowers. This resulted in the complete creation of only a single one, named Cheza.

The story starts when a lab gets hold of Cheza, monitoring her 24 hours a day, never letting her out of their sight. Many wolves are drawn into this city, though most have refused to acknowledge their existence as wolves and hid in illusionary human bodies.
Here we meet Kiba, Tsume, Hige and Toboe, four wolves secretly looking for paradise to fulfill the prophecy. Blue, presumed as a hunter's dog, joins them later on when Cheza awakens the wolf in her.

Will they make it...? :3

Hmm.

- Broken -
Seether

I wanted you to know
that I love the way you letoff
I wanna hold you high
and steal your pain away

I keep your photograph
and I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high
and steal your pain

‘Cause I’m broken
when I’m lonesome
And I don’t wanna feel right
when your gone away

You've done well...
you don't feel me anymore

The worst is over now
and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high
and you steal my pain away
There’s so much left to learn,
and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high
and steal your pain

‘Cause I’m broken
when I’m open
And I don’t feel like
I am strong enough
‘Cause I’m broken
when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel right
when you’re gone away

(3x)

You've done well...
you don't feel me anymore

Self-Revelation

Maybe it's the awful pain of constipation, or the magazine I just read about collage.
But I don't CARE! XDD
I just had the most rarest, most self-awakening revelation tonight and possibly the rest of my life. It's like being struck by lightning. (O__O)

Mygawd.... what have I been doing this year, struggling to be something I'm not?!
Shit, I need to think about collage. I need to plan for my friggin' career and future! Bah, who cares about Myrtle or about this looming sadness? I need to kick it off and actually try hard to live. Instead of thinking about my move to U.S. as a horrible, impending corner of change, I should think about it as an opportunity to move on and show the world what I can damn face.

My studies. They've been getting worse, all because I was drawn into the vortex of highschool, forcing myself to 'fit-in' even if it meant destroying who I really am. WTFudge have I been doing lately? I'm only fifteen. It's not too late to turn my way of thinking around!

"I want you to concentrate on your studies, and then..."
Someone had said to me. The 'and then' might have been impossible from the beginning, but I gots to keep living. I should be dwelling happily on what I have accomplished instead of what I MIGHT have accomplish. I promised myself I would never forget him, and I never will! But, I just can't have it killing me from the inside for the rest of my life and be brought down because of it.

Many have moved on. So why can't I?

Mirrored Dreams

"Why are you crying?" The hushed voice murmured next to her, sweet and soothing like poisoned honey.

The girl sat in a void of empty darkness. Her patterned clothing and long black hair trailed behind a cool breeze. It made no sense, really. The wind was coming out of nowhere. The seconds ticked by as she limply huddled in her corner, tears trickling down her wet cheeks, around her calves, past her wrapped feet and onto the cold stone that twas' the floor. The damp bitterness flowed between the same pattern, looking almost as if it had carved and embedded a river within. She hugged her knees tightly, holding onto them as if it was the only thing keeping her together. She fought to ignore the voice.


"Why are you crying?" The voice repeated, growing louder and impatient for her answer.


The realization triggered a fresh new round of tears, silent in their effort to increase the girl's held-in sorrow. Her native ensemble clung tightly around her quivering body, barely keeping her warm against the frostbitten cold. Her fists were clenched tightly, while her face mirrored the expression of dull disdain. Even as her tears poured on fiercely, not even a whimper escaped her lips.

"It's nothing."



Somewhere above the little village of Nanke, the prominence of battle grew. Thunder struck and she sat up, very suddenly.
The the cold was no dream. Everything was real. Which included the teardrops and bitter secrets.

Ah, this is a roleplay intro. One of my many faves. :3

Fabric of the Peaceful

" There are some things you're just better off not knowing. "


For me, the conflict is over... for now. I don't give a damn what comes up next. Wala ako pakialam. (-__-) I'm still partially seething, but if they can be happy with just themselves and a few choiced friends and company, then I can be, too. DD< There are times when you wish you could just blend into the background before you. THIS is one of those day --- just wanting to disappear with no questions asked and no answers heard. Time for me to get busy and just ignore the passive nagging at the back of my head (though that's easier said than done). I must finish what I've started, ne? I just wish life would hurry up and hit me with a truck already. Ergh. *starts sucking noodles Chinese-style in anger*

Wow. Such a vague, random post. Even the title refuses to make sense. XDD
Oh, well... that's just how I roll. Nyahahahaaa~. :3

Veritae

*headdesk*

For a long time, I've been falling in and out of depression. Huh... must've been the mood swings. But lately, I've been feeling it all the time, unable to sense even the faintest signs of it's uplifting. My moronic plans for moving isn't helping. At all. Toss in some daily depressants, and you've got a brooding 15-year old girl.


My Recent Thoughts:

-> I've been thinking of someone to an extent of habit and/or obsession, experiencing both daydreams and dreams. It's kinda ironic how I've known him for quite a while. In strange twists of thought and emotion, I'm sadly happy about the fact that he can't wait forever and I'm just not worth it. I wonder how long I can keep him with me...? (-.-);
-> I should just stop commenting altogether. It's nothing but trouble. My opinion is nothing but shit, anyway.
-> My self-esteem is as low as dirt and I'm always horribly insecure. My nails are proof of this.
-> Gah, all this depression isn't natural for my age. I'll be growing gray hair by 18! I just know it. (=__=)
-> I think WAY too much. My brain is on the fragile, teetering edge of detonation. \(>0<)/
-> This Pasundayag thing is annoying. We dressed as cowgirls, for crying out loud! Next thing we know, we'll be going around with stringy bikinis and no one will care... (O o);

Dinagyang 2009

Today, -- or rather this week -- our little city of Iloilo has been celebrating Dinagyang Festival which is mostly about attracting curious tourists and celebrating our freeble, humble beginnings as natives.

In my opinion, it's not really worth stepping out into the glaring sun and heat. Why would I want to watch some dudes drenched in coal n' feathers, when I could simply turn-on the TV and watch from a physically safe distance?
It's not like I'm nervous or idiotically scared of the outside world...
I just don't like being an outdoorsy-person when there's no specific need to be. Nuff' said.

Ugh, I'm not too fond of Windows Vista. My dad (who I often call 'Papa' XDD) had recently reformatted the computer and, in the process, deleted most of my files, games and data: just so he could trade our perfectly-working Windows XP for the more advanced Windows Vista. Err, can't say I'm too happy about the abrupt change.
Instead of sucking up and adapting to the minor shifting like a good lil' girl, I silently resigned myself to my laptop which is, happily, still the good ol' Windows XP.

XP

XP

XDDD

Info

Enough about me. I'm posting something that doesn't involve yours truly....
I hate exposing myself around the internet, so I shall expose others instead. ( ^_^ )
Sorry guys, I needed to post SOMETHING in the middle of the night. It was for the betterment of my sanity. ( - _ -||)

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Erika S. Bicol

9 / 24 / 1995

Libra

Year of the Pig

Height is 5'0

Bloodtype A

Justine M. Nacionales

9 / 14 / 1994

Virgo

Year of the Dog

Height is 5'2

Bloodtype A

Jasmine M. Nacionales

9 / 14 / 1994

Virgo

Year of the Dog

Height is 5'1

Bloodtype A

Only One

Only One
Yellow Card

Broken this fragile thing now
And I can't
I can't pick up the pieces
And I've thrown my words all around
But I can't
I can't give you a reason

I feel so broken up
(so broken up)
And I give up
(I give up)
I just want to tell you
so you know...

Here I go
scream my lungs out
and try to get to you
You are my only one
I'll let go
but there's just no one
that gets me like you do
You are my only, my only one

Made my mistakes
let you down
And I can't
I can't hold on for too long
Ran my whole life in the ground
And I can't
I can't get up when you're gone

And something's breaking up
(breaking up)
I feel like giving up
(like giving up)
I won't walk out until you know

Here I go
scream my lungs out
and try to get to you
You are my only one
I'll let go
but there's just no one
who gets me like you do
You are my only, my only one

Here I go
so dishonestly
Leave a note
for you my only one
And I know
you can see right through me
So let me go
and you will find someone

Here I go
scream my lungs out
and try to get to you
You are my only one
I'll let go
there's just no one
no one like you
You are my only, my only one
My only one (x3)

You are my only,
my only one...

Upcoming Peace

" The simple minds create trouble for the complicated ones. "

Me and Myrtle are finally at peace. Again. Things aren't usually this tedious. Meh. But then again, the wold is far from perfect. Hm, today was the last day of examination, and I'm sad to say that I did poor --- retardedly so. I'd have to make it up through RS (Remaining Skills) again this year. I've been stumbling through my two years of highschool almost in a swift, blurry daze. I wonder how I'm gonna survive this leering educational system NEXT time around? DD:



Sticking to my abstinence of random-ish-ness; Kai had broken a picture of Mother Mary from our science teacher's (Sir Zin) room. She absent-mindedly pulled a resting bag from it's perch and strided back to her seat next to that cabinet, only to turn and watch that glass-framed picture slam into the flat surface of polished wood. (O-o);
Then, she grabbed pieces of the broken glass and started -- in vain -- to slit her wrists.
Psch, wrists are for girls. She should've gone for the throat. >D


Thanks for delaying the exam and wasting 10 minutes worth of everyone's lives, Kai. :3

Exam Day I

So, today was the first day of our 4th Quarter evaluation: A.K.A exams.
It was an especially bland day; just seemed like any other day in school.
Huh, the way I've been calm on exam days has been giving me a sense or forboding and skepticism. I pretty much feel content on just doing my best, even if it doesn't exactly give me the best results. In fact, I should be studying right now instead of randomly blogging. (>_<);




Today had been heavily set on Algebra, English and Filipino. As expected, I did horribly on Filipino, and inevitably, Algebra. Math just isn't my thing (of course, that doesn't mean I'm not trying to try X3). Oh, wow... It's officially 2009.

In a way, the exams have given me a different type of realization, though vague enough to leave me blank for words. Change is just around the corner. But, hey... who knows?

Automatic Disgression

I fought with Myrtle today.

I shall now indulge in a very long-winded description of what had happened. It was a shallow battle, I have to admit. For one thing, I was the one who caused it, and balefully, I simply wasn't sorry. I don't understand Myrtle sometimes. She's one of my best friends, but Myrtle shall always be Myrtle. She's generous, but only when she feels like it. She's a perfectionist, which is not exactly a good thing 24/7. She tends to view things through anime fantasy.
She's IS pretty, but she thinks she's 'all-that' which would often tempt me to take a kick at her self-esteem. And today, that's exactly what I did.


The classroom was practically empty, except with me, Myrtle and Tin. It was around recess and no one would be in till 10: 30. She was writing things in her black diary labeled '2009' and she suddenly breathed in a relieved sigh of pride, saying, "Ahh... beautiful poetry."
"I can't exactly call it beautiful." I retorted with a smile.
She paused for a moment, staring blankly at me while I still had that grin plastered on my face. I can honestly say that I didn't feel bad about it and I'm not sure I had wanted to take it back. I mean, she overreacted. I didn't even SEE what she'd written. She stuttered to say something back and, failing miserably, she took a stand and walked out of the room.


Hah, this wasn't the first time I gave her such a devilish treatment. I suppose I should apologies... it's the right thing to do, after all. She deserved better. I would have to face her, say sorry and get it over with. Myrtle hurts people sometimes.


I wonder if she knows this?
Hi Myrtle! -waves- (^o^)/*
Myrtle: Whatevurr... (-__-)

LOL @ Dward.

Exams are coming! *que dramatic music* (O__O)

I saw something during NAT review today that made me go "WTF" and "ROFL" at the same, exact colliding second.

... Mark Edward was watching porn...

It was funny cause he was right there, beside me, thinking I wouldn't see it. Great, another bastard.
The fact that he was watching that sort of thing would explain the 'what-the-fudge moment'. It's basically self explanatory. :D

Now as a girl, I was simply grossed-out. I know it's natural for dudes, but he was seeing that kind of stuff right INFRONT of me. But, as Jeanne... I was in convulsion. I now had enough solid evidence to blackmail him. Yes, I'm evil, aren't I? (^,..,^)
We simply call him 'Dward' for short, just one letter away from 'Dwarf'. Again, it's self explanatory.

In my uncontrollable fit of laughter, I told Kai (Erika) what I saw when she noticed my odd behavior. In mere seconds, we were laughing quietly together, staring at him while he pleaded us to keep it a secret. I felt pity and agreed to keep my mouth shut. But Kai -- being Kai -- remained resolute. She wore that huge, creepy grin. The kind when she gets something good on someone... especially when that someone had been annoying her like hell for the past year.

People and Intro

I don't want to point out which one is me. Period. So, these are my friends: Justine, Myrtle, Abbie and Erika. For some reason, Min wasn't here in the pic. I suppose she couldn't be cause she got lost. The idiot. X3

We're pretty close, considering we've only known each other for two years. I love them all to bits. And I mean that quite literally. -grin-
I updated this the next morning cause it was already 2AM and I was feeling friggin' tired.
(-__-);
Annyywaaayy, I'm glad it was a Saturday, otherwise I wouldn't had had time to find pics, let alone type something down that's actually worth reading. (O.o)

First Post

Well, this is my first blogpost and I'm not quite sure what to write about. I guess my imagination isn't as vivid as it used to be. I suppose my days have been boring enough that my sense of mind hasn't been snapping back together as I have wished it to.




Oh yes, I should start with the characters -- the people -- of my life. Since writing has been a long-time habit and my need for the usual roleplay (RP) has been horribly deprived, I'm compelled to talk in third person. I obviously know that barely anyone else does this, but hey, what's the use of a personal blog if everyone else writes in the same, endless pattern? Oh, I'll also be posting snippets, screenies, sigs and photos of my adventures on the WWW aswell as in real life. (^.^)