Drag, hold, exhale

"We should be out there making something of our lives instead of drinking again. After all, we're young and free," I said.

"Free." He let out a snort, sucking on a cigarette. "You think we're free?"

"Do you have to smoke?" I demanded, coughing.

He exhaled smoke at my narrowed, watering eyes. "I don't have to. But I want to."

Another lazy summer night. Nothing else to do but hang out and chug down a couple bottles of beer out on the curb, something that we've been doing for over a week now. We try to ignore the mosquito bites and the ache in our asses from sitting on the concrete sidewalk.

I took a long swig of beer and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "You're such an asshole. I'm trying to have a conversation with you."

"And I'm trying to smoke."

"The question is," I pressed, trying to get back on track, "how can you not think we're free? I admit this is a pretty suckass world, but we could change it if we want to. We could be free."

Senior Year x Tomato Kick

Finally watched Senior Year yesterday at Trinoma with Gab. It was so good you guys! Seriously, it. Was. Awesome.

Directed by Jerrold Tarog, the film takes place in St. Frederick's Academy, a distinguished Catholic school in Alabang, Muntinlupa.

It follows the lives of ten high school students months before graduating. Contrary to what some might think, this doesn't have a typical plot where the students fall into cut-and-dried stereotypes (e.g. athlete, brain, princess, kook, criminal) —in fact, stereotypes play a surprisingly little role in this high school flick.

*~I will choke you w/ my love~*

So far, the summer adventure plan with The Best Friend has been at a standstill. I'm starting to doubt that we'll accomplish all four activites :( At least we've crossed Taguig off the list.

First stop at Taguig was the Myth of the Human Body exhibit, where you can see the human anatomy preserved in a process called plastination. Some cadavers were even preserved in poses! Too bad visitors weren't allowed to take pictures of the specimens.

Extended until December 4, 2011!

It was very educational, but the main reason I went was because of my fascination with cadavers, so a lot of the information that the tour guide gave us went in one ear and out the other because science is not my forte. Peter Angelo and I spent the time gawking at the amazing displays and quietly mocking the tour guide's corny jokes. I did remember a few things, though (correct me if I got any of the facts wrong):

1. Nowadays, corpses don't decay as well as they did back then, because we consume too much preservatives.
2. Secondhand smoke is more dangerous than firsthand smoke, because secondhand smokers breathe in the fumes directly while smokers have a filter on their cigarette.
3. Red blood cells live for only 120 days. (120) Days of Blood Cells.
4. Priests are prone to prostate cancer and nuns, to ovarian cancer, because of their sexual inactivity. Great, an excuse for "holy" men to have illegitimate children: "Ayoko magka-prostate cancer!"

On being booknerds together

Photo taken here.

I want someone who I can spend all day with in a bookstore, who knows the books I would love and point them out to me. I want someone with whom I can sit down in a coffee shop and completely ignore while we're both absorbed in the books we're currently devouring.

If he thinks Chuck Palahniuk sucks, he shouldn't be afraid to tell me so. I want to argue with him when he says he thinks Aimee Bender simply produces ordinary chick-lit with twice the verbosity of other writers.
I want someone who pushes me to read classics like Crime and Punishment and Catch-22, because god knows I'm in too deep in contemporary reads. That said, he should read all the Harry Potter books at my suggestion, because I want him to want more books, more knowledge, more worlds to get lost in.
I want someone who knows the difference between Alice in Wonderland and Through The Looking-Glass. I want someone with whom I can discuss The Little Prince and all its life lessons. I want someone whose collection of books isn't limited to whatever Dan Brown book is currently topping the lists.

I am a Full House fanatic!

I'm pretty sure no one's gonna read this, unless he/she watched this series, too.

If you watched Full House on GMA-7 in 2005 (Korean version dubbed in Tagalog) or 2009 (remake starring Heart Evangelista and Richard Gutierrez WTF), you'll know them as Jessie Han and Justin Lee. But if you watched the Korean version with subtitles, you'll know them as Han Ji-eun and Lee Young-jae.
Twenty-four hours ago, I finished watching Full House, my favorite Korean drama (and the only one I watched). It's been twenty-four hours but I'm still this sappy mixture of happy and sad—happy because after all the controversy, they ended up together, and sad because that's what every ending makes me.

L-R: Kang Hye-Won, who always wears something that shows off her bra;
Yoo Min-hyuk, who I loved at first but then started to hate because OMG can you not see Ji-eun's in love with Young-jae?!;
Lee Young-jae, who's too stubborn and emotionally stunted to express love;
and Han Ji-eun, who's sweet and naive and doesn't put up with Young-jae's temper.

Me & my chicas at Star City

Friday, after getting our clearance at UST, the YC Buddies invaded Star City—or at least, some of the YC Buddies. The five of us who did go (me, Kat, Gab, Ava, and Aya) had a great time!

We couldn't get the entire "Star City" in one photo so we took two and I just put them together, lols.

The ride-all-you-can ticket costs P350. We were supposed to get the RAYC ticket + entrance to Winter Funland, but it was too expensive at P430. :(

We took "ride-all-you-can" to another level. I think we hit almost all the rides and attractions.

Clockwise, L-R: Grand Carousel, I forgot the name of the ride, Jumping Star (the only photo with all five of us), & Bumper Car.

College, Clothes, Cut, Cubao Expo

(This is a self-centered summer update post.)
I really don't know whether to like my summer's slow pace. On one hand, doing nothing feels good: no need to wake up early, no papers to write, no worries. On the other hand, doing nothing feels like I'm wasting the time I could be using to enjoy my youth. Or something.


Anyway, so, my title. I like alliteration.


College. Grades finally came out!

Obviously, the grading system in UST makes 1 the highest possible grade. If the grading system made it so that 5 is the highest, I'd have killed myself because this picture means I failed everything.
Okay, so the highest I got is 1.75, which isn't really something to be proud of... but at least my lowest is 2.5. It's in English, though. English, you guys. This hurts my pride so bad. (My oral performance was great, IMHO, but I failed the written quizzes.)


Clothes. My mom and I accompanied Tita Malou and her son Benson to Divisoria to shop for their stall. There's this place called Alexis where you can buy tons of stuff wholesale, for low prices. But that's not the point. The point is, I bought clothes... and more.

• Homer Simpson (!!!) and Elmo (because Che calls me that) shirts were two for P150.
• P300 Roxy board shorts.
• P50 hipster glasses because I promised Robi I would wear them when we'd meet at Cubao X.
• Temporary tattoos for P5 because I am too much of a pussy to get a real one, lols.

Cut. Because I'm bored with my hair and haven't got the guts [yet] to color it red/blue/violet, I got a haircut instead.