the hanson fan wants REAL beer, y'all.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

bleh.  my brain has stopped working since its not being used.

ano? pagwapuhan tayo ng boyfriend?





didn't think so.

cheskangs is cutting jewels' hair while i look on thinking, well, thinking of nothing, really.

life is full of retards and wrong grammer. yes. yes.

hello apple pie, oh you look so yummy.  with your apples and buttery sweet crust oh my oh my.

I WANT APPLE PIE.

and i am leaving right now to get some.

i love single-girl drama.  i love that i get to live that way up until now is a little sad yet liberating at the same time.  i like spending idle time in front of the TV, watching CSI and obnoxious bridal shows.  i like drinking with my friends and driving home buzzed.  i like answering with a "he's at work", or "he's busy" whenever they ask where kopol is.

who the fuck am i kidding?

everything is okay.  you have to live and let live.  i can't help it that my only dream is sleeping with a hanson brother, and that's not to come true anytime soon.  so until that day, i have to let the boyfriend take his time and live his dream, no matter what it costs.  i guess.  i guess.

in other news, i have been a vegetarian for a month, my boobs are shrinking, eating isn't as much fun as it used to be.

the weather is nice and cold.  i got my winter outfits out, and i'm now sporting a scarf.  i went out with misha and sleg for a midnight burger king run wearing a parka.  i think they both wanted to stranggle me with it.

lantern parade in a little bit, i wonder if my date will wake up.

listen to me, date, kopol, boyfriend, this post is reeking of it.  if i wasn't so happy i would've deleted everyting and reverted back to writing about how much i want chicken joy right now.

8 months and not counting.  i've stopped  counting when i realized the last one lasted for at least 5 years and thinking about the years just pissed the fuck out of me.  time means nothing.  time means nothing.

i haven't had meat for nearly three weeks, and it's the most awful yet liberating (LIBERATING?!?!?!) feeling in the whole world.  for once in my life, i actually think i can control something, which is saying no to chicken joy and fish n' chips.  i am not a happy camper--no, but the dropping dress size is enough for me to crawl though my ordeal.

i have failed in way too many things in my life already, i will not let this go down easy.  i will become skeletal and you all will be forced to shove triple patty burgers down my throat to save me.  oh how i wish for that day to come.

how many people can scream HEY LOOK ITS YOUR BOSS whenever Hef walks on screen while watching House Bunny?

not that many people, i tell you.



what's the point of this post?

1.  to brag about the boyfriend having the COOLEST job in the world

and

2.  to encourage you to buy PLAYBOY PHILIPPINES and fund our dates!




(mostly its number 2.  i'm loving this month's issue, but i won't tell you why.  wink)

okay, summerfling's taunting got to me. 

since i'm more or less doing my last semester (aka enrolled myself in german classes in UP and other subjects that are not credited in any way, but it's education so why not?) i have more time to focus on my...WRITING!

so this month, i'll haul my ass and move the hell out out LJ once and for all into a brand spankin new blog with complicated HTML or non-HTML things that i will bribe friends to help set me up!

ah, friends.  i love them so.

my head hurts.  i should get some sleep.





it really sucks to be alone.

there is a song that i cannot figure the title and the artist.  i would trype the lyrics, but its not in english.  it might be african but i don't know.

the music video is set in a desert (or some lush nature type of place) and the people are dresse/made-up like wild african animals.  this is body-paint level of costume ha.  there's a tiger, a lion and maybe even  monkey.  i remember the "animals" being on top of rocks, and the elephant's trunk being painted on the arm of the guy in the body-paint.  the lyrics has the words "na na na" and other chant-like syllables that i i won't post because i'm embarrassed becauseit's wrong.  but i'm despserate.  it sound like "nate-yo" then "na na na" after.  "nateyo nana na...something something aaaaaahh..."  the chant is repetative (hence a chant). 

i'm desperate, i've been trying to find this song for 5 years.  i've typed up "africa body paint nanana body paint music video"...everything.  nothing of susbtance comes up.  just porn and documentaries.

was on MTV around 1997 often.


if you know the song, PLEASE post the title and the artist.  i can't sleep.  i can't accept the fact that i'll never hear that song again.

you know it, i know you do.  you know it you know it you know it!




i should put this at the back of a milk carton.

DUKIT

i ate a lot
my stomach is
bondat

i want to throw up
stick two fingers
down my
throat
and flush
my dinner
away.

--
i want to thank bebe go for giving me a reason to rhyme.

excuse my sexy secretary aka summer fling, she is cool.

sanya calls summer fling on the cellphone, or is it the other way around? anyway.

ring ring

summer fling: summer fling!
summer fling: bitch!
summer fling: i'm not home! i can't post! i don't have internet and i don't have a computerrr!
summer fling: but its the last night tonight! you have to post!
summer fling: if you want, post in on my LJ.
summer fling: okay.
summer fling: my password is **********
summer fling: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
summer fling: shatap.
summer fling: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
summer fling: i'm drunk.
summer fling: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

what a pointless post.

Hello, my name is Sanya's Sexy Secretary and today, I shall present to you the face of the future:



Mike Villar. He likes pizza and 12-year old boys. He's also my pick for this year's Philippine Blog Awards' Bloggers' Choice Award.

With a face like that, HOW CAN YOU NOT VOTE FOR HIM?!

Deadline is tonight at midnight. If you would like this awesome person to win, a blog entry about him/it counts as a vote. Submit your votes here!

Photo credit: http://hilarryon.blogspot.com/

your shit belongs in the multiply blogs.
LJ is for drama.



obviously.

every rock band has a cute rocker-chick photographer armed with a DSLR.


you ain't cool if your photographer ain't hot, yo!

i have to number two but i'm too lazy to go home.  i hate the toilets here in school, but the mere fact of not doing number two is even more disgusting.

tinatamad akong mag-drive pauwi.

Welcome John Ira Shepherd Hanson

The baby boy, who will go by the name Shepherd, weighed in at 8 lbs, 4 oz. "I am so overjoyed," the proud papa, 22, tells PEOPLE. "There is not an audience or concert that could ever stand up to the feeling of meeting your baby for the first time."

New mom Kate, 24, is equally happy, saying, "Shepherd is the most wonderful gift we could ever receive. We're already enjoying every second of this great adventure."

Though Shepherd is only a day old, he's already got a built-in playgroup: Cousins Ezra, 5, Penelope, 3, and River, 20 months (middle Hanson brother Taylor and his wife Natalie's children) and Everett, 1 (eldest Hanson brother Isaac, and his wife Nikki's son).

But Shepherd won't be the baby of the family for long: Isaac and Nikki will welcome their second child next month.

"It will be really fun to see [the] little ones grow up together," Zac told PEOPLE in November. "I know watching them is going to inspire a lot of music."

(from Hanson.net)