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NOVEMBER GRINS. (sometimes a little grim)

Hello. I know. It's been months since my last blog entry. I can pretty much say I feel bad for deserting blogspot for the freakishly fun Tumblr (i am just having so much fun with it!)

Then again, the writing to REPLENISH was sorely missed. And I am here to type away my thoughts, fuckin' fun events, and all the shit. It has been a a solid month since I last wrote.

and Yep, November was very very interesting.

I love how November swished by like a freakin' bullet train. It was indeed a mixture of views-- green meadows with pretty wild flowers, a quick loop to a dark under passage, even saw nice old towns in celebration.

This month, I get to hang out with the people who truly matter. Let's just say I did not have a shortage of fun times with my crazy ass friends from High School. Seeing them, laughing with them, was just what I needed, a diversion of some sort from the oh-so exciting work routine I have (enter sarcastic smile here) I guess I longed for some real senti times, we never ran out of stories to share, jokes to crack, fun memories to recall. Hanging out with them was waaay better than anything. Seeing them seems to be one of the best things that happened for this last quarter of the year.

• The laugh fest at the mall with Reena, Trisha, Sarah, Jaime, and Gideon was superb. Till the next Halloween laughs.
• Watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 1 with Trisha was even more amazing. Nothing better than watching the awesome epic flick with another food enthusiast slash Potterhead slash living Laugh Machine. Not a second was dead.
  
• Hanging out with the guys--my soul brothers Manoi Don, Nathan, Flint, Ruben, Syoi, Clint, Deyb, Banoy, and Champ, together with Pamtot was a riot. We could have done this every darn day when we were 15. Ü
  
• seeing old friends after months even years of no show or no talk is pretty nostalgic. Squeals, hugs, and high fives were no-brainers.

I should really grab every chance there is. I now realize how they being with them does the best job in shaking my blues away.


Seeing friends was not the only thing that made November extra fun. My lola is finally living with us. My Ate Cookie and I are her favorite granddaughters and I can tell she was so happy to have done the decision to stay with us for good. ♥ I will not delve on how disappointed I am with my aunt, who is needless to say, a huge pain in general. Haha!

Then there's my dear sister, leaving for Manila for good. Sad as fuck. I feel like I can not party anymore (everyday is a fuckin' party at home every time she and I rock it with non sense jokes) That one thing I will miss about her is the barrage of senseless things that only the two of us find funny. I will see you soon, Neken! ♥


Last but not the least, THE person that made my November grin and grim...

My man in uniform. He said goodbye.

I know, you can say I was just a needy girl, and he was just a chatmate who I have had this non -existent, superficial cyber relationship with for the past year: I just can't help it. I hate feeling this sappy and cheesy but I am just hell honest when I say that his good bye felt like somebody wrenched me. When I read his last message (and I promised him I won't send him any message after his goodbye), I felt as though the wind was knocked off my system. Oh yeah, It was not an exaggeration with how they describe it in novels, tv shows, or books. Finally the months of mental torture was over. I admit I did not see it coming. I expected a lot. I thought too much of rainbows and butterflies. I thought, well I hoped, he would come back talking after months of zero messages. He did not.

I did not know four words can send someone pummeling.


Then again, I will never ever forget the guy. He kinda saw me as who I am. Call it superficial, but a friendship slash sorta romantic relationship that was all talk was REAL. At least for me, I can tell I even for a short time, has been a friend that he needed.

L♥ve is a strong word but what I felt was more than a stupid infatuation.

Thanks Nichols.


Now I have DECEMBER ahead. bring it on. I will gladly take out anything with a huge fuckin' grin.


♫♫

complaining about what’s happening to your life right now will get you nowhere. that’s just how it is. so what if you’re miserable as hell? so what if you only have a penny in your pocket? so what if people think you are weird? so what if you’re hurting? so what if you’re in deep shit? SO WHAT?

THESE ARE ALL JUST REMINDERS.

Reminders that someday, there’s something beautiful. we never get the best out of life without pain and melancholy. we don’t call life LIFE if we don’t shed tears, nurse wounds, curse, or feel the nasty sensation of getting struck at. what’s the point of living if it’s all about being happy? A HAPPY LIFE IS BORING. besides, would you call it real happiness if you’ve never even experience the saddest and the most painful? i know i wouldn’t.

so just absorb. absorb things that happen and will happen to you, the things that will come your way. don’t wait for the day when you’ll regret how you should have treasured each moment, they might be both good or bad but they all certainly made you feel human (are we human? or are we dancers? hehe) GO ON. enjoy every single second. cherish the laughs. learn from the tears. be thankful for those who hurt you, say sorry to those you have hurt. remember the misery but don’t live in it. remember the joy but don’t think it’ll last.

(it’s short but its sweet!)

JUST LIVE. and all the rest will fall into place….

cousin IT.

IT is hard to deal with.

everyday it gets worse.

i want to tread up,

but it keeps pulling me down.

i gasp for air, can’t breathe.

it smothers me hard.

but still i have to be cool,

though it squeezes my life out.

IT is getting really difficult,

it is scraping my very core.

it makes me really emotional.

it makes me really numb.

i can either cry a river,

or flaunt my fakest smile.

either way, it’s still there, ready to eat me alive.

i’m holding on to anything,

holding it tight as if it’s my dear life.

my limbs are getting really weak,

losing every ounce of strength.

then suddenly, it laughs at me,

looking oh-so casual.

it tells me to quit fighting

and snided, “just let go”.

i smiled,

smirked,

gave it the finger.

“you think you are so good? well i am better”

IM NO LOSER.

hell freezes before i let you win.

dark yet colourful;

a little more than the usual.

i’m trying to be normal, but i am snapping at every attempt.

make me stand at the edge

whistle the wind to blow me away.

ask the fellow freak to push me,

SEE ME: UNTOUCHED

tight yellow ropes scars my hands

it stings like hell, yet it felt nothing better.

just watched my hands shake from fear, from anger- and yes! happiness!

EVERY breath hurts,

but i have always been a masochist.

pain is a twin of triumph,

sorrow the mother of glee.

Yes.

i admit.

I MISS HIM.

The only problem is, He does not even give a damn that I do.



sgd.

Super pathetic closet romantic.

September 12th Madness

Now that I am an insane, workaholic dolphin who works close to fifteen hours a day, with no social life, no time to even pick up a good novel to read, nor write stuff which I usually do almost every night, needless to say my lack of sleep is eating up most of my good system, i am in slight need of a break. (haha, as if slight is the perfect adjective) Last Sunday, Leah, Jeynee and I spent the night together. It was just a typical sleep over that we usually have back in the days.

It is just the therapy i need.

Basically, for crazy laughter junkies like us, the night went by like a fair.

• Major food-- Street food, Lanzones, Fried Rice, Freakin' Onion Omelet, Junk, and Pastries
• Movie--Ghost of the Girlfriend's Past was the only decent flick on TV that night
• Company--was at its best. Ü

The night was one of those times that I released stress. Oh wow, I needed that. Nothing better than my group of giggling chicas to shake my blues away.

te amo mi chicas!

missing in action: Lara, Jackie, Gie, Teepee, Tin, Ten, Ams, Regai, Shine, Cle, Joya and Ging.

AUGUST BABIES-- this is how we are described. But then again, we can't let others tell us who we are, right? Ü

Outgoing personality.
Takes risks.
Feeds on attention.
No self control.
Kind hearted.
self confident.
Loud and boisterous.
VERY revengeful.
Easy to get along with and talk to.
has an 'everything's peachy' attitude.
Likes talking and singing.
Loves music.
Daydreamer.
Easily distracted.
Hates not being trusted.
BIG imagination.
Loves to be loved.
Hates studying.
In need of 'that someone'.
Longs for freedom.
rebellious when withheld or Restricted.
Lives by 'no pain no gain'
caring.
Always a suspect.
Playful.
Mysterious.
'Charming' or 'beautiful' to everyone.
Stubborn.
Curious.
Independent.
Strong willed.
A fighter.


that's interesting. Ü hahahaaha!

SKINS--why i fuckin' LOVE it.

I know this show came out close to three years ago. I just discovered it a month ago, thanks to my good friend Karen (thanks again, girlie!) haha! I guess it's never too late to appreciate shows that really entertain. In this case, i guess it got me under its spell!


Just finished the two series of the 1st Generation of SKINS, a British TV series about a bunch of teenagers. So basically, you'd say: "i have heard a million other tv shows with the same theme" dealing with the everything that goes with TEENAGE LIFE.
Name it. SKINS has it. PLUS MORE.

WHY SKINS ROCK:

it's raw.

it's rude and funny.

teenagers' lives are disturbing. they show it perfectly.

it does not sugarcoat nor glamorize.

it may be eyebrow-raising to some because for them it's just about sex, drugs, rock and roll but admit you can never stop watching it once you started.

each character is painstakingly normal, each with unique experiences.
All of us may relate to one or two of them.

awesomely cool soundtrack. ♫

simple but relevant dialogue.

great cast.
( noted: Joe Dempsie, Nicholas Hoult-- amazing performances)

last but not the least:

i swear i am getting a hang of the F word, they f***in' say it every f***in' time. hahaha!


SKINS is L♥VE.

♫ happy birthday to me. ♫

Last Monday was my birthday. It was a typical day. I just did exactly what I do for almost six months now. So there. I am not gonna rant about how "normal" the day went because as a matter of fact, it went well: not extraordinarily spectacular or anything but it was good. Ü

First up, the barrage of greetings was OVERWHELMING, and the absence of shitty stressful situations made me sigh with relief. Third, the spaghetti Mama made was heaven.

Now you might ask, as anyone who celebrates their birthday is asked of their birthday wish. Here's mine. and it's a list. ♫ LOL

• a trip to LA to watch Real Madrid go against LA Galaxy for a friendly game tomorrow. Oh come on, that is why THIS is called a wish list, Hahaha! Ü
• Complete DVDs of SKINS. I could use some series marathon. Tony Stonem is growing on me. I also would like to have One Tree Hill seasons 5,6 and 7 on DVD. I miss the Ravens, most especially Nathan and Haley.
• a green scooter.
  
• a whole galloon of Selecta Coffee Crumble Ice cream.
  
• an authentic #8 Kaka Real Madrid jersey and #22 Kaka AC Milan jersey. Yehheee.
• a pair of VANS sneakers (most preferably with green hibiscus prints on 'em)
• my own laptop
• I want to have a shelf full of Sidney Sheldon, Neil Gaiman, Susan Elizabeth Phillips, and a complete set of Harry Potter books. Just for once, I need not to borrow if I want to read. Ü
  
• our own house and lot.
  

For now, those are the stuff i'd like to have. Ü
I am pretty sure the list will be longer next time.
Thank you Lord for the LIFE.
♥

Kreesa's LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT (A NON MORBID ARTICLE)

Okay, first up: I got the idea of writing this last will and testament from a friend who happens to be a notorious blogger. Frances wrote this one: My Last Will and Testament.



So I was inspired to do my own. I guess when you're bored as hell, staying in the office, doing nothing when work is done, all you gotta do is blog, blog, blog. (and tweet like crazy) Ü

Informal. Relevant. Concise. Crazy. Hehe, this is my last WILL AND TESTAMENT.

• My 6 -year old guitar Pretty Messy will be given to my good friends Lara Raymundo, Jane "the Shark" Belleca, Joya Tanay and Kristine Maristela. This is because they were the ones responsible for its Crazy Grafitti Look. They can just take turns having it in possession. You girls can talk it out among yourselves.
• My non-existent book collection (uh, all thirteen books) will be given to my best buddy Jelady Anne "Jelapi" Bandola. She can keep it, as if she has never read them a million times.
• My gang of shoes will be given to people, who have said "Cute shoes!", more than ten times.Since my older sister Ate Cuky has no knack for sneakers, she won't count as an heir to my funky dirty footwear. My favorite Pink-flower printed VANS sneakers will be given to Jelapi again, this is because I can not imagine another kid who'll wear it like a crazed, fun loving beki. My kitty printed sneakers will be in possession of Trisha Cerdeña, one of my superclose friends who I practically grew up with. She'll enjoy the sneakers. ÜMy black graffiti flats will be given to Roxanne Tan. She said they were cute, so there, I will leave them to her, if the pair is torned and ripped by the time I die, I will still give it to her. Cute pala ha. Hehe.
  
• My cellphone, if not yet stolen or broken or pawned, will be given to my sister Ate Cuky. It's originally hers anyway. Haha!
  
• All my social-networking sites accounts and blogs (Twitter, Tumblr, Formspring, Blogspot, Facebook) will be left untouched. Those are my thoughts, my expressions that will die with me (OA) Ü NO more tweeting in the next life, how sad.
• My favorite black pedal pushers will be given to Trisha again, we have the same fit. Don't we, Trish?
  
• My two pair of nonprescription eyeglasses will be given to Leah Regina Vasquez. She was asking for them the other night, close to even stealing them but there, girl, you just need my death to have them. Haha!
  
• My crazy and dirty, scotch-taped, magazine clippings clad binder will be given to Jelapi again. She and I share the same "find, cut, paste" antics.
• All my clothes will be donated except my favorite black pedals (mentioned above to be given to Trisha) and my favorite black OKFM t-shirt which I will have with me in my grave as well.
  
• My old folder of guitar chords and lyrics will be given to our guitar-obsessed neighbor 12 year-old Shaira Molto, most simply known as Jawo in the hood. Ü I bet she's all "Orianthi" by then. But now, she's ---okay, next testament. haha!
• My Brazil mini-lanyard will be with me in my grave. If I die before the 2014 Brazil World Cup, I will return to earth as a ghost and scare the shit out of all of Team Brazil's opponents. Brasil é equipa para ganhar o bebê, 2014 campeões da Copa do Mundo!
• My pile of rubble aka my journal, notes, stories, poems, whatevers, will be with me in my grave as well.
  
• All the possession i left unmentioned will be with my parents and my sister. They know what do with it. Ü
  

i am super duper ecstatic because Kaka said a big HELLO to the Philippines!
I know it may sound petty to some but you know what they say, for the supporters, every small thing done by their favorites all count. Ü

Coolness, Kaka!

i fell for a guy who does not know what he wants.

COLOR MY LIFE WITH THE CHAOS OF TROUBLE.

Movie Weekend Ü

• The Parent Trap (oh, LiLo you were an adorable kid, wtf happened to you.)
  
• Rogue (rule of the thumb: just stay at home to avoid being the snack of a freakin' 80 feet croc)
  
• House of Wax (again, just stay at home, be on Tumblr to avoid getting killed by a pyscho wax loving dude)
  
• Angels and Demons (a person's life is more important than any belief)
• Transformers (buy your cars from a second hand dealership, might stumble on Bumblebee)
  
• My Girl (just sweet Ü miss Macaulay Culkin)
• Planet of the Apes (More of Mark Wahlberg, please)
  
• The Covenant (flirting with a powerful and good looking warlock is both exciting and a SUICIDE)
• Species 2 (Sex + Aliens= grotesque images lol)
• Blade 3 (Ryan Reynolds please shave.)
  
• Step Up 2: The Streets (Moose is a sick dancer!)
  
• War of the Worlds (flop and fail)
  
• Fast and Furious 4 (wohoooo Paul Walker! hot!)
  
• Enchanted (lol I don't sing and dance)
  
• My Bloody Valentine (so much for February 14th, now that's too much red all over lol)
  
• 8 Below (i cried and cried, the Huskies are the most amazing dogs ever! huhu!)
  

Cheery!

Grown Ups doesn't get more hilarious than these!

i absolutely adore all Adam Sandler films. They are, well, hilarious. Ü And this one, though already premiered worldwide (but still not shown here in our dear province of Albay. what's new?) will definitely be weeks of laugh fest! Imagine Sandler, James, Schneider (i most definitely love Ula from 50 First Dates, lol) Rock and Spade in one film. Oh yeah! RIOT! hahaha!

Here's the trailer of Grown Ups. Ü enjoy.



wtf.rofl.lmfao.lmfvo.

RICARDO IZECSON DOS SANTOS LEITE
KAKA

Less words. Meet the hottest football player on Earth.

family guy.
Man of God.

fierce midfielder.

awesome playmaker.

All in All Mr. Nice Guy
on top of it all: ONE SMOKIN' HOT DUDE. (wolf whistle)



LESS TALK. Ü

Post World Cup Fever.
Crushing on him since he was 22 and he is still hot as ever.
BRAZIL for the 2014 World Cup!
Te amo!

Playing in the Rain Always Gets Me High.

I woke up hogging the blanket from my sister who is snoring away in the next bed. It’s cold as Antarctica. You might say I am overreacting on the simile I used but considering the fact that Legazpi City, Philippines has been one big oven for, i dunno, the past half year, you’d probably nod your head in affirmation.

So, first thought in mind: the climate is super tempting me to stay at home and sleep some more then later enjoy a bowl of champorado, lotsa coffee, and buns.

on second thought: Yeah, right. I got work today.

Cheery ( sarcasm written all over my face*)

I MISS RAINY DAYS OF YESTERDAY.

When i was eight, every time it rains, it was a no-brainer that I would go out with my friends and play with water guns, then proceed to making freakin’ sandcastles from the next door neighbor’s mound of gravel for construction. Haha. Playing outdoors is extra exciting. Those were the days.

In high school, we enjoy the usual class suspension every time the storm signal escalates to #2. Those days were usually spent at home,watching non stop Movie Channels, pigging out on anything junk, then fall asleep in a while because your pillow was suddenly calling your name.Those were the days.

Rainy days in college are even better. Though there are not much suspension of classes in college, hell, it was an adventure going to school, trip walking through the puddles of mud, battling fast vehicles and their amazing display of flood splashes, Haha! Boy, THAT IS HELL FUN, HELL cussworthy if you get soaked. Laugh trip with buddies seem to outshine the dark clouds. Plus, time to strut those fun and colorful jackets and sweatshirts!

Rainy days, rainy days. I always say how i hate the dark cast overhead, how the gloomy weather upsets me, but then again, you know, Rainy days are actually sunny days—-cuz they are happy days when people just remember the times when they were kids and just go back to what use to be good.

Cheery! :)

-hellokreesa

Isn't it IRONIC? Dontcha think?

Today is suppose to be one of the most exciting days of the month, since we are all busy getting ready for our company outing here at Bonheur Marketing. Well, I didn’t think I was gonna suck up to this:

Got some major bad news. And I just crumbled with it.

My mom’s having health complications. Her blood sugar is at abnormal rate, and with my mom’s condition, it gotten worse. :(

Yesterday, as I walk home, I unusually felt uneasy, as if something’s awfully and I mean, awfully wrong. And I was right. When i got home last night, I was succumbed to news that both my sister Ate Cuky and my mom, went to the doctor, to have their check-up. My sister’s got some weird skin disease whilst my mom is to be confined for observation. Sigh* Worst than the helluva of money we need to sustain both of their medications, well, the thought of my dear sib and mama in pain and in those conditions broke my heart. I cried. Hell, i haven’t cried in months. :(

So this is my battle plan. I will do whatever it takes to make sure they will be okay. I will step aside my petty little needs and give every cent of my earnings to them (as if I don’t do that) Make sure they keep those smiles in their faces. Make sure they don’t stress. Cool it mama and Ate, Pops and I are here, and hell, we can do this.

We rock, don’t we, fam?

Faith.

-hellokreesa