Those books are pretty, and very, uh, interesting. I saw the Knight In Shining Armor left above the TV last night. And must I love the urge to read it? I didn't though. Mom was in the house. I won't risk plotting my own death, I may be a book whore but I'm not stupid, damn it. One thing I despise about the books, though, are the covers. Can't they be any more...embarrassing? Some of them have those sensual-looking male and female painting-like covers. Ew much? I know that a picture is worth a thousand words, but heck comes to worst, I'd prefer the thousand words that depicts the story rather than see the pictures. One of the better-looking covers, one that actually looked like a normal book, had a weird notion for tearing itself up. Yeah, you got that right. The cover got torn away from the book. Isn't that saying something? I guess not.
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I'm up really early today, but I'm not painting. I dare to forget the Baguio thing? They were having a, what do you call that, exhibit. Yeah, my instructors were going to or is having an exhibit at Baguio. Opening is, was, April 29. Yesterday, Sunday. And somehow there's a follow up, May 1. Tomorrow? I guessed they were not there. Ah, but, I have a secret. I was just really, truly, lazy. I didn't want to paint today, I wanted to read from fiction press. And write my own chapter too.
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Harlot.
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Kidding.
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Anyway, my Jesus. Yesterday I sat in front of the laptop and wrote Stalker. And if you're my friend, I'd kill you for not looking at it. Click HERE HEREHERE HERE HERE to get to it. I spent my day writing, just so you know. And I'm getting into it. No, idiot, it's nothing serious. I'm not a genius the way Leo is (Nino! On May 11!), and no, I'm not a fucking master like Isa is (Little Miss Mafia, update woman!). I'm just a little Bianca who (wait a minute, little? Hell.) found inspiration in the concept of SEP? Ew, do I really have nothing to do but engross myself in front of the PC? Anyway, well, I borrowed the concept of summer enrichments, and the damned AFC. I still can't believe I'm not AFC-ing. Hel-lo. I am seriously in dire need of a spot. Whatever sport, I need one. Heck. I need to lose the unwanted 10 pounds I gained. And my second sister (second as in next to me, and not from a different mother and/or father) is! What the hell is WRONG. It's the same thing, in heaven's name. But they think I'd be killing myself if I subject myself to lessons every day. And worst comes to worst, I'm not even CCA-ing. Sorry Isa! Hell no, damn it. It's because of a stupid, stupid Batangas get-away. The CCA thing starts today, ends on friday. 5 days for Php 7,800. I still think it's outrageous. Hell. But then again they're providing everything so it's worth it. But then the Batangas outing was scheduled for tomorrow! And I'm going to miss two classes, which would probably have me wasting Php 1,560 per day, and a total of P 3,120. Forgive the Math oddities if it's wrong. That's some mental Math for you, I'm too tired to even open the calculator. Still the same, it's one heck of a price to lose.
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I can kill right now. I can very well kill the people who invented the calendar and rid me of my freedom. Are those the Romans? Who cares. Whatever. Rot in hell, smack that y'all. Rot in hell!
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Oh yeah, guess what I saw on the newspapers yesterday? Yep, got that right. The Search for the Next Doll winner. (I know, lame, sorry, with all the other girls singing uh, oh, and ah, and they have the nerve to have a next uh, oh, ah-er.) She's Asia. The girl's part Filipina if you care to know. Yay, go Pinoy pride. She's half-Filipina, fourth American, and fourth another. I can't remember. Booster, Filipinos all over the world. But then again, the first runner up, Melissa R, is pure Filipina. She hails from Baliuag, Bulacan. All hail Filipinos. If I were her, I'd kill. A chance to skyrocket to fame lost by an inch. Heh.
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Nicole's apparently embarking on a solo career. And what would that leave the PSD with? Ooh, Ahs, and Uh-huhs. Yep, next album you're buying you'll get groans and nods. Awesome. Like hell. I, for one, actually like their songs. I mean, I love the album. Them and the BEP. They're one of the few groups who actually pay attention to their music. Every song from their albums are deserving to get an award. None of those I-need-a-song-and-you'll-do songs (Ehem, Jesse McCartney. No offense, I still adore his eyes and croaning voice.). Anyway, well, what the eff happened to the Sugababes? Seriously, what's with the name?
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Anyway, I'm off to go to Megamall. Arianne's having her skating, again. The kid has her own frigging skates! I'm overly jealous. Seriously. :| It's so HOT. I swear I'm taking up skating. And football. Hell. =)) And Migo's having his OT after, so I don't get to hang out for long. I'm paying Arianne's, uh, tuition. Then I'm off to Starbucks. No, I'm not a Starbucks whore. (That's both fortunate and unfortunate, depending if you're a Maan or an Isa. Isa's a Starbucks whore, Maan sees the light of the unfairness of the price. And whatever, I need the WiFi. Yes, my WiFi is fixed, I think.) If it's not working, I'll write a new chapter. Hell, yes. =)) If it is, I'll read some more of the stuff from fiction press.
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I have news. HELL. HELL. HELL. Guess the fuck what! Remember the models I was telling you about? Louis Prades and Mariya Markina? THEY HAVE XANGA ACCOUNTS. Can you kill me now or not? I'm in blissful heaven! They're real people! Yay me! I left comments on their posts. Which, unfortunately, are all about not eating. WTF. Even Louis Prades is writing about being anorexic! And he's male!!! What the. I don't know if I should smack them and kick them squarely on their shins, or pity them. 114 is so not sickening (as Mariya deliberately put it), it's fucking thin. She's 5'11! I'd kill to not be 139 pounds. (Yes, I'm that heavy now.) I'm going to be 128 in two weeks. If I don't, I swear to God I'll be doing the treadmill. I can't lose any more than those 11 pounds, maybe I can, I think I can bear to lose 19 more pounds. 118 is the lightest possible healthy weight for 5'7 girls (Again, Mariya, you're 5'11"!), and I have measured my height once again. When I was 5'7", I was the same height as our refrigerator. Not, I'm taller than that. And per inch, one must increase by 2.2 pounds, I think. So, I'd be allowed till 120.2? Anyway, whatever. If I get that lucky, I'll jump for joy. I'm not eating much. Diet, will you. Okay, smack myself mentally. Click the following to prove my point: Louis Prades and Mariya Markina. Kill me. They're real people now.
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I still adore them. They are lovely people. As well as Valentina Zelyaeva and Anna Mariya Urazhevskaya. They're frigging awesome. They're the same level as Natasha Poly, I think. They're top models for hell's name! =))