To me is a no. People at school bought Ryan's Artillery logo tee's, and then wore it the day RIGHT after. I remember seeing Kuya Ryan doing business during the PAPIA meeting, and then yesterday, I see 5+ people wearing the shirts, all at the same time, all on the same day. WONNNDERFULLLLL. Hahaha. Just remember who picked it up first (:
Especially you, douchebag. Don't eff with my sister. Trust me, she doesn't bite off you. Who wants to bite off of you? Sure, some of your fits are cute, but just cos you rocked the high-waisted shorts "first" at school doesn't mean my sister bit off of you. That ish started in what, like the 60's? Besides, IMO, my "fat ass" little sister looks better in them than you anyway. So don't go around throwing dirty looks and talking ish about people when you have nothing good to say about yourself.
Hm. I need to go to the Post Office to pick up my jeans. Haha.
20 March 2008
Spring Break
Now that my cousin's here, it's been a little more hellish. She's been here for a day, and I still can't stand my parents. Or my sister. Parents putting me on lockdown even more and expecting more from me every minute Nina's been here. For stupid things, too!
Right we got home frompicking Nina up from the airport, we went upstairs to my room. It was crowded with family; my sister, my brother, my two younger cousins, Nina, and I. I said, "You rugrats need to leave, Nina and I need to have 'story time.'" Kayla says, "me too?" I told her yes, and she gives me hella attitude as she leaves. Then she tells my parents whom are in their room getting ready to leave to work, and my mom calls me into her room. She lectures me for about 15 minutes or so, telling me how I can not neglect Kayla and that I have to include her in everything. Freakin', yea right.
I ate lunch today, knowing that Kayla and Nina didn't wanna eat yet. So I went downstairs and made myself chicken and rice, then ate some cereal afterwards. My dad decides to call and ask if we (Nina, Kayla and I) have eaten already. I explain to him that I ate already, and they haven't. Then he tells me that regardless if they weren't hungry, that I should have waited until they were hungry and eaten together with them. Wtf. Seriously?
Whatever.
Salt Creek Rec. was pretty chill yesterday.. Flaming on guys at the skatepark, walking to the playground and talking to Karl, wishing he was there with me. Then going back to the building and getting owned with Nina by two 7 year olds at pool, TWICE! Haha, good times, good times.
As for those Rock and Republics. She finally recieved the MO! I am so unbelievably happy. She's sending them out tomorrow. Oh man. I'm extra excited for these to come in. I'll put up pictures when I recieve them (:
Right we got home frompicking Nina up from the airport, we went upstairs to my room. It was crowded with family; my sister, my brother, my two younger cousins, Nina, and I. I said, "You rugrats need to leave, Nina and I need to have 'story time.'" Kayla says, "me too?" I told her yes, and she gives me hella attitude as she leaves. Then she tells my parents whom are in their room getting ready to leave to work, and my mom calls me into her room. She lectures me for about 15 minutes or so, telling me how I can not neglect Kayla and that I have to include her in everything. Freakin', yea right.
I ate lunch today, knowing that Kayla and Nina didn't wanna eat yet. So I went downstairs and made myself chicken and rice, then ate some cereal afterwards. My dad decides to call and ask if we (Nina, Kayla and I) have eaten already. I explain to him that I ate already, and they haven't. Then he tells me that regardless if they weren't hungry, that I should have waited until they were hungry and eaten together with them. Wtf. Seriously?
Whatever.
Salt Creek Rec. was pretty chill yesterday.. Flaming on guys at the skatepark, walking to the playground and talking to Karl, wishing he was there with me. Then going back to the building and getting owned with Nina by two 7 year olds at pool, TWICE! Haha, good times, good times.
As for those Rock and Republics. She finally recieved the MO! I am so unbelievably happy. She's sending them out tomorrow. Oh man. I'm extra excited for these to come in. I'll put up pictures when I recieve them (:
18 March 2008
What a Cutie.
DAH, I hope she recieves the money order I sent. How unwise of me to not pay a little extra on tracking and confirmation. Well wtf, I'm still getting to know this process. Just hopefully, she'll get it before Thursday. If not, I'm gonna be mad disappointed that I spent so much, well not that much, but money doesn't come by me that much, and didn't get anything materially out of it. At least I'll be smarter about it next time. Silly Deaj, just use an extra few dollars for tracking and confirmation so you're sure that it got to the other person safely!
So, Karl Nikolai Orotea is his name. He is my boyfriend. My boy. My bestfriend. My lover. I tell him anything and everything. Especially how words cannot describe how grateful I feel that God has blessed me with him.
He has stuck with me, regardless of my moods and stupidity. He understands me, and he's always there to listen. Wah, he helps me realize the positive and negative for my own good. Karl calms me down with just words when my parents piss me off like crazy.
Oh, but I how I miss his touch. How he would look me straight in the eyes, rub his nose softly against mine, make me giggle a little bit, then kiss me. Bathrooms, dressing rooms, living rooms on couches, and cars.
How I miss all of those memories, but I can't lie. I do fantasize of what will happen the next time him and I will see each other again. And that will definitely be on tour. No, it's not nasty, you freaks, lol. More romantic than nasty. But they're my fantasies for a reason, so I won't get into detail. It kind of excites me though; I can't wait until some of SD meets him. Especially the Asians like Aleli and Kuya Ryan, and Chamber Strings haha.
By the way, Hello, Karl. I know you're reading this. I love you so much.
"the best lovers are those capable of loving from a distance, far enough to allow the person to grow, but never too far to feel the love deep within your being." -Albert Einstein
So, Karl Nikolai Orotea is his name. He is my boyfriend. My boy. My bestfriend. My lover. I tell him anything and everything. Especially how words cannot describe how grateful I feel that God has blessed me with him.
He has stuck with me, regardless of my moods and stupidity. He understands me, and he's always there to listen. Wah, he helps me realize the positive and negative for my own good. Karl calms me down with just words when my parents piss me off like crazy.
Oh, but I how I miss his touch. How he would look me straight in the eyes, rub his nose softly against mine, make me giggle a little bit, then kiss me. Bathrooms, dressing rooms, living rooms on couches, and cars.
How I miss all of those memories, but I can't lie. I do fantasize of what will happen the next time him and I will see each other again. And that will definitely be on tour. No, it's not nasty, you freaks, lol. More romantic than nasty. But they're my fantasies for a reason, so I won't get into detail. It kind of excites me though; I can't wait until some of SD meets him. Especially the Asians like Aleli and Kuya Ryan, and Chamber Strings haha.
By the way, Hello, Karl. I know you're reading this. I love you so much.
"the best lovers are those capable of loving from a distance, far enough to allow the person to grow, but never too far to feel the love deep within your being." -Albert Einstein
17 March 2008
Love vs. Love pt III
I'm living a life of disappointment. Although I have accomplished a lot today, first very first day of Spring Break, I cannot fathom how many times I have felt as though I've been slapped in the face in the past week, the past month, the past 3 months.
I can't believe I'm still able to tolerate this.
If I haven't already said the wrong thing called my opinion, I have taken a "shortcut" and done a chore wrong or halfway, or treated someone with disrespect, inconsideration, and condescendingly.
I'm constantly being told I'm wrong, and that I'm not doing anything right. I'm not perfect. I'm not the perfect person, daughter, girlfriend, friend, student, violist, standpartner, sister, cousin, writer, musician, athlete, dancer, follower, or leader that I wish I was.
But I still believe that my life is in God's hands, and that this is His plan. Even as much as in the moment, I'd wished for physical pain, than dagger-like words leaving me fucked up. The temptation to take away the emotional agony and replace it with loss of blood, or some sort of physical suffering.
Read between the fucking lines.
Words hurt.
I can't believe I'm still able to tolerate this.
If I haven't already said the wrong thing called my opinion, I have taken a "shortcut" and done a chore wrong or halfway, or treated someone with disrespect, inconsideration, and condescendingly.
I'm constantly being told I'm wrong, and that I'm not doing anything right. I'm not perfect. I'm not the perfect person, daughter, girlfriend, friend, student, violist, standpartner, sister, cousin, writer, musician, athlete, dancer, follower, or leader that I wish I was.
But I still believe that my life is in God's hands, and that this is His plan. Even as much as in the moment, I'd wished for physical pain, than dagger-like words leaving me fucked up. The temptation to take away the emotional agony and replace it with loss of blood, or some sort of physical suffering.
Read between the fucking lines.
Words hurt.
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