i need rest

this week is really exhausting. the practices, the backdrop plus the media project... and we have saturday classes. how could it get any better than that?

i'm just glad we're done shooting for the heroism commercial. we did it awhile ago in nica's house where some of my groupmates and other people brought kids and party needs.

heh. i want to sleep. i'm not at home, i'm in fcm, wasting my 15 bucks. after the project we (exclusing my sis) went to SMF to buy my sister's gift. she wants a pink knapsack. and she wrote it down in detail:

dos: illustrazio, hawk gear, adidas, nike, accel...
don'ts: cose, heartstrings...

ok. that's really demanding but whatever, it's her birthday anyway.
can't wait to go to college.

i'll share a sad story to you. mannie sent it to me through text last night and i couldn't stop crying.

there was a boy who was given a puppy as a birthday gift. time passed by and he now has a wife and a baby. the dog is still faithfully with him. one day when he left for work, his wife asked him why he left their baby alone. the husband said he left it under the dog's care. the wife was furious. she hurriedly went back to their house to check. on the doorway she saw the dog, mouth filled with blood. she freaked out and eventually killed the dog out of anger. when she came to check her baby, she saw it sleeping peacefully in the crib, a dead snake lying beside it.

ok, now... awwwww.
=( T_T

the flying spaghetti monster

if you have doubts with your belief, enlighten yourself with pasta and meatballs and get to know the flying spaghetti monster!

we had our cl day awhile ago. we did a praise and worship session which was really fun, except that i can't jump because my knee is still acting like a real bitch, no it's a beeyotch. no again, i insist on calling it a bumble bitch because it's hurting like a bee sting. not really, whatever i'll just call anyone i hate a bumble bitch.

after recess we had this facilitating thing where we're grouped with the other levels. what i found amusing was three of us in our group are non-catholics. hehe.

then came the event that i've been trying to think over and over if i can do it or not. i'm really more of a keyboardist, an inferior keyboardist, but not a guitarist, and most especially not an electric guitarist. it was my first time to actually play on an electric guitar. at first it seemed wrong, coz i'm not yet used to it but then i have to get used to it because, i don't know. hehe.

during our last run in the podium, i felt good (but still shy). i was thinking a lot of what the hypercritics. i am not good, seriously. i just know how to play, but i'm not good.

oo na.

there is someone in our batch whom i despise a lot. i'd like to call her the batch bitch.

she scowls at a good performance, destructively criticizes everything that she won't gain from and is a certified attention-seeker.

karma will surely get back on me for this.

no room for procastination

but look at what i'm doing. great.
i'm not yet in the mood to do my homeworks, i somehow believe that being driven is part of becoming focused, and i don't have a drive with my schoolworks... like, who has?

no room for procastination - no.1 in my new year's resolution. i keep on delaying things... the next thing i knew i'm alreeady sprawled on my bed dreaming of ghastly scenes (because i forgot to pray)...

quit nail biting - is no.2. it's a really nasty habit that i've been trying to avoid ever since i practically discovered that my nails look horrible in colored nail polish. go figure.

i keep on reminding myself that Henry Sy graduated from FEU. it sort of became a consolation thought to me who will recieve two rejection letters in the following month. if all else fails, try the failsafe.

tomorrow is the preliminary defense of our investigatory project. we met awhile ago to discuss certain matters. i was both nervous and excited... nervous that i will stutter and fidget and not finish any sensible sentence at all. excited because we're supposed to do a sales-talk... by which we are to convince the teacher that our product is not trash and that you are making the right descision of buying it.
you see, i like sales-talking... especially when you really get to convince the consumer to buy the product.

i am still thinking if i should write an appeal to ADMU. sounds like a desperada, i know... but i haven't passed anything yet. if UP is meant for me, they can just throw my appeal and move on... but if it is not in God's will for me to pass my dream university, i have my fingers crossed on my appeal.

but if the western stroke of luck didn't come my way, FEU will surely bring me the news that will make my day.

as i have been trying to embedd on my stubborn head, it doesn't matter where you graduated from. it's your ABILITY to survive life and make the right decisions that count.

anyway, not everything that counts can be counted.

i haven't done my comex 13 yet. about the difficulties and joys of being young.
i mean, you could be young and free but at the same time young and stupid.
you might have unlimited actions but that also means you are prone to make unlimited mistakes too.
being young is something we look back on when we're old. just like how we look forward to grow old and successful now that we're young.

life can get distractingly ironic.

on to the rough side of life

i failed twice.
i feel so depressed but i have to get over it quick before i acquire suicidal tendencies. LoL, i might even scratch myself to death with the blunt edge of my parlor hair clips. fortunately, i don't want to die yet. not with the reason of failing an entrance exam not once, but twice (and who knows if it repeats for the third time). that is just too shallow for me to end my freakin' life.

anyhow, who cares if i don't pass? like inez said (or tagged), it doesn't make me a lesser person. i know God has bigger plans for me (and my dearest karlita). we just have to wait.

for the meantime, i am consoling myself with the thoughts of going to FEU-fern and be successful like Henry Sy and Lucio Tan. They weren't the most oustanding students in their classes but they made a very big impact in our economy today. who knows what awaits me who has failed a lot? or rather, me who has experienced a generous amount of failures? have pity on me Lord.

mom treated me to starbucks anyway so i'm sort of relieved. i told you, coffee is VERY therapeutic in my case.

it's my fault i failed. i didn't study well, my grades sucked and i'm not focused on my goals. i've learned my lesson.

meet the new arianne.
still the internet junkie that she is but is promising to be a more focused student from now on. it's never too late for changes you know.

ang saklap naman nito. wala parin akong pinapasahan.