I`m yours.

1:31 AM
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AKLSJHFDGIDYERAIUWJDKS I AM GONNA DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE.

Oh wait, i'm already dying.

BUT I WANNA READ IT ASDKJHASFGASHKDJASH I WOULD DO ANYTHING EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK.

Okay, am I better now?

Nope.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKK.


I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT

Am I done? No. But I won't say that a hundred times again. I'll run out of vocal chords. xD

kjhgbkjiughbnas. BONES BONES BONES BONES.

MGA BUTO MGA BUTO MGA BUTO. =)))))))))))))))

JASKJDFHASDF.

I'm not making anymore sense, am I? Oh pshaww, I don't care. HAMANA. Phletamgah. Asdfghjkl. Habapatubaadubadubaduba.

I WANT THIS SO BADLY. I've already read the first three books, though I don't own them, so I want those too.

Oh yeah: BONES OVER HAWK. Forever.

I know she's not reading this, but stell. =))))

JARGHHH. WHY CAN'T I GET MY UNCLE FROM US TO BUY THIS? IT'S NOT LIKE WE'LL HAVE TO PAY OVER $20 FOR FOUR BOOKS, AND IT'S NOT LIKE IT'S A DSi. JAPUTS.

Okay, Im'ma wallow in my grief over this now. Gah, I just wish I could pop up in America, buy it, then pop back here in the Philippines. Maybe the reason why is because who will get it there, and they don't want to bother them obbr drr, but I still want it badly. SO. FREAKING. BADLY.

Killing myself, lalalalala~

Labels: books, drabbles, random, rants

1:24 AM
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Ahh...

Today was enrollment day. I needed new uniforms, so I had to come with. It was pretty boring; I read half the time. And fast, since we were early.

But seeing those concrete roads... well, let's just say I felt sentimental once more.



After the last time I saw my school (March... 16?), the next time I saw it was my brother's graduation. I had my iPod with me at that time, and I was in major shuffle mode. I had a playlist, and one song (Have You Ever by Brandy) hit a soft spot in me.

It was played in our English class for an exercise, and I was extremely curious of it, so I downloaded it. I keep forgetting to remove it from that playlist... but I guess I kept it there for sentiment's sake.

I'm still removing it the first chance I get.:))

Moving on, I was in this sort of daze, because while they were doing the ceremony, I was staring outside. I noticed how LaSalle looked more peaceful in the moonlight. I stared at the road by the theatre, and felt that I missed my friends even more. We would run away from the canteen, trying to hide from our friend. We would walk there, munching on whatever we bought. We would walk slowly and take our time on our way to the Grade 6 assembly area.

And it kind of hurt me to see it again, to be on that same road, knowing that the next time that I'll be there as a student, everything will be different. We'll be seventh graders, we'll be in different sections, we'll be mature (I hope.xD)... we won't be the way we are anymore. At least, not the way it was.

Good times now gone.

A few songs later, Kelly Clarkson's Breakaway filled my ears. I reflected on how this affected my G6C0809 life.

I knew exactly how. My new friends helped me break away from my cold shell before. I was always a loner; I could be considered a loser, or whatever. But my new friends (++my new favorite section) helped me out of my shell to be a more... fun person than I was before. They helped me breakaway—break away from all the things that didn't seem to be me, but was my cold hard shell.

Moving on to today's events, while I was staring out the road, after getting out of accounting, Tim McGraw by Taylor Swift was playing. I knew by heart that this was about a summer that seemed to last forever—but the thing is, it didn't last forever.

It's like how I felt about this year (except, of course, this wasn't just a summer). I wanted it to last forever—but isn't forever a lie? Nothing does last forever, not even life. Life fades away. Some things in life weren't meant to last forever, and that school year, though unforgettable, can't last forever either, though I wished it had.

I just wish I could turn back time. That way, I would've spent more time with my friends. This upcoming year, most of us'll be separated—and in my experience, I can feel that some friendships will fade.

Or will they?

Labels: bobb familyy, Bobbyloolahh, brandy, drabbles, kelly clarkson, memories, songs, taylor swift

9:38 PM
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Changed my blog layoutt. This`ll be the last book I`ll review. Well, I`m just saying, the next will be a looong time from now. Srsly. This took me days.

Oh, and special shoutout to my friend JAN ALDRILE P. SABILI, for it's her birthday a few days ago. Belated happy birthday, dear ole Bob/Wormy/Boob. You have finally reached old-ness-hood. xD

Moving on.

Okay, I said I would read Shopaholic and Sister, but when I recently got my copy of Ransom My Heart by Mia Thermopolis/Meg Cabot, I just had to read it. Screw my last announcement; this will be my book.

And I just finished it yesterday.

GAH I LOVE ITTT.:x

Where was I? Oh, right, the spoilers.:-j

It starts with Finnula Crais in trouble—I mean, when is she not in trouble? She's one heck of a trouble maker, but she's pretty cool, with the nevermissing aim, and the red hair, and the stunning gray eyes.:-j

Anyway, the real story starts when Mellana, her only unwed sister, says that she's late. Oh, what's late? That means she's freaking pregnant. BABY BOOM, BABY! Gah. But she spent her dowry on gowns, trinkets, and useless shit. I mean, seriously. I`d be honest—yes, I'd spend my money on things, but not gowns. Seriously. That's plan stupidity.

Oh yeah—good luck with her, Jack Mallory, you sly stupid dog. I mean, he is not even attractive.

I'm getting off track again. Shutting up about Jack Mallory's not-big... everything.>:))

OKAY SRSLY SHUTTING UP.

Aaaaaanyyways, before I rudely talked about a stupid minstrel, so Finn needed to catch someone Mel can hold ransom and get money, blahh blahh blahh, so Finn went. And she found our handsome seventh earl of Stephensgate, Hugo Geoffrey Fitzstephen. Dashing blonde. But he called himself Hugh Fitzwilliam so it won't give away that he's the earl of their freaking town.

So they travel together, blah blah blah, a few kisses here and there, add an emerald to Finnula, and BAM. They smut.:-j Smexeeeh.

Not going into details, they journeyed and journeyed until they got to Stephensgate. When they do get to Stephensgate, Finnula gets the shock of her life. BAM he's actually her ex-husband's son.

BAM BAM BAM.

So... where was I? Oh, right. Finnula was accused of killing said earl, due to the fact that after they wed, he died the same day. It was never proved that she killed him, and he didn't, so Hugo proposed to her.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(forgive me. I cannot summon more Es or more !s, as Ms. Thermopolis can. Well, I don`t blame her, she has Michael Moscovitz. :( Ohwells, at least I own him in my vivid imagination... \m/)

She`s not a marry-me type of person, so at first, she didn't agree, but then, Hugo convinced her. Not going into details, she agreed. With a bit of annoyed feeling, but agreed, nevertheless.

THEY SUBCONSCIOUSLY LOVE EACH OTHER. DO NOT BE FOOLED BY THEIR IDIOCY.

It was kinda funny, because during their honeymoon night, Hugo gave wine away for them to leave him and Finnula alone, yet they still watched them. Not going into details, it was hilarious. He threw money everywhere to leave them alone, even if the deed was done.

What deed? Naive person, you came to the wrong place. How did you stumble into my definitely-not-innocent blog? Gah.

Continuing.

They have this celebration of this HUMONGOUS bonfire, burning all of Lord Geoffrey, Finnula`s dead husband, stuff. At first, Hugo was against it, but he saw an opportunity.

To burn Finnula's braies.:))

Srsly, that`s just sexist. WHY CAN`T THEY WEAR WHAT MEN WEAR? I don't blame Finnula for calling him a bastard.

OH! There had been tw0 attempts on Killing Lord Hugo. And no, it is not for sexism, nor was it me who did it. If it was, I would be hanged by now. Then BAM an arrow hit him.

And oh! *le gasp* as it was Finnula`s arrow that hit him! :o

That stupid ass of a squire blamed her, just because Finn called Hugo a bastard for burning her braies! Even if Hugo ! Srsly, as sexist as it (the burning) may be, I don`t believe Finn could be that degrading. She's actually the best Crais sister—no offense to... er, Camilla, Patricia, Bryann (or something like that), and I forgot the last one(:">), and I don`t care about freaking Mellana; she got knocked up, used up her dowry for useless shit, and made Finn pay for it. And her choice in men is distasteful. Gah, I wanna kill her—for me, I mean, but still. I don't think she'd stoop that low for braies. She could get new ones.

I srsly hate that stupid peace of rotten ass that Hugo calls his 'squire'. Srsly, where'd he find him, a gay bar? Wait, you actually have to have some spine for that. So maybe the dumpster?

Maybe.

Moving on, Sheriff John de Brissac was kind enough to take Finnula into his own home—no, you hoes, not that way—and be taken care of his mother. Okay, the sheriff`s pretty cool and all, but seriously. He still lives with his mother? He's a grown man, psh.

Moving on.

So Finn ventures (when she realized Jamie was kidnapped) into the forest with Gros Louis, her hunting dog (which Mia named after Fat Louie, her cat. After all, Gros Louis is the French translation for Fat Louie) to the woods. *le gasp* Gee, that Isabella Laroche has some major grudge. She's murderous—but oh, she can't even do the killing on her own. So y`know, the murderous tendency leaves it to nothing.>:)

Moving on.

So while that stupid little git of a squire was being all traitorous, she fell into their trap, then—OH! HUGO RESCUES OUR DEAR OLE FAIR FINN.:-j

Then when he was about to kill the Laroches, not to mention that asshole ex-squire, and possibly an ex-dumpster boy, Finn stopped him and said not to kill them, and just come home with her and, in her words, 'love me as I love you'.

I swear I shivered at that part.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay. Squeals.>:)

Then, the epilogue was cool. She was roughly six, seven months pregnant and she could hold someone trapped by her arms like she did Hugo.

Hugo laughed it.

Overall, I super loved this. It's a historical romance—of course, it was like, the 1912's. I'm not surprised, though it's still fiction—which isn't my typical thing, it was nice to read. A breath of fresh air, if you may. But to be honest, at first, it was skittish, for the lack of a better word—I didn't know some of the meanings of the words—but I made it through and it was goood.

*wipes imaginary tear from eye*

Labels: books, meg cabot, mia thermopolis

8:13 PM
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Heyllooe my minions! *evil laugh*

Okay, I'm back! Wow, another blogg! Okay, whatever. I just blogged yesterday. Fuck it all. Whateeverr!

Here to blog about what I've just recently read.

Guess what it is, you half-wit, in case you don't freaking know what it is yet.:p

Just kidding, you freaks.

Confessions of a Shopaholic, the first book of the Shopaholic series, was pretty good. Ang shwet nung ending.:))

Well, so. Yeah. The second book, Shopaholic Takes Manhattan, was even better. So... twisted. Gah. I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY ALMOST BROKE UP! I freaking do not believe the shit they've been through, but GAHHH. Anyway, it ended up even sweeter than the first (if anyone could say that), but... I love both of them.

The third is even better.


So, as I was saying... it all started with Suze's own wedding. Suze, in case you are missing out on Sophie Kinsella's awesomeness not very acquainted with this series (Where have you been? Mars?), she's Becky Bloomwood's best friend. If you still don't know her, you're a foo`. Okay, too much strike outs. Must quit it.

Anyway, even if it's a nice wedding, I feel incest love between Suze and Tarquin. Even if they are supercaduper distant cousins. Okay, my brain is killing me with the strikeouts.

Luke (shame shame if you do not know who the superawesome Luke James Brandon. Gah, you gotta love him. Okay, going to shut up about my obsession with fictional characters now...) and Becky gets talking about marriage—so it was pretty awkward, so Becky said about being able to wait for ten... eight... five years (?) for marriage.

When it was Suze's reception already, she decided to throw the bouquet only to Becky, so, you know, it wasn't that obvious. Note my extreme sarcasm. So BAM there was an envelope in Suze's bouquet.

It was a ring. A mothereffing ring. GAH, must control my cussings. Not very ladylike. So, anyway...

I wonder if someone else caught the bouquet? Would Luke have proposed to her? Or worse, him?

Ramblings. Ah, I love them.

But anyway, Becky graciously accepted (though I am amused by her mother's reaction to the ring—screaming "Yes! Yessssss!" Well, at least Luke was very, very nice about it), and blah blah, they live happily ever after, right?

Hahah. Wrong-o.

First, Luke's cow of a mother planned a whole entire Plaza wedding (okay, maybe the wedding planner, Robyn, did, but that's not the point, is it?) without telling Becky—so ohwee, another wedding is planned at Oxshott. By her mother. And her family.

And gave them a prenup that really hurt Becky's feelings.

I don't blame the girl; Elinor, Luke's mother, can be such a bitch cow ... mean person sometimes a lot sometimes.

She cannot turn her mother down. But the Plaza wedding is so fantasy like it's like... wow. Out of her dreams. Sleeping Beauty theme, so yeah hella wha? WOW. :))

Oh, and did I mention Suze was pregnant? Yeah, it was hilarious, since she was having labor, and she was pressuring Becky to cancel the NY wedding so that she would give birth already.

Hah. A lot of good that did. A quick meeting with Robyn just assured that if she turned down that wedding, she's gone for good—she's going to have to pay a whole whopping $100,000 if she takes the Oxshott wedding as well. I would faint if that happened to me, in the unlikely circumstances I a) get married, and b) have a wedding at the Plaza in New York planned by an semi-evil mother in law and another one in Oxshott.

So is Ms. Bloomwood screwed? NO! She used her brains to get it together!

It was actually pretty awesome—no one ever found out that the reason why she was leaving her Plaza wedding early was to have another wedding at Oxshott—but technically, it wasn't another wedding, since they didn't do the exchange of rings, and Michael, their minister, didn't pronounce them husband and wife.

But no one was smart enough to notice. Well, one person knew...

Alicia Bitch Longlegs. (Hella no am I striking that. It looks awesome already.)

Except when Becky almost got screwed, Luke grabbed Alicia by the waist (? Beats me.) and placed her out the Plaza.

The Oxshott wedding went pretty swell too. The Becky B. thing was just so sweet....

Overall, in my opinion, this was a pretty good book. With all the chaos of a wedding, yet the sweetness was definitely there. Okay, it was pretty much only at the end, due to Luke's workaholicness. Seriously, they insult—or whatever—Becky for being a shopaholic, but at least she haves fun. Workaholics are definitely no fun. But, he made up for it.:]

Okay, basically, I'm done now. I'm on her next book, Shopaholic & Sister (If you want a picture of it, Google or Photobucket it, gah), and I like how it's going to end (I Wiki`d it. No harm done). YEAH GO BRANDONS!


P.S. No love to Alicia Bitch Longlegs. She doesn't deserve it.:p

Labels: books, sophie kinsella

2:32 AM
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Listening to The Best Day by Taylor Swift. Loveeee.

I don't want to do anything right now. Well, sorry if I don't want to.

I got my report card today. I simply cannot believe my art grade. 100?! I've been fretting like hellamallabalajamba for third term, even when I finished the damned project. Hella had me bent over killing myself over that art grade, and a-whoops—my art teacher decides to be kind. But she's been helling us up like GAAAAHHHHHHHHHH, even the ones who were doing their work as much as they can (some of my friends, and me, partially, but you know, I've been fretting like "OH MY SHEMAIIIIIIIIII" and shiz). I did my bookmark, but the rock thing wasn't that good, seriously.

So in short, my 100 does not make sense.

And nor does my parent's reaction to it, for there were exemption slips given with my grade. So, no absolute sense. They were already disappointed in me—I wouldn't get to do anything about it, but they already knew. So, what gives?

I'm going absolutely nuts right now. (Listening to Forever & Always by Taylor Swift. Now—You Found Me by The Fray.) Well, you can't blame me—I think anyone in the right mind would go freaking nuts. GAH. Srsly, my report card is taunting me—what have I ever done wrong to it? Except be its owner? My grades are high, thank you very much. The lowest grade you'll see there is 93. And this one absent is something I srsly don't remember. I've never been absent in that term... as far as I can remember. Well, at least, they know that I've never been late. It would be a conspiracy if I did—I've never, ever been late in my whole life.

Ever.

Okay. Less on my reportcardissues. And more on why-the-hell-is-my-brother-watching-Avatar. Okay, not on that too. (Listening to The Best Days Of Your Life by Kellie Pickler. I can sorta hear Taylor Swift in the background.)

I'm (not) going to shut up now.

I bought four books yesterday—Read My Lips (It's about a girl named Selena—or Serena? I don't remember—and she's deaf, but she can read lips, so she has a knack for getting gossip), That Summer (The only thing I'm missing from Sarah Dessen's novels—besides Along For the Ride, but that's not out yet), Airhead, and Ransom My Heart.

I'm really excited because I've been looking high and low for Ransom My Heart. It's by Mia Thermopolis, Meg Cabot's heroine in The Princess Diaries. Gah, I love that series, and from the excerpts I read out of Forever Princess. I super loved the book. Forever Princess, I mean. But I'm sure I'll love Ransom My Heart. Plus points? There's smut. Mmmm. =p~ xD

Currently, I'm reading Shopaholic Ties the Knot. I've read the first 2 books. It is awesome, not to mention Luke Brandon is... mmm. =p~ =)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

My fanfic now is Sexy Playgroup Dads, but I've been too distracted to read it, so I'm still reading it.

I'm just plurking now... talking with my plurk friends, such as Rie and Zee. It's nice to know that you can keep up with old friends and make new ones online.

So, other than that, I have absolutely nothing more to blog about, except on my whiny rants that I want the Night Huntress Series by Jeaniene Frost, not because it has smut and/or vampires, but because I like it. Gah.

Labels: drabbles, random, rants

10:59 PM
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Just a random thoughts blog...

Overall, I like this day. For the first half, I got to play LocoRoco in my PSP. Heheh, it's actually a pretty childish game, to be truthful (I learned it from the cousin who I seriously hate—but shh about that. ;]), but it's pretty fun. All with the tumbling little fat things and the weird flowers and the ugly Mojo-Moho-Mosomething. It's fuuuuun. @-)

Then, of course, I needed to use the internet. A day ain't that complete for me. Fo'Sho.

Fanfic: Fame and Fate. Status: In-Progress.

DAMN. I really want to read what is next for that shiz. ericastwilight is an awesome author—seriously, I love three of her stories: Fame and Fate (this, obviously), Up to Speed, and MY ALL TIME FAVORITE: Subject: Edward Cullen, A.K.A. the Womanizer.

Shizzle I love the Womanizer story. =p~

I pretty much typed and plurked (Elloe to my plurk friends, especially Rie and Zee.:]) most of the time, then had to turn off the internet. Woo go LocoRoco.B-)

Now I'm back—I'm currently reading The Office. And good grief, if this isn't smuttalicious, good grief, what is? It's by kyla713 & tby789. I quite need a break from the smuttaliciousness of it, so I'm reading What Happens in Hollywood by McCullen. It's turning out quite funny—Bella is oblivious. Very much, America's Sweetheart. ;)

Oh, and Bella blushed everytime sex is mentioned. It's quite funny, really. Or even when she thinks of it. I wouldn't call this malicious, but as the WHIH Rosalie Hale had pointed it out, it is quite funny. ;))

So...

Labels: drabbles, random

3:41 AM
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1:31 AM
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AKLSJHFDGIDYERAIUWJDKS I AM GONNA DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE.

Oh wait, i'm already dying.

BUT I WANNA READ IT ASDKJHASFGASHKDJASH I WOULD DO ANYTHING EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK.

Okay, am I better now?

Nope.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKK.


I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT

Am I done? No. But I won't say that a hundred times again. I'll run out of vocal chords. xD

kjhgbkjiughbnas. BONES BONES BONES BONES.

MGA BUTO MGA BUTO MGA BUTO. =)))))))))))))))

JASKJDFHASDF.

I'm not making anymore sense, am I? Oh pshaww, I don't care. HAMANA. Phletamgah. Asdfghjkl. Habapatubaadubadubaduba.

I WANT THIS SO BADLY. I've already read the first three books, though I don't own them, so I want those too.

Oh yeah: BONES OVER HAWK. Forever.

I know she's not reading this, but stell. =))))

JARGHHH. WHY CAN'T I GET MY UNCLE FROM US TO BUY THIS? IT'S NOT LIKE WE'LL HAVE TO PAY OVER $20 FOR FOUR BOOKS, AND IT'S NOT LIKE IT'S A DSi. JAPUTS.

Okay, Im'ma wallow in my grief over this now. Gah, I just wish I could pop up in America, buy it, then pop back here in the Philippines. Maybe the reason why is because who will get it there, and they don't want to bother them obbr drr, but I still want it badly. SO. FREAKING. BADLY.

Killing myself, lalalalala~

Labels: books, drabbles, random, rants

1:24 AM
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Ahh...

Today was enrollment day. I needed new uniforms, so I had to come with. It was pretty boring; I read half the time. And fast, since we were early.

But seeing those concrete roads... well, let's just say I felt sentimental once more.



After the last time I saw my school (March... 16?), the next time I saw it was my brother's graduation. I had my iPod with me at that time, and I was in major shuffle mode. I had a playlist, and one song (Have You Ever by Brandy) hit a soft spot in me.

It was played in our English class for an exercise, and I was extremely curious of it, so I downloaded it. I keep forgetting to remove it from that playlist... but I guess I kept it there for sentiment's sake.

I'm still removing it the first chance I get.:))

Moving on, I was in this sort of daze, because while they were doing the ceremony, I was staring outside. I noticed how LaSalle looked more peaceful in the moonlight. I stared at the road by the theatre, and felt that I missed my friends even more. We would run away from the canteen, trying to hide from our friend. We would walk there, munching on whatever we bought. We would walk slowly and take our time on our way to the Grade 6 assembly area.

And it kind of hurt me to see it again, to be on that same road, knowing that the next time that I'll be there as a student, everything will be different. We'll be seventh graders, we'll be in different sections, we'll be mature (I hope.xD)... we won't be the way we are anymore. At least, not the way it was.

Good times now gone.

A few songs later, Kelly Clarkson's Breakaway filled my ears. I reflected on how this affected my G6C0809 life.

I knew exactly how. My new friends helped me break away from my cold shell before. I was always a loner; I could be considered a loser, or whatever. But my new friends (++my new favorite section) helped me out of my shell to be a more... fun person than I was before. They helped me breakaway—break away from all the things that didn't seem to be me, but was my cold hard shell.

Moving on to today's events, while I was staring out the road, after getting out of accounting, Tim McGraw by Taylor Swift was playing. I knew by heart that this was about a summer that seemed to last forever—but the thing is, it didn't last forever.

It's like how I felt about this year (except, of course, this wasn't just a summer). I wanted it to last forever—but isn't forever a lie? Nothing does last forever, not even life. Life fades away. Some things in life weren't meant to last forever, and that school year, though unforgettable, can't last forever either, though I wished it had.

I just wish I could turn back time. That way, I would've spent more time with my friends. This upcoming year, most of us'll be separated—and in my experience, I can feel that some friendships will fade.

Or will they?

Labels: bobb familyy, Bobbyloolahh, brandy, drabbles, kelly clarkson, memories, songs, taylor swift

9:38 PM
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Changed my blog layoutt. This`ll be the last book I`ll review. Well, I`m just saying, the next will be a looong time from now. Srsly. This took me days.

Oh, and special shoutout to my friend JAN ALDRILE P. SABILI, for it's her birthday a few days ago. Belated happy birthday, dear ole Bob/Wormy/Boob. You have finally reached old-ness-hood. xD

Moving on.

Okay, I said I would read Shopaholic and Sister, but when I recently got my copy of Ransom My Heart by Mia Thermopolis/Meg Cabot, I just had to read it. Screw my last announcement; this will be my book.

And I just finished it yesterday.

GAH I LOVE ITTT.:x

Where was I? Oh, right, the spoilers.:-j

It starts with Finnula Crais in trouble—I mean, when is she not in trouble? She's one heck of a trouble maker, but she's pretty cool, with the nevermissing aim, and the red hair, and the stunning gray eyes.:-j

Anyway, the real story starts when Mellana, her only unwed sister, says that she's late. Oh, what's late? That means she's freaking pregnant. BABY BOOM, BABY! Gah. But she spent her dowry on gowns, trinkets, and useless shit. I mean, seriously. I`d be honest—yes, I'd spend my money on things, but not gowns. Seriously. That's plan stupidity.

Oh yeah—good luck with her, Jack Mallory, you sly stupid dog. I mean, he is not even attractive.

I'm getting off track again. Shutting up about Jack Mallory's not-big... everything.>:))

OKAY SRSLY SHUTTING UP.

Aaaaaanyyways, before I rudely talked about a stupid minstrel, so Finn needed to catch someone Mel can hold ransom and get money, blahh blahh blahh, so Finn went. And she found our handsome seventh earl of Stephensgate, Hugo Geoffrey Fitzstephen. Dashing blonde. But he called himself Hugh Fitzwilliam so it won't give away that he's the earl of their freaking town.

So they travel together, blah blah blah, a few kisses here and there, add an emerald to Finnula, and BAM. They smut.:-j Smexeeeh.

Not going into details, they journeyed and journeyed until they got to Stephensgate. When they do get to Stephensgate, Finnula gets the shock of her life. BAM he's actually her ex-husband's son.

BAM BAM BAM.

So... where was I? Oh, right. Finnula was accused of killing said earl, due to the fact that after they wed, he died the same day. It was never proved that she killed him, and he didn't, so Hugo proposed to her.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(forgive me. I cannot summon more Es or more !s, as Ms. Thermopolis can. Well, I don`t blame her, she has Michael Moscovitz. :( Ohwells, at least I own him in my vivid imagination... \m/)

She`s not a marry-me type of person, so at first, she didn't agree, but then, Hugo convinced her. Not going into details, she agreed. With a bit of annoyed feeling, but agreed, nevertheless.

THEY SUBCONSCIOUSLY LOVE EACH OTHER. DO NOT BE FOOLED BY THEIR IDIOCY.

It was kinda funny, because during their honeymoon night, Hugo gave wine away for them to leave him and Finnula alone, yet they still watched them. Not going into details, it was hilarious. He threw money everywhere to leave them alone, even if the deed was done.

What deed? Naive person, you came to the wrong place. How did you stumble into my definitely-not-innocent blog? Gah.

Continuing.

They have this celebration of this HUMONGOUS bonfire, burning all of Lord Geoffrey, Finnula`s dead husband, stuff. At first, Hugo was against it, but he saw an opportunity.

To burn Finnula's braies.:))

Srsly, that`s just sexist. WHY CAN`T THEY WEAR WHAT MEN WEAR? I don't blame Finnula for calling him a bastard.

OH! There had been tw0 attempts on Killing Lord Hugo. And no, it is not for sexism, nor was it me who did it. If it was, I would be hanged by now. Then BAM an arrow hit him.

And oh! *le gasp* as it was Finnula`s arrow that hit him! :o

That stupid ass of a squire blamed her, just because Finn called Hugo a bastard for burning her braies! Even if Hugo ! Srsly, as sexist as it (the burning) may be, I don`t believe Finn could be that degrading. She's actually the best Crais sister—no offense to... er, Camilla, Patricia, Bryann (or something like that), and I forgot the last one(:">), and I don`t care about freaking Mellana; she got knocked up, used up her dowry for useless shit, and made Finn pay for it. And her choice in men is distasteful. Gah, I wanna kill her—for me, I mean, but still. I don't think she'd stoop that low for braies. She could get new ones.

I srsly hate that stupid peace of rotten ass that Hugo calls his 'squire'. Srsly, where'd he find him, a gay bar? Wait, you actually have to have some spine for that. So maybe the dumpster?

Maybe.

Moving on, Sheriff John de Brissac was kind enough to take Finnula into his own home—no, you hoes, not that way—and be taken care of his mother. Okay, the sheriff`s pretty cool and all, but seriously. He still lives with his mother? He's a grown man, psh.

Moving on.

So Finn ventures (when she realized Jamie was kidnapped) into the forest with Gros Louis, her hunting dog (which Mia named after Fat Louie, her cat. After all, Gros Louis is the French translation for Fat Louie) to the woods. *le gasp* Gee, that Isabella Laroche has some major grudge. She's murderous—but oh, she can't even do the killing on her own. So y`know, the murderous tendency leaves it to nothing.>:)

Moving on.

So while that stupid little git of a squire was being all traitorous, she fell into their trap, then—OH! HUGO RESCUES OUR DEAR OLE FAIR FINN.:-j

Then when he was about to kill the Laroches, not to mention that asshole ex-squire, and possibly an ex-dumpster boy, Finn stopped him and said not to kill them, and just come home with her and, in her words, 'love me as I love you'.

I swear I shivered at that part.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay. Squeals.>:)

Then, the epilogue was cool. She was roughly six, seven months pregnant and she could hold someone trapped by her arms like she did Hugo.

Hugo laughed it.

Overall, I super loved this. It's a historical romance—of course, it was like, the 1912's. I'm not surprised, though it's still fiction—which isn't my typical thing, it was nice to read. A breath of fresh air, if you may. But to be honest, at first, it was skittish, for the lack of a better word—I didn't know some of the meanings of the words—but I made it through and it was goood.

*wipes imaginary tear from eye*

Labels: books, meg cabot, mia thermopolis

8:13 PM
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Heyllooe my minions! *evil laugh*

Okay, I'm back! Wow, another blogg! Okay, whatever. I just blogged yesterday. Fuck it all. Whateeverr!

Here to blog about what I've just recently read.

Guess what it is, you half-wit, in case you don't freaking know what it is yet.:p

Just kidding, you freaks.

Confessions of a Shopaholic, the first book of the Shopaholic series, was pretty good. Ang shwet nung ending.:))

Well, so. Yeah. The second book, Shopaholic Takes Manhattan, was even better. So... twisted. Gah. I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY ALMOST BROKE UP! I freaking do not believe the shit they've been through, but GAHHH. Anyway, it ended up even sweeter than the first (if anyone could say that), but... I love both of them.

The third is even better.


So, as I was saying... it all started with Suze's own wedding. Suze, in case you are missing out on Sophie Kinsella's awesomeness not very acquainted with this series (Where have you been? Mars?), she's Becky Bloomwood's best friend. If you still don't know her, you're a foo`. Okay, too much strike outs. Must quit it.

Anyway, even if it's a nice wedding, I feel incest love between Suze and Tarquin. Even if they are supercaduper distant cousins. Okay, my brain is killing me with the strikeouts.

Luke (shame shame if you do not know who the superawesome Luke James Brandon. Gah, you gotta love him. Okay, going to shut up about my obsession with fictional characters now...) and Becky gets talking about marriage—so it was pretty awkward, so Becky said about being able to wait for ten... eight... five years (?) for marriage.

When it was Suze's reception already, she decided to throw the bouquet only to Becky, so, you know, it wasn't that obvious. Note my extreme sarcasm. So BAM there was an envelope in Suze's bouquet.

It was a ring. A mothereffing ring. GAH, must control my cussings. Not very ladylike. So, anyway...

I wonder if someone else caught the bouquet? Would Luke have proposed to her? Or worse, him?

Ramblings. Ah, I love them.

But anyway, Becky graciously accepted (though I am amused by her mother's reaction to the ring—screaming "Yes! Yessssss!" Well, at least Luke was very, very nice about it), and blah blah, they live happily ever after, right?

Hahah. Wrong-o.

First, Luke's cow of a mother planned a whole entire Plaza wedding (okay, maybe the wedding planner, Robyn, did, but that's not the point, is it?) without telling Becky—so ohwee, another wedding is planned at Oxshott. By her mother. And her family.

And gave them a prenup that really hurt Becky's feelings.

I don't blame the girl; Elinor, Luke's mother, can be such a bitch cow ... mean person sometimes a lot sometimes.

She cannot turn her mother down. But the Plaza wedding is so fantasy like it's like... wow. Out of her dreams. Sleeping Beauty theme, so yeah hella wha? WOW. :))

Oh, and did I mention Suze was pregnant? Yeah, it was hilarious, since she was having labor, and she was pressuring Becky to cancel the NY wedding so that she would give birth already.

Hah. A lot of good that did. A quick meeting with Robyn just assured that if she turned down that wedding, she's gone for good—she's going to have to pay a whole whopping $100,000 if she takes the Oxshott wedding as well. I would faint if that happened to me, in the unlikely circumstances I a) get married, and b) have a wedding at the Plaza in New York planned by an semi-evil mother in law and another one in Oxshott.

So is Ms. Bloomwood screwed? NO! She used her brains to get it together!

It was actually pretty awesome—no one ever found out that the reason why she was leaving her Plaza wedding early was to have another wedding at Oxshott—but technically, it wasn't another wedding, since they didn't do the exchange of rings, and Michael, their minister, didn't pronounce them husband and wife.

But no one was smart enough to notice. Well, one person knew...

Alicia Bitch Longlegs. (Hella no am I striking that. It looks awesome already.)

Except when Becky almost got screwed, Luke grabbed Alicia by the waist (? Beats me.) and placed her out the Plaza.

The Oxshott wedding went pretty swell too. The Becky B. thing was just so sweet....

Overall, in my opinion, this was a pretty good book. With all the chaos of a wedding, yet the sweetness was definitely there. Okay, it was pretty much only at the end, due to Luke's workaholicness. Seriously, they insult—or whatever—Becky for being a shopaholic, but at least she haves fun. Workaholics are definitely no fun. But, he made up for it.:]

Okay, basically, I'm done now. I'm on her next book, Shopaholic & Sister (If you want a picture of it, Google or Photobucket it, gah), and I like how it's going to end (I Wiki`d it. No harm done). YEAH GO BRANDONS!


P.S. No love to Alicia Bitch Longlegs. She doesn't deserve it.:p

Labels: books, sophie kinsella

2:32 AM
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Listening to The Best Day by Taylor Swift. Loveeee.

I don't want to do anything right now. Well, sorry if I don't want to.

I got my report card today. I simply cannot believe my art grade. 100?! I've been fretting like hellamallabalajamba for third term, even when I finished the damned project. Hella had me bent over killing myself over that art grade, and a-whoops—my art teacher decides to be kind. But she's been helling us up like GAAAAHHHHHHHHHH, even the ones who were doing their work as much as they can (some of my friends, and me, partially, but you know, I've been fretting like "OH MY SHEMAIIIIIIIIII" and shiz). I did my bookmark, but the rock thing wasn't that good, seriously.

So in short, my 100 does not make sense.

And nor does my parent's reaction to it, for there were exemption slips given with my grade. So, no absolute sense. They were already disappointed in me—I wouldn't get to do anything about it, but they already knew. So, what gives?

I'm going absolutely nuts right now. (Listening to Forever & Always by Taylor Swift. Now—You Found Me by The Fray.) Well, you can't blame me—I think anyone in the right mind would go freaking nuts. GAH. Srsly, my report card is taunting me—what have I ever done wrong to it? Except be its owner? My grades are high, thank you very much. The lowest grade you'll see there is 93. And this one absent is something I srsly don't remember. I've never been absent in that term... as far as I can remember. Well, at least, they know that I've never been late. It would be a conspiracy if I did—I've never, ever been late in my whole life.

Ever.

Okay. Less on my reportcardissues. And more on why-the-hell-is-my-brother-watching-Avatar. Okay, not on that too. (Listening to The Best Days Of Your Life by Kellie Pickler. I can sorta hear Taylor Swift in the background.)

I'm (not) going to shut up now.

I bought four books yesterday—Read My Lips (It's about a girl named Selena—or Serena? I don't remember—and she's deaf, but she can read lips, so she has a knack for getting gossip), That Summer (The only thing I'm missing from Sarah Dessen's novels—besides Along For the Ride, but that's not out yet), Airhead, and Ransom My Heart.

I'm really excited because I've been looking high and low for Ransom My Heart. It's by Mia Thermopolis, Meg Cabot's heroine in The Princess Diaries. Gah, I love that series, and from the excerpts I read out of Forever Princess. I super loved the book. Forever Princess, I mean. But I'm sure I'll love Ransom My Heart. Plus points? There's smut. Mmmm. =p~ xD

Currently, I'm reading Shopaholic Ties the Knot. I've read the first 2 books. It is awesome, not to mention Luke Brandon is... mmm. =p~ =)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

My fanfic now is Sexy Playgroup Dads, but I've been too distracted to read it, so I'm still reading it.

I'm just plurking now... talking with my plurk friends, such as Rie and Zee. It's nice to know that you can keep up with old friends and make new ones online.

So, other than that, I have absolutely nothing more to blog about, except on my whiny rants that I want the Night Huntress Series by Jeaniene Frost, not because it has smut and/or vampires, but because I like it. Gah.

Labels: drabbles, random, rants

10:59 PM
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Just a random thoughts blog...

Overall, I like this day. For the first half, I got to play LocoRoco in my PSP. Heheh, it's actually a pretty childish game, to be truthful (I learned it from the cousin who I seriously hate—but shh about that. ;]), but it's pretty fun. All with the tumbling little fat things and the weird flowers and the ugly Mojo-Moho-Mosomething. It's fuuuuun. @-)

Then, of course, I needed to use the internet. A day ain't that complete for me. Fo'Sho.

Fanfic: Fame and Fate. Status: In-Progress.

DAMN. I really want to read what is next for that shiz. ericastwilight is an awesome author—seriously, I love three of her stories: Fame and Fate (this, obviously), Up to Speed, and MY ALL TIME FAVORITE: Subject: Edward Cullen, A.K.A. the Womanizer.

Shizzle I love the Womanizer story. =p~

I pretty much typed and plurked (Elloe to my plurk friends, especially Rie and Zee.:]) most of the time, then had to turn off the internet. Woo go LocoRoco.B-)

Now I'm back—I'm currently reading The Office. And good grief, if this isn't smuttalicious, good grief, what is? It's by kyla713 & tby789. I quite need a break from the smuttaliciousness of it, so I'm reading What Happens in Hollywood by McCullen. It's turning out quite funny—Bella is oblivious. Very much, America's Sweetheart. ;)

Oh, and Bella blushed everytime sex is mentioned. It's quite funny, really. Or even when she thinks of it. I wouldn't call this malicious, but as the WHIH Rosalie Hale had pointed it out, it is quite funny. ;))

So...

Labels: drabbles, random

3:41 AM
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Still under construction. Need to fix this. :]