"HOMIES", YO!

Okay, yesterday was one of the craziest days ever.  After helping my family with general house cleaning, my parents and brothers had to leave for DSWD (to get some permit so my brothers can play in the regionals outside the country). Anyway, I was left as a babysitter. Ew, I know. I felt like a real mother. Plus! I had to cram room and closet cleaning, my laundry and everything else which I was supposed to do the past few days but didn't. Okay and then that was when my "homies" (yeah, cause we're at home with each other. Not the homie-eewie kind of way) went to my house. I love you guys! We were supposed to go to Serendra at first but I couldn't contact my parents to ask for permission. After an hour or so, dad finally called and allowed me to go out STRICTLY for an hour and a half. But then, the naughtiest kid I had to baby sit (MILO), ate cat's poop so, right after preparing to go, I had to open the house again to clean him up... to no avail. He stunk like hell so we planned to leave him behind instead (which was a bit risky because if he starts barking, magugulo ang lola ko at magsusumbong ang nurse kay Daddy and, in Bobby's words, "Kam's head on a plate"). But then, luck still wasn't on our side because the lock for the basement was missing so if ever I was leaving with them, I had to use Milo's cage's lock which was even riskier because without it he can open his cage and mess the house again and yes, "Kam's head served on a platter." Okay, ang gulo. I almost gave up but my super friends did not. Chey and Triccie thought of calling Early Dy who was also from our village to babysit Milo for an hour. FINALLY AN IDEA THAT WORKED. And finally, I was out of the house!!!! Anyway, we had a quick dinner in Eastwood and I still had a hell of a blast. You see, that's how we stick together through thick and thin and that's how I realized I have the best set of friends EVER. (Pero last night was damn thin, baby!!!)

Anyway, I was having some issues with my family again and I felt bad because my parents left me behind for not finishing my chores. But then when I got home, I was shocked because they had a surprise for me. I think it was a peace offering because of the fight my parents and I got into the other day. Anyway, they bought me Jack Johnson's Sleep Through The Static album (yes, yes, I adore his songs!!!!!!!! And yay, I have something to listen to on the way to Clark!!!!!) and bought me mudpie from TOSH.:-) Aaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!

And Marcky, thanks for last night, too. Love you!

I LOVE MY FAMILY AND MY HOMIES LIKE FRICKIN WOAH!!!!!!!!!

Series of events

Friendship. Coffee. Birthday. Car. Phone calls. Happiness. Letter. Confusion. January 3. Happiness. January 4. Sadness. February 2. Slap in the face. Shutdown. Friendship. Car. Phone call.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

What's with?

What's with the summer? I am not enjoying it. I haven't been out since last Sunday. You see, my parents and I have been at odds with each other and today, mom and I got into each others' nerves.

Dad's text (10:32:04 am on 28-05-2008):

Kamille, may I ask you to stop answering back to your mom. Be conscious of her hyper tensive condition. May I suggest you put down in writing your issues and email her and that includes me. 

My reply through e-mail:

I have nothing against you, Dad because I've always been your girl. I just wish you didn't call me an ingrate today because it really broke my heart. But you know I will always understand.

Love,

Kamille.

See, the only reason I answered my mom back was because I hated the way she's been talking to me. I mean, all of my close friends know about my sama ng loob especially when it comes to the baseball issues. But please, she's still my mom. I wish she's still be willing to be that person in my life and not forget about me just because I don't play baseball. I know she loves me but I just hope she doesn't love my brothers more.

*

I want to go to a place where I can have some peace and quiet (SYN. being away from my very irritating brothers who can't seem to talk without shouting their throats off), drink coffee, smoke a fag and start reading Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho.

P.S. HINDI TALAGA AKO INGRATA.

One too many. Thanks!

I don't feel like blogging but because you did, I was inspired. Okay, Janina May, I was touched to be on the list of quoted people on your blog. I don't really know what to say cause you already know everything. And I've told you, time and again, we'll make it together through the thickest and thinnest. Thanks for everything and thanks for being the best friend there is. You know best friendships (so to speak) don't really work out for me but with you, everything seems to be perfect. Like Marc would always say, "she's the only best friend you had that I never heard you complain about." I love you. You have touched my heart one too many times. Thank you, Ja.

And let's please not waste the drama. We must meet. Hahaha!

Third time since last night, sorry.

Marc and I are taking the kids out after lunch. Yes, that's what they are now: KIDS. Why am I even calling dogs MY KIDS? And I'm sick of blogging. I've been to this "Create Post" page for the third time since last night. Yuck. Sorry.

Hi, SELF.

The photo says it all.

Welcome to the family, Tyler! *EDITED*

Marc and I fetched B the Beagle earlier today. I say he is the finest beagle in town, baby! Oh I love dogs. When I start earning my own dough (yeah, speaking like I'm fra down south baybeh. Ew.) I'm going to donate it to some dog organization (if there is such)... or not. Okay, maybe not. I'm a hypocrite. You know what I really plan to do? I plan to take my family out. And then shop. And then probably buy me a few more dogs. I'm going to get myself a Maltese for sure. Oh, a Maltese.:-( I want a Maltese. I will name him (yes, I will get hims and not hers. Never.) Niccolo. I think Niccolo is a nice name. Wait, I'm sorry for the digressions. All I really wanted to say was: 'We bought a dog and we haven't named it. Here's how:

In the car:

Kam: Maybe you can call him Boogy. As in Boogy Man.

Marc: He's not a man.
Me: Nice one. And now that I'm thinking about it, it sounds more like... booger man (or dog). Ew.

Marc: He laughs. How about Tyler?

Me: Gets too excited. Tyler sounds great! YAAAAAAY, hello, Tyler! 

Marc: Okay, Tyler it is.

Phone call:

Marc: Babe, they don't like Tyler.

Me: Oh shucks.

Chat:

Marc Angeles: babe, so far these are the names i have in mind: hobbes, chuck, brew, terence, 

kam.untalan: OH I LOVE CHUCK. (May naisip akong sobrang corny. Gusto mo marinig? Okay, never mind. I was thinking, if your dog were to have a song, ang title ay B to the EAGLE. Hahahahahahahahahahaha. Yuck. Corny.)

Marc Angeles: =)) terry crew? haha

kam.untalan: Yuck. Not a chance. He's ugly. B the beagle isn't.:( Chuck? 

Marc Angeles: chuck?

kam.untalan: Chuck. But the name is still subject to your brothers' opinions.

Marc Angeles: okay. i'll ask my brothers about it :)

kam.untalan: Okay. At least for the meantime. But I really loved Tyler.:(

[EDIT: We have FINALLY decided. It's TYLER.:-)] 

Welcome to the family (that takes years to decide on matters as such), TYLER!:-) You will stink 'til July but we will love you nonetheless.

(Note: He is NOT allowed to be given a bath until he has reached four months. He's only two months old. Okay, good luck.)

Photos to be uploaded in Multiply.;-)

VERY IMPORTANT P.S.: Please pray for the soul of our batchmate back in high school, Boom Jacinto, who passed away yesterday. Rest in peace, Boom.

WELCOME BACK, BANGS.

I had my hair cut. My bangs are back. I've missed them. But it's true what they say: no pain, no gain. You see, the girl who shampooed and blow dried my hair frickin' pissed me off. I think she was born a woman with cat hands. She was having a major anger fit and was taking it out on my hair. The motherfucker used her nice, long nails (she's cool like that. Not to mention, stylish) to shampoo my hair. And then she blow dried it with the blow dryer's nose frickin' burning my hair. She seriously wanted to kill the roots. You know, for a moment there I wanted to become a hairstyist of sorts and use my frickin' dog's nails to wash her hair and his breath to dry it. Yeah, now that's stylish! FANTASTIC. PUTANGINA KA, BLONDIE. Sana kinalbo mo nalang ako.

Relieved. Okay, thank you. And David's, FIRE APPLE PLEASE.

Next time, back to Piandre!!!!!!!

P.S. On a more positive note, Apple is jealous. Aren't you, Apple with the pretty cat hands?

Good morning.

Hi. What am I doing up this early? I've no idea. But I'm guessing it's the weather. Or not.

Anyway, I took Milo bone shopping yesterday. I bought him three bones to help reduce his cage biting habits, which he developed back when he had anxiety attacks as a puppy. This is what he looked like after biting his wits off (dead tired): 

Kawawa naman yung cage.

Oh I've seen Harold and Kumar already. It was okay, except that Neil Patrick Harris was killed in a whorehouse. I think it would've been better if he died from shroom overload while driving. Oh and perhaps the title shouldn't be "Escape from Guantanamo Bay" cause they weren't really escaping from the bay. They were escaping from Ron Fox. Okay, never mind, sabi ni direk e. 

Stop. Bye.

Let's talk about me and "my government"

Okay, so here I am, having a supposedly healthy, political discourse with someone. You see, my friend suddenly got mad at me for saying "not all problems in the country is the government's fault. Some of our problems also lie in the pessimistic and apathetic, even cynical, people in our country. We're not a democracy for nothing. We're a democracy because we have the power to do more than ranting, complaining or not caring." His reply? "You love the government! The government is impossible to fix because of everything it has done! The problem with you and your government is that it can't accept its faults" and goes on with a list of all the faults of the government. Did I even say MY BELOVED GOVERNMENT was NEVER at fault? IF YOU'RE SO FED UP WITH THE GOVERNMENT, YOUNG MAN, THEN DO SOMETHING BETTER THAN RANTING AND THINKING ALL IS HOPELESS.

Just so you know, the problem in the Philippines does not lie in the government alone (I NEVER SAID THEY ARE NOT PART OF THE PROBLEM THOUGH, IF YOU KNOW THE DIFFERENCE), it also lies in people like YOU who are educated but sound otherwise by trying to wash their hands clean when in fact, the way they think is a problem as well. And did I ever say their faults aren't true? I just said you cannot blame the government FOR EVERYTHING. I never said they are not at fault in any way. Do you even know the difference? I bet not. Because the problem with you and your screwed views is that you talk like you know so much when in fact, you frickin' don't. Having little knowledge is dangerous you know, especially for people like you who act like they know it all. Are you sure you still want to talk? Because if you ask me, I don't want to waste energy typing my own opinions, which I am entitled to by the way, for someone who chooses to close his mind on others' PsOV. I feel like I'm shooting BLANKS while talking.

When I say the problem does not lie in the government alone, don't say a thing unless you can say something better than "You love the government." If you are as smart as you think you are, you would recognize that I am just being unbiased and OPEN MINDED unlike you, who knows nothing but rant, without knowing you can do better than that.

P.S. "SAGOT magaling na bayani!!!!" -- Hahahahaha, thanks, I never knew I could be one.

WHY, OH, WHY

I cannot believe myself. I cannot believe I am actually committing social suicide just to get a good laugh. Okay, whoever said questioning things we encounter is good is probably right. You know, there are times when you can't help but question a well-known, established fact in society. Here's my research question (with Pat's help): WHY, OH, WHY?  I mean, seriously, why? WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY. I can say that laughing and crying at the same time cause I really can't... okay, never mind. I'll shut up now.

...ang kapal ng mukha ko. I even have the nerve to blog about this.

I'm on vacation.

Spontaneous coffee with Karl last night. Just because we had to vent and I needed to get out of the family dinner quick so I won't miss the grannies too much when they leave. I get attached easily. (I didn't have to say that. GOD.)

Okay, so I cut my class the other day. I heard Sir Paras got bulol. Too bad I missed that and the announcement of our free cut next meeting. (Extended vacation for me, yay!) That must've been so nice to hear, with tears of joy and all that. Fantastic, I'll be on a study leave til Friday. Sir Paras is bombdiggidy. 

I'm kidding.

Anyhow, I went shopping with my mom at St. Francis and Galleria yesterday. She said we might as well do something productive to replace my cut. I've missed her like cray-zey! It's been ages since we last went shopping together. Happy Mothers' Day, mom! I love you.

I can't wait for Friday. Let's go outttttt, girls!

Too critical?

Forgive me for blogging 21 and a half hours before my PolDyn test. I had a weird dream last night. I'm not surprised though because I already figured I'd have a weird one before I even fell asleep. It must've been the waiting. But anyhow, I promise myself to sort things out in my head after this test. I'll probably put labels, "To Temporarily Forget", "To Remember", "To Love", "To Throw Out" and "To Question And Probably Not Find Answers But To Question Anyway". Oh, and perhaps add "For Proof"? Okay, whatever. But I'm frickin' starting after the test. And when my head's all organized, I'm gonna have a party... also in my head. Okay, bye.

Hello, Graeme Gill. So, the ways in which a state can be "embedded" in society is through institutional interdependence and organic interdependence (i.e., bureaucratic organic interdependence and the development of a legislative arm). FANTASTIC.

Thank you, Sir. You're FANTASTIC.

"FANTASTIC." Aaaaaah! Sounds like fanFREAKINGtastic to me, Sir. Thanks! It feels so wonderfully blessed to have my professor, which happens to be the dean of the school, love my ideas for the concept paper. No corrections, no whatsoever during the consultation. The best thing is that I made my daddy proud! Iiiiii love it. Okay, I'm in career mode now. I lost the publication though. Yikes.

Anywaaaaaay, Patricia Bay, HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAY!:-) We love YERRRRR!

P.S. Fantastic would be such a nice expression. FANTASTIC. Yeah! FANTASTIC.

I'm a crybaby. And I have amats so bear with me, OKAY.

I cried: 3-LETTER NAME GAME.

I'm a crybaby (old news). I cry over the smallest things. But mind you, I did not cry today. Okay, fine, I did just a bit. But thanks to Patricia, Patrizia and Bobby, I was saved from losing the little water I have in my body. KULANG NA NGA AKO SA WATER, MAWAWALA PA. Baka coffee pa maiyak ko.

But seriously, I'm fed up. I don't like this. I built a wall for myself during the 6-month break up. I promised myself that no guy will ever make me cry again and no amount of pain will get to me cause I'm frickin' strong like that. And yes, I promised myself that to have my "happily ever after", I will not fall into traps again. No risks. Nothing. BUT I LIED (GMA tone. I'm trying to be funny. Be nice, I'm sad.) Ish and Pat are right e. "Happily ever afters" don't exist. They just don't. And that's what's wrong. I was flying (like THE cockroach) and my feet were no longer grounded in reality. I was being too... IDEALISTIC. I acted as if everything was going to be perfect forever. (Why is there such word anyway? It doesn't exist!)

I'm thinking too much again. See? I'm not making sense.
Whatever. Enough drama.

P.S. I still don't deserve such treatment.
P.P.S. Thanks for today, guys. I had a great time!!!!!!!:-) More of this, yes?:-) LOVE YOU!