Talk is expensive.

Didn't you notice how talking can cost you so much? It gets too risky sometimes, and we don't know when the costs we have to pay will yield good results or otherwise. Talking is expensive you see. So why bother?

I'm kidding. Tanggap lang nang tanggap.:-)

TLNT

Am I not ALLOWED to feel bad when they make me feel bad? Can't I open up to anyone anymore?

PUTANG INA, I HATE THIS.

But yes, yes, tanggap lang nang tanggap.

I'm gon' fly now.

I'm still on a high. It's a good thing because I've been able to control my emotions since then - not that "feeling" is a bad thing. It's just that sometimes my emotional side leads me to do or think of things that, um, I don't know how to put it but it's nothing good.

I've noticed my change in tendencies after an incident that occurred yesterday. I shall refrain from going into details but suffice it to say that I was pissed off, so much so that I almost cursed someone... Which I apparently did not do. Haha! Thanks, that was hard, you know.

B.I.L., forever and ever.:-)

One Tree Hill

At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared, some are coming home; some tell lies to make it through theday, others are not facing the truth. Some are evil men that war with good, and some are good struggling with evil.

6 billion people, 6 billion souls and sometimes,

ALL YOU NEED IS ONE...

HIIIIIIIGH!

I'm on a high! One of the bestest things that's happened to me.:-) Thank you Pat, Chey, Bob, Carlolo, Chames, Shao, Toni, A42, batch, Mommy M and Daddy D, and my biological (hehe) family.:-D

'A' STANDARD

I hate to blog about it but really, I just wanna let it out. "Imitation is the best form of flattery," yes, I know that. But didn't it ever occur to you that imitation is piracy, pretense, and a form of social suicide? Yes, woman, it is. And wake up, wake up, for I will not save you from such social humiliation even though we are "related".

Don't you have the decency to be more subtle about it? Fine, apparently not. But the nerve of you to even think you'll get away with it. One too many times, darling. See, I'm that 'A' STANDARD here and you can't beat that. 

(I am not ashamed whatsoever to be this yabang cause it's true: I was first and I will always be number one. Sorry.)

Anyway! On to a more amusing thought...

Days retreat in, um, 5 hours and 20 minutes. 

Big failure.

I am the biggest failure I know of. I feel so dumb right now. I've had so many sleepless nights okay? And I am SO SURE I studied for that test. I know everyone did OKAY but why does it seem like nothing is working out for me? I've tried everything but I ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS fail. I'm pretty sure I'm included in that half who needs to take removals. 

I'm losing all hope. Is this really for me?

BUT.

I know I am stronger than this but right now, I can't seem to find the strength I had fourteen months ago. I need that now. I need the Kamille from fourteen months back, even if it wasn't the Kamille you knew and loved. If I can't make you come back, I want to make the pain go away because I know I don't deserve this...

Six years and yet...

God, please don't scare me :,(

"Hey Kamille!"

People can be so evil. I searched for my name's meaning in UrbanDictionary.com. Look what came out (hahahahahahahaha!!!!)

Snort.

I have the life of a pig - one, bratty oink. Dad asked me what I wanted for dinner (seems like my birthday's extended!) and I had but one thing in mind: cheesy pops from Pizza Hut. I literally ate the pops alone. See, I'm a pig and I get what I want... but I stick to it. I don't ask for more. So yes, that makes me a good, bratty pig. 

I am in the living room now like I have been the whole day. I am lucky to have the luxury of boredom. THIS IS THE LIFE.

Sheesh, I need to get some sleep now. Chewing and digesting tire me okay. Good night!

Oink.

Prolly the happiest 21 year old KID!

Marcky, Homies, Jaja and Drew, Krix, Jay and Mareka, Karl and Ole,

I don't really know where to start (cause I tend to be too dramatic, which is showing right now haha). I am happy to have spent my birthday with my favorite people in the world. Thank you so much for the house surprise, the sweet gifts, the "kuya, birthday niya!" greetings, EVERYTHING! I feel like I am the luckiest 21 year old kid (emphasis on the word KID. GET OVER IT, I'M STILL A KID OKAY! Hahahaha). Nothing beats being with you guys. You guys completed my day! I love you to the Nth raised to N (WEEEEH hahaha)!:-) But seriously!!!! I love you.:-)

Join me!

Cause I think I'm safer in an airplane...

This is for ya!

NOTE: This could be a spoiler for one of OTH's episodes from season 5.

I was watching tv awhile ago (because it's sembreak. Yes, I know I didn't have to say it but the word 'break'? Frickin' fine to hear.) and I saw one of OTH's episodes from season 5. See, I think I was meant to see it because just a few minutes ago, I was with a very good friend who, to me, seemed like the boy in Lucas' story. I don't really watch OTH, okay. And can I just say? Ang galing! God has His ways! I was meant to see it so I could share it to my friend! Haha. Anyway, here's a copy of the quote. (Hey, I looked it up for ya! You know who you are! This is for you!)

"The boy saw a comet & suddenly his life had meaning. And when it went away he waited his entire life for it to come back to him. It was more than just a comet because of what it brought into his life. Direction, beauty, meaning. There were many who couldn't understand, & sometimes he walked among them, but even in his darkest hours he knew in his heart that someday it would return to him & his world would be whole again, & his belief in God, & love, & art would be reawakened in his heart."

Sembreak

It's a Sunday and tomorrow's a Monday. It's past one in the afternoon. At this time weeks ago, I would have just finished lunch and would have just gotten back to studying or reading. Right now though I am watching WhoWhatWear TV and have already seen three episodes. Later I plan to go to Style Sightings, my favoritest, to grab photos. Tonight I plan to sleep at precisely 9 pm. Why? BECAUSE I JUST REALIZED... SEMBREAK NA.

Sigh.

I want a bowler hat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


And a pair of Oxford pumps.


That's all.

On Theories of Development and Underdevelopment

Kam: I will pass...........
Solow (1994): But you have to believe in the tooth fairy to expect that kind of luck.

Enough is enough.

SHUT UP AND STOP TWISTING STORIES.
I have never been this patient when it comes to matters like this but enough is enough. You've done it one too many times and I look stupid facing people who don't even know me that much but judge me nonetheless because of you and your twisted stories. The first time it happened, I thought that it could've been a misunderstanding or a lie told by the person who told me. The second time I just thought maybe you were hung up on something that you couldn't sort things out in your head. But this time? I'd be stupid to let it go and reason out to myself for you. So what if you're hung up on whatever? I DON'T CARE. I was being your friend and you pushed me away by taking your problems out on me. If you wanted to blab so bad about whatever YOU THINK happened, the least you could have done was to get the story straight and get the details right! I say, NO OMISSIONS. I cannot believe I even asked a friend to save your face by keeping quiet about this, even if I had my own reputation at stake. YES, YOU SHOULD THANK ME FOR THAT. And you could thank me by refraining from blabbing about your version of the truth. TRUTH DOESN'T HAVE VERSIONS, BY THE WAY. SO MAYBE I'LL JUST CALL YOUR VERSION OF THE STORY A LIE. Is that what you're really good at? If so, care to twist this now?

For the nth time, PLEASE JUST SHUT UP. Thank you.

P.S. If you (you know who you are) have negative comments, TELL IT STRAIGHT TO MY FACE IF YOU ARE MY FRIEND. I'd appreciate it, really. I'm sorry for this and thank you for everything.
P.P.S. The only reason I'm blogging about this is that I do not want any more stories twisted. Maybe it would be better if people know what I REALLY SAID.

They saw white.

I know I've been a cynic lately. I believed hating was my way of getting back at life. But who was I kidding? I was stressing myself and myself alone. Life didn't care. See, life's funny that way. It stresses you out and just when you're about to give up, it makes you feel like you're stressing over nothing cause it fixes everything for you in a snap.

I was never one to sit on a couch and mope around but life had gotten too difficult that I resorted to doing exactly that. Today, however, I was relieved two weights off my shoulders. There's a lot more to carry but getting two weights off feels so much better.:') 

Guess I won't have to sink for now. They saw white!!! Hello, world!!!!:-)

We broken up, darling.

Kidney stones call for cranberry juice. Meet my new, special friend, Berito from Starbucks. (UGH. How desperate.)

I no longer carry coffee around. I'm with cranberries now. Coffee and I? We broken up, darling. Broken up.:-( (At least for now. ) But whatever... You are still my number one. Sigh.

I SAID THERE'S A CALM UNDER THE WAVES.

This is the worst year, ever! I give up. I cannot take it anymore. Everything that's happening is pure bullfrickingshit. I'VE BEEN WAVING A FUCKING WHITE FLAG. WHAT IS WRONG???

SABI NANG I CHOOSE TO SINK E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Give up, Kam?" I say easy does it.

Melamine.

Thanks to China, I am now suffering from kidney stones, along with 53,000 others in their locality. I was reading the newspaper earlier this morning and when I checked out the World section, there was an article about China and their fantastic melamine scandal. Everything I read about melamine was parallel to the findings of my urinalysis test (just as my doctor suspected). Thanks, China. Thanks!

I am sick as hell. Perfect for the finals!

Bye.

No classes.

Seriously? You wish.

Quick update.

Question. Why have I been ridiculously unfortunate the past few months? First was the sea urchin mishap. Second, well, THE problems. Third, I passed out last week, and fourth, the mud misadventure. Why is the world against me this year!!!!!! I refuse to ask better questions until I am answered. Bow.

Anyway, I am at the Tantuico residence with Triccie, Noemi and Ole. I was zoning out already so I decided to blog first. Here's the product of our first few hour's attempts to do the paper:

K. Toodles, noodles.