Sunday, May 30, 2004

hung out with helga the whole weekend. which would probably explain why i have been reeking of cigarettes for the past two days. ;op

this whole hanson thing is puting a huge dent in my allowance. there has got to be a better place to hang out, talk in mmmbop and smoke than cafes. this saturday, i decided to wait for helga in jolibee to save a couple of bucks. i got a regular fries and coke. sat in a corner and read through the most sinful magazine known to the freakishly-intelligent kind...candy.

i managed to survive the colourful glossy pictures of absolute nonsense. i even had the time to read through a horrendus article that now has "this is a stupid article" written in black ball-point ink. to save my pride, the reson is that i bought candy for research if ever it does push through. and if it does, then i would be the biggest most fattest hippocrite in the face of the world because of all the words that i am about to eat.

see, i love helga so much to put myself through such torture. and it's okay since i've met someone to bitch about life with. finally. someone who doesn't shut me up or laugh ay my grammatical slip-ups, someone who doesn't say "talk properly sanya, you sound like a private school girl whining" (unless she hears one of mer many songs played in the background that i know nothing of) and of course, no one to make fun of my hanson fandom.

and i swear, helga is like, a magnet for celebrity sightings. yesterday, it was alex derossi and nancy casleiogne (whatever!!) in starbucks, today, it was dominic ochoa and karel marquez. mall tour in robinsons galleria. i was just too busy eating ice cream to enjoy the moment.

we bought two boxes of frenzy condoms party pack from PCX today, i don't even want to think about the freakyness of that situation now that i think about it.

plus the fact that we'll be giving it out during a Hanson listening party.

the taylor "lesbian scare moments" that lei has been telling us about has finally come true.

that was a joke.

i have to go to LB tomorrow and finish up my clearance, i won't elaborate on the patheticness that is nenita tapay because she is an absolute waste of blogspace, air and existence.

ok, i got in all courses but i'm taking film. don't try to talk me out of it.

though i can't exactly show any estaticness because my one of my friend is still in the waitlist. i migh be dense but not to people who actually matter in my life. delayed gratitude, it's so middle class. pft.

i've been going around manila promoting hanson and its genuinely starting to piss me off, okay, they're getting the airplay, but their album sales are still tragic, well, there is only so much street teams can do. it's not like we're actually given the authority (and funding!) to post billboards the size of china in EDSA.

i am tired, i have a bad cough, i lack sleep and my body feels heavier than its usual over-weight self. and i know its from a day-and-night long excapde that gave me a 2 minute guilt trip that left after a hormone-raging fantasy that sporadically played in my mind out of boredom.

summer is over and so is my food-trip, hopefully. all those blingeing has finally caught up with me and i just want to starve myself for a good week to lose it all. but somehow, one whiff of deep fried french fries in oil quickly changes my mind. i am too weak for my own good. i give up easy, and think all you want; the answer is YES.

so i am whining again, i am back to being a whiner. i honestly don't care if people are sick of my whining because i have all my resons too. why don't people type propery? why do people such as rose and tapay have to exist? why does UPLB suck so much that i didn't even give it a chance to grow on me? why do i have to result in whoring myself to the one thing i have swore never to lay flesh on? why do your highschool friends suddely bore you to the point of patheticness that you want to cut all ties with them?

am i just plain mean or has time suddenly caught up with me? i am such a worthless friend and i know it. my own personal happiness have suddenly become my priority, and i only hang out with people who make me happy. and they simply do not make me happy. they complicate life, take your personality just so that they can laugh at it. do they get some-kind of pleasure in doing that? do they find it amusing that they are suddenly obove the immature brat that is sanya coo? do they find satisfaction in pointing out my supposed mistakes?

thank you for listening, please come again.


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[[sanya whored herself to the world at 10:21 PM]]