blch.

Mood:


kyaaa.

why do i have to freakin' see he-who-does-not-deserved-to-be-named even before my day officially starts?

it's so unfair.

and i was so happy yesterday, thinking that i wouldn't see him this week.

the world is against me. i just know it.

blch.

edit (12/03/08):

i saw him again today, dammit. ugh.

Breathe In, Breathe In, Breathe In, Breathe Out

Mood:

can't breathe.

wouldn't breathe.

don't want to breathe.

bloody fuckin' hell, i can't breathe.

*hyperventilates*

Doki Doki...

my heart is beating so fast...

i want to make it stop...

but i can't.

burning up with a high mj fever

i'm burning up with the Michael Johns fever.

i'm quite close to being delirious.

and i'm afraid my sanity is slowly turning its back on me.

*dreamy look*

words cannot express how high up in the clouds i am right now. i'm prolly way beyond the clouds already. beyond the atmosphere, even. i'm sleeping with the stars and planets and meteors and wormholes out there tonight.

i just can't have enough of Michael Johns. he's so freakin' awesome. his looks is one thing (he's sizzling HOT, gawdammit). his voice,another (*swoon*). he's so down to earth and funny. and you just got to love his accent. <3

i'm still having this massive hangover from his gig last Tuesday at Trinoma. we weren't able to meet him in person and i pretty much just stared at him the whole time. even so, i was a fulfilled person by the time we got home. after all, i was just a palm away from him (it was such a waste, but it's okay. it felt like i touched a bit of his aura. lol.) and screaming out "i love you, Michael!!" is just so fulfilling.

besides, i've always believed in second chances. and serendipity told me that the second time will be a hundred times better.

and hell be damed if it wasn't.

it totally ROCKED!!

we showed up at Greenbelt with no pass for his last show. we weren't even sure if we'll be able to get seats. well, at the very least we got to see him again if that were the case. but one of the organizers told us we can still get in if some of the reserved seats are not taken. so we waited. i grabbed a grande toffee nut frappucino from a nearby Starbucks and waited near the entrance just in case we got lucky and got ourselves some seats.

there was a sudden increase in the security around 6:30 and a couple of VIP-looking people started arriving. i was thinking that maybe they were the Ayalas and well... they needed that much security. then this really tall guy came in the picture. it took seconds before my brain processed that it was Michael Johns. -.-"

i totally froze up. he walked right in front of me, with no security unlike the last time in Trinoma, and i could only utter a soft "hi..." (which prolly went unheard). my hand was stuck midway of wanting to shake hands with him. i'm pretty much amazed by how my brain seems to stop working every time he's near me. haha.

I get so weak in the knees I can hardly speak
I lose all control then something takes over me

i became even more anxious to get seats after that. and it really paid off that we waited. we ended up getting (semi) VIP seats. talk about being lucky. XD

i was able to get more pictures and videos this time (special thanks to chaii for her camera ^^). they weren't good shots but were quite decent. i don't bloody know how to take good pictures. not to mention MJ kept on moving around a lot. >_<

he sang more songs today than last Tuesday. well, it's his last day here in Manila, after all. He's awesome. His voice rocks. And his accent was the icing on top of the cake. It felt like cupid was shooting arrows at my heart non-stop. haha.

i kept on falling in love with him all over again with every song. *glazed look* and i couldn't stop shrieking/screaming the whole time. my apologies to elisa and the girls in front of me whose eardrums might have suffered temporarily (i do hope it was only temporary >_<). heck, i even felt my eardrums ringing for a few minutes before i asked myself if that was me screaming. (now i know why chaii kept on telling me off when we were watching the UAAP games. i do scream quite loud when properly motivated. XD)

He sang his original Christmas song in acapella and the lyrics were so great. I totally loved it. And even if it was the first time i heard Purple Rain, it totally rocked. XD Oh, and he also sang It's All Wrong, But It's All Right, which he dedicated to all the girls present in the concert. *dies*

Hello, are you free tonight
I like your looks, I love your smile
Could I use you for a while
Its all wrong, but its all right
The amber sunset glow has died
My needs are very much alive
Is it ok if I stop by
Its all wrong, but its all right

We didn't have tickets for the "meet & greet" part. Again. But unlike last time, which i spent staring at MJ the whole time, we lined up for the photo op with hopes of having Mr. Luck on our side again. And after making much "kulit" to one of the organizers of the show, she allowed us to have one shot with Michael Johns. *was resurrected then dies again*

Oh, when I woke up tonight I said
I'm gonna make somebody love me
I'm gonna make somebody love me
And now I know, now I know, now I know;
I know that it's you
You're lucky lucky- You're so lucky

I just couldn't believe our luck. It was crazy and my brain couldn't process that much information all at once. A script was already running through my head:

"Hey Michael! I've always been a huge fan. You're songs totally rock and you're just freakin' awesome. And... uhh... Can i hug you?"
(insert his lines here)
"I was hoping we can play tennis some time. But i'll definitely see you in your next concert here. *grins reaaaaally wide*"

So when we stepped up on the stage, only a couple of steps away from him, i was totally prepared. It was our turn next. I shook his hands (mentally reminding myself not to wash my hands when we got home), chatted with him, posed for the picture, went down the stage.

Not.

I shook his hands, remained rooted to the spot, his question barely registering on my mind. It was a simple "How are you?" and it took my brain three seconds processing time before i replied a quick "I-i'm f-fine." My script was totally forgotten. Elisa talked to him for a bit. Said something like "...didn't watch American Idol after you (Michael Johns) were voted out..." to which MJ replied "i like you more..." and followed it with a "don't lie to me". Haha.

Then we posed for the picture and said goodbye to Michael. I wasn't able to say anything else besides my stuttered reply but i was pretty cool with it. At least i got to shake his hands, semi-hugged him, and his arms were on my shoulders when the picture was taken. *dies yet again*

Heaven, I'm in Heaven,
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak;
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we're out together dancing, cheek to cheek.

Heaven, I'm in Heaven,
And the cares that hang around me thro' the week
Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak
When we're out together dancing, cheek to cheek.

I am so in heaven right now. I hope it'll last until the semester ends (wishfful thinking). Haha. Maybe then i wouldn't mind having a (insert word here) for a teacher. XD And maybe it can motivate me enough to give up my cramming queen title. Hmmm. Who knows. XD

I'm looking forward to Michael Johns' first album, which is coming out this March, by the way. Grab a copy, people! And i can't wait for his next concert here in Manila. I wanna hug him for real. Maybe by that time, i'd have the guts to actually start a decent conversation. XD

Until next time, Michael.

Michael, you're so hot, you burn me. LOL.

(i ought to stop making up random, not to mention crappy, pick-up lines. -.-")

special thanks to:
chaii - for the camera. you're my second favorite person right now next to MJ. mwah!
elisa - for the tickets in Trinoma. and for tagging me along. rock on. XD
alex - for the tickets, too. ^_^
elisa's mom - for accompanying us in Greenbelt. and taking the picture. and convincing the organizer to let us have a picture with MJ.
Ms. Organizer 1 - for letting us in for free and the semi-VIP seats.
Ms. Organizer 2 - for letting us meet MJ.
Kuya Manong Photographer - for taking a picture of us with MJ.

you guys rock! 

Multiply is down right now so i'm blogging here instead. X3

I'm soooo into Oofuri recently. This is the first time I've actually liked a main character who cries so much. I don't even like Tsuna (Hitman Reborn) that much. I mean, for goodness sake, how can he be such a wimp when he's *that* good?! Ugh. Well, at least the good-looking guys pulled the anime/manga off. 8D

Anyway, back to Oofuri. I just can't seem to hate Mihashi even though he cries at every possible moment. Must be because of the yaoi implications. Hahaha. And at least he's got an excuse as to why he turned out to be like that.

And I've never been interested in baseball before I watched/read Oofuri. It's kind of fun once you get the hang of it. I never really understood how that "three strikes and you're out" rule goes but I sort of have an idea now. I think I'm so hooked into baseball I'm even considering buying myself a baseball bat for my next birthday. Well, okay, that's a bit insane. Maybe a baseball ball and gloves would do. Haha.

First Posts Never Die

Mood:

Is it just me or are the first posts really that hard to write?

I don't even know why I'm into blogging again. I'll prolly just ditch this again in a month or so. Pfft.

But I'm sort of looking forward to posting stuffs. I mean, I originally planned this blog to be more of the post-whatever-i-want-to-post-and-who-cares-if-people-see-them kind of blog. I think I really shouldn't mind at all if people see what I'm posting or not. Who cares? It's mine, after all.


So here's to my future posts! Cheers!

~kaori

closed until further notice

this has got to be the worst sembreak ever.

and i'm making it worse by subjecting myself to house arrest.

i haven't been out of the house for what - four, five days. i don't know.

i'm just not in the mood to go out and have fun or something.

this seriously sucks.

makes me want to go on some unknown island, dig myself a hole, and hibernate indefinitely.

sigh.

this has got to be one of the major drawbacks of philosophy -- it makes methink.

i never think. 

i'm just this happy-go-lucky random person who doesn't give a rats ass about anything (or so i'd like to believe).

besides, thinking is not suited for my oh-so-puny little brain.

but i don't know... somewhere along those painfully long hours of philosophy classes i just lost myself in deep thought.

and i'm still lost right now.

so, i'm quitting the drama.

maybe i'll just really go on some island and... well, i don't know... think some more?

whatever.

and though it pains me much to cut myself off from the internet world (yeah, right), i guess i'll have to lie low for a while.

no more multiply. no more ym. no more random internet surfing...

gawds, i haven't even tried that plurking thingamajigga craze yet. some other time, maybe. hmm.

i'll just keep you updated on which deserted island i'm bound to inhabit.

so yeah, until further notice.

later, y'all.

it's not everyday death eaters chase you

i woke up with the faint ringing of a bell, only to figure out it was my phone's alarm going off. it was the most annoying sound one can hear early in the morning and i struggled to look for the cursed thing, which i ended up sleeping on. i squinted at the still blurry digital numbers screaming 8:30 on the screen and it only took me a couple of milliseconds to comprehend the situation i am in.

it's 8:20 in the freakin' morning (since my phone is 10 minutes advanced).

i have a 10-point bonus problem that needs to be submitted BEFORE 8:30, considering it would be the only source of any points, positive points, in my last exam (100 point f*cked up exam).

i'm f*cking late. (need i say more?)

and i'm panicking.

well, at least i had the decency to brush my teeth, change my clothes, and do other necessary chorvas, in record breaking time, mind you, before i ran to school -- from the eight floor of a building (i didn't take the elevator) to the third floor of another building across the street. 

i was cursing whoever the idiot was who said that it was illegal to cross Katipunan. i had to run to the overpass, run up, run across, run down, run, run, and run all the way to Faura. i can only be thankful that there's no law against students running around the school like they are being chased by a googillion death eaters. 

i swear my heart was pounding so hard against my rib cage, it felt like it would suddenly pop out any second. it was a matter of life and death. besides, it wasn't only my paper at stake. i'm responsible for submitting a classmate's paper as well. and if she doesn't blast me off to oblivion for not making it on time, i'd do the honors, myself.

okay, not really. i'd just be left to contemplate how miserable my life is for the rest of my already miserable life. and how i made other lives miserable cause i'm so miserable and...what the f*ck am i saying?

anyway, lo and behold, i made it just in time.

i arrived in the department at exactly 8:29.

am i great, or am i just great?

i think i might be the new Phidippides of this generation. heh.

and if ever i wasn't able to make it in time, i'll prolly just drop school and train as a runner for the next olympics. after failing almost everything, i need some ego booster.

the adrenaline rush of the last 10 minutes was enough to bring me back to life. i was practically dead yesterday after messing up a theo oral exam (how the f*ck am i supposed to know how love goes around in this freaking world?), being reminded how effing clueless i am in programming (i quote: "pwede pa namang mag-withdraw sa class diba?"), being slapped in the face by the fact that there's a 96.38% chance of getting a zero in a 100-point exam (it sucks finding out that you ignored a problem just to spend two f*cking hours solving another problem with NO solution), and sulking for not being able to get some tickets for the Ateneo-La Salle game.

sigh. it's kinda depressing to know that you're relying on adrenaline rush to revive you. but still, with all that adrenaline in my body, it was a surprise how i just dropped dead in my bed afterwards. too much exhaustion for the last 20 minutes, maybe. who knows.

at least i was able to pass our life source aka bonus problem. i'm back to dreamland and i couldn't care less whatever's gonna happen for the next few hours.

goodmorning world, goodnight to me.

stupidity sucks...

stupidity sucks...

and its aftermath.

i saw the ball coming...

...but i still got hit square in the face.

in short, tanga. >.<

of procrastination and caffeine

wide awake at this friggin' ungodly hour in the morning...

staring stupidly at the computer screen.

i blame it all on coffee.

and delayed, over-ignored, almost forgotten, lab reports.

i crown myself queen of procrastination.

damn.

i'm feeling schizophrenic right now.

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a cow jumped over the fence of an unknown building in the vast fields of green mountains.

searching for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow guarded by ugly trolls who goble up less ugly billy goats.

and he flew with the help of pixie dust scattered in the sky by the wandering clouds admiring the dancing daffodils along the shore of the calm sea.

a leprechaun apparated suddenly and furiously ran over the hundreds of daffodils who cried in dismay as they were being crushed.

he then took an arrow and shot the cow dead. he dragged it to a nearest factory and turned it to a chocolate drink and labeled it CHUCK-Y.

the end.

whaddaf---fishes...? O.o

how schizophrenic-y.

schizophrenia - psychological term referring to being "sabaw".

how's that for a definition? XD

so much for taking up psy101.

my teacher's sooooo gonna fail me.

@_@ 

[edit]

i'm off to bed.

04:56 am.