The Canadian Chronicles: Day 2
POSTED AT 02:44 AM

platinumangel

Today is when things get really weird.

Woke up at 10:30 because . . . I am a freaky insomniac.

Reduced myself to speaking in (surprisingly fluent) Fookien and (still surprisingly fluent) Filipino, but more geared on the former.

I am also speaking English more. Boy, when i come back . . . haha.

Okay, so I slept at about five am, coming home from Courtney's place, and still not being tired (the whole jet-lag thing screws around with your body clock).

Oh, and by the way, did I mentioned? IT'S FREAKING COLD HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How I miss the warmness of the Philippines . . . but I DON'T!!!!!! Yes Jackie, major contradiction there.

Still, I miss only certain aspects of it, not anything major (like the government. Hah!).

 

Now, for the next part of the updating of my neurotic journal . . .

 I went back to sleep sometime after eleven, only to be awakened later by Dad and Mom's blabbing (Mom: It's raining!!!). And woop-tee-doo, it is.

So we have lunch/breakfast/brunch (well, it's the first meal of the day, and it was meant to be breakfast, but it's already past one, so it's actually lunch, but we didn't have breakfast, so it's brunch . . . Right?), and then find Auntie Bambie in the house, and she leaves later, and then we leave for the Coquitlam Library, where I am currently at. And I might bring pictures home. :D:D:D

Little tidbit of yesterday:

When we went to Wendy's to eat, there was this guy in black with two kids. A little five-year old girl, and a toddler boy. He was handling them all alone, and he was treating them to all sorts of unhealthy stuff like Iced Cream and Coke. Yes, coke for a baby. 

So, anyway, he goes to play with them, and they run off but there is a certain melancholiness in the way he moves.

So I imagine that his spouse died, or divorced. Mom says it's absolutely ridiculous and dismisses my concerns. I disagree up til now. And she is right beside me watching me type this, thinking that I don't know she's watching me type this. Yes.

Well, that's all for today, folks! Have a great April Fool's Day. Which is tomorrow. I must find a good prank for my brothers. And hopefully, I don't sleep at five am tomorrow. Again. 

Reading: This.
Listening to: The chatter of some girl on the phone
Watching: This.
Feeling: blah.

The Canadian Chronicles: Day 3
POSTED AT 07:58 PM

platinumangel

This is getting really annoying. Had to wait at the library of Coquitlam for over ten minutes for a terminal number that I was down for at 11:30. The dude leaves at 11:40.

And this guy that was using dad's computer actually had himself down for twelve. Not eleven. So dad had to wait quite a while. FUUUUUU...........

Okay, blabbering about yesterday now.

From last entry: went over to Superstore and bought stuff. We got a deal on this scrumptuous cake, which we feasted on. Haha!

 Okay, anyway, we went home, had dinner and slept. Of course, we didn't REALLY sleep! It wasn't possible. Slept at twelve. Woke up at (brace yourself) 3:30 am. yeah. Roughly three hours of sleep. Ridiculous.

Stayed up until Andrew awakens at 4:00, after which we play poker until some time into six. Andrew is soon clobbered out of the game and Alex and I call it a draw. Looks like my poker skills are as good as anyone's, eh?

Walk out and lo and behold, it's a beautiful day today after the disheartening summer-showers yesterday. So we finish with all of that and watch TV after breakfast.

And what do we hear on the all of the music channels, heck, on ALL the channels? COUNTRY MUSIC!!!!!!!!!

I mean, okay, I'll admit it, country music was hap'nin when we got here. The first fifty times. And then you hear the same tune again. And again. And again and again and again and again and again and again . . .

 

Now I feel homicidal. Insert one of Jackie's "Foamy-homicidal-squirrel" jokes here.

Okay, we watch this REALLY beautiful movie about some guy that (for some strange reason, really, reminds me of Mr. Penas!!!! Ooh... shall email him now.) puts people together in relati onships (like Cupid). So he goes back in time with this girl to save the girl's daughter (from three years in the past) from becoming a loveless wretch.

And of course, he just disappears. Just disappears. And there!

I have eight minutes and fifteen seconds left on my timed session. Yes, they are timed thirty minutes. Hay nako. Okay, that's all that's happened so far. Gonna get that laptop! At a store called "Staples" . . . go figure.

I'm just sick of Dawson's Creek replays. Like, the same eppy thrice a day. And I need that laptop! My thirty-minute sessions must come to an end. A final, bitter end. Laptop . . . laptop . . . laptop . . .

 

Shall now make a wretched attempt at getting into contact with Mr. Penas. Wala lang. Just that guy . . . 

Reading: i'm tired of saying "this" . . . THIS!!!!!
Listening to: The same library crap.
Watching: this
Feeling: thirsty

The Canadian Chronicles: Day 4 to 5
POSTED AT 11:03 PM

platinumangel

Day 4:

Well, a lot of stuff happened yesterday. In ascending order:

Andrew gets banned from singing and dancing (OH HAPPY DAY!!!!!!!!!)

The Pope passed on (May he now find eternal rest in God's loving embrace)

Fr. Johnny Go, of the Society of Jesus, better known as the school director of Xavier School, Philippines, decides to show up in Canada! (Aren't we all just soooooo happy.)  Yes, it seems crap finds a way to track me down, sniff me out and hit right smack dab in the face. After releasing a disturbing secret about something going on there that they all just thought that no one would know about, he is probably embittered to me. So Dad, being the genius that he is, calls Andrew to meet with Father Go after the mass, before lunch, and they babble some more, remembering each other from his graduation not so long ago. And then he turns to me.

Fr. Go: Oh, hi!

Me: (obvious annoyance and ... annoyance at his perkiness) Hi . . .

*shake hands*

*shudder* Yes. Ugh. The one place I thought I could escape his wrath is the one place that the said wrath recurs. Joy.

You know what? This is why I NEVER miss the Philippines! I am constantly reminded of it here. The whole Father Go episode, the Filipinos in almost every convenience store, etc... 

 5771 Granville Avenue, Richmond B.C. Zip Code: V7C 1E8. The Accursed place where that mass was held. FUFUFUFUFUFUFUFUUUUUUUUUU . . . I cannot bring myself to type the last two letters.

I am now addicted to this song called Waiting on The Wonderful by Aaron Lines. He's supposed to be some kind of freaking country heartthrob. Jackie, you decide. And maybe he'll steal your heart away from Trevor.

Well fun poke happens. It turns out, there's gonna be some kind of celebration of 50 years (next year, on the yearw of Alex's graduation) of Xavier. Presently, Father Go will go to different parts of the world, meaning China, Vancouver, Canada, and all sorts of Xaverian hot-spots in America (NY, San Fran (Bay Area), Boston, etc...) and explain to them what they explained to us. That at exactly the same time, we're going to toast to Xavier, all Xaverians, in every part of the world that they're in, at 3:00-ish in the Philippines, about 9:00 here, abouot 7:00 in the US,  and whatever corresponding times in China and Japan. And at that one second, we all just greet our beloved school Happy Birthday. It's genius. F-ing ingenius.

I've just made a decision: I don't wanna come back there. My mind's made up. I don't want the Phils. I'm through with it, throwing it out, breaking free of the shell, popping out of the box and all that. No more. But sadly, I am withheld by decision of my parents, and my obligation to finish my Xavier education. I'm going back, against my will.

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Day 5:

Couldn't sleep last night. Began trying to at abouot 8:20 pm, and failed miserably. I'm a freaking insomniac.

And no, it is not jet lag or whatever other reason you can think of. I have boundless energy all throughout the day. So anyway, kept trying and am bothered throughout the night until about three am, and I go to watch TV until six, then go on til eight, then wake up at ten, go to the library, forget my card (so I can't log in) then go home, drop mom off at Superstore, then go here (with the card this time!) and do this. Sorry, rushed. Daylight savings time and the lady needs to use the computer. I'm seven minutes overboard. Later! 

The Canadian Chronicles: Day Six and Seven
POSTED AT 06:53 PM

platinumangel

Well, day six was semi-okay.

Did mostly nothing. Then went home, cooked for FOUR HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and went to sleep. Well, tried, anyway. Then I watched Gilmore Girls, which was SUPER NICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah. I wanna watch it again and again . . .

And there is this cute argument:

Us five at Richmond Center:

Alex: Si mom, nandupang ng pagkain.

Andrew: Oo nga. Nan-dupang.

Alex: Pwede ba, huwag mong dupanging yung "dupang" ko.

Andrew: Eh dupang lang daman eh!

Alex: Kaya nga. Dupang lang, kaya huwag mo nang dupangin.

Those two will never grow up.

Day Seven:

Wake up with fever. Crap. Going to the doctor later. Okay.

And Jackie, go to the gallery, click the link beside the picture of Aaron there, and then watch Waitin On The Wonderful. THAT should make you love him . . . and dump Fehrman.

Feeling: sick

The Canadian Chronicles: Day Eight
POSTED AT 02:29 PM

platinumangel

I have no want to update my Tabulas journal regarding the present events of my stay in Canada. However, for the sake of the ones I care for (i.e. my friends), those who rely on this site solely for information on my current position in life, I shall deign to their demands.

AARON LINES, PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

His songs are the greatest. They make sense. And they (for some odd reason) really touch me. *sniffle*

Oh yeah, and a little tidbit, when i snagged the lyrics of Waitin On The Wonderful, and listened to the song for the nth time, I saw the line, "The kid eating iced cream at the laundromat" and I just happened to be at the laundromat. What a coincidence! Thank fully, I wasn't eating iced cream.

Yeah, and he has good videos. Thanks to whoever decided on that. Jackie'll probably hate him more if she saw any of them because he didn't look to good in them.

But then again, who am I to judge, right? Jackie, look at Living Out Loud. That's the best video he has in the archive of

http://www.aaronlines.com/main.php?body=multimedia

So that's all that's happened for now. And to "dupang" is to "nakaw".

I'm also casting a web-wide search for the downloadable version of "Waitin On The Wonderful" by, who else, him.

Someone, help!

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The (Much-Awaited) Waitin' On The Wonderful lyrics, by Aaron Lines:

It's way too easy to live this life,
With your eyes half closed,
Don't I know, I spent half my time,
Bored out of my mind sleep walkin,
Well I wake up to this fools parade,
And I watch the leaves fall down,
I see everything changing but somehow I feel caged in,
Just hangin around

I'm waitin on the wonderful, something to set me free,
out of the ordinary,  to come and rescue me,
yeah I could use a little love, love, love,
to send me a sign, I'm tired of the typical,
I'm waitin on the wonderful

It's that feelin thats hard to explain,
when the world's so big and you’re so small,
and you get caught up in the wonder of it all,
thats what I'm missin, I saw that look today,
on the young kids face,
eating ice cream at the laundromat,
well if you asked him, it was christmas again,
I wanna get that back,

I'm waitin on the wonderful,
or something to believe,
out of the ordinary, taste of something sweet,
yeah I could use a little love, love, love,
to send me a sign,
I'm tired of the typical,
I'm waitin on the wonderful,

yeeeah yeah,
I'm waitin on the wonderful,

I know it's out there,
i'm waitin on the wonderful,
Or somethin to believe,
Out of the ordinary,
To come and rescue me,
I could use a little love love love
To send me a sign,
I'm tired of the typical,
I'm waitin on the wonderful,
Somethin mystical,
I'm waitin on the wonderful,

I'm waitin on the wonderful,

something to set me free

Listening to: Waitin' On The Wonderful!!!! (Yes!!!)
Feeling: touched

Aaron Lines.
POSTED AT 06:40 PM

platinumangel

I must make Jackie love him. Love him. Love him. Yes, Jackie, fall under my hypnotic spell. You love... Aaron Lines!

Eh kasi naman eh! She just had to go and fall for Trevor Fehrman, who, as many of us unanimously agreed, is NOT HOT!!!!!!!!

So I will make her fall for someone that (probably) looks a lot better and can SING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So hayan.

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Turn It Up by Aaron Lines

The Canadian Chronicles: Day 9
POSTED AT 01:32 PM

platinumangel

I DID NOTHING!!!!!!

Well, that's not entirely true.

After a morning of computer, computer, computer, I went to all of these furniture shops and snagged soooo many good pictures of Canadian sunsets. I'm now going to start an Aaron Lines fic. JACKIE MUST LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then, we grabbed an optical mouse (this is where I put an "X" and a "D" beside each other, right?), and went home. Dad and I go to Superstore and get some stuff for mom... and... CHIPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAHOO!!!!!!! Yeah. Too bad I can't HAVE ANY OF IT!!!!!!! Because I just had to get sick. No, the parents are not stopping me. It's MYSELF that's stopping me... the uber-responsible, psychotic side of me.

Then we cooked and slept.

I need a video copy of Aaron Lines' Waitin' On The Wonderful. I'm waiting people! (haha!)

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I Can Read Your Heart by Aaron Lines (WHO ELSE?????)

Well, i don't claim to know everything
But some things aren't hard to figure out
I can tell your love for me has been fading
And i know what you wanna to talk about

Cause i can read your heart, it wants to say goodbye
I can read your heart like an open book
It's written in your arms, they no longer hold me tight
And what you're about to say is tearing me apart
So don't start, baby, i can read your heart

I felt it skip a beat on the night we met
Moving cautiously at first, then letting go
Yeah, with each passing day, i turned another page
So there ain't much i don't already know

Cause i can read your heart, it wants to say goodbye
I can read your heart like an open book
It's written in your arms, they no longer hold me tight
And what you're about to say is tearing me apart
So don't start, baby, i can read your heart

Well, i knew this day was coming, it was there between the lines
Still i was hoping maybe i could change your mind
But that's not gonna happen, no way upon this earth
So just kiss me one last time, but don't say a word

Cause i can read your heart, it wants to say goodbye
I can read your heart like an open book
It's written in your arms, they no longer hold me tight
And what you're about to say is tearing me apart
So don't start, baby, i can read your heart

So don't start, baby, i can read your heart
I can read your heart

Listening to: I Can Read Your Heart
Feeling: that I love this song

The Canadian Chronicles: Day Ten
POSTED AT 02:17 PM

platinumangel

6:20 AM. And you would know that to be precise time, with me typing.

I have been doing that for the past few days--wake up super early to update.

I have downloaded several new Aaron Lines songs... You Get The Picture has so many . . . innuendoes . . . and the tune is perfect for the song. (wink)

Okay. So yesterday, we went to some park and I wasted 30+ pictures in my cell's camera on the park's scenery. And we ran some forest trail and arrived at the end and swung for a while. Then went home, stopping by A&W and Tim Horton (which was adjoining with Wendy's).

Then went home to mom and fed her. And then bathed and TRIED to go to sleep, but was awoken to go back to that damn park, then FINALLY got to sila Courtney's... only to find Rachel leaving. Courtney pops out waving the bottle around like she's bopping someone on the head with it. . Squabble. It looks like this:

Courtney: *pops out of the door* Achie, can you drop Sam at school?

Rachel: What? But I'm going to work!

Courtney: Okay.. whatever... *runs back in*

Andrew: Oh c'mon achie, drop Sam at school...

Alex: Yeah, achie! Be nice...

Rachel: I'm going to work! And this is Jay's car! *talks about how he said she could only use it to go to his house*.

Andrew: You mean you're willing to let her freeze to death in the cold weather outside?

Rachel: What? COLD? Are you guys cold? I'm not cold. It's hot kaya!

Andrew: Oh, fine! You're willing to let her freeze to death in the hot weather outside?

Alex: Hinde! Stupid!

Andrew I mean... uh...

Rachel: Okay, I really have to go. *runs off*

We go upstairs and end up watching Courtney's band thingie for about... two minutes, accompany her and Sam to school, and then meet two new friends: Ying (curiously pronounced with an emphasized "Y" sound) and CP. Forgot what her name was. Carla? I think....

Anyway, we go to Court's house with them and Ben, and eat Pizza Pop thingies (they look like empanadas with lasagna in them). Dad picks us up and brings us to Boston pizza, McDonald's and Subway, and then we go home, I eat, and sleep. 7:11 am now. Haha.

And the guy from that show "Twice In A Lifetime" is actually Paul Popowich, who plays Joe Hardy in the revival of the Hardy Boys. He's only started working on the show in the second season. The eppy I saw was "Matchmaker, Matchmaker". Maybe I can make Jackie fall in love with him . . . *eyebrow subconsciously rises at the possibilities* . . .

Down with Trevor! LOL.

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You Get The Picture by Aaron Lines (YOU MUST DOWNLOAD THIS!)

Barry White, he woke me out of my sleep
"Love Unlimited" on infinite repeat
I live alone, so why's the shower running?
My mind is groggy - my memory's foggy
The smell of incense lingers in the bedroom
I can't believe it's already past noon
On my arm there's a strange new tattoo
Shirt on the fan blade - pants on the lampshade

You get the picture, clear as a bell
You get the picture, just hang it on your bedroom wall
You get the picture, and put a frame around it
Empty bottle of tequila, Jose Cuervo margaritas
Popcorn and a game of Twister
You get the picture... you get the picture

A book of matches on my dresser from the Sky Bar
Doggie bag from Dos Amigos
That valet parker still has the keys to my car
Piece by piece, it's coming back to me
I met my buddies after work
We shot some pool, a couple beers
Before I knew it, we were rocking
Met some girls, we started talking
It's not like me to get nervous, but she was perfect

You get the picture, clear as a bell
You get the picture, just hang it on your bedroom wall
You get the picture, and put a frame around it
A mariachi band was playing, she was dancing close and swaying
Fireworks when I kissed her
You get the picture

Suddenly, the shower opens in a cloud of steam
Standing there, the woman of my dreams

You get the picture, clear as a bell
You get the picture, just hang it on your bedroom wall
You get the picture, and put a frame around it
You get the picture
You get the picture, clear as a bell
You get the picture, just hang it on your bedroom wall
You get the picture

Listening to: You Get The Picture by Aaron Lines
Feeling: rushed

This... Is... *weird music* SIN CITY!!!!!!
POSTED AT 04:37 PM

platinumangel

Blood. Gore. Blood. Gore. More blood. More gore.

What else did you expect from a Quentin Tarantino (however co-)produced movie?

Well, i have to say, IT WAS JUST THE DAMN COOLEST!!!!!!!!!

Although, a bit gory. Yeah. Just a tiny bit. *flashbacks on blood shooting out of people's heads and tearing out of peoples' genitals. Twice.*

Well, with an all star cast, the powerful comic-book feel, a great story line, lots of ingenious repetitions, blood and gore, and . . . um . . . sex, this movie is now at the top of my favorites list.

Kill Bill (either of them) was bloodier than this, of course (Hell-O! This was produced ONLY BY Quentin Tarantino!), but the story isn't as powerful, and ingenious, and comic-book-y.

Elijah Woods plays a cannibalistic freak that eats hookers and doesn't cut his nails, and is surprisingly an expert at ninjitsu: quite different from his other (milder) roles as Mandy's sweetheart and the bearer of the ring, don't you think?

AND BY THE WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY THE HELL IS CONSTANTINE STILL SHOWING HERE??????????

THAT IS SO WEIRD!!!!! AND I HEARD JAY (DON'T!!!!! ASK!!!!!!) AND THE DUDE AT THE COUNTER COMMENTING ABOUT HOW LORD OF THE RINGS WAS ON FOR A YEAR!!!!!!!!!! What the?????

Very different from the movie houses in the Philippines.

Okay, Devon Aoki (Mi-ho) IS SOOOOO COOOLL!!!!!! I shan't tell why, but she reminds me of Uma in Kill Bill Vol. 1. Obviously my fave female.

My fave male was Bruce Willis' character, who strangely (although not looking like he was a day older than 40), is supposed to be sixty-eight. WHAT???????

Word. Okay.

Jessica Alba looks so weird with bangs, but so completely her.

Alexis Bledel (the younger Lorelei (Rory) from Gilmore Girls) is a traitorous, stupid, paranoid, stupid, selfish, stupid hooker. Yes, a hooker. And she was stupid. Well, not at first, but she became stupid.

Gale is the love of Clive Owen's character. The leader of the hookers. Yes, the actually have a leader.

And why does no one seem to die until they kill themselves in this movie?????

The Yellow dick-less, child-molesting freak from hell had himself shot dead, AND castrated, and yet he shows up again, alive and genitaled again. He's just... yellow now. No, I mean YELLOW.

Bruce Willis was shot so many times, he should've been dead. And yet he lived. Until he killed himself. Is that weird?

The feel of this movie is something that you don't get nightmares of, but something that you imagine again and again in comicbook form--with the characters penned in ink.

Anyway, the Nancy-Hartigan love story was the sweetest. And it's epic. Not something that you usually see.

Tidbit: apparently, there's some kind of truce between cops and whores. Is that weird? I mean, hello???? Cops. Whores. Together. There is nothing about that you can't imagine!!!! And this whole generation-long truce between them will break because Jackie Boy dies. Oh the horror. Do the cops give a damn if one cop dies at the hands of whores? And BY THE FUCKING WAY! Who the hell decided that hookers are trained killers, seasoned in martial arts and kung fu???? Where would the get the money for that kind of education? Isn't that the reason they're hookers? To make money?

And there was this one guy who gets shot through this chest with an arrow (it's still sticking out of him) and he doesn't even double over, or shout, or fall or whatever. He just stares and goes, "Oh, great."

Finally, Mi-ho shoots another arrow through his brain. And he STILL doesn't die. He just sighs. (????????)

And is it weird that the creator of the movie (Frank Miller) plays a priest (that either gets shot in the head by the ugly guy that loved Goldie/Wendy (played by Jaime King, the leading lady in Bulletproof Monk)(I think his name was Marv), or has his throat strangled out by the ugly guy that loved Goldie/Wendy (played by Jaime King, the leading lady in Bulletproof Monk)(I think his name was Marv))? Ooookay.

Brittany Murphy does a good job of playing a tortured whore (cos of her unsophisticated, unattached drawl). And wouldn't that mean that the truce between the Cops/Whores had already been broken? Because of Jackie Boy and Shellie (Murphy)?

Okay, all in all, t'was a fairly good movie. Goodbye. 

Listening to: What Beautiful Is by YKW
Feeling: sick

The Canadian Chronicles: Day 12
POSTED AT 01:41 PM

platinumangel

Went around, wrapping our loose ends up. We're gonna move to another place cos the dust from the carpet is getting to mom, dad and Drew. I don't know what they're talking about.

I've scrapped the word of the entry thing, if you haven't noticed.

I'll tell you the most interesting part of the day:

We are driving past Superstore.

*green light* *dad slows*

Alex: *in front* *points* Go!

Dad: *driving* Hump! *rides over hump* *people in car are shaken*

Alex: *points to Drew, who's sick or something* Koksi!

...

Me: *behind* Go hump who????

Alex: *laughs*

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I Can't Live Without Your Love by Aaron Lines

Baby, how'd we wind up this far apart
Using words as weapons like daggers to our hearts
This standoff of indifference isn't solving anything
But baby, I've been thinking 'bout what I stand to lose
I can live without being right, so if I have to choose

I can't live without your love
I can't live without your touch
The pride I stand to gain isn't worth the pain
I can't face another day
And I don't care who's to blame
If this is what it takes, I'll be the one to break
I'm not giving up
I can't live without your...

Footsteps down the hallway, the strength you have within
How much you say in silence, yeah, your breath upon my skin
Don't know who I am without you
Just like the very air I breathe

I can't live without your love
I can't live without your touch
The pride I stand to gain isn't worth the pain
I can't face another day
And I don't care who's to blame
If this is what it takes, I'll be the one to break
I'm not giving up
Cause I can't live without your love

As we sit here in the quiet, there's a pounding in my head
I feel the weight of a thousand angry words between us
The bitter things we said
So I'm reaching out to you tonight
Yeah, I don't care who's wrong and baby, I don't care who's right
We've come too far to let this slip away now
I'm asking you, I'm telling you
I'm begging you

I can't live without your love
I can't live without your touch
The pride I stand to gain isn't worth the pain
I can't face another day
And I don't care who's to blame
If this is what it takes, I'll be the one to break
I'm not giving up

I can't live without your love
I can't live without your touch
The pride I stand to gain isn't worth the pain
Can't face another day
And I don't care who's to blame
If this is what it takes, I'll be the one to break
I'm not giving up
I can't live without your love

I can't live without your love
I need you, baby

Listening to: I Will Be There by Aaron Lines
Feeling: annoyingly awake

The Canadian Chronicles: Days 13-14
POSTED AT 05:47 AM

platinumangel

Major improvements have occurred in my lifestyle. I have left Mrs. Jefferson's stuffy place. I am in a new, very big, very comfty new home. But there's no wi-fi, so the connection is extremely erratic.

I have learned to bike. Yes, tease me if you want, but i now know how. Hah! I was feeling shaky at first, but i got over it, and in under an hour, I went from zero to master. We went to Stanley park to bike, so it was fine.

Of course, I nearly died several times too, but i have no wounds.

COOL.

I also am workin on a fic for Jackie. She. Must. Love. Aaron...

AND I HAVE THAT FOOKING AARON LINES CD!!!!!! WAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

So many cool songs. I highly recommend.

One step closer to making Jackie love him. I don't care what she says.

I'll be home soon, in five days. And Aku Jojo and Uncle Jake are coming here tomorrow. And so is Angin. One big reunion. In Vancouver.

It's gonna be fun.

Listening to: Waitin On The Wonderful.
Feeling: indescribable

The Canadian Chronicles: Days 15-18
POSTED AT 02:47 AM

platinumangel

Well, a lot transpired since last update:

Angin arrived. 7:30 pm. Aku Jojo and Uncle Jake came later in the day: 3 am. Yeah. From NY.

On the way home, (3 AM ito ah) Alex and Dad (who fetched them) went to McDonalds and ordered stuff. Then they left and came home and realized that they didn't get the food. So they go all the way back, only to realize their food's been thrown, and replaced by Egg McMuffins. Which are actually burgers. (Neh?)

So they leave, and leave US with a frickin IPOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH--IYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.............

So happeeeee....

And what happens is, it's now Drew's birthday (ANdrew, Jackie. ANDREW.) and he's now legal. The brothers are right beside me right now, staring at me type this and proofreading my stuff. Commenting on how fast I type.

And we're at this Jap place for his "dinner" and there're some tsinoys in the next cubicle. Isn't that . . . coool?

Russel Peters is sooo cool!!!!!!! I love his comedy. His brand of. So cool.

Dad buggin to use.

I'm coming home soon, people! COming home. Now where's the lyrics to that Michael Buble song?

New fav song: I Can't Live Without Your Love Aaron Lines

Baby, how’d we wind up this far apart
Using words as weapons
Like daggers to our hearts
This stand-off of indifference
Isn’t solving anything
Baby, I’ve been thinking
At what I stand to lose
I can live without being right
So if I have to choose

I can’t live without your love
I can’t live without your touch
The pride I stand to gain
Isn’t worth the pain
I can’t face another day
And I don’t care who’s to blame
If this is what it takes
I’ll be the one to break
I’m not giving up
I can’t live without your love

Footsteps down the hallway
The strength you have within
How much you say in silence
Your breath on my skin
Don’t know who I am without you
Just like the very air I breathe

Chorus

As we sit here in the quiet
There’s a pounding in my head
I feel the weight of a thousand angry words between us
The bitter things we said
So I’m reaching out to you tonight
Yeah, baby, I don’t care who’s wrong
And baby, I don’t care who’s right
We’ve come to far to let this slip away now
I’m asking you, I’m telling you, I’m begging you

Chorus (x2)

I can’t live without your love (x2)
I need you, baby

The Canadian Chronicles: Epilogue
POSTED AT 09:50 AM

platinumangel

We had been for quite a romp.

On the last day, I awoke to my alarm and rushed to prepare. We packed the last of the baggage until mid morning, then left and returned the car we rented to Budget.

Angin went on her flight, and we sat in the airport's lounge area until our next flight, with Burger King for lunch (the lady at the counter was a Filipina).

Then, at three, we left for Narita. I got an aisle seat in the right of the plane, and in the seat next to mine, there was no one, but in the seat next to the one next to mine, there sat a Singaporean lady.

We had an interesting conversation and I learned a lot (Jackie, that line in your Tabulas is very accurate.). Here's what I found out:

Singapore was, like Hong Kong, colonized by the British. They received independence in 1965. Singapore and Malaysia are connected by bridges: they're 30 minutes away from each other.

Land in Sinapore, cos it's such a small place, is very expensive. So is education.

The languages they speak are: English, then Mandarin, then Hokkien, then Malay, then Cantonese (ala Hong Kong).

Well, the food wasn't all that good, and the last dish they served put me on the verge of throwing up, that i had to mooch some air-sickness tablets from mom. And I ran to the CR to puke, but it didn't come out. So I just bore it.

I calmed my stomach by supplying my brain with inordinate doses of Aaron Lines (mostly I Can't Live Without Your Love) and some witty conversation with Andrew and Alex. Then, we flew again, I fell asleep, and we arrived home. In the Philippines. At one in the morning. Here.

When we came out, we thought we'd get the water in us squelched out by the heat. Instead, we were hit by a blessed blast of frigid air. Why? Airports in the Philippines DO have air conditioning! WHEEE.

And then we go outside, and have the water in us squelched out by the heat. Saya ano?

Anyway, we find Joel and ride off to the office, retrieve the home keys, buy load, and go home. Load up my cell and tell both Christian and Jackie that I'm home. Christian calls, and then Jackie calls, and all hell breaks loose. Everything it home has rat shit on it, and we spend the better part of three and a half hours (you do the math) cleaning the beds and kitchen up. Yes, the maid left us.

So anyway, i claim the iPod for myself, and drag myself to bed at four thirty AM, with I Can't Live Without Your Love (I am not going to get over this song anytime soon) lazily rolling into my ear, and i sleep.

And thus ends the Canadian Chronicles.

And thus begins the Days of Uncertainty
POSTED AT 07:24 PM

platinumangel

As a friend of mine once said:

Once you have a crush, you never really get over them. They have a special place in your heart.

Well, true. More than true lately. Old crush, old feelings. Damn her. I don't want her. But I feel for her.

No more maid. As continued from before:

Woke up to the brothers horsing around. The iPod is no longer attached to my ears. It's with Alex, who's watching TV and playing the karaoke and using the computer all at the same time.

Start moving, no breakfast to eat, travel to a number of Chinese restaurants (all of which are closed except for one branch of Gloria Maris in Greenhills). Finally settle there.

And this is what I miss so much about Canada (look at me, just 19 hours into Manila and I'm already sick of it again), that everything here is just . . . not everything there.

I walk into Gloria Maris, but it's not Yao Han (despite the bitchy Hongers there). I walk into Cherry, but it isn't Superstore. I sit in the backseat, and the highest we go is fifty, and even then, the humps on the road are atrocious. The traffic is horrendous. The people have no road sense. There are no stoplights. You could get skin cancer from the sun here. Evening comes too early (there, the sun sets at 8/9/10, depending on the season). There's a heat wave and no natural arctic blasts to counteract the heat. My God.

I love Canada. And i'm not giving it up for anything. ANYTHING.

Arrive home and clean the house. Leave for lunch at twelve forty five. Buy Jollibee (yes, this is the one good thing about the Philippines), go home. Eat. Clean. Do laundry.

In the process:

Learn that Conan O' Brien has the same birthday as Andrew. You do the research.

Learn how to work vacuum cleaners.

Learn that Aaron Lines helps relax the brain, and blots out annoying vacuum like sounds coming from the cleaner. Dur.

Learn that Jackie DOES know designer brands. And is working on something that she refuses to reveal to me. Except that it involves the color red. Hmm . . .

Learn that rat poo is annoyingly widespread. Next time we leave the house and the maids are leaving as well, I'm putting bubble wrap over everything and sealing it with mighty bond. Take THAT you stupid crapping rats! And I'm getting two cats.
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I have been thinking of a movie where Aaron Lines is cast as some high school newbie transferee in his junior year, and he meets this girl, fall for each other, get together, fight, (I'm thinking of two situations where both make mistakes) break up, and then it all ends in the senior prom, in which the girl and her date are standing at the edge of the room where he can't see them, and he goes up on stage and sings I Can't Live Without Your Love on stage, and in the middle of the song, he spots the girl and she sees him, and slow-mo thing while the music is playing (in the part where it's just instruments), and then he continues singing and they eye each other, and the girl's date tries to get to her but she ignores him, and she walks to the center of the room, with people all around her, and he finishes the singing part of the song, he walks down the stairs of the stage, the crowd parts, and he meets her at the center of the dance floor and the spotlight shines on them, and he whispers "I love you, *name*" and they kiss, and the rest of the song is still playing in the background, and then they part and they look into each others' eyes and then fade out.

Cheesy, yes. Very. But I don't care. It's sweet and romantic and witty. Or, it WILL be. I'll have to work on the script some time.

Working feverishly on the Lines fic. The Seacrest fic can wait, and I'm out of juice for it anyway. The Drew fics and Drew/Seacrest/Lines fic will also have to wait in line. Must . . . make . . . Jackie . . . love . . . him . . . but alas. She won't. Oh well.
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Fall To Pieces by Avril Lavigne

I looked away
Then I looked back at you
You try to say
The things that you can't undo
If I had my way
I'd never get over you
Today is the day
I pray that we make it through
Make it through the fall
Make it through it all

And I don't want to fall to pieces
I just want to sit and stare at you
I don't want to talk about it
And I don't want a conversation
I just want to cry in front of you
I don't want to talk about it
'Cause I'm in love with you

You're the only one
I'd be with 'til the end
When I come undone
You bring me back again
Back under the stars
Back into your arms

And I don't want to fall to pieces
I just want to sit and stare at you
I don't want to talk about it
And I don't want a conversation
I just want to cry in front of you
I don't want to talk about it
'Cause I'm in love with you

Wanna know who you are
Wanna know where to start
I wanna know what this means
Wanna know how you feel
Wanna know what is real
I wanna know everything
Everything

I don't want to fall to pieces
I just want to sit and stare at you
I don't want to talk about it
And I don't want a conversation
I just want to cry in front of you
I don't want to talk about it

And I don't want to fall to pieces
I just want to sit and stare at you
I don't want to talk about it
And I don't want a conversation
I just want to cry in front of you
And I don't want to talk about it
'Cause I'm in love with you

I'm in love with you
'Cause I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you
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My entire life just spiralled out of control within two hours. I have no control, and no independence. I'm going to have to work as best i can in whatever task I am given, with no ulterior motives. I can't afford any.

These are the Days of Uncertainty.
Listening to: BK Love by MC Sniper

The Woman of My Dreams . . .
POSTED AT 12:41 AM

platinumangel

Since I can't seem to find the lyrics to this song:

Different by Brad Johner. DOWNLOAD IT!

It really reflects what i want in my partner.

And i shall shake you up with another song that you HAVE to download:

I Will Be There by Aaron Lines

I don’t need no sign, don’t need no map
Baby, I know right where I’m at with you
I never thought there’d be a time
But when I felt your hand in mine, I knew

So if you’re thinking
This is something that
Feels so good it could never last
Let me take that worry from your mind

I’ll tell you
I, I will be there
Like heaven, earth and water baby
I wanna breathe the same air
The same air that I know you’re breathing, honey
Every morning, noon and night you’ll see
That I’ll never be that far out of your reach
I will be there

Well, I must admit I’m new at this
But you’ve got something I can’t resist somehow
Like a horseshoe magnet and a paper clip
Baby I’m drawn right to your lips right now

So if you’re thinking I could walk away
Baby I’m afraid it’s a little late
I’ve already crossed the promised line

Chorus

So if you’re thinking
This is something that
Feels so good it could never last
Let me take that worry from your mind

I’ll tell you
I, I will be there
Yeah
I, I will be there

I swear

I, I will be there
Like heaven, earth and water baby
I wanna breathe the same air
The same air that I know you’re breathing, honey
Oh . . .

I will be right there
Yeah, yeah


Comment on my Sin City post.

Mi-ho. A prostitute. Thus, the name. Neh?


Aaron Lines actually had a previous album before Living Out Loud. It was called Love Changes Everything. I WANT THAT ALBUM!!!!!!!!!!

Not like i don't already have the songs, but i'm curious as to what it feels like to own it...

And his new album is coming out in June! The ninth of! I must bug Achi Ann-Ann to get it for me so that i can pick it up when i go there next time . . . AIYEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm also curious to see what songs he's gonna have in it . . . other than his carrier single, Waitin' On The Wonderful. Of course.

I have also officially resigned to Jackie in the battle to make her love Lines. She apparently won't drop Trevor for a BETTER LOOKING GUY WITH A SINGING ABILITY!!!!!!!!!!!

So there.
Listening to: I WILL BE THERE

WHAHAHA!!!! I MADE JACKIE LIKE HIM!!!!!!
POSTED AT 08:48 PM

platinumangel

No, we're not talking Jackie loving Aaron Lines. She has professed complete disinterest in him (fat and ugly. Word), and has made it clear that her liking him would be accompanied by rabbits eating horses, China's democracy and Britney Spears' becoming . . . decent.

So who exactly is it that I was able to make Jackie like?

His name is Josh. No, not Hartnet. Jackie only knows his name and doesn't even know what he looks like.

Josh DUHAMEL!!!!!!!!! BLAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!

How do I know?

She says and I quote, in a text message:

"This josh dude has a nice 6/8 pack, its nt very clear in the picture."

[she thinks he's from Sin City, so disregard the reference in this part of the message]

"Sin city? Hafta watch it before i know if hes hot and he doesnt look too bad bt drews [Drew Fuller] still hotter"

AND THAT'S NOT ALL!!!!!!!! ADRIENNE, CATHERINE AND CHRISTIAN!!!!!!!!!! LISTEN UP!!!!!!

When asked who she thought was hotter between Josh Duhamel and Trevor Fehrman, she replies:

"... ... Secret!!!!"

SHE SO FINDS HIM HOTTER THAN TREV!!!!!!!!!!!

IF SHE DIDN'T, SHE WOULD'VE SAID SOMETHING LIKE "TREVOR FOREVER!!!!!!!!!! HE PALES IN COMPARISON!!!!!!" or something like that. HAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Take THAT Trevor!!!!!!!!!!

Nyarharharharharhar!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I take pride in my work. Yes. Well, DUMP FEHRMAN, GODDAMIT!!!!!!!!!!

Haay... 4:46 AM and I am vacuuming the living room. Another day in this period of my existence that i have branded the Days of Uncertainty.
Listening to: WAITIN' ON THE WONDERFUL

Dream.
POSTED AT 10:56 PM

platinumangel

FINALLY! I remember that dream i had.

Strangely, it involved Duhamel and Lines.

Yeah.

See, i'm apparently some hired assassin working for the government, and i come across them with their girlfriends. Hey, don't ask me.

Anyway, they're on the street, walking around, it's Josh's gf, Josh, Aaron, and then Aaron's gf. From left to right.

Then i bump into them and they, for some reason that i cannot fathom, stop.

And then...

I think we talk about the sky, and then i join them and Aaron's gf disappears. *shrug*

We keep walking and... talk about things that i also cannot remember, and then Josh disappears.

When i look around to see where he went, i see him behind, just standing there. And then i see, far behind him, Aaron's gf.

For some reason, we don't stop, and then Josh's gf lags behind. No, she doesn't just disappear and then reappear behind, she just moves slower and slower and slower until she's hardly moving anymore, but the size of her steps are normal. Weird noh?

Okay, here's the weird part. Aaron stops me by grabbing my shoulder and turning me around. And then he says one word. "Unbelievable."

I sort of stare, i guess, (cos it's in first person view so i don't know what i looked like) and then i turn and walk away (I DON'T KNOW!!!!!!!!!!), but i suddenly see Josh's back a few meters ahead, and he's just standing there. And then i realize that i'm back to the spot in between the place where Aaron's gf started just standing, and where Josh stopped. So Josh was ahead of me, and Aaron's gf is behind.

And then Aaron is right in front of Josh, facing me (but Josh is facing Aaron). But, it's like the left half of his body is covered by the right half of Josh's body, so his head is directly above Josh's left shoulder, and vice versa. And then he stares at me really intently and i shiver. Yes, I feel myself shiver.

Then the "world" spins around me, but i'm stationary, and i see Josh in the same position as Aaron was a while go, but I see the world behind me kanina, where Aaron's gf is.

And then parang, i dunno. I go neutral and stuff, and i see both Aaron and Josh from the side, Aaron's right side, and everything fades red.

And then everything ends. But i wake up much later, after a very very long black.


Weird?

Another dream. That i find very freaky.
POSTED AT 06:44 PM

platinumangel

Brace yourself. Jackie, you probably don't wanna read this. And all the other homophobic people.


Okay, here's how the evening began. I sleep at nine fifty. I wake up at ten forty nine. Yes, exactly 59 minutes later. Weird, neh?

I sleep again. I wake up at twelve midnight to someone chatting on the phone. Guess WHO???????

So I fall asleep AGAIN and begin dreaming.

I find myself in a large center. It sort of looks like a professional control center thing, where there's a lot of glass and marble and gray tiling. Strangely, everything seems to have a green tint. Even greener than the Matrix tint. I'm sure of it.

Anyway, as i enter, there's an oval front desk just before the door so that when you enter, you go to it right away. Then, the room sort of expands a bit with some edges. I walk forward, past the oval, strangely knowing where to go.

As i approach the center of the wider room, there's a much, much higher ceiling that has an opening at the top that reveals the midday sun right above.

I walk past the door to the right, and surprisingly, as i step onto the carpet, it pops open and an electronic voice says, "Student entering."

I walk in and then the entire scene changes and it's evening and Martin (Tioseco), Alfonso (Yaptinchay) and Jansen (Ngo) were suddenly right beside me. There was a large mansion like hotel behind is, it's pitch black evening, there's a fountain to the left, with multi-colored lights to illuminate the water, and a large sloping plateau like thing made of gravel several meters away. And then i find myself on it.

There're a bunch of yellowish spotlights and suddenly, two people practicing Kung Fu appear and start attacking each other, but take no notice of me. And i just keep ducking whatever wayward attacks they might have sent of me. Then Jansen and Alfonso, somehow, appear beside me, and Martin has disappeared, and i reappear within the building that i first saw myself in (the one with the green tint). But I'm already past that point where there's the movement activated automatic sliding door that announces what you are, exactly.

So then i walk around, and find myself in this area where there are all these businessmen in suits and i'm about sixteen floors above ground.

And then i see Arbie. Yes, Arbie. This person knows who he is, but for purposes of "innocence", i shall not name who. But tip: i used to use this name for him in my inbox before.

Anyway, i find out that he's actually in a relationship with Bryan Chua. Yes. HIM of all people. Weirdness.

So, they're together, and they tell me they're running from this elite group of businessman assassins that I hadn't seen, but for some reason, i believed them. So i run with them. We pass the same place i found myself in, and we run into a red tinted CR that I, for some reason, know leads to an exit on the other side, and...

brace yourself...

they smooch.

Yes, they do. But it's like, a peck on the lips. Just when i see them (and almost collapse from shock), they race around the corner. Arbie seems to be dragging some kind of wagon.

They move around a corner and my knees buckle. And I run around the corner again.

And they're far ahead na. I run and run and the "assassins" are far behind us na.

And then we enter a hallway like the one just before the CR.

Then.......... they smooch again. This time, i am perfectly fine at the concept. So, they talk about the assassins like some lovey-dovey couple and when they finish, i start asking them questions like:

Me: Why?
Them: (seeming to know what I'm asking) Well, it just happened. There was chemistry. *kiss again*
Me: Okay.

We chat a bit more, then i glance at a watch that i don't actually have in real life and for some reason, just KNOW that i have to leave the place. This powerful, compelling force that drives me to leave. I say goodbye, and then reach the lobby place, and suddenly, this girl pops up and hands me paper.

Okay, here's the tricky part.

There was some kind of table on the paper, but no lines to separate the info. It was about why Arbie liked Bryan.

I think it went like this:

Strong

Handsome

?

and handsome had a diagonal text above it that said "more by the day" and the question mark thing had "so very" on top if it.

I wondered how the girl knew to give it to me, and how Arbie could've told her about it, but what the hey.

So i leave and the dream ends and i lie there, staring up at the ceiling, digesting the dream. Weird sobra.
Listening to: Close ala Aaron

Jackie. Josh. Now.
POSTED AT 09:13 AM

platinumangel

Alright, that's it. I'm not waiting any longer. She will love him NOW. Even if i have to do it blow by blow by blow.

There! If all of that, doesn't make you love him, then you are hopeless!

Amnesiac Moi.
POSTED AT 08:56 AM

platinumangel

I have no idea why, but i can NEVER recll anything that happened the previous day other than that lakad with Jackie and Co., and working from 5:15 pm to 8:55 pm.

Let's see:

I end up in school, enrolling. We wait for several hours and finally, at 11:00 am, we get to the last counter, before we claim our books.

And then, just when we write the amount on the check...

Alex, mister errorless, writes the wrong number on the check. Even after we've signed it and written the name and did everything! HE MAKES A DAMN MISTAKE!!!!!!! SO EVERYTHING WE WENT THROUGH WAS FOR NOTHING!!!!!!!

We go back to the office, i leave for Rockwell, and Alex goes to get accounts settled with school. IT WAS HIS FAULT AFTER ALL!!!!!!

So, arrive there and go to the top floor to see if Jackie is sitting on the benches as agreed, holding the tickets. (she said she'd show up early.)

She's not. (Why am i not surprised?)

Text her. I passed her load this morning in case she couldn't reply.

She replies she's somewhere in PowerPlant. Yeah, right.

Text Christian. He's looking around too. Tell everyone to meet at Fully Booked. Do so.

Checking out some books on Male Wicca when i bump into someone.

Release a hurried, automatic, "Ay sorry." , then turn around and look down to see whose shoe i accidentally hit. Look up to see Christian observing me.

Jump, and then ask where Jackie is. Nowhere to be seen. Walk around and Christian points KiNaGi to me. We follow--they don't notice.

Christian asks if we should continue to stalk them. Tell him we're not stalking them.

Walk back to Fully Booked, to see Jackie run by, hair wet, turn to see us, turn back and do a double take.

She runs over to us, carrying some kind of multi-colored square thing that reminds me of the McDonalds' logos in Canada.

It turns out to be a bag.

She goes to KiNaGi, and they comes back alone. I have no idea what they did but it spanned ten seconds.

We go get the movie tickets (listen to this conversation on the escalator:

Me: Who gets lost in PowerPlant?

Jackie: I wasn't lost. Hey, you know what? I woke up at 11:30, checked my cellphone and saw the time and then... oh shit. Then I did this, and then that, and then everything. And then i ran all the way here.

Christian: And you're late.

Jackie: Yeah.

Me: *checks time* It's 12:03.)

and we get a dilemma on how many tickets to get. Not sure how many are watching. We get three for the mean time, then head off to Burgoo for lunch.

We're seated then order Chicken Tenders, Supreme flavored pizza and Lemonade for me (no ice), Iced Tea for Christian (with ice. Hey, i HAVE had Iced Tea without ice.) and water with ice for Jackie.

Food comes, try to get pictures, Jackie acquiesces (finally!) and Christian kind of pokes Jackie. Just when i try to brush his hand away, i knock over his drink! On him! *shit! so embarassed at this point!*

I'm still apologizing. Weird part: when it happened, Christian didn't even move. He just stared. And five seconds later, got up. Weird anoh?

So, wipe up and continue eating. Turns out, Jackie hates Ranch. Wouldn't eat the one tiny morsel that i gave her with it. Nut. Haha.

Then, she has pizza, and then we talk on.

I accidentally bump my head into the glass. Something wrong with my depth perception.

Tidbit: I seem to be using the words "For all you know" very often recently. Maybe i should change the name back...

Cath appears. She gives Jackie the copy of Tad Hamilton, Win a Date With, as well as this Adam Sandler flick called Spanglish. (What the hell???)

Blather about why she can't see The Wedding Date with us.

She says it's about security. Maid's got to be with her daw and stuff.

Jackie and i shoot back with "Well where is she now?"

Cath: Downstairs.

Jackie and I stare her down.

Cath: well she has to eat too!

Me: well then let's watch now! While she's eating!

The idea is dismissed somewhere in the conversation.

She eats as well, and then, Katan appears!

And then she leaves to get Mark downstairs.

Then they appear again and we go for PowerStation. Nearing two now.

Do the hand thingie with Christian. Fail miserably.

Watch them do the Dance Dance Revo. Take note of time. Run off to watch movie with Jackie. It's just us two.

Take love seat, for some reason. (free seating) Jackie says it's a weird seat, and tries to get a new one. But the movie is starting, so we lean back and forget about it.

Arahan sounds cool.

THE WEDDING DATE WAS SOOOO EFFING GOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!

NEW FAV MOVIE!!!!!!!!!

Christian is dragged in with us later by Jackie.

He sits behind us, and it gets lonely.

Repeatedly covers Jackie's eyes whenever Dermot Mulroney decides to parade around naked in front of Debra Messing, who curiously does not get up and leave, and whose face is always, ALWAYS just six inches away from his crotch. And also during the sex scenes. Aww... Christian wants to protect Jackie's "innocence". It was hard, typing that word beside "Jackie".

Anyway, i loved the part where, when Kat has no one to trust (right after Jeffrey (who Jackie and I both hate) outed his little secret (he banged her half-sister for two years in a row before breaking up with her) and it turns out, everyone knew.) and then, when she walks down the stone steps on the patio-y place and stares at everyone that betrayed her, Nick comes down the steps and embraces her, to be her pillar of strength when she needs him. That was the best part, i think.

Yeah, the movie was PERFECT!!!!!!!!! Nothing that i would want to change.

You know what sucked? The movie was only an hour and thirty minutes long. But despite that, it meant so much to me. Beatiful. Neither of us wanted to leave the theatre after the end.

But we did, eventually, and meet Katan and Cath, and then KiNaGi.

And then we go do some more mindless powerstation.

Check out the CD place. Q ata, and then, upon realizing that they don't have the soundtrack OR the movie, leave for another round of mind-crippling, nerve-numbing Power Station. Cath's gotten pretty good at the whole shooting thing.

Shop. Unsuccessfully.

Meet Cath and them again. Talk about La Salle. Reminded of Carve-Cath's-Name-On-His-Arm guy. Cath deathstares Jackie. Chase. Brutal, brutal chase.

Catch them and stop Cath from gouging someone's eyes out.

Temper. Go back.

Get picture card. Interesting conversation:

Jackie: Smile!
Me: I can't just... smile!
Cath: Fine! *gesticulates to guy taking photo* Aaron Lines and Kitchie Nadal are performing live there! Jackie has fallen for Josh! It's the greatest thing!
*involuntarily smile*
*flash*

Accompany Auntie Olga and Christian down.

We have this picture fest where everyone tries to get pictures of everyone else. We're a weird bunch.

Christian steals shots of Catherine. Cos, we're talking, she rants about Country music, decides she likes Turn It Up (Aaron Lines! Oh YEAH!!!) and Christian takes four shots of her! That wily guy...

Cath attacks him, and we go down. Just before we get a needed drink of water from McDo, Jackie and i have to go.

So we go. haaay.

I Think I'm Gonna Die
POSTED AT 10:19 PM

platinumangel

I had the grossest dream. But for purposes of the obsessive dream interpreters, i shall post it here and see what you make of it. Remember, homophobes--away.

There's this large chunk of the dream that i can't seem to remember, but it mostly involved Kristin Kreuk and Tom Welling.

Anyway, the end of it is that we're at a long, white rectangular table in what looked to be our CR without everything in it. The white door between the said CR and our room has a clear glass square in it, allowing people to see through. And I see our room. And it's got that one light over Alex's bed turned on, but there's no one there, and it's evening.

I'm at the far end of the table, Tom's chair is pressed up against the door, and Kristin's chair is to my right, around the corner of the table.

Then we suddenly have food.

And then, we seem to have eaten really fast because a few bites later, the food is gone. Then, my spirit (I DON'T KNOW) separates from my body and it morphs into some incarnation of Trevor Fehrman... I think... yeah. It was Trevor. Creepy anoh?

Anyway, i see Trevor crawl up on top of the table like Britney in that Toxic video. He shimmies all the way to Tom and grabs his head and kisses him, and my "spirit" or whatever ethereal form i'd gotten myself into, which was formerly hovering above the ground, plummets down, and i "see" my white form wisp into some kind of swirling spirit mass on the ground, then reform into a person, and Trevor is gone, and Tom acts like nothing happened.

Then, Kristin stands and goes to Tom, who remains seated. Then she holds his hand and when she lets go, both morph into Andrew and Dad, respectively, who suddenly start arguing and attempting to kill each other. Then i wake up.

...

Freaky dream. I swear, if i have another one of these gay dreams, i might just die of overload.



Urgh.


I miss Canada again.

I still don't get Scruffy. Cath, elucidate the unenlightened.

And you have to download Turn It Up and drill the lyrics into your head until your brain is forcibly driven from your skull.

Update on the Jackie-Josh thing: It can be summarized into a conversation:

Jackie: Saw Tad Hamilton
Me: Well???
Jackie: . . . . . . . Yeah yeah hes hot... But not as hot as luke mably [The Prince And Me guy] and he is still stupid!
Me: *blather, blather* He's hotter than Trev anoh?
Jackie: No! Josh is hot! But trev is still HOTTER!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!

SO i wash my hands off of her crushes. Let her fall in her own time... hahahaha....

Ever.

The Last Part of The Drew-logy.
POSTED AT 12:07 AM

platinumangel

Teaser thingy. It's my Drew fic.
Note: Once I post this, i'm not gonna update it. It'll be posted on Half-Angels (www.freewebs.com/halfangels) when i'm done. And don't bother to keep checking there. I'll alert you guys here once it's posted there. Otherwise, you'll just waste your time seeing the same stuff again and again.
I also need help on the name. It's got to be a play on "Drew" or "Fuller".

So for now, the teaser!
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I woke up with the greatest migraine. On days such as these, it was hard to get up, out and face the world, when what you really wanted to do was crawl in a hole. The throbbing wasn’t new—I’d been having headaches for quite some time now, which, my physician said, was because I thought too much. I couldn’t think of anything else that would even bring me to try to disagree. I looked around, suddenly realizing that I was not in a bed. Or a room for that matter.
I was in some kind of dark staircase, as far as I could tell. With a couple of broken ribs, and a wound somewhere near there. Oh, and multiple bruises. My back was sore, my shoulders ached and my hands were at that level of whatchamacallit that they couldn’t make a fist. My shirt was completely intact, with a few blood stains. For some reason, I didn’t wince at the sight of blood—I completely didn’t care. My jeans, though had several minor tears on them.
Uh-oh. Spotting a door with some kind of depressible lock that allowed passage.
My head suddenly began to throb harder, the pain dulling out any other feelings, including warmth and frost. I closed my eyes in the hope that, with enough concentration, I could will away the pain.
No such luck.

Realizing that I wasn’t gonna get anywhere just lying around, I got up, pressed my palms together, which fought away the bitter, bitter cold, and rocked myself until some of the warmth had come back to my skin..

Ugh, I silently yelled at myself, what the hell did you do yesterday to get this frickin headache anyway?
I sifted through the information stored in my head—and then realized that there wasn’t any. I thought some more. Nada. My mind was a complete blank.
Okay, okay, I paced myself, slowly, don’t get freaked. Let’s do basic stuff. Name. I’m Allen. Yeah. Age. Fourteen. Okay, okay, more stuff. Friends?
Pause.

Oh shit. Oooooohhhh shit.


No. No. No, this can’t be happening. I paced myself again. It can’t be. But I was in this sort-of self-denial stage. It was more of a hope stage already. I had subconsciously come to terms with the fact that I was, in fact, experiencing amnesia. I just needed to let my conscious stop trying to talk myself out of believing it.

I limped slowly and guardedly through the door to the right, and was suddenly hit by a flash of nostalgia—I had walked here before. Pressing against the long steel bar, I exited through and immediately saw a man with a goatee and a very fatigued look, wearing a leather jacket and some khaki slacks, picking himself up off the floor, groaning at the same time with each rigid, jumping movement he made. He turned when he heard my footsteps, and, at seeing me, his expression suddenly hardened, twisting suddenly from weakness to anger.
“You!” he cried, hopping into full height and charging at me with a punch. My hands instantly came up, spinning in practiced precision to catch his wrist. Then, involuntarily, I snapped his elbow backwards, yanked his arm and spun him around me in a circle, three hundred and sixty degrees before using the momentum to throw him down.
He yelped and then charged back at me with his left hand, which I caught again and slammed into the wall beside me. Then, I kicked him in the back again and again until he had stopped struggling and was sliding down the wall. But as soon as I let him fall, he suddenly stood up and kicked at me, but I automatically blocked with my own leg, then duck-rolled to the side and somehow assumed a low fighting stance. I spied a long, metal pipe near him, which, if I could get, would make this fight a lot easier for me. But apparently so had he, and with barely a moment’s hesitation, lunged for it.
My reflexes kicked in and I swept my leg into the general position of the pipe, hitting his hand and sending the pipe spinning several feet away. Shocked, he straightened and recoiled, which gave me the opportunity to rise and spin-kick him into the wall behind him.
His head collided with the ceramic, which shattered at the impact, causing multiple irregularly-sized chips of the wall to rain down on him. I paused for a moment, still in the fighting stance that seemed to help me dole out kicks better. I had no idea where I had learned to fight like that—it was all just reaction. I didn’t know how I had trained myself to be able to kick people in the right places, at the right moments; how I had been able to master high kicks, and catching punches. I was absolutely clueless. But what the hey—it worked, didn’t it?
The man, under my inspection, no longer moved. A rivulet of blood ran down the side of his face where a large, sharp chunk of the semi-broken wall, even from before this struggle had dug in. He was deader than Hitler.
I looked around again, taking in the details of the place. There were a few hanging light bulbs, some of which were busted, and only flickering with occasional sparks of electricity. The blue ceramic tiling had fallen out on most places with large indentions where they had. I had run the goatee dude into one of the said depressions in the brittle wall and caused a deeper one. But where did these preexisting dents come from? Human struggles, most probably. A lot fighting had occurred in this place. Probably days before I had woken up. Where the hell was I?
I glanced farther into the place. It was like some kind of abandoned train station here. There were brick archways and benches, and even a few glass maps erected on spots near the boarding area of the train.
Inspecting him, I found a long, sheathed stiletto, a gun, a silver chain on his neck that had a black sun-insignia, and the embossed word, ‘Shadow’ under it, and his full-grown wallet. Useful, I said to myself. I took the items and limped over to the map, the painful sensations that ravaged my thigh reappearing every now and then.
I once-over-ed the map.
Minnesota.
I was in some deserted train station in Rochester, Minneapolis, Minnesota.

Taking a moment, I sat down on the bench to digest the newly acquired information.
Then I felt some things in my pockets. I pulled them out and stared at my hands. Cell phone. My own wallet.
I flipped my wallet open and inspected the pockets. Thirty-five dollars and an I.D.
And a picture.

Some tall, dark-haired guy was with me in a picture taken outside a large, glass building. Funny, I don’t remember anyone. Well, granted I don’t remember much.
I looked up suddenly, thinking I heard something, and all of a sudden, a compelling flashback jolted my system.
Sitting. Watching. Waiting.
Shooting. Sparks of flying bullets colliding with concrete. Gunmen rushing past hundreds of people, who cowered behind any solid object they could find.
Two opposing parties—one with black uniforms, and the other in shiny blue—waged war. The police had been kept at bay by several blockades and squads from a neutral team.
This was a sport for people of this life. To prove you’re the best, you’ve gotta kill the rest. And it was stupid.
Reality hit me with the strength of a truck for one kill second, the illusions of men with guns and dismayed innocents caught in the crossfire winked out of my vision and it was a quiet train station again.
It was suddenly oppressive, and the horrid memories that I had grown to analogize the place with threatened to choke me.
I had to get out of there.
“Johnny?” a voice rang out, from the far side of the station. “Johnny, ya there?”
Fear gripped me for all of two seconds before it was overcome by an innate reaction to kill anything that threatened me.
These guys must be in cahoots with the guy I just clobbered, “Johnny”.
Hopping up from my position on the bench, I concealed myself behind a large foundation stone for the upper floor.
Multiple footsteps broke through the silence and, as I peeked from my hidden position, I saw that there were actually three men, all in black. I glanced down at the chain from Johnny’s neck. Shadow. Black. These men were from the same organization as the guys that attacked in public that day.
Stepping onto the foot-wide space between the pillar and the train tracks, and feeling intense anger, I rounded the massive column, took out the gun, aimed at them, and nailed one in the head.
The other two jumped, producing their own guns, and dropping down to inspect their fallen comrade.
“A bullet!” One shouted.
“Must be one of those Azure scum. Thought we’d given em enough time to clear out when we evacuated for a week. Guess not. Be on your guard at all times. They shouldn’t be hard to spot.”
Azure. Blue. The opposing team.
I looked down at my own clothes. Bright blue shirt and jeans.
“Shit.” The word was whispered into the air.
If I was gonna take care of them, it would have to be surreptitiously.
“Show yourself, Azure!” one demanded.
Can’t very well keep him waiting now, can we? I spun around, revealing myself, gun in the left hand, knife in the right.
An exchange of shots. I was several feet away now, rolling away when they shot at me. Another one of them was dead, and the other was injured in his gun-arm’s shoulder.
He took the gun with his other hand and aimed at me again, but my knife cut through three of his fingers, causing him to drop the weapon.
I straightened and approached him, gun aimed at his forehead. He whimpered.
“Your base. Where is it.” It wasn’t even a question.
His shock twisted into a wry, damaged smile of defiance, thinking that I let something on and he knew exactly what I was about. He had no idea how wrong he was. “How much are you willing to pay for that kind of information?”
“Ooh.” My dark, homicidal glare shot ice into his eyes. “Maybe I should cut out your tongue and mail it to the address in your wallet. I’m sure your boss would laugh it off, and poor mumsy would have a fright.” Bluff, bluff, bluff.
His eyes widened with the realization that what I was saying was true. “Alright, alright.” He deigned to my deception. “The entrance is in an alley past the first corner to the right of the train station. The green door with the number 107 on it.”
I narrowed my eyes. “And Azure’s. Where is it?”
His face was a mixture of greater shock and complete flabbergast. “You’re-you’re not part of . . .”
“Clever, isn’t it?” I smiled an evil, emotionless smile. “You’d be amazed at how much a simple bluff can achieve.”
“So what are you, a hired assassin or something?”
“Or something. Azure’s address or your tongue. You have three counts. One.”
He shook.
“That tongue would be good in mother’s meat pie, wouldn’t it? Two.”
“Turn left from the train station, largest blue building with yellow lettering on it. Ya can’t miss it!” He cried desperately.
“Thanks.” A crack, and blood splattered the section of the floor where his body fell a second later.
No remorse. No pity. No guilt. He was a pawn in this unknown war. They had wronged me, and civilization, and I was going to repay the favor. The whole of America might know blood, but I was gonna get them. Get them all.


Whack. Another board flew from the barricade in between me and the last tunnel to freedom. It was so short a distance, I could see the light on the other side.
Having retrieved the original weapons, and stealing any new ones from the original three, I had broken through the wooden planks inhibiting my escape.
With a quieter snap, the last board in my way came to pieces and I ran nimbly past the space, sprinting through the tunnel and into the street. I blended inconspicuously into the passing crowds, walking my way into a diner.
The place was semi-full, and I ordered a simple meal that filled me quickly. That must’ve been the best meal of my life. A wayward report on the T.V. caught my attention.
“And, recovering from a disastrous shooting accident where a bullet was lodged into his lower abdomen, and being hospitalized for two and a half months, actor Drew Fuller has finally gotten back on the super-star track. He’s soon going to be starring in a new movie . . .”
Bam. That was the guy. That was the dude in the picture in my wallet. I pulled it out again to make sure. Different haircut, but basically the same lustrous green eyes and highlighted cheek bones. For a second, I thought that nostalgia would bludgeon my poor brain with megatons of force, slamming memories into my head. I felt something tug at the back of my head, and just before I could uncover what it was exactly, the feeling was gone, and I couldn’t remember.
Drew Fuller, eh? I stuffed my wallet back into my pocket after paying for my meal. Right. And I was out of there.


I stumbled into a nice park. It had a large bridge to the far front left, a calm stream that ran under it around the park in a freeform shape, and several park benches.
Taking a seat in one, I pulled my jacket tighter around me as another almost-memory struck me. Woman. Purple hair. Black leather. Knife.
And it was gone. I shook my head. What was that?
I stood up to get some brain cells moving, then walked to the bridge, watching the calm water skim under it, and then onward into a seemingly endless trail until out of sight. A strange compulsion hit me, and I pulled myself up to step on the bridge’s rather wide sides.
Dark. Rain. Crashing water. Drew.

. . .

I stepped down at once, shaken by the memories. What?
That was weird. The oddest sense of déjà vu . . . why?
But the images were getting clearer. I fell back to Earth to steel myself, then regained my constitution and walked serenely out of the park. I had enough this.
Memory was teasing me. I needed something concrete to work on.
Either that, or a place with stronger memories to jolt my brain just over that line that stops me from realizing exactly what this whole nutty ordeal with the Drew guy was about.
Listening to: I Can't Live Without Your Love. On Repeat. Haha!
Feeling: drained