Operation David Cook (oh no, another David Cook post.)

AS YOU KNOW, TEH DAVID COOK IS COMING HERE ON JANUARY 27TH (A TUESDAY, AARGH.) AND THERE ARE MANY OBSTACLES TO OVERCOME IN ORDER FOR THIS MISSION TO BE SUCCESSFUL. NICAH AND I WERE CHATTING LAST NIGHT ABOUT WHAT WE CAN DO ABOUT THIS.

okay, i'll stop typing in all caps now. in fact, why don't we break grammar rules and let go of capitalization for now.

anyway, where was i? um, there are several problems to that.

1. it's gonna be on a tuesday. a tuesday? please cook, why tuesday? why do i sound like miss jo? "tuesday, jo. tuesday." why a schoolnight? i mean, it's already bad that daughtry will be performing in the middle of the week, and in eastwood. well, sa bagay, he didn't really win, so yeah. you get the point.
2. (teachers correct me if i'm wrong. attention sir panggo) it will be exam week by then. that automatically makes the concert a no-no. so there. not only will it be on the night before a midweek school day, but exam week! nooo...
3. (one reason to wish to be gianco or kaela) assumming i will attend, there's the tickets. please. if daughtry can reach 6k in just eastwood, imagine how much it will be for cook in araneta (i'm already assumming that it'll be in araneta). how am i gonna get that much money for a good seat? how? *panics* that is of course, cook will just be in glorietta with a free show and stuff. oh, an i heard from boyfriend that ayala will be getting archuleta or jason castro. if it were archuleta it would totally throw the cookie concert into the water.
4. who will i go with? my parents? (actually that's not a problem, i just needed something to put here) nicah? the ecbbp peeps (if they can watch maroon 5, then i'm sure they'll be able to get to go, if ever right? i mean, it's good to hope.)
5. what naman will make my parents let me go? i mean, for all you know, i could get grounded or something. or even if i didn't do anything majorly evil, why would i deserve to go?
6. and what are the possibilities given these predicaments? i mean, basically i'm like 10% sure to go to start with, but after going through all these items, my chances are now, like –799%.
   

um, so here are some solutions to the predicament.

1. tuesday, huh? oh right. a schoolnight. i forgot. the concert will probably be up to the wee hours of the night and there will be school the net day. the solution? sleep early. readjust my biological clock to david cook savings time (DCST). sleep well enough to not be too sleepy to wake up the next day. forget to be tired. i'll probably be so happy i was able to go that i'll be all smiles the next week and all "what a beautiful day" and so enthusiastic to wake up.
2. exam week? bring it on! i'll study. i'll study so über hard starting monday (monday pa, not today, super procrastinate) that i'll do excellent in all my subjects. by the time exam week comes, i've studied too much the week before that i won't need to study for just one night. plus, i'll study on the way there. promise.
3. i have allowance. plus baon. i won't spend my allowance at all. and i'll actually agree to go with nanay to auditions for recordings. i can always save up for, like, a computer sometime else. wait. did i just say that? oh. sorry. computer first, i guess. hmm..depends. oh, and the 27th will be after christmas, so i can like, just ask for money or something.
   
4. this wasn't a problem, so it needs no answer.
5. two words: lose weight. jog around in the morning. stop being glued to the internet. eat my vegetables. cut the rice. stop lying around and do my homework.
6. pray. pray without ceasing. pray even if dcook would never even come here. pray even if i'm not going anyway. pray pray pray pray.

um other than these, i have backup plans.

1. my lolo's house is just, like a few (okay, fine, across two streets) from araneta (that is, if it is in araneta). and he said that i could sleep over there anytime. plus, he can bring me to school the morning after that. all i have to do then is sit on the couch with a hearing aid. david cook is a rockstar after all, so it's gonna be loud, probably.
   
2. plan c involves a grappling hook, some hand grenades, a ninja suit, the family handicam, and my parents never trusting me ever again.
3. plan d is simple: don't go. cry a bit, make hot chocolate and buy his CD. listen to it while downing your nth cup of hot chocolate and watching the rain. it's just a concert, please. a concert that may never happen again. ever. ever. *breaks into tears*
   

y'know what? i feel like mary/lola from the movie "confessions of a teenage drama queen". who knows, maybe dcook will pop out in some ECBBP party, no? besides, if God doesn't want me to go, He won't let me. live with it. (wait no, hear me out. i'm not complaining. if i say something like "if i don't get to go, i'll kill someone/break up with jobi", i'm kidding. my life does not depend on attending.)

but we can hope, can't we? :)

Exactly what is going on here?

Stupid Hormones.

and of course, mishka says:


because he can't cheat on Jobi. XD

You Can Tell By The Stuffed Toys (an essay)

An army of stuffed animals for has practically surrounded me as long as I have been on this earth, from receiving a truckload of soft toys as an infant to collecting a menagerie of bean bag organisms around my elementary school days. I had dinosaurs, endangered species, cows and even aliens. I had them all. I never played with them or cuddled them while sleeping or threw them out the window. They were just there. They just simply existed along with the fact that I would just collect anything that registered under the word “cute” at that time. They used to be just sitting there, on the bed I hardly ever would sleep on (I slept on the floor for some reason), looking at me with their beady plastic eyes, their stitched on smiles simply burning huge gaping holes in whatever their manufactured gaze was staring at. It was insane. I was around twelve. I cared less about myself and more about the world. My life revolved more now on friends, choices, music and not just school and toys. My emotion vocabulary was significantly wider. They had to go. I was twelve going on thirteen.

A normal teenaged boy would simply shrug his shoulders and a) dump all these stuffed toys into his little sister’s open arms, her aqua-and-pink room ready to adopt another unwanted creature of cotton and polyester; b) Donate them to street children who could use a soft little friend to cuddle (along with some of my shirts that never fit me anyway, which is another story); or c) Dump them in the convenient mega-size garbage can, no, tank in my room. I opted for option D. Keep them. This proved to be fairly difficult. For some reason, I couldn’t stand giving them away or even just move them to the next room. I couldn’t keep them there either. It would be humiliating to have friends over. They had to go, along with the multitude of cartoon character posters plastered on my walls, along with the Goofy bedspread, along with the crayons in a Mickey Mouse mug on the desk. I was twelve going on thirteen. Something had to be done. I was twelve going on thirteen.

Since I refused to dispose of them, I stuffed them into cardboard boxes, plastic bags and plastic containers and jammed them in the topmost cabinets of my room. Now what. They were just there. Gathering dust and pollen and airborne diseases. Getting moist and growing fungus that would eventually evolve into a civilization. This went on for a couple of months. I felt stupid. Couldn’t I think of a better way to rid myself of them? I mean, I couldn’t even see them. What was the point of all this separation anxiety? Well, I guess you do outgrow some things. I began to sneak the stuffed animals into my sister’s room, a few at a time so she would barely notice. At least they weren’t leaving the house. She was happy, I was happy, and my room was significantly less kiddy. I was twelve going on thirteen.

There are no cartoon character posters in my room anymore, just an array of postcards tiled in a very minimalist way. Although I still sleep on the floor, the bedspread has been reduced to stripes, a very grown-up color scheme of blue and white. The desk now had more serious art supplies in more serious looking containers. The room looked better, now that it was without the plush toys. I was twelve going on thirteen.

I'm not twelve going on thirteen anymore, but sometimes, just sometimes, a pink shrimp or blue armadillo would wind up in my room, glaring at me with their black, beady eyes, smiling at me with their stitched-on mouths, reminding me not to grow up too fast.

July 24, 2008
Written as an exercise for Sir Noel’s CW class, with the topic “Holding On and Letting Go”

I'm making another layout. Again.

And it's probably not yours.

Here's a sneak peek. Oh and update: my layouting has graduated from headers and footers. i now include welcome messages and try my best to link-ify them. here's a sneak peek.

Super Random Survey of Super Random Ness.

So random.

What are you listening to now?
Dave Matthews Band - Big Eyed Fish

Can you do a one-handed cartweel?
(expletive) No.

What about a handstand.
I wish.

Fill in the blank. "I miss ________."
Tim-dono, Jobi, Dia and Tetta. (gabbi too!)

Do you listen to emo music?
Depends on how you define emo.

Vampires or Werewolves?
Angels. So much coolar.

Do you think the world will end soon?
Probably. But I hope not! I pray not! Nooo! I still haven't graduated from College!

Who do you want to be when you grow up?
Ellen DeGeneres. Seryoso.

What comes to your mind at the mention of paper?
Miss Cathy.

Can you do origami?
Sure!

Blindfolded?
Maybe.

Don't peek. How many contacts do you have?
Ranging from 150 to 200 :D

Are there any song lyrics stuck in your head right now?
Yes. The bridge of David Cook's Stitches.

Have you been to Australia?
No.

Name one bad habit you have.
Slouching.

Do you eat tofu?
Um, yes?

What was your dream about last night?
Getting impaled by starfish, eating grapes and watching Jobi and Dia disintegrate while texting in an abandoned hotel.

Do you make your own layouts?
You think?

Do you read/write fanfiction?
Maybeee...

Okay. How about now, what are you listening to now?
David Cook - Let Go

Do you wish you could fly?
Maybe not. I wish I had wings though, not fly involuntarily. That would freak me out.

Do you have a second-best friend?
I'm not in touch with Badong. He's in Canada.

What comes to mind when you hear the word "Sunlight?"
Ghosts.

What world do you commonly misspell?
In my messy handwriting, "are" becomes "æ".

Is it anyone's birthday today?
Miss Jo!

Have you failed a test before?
Sure!

Have you aced a test before?
Sure!

Do you share your room with your siblings?
No.

Are you bilingual?
Trilingual.

Name three different songs with the same title (covers aren't counted!).
Nickleback - Hero
Bethany Dillon - Hero
Superchic[k] - Hero

Do you wear glases?
You think?

Name one unreasonable thing about school.
Uniform. Our IDs are okay though.

How many pairs of shoes do you own?
Around 7?

Do you sleep on the floor?
Yes.

Name the word that you hear playing on the song you're listening to right now.
Up.

Do you dance awkwardly in your room?
Er, yeah.

What subject do you ace with flying colors?
AP! Awwwyeah.

And the opposite?
Math. Waaa. I like math but it doesn't like me.

What's the evilest thing you did today?
Use the David Archuleta Puppy Eyes to score pizza.

Do you listen to anyone British?
Sure! The Ting Tings and Kate Nash.

Do you draw well?
Um, no.

Name a visual artist.
Hokusei.

Are unicorns magical creatures?
OH YESS.

What is your favorite HTML text tag?
Strikethrough.

What are you most adept at writing?
Essays.

Do you watch anime?
No.

What is the Mountain Range dividing Asian Russia from European Russia?
The Ural Mountains!

Do you use facebook?
Yes

Have you been to China before?
No.

Do you play the piano?
Yes.

What is 3594 in another language?
tatlong libo't limang daan siyamnapu't apat.

Have you ever told anyone you like that you liked them?
No.

If you anwered no, do you regret it?
Not really. Kinda no but yes.

Who was the last person who called you?
Kimmay.

Who do you look up to?
_traitor

What are you listening to now?
Jason Mraz - I'm Yours

Can you fake a smile even though you hurt so bad inside?
(as emo as that sounds) Yes.


Even if the survey doesn't request you to tag anyone, who will you tag?
If your name was mentioned in the whole survey, then get out there and answer!

Awwww I WANT ONE!

That is complete win I tell you. Too bad I don't have control over the desktop in this refugee laptop, so I'm counting the days! I was actually thinking twice about posting it because you'll all start making yours. But that's very selfish of me isn't it? so Jobi, after you make your own, make ME one, ayt?

For the illiterate people, that's an Analog Heart wallpaper. song titles and lyrics. I just don't know what Raphael Michael means. I dunno. I just found this randomly so...

And Today I Learned...

• Attend only one party a day. Seryoso. I'm so full that I'm starting to have my own gravitational pull.
• Jobi will take a video of ANYTHING. Seryoso. From doing the body wave with Jeremy to getting into a b****y argument with Annetta over girlfriends.
• A great way to vent out anger is to mutilate stuffed animals.
• Lying down in a serene looking koi-pond setting will cause itchy skin and disturbance of the spirits.
• There are still people who think- nevermind.
• When you wake up early to go online, there's so little to do. When you're starting to run out of time, you have so much to do. Grabe. And I reserved all my homework for the weekend to sunday afternoon. Drat.
• Flyleaf is pretty darn good.
• When you plan a get-together, plan it for the whole day. Early morning to late night. Come already with scripts, props and costumes. Shooting first is a priority. Do not let the Across The Universe CD case *cough* Jim Sturgess Porn *cough*, the Cookleta site Boyfriend made or Wasabi Rice Chips distract you.
• If you try, you can act emo.
• We have to shoot that guitar hero thing. As in. No, not the risky business -ish commercial although watching Gianco dance around in a Polo and breifs would be interesting, but the "Whatcha playing?" commercial.
• One word: Gianco.
• If you try, you can have a crush on Cook/Archuleta/Hernandez
• If you wanna act emo, listen to Hannah Montana.
• If you try, you can body wave. Not as well as Elijah though. Lolz.
• That blue screen screensaver = Win
• Voice thingy transistor thing with the mic can really make you sound like Gir. As in Sakto. I think that's how they did that, huh.

Well, that's it for today. ECBBP people, you know what I'm talking about. Oh yay.

What the WHAAAAT?!?! (free raisins)

What kind of filter do they use for the ads on multiply?!? FREE RAISINS.

O yan. Not-american-idol post.

I know y'all are sick of me posing something AI, riiiight?

So this post has nothing to do with the word DAVID. It's a perfectly normal blog entry that when read backwards unleashes the ghost of Joachim where was I? Oh riight. Okay. So anyway, thanks to Happyslip and Ate Mary Ann (and annetta), My current LSSs are

Jason Mraz - I'm Yours
Flyleaf - All Around Me

Kik. Speaking of tetta, today I'm headed to the residence of the Boyfriend for some filming. I'll be leaving early though, because then I'm off to the Desembrana recidence (Where I was, like 12 hours ago). Awww. It ok. Why dontcha ECBBP peeps plan another filming date (we need as many as we can, y'know). Next week though, cupcake parteh! so if it's then, auugh.

So um yeah, that's basically it. Oh my boring life. :|

Okay sorry, couldn't help it! Here's something I can't do, even if you give me sugar.



Awwyeah...

Fine, Ate Myka. Fine.

I shall sue you for being so mean to David Archuleta. Haha. Just kidding. But seriously, you better start being nice to him or else I will tie you up and force you to watch his performance of "With You" over and over again... Until you say something good about him! Haha! Just kidding. :)

-Myka Magsaysay (gimmepeanutbutter)

Fine ate Myka, FINE. You want me to sugarcoat poor little "Davey-leta-poo"? Well grab your insulin shots 'cause you're gonna get diabetes with all the sugarcoating. I can prove that I can be nice even to Archuleta. And you better not tie me to a chair and force me to watch Archie singing "I needya boo..." because I'll be armed...with carrots. Let's do this thing.

1. He has an awesome taste in T-Shirts. I like 'em all. Hernandez dresses like a schoolboy. Malubay dresses like a short person. Carly, well, she likes to show off her arms. Thus, Archie's wardrobe FTW! (along with Johns. And Cook.)

2. He's extremely humble that it sounds like silent arrogance. He's like "Gosh, Cook's gonna win" or "Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou" or "I've been like, a fan of Cook since day one." Awww. Plus, who can forget "What does dry wit mean?"

3. I won't say he sings well because that's already implied. Of course, Cook sings better. Around 8% of my refugee iTunes playlist is him. Which is a lot for one artist. He still has to beat Cook's 15% to have the most songs here though. And probably Ingrid Michaelson.

He sings so well that I can't help crying when I hear "Angels" or "Smoky Mountain Memories". I bet Cook can't help but not cry either (triple negative. that means...ugh nevermind). Although "With You" was, um...

4. He looks up to his older namesake. You can't go wrong about that. In fact, his admiration's gotten so bad that...nevermind. For reader sanity, I am not turning this post into a Cookleta post. But you know it's trueee...

5. He's not afraid to admit that Cook's better than him.

There. Happy? Now I'm going to put this carrot down...