MYSTIC BEAUTY - You are eccentric, enigmatic, and
intriguing. You keep to yourself and so no one
knows the real you. You prefer the solace and
quiet of your own company over big crowds of
people. You are highly intelligent but you do
everything your own way. You come off as quirky
or weird and most people don't understand you
at all. You are probably a little disorganized.
You probably also seem distant and dreamy but
that's because you're off in your own little
world. Yesterday: I think my effin' head hurts not because of the fact that I slept about two in the morning, but because I ran out of English words to say. Edward looks so hot, trust me. It's been such a long time since I last seen my cousin. Not only that, we're both rockers so we really understand each other (and because we both love the band My Chemical Romance!). Even with the simplest things---he was really impressed with me because no one really knew what brand of shoes he was wearing and I was the only one who knew (which was Osiris), not to mention he's a really sweet boy and promised me to burn me a cd of My Chemical Romance (Yupyup!) and shirts of some famous bands when he gets here again with his Dad (Woohoo!). I practically skipped watching Encantadia and WWE's The Great Ameriacan Bash so me and Ian can talk to him with Jasmine for hours(Partida, I was speaking English!).Even with the fact that he couldn't understand a single word of Tagalog makes him look cuter. If he wasn't my cousin, or blood-related to me whatsoever, I would have chased him around. With a chainsaw. Ü Before we got home, he was planning to meet me, Ian and Jasmine the following day to get together at Alabang Town Center, hang out at Starbucks and just chill, and maybe have a sleepover at Lola Lily's house. He'll just call me and Ian, and poof! I can't wait! Mama has pictures of him in her digicam, but our computer suddenly broke again. Ugh. Today: Bad shit started happening this morning. I mean, I still managed to wake up early, take a bath and eat breakfast. When I got out, though, I saw Don and his little fellow gay friends (I can't distinguish any of them at all.) practicing some sort of a dance (the song was Hollaback Girl. Eww.) before they would attend CAT class. I walked backwards, observing them, until Don saw me and started yelling, "Tingin ka? Tingin ka?" in a mocking tone. God, I would die! Fucking faggot is definitely itching for a fight. I hate him to pieces. Damn him to hell. PE class turned out fine. I aced the quiz! Good part though, I didn't even study! Yay! NSTP class? Ah heyd it! Prof. Vela made us do a Bahaghari, some sort of a biography. I had to put most of my controversial experiences in my childhood. Just some, not all. But writing them again and remembering it. That sucks. Ugh. Going back to the ATC thing...I'm still waiting for Edward's call. Heehee. Bad, bad cousin... 6 days to go 'til John's birthday...