Jaw-dropping. Spine-tingling. OHMYGOSH.

Charice Pempengco on The Ellen Degeneres Show. Purrfect!

BRITNEY SPEARS - PIECE OF ME

Filipino Pride

HOLY BOILING VAGINA KETTLE. I'm Speechless. Her name's Charice Pempengco and this little kiddo belter has been recently invited by some korean people in their local media to perform fer Star King. But mind you, she has been featured on E! News Daily Ten just recently and you could actually start to drool over that thought alone. Hearing her sing could almost make you forget about Bianca Ryan and some other star search kids. Haha, Filipino Man, Filipino.

P.S. I might soon come in peace with the thought that I might as well start to forget about my dreams of pursuing a singing career in the future. Haaaaay.

Pink Panther

Good lord. This is what Britney Spears wore for Halloween. Bless her.

Well just so you know, this was at Heidi Klum's Halloween Bash somewhere in L.A. She went with her cousin, Alli Sims, who dressed up like a paparazzi for the said occassion. (Err, okay?)

I wasn't able to search for any pictures of her with Miss Supermodel Klum but I've read on some site that they did chat for quite a while. And according to some resources, Mrs. Ex-Federline even gave Heidi some hints on how to put on diapers for her baby. Hmmm. Good fer the both of them. Bless all the party people in the world.

Louie Briones' 16th birthday.

Well I'm not actually sure if he's sixteen or what, but anyway, i had fun. Being the kiddie social butterfly that he is, he just roamed around autoshop compound to scout for fellow friends. He didn't even drink with us nor did he danced out or anything. He just took some random table visits, took a few wasted pictures with us, and went away as usual. But anyway, we still love him. I bet he'll soon replace me with his new "kiddo" title.


O wait, meron pa. As usual, a night will never be complete without being at least a little inebriated with a few pitchers of my favorite, blue margarita. Sure it's a lady's drink but so fucking what. I love it with salt and that little lemon looking fruit, calamansi. (Okay, far-out, but i don't need your comment.)


I really didn't get drunk, but at least, i felt the feeling of alcohol creeping in my system. There were a few people who surprised my sight, like Nikki and Denis for instance. Plus I didn't expect Russel Lelis and Cara Villa-Abrille would be able to come, so malamang, nasurprise talaga aco. I didn't see these in-born nocturnal party people fer like ages now, so can you just imagine the hype, the million exchanges of besos and non-stop cam whoring. Good lord. Had I been left at home, I would have been able to miss a bagazillion whole lot! Phew.

Louietot, belated ulet! Ha3.

This has been utterly a great night, indeed. Mabuti nalang libre. Waaaaa.

Have you already found your bestfriend?

The refulgent bright clouds of yesterday morning slowly trickled into dark angry heavens probably around mid-afternoon. In fact, it did rain last night, and I was really happy my wish was granted. I am not really fond of being under the sun, or exposing my entire self under a hot yellow flaming ball. I easily get dark, so better hide from it.

There were a number of students who already went home earlier than 4pm, probably because they wanted a huge spare out of going home wet, literally. I didn't really mind, I don't have any business with their own decisions and there really isn't much difference in the ateneo scene without them. I stayed, and so as my friends. It wasn't really raining yet, but droplets of water started to pour down, bit by bit.



Our friend, Karen, who took nursing from another school surprisingly threw a visit, and I got really excited of her presence since I really missed almost half of this emo bum. Together with Marylou and Ada (the two closest people in my life), we went straight to SM. Riding in a sports car looking cab, bragging with a boisterous sound system and shitloads of mp3 discs that contain modern songs like umbrella, we took spoof videos of ourselves. It was really fun. It has already been quite a while since I rode a cab together with these people.

Looking at the windows of the taxi, a very clear view of muddy roads and slabby shoes struck my sight, and there were drenched people walking their way homes, probably because during rainy season, it takes real luck to get a decent cab. I thought we might be having a hard time taking one, too, but I didn't let it bother me at all. I was already starving then, and nothing else was boiling inside my hard skull aside from cheeseburger and fries.

We dropped by Lito Sy, munched on a light meal for dinner (except for me), and went to Karl's for a few puffs. Marylou and Karen left around 6:30pm; they just went there to talk over a small plate of cookies. Ada and I opted to stay. We thought it would be too early to go home, and besides, it's the end of school days so it's not much of a bothersome idea to stay late.


Earlier when we were still eating, Ada and I had already been talking about matters that started to bug her since God knows when. She has been deeply contemplating about what could have been her crush's initial impression when she started laughing over an annoying tickle. I told her it would be more disturbing if she didn't laugh at all; it's human nature to burst out in laughter when nerves get excited. Maybe either because of touching some sensitive parts, or simply because something's funny. I thought she might be starting to evolve into this little petty-minded brat, wearing bright colored hoodies and skimpy shorts, until she started to talk, and share, with great sense.

It's not everytime that we talk like this. We're never a serious loving team. But it's everyday that we laugh our hearts out over non-sense criticisms, funny faces, or, most probably, because of deo. I once thought we only have become bestfriends just because we share the same taste, the same reactions toward circumstances, and the same humor that keep us going as everyday partners. But no, I was wrong. It was when she started sharing all her doubts, her fears, her heartaches, her long-kept insecurities, that I realized we were bonded to become bestfriends for a hidden premise.

I felt like I've grown into a person to be deeply trusted, through her I must say. I felt like I've turned out to be a much more functional peer counselor than what I've thought. It's been already quite a long time since I felt the overwhelming feeling of having a bestfriend. But now it's time to indulge in it.

I felt so sincerely flattered. All this time she knows I will always be this rotten-minded, narcissistic blabber mouth who has endless spiels to say. And I know she will always be this egotistic, over-spending, in-born primadonna that she is. I just can't stress enough how much I love her beyond all that. After all, it's not everytime that you find a bestfriend as fashionable as mine.

You, have you already found your bestfriend?
I have already found mine=)

Emotional Fool

It's nothing really but a myriad of pointlessness. The literary attempts, the drunken fridays, the sleepless weekends where you almost drown yourself in tears, and the never-ending questions that boil inside your mind. When the heavens offer you a better day, you just want to look back and take the good deal. Who knows if it might be a good start? Besides, as what I've said, it's you who leads your own life, and not vice versa. Otherwise, the narurally striking evil concurrence behind certain circumstances will simply make it worse.

But amidst the optimistic luck, there will always be spaces that wait to be filled in, and the disarray of thoughts start to confuse your once functional mind. You gyrate yourself in a different world bombarded with questions. I really don't know if I'm making any sense here. Most of you won't even understand, probably because you cannot fully relate. But I have something in mind. Something in which I try to exhale out of my conciousness, or at least, for the mean time.

I'm not usually like this. I started to feel emotionally eerie for the past few days. Gone are the moments when I just sit around and laugh my lungs out, seriously to the point that I cannot inhale the slightest remaining air that surrounds me. I'm happy. I'm seriously happy. It's just that I tend to imbibe each and every problem that surrounds me, with or without sense, may they be mine or other's.

I have my own problems too, of course. It must really be the most tired thing in the world that exist without taking breaks. You, your neighbor, your ex-highschool crush, the person who first broke your heart and the least person you like have problems as well, but maybe not as much as a big deal compared to the entire world's dilemma. When most of us get happy, we tend to forget about the disturbing ones, which basically means that it covered up the whole thing. But they still exist. They're still there, and they will never get out of your life unless you find a solution out of it.

Sharing emotional struggles must be the least inborn character that I was given by the good heavens. Though, not as quite as you think. I find it a very hard time sharing my problems to anyone, not even to my parents. I just lean back and start to think of it; talking to myself as if I was not in my right state of mind. And after some time of blabbing it all out, I will already feel released.

The horizontal muscle movements of your lips can be usually done without sincerity, so sometimes, I can easily fake it. I don't intend to act out so completely ingenuine, it's just that, out of hidden premises and circumstance, I unconciously fall into it. I don't know, but sometimes, they just get it quick---that there's a difference, that there's something wrong. It seems to reverberate on my every move, my every word, my every action. The once genuine and cheerful personality that I am has already been trapped inside a spurious counterfeited body.

Uncanny as it may seem, I don't care. It's normal. I discerned to myself that people are six times more emotional compared to what they only like to admit. So basically, this is not really something unusual.

I now came in understanding with the fact that I might just be dwelling on senseless anxiousness that nobody even finds time to think about. I really might have some personal issues, but I'm now ready to face each of them, without hiding behind the shadows that cover up my happy disposition. I guess I'm just being too sensitive. But I'm feeling better now. Maybe, this was just a meager phase that probably most people my age would come across with in their journey to early adolesence.

I guess it all boils down to one thing: Problems may come and go, and sometimes they hurt twice as much as how we thought it would affect us. But dealing with day-to-day worries shouldn't be something that would make drastic changes in our positive outlooks in life. It is somehow a blessing from above that makes us a better person, and indeed, a stronger one.

Think I could pass for the next Mr. Emotional Fool? Nah, cut the thought. =)

Blisfully Back,
ROLLY MARCIAL