Once again the Philippines has proven to be the most delayed in terms of movie premieres. I mean, '17 again' premiered AGES AGO in the states.

To all Zac Efron despisers: I would appreciate you overlooking the next fiew paragraphs and not judging me for liking a guy who sang and danced in a musical movie. What's wrong with that anyway? So what? I don't get how people just can't handle that. He's a performer- he's supposed to entertain. And if a director makes him want to do a move that makes him look gay, he will do it for the money, wouldn't you? It just doesn't change the fact that he is simply gorgeous. Not vampire perfect, of course, but gorgeous none-the-less. 

In my opinion, it was the best movie this year. But then again, I haven't seen New Moon yet and the new director and special effects look promising.

Still, something about going back to high school just gets at you. Especially when the crush I had back in freshman year was in the same theater! I was, like, 'Whooooaaaahhhh! Total blast from the past, yo.'

A LOT of things... One of them being my ability to wear sleeveless articles of clothings now.

Oh! But I did do something today that I never would've done in my right mind when I was younger- I bought the type of shades Nicole Richie and/or Paris Hilton would have worn. Yup, the ones with the big rounded lenses... And they weren't cheap too. I never realized that brands like Oakly had them up to about 20 thousand bucks... SCARY. But hey, they were pretty shades. I just happened to ignore Oakley and go instead to cheaper brands.

You know your life is starting to suck when the biggest event of the day was your purchase of semi-expensive sunglasses. Pathetic, really. It's all I can do now that I'm too sick for severe physical activity.

Yeah, that's also why I'm updating my lj regularly. I mean, I even wrote about Cain and Abel? Does that not tell you anything? That I'm probably the most religious amongmy circle of friends. Probably. But that doesn't make me angelic... I recently read that Cain (the murderer among the bros. Don't worry, I get confused as well. Just think that his name sounds like 'cane', and that can actually kill somebody) had more sympathizers than Abel.

That's so believable. I sympathize with Cain more than Abel. Oh come on! Can you see that Abel is such a 'Mary Sue'? He goes around with the PERFECT offering that God FAVORS more than Cain's. Isn't he just annoying? No wonder Cain killed him. Does this make me a bad Catholic? I think it makes me human... or just evil. 

And it's not 'cause I'm supposedly directly descended from Cain, either. I just don't like Abel- he had no personality; he was simply described as the more favored one. And besides, most people hate their relatives, don't they? You don't get cracks at in-laws for nothing.

OH! OH! And I said the most evil thing today:

Me: Why does Megaman have to die?
Bro: Because if he doesn't die, the world won't be saved.
Me: Then he's an idiot because he's dying alone.

 Will God hate me if I break a promise to him? I mean, will I be less favored like Cain and murder my brother? 

 What a way to start the day! 

I wake up and try to inhale fresh air when I end up accidentally (I assure you) sniffing up the mucous from a very runny nose.

Then I go back to sleep only to get woken up by mom and a music lesson I was not able to cancel.

So I ended up trying in vain to vocalize.

Ma me mo muuuuuuu..................................uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..................................

hah hah hah hah hah haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

So for the first time, I get the notes wrong, my voice breaks, and my teacher is staring at me in horror. WHAT A BAD DAY!!!

Thank goodness my voice teacher loves my compositions though....

That reminds me, what should I write a duet about? Love? Emo-ness? Hurt? Betrayal? Fun? Music? The universe?

OH but I found the prettiest DRESS in the midnight sale yesterday. It was a patterned silk dress made for the beach. 

It looked as if it was made for me!!! Ah, but it was soooo expensive and you cannot wear it in the mall- it's too pretty!

So I bought a swimsuit cover-up and a top. The cost of BOTH equaled my pretty dress!!!!!

Isn't it funny that I would chose shopping over a concert? Wouldn't you if you had the money???

 I NEED ADVICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Advice with:

1) How to sleep more

2) How to control my temper

3) How to deal with nagging grown-ups

 God, did I ever tell you how much I love my friends?

I swear, you can't not smile around those girls! 

They can make insomniacs (namely me) smile! 

Oh and, word of advice to y'all:

DON'T TRUST YOUR MOTHERS! 

Are you kidding? I'm in the wild. Not that I'm doing that much of a good job of surviving here either. Starting with my crazy family and not-so-normal bunch of friends, I'd say the wild that most refer to as 'jungle' wouldn't pse much of a threat.

You'd think Taylor Lautner would've been able to survive out in the wild before easily nabbing himself a Disney sweetheart! I'm not sure who I hate more; him for tarnishing his good name or her for thinking herself one inch worthy of a hair on his head?!

Know who else I hate? Look, I'm even struggling to remember her name... Oh yeah! Nikki Reed for being R. Pattz's rumored gf. How about I throw in the latest actor of James Bond for having a name that's grueling to remember! I mean, Daniel Craig? Don't most people have stage names or something? Oh and I'm throwing in LiLo for trying to make herself Eleanor Lohan to us all. So sorry girl, but that's obviously one of your little flings and you're stuck with Lindsay for good.

Oh, that reminds me, I might let my colleagues call me Laila or something if I go abroad to study. It's so I won't get mixed up with my friends in my home country and my friends elsewhere. Tell me if you can make a better nickname for Isabela. Thank you!

The most annoying sound/s would have to be whatever sound or even song that prevents much needed sleep. Who wouldn't be annoyed?

Speaking of sleep, does anyone else lack sleep? What are causes of this strange affliction? 

I think it's from my inability to stop thinking! About what, I don't exactly know because there's hardly anything to think about! Somehow a stubborn mind can come up with almost anything.


I HAVE A THEORY! WHOPPIEEEE!!!!

I'm fat so it was easy for me to come up with this one.

Some people can't help but feel anticipation for the next meal time to arrive. Well, most of these people end up overweight. So I have come to a conclusion that if I have nothing better to do, I'll start anticipating mealtimes.

Sadly, I don't have anything better to do most of the time. Hmmmm... I wonder why I'm fat? :)

It's funny that the shock from the performance of one as unexpected as Ms. Susan Boyle is enough to shock you to your very bone.

Normally, I'm very picky with performances. I prove my point by saying that the only contestant I favor in this season of American Idol happens to be that of Adam Lambert. I'm also saying that his is the only name I know!

I think it's because he looks like he's the love child of Zac Efron and the younger Joe Jonas (thank you for mentioning that, Tan!). Except, this guy pawned them ten times over the moment I saw him perform.

Still, nothing (except for a request from my elusive hot guy) will stop me from watching 'Seventeen Again.' Put Zac and the actor of Chandler in the same movie ad it's guaranteed laughs.

I will mention that Seventeen Again reminds me of Taylor Swift AND Australia because the girl attended its premier in Australia so you won't think I'm weird with my random associations.

Let's talk about summer!

Let's clear things up about that:

1. No, I'm not going to another country or even another REGION. My dad get to go to the states, though, and see the 'Great' Manny Pacquiao battle Patton. He's the one in the family who's scared of flying, yet ironically, he gets to travel because of his job. I've had the fear of being trapped in this country for a while now...
2. The only lessons I can take for the summer are for cooking. Heh, as you can guess, I'll probably burn down the house if you let me near the stove or anything meant to be hot. Except guys, of course- wait, they can combust just by looking at me, I forgot.

Okay, now that you see that my schedule's all cleared up for now, let's talk about the perks of free time.

For one, you get to hear hilarious adds on the radio like the one for a restaurant. Unfortunately for the restaurant, the add was more memorable than it's name.

Reporter: Are you having fun sir?
Man: Dipinitly (definitely)! Me and my gurl ar on a date! She likes di SWITS (sweets).
Reporter: What foods have you tried?
Man: Well, we did try the GULAV HAMON.
Reporter: Sir, I believe it's called the GULAV JAMON.
Man: Dat's wat I sed; GULAV HAMON. Now git awt ob here, you are ruining our ROMANTIC!

Yep, commercials are DIPINITLY getting more creative. Sadly, my puns aren't. One day, my friends; one sweet day.

Have any of you seen KNOWING? It made me CRY! So did MARLEY AND ME!
But I've accepted that movies with DOGS will always make me cry. Hello, Eight Below!

But knowing was so damn religious and they had Albinos! First I thought they were there to take over the world; it turns out, they're ANGELS of GOD. Wow.

What is it about Nicholas Cage that gives him that sort of Appeal? It's so weird. I mean, audiences have gotten sick of Brendan Fraser but NOT Nicholas Cage. WHY? I used to think Brendan was hot. Nicholas Cage was never hot.

Who was the actor who changed his last name because it was Dick?

I feel like I've been defeated by the common cold. Seriously, I'm down and out.

My heart goes out to my friends who've had to do the music competition without me.

Sorry guys! You probably did better without me anyway. I just don't feel well at all.

Mom wouldn't even let me walk up death hill!

Please tell me the results. I'm dying to know who won (probably Jen's group, right?)
 

Sudden inspiration has come from the adrenaline of my dearest Death Hill! To those of you who despise it, I must say, that is only the second steepest hill in the entire village. It has been crowned heart-attack hill by my mother and the worst is to take the name 'Death hill'.

Yes it has encouraged me to write about the experience that blew me out of my mind- the trip to the firing range!

I had no idea... When I first gripped my dad's Super 38 my hands were shaking- not from the heaviness but from the fear of maybe hitting a butterfly or any living creature in the way.
That's when the glasses I had on to protect me from the ejected shell of the bullets started fogging. Thus, I completely missed the first shot. Not only that, it left me deathly white and shaken.

That's when I decided to drink "fit n' right"! Look, my MOTHER chose it for me, okay? To those who are unaware, my mom is psychic and she thought I would need it. Walla! I DID need it.

After that, the shots easily sailed through the cardboard target; close, but not quite hitting the bull's eye.

SUDDENLY SOMETHING MADE ME SO DETERMINED TO GET BETTER AT IT!!! Guess.....

Okay, my little twerp, shrimp, baboon of a brother got so cocky. He had gone once before and was confident that he would impress me. Sure enough, they placed the cap of pepsi on our poor cardboard human to serve as a bull's eye. My bro was able to shoot an inch from it with a loser-ish snipper riffle. He smirked at me and it completely flipped me off.

They let me try the loser-ish gun with hardly any kick in it. I watched bro's face fall when I hit where his shot was. I hit the bull's eye (bro said it was lucky) then finally I hit bull's eye again (bro's mouth fell open) and the pepsi cap fell off.

I couldn't look at my brother in the eye after that; it does things to  guys ego seeing your sis whip your ass, you know....

After that I hella owned with the most scary gun ever- THE 45.

What scared me the most is that I felt different toward serial killers after that. Weird, right?

I dunno, I'm scared that I might actually want to start shooting people... HELP ME!!!

I AM ALIVE!!!

Yes, my dear friends, I have decided to come back to the wonderful world of rant-dom! This is even if I find it completely self-centered and narcissistic. Of course, this entirely depends on what you write about here. But I swear, every time I try to start on a completely innocent, happy topic, I always end up ranting on and on.....

That's why I shall stick to something I discovered recently. A friend of mine is very familiar with this inner struggle of mine (I think she finds it either annoying or amusing).

Okay, let's just say that... IT'S SO DAMN HARD FORCING YOURSELF TO LIKE SOMEONE! See! I ranted on something again! *sigh*

Seriously, you try doing it! Well, even if the guy is perfectly acceptable and quite talented I cannot (and should not) like him. Why would I try this, you may ask. There are two possible answers:

1. I am trying to get over someone else
2. I am utterly and completely bored with being 'uninfatuated'
3. I am crazy!

You can take a wild guess and you'd still be correct.

CHANGE TOPIC

HSM3!!!!! Haha, sorry about that... Yes, I am unbearably excited! I would give a damn about other people putting the trilogy down right now.

And there is nothing wrong with Zac Efron eyes *I will not reply to a comment stating otherwise(yes, I know I am immature)* I don't care if people think HSM3 is gay (the insulting definition). No single person can stop my excitement. If people don't like it, they'll have to deal with it.

Yes, I may have allegedly gone on a writer's strike but I'm here to confirm that it isn't forever. We have now an account all to ourselves so that no one shall find out what goes on- including some freshies that may have envaded our privacy in the past.

When I say 'our' I speak for the primadoras who all love each other AND our privacy.

You know... I think... that life... would be IMPOSSIBLE without hot guys... SO I'm wondering how I've been surviving so far...

I've been thinking and I think that I've figured out why I have no hot guy. I have incredibly HIGH standards:

What a guy I date HAS to have (in any order)

1. Intelligence- Come on, if you say hi and the dude just says "whoarwsfyou????" he looses his appeal!
2. He has to be at least attractive/eye-catching (in a good way)- Waking up to see his face in the morning has to relax you not destroy your day.
3. Money- Well okay, if he's really smart and incredibly ambitious he's bound to earn anyway.
4. Height- I will not bend down to kiss him on my wedding day!
5.Crazy, Irrevocable, unconditional love for me- I must be spoiled rotten. The loyalty comes along with this. By the way, I did not use the adjective undying because my dad ruined its meaning.

*Flashback*
Dad: *insert my mom's name*, I won't die for you.
Mom: WHY???
Dad: Because my love is undying, get it?
Me: *Slaps forehead at the idiocy*
*/Flashback*

6. Personal hygiene- NO EXPLANATION REQUIRED
7. Strong friendship with me- when the romance dies down something will be left. Also, if he's a good friend he can make you fall in love with him all over again.
8. Love for travelling- He shouldn't leave my side.
9. Good taste- Well, I assume he has that because he dated me, didn't he? I'm kidding.
10. Awesome parents- In-laws can be a pain (I can tell) unless you can't help but love them.

It may seem like a short list but you have to go on a quest to find a guy who has all these. And when you do, he's usually taken. Not that I'm saying that taken guys are all like this (waves to a friend).

Who needs marriage anyway? A husband will complain if we spend the whole day shopping. *pouts* Plus, you have to work on your relationship. Damn, I'm too lazy.

 My mom's college friends came over today and I got to reflect on how different kids from different schools are.

For instance, there was this one time when I went to my recital (I take voice lessons for no reason at all) and two girls from different schools were seated beside me. I'm sorry to those people who don't know the schools here.

You've got to keep in mind that one of them, being an Atenean after all, was dressed to kill. The other, being Marisian (Stella Maris) looked like a nun controlled her wardrobe which is explainable by the fact that her school is run by nuns. I don't even remember their names!

So the Atenean was checking her nails while the Marisian was glancing around nervously- the recital was about to begin. So it was like this:
Atenean: Hi I'm *name*!
Me: *smiles* Hello, I'm Inna. *turns to Marisian* What about you?
Marisian: *smiles shyly* I'm *name* *says this in a very, very soft voice*
Atenean: *Ignores Marisian* So Inna, do my nails look okay?

At this point the Atenean just keeps talking, the Marisian listens quietly and politely and I nod from time to time. *Sigh* Kids these days. The two girls were complete opposites! What do these schools do??? I shall therefore conclude that only a school taught by a nun, Sir Gerald, Ma'am Jenny, Sir Igar and Sir Weng will make well-rounded individuals!

I am by far the worst Catholic in the history of being a Catholic! It's not that I believe in God- I BELIEVE! It's just that I tend to question Him. Yes indeed, I question his almighty wisdom and knowledge. But every time I DO truly question him out loud, he always proves to me that whatever he did was the most awesome thing for us. It gets annoying sometimes. Hehe.

Like last night, I was just thinking about it when I suddenly had the urge to ask my mother. I said, "Hey mom, if God is soooo perfect then why couldn't he have just made us all perfect?"
She went, "Everything would've been absolutely boring!"
"Yeah, but we wouldn't have noticed because we would've been sooo perfect that we'd want to be perfect!" I retorted.
"Hmmm.." She contemplated for a second. "Well, we wouldn't have free will."
"What do you mean? We'd have free will but because we're perfect we'd choose the good choice." I reasoned.
"Imagine having to choose between chocolate and vegetables- if we were so perfect we wouldn't have ever experienced eating too much chocolate and spoiling ourselves because vegetables are healthier." She exclaimed, laughing at her logic.
"Hah. Instead of looking at hot guys we'd be looking at dudes who have good personalities!" I added, horrified.
"Exactly!" My mom chuckled. "God just wanted us to have fun!"
"Yeah but lots of people take that for granted." Mom shrugged.
"It WAS their choice or the choice of their descendants."
"Yeah, poor dudes." We giggled then journeyed on to dreamland.

That really made me think. If a dude reasoned that God was too scared to make choices for us, I would totally reason that we wouldn't have it any other way, would we?

I would never have liked it if I were made to believe that Joe Jonas with short hair isn't hot like Kami tells me! Or I would've killed myself if I were forced to become over-religious and downright hypocritical. Or be forced to eat vegetables! Yay for God and his supreme wisdom! Without him, we wouldn't have any fun.

You know, from what I've learned.... WE SHOULD NEVER BE PERFECT! Nor should we ever want to be. For the first time, I'm mighty glad that I'm flawed. I will never envy my friends even if they happen to be much prettier than me, or the smart people who study too much, or Taylor Swift for stealing Joe Jonas, or God (because he has to listen to all of us whine).

Sorry about this entry, I just wanted to let you guys think and contradict me if you want to. I DARE YOU! If you agree with me though, I'd totally love you.

1. I can't stand the thought of studying.
2. I want to sleep!
2. I tend to get distracted during lessons
3. I despise some people (ehem, you should know a couple of them by now)
4. The lessons make my head BLEED. because I am stupid.
5. The males (YES, all of them) don't interest me at all.
6. I don't understand almost everyone- except my friends, of course
7. My day can go really, really fast or really, really slow.
8. I can be left out (not that it bothers me) and I'm sort of used to it now- my friends deserve more.
9. My low self-esteem is shattering
10. Others schools have easier lessons.

Being in the Computer lab has inspired this very post.

My title makes me happy. I'm in the computer laboratory filled with happy, cool, magestic and space-filling aircon! Did you ever get the feeling you were being watched?

Yes... it IS happening to me. Everywhere there are signs... Like today when I told myself the day COULDN'T get any crappier.... IT DID. Well, I suppose I shall not live long... Nah... *in a singsong voice* I will survive! Go now go- walk out the door! *Singsong voice breaks due to sheer lack of talent* I'll probably rant later= I'M TOO LAZY. I'M A BIT BUSY AT THE MOMENT.