OH, COME ON!

I've had enough of those "Things I Hate About You" lists. I'm sick and tired of fooling myself that I actually hate you. I do hate you, I really do. It's just that I go from hating to missing you and then it ends up with me hating myself. And it's stupid 'cause it's such a blur. And you know how blurry things work, they bring so much confusion that it's... just. so. irritating.

I hate the way that I am incapable of finding the right song that will complement my mood.

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EDIT (DT: 6:18 PM)

I have just found the perfect song. :) Guess. Yep, John Meyer's Back to You. :)

My brain has come up with this funny line:
Oh, come on! You won't miss me when I'm gone.

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU.

I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around,
and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,
not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

THE NIGHT BEFORE.

Another year has passed. 364 days have flown by mercilessly. And now I'm left counting the few hours that will soon pass by before that fateful day.

What is it with birthdays, anyway? What's the use of celebrating our birth anniversaries? Is there anything else to celebrate rather than having the opportunity to celebrate something we just can't comprehend with people who mean so much to us? Just what is it with birthdays, anyway?

Approximately 4 hours more and I have officially lived 8,409,600 irreplaceable and "nonrefundable" minutes.

So here's to the year that has passed by. To love lost. To love found. To friendships built. To relationships strengthened. To loneliness endured. To happiness shared. To pain. To pleasure. To tears and to laughter.

Here's for tomorrow, I mean, the future. For love, yes, always love. For new friendships. For endless relationships. For loved ones. For hello's and goodbye's. For moments that should last forever. For memories that will last 'til eternity. Yes, here's for another year of existence and of life. For another round of days and events that will make me feel alive and kicking. Here's for those soon to come episodes that will make me feel like I'm living for something -- not just for myself. For those same episodes that will make me realize that life is not just about existing.

ATTACK OF THE BUTTERFLIES.

the title is self-explanatory.
furthermore, the writer doesn't need to go into details.

A ROCKET TO THE MOON.

oh girl, these nights are dull.
I wish that I could spend them with you.
I'm looking at this wall,
repeating "girl, I love you."



you can say that you don't miss me.
I think about you everyday. :)

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maraming salamat kay Caresse Ampig.
matagal ko na kasi 'tong di napakinggan.
kung hindi niya pinaalala. hindi ko maaalala. :))

ONE WEEK NALANG.

ONE WEEK. AS IN ISANG LINGGO!
ISANG LINGGO. 7 ARAW. 168 NA ORAS.
10080 NA MINUTO. 604800 NA SEGUNDO.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
SHIT, NATATAKOT TALAGA AKO.
SUPER TAKOT NA TAKOT.
SUPER, SANA HINDI NA MAGTUESDAY.
SANA FOREVER WEDNESDAY.
SANA.. FOREVER FROZEN ANG TIME.
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!

SHOOT SHIT SHOT SHUT.
WALA NA. WALA NAKONG MAGAGAWA.
AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

TAPOS NA ANG ARAW.
6 NA ARAW NALANG.

AND IN THE WORDS OF PABLO.

I go from loving to not loving her
From waiting to not waiting for her.

I love her, and sometimes she loves me too.

CLICKY CLICKY.
credits go to Patrishia Garcia's plurks.

Ode to Nice Girls.
Ode to Nice Guys.

click to read. :)

hindi sa super nakakarelate. pero gets? nakakarelate parin kahit papano.

RANDOM REALIZATION
after listening to Beyonce's If I Were A Boy.

The perfect boyfriends are the ones who understand girls. All girls understand each other. Therefore, girls are the perfect boyfriends. :)

a. Certainly true
b. Certainly false
c. Probably true
d. Probably false

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okaaay, joke lang. :))
pero pwede rin. ewan. :)

NAGBABASA AKO NG BLOGGER ARCHIVE.

binabasa ko yung April 2008 posts ko. HAHA! natatawa ako sa How Do I Loathe Thee? and yung, pagkaadik ko sa isang Review classmate. nakakatawa. swear.

ampangit ko na magblog ngayon.
doi, kailan ba ako naging magaling magblog? HAHA!

AND IT JUST HIT ME.
I have 10 days left before I turn OLD(-er).


AAAAAAHHH!

Kat Santos is in a state of panic. Yes, she doesn't want to turn older. Yes, she scared of that wretched day. Yes, she sort of doesn't want to be disappointed.

un-disappoint me, please.


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NEWS UPDATE:
see previous post.

The scientific calculator has been recovered thanks to Carmela Joven and Patricia Naling. :D

EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT! :D
News Kat-Style.

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Girl depressed at the loss of her black Sharp El-506W had her hopes squashed.

November 13, 2008 -- Katrina Santos, 15, has realized her scientific calculator, a black Sharp El 506W, is not inside her bag.

"All day long, I was completely bothered. On my way to school, I can't stop thinking about my missing sci-cal. I kept on hoping that it would be somewhere in the classroom."

But it wasn't there and that's what caused her not so high mood. She was also anticipating to go home and find it somewhere in her room but it was of no avail.

"I don't want to buy a new calculator. This would be my third black Sharp El-506W. Errr."

If all else fails, she wants a scientific calculator as her birthday present. :P

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"Love is a choice and a decision" -- according to Mrs. Obillo.

Mrs. Obillo held an interesting discussion with IV-4 about the sonnet "If Thou Must Love Me" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning last November 13, 2008.

Katrina Santos was one of those people who've kept on reciting:
"I couldn't say I can't relate with the topic. HAHA! :)) I just love those kind of conversation -- I mean, love and foolishness and blah. That's all. HAHA! Tss." :))

Too bad she isn't that good in lying. :P

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CW/J elective drained the students' brains through the 15-item quiz.

The quiz consisted of two parts. The first part was a True or False type that wasn't really hard. The second part, however, required the student to make lead paragraphs.

"Ugh" was all that Kat Santos could say. :)

In fact, she still has a hang-over for that quiz. Proof of which, is this entry that consists of 3 "news articles".

THINGS HAVE CHANGED.

and it's stupid. I keep on wondering if you have also changed.






I hope not, though.

ALAM MO YUNG PUTIK?

kung uso sa ibang tao ang PI, shit, shizz, etc.
usong uso kay Kat Santos ang putik.
ito yung expression niya tuwing nahihiya, naaasar, naiirita, etc.
ginagamit niya ang putik sa lahat ng bagay.
tulad ngayon.
gusto niyang i-bang yung head niya sa wall.
habang sumisigaw ng putik paulit-ulit. :)
oh well. HAHA!

ang salitang putik, 'pag trinanslate ay mud.
pag nasa bukid, ang mud ay pinaghalo ng tae.
ang tae ay ang kahulugan ng shit.

Kat feels like putik.

TATLONG KATOTOHANANG 'DI MO MAIPAGKAKAILA.

1. Mas masarap ang Kitkat na imported kaysa yung nabibili rito sa 'Pinas.
2. May dating din kahit papano ang Pinoy chick flicks.
   
3. Kahit anong gawin natin, nakakatamad mag-aral at gumawa ng proyekto.
   

A NOTE FOR THE CLUMSY GIRL
who just can't decide.

You tell people that they should know their limitations. That they shouldn't push themselves too far. You know that people should have their rest when they get too tired. You understand that sometimes people really do have to run away, to escape from reality just so they could prevent themselves from breaking.

You know you've reached your limit. You know that you need your rest. You're fully aware that you'll lose all your nerve soon. You can't afford to break down. How can you not afford to take a day off?

Don't let that little spark of hope left be trampled on. Or else everything you've built will crumble to dust.

YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO...
Katrina Santos' Sweet Sixteen.

on November 26, 2008.
TriNoMa cinemas.
Twilight. :)

special thanks to UP Economics Society. :)

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joke, di pa sure. balak lang yan. :)
pero goo naaa. lilibre ko kayo ng tickets. :)

RESCUE ME BEFORE I FALL INTO DESPAIR.

you know what they say about sadness? that one couldn't fully experience happiness if she hasn't experienced pain or suffering or loneliness? that one moment of extreme happiness is enough nullify a lifetime of emptiness and despair?

well, I think that's total bull-.

experiencing happiness is traumatizing -- especially once you've gotten used to that high "on-top-of-the-world" feeling. scratch that. the experience of happiness isn't the one that's traumatizing.

what's traumatizing is the moment wherein everything you've worked hard for and all the things you've sacrificed suddenly crumble to dust; when that little spark of hope gets trampled and you're left lost in the dark.

DO YOU WANT TO RUN AWAY FOREVER?
hm. yeah. whatever.



November 3.
I feel sh-tty.

it doesn't take a genius to see that I'm falling apart.

SH-T.
kinikilig ako.
as in "OMG-may-butterflies-sa-stomach-ko" kind of kilig.
na nakakatawa kasi, err, bat ako kinikilig? :">
na parang HAHAHA, kinakausap mo na sarili mo, Kat!

wishful thinking. asa, Kat.

for some weird/unexplainable reason, ikaw lang talaga yung taong nakakacreate ng feeling na 'yun. yung butterflies sa stomach sh-t.