I'm Alive, by the way.

I wouldn't even rant about how long it's been since I last made an appearance here. Imelda surely missed me already, and I have to say that the feeling is indeed mutual. :-)

Alright, so I'm here to pay off old debts. To my great great promdate John, though he has a lot of Kamille friends... I assume I'm the one you tagged for the 7 Facts About Me stuff. If not, then hey at least you get facts about me for free! :-)

7 Facts About Kamille Santiago Comilang.

Uno: I've just realized that I really really really want to be a doctor, that choosing my course just wasn't an "ah eto nalang" experience. Well, at least it did seem to be that way before. But now, after three semesters of pre-med stuff, I'm happy to say that I'm getting the hang of it. Whew. So the 40% chance of not graduating as a Biology student goes down the drain.

Dos: I've been asked to pull over by the TMC guys twice already since I got my driver's license. The first one was when I was looking for a parking space along Roxas--which was quite impossible given that time of the day. I thought there was a space fronting the PAL office (the space which they solemnly claim to just be for PAL clients, whattheheck!), but then it proved to be rather small. So at the last minute, I just turned back and halted for the red light. That was a stupid move as I was on the right lane (and that lane could make a right turn to Claveria), so I blocked the way for the other cars signalling to go right. I didn't realize this up until the huge TMC man told me to just move forward and pull over in front of Columbia.

Me: (panicking) Patay. This sucks. (rolls down the window
for the TMC man)
TMC: Hi Miss. (blah blah about
traffic obtruction in German blah blah). Wala pa gyud ka nag-seatbelt. Patingin
nalang ng lisensya mo.
Me: (pleading, smiling,
pa-cute) Ahh, eh.
TMC: (seeing my dad's ID
hanging on the right side of the windshield) Anak ka ni sir?
Me: (suddenly getting my hopes up) Opo, sir.
TMC: Ah, kilala ko daddy mo. (Blah blah talks about my dad in
German once more) Sige, next time mag-right turn ka nalang kapag alanganin.
Me: Opo! Sure po yun! Thank you, God bless.
(closes the window and sighs heavily with relief).

So. Once again, sorry Dad, for abusing your name again. And again. And again. Anyway, the second time was near the pedestrian lane fronting NCCC Matina. It was around 8PM, and I was on my way to Kit Fabregar's debut. So given that people are crossing the street, the wise thing to do was slow down gradually yada yada. I eventually stopped to allow more people to cross, and when I was already about to step on the gas again, my car lurched forward, then came the sound of broken glass, and the "hala" of the people outside. At first, I thought that I had driven over some broken glass or what. But then Kim Won, who happened to be my fortunate passenger (along with Oters hehe!) mentioned about a car being right behind us. So I jumped out of my car, and weee Kim Won was correct. I dunno what model that was, but let's say it's a Honda City. We'll settle for a Honda City. So the Honda City looked wrecked, no wait, it was wrecked! Broken lights, totally bent thing in front of the car (the one that covers the engine and stuff, I'm a girl I dunno what you people call that thing basta yun!), and cracked windshield... yep, that was the Honda City's fate, I guess. Given that image, I didn't know what ot expect out of my car's butt. Strangely though, my car wasn't damaged at all. Seriously! No scratches, no anything! The driver of the Honda City was already pleading sorry when I started to walk towards them. So it turns out that there were three men in that car plus 1 guy who's just a little older than me. The 911 people came (as they were just making tambay at Penong's, whew coincidence!), and they managed the flow of traffic. I called my dad, or course, and he and my brother came to talk about the techie stuff about the rules and insurance and blah blah in German. :-) The thing is, I was just relieved that our car wasn't damaged--if it was, I don't know what my dad will say, or if I would live to actually hear what he would say hehe! After ten minutes or so, they finally settled everything. And so I went to the party. With my car. With no sermon from my dad. Weee! Ohkay, if anything, that really wasn't my fault because the drunk man (as Fino and my dad claimed, duh) hit us from behind. So it's his fault that his Honda City turned into crap. Bow.

Tres: I have not eaten or tasted taho. I'm pathetic, I know.

Quatro: My first crush ever was Aladdin. Yep, my first crush was a drawn human being. Back then, he was my idea of wafuness. But then sense finally took over me, and so I managed to have crushes on guys who are actually breathing. But then I still get giddy whenever I watch Aladdin. Yep, it's just like that.

Cinco: I still listen to the Backstreet Boys! Hahahahahaha! It's embarassing and all, but hey I like their songs! Well, just one song actually. And I always make it a point to listen to it in my MP3 player at least once a week. Jeez, boybands. Waha!

Seis: One of the greatest discoveries I made is about the power of praying, of having faith, and of believing. It doesn't apply only to God or Allah or whoever, it applies to everything and everyone. I may do wicked stuff during the day, but I dunno I always find my way back. You see for yourself. :-)

Siete: I lost a Math contest when I was like 4 years old. Looking back, I could've won... if only I understood math problems delivered English that time. Wahahahaha! See, I told you I'm not smart. :-)


Okay, a lot is in store for me this week. Overnight at Marcel's :-) Tomorrow, I dunno. Whatever. Basta a lot is in store for me this week. Helloooo sembreak!

Random Flashback

Late last year, my dad was getting rather busy hanging out with his politiko friends. You see, the politicians get good publicity with his media help; and my dad gets good privileges by whipping up a few good things about Mr. Like This and Judge Like That on the radio, tv, wherever. It's a happy relationship, if you ask me. And it's easy to predict the result of this whole let's-scratch-each-other's-backs thing. So I thought of taking advantage of the scenario...

Mama: Anak, anong gagawin natin sa debut mo?
Me: Debut? AYOKO nun.
Mama: Ha? Eh anong plano mo? Dapag merong debut!
Me: Gastos lang yun! Bigay niyo nalang sa kin equivalent nun in cash.
Mama: Sabihan mo si papa. Sabi niya pa naman yung parang traditional na debut.
Me: Yung may roses blah blah? Ganito, para di na mahirap para sa atin... di na ko hihingi ng party or anything. Wala na talaga. Pero ang gift niyo, kotse nalang.
Mama: (Pause... pause... pause...) Okay rin, pero walang party. Sige ganun nalang.

And so as my 18th birthday drew closer, I realized that I just got this party last Saturday (and we did agree na wala nang party) and (gasp!) no car!

So now I don't trust my parents. Or my dad's politiko-dapat-mapera friends for that matter. Haha, it's pathetic I know. But hmmm... maybe my car's still in a hidden garage somewhere tapos when my birthday comes na talaga, my dad will go "SURPREESSA!" just like how Nerubian Ass does with his backstab.

Yes. Maybe.

Paradadap paradeedap paradadaap dee dey!

That's Paolo Santos singing gibberish.

I ditched the idea of taking summer classes-- or rather, my mama made me ditch the idea of taking summer classes. As I have learned, mama always knows best so I didn't think about arguing with her about the whole thing.

So if ever you need someone to bum around with, don't hesitate to call me. :-)

Since My Mom Made Me Ditch Taking Summer Classes...

I found other ways to amuse myself. I ran out of DVDs, so I'm currently hooked on answering Crossword Puzzles! Ishee and I were inspired by Marx's Dad because he had this fun crossword puzzle book at home--like we were ganado to answer the whole thing because the 1 Across went like "Finding ____" (Film). Tapos diba the answer was NEMO! Jeez, it felt fulfilling (and smart-dumb, you know, you're dumb pero you're like the smartest among the other dummies) when we were able to finish one puzzle. And so ayun, we bought our own crossword puzzle book thingee. Sadly though, the 75 CROSSWORD PUZZLES FOR WEEKEND CHALLENGE was like way beyond my smart-dumb level. So this is what I have so far...

Simba. Yeah, the lion. Tsktsk. Like I said, don't hesitate to contact me if you need someone to lounge around with.

Hello Sunshine...

... come into my li-iife.

Yep, and it took me that long to actually let my fingers dance on the keyboard once again. How I'd like to blame my pile of schoolwork for keeping me away from blogging, but then again that thought just seems lightyears away now that I think about it. For the past two weeks, I have been indulging on the things I missed on since school started last January. God knows how many DVDs I've watched on the first two days of summer break, and just recently I finished off a couple of seasons of my just-now-fave TV series. Damn, I have forgotten how good it is to actually feel dizzy from the whirlwind of the plots and characters I've come to know in just the span of a few days, and I have just recovered from a baaad headache which I got (again) from watching over half the season all in one day.

So I sort of detached myself from the actual world just so I could spend some alone time once again. Looking back, I've spent six days with my classmates (or in some cases, groupmates) for the last two months. Since I'm quite sure that I'll end up taking summer classes tomorrow (if I do get to enrol), it's really good that I had the chance to get in touch with my antisocial self even if it was just for a few good days.

Oh, and I managed to whip up a few challenges for myself. Wala lang, I'm just really in need of something to keep me going. So apart from taking summer classes, I also intend to accomplish at least half of what's on my list.

1. Read at least 2 good novels.
2. Get my driver's license.
3. End up with P3000 by the end of my summer classes.
4. Put the P3000 on my bank account. And it's bound to stay there for at least a month.
5. Get a tattoo. On my bony ankle. No, di permanent. Or ewan.
6. If I don't get to accomplish number 5, I'd go for having my left ear pierced again. And again.
7. Be sulit with the P800 I pay at the Metro.
8. Watch and understand The Godfather series. Hehe.
9. Not space out during my AFYOP thing. Again, I'm antisocial, so oh dear!
10. Whip up sensible playlists on my mp3 player. The ones I've put together lately just made me hit the NEXT key all the time. Tsk.

Yesh, these all serve as challenges for moi. Number 1 is difficult for some reason, number 2 is tiring, numbers 3&4 are oh sooo heartbreaking, number 5&6 require guts and not-tamad-days, number 7 is okay, number 8 is something I'm game for, number 9 is intimidating, number 10 is nakakatamad. So go!

!@#$%^&, I'll have summer classes na tomorrow. Tsktsktsk.

Because I'm a selfish git who has nothing else to do but rant about not having things my way

... when everyone else has bigger (and REAL) problems to deal with.

I dunno, but way back in high school I was still quite sane-- you know, I still had my brains and my soul in tact. But lately, I've been talking to myself more often. It's actually cool because at least I get to talk to someone beautiful and smart for a change, but heck all I've been telling myself lately goes along the lines of, "Bakit ang lupit ng world? Nobody gives a damn about me naaahhhhh. Bakit ganito ang buhay?"

Crap.

That's not how I was before, and that's not how I intend to be now that I'm on my way to the wonderful world of med school (c'mon, I'll be out of my freshman year of college this month! I'm so close to being a doctor, whoo!). Anyway, all I'm saying is that I have evolved into a pretty little monster who quickly gets sad and disturbed whenever things suddenly don't go the way I want then to be.

For instance, I suddenly shifted into my "Ahh di ako love nila Mama huhuhu" self when my mom indirectly said that she wouldn't pay for my Metro expenses. "800 monthly? Eh thrice a week ka lang pumupunta dun, minsan tinatamad ka pa nga!" Actually, even if she does say that, we both know that she'll still give me money to pay for it anyway. But then again I was too absorbed with my hurt ego to consider that thought, so I waged a war against my gastadorang self: I now vow to pay for my gym expenses, and that means cutting down my allowance to P300 a week just to have enough money by the end of the month. I was so dedicated to prove to my mom that NAH I CAN DO JUST FINE WITH ME MYSELF AND I that I passed on her offer of (Allelujah!) P800 this morning. Jeez, I can't believe I turned that down. So now I have to visit that stubborn ATM machine so that I won't have to eat my words. Crap, I tell you. And I'm sure that I'll have to ask my mother for that P800 next month because I know that somehow I won't be able to stick to my vow. Weh.

So much for that. Here's Exhibit B: I was racking my brains for some clue as to where I could get P6000 to get my iPod fixed. Yes, tinraydor ako ng iPod ko kasi siguro nagalit na siya sa akin dahil hindi ko siya hinahandle with care. So he went buhbye.

POOF! Say goodbye to my hard disk Kamille! And I'm taking all your favorite songs with me to iPod heaven. Aww yes, your favorite songs na pinaghirapan mong hanapin at icompile at nakawin sa iba't ibang library ng kung sinu-sino. Akala mo sigurong di kita tatalikuran noh kaya confident ka pang walang pamback-up ng library ko, kaya ayan you just lost 50% of your songs! Baha, you ungrateful sloth! Buti nga sa yo!

There! Jesse the Rockstar (that's the iPod's name) is now dead because his master was too tamad and pabaya to look after him. Huhuhuhu. The Byteworld woman couldn't do anything to help me because my warranty is bulok na, and the cool Apple-iPod-specialist-guy here in Davao told me that the only service that may or may not resurrect the cold hard disk of my iPod is located in Manila. So I'll just have to LBC my iPod (along with the bayad) to Manila and hope that the guys there will honestly fix it. Tapos hopefully my iPod won't get stolen sa airport pag-uwi niya dito sa Davao. O diba, perfect!

Anyway, these are just 25% of the things that have been bothering me this past week. I'm so evil and absorbed with my whirlwind of misfortunes when there are bigger things to be sad about... like Nemia losing her week's allowance on Monday... like my cousin running away from home... like my dad's colleague dying (and not having enough funds to pay the hospital a million P's) because of an accident he had when he and my dad went on a biking trip.

Crap. So when will all of this end? You tell me. I'm exhausted from all the thinking and pondering I've been doing.

Thank U's

Hibs and Dudepare, thanks for the sweet nothings last Wednesday (Feb. 14). Red na red at Pink pink pa rin yung flowers. I luurrrve you, salamat ulit! :-)


Another round of Boitdays...

Just last night, we attended Jasmine Go's party at Marco Polo. She wasn't really into the formal dancing and stuff, so I guess she was reallllly surprised with the little program that we whipped up for her. So yeay, at least we forced her into doing the 18 roses dance and all that I'm-eighteen-stuff.












For the last part of the program, Akeem (one of the emcees, si Lara yung isa) asked Jasmine for her message. We were waiting for something along the lines of "Thanks Ma, Pa, etc etc..." But she just said, "Thank you... (the people urging her to say more things pa) ... Enjoy your meals!" Nyahahaha. I love Jasmine! :-)

Now I'm going back to sleep. Bow.

The used-to-be boy next door.

When I was a kid (yeah, that goes to show how I'm not getting any younger), I used to spend every damn day playing taguanay or that mahal-mo-ba-si-Gabby-yes-or-no game with my neighbors. I wasn't exactly fond of my neighbor friends; if anything, we were just little kids who got bored watching the reruns of The Little Lulu Show, and so we resorted to playing with whoever lives next door in order to pass time (and by the time we're done, a better show will be on TV). Anyway, I didn't care much about my playmates... except for one kid. He wasn't really super-guapo or anything, but I liked him. Not like-like-- ewan, basta lang. I guess that's the effect of spending every afternoon with some weird kid who radiates this hero aura. Kasi diba in a team, there's always this person who serves as the cheerleader-strategizer-we-can-do-this-let's-have-fun, and that was how we saw him. So I liked him in that kind of way. Haha defensive.

But then they moved out of their house and stayed at their gramma's place in Tibungco (and shek, ang layo ng Tibungco). So since then, let's just say that I resorted to just watching the reruns of The Little Lulu Show.

Then I had a life. And I met real friends. And real guys. And I turned seventeen.

Tapos the other day, he was in my mother's office. I remember my Mom saying "Ui Kim, kilala mo ito? Sino man daw yan siya?" I rcked my fresh-from-my-bad-midterm-exams brain for some memory of who he was, and his face was like /gg na kasi nga di ko siya nakilala. "Si ^^^^^! Yan na siya," my mom replied for me kasi siguro nabobohan na rin siya sa akin.

"Aah!" (pause pause pause) "Oh hello!"

So he's nineteen now, and he's in his junior year of being a nursing student. I would've asked him about how he's been these past twelve years. Wala lang, it was the polite thing to do. Pero wala eh, I guess it's been too long to even care.

To think he greeted me pa when I came in, tas I didn't recognize him man lang. Diyahe for him. Diyahe for me.

Tsktsk.


Anyway.

Happy Birthday to Rani Valles (Feb8). She's suplada and pala-away, but she's also very paaannny and witty. In her not-so-buang days, she's actually one of those people na talagang nakakausap ko. O diba. Weh I labs her.

Happy Birthday to Carlo Relampagos (Feb9). He's only seventeen, but hey naglalasing na yan. So Carlo is like the guy who is secretly in love with me haha. Nah, he's just some guy who was lucky enough to be married to me in one of those Kasal booths-- damn, blame high school fietas.

Tomorrow, I'm off to Ice E's party. And come next Saturday is Jasmine G's party. Man, people are really turning 18.