And Noynoy is still alive...
I just couldn't help but say it.
About Me

- Bianca Isabella
- A dedicated political science major and an aspiring researcher with a passion for theater and a penchant for everything feline. I dream big. To put it simply: A typical 19 year old with dreams and issues.
Monday, August 20, 2012
DAFUQ DID I JUST SEE
I don't see nothing wrong with a little.. WAIT. WHAT? I DON'T SEE NOTHING RIGHT IN THIS IMAGE.
This meme has ruined my life. I will therefore repost it and spread the link on twitter hoping I could share the trauma and ruin your lives as well.
This meme has ruined my life. I will therefore repost it and spread the link on twitter hoping I could share the trauma and ruin your lives as well.
All the Cramps in the World
Being a girl (or I'd love to say woman, I'm 18 now, niggers) is severely underrated.
I'd rather have a useless part of my gonads mercilessly chopped off by some fifty year old foreign pervert with a fake medical degree than to go through this mental physical emotional kind of torture every damn month.
I feel like killing anyone who tries talking to me.
I want to shave my head and dye it blonde like Miley and Malfoy.
My oral fixation is heightened aggressively; I feel the constant need to eat any edible thing I can get my hands on.
I feel like killing anyone who tries talking to me.
I'm planning the lawsuit I will file against the Midol Company when I graduate. The inefficacy of their drug is taking it's toll on my life (as well as every one else living with me) every 28 days.
I feel like killing anyone who tries talking to me.
Everlong, my happy song, has pissed me off a lot lately. When Dave Grohl starts getting on my nerves, I think that means the world REALLY will fall apart soon.
Doc Jerry is like an onion; I love him so damn much but the thought of Fil 14 makes me burst into tears.
I feel like killing anyone who tries talking to me.
Who the living crap is Bea Binene and why is she black?
Polsci majors are the most impoverished students in Ateneo not because we aren't capitalists; We're just blessed with overly generous professors who enjoy requiring movies and plays. (Not to mention a Bible-length of readings to spend for, that goes without saying)
I feel like killing anyone who tries talking to me.
I want some bulgogi right now.
Take me to Bonchon... 145 pesos, so worth it.
I'd rather have a useless part of my gonads mercilessly chopped off by some fifty year old foreign pervert with a fake medical degree than to go through this mental physical emotional kind of torture every damn month.
I feel like killing anyone who tries talking to me.
I want to shave my head and dye it blonde like Miley and Malfoy.
My oral fixation is heightened aggressively; I feel the constant need to eat any edible thing I can get my hands on.
I feel like killing anyone who tries talking to me.
I'm planning the lawsuit I will file against the Midol Company when I graduate. The inefficacy of their drug is taking it's toll on my life (as well as every one else living with me) every 28 days.
I feel like killing anyone who tries talking to me.
Everlong, my happy song, has pissed me off a lot lately. When Dave Grohl starts getting on my nerves, I think that means the world REALLY will fall apart soon.
Doc Jerry is like an onion; I love him so damn much but the thought of Fil 14 makes me burst into tears.
I feel like killing anyone who tries talking to me.
Who the living crap is Bea Binene and why is she black?
Polsci majors are the most impoverished students in Ateneo not because we aren't capitalists; We're just blessed with overly generous professors who enjoy requiring movies and plays. (Not to mention a Bible-length of readings to spend for, that goes without saying)
I feel like killing anyone who tries talking to me.
I want some bulgogi right now.
Take me to Bonchon... 145 pesos, so worth it.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Woes
"The best part was the scene with Janet where we had to touch each other. It wasn't the best part because I got to touch Sam and have her to touch me. It's the exact opposite. I know it sounds dumb, but it's true. Just before the scene, I thought about Sam, and I thought that if I touched her that way and meant it, it would be cheap. And as much as I think I want to someday touch her like that, I never want it to be cheap. I don't want it to be Rocky and Janet, I wanted Sam and I. And I don't want her to mean it back. So we just played." - Charlie, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
I need not say more.
I need not say more.
As irritating as the tiny black dirt on your nails your nail cutters can't seem to reach
I’m repressed.
I’ve been trying so hard to
condense all my useless thoughts within the 140 characters of twitter for quite
a while now; it does NOT suffice.
My last post was too EMOtionally propelled, I ended up too scared to even open my blog, afraid
I might judge myself. (And self-judgment is always tons and tons and tons of
notches gentler than judgments from an outsider’s point of view. I refuse to
imagine what goes on in your minds.)
Anyway…
To satisfy a craving, there is nothing else to
do but to succumb to those desires and indulge. In other words, I will now take
the liberty to discuss all the useless things going on in my head tonight (And
as “The Middle” by Jimmy Eat World plays, the perfect mood for a Teen age
ranting session starts to set)
1)
I am
really bothered by the extreme boringness of ANC News reporters’ speaking
voice.
If you watch ANC,
you definitely know what I mean. If you don’t: Turn on your TV, go to channel
27, listen for 2 minutes and then I
will allow you to go through the rest of my post.
I can’t even tell
if it’s a purpose act. Is it? I think it is. How can anyone be so passive while
talking about the most cathartic things? So maybe they should be neutral and in
all ways, impartial. But it’s not just their creepy passiveness that bothers
me. It’s how they manifest their disturbing passiveness in the exact same nerve-wracking
manner. I’m starting to think that ABS CBN makes them go through a workshop (I
think it’s called: The how to have no emotions and sound exactly like everyone
else in this channel workshop) before their first exposure. I don’t know.
Bottom line is: These people creep me out.
2)
I
hate GMA celebrities SO. DAMN. BAD.
I’ve already gone
through this thought over and over again, prolly a hundred times in my head.
What makes them so irritating? I don’t know. They’re not ugly; in fact I think
Lovi Poe is one of the most gorgeous Filipinas I’ve ever seen. They’re not
talentless either. None of them have that nauseating Empress and Erich accent,
you know, the one that makes you want to pull their tongues out. But for some
reason, no matter how much they irritate me I’d rather repress my desires to
pull of their taste organs off and watch them, over any GMA star.
I know I sound
too violent. I’m starting to think that the problem lies within myself. I need
to increase my patience and be more tolerant. But the question is, of what? How on earth do I heighten my
tolerance of something I can not even pinpoint?
3) Rats scare the
living ____ of me, and I love history class.
A few days ago, I
went down the Piraeus to submit to my green mango and bagoong cravings. (Weh Socrates)
(In other words, pumunta ako sa palengke para
bumili ng manggang hilaw at bagoong)
Let me narrate my experience, Pokemon style (There’s
more suspense this way)
Bianca enters a dark street.
A wild giant rat appears.
What does Bianca do?
Bianca sabotages herself by suddenly remembering her history lesson
for the day (The Bubonic plague and how rats almost killed Europe)
What does Giant rat do?
Giant rat wags its tail.
Bianca runs away.
I almost had a
heart attack, and I’m not even exaggerating, not even a tiny bit. I hate rats,
and rats hate me. We are two living creatures that will NEVER co-exist. I am
one of the most adaptable cowgirls you will ever find, but I will always always
always feel fright and thoughts of death in the presence of those hairy little
abominations. I would rather wipe ass like Sharon Cuneta did in Caregiver, than
touch a rat/mouse/hamster even just for a second.
4) What
is with this Fifty Shades of Grey fad?
As I have tweeted, “I’ll
be a condescending hipster who refuses to get her hands anywhere near that
Fifty Shades of Sexual Abomination you’re all talking about.”
I don’t even want
do dwell on this any longer. This book has such a huge (and horny) fan-base, I’m
afraid if I write more; I might not make it alive.
ANYHUU
I’ve satisfied my
write/rant hunger and am therefore too lazy to come up with a proper concluding
sentence.
This aint no paper;
I can leave whenever I want.
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