YES, HV GIRL!

Your friendly cebuana superheroine.

"What superpowers do you have, HV girl? the ability to sprinkle chlamydia in the unsuspecting loins of your promiscuous foes decked out in body hugging spandex?"

No, non-existent citizen! HV is not a condensed form of HIV (with that logic, it would stand for HUMAN VIRUS)!

Hyper
Ventilating
GIRL!

That's me.

With my trusty side kick, Nielson the brown paper envelope-turned-bag!

And in your time of need, I will be there, right beside you...

...hyperventilating.

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Seriously folks, I've been having a rough couple of weeks. With numerous plates and requirements, I don't know when to start or stop anymore. No thanks to my horizontally growing wisdom teeth (the cause for my weakening immune system), too. I recently had a hyperventilating fit last week during one of my major classes which nearly gave my prof a heart attack (especially since I leaned over a ledge for "support"). Thankfully, a bunch of my friends dragged me into my prof's office and shoved a paper envelope into my hands.

BREATHE SLOWLY, they chorused.

And as I tried to slow down the pace of my gasps, it occurred to me that the pressure had reached a point of meltdown proportions.

Maybe you can relate in this aspect. Many people, especially those that seem to matter, expect great things from you. They say you've got great potential, but talent without discipline is nothing. They push you and you push yourself until your brain gives out and your lungs shut down. Yet still, things are not enough for their satisfaction.

Yes, I definitely need to take things slow. And breathe. Yes, it's just the pressure talking. It's the meds whispering. The teeth nudging.

The trick is to keep breathing, huh?

PS, I uploaded a few random deviations. I'll upload fresher works soon when I... get... the... time.

...and neither am I. hahaha.

Stuffstuffstuff. Where to start.

Will update with shiznit soon. Probably. 8D

Deathbypaperplane/monica/mona/retard

- is currently a second year college student of the University of the Philippines in the Visayas - Cebu College

- is taking up bachelor of FINE ARTS, majoring in INDUSTRIAL DESIGN

- is "slaving" at a design internship at this ([link]) place

- has straightened her hair, had her bangs and hair ends dyed red, then chopped everyhing off into into a ghastly rugged bob

- wants to steal prof. kenneth cobonpue's mini cooper

- now has a questionable NBSB standing

- has discovered the joys of triphop

- is not cool, totally

- will be back with more updates, for my non-existing followers.

BOW

Happy labor day, people! Now go say tenchu to your mama for bringing your big head to the world. Hahaha.

I found an old autograph book recently that dates back to my elementary days. I checked the contents for old times' sake and I discovered that most of the dedications showed support for my endeavors towards world domination.

Now that I think about it, I still wanna rule the earth.

Once I become president of the world, chocolate will be free, everyone must wear checkered vans kicks, rainforests will be replanted and abundant, rock concerts will be held everyday, the government will be composed of children, torpe boys will diediedie unless they FINALLY make a move, SLRS will be at my disposal, chubby girls will be preferred over skinny, anorexic and bulimic ones, Neil Gaiman will release a new book every week and Jessica Zafra will be my right hand woman. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, if you catch my drift.

So who want dibs on iceland? micronesia? mango island?

Hullo, bombastic citizens of DA! It's been a while since my last update.

Since I've been gone, I've gone to Dumaguete, had my hair straightened my hair and tinted it red, eaten shawarma without onions, naulipon sa gugmang giatay nga perteng giatay (translation: <3 -> </3), discovered the kickass music of meg and dia and moneen, turned fat, preached the good news of the Lord and updated my friendster.

weeeeeeeeeeeeee. How are ya'll doing?

Ooh, I got tagged by ~sandufus lah.

*The rules of the game is as follows: The 1st player starts off by doing a journal entry on himself or herself. The topic shall feature 6 weird habits/things about oneself. Once done, you must pick the next six people to be tagged, and you must leave a comment on their DA page saying "you've been tagged" and then tell them to read this!

Hahaha, let's get this over with *cracks knuckles*.

1) I eat really slow. no, you DON'T understand. Recently, we went to Food Choices in Ayala and a dude treated me to a waffle when we were with three other friends. One of them was eating another waffle and the other two were eating steamed rice from Dimsum Break. By the time all of them were finished... I was still nibbling halfway through my waffle. ;____;

2) My fingers aren't straight. If hold them up, you can see that they bend somehow, like they're... preganant. lol. I really DO call them pregnant fingers. They're immoral, pregant after 16 years on earth. hahaha. You have to see them to get what I mean.

3) I'm really uncomfortable with most guys, even if I don't appear to be. It's the effect of being the only child, going to an all-girls school and generally having more women in the family. So most guys have to make an effort to get me to act crazy around them. It's not so bad compared to before though. In elementary, I couldn't look at a guy straight in the eye, even if he was just asking me where the cr was.

4) My friends call me pr0nstar and "physical" for a reason. Most of the time, it's because the things I say have double meanings, although most of the time I don't mean it. But I ride along for the sheer fun of it.

So now my friends have this "physical" dance for me. Whenever I say anything remotely "suggestive", they bust out robotic moves to the tune of "mona's so physical, physical... mona's so physical!"

5) I'm really affectionate when it comes to addressing people, so don't be surprised if suddenly call you dear, love, darling, baby, honey, sweetie pie, etc. or suddenly blurt out "I love you dear!". Yes, even guys. I call a dude honeybunch and he calls me loveydove, but we are definitely not a couple. The downside to this attribute is that some people have doubts about my gender or wonder why the hell I have so many boyfriends. But I'm straight and have no lover in sight. Hahahaha.

6) I attract a slew of odd older men. I can't stand it. Usually guys in their mid 20s. Apparently it's because I don't look, talk or act my age. But it doesn't make sense since I tend to act cutesy when I'm hyper. Which is most of the time. So... what is this... pedophilia?

I know that 6 are only required, but I guess I have to insert that I have a morbid fear of moths. There is no reason behind it, but it haunts me in my dreams and it paralyzes me when I'm trapped in a room with that motionless beast with wings. Go figure, I can't.

So, there you go. Bow. If you don't find me that weird, good for you. There are weirder things about me, but you have to know me to know the full extent of my weirdness. Hahaha.

Sorry, darlings. You know the drill. You don't have to do it if you don't want to though.


and...

because exploring dead and odd accounts is teh awesomeness!


Oh yeah, remember this? [link], that laytseybering video starring pidong the chubby dude, phil the goth guy and nicko the "what the f*ck?" boy? Apparently, it was my friend ~UnderDogOz who edited it. He's my friend's lover, who turns out to be my godbrother and ultimately... pidong's little bro.

Small world, huh?

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~!

Lookit what I found.

Howl's Moving Castle Pt. 1

Watch it, watch it, watch it, mortal! feel like an insignificant dust particle as you shrink before this Hayao Miyazaki masterpiece!

*drools*

Oh yes, where was I?

I shall be uploading pictures of our trip to Bantayan's Kota beach soon. Lovely, lovely place. White sands, clear waters, simply picturesque. And the best part is that it isn't overrun by tourists. You share the seashore with only a couple of local skim kids, fellow travelers and the unaviodable, but fairly harmless, group of koreans (they bathed in sweaters and long sleeved blouses, wow). I mean, really, Bora simply cannot compare.

Ooh, ooh, funny experience:
As my friend, her brother and I were swimming, this guy struck a conversation with us. Because he was basically a stranger, we didn't talk much with him. Clearly he felt that his advances weren't working, so he changed his tactics.

guy: uuuuy, is that your brother?
me: no, it's her brother. *points to friend*
guy: aaaahh... 'cause you see... I'm a fag. *winks and bites lower lip* he's SOOOO hawt.
us: holy-
guy: sooooo cute<3 *bites lower lip again*
us: O__O
guy: ....wahahaha, just kidding, ladies. I'm straight, I swear!
me: ....you're very good at it, y'know. You will forever be a fag in my eyes now.
guy: ...crap.

But the tension was lessened and he joined us as we picked up a few unique shells. He asked more questions, like "what year are you in? (just graduated HS)" "where? (Sacred, Girls)" "Ah, I'm from DB. you know so and so? (yeah)" "what course? (FA)" "what school? (arunno yet)" "so what's your name, miss sky blue bikini? (...Monica)" "Hehe, and where's your boyfriend, Monica? (what boyfriend?)".

What a backwards way of questioning things. Hahaha.

The ironic thing is that the day after we left Bantayan and I was in Metro buying groceries with my parents, I bumped into him. We stood beside each other and even looked at each other in the eyes, but he had this blank expression on. The guy couldn't recognize me with clothes on, for Pete's sake.

There must be something about the salty beach air that plays with the minds of usually sensible young men.

Nah. I just remembered that he ogled at a koreana in a bikini while he played with the shells in my hand. Manyakis. Wahahaha.