California, california!

This summer vacation is supposed to be a good idea. So why, why, why am I stuck in my uncle's cozy estate with nothing to do but scarf down packets of m&m's and be online 24/7. Getting stuck in front of the pc is starting to give me a migraine.

Today, I got the hang of being the babysitter to 6 month old Caitlin. She is such an angel when she doesn't scream at my ears. I've been carrying her every once in a while, whenever I'm actually of the computer. Trivia on IRC, #asiana can get pretty addictive. Earlier, I've had some strangest conversations with the weirdest people online. Here's a recap of some of my interesting convos:

cool`dud: hi
me: don't ask for my asl because it's boring
cool`dud: oh k. have pic?
cool`dud: friendster?
me: no. i do not have friendster (liar, hahah) i don't show my pics online for public consumption/corruption
cool`dud: ah i see
cool`dud: taray...
me: yeah you got that right
me: see yea

[no such nick]

Well, it's not that interesting as I am being sarcastic all the time. What is up with the ASL/Have pic?? It's just too damn annoying. Why can't two people just have a plain darn interesting conversation then exchange contact numbers afterwards. I mean that just spoils the whole thing if you guys would just exchange numbers in the first place. Some people, excluding me, probably just want to do it for the heck of it. Hahah, like Britney's shotgun wedding. Hehehe. Or sometimes when I just can't recall the person I'm chatting with, I tell him I have STML...Short term memory loss. I just get the kick out of that one...hehehe

Did i mention that somewhere on the other side of the planet, some guy thinks I'm a Jew for the reason that I actually sound like one? Duh. I mentioned and told him that Larry King was a Jew. Now he's claiming that I sound like him. Go figure. So much for IRC

I fell on the showers today leaving my left knee throbbing with pain as I've gotten a prune-like bruise on my left thigh. I swear, I am not taking a bath ever...heheh. I can't walk properly now and I'm hobbling my way to the computer. Well, at least I'm not in crutches.

Veejay is bugging me again...heheh, I wouldn't mind talking on the phone with an old pal, but everytime I answer the phone I hear the words 'loser' and ' i do not care' all the time.. Well, since I love to piss people of as much as he did, I would talk to him and say stupid things. He teases me a lot. Sometimes, it annoyed me. Hell, it's all good. I've gotta sleep now. I've had seven hours of sleep the whole day and I think I'm getting cranky.

This is so not my day. Damn.

She will definitely be loved

She Will Be Loved Lyrics by Maroon 05


Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else

I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get insecure
It doesn't matter anymore

It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved

I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls

Nothing, really

I haven't been updating a lot. No, not busy. Just lacking resources...like a computer...hehehe. Damn. I'm going to L.A. this Friday. Coolness :) :)

2004

Loved this song back in highschool, me and my bestfriend used to joke about it as the 'sex' song in American Pie. This is really nice and yes, it made me cry. I'm no longer in my Carrie Bradshaw-ish voice now. It's 2004. Time to get high..time to stay real....

Oh yea...Incubus is comin'..can't wait!!

Good Morning Baby by Bic Runga and Dan Wilson of Semisonic

Between an overload of information
And a striving for a pure dedication I
Find myself looking for the exit sign
See your pretty face in the sunshine
In the morning after staying up all night I
Want to wake you just to hear you
Tell me it's alright
And all I want to be is too much
Sometimes for me
Good morning baby
I hope I'm gonna make it through another day
Good morning baby
I hope I'm gonna make it through another day
See the stars and all the planets
Fly the great wide world and have it all
Yeah better get a ticket better get in line
I'm praying now for beautiful weather
Take a car and drive forever but I'm
Only ever sitting at the traffic light
And all the world to see is too much
Sometimes for me
Good morning baby
I hope I'm gonna make it through another day
Good morning baby
I hope we're gonna make it through another day
(And when you rise)
And when you rise you'll find me here
(Open your eyes)
And see myself reflected there
(And for awhile)
A little room becomes an everywhere

I wish I were fearless. I don't have to crawl under the covers at night or ignore people who are ranting obnoxiously. But then again, I'd feel bad if I bloodied a nose of some idiot who'd think I'm the biggest loser in the entire planet. Just a thought.

How come you don't have a boyfriend, Nicole?
Nicole Maramo's fast track answers to that sarcastic-toned line. Think fast!

1. The Arrogant Approach
"Boyfriend? I don't date boys. I date men."

2. The "I love my independence" Approach

"All men I date keep asking me to marry them and I'm just not ready to commit."

3. The Confident Approach
"I'm already engaged to someone. Only he doesn't know it yet."

4. The "I've watched too many gangster movies Approach
"Why don't I have a boyfriend? Why don't you have a life? Haven't you
got anything better to do with your time than to ask me stupid
questions? Now get out of my face before I really lose my temper."

5. The Clueless Approach
"A boyfriend? Omigod, Is that like a Girl Scout??"

6. The "danger-lover" Approach
"I only like dating cold-blooded criminals and all the best ones are
behind bars."

7. The Flirtatious Approach
"I don't have a boyfriend because I'm saving myself for you." *okay this does not work for me*

8. The Wounded Approach
"Stare off sadly into the distance with teary eyes; feign a lump in your
throat and say, "I did love someone once . . ."
(This will embarrass the questioner, who will then leave you alone.)

9. The Mysterious Approach
Lower your voice to whisper and say, "I'm romantically involved with a
very important person and our relationship is top-secret. If I told you
who he was, something terrible might happen to me."
(This will worry the questioner who will then leave you alone.)

10. The Lunatic Approach
Begin to laugh hysterically, stop suddenly and then stare directly at
the questioner while saying nothing. (This will frighten the questioner
who will not only leave you alone, he or she will never speak to you
again.)

My approach, I'd rather get a dog than be painstakingly sweet, I'd rather drive my car than hail a cab with him, I'd rather read a book than spend my time with a guy who would rip my heart out and place it in a doggy bag. Hehehe, call me a meanie, but boyfriends are a waste of time.

Millions of girls are sooooo into the, 'honeysweetiescooterpiemarshmallowswithsugarontop kinda love', well you know what? That sucks. Oh sure, I'd openly receive comments and cat calls from you ego-bruised men who would prolly judge and condemn me, rather than to get to know me. I don't care. I'm not a wannabe and I'm definitely not anti-male. So be shaken, not stirred.

Where is my mind? Maybe elsewhere- or just floating nearby. I'm currently intoxicated and still hearing the familiar riffs of 'Mariposa' by Sugarfree played live. Last night has got to be the best night ever. John, Angel, Ian and I decked out in our normal and most human clothes ever, were at the NuRock Awards. I never was a rocker. Or at least I pretended to be one, just by swaying my hips and jumping up and down. Rico Blanco rocks! Well, everybody rocks. heheh. So, where exactly is my mind? Going..going, gone.

Currently reading: Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom. An old man, a young man and life's greatest lesson. It's all good. Blog later- have to catch my next class...

Nicole's friendster profile....

Nicole, people call her Nicky; a soon-to-be-
eighteen, delusional, quirky,enigmatic 17 year old; 5 feet
six;
large brown
eyes; with tangled, lemon scented hair; eldest among four
brothers; only girl; unica ija of my dad; just your
average teenager; plain jane;
eccentric; weird; sarcastic; happy-go-lucky; cynical;
opinionated; straightforward; I’ll-tell-you-if-i-don’t-
like-
you type of girl; could be perky when you tell her; too
aesthetic; religious by nature; typical gung-ho person;
natural born procrastinator; funny when pissed; have very
intense moodswings; aspiring web designer; thinks she’s
supergirl; t.v. and internet junkie; has the ability to
drive you insane; thinks that Tibet should be freed;
believes that being talented takes whole a lot of skill;
loves hot fudge sundaes; loves the
color
pink; ‘taray’ streaked; could live with burger king and
lots of fries; rants whenever she feels like it; just
another face in the crowd; a constant daydreamer; hates
being the center of attention; perfectionist; likes rainy
days; feels overwhelmed when some anonymous admirer sends
her orange flowers; pissed when people misspell
her name; hates people who say things that don’t make
sense; forgives people for no apparent reason ( well, the
guy thwacked you in the back); says ‘uh-huh’ and ‘no way!’
all the time; has very vivid
imagination; reads
paperbacks; wishes she were fearless; prefers to be locked
up in her room; tries on a million different clothes
before
she wears them- ends up picking the ugliest clothes ever;
hates everything she owns; hates the word ‘fisticuffs’,
had
a best friend; nothing special; jumps up and down when
happy; happy with her friends, online and offline; happy
with life

umm, what else? u decide...


needs extensive rewrite. i feel that i am vain....

Adrian is a loser. Adrian has got no sense of humor. Adrian laughs like a hyena. Adrian..umm, okay. This sucks. I've got nothing to write. No, subject matter to discuss folks. I'm just mad. Mad at the world for letting me stay here, mad at my seatmate in sociology. I don't have a seatmate. Mad, at every pathetic loser who come up to me every single day, not knowing I am mad. Okay, I've got nothing more to ramble about. Maybe, I'll just get a latte and everything will eventually be okay.

Adrian is still a loser.

hmmm...128 friends on the friendster list. not bad. the question is, do i know them know them. some. i guess it's just mean not to add people that ask, right? sigh. here i am, on a given sunday, being a bum, in front of a pc. granted, i still feel like i do not have a life or something to smile about.

sigh. there's nothing much to kwento...get me a venti frapp and i'll be hyperly induce you with my endless psychobabble. get me a bacardi, i'll prolly end up telling you my life's sob story. that's me. upfront and real.

so, here i am, back at school. back at the droning room. i've got no classes this afternoon so i've taken this time and opportunity to answer these dumb surveys on my friendster bulletin board. yea, if they're so dumb, why answer them. simple. because i'm bored and i've got nothing else to do so there...granted i have lots of major nursing subjects, i can't even go to the beach! daym! life just really sucks. bigtime.


Message: LAYER 0NE:
-- Name: Nicole Aleja Reyes Maramo
-- Birth date: September 21,1986
-- Birthplace: philippines
-- Current Location: manila
-- Eye Color: brown
-- Hair Color: black
-- Righty or Lefty: lefty
-- Zodiac Sign: virgo

LAYER TWO:
-- The shoes you wore today: somethin' else
(school shoes)
-- Your weakness: beach, i'd die if i'd go to the
beach
-- Your fears: sadako..heheh..dorm ghosts/'the
incubus'
-- Your perfect pizza: losta cheese and pepperoni

LAYER THREE:
-- Your thoughts first waking up: *school* *ugh*
-- Your best physical feature: lips..daw..
-- Your bedtime: 12am. insomniac
-- Your most missed memory: summertime in
abudhabi. christmastime in abu dhabi. back to
school in abudhabi...everything about abudhabi
(city near dubai..not to be confused with
saudi/ksa)

LAYER FOUR:
-- In love?: uhuh

LAYER FIVE:
-- Smoke: umm...sorta
-- Sing: in the showers..
-- Take a shower everyday: lotsa times
-- Have a crush: a million
-- Do you think you've been in love: just once
-- want to go to college: yea..somewhere else

-- Like(d) high school: totally
-- Want to get married: depends..don't we all?
-- Believe in yourself: sometimes.
-- Get motion sickness: never
-- Think you're attractive: no
-- Think youre a health freak? sometimes
-- get along with your parent(s): sometimes..hehe
-- Like thunderstorms: like music to my ears..i
love the rain. :)
-- Play an instrument: i play the 'kahon'..haha
joke..guitar, piano..noseflute..heheh..i wanna
play the sax..

LAYER SIX:
In the past month...
-- drank alcohol: yea
-- Smoked: uhuh
-- Done a drug: no
-- Made Out: lips are sealed. no. haha.
-- Gone on a date: yea
- Gone to the mall? duh.
-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Yea! dipped them
all in crumpy
-- Eaten sushi: uhuh
-- Been on stage: yea. that higher platform in
the classroom
-- Been dumped: nada
-- Gone skating: no

LAYER SEVEN:

Ever...
-- Played a game that required removal of
clothing: yea. i think. b4..heheh.
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: i think
so. can't remember
-- been caught "doing something": hahaha..it
depends..
-- Been called a tease: next question.
-- Gotten beaten up: nah
-- Shoplifted: no
-- Changed who you were to fit in: nope.never.
i'm a bum and will always be one..

LAYER EIGHT:
-- Age you hope to be married: 23
-- Numbers and Names of Children: 5 or 6
gaia, martin, farrah or some exotic, name..
-- Describe your Dream Wedding: wedding on the
beach
-- How do you want to die: stupid question. next.
-- Where do you want to go to college: harvard
school of law or UCLA
-- What do you want to be when you grow
up: *sings* i wanna be a supamodel..heheh..nah..i
want to be a flight attendant..:)

LAYER NINE:
In a guy/girl..
-- Best eye color? blue/green...whatever
-- Best hair color? blonde/black
-- Short or long hair: short.clean
-- Height: 6 flat.
-- Best weight: any.
-- Best articles of clothing: oxford shirts
-- Best first date location: beach
-- best first kiss location: neck. joke..no idea

LAYER TEN:
-- # of drugs taken illegally: nada. you wish i
did.
-- # of people I could trust with my life: 500
-- # of CDs that I own: 10 (best cds)
-- # of tattoos: nada.nil.
-- # of things in my past that I regret: a million
-- # of cigarettes you smoke in a day: ....
-- # of times you get horny in a day: :z

I am a sad friendster person.I am just as sad as your are...fine, ignore me..
This is sooo not the day to rant....

Why oh why is everyone addicted to friendster? They might as well call it 'stalkster' because of the people actually wanting to know who's who and whichever. The idea there is to collect friends, not make them. Sigh. I know I'm being a hypocrite, but then again, I don't think having a lot of friends in my friendster list will make me feel accomplished. Granted, I'm still a loser. I am currently hooked up to it because of my friends forcing me to make a really touchy, hallmark card-ish testimonials for them..hehehe, you know who you are ;) I've been spending countless hours sitting in a net cafe for this. Double sigh. I know I'm not making sense these days, as always.

Since I'm in my Carrie Bradshaw mood, I'd spill on the 'stimultating' details of my life, in the city. Minus the sex. I am currently contemplating on which book to read and what to have for dinner. Honestly, RP is starting to bore me. Ugh. I'd probably order Chinese in a while. At least pigging out later won't make my weekend so bad. There's more to life than friendster. Believe me, once you get caught up, there's no one stopping you.

Ha, New blog. For my alter ego. She wishes to express herself. Intellectuals, beware. It's a bizarre rollercoaster of emotions engulfing her. Lol. Liyam told me I like to refer to myself as the third person. Haha, so true. Like Tarzan. Nicole wants to eat. Nicole wishes she can kick ass. Nicole will end up reading a 500 page novel the whole night. Yada,yada,yada. Nicole will be a lazy bum for the rest of the sem break. Scratch that, a lazy beach bum. There. I said it.




www.geekgirlgoddess.blogspot.com

Back. Yes, still alive but not kicking. Being seventeen doesn't make me feel old. Wouldn't it be much cooler if I had gotten a driver's license and a car. Sigh. The world would be a better place to live in if Nicole Maramo had a car...and some gas money. I have to be patient. Gah.

I feel sick, I look sick and I am sick... Our semestral break is finally here. After all those intensive nights of cramming in the study hall with an 'incubus' around bothering you at 3 in the morning. Well, almost, because we were all forced to attent this stupid CPR and First Aid training for 5 goddamn days. Can be pretty nerve-racking. That's a day in a life of a pre-med student for you. With any luck, I might make it to our capping. *Drums fingers* I'm getting this awful migraine. Well, given any day these past few weeks, I feel seriously stressed-out and tired. Maybe now is the perfect time time to unwind...I'll probably crash at Angel's house and watch Bush's Air Force One land on T.V...I swear, CNN can be pretty addictive with couch potatoes like me...

I've got a great idea..why not demote my status from being a couch potato to a beach bum..Boracay, anyone?

I'm going on hiatus. Can't exactly blog what's on my mind anymore. For once, in my life, I've got nothing to say. Maybe it kind of provokes the conflicts that's going through my head. I don't know what to believe anymore. Maybe that's one of life's greatest mysteries. (-Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist) That's all for now folks. Adios

;,(

It's raining hard again.Here I am stuck in the net cafe, with Donna, my room mate. Both of us are hella bored out of our minds, so we'd rather be stuck here playing trivia in #Asiana...I am such a geek.

You know people could never actually get bored with IRC- when there's trivia. Except for the fact that the IRC users who always but the hell out of you with their usual lame pick-up lines like 'hav pic?' or 'wats ur vitals stats?'...Err, what the hell, does he even speak English?? Talk about pathetic.

But honestly speaking, the keyboards here really suck and the pc is too slow. Sigh. What's more worse is, okay so as I was sitting here in this crammed booth, I accidentally bumped into my Logic professor Mr. Vega, who was actually sitting right next to me. Our funny professor, whom we stayed up late for (cramming for our midterms) as he appeared on tv show Debate as one of the panelists. Uncanny, Isn't it? I tried so hard not to gawk, cuz' he gave me a fair 92 on my Midterm average. Not bad, considering I thought I'd actually flunk his subjects. Memorizing facts and fallacies, with the Argument ad hominems and all. They just make me go beserk. What was my immediate reaction when I saw my Logic professor on the next booth? Nothing. Can't see, can't hear. Just mumbling like an idiot until he recognized me as one of his super annoying students. I have this habit of sort of pissing of my teachers and asking them politically incorrect questions drawing them into an argument. Now, that's logic.

Back to my daily ranting. They're actualy playing sentimental songs here- in an internet cafe. Sheesh. I was with Adrian last night and he told me he was leaving. Nothing more to rant in my part coz' he's leaving on Monday anyway. Let's be more realistic. Oh well, two more weeks till my birthday....I prolly will end up staying in the dorm and sleep through the whole month of September....I wish

On the lighter side of things, my weekend isn't THAT bad as I expected it to be. Not at all. While escaping from my 'loserness' and 'geekdom', I managed to find time to hang-out at Thess's house and we didn't sleep 'till 10 in the morning. It was me, myself (counted as two including my politically incorrect, hyper-active, caffeine induced alter ego, and my diabolical, egocentric, evil self..heheheh) Sharon, Thess and Ian. All we did was fool around and talk all dayyy. Gab, gab,gab..yada, yada, yada.

We watched 2 Fast and 2 Furious, the B-rated sequel to Vin Diesel's blockbuster, which wasn't bad because the chase scenes were all over the place. Too bad Vin Diesel wasn't there anymore but then again Paul Walker is pretty okay. I'm not into the 'praising-celebrity-gods' kind of thing. And I'm definitely one of those girls who actually have posters of hunk celebrities, which I find so hard to understand. I like fast cars. Lol. 'A View from the Top' was pretty funny the second time around. Watched it again with my girlfriends. It's really nice to unwind and relax after a mind-blowing series of my midterm exams. What more could we girls want than to enjoy a movie-marathon of chick flicks. Gwyneth's flick. Alex and Emma. Sigh. I am exhausted from watching way too many movies. I didn't get much sleep. *Yawns* Bad vibes! lol.

Oh yeah, my mom and dad called. As always, asking where I am, the works. god, I miss them. My mom's prolly gonna be home on October anyway, no need to fuss over it. She won't be here for my birthday though. Double sigh.

Well, at least today I have something to rant about granted I still do not own a pc.

My week has been HELL, nuff said. I have been through a whole lot these passed few days. First, my grades, which are sorta ok, but they're not that high though, nothing much to expect from doofus li'l ol me who always procrastinates given a chance to cram. I'm adding up to the sum total of the population of the Paulinian freshmen, who whine and gloat about my 86s any given day. I am not grade-conscious..well, sometimes.

Then, there's Mr. Oh-my-god-I'm-so-into-my-girlfriend, who nearly gave me a cause to nearly drop dead on the floor. Well, it could happen to anyone, right? Doesnt change the known fact that I'm still a loser and boyfriendless. Maybe I'm just overreacting.

Problem no. 3 is making a detour to the worse possible classroom mayhem ever! Now I know how Gloria feels. It's so goddamn hard being the leader but WTF..I'm just doing my friggin' job for crying out loud! Some of my pathetic classmates have attitude problems. They complain about my job, as if they're responsible enough. I wish I had a brain... Besides, they can't impeach me, I'm popular..bwahahaha. *sigh* I guess a lot of people hate me now. :s

Hmm...Niki's not blogging. I wonder what she's been up to.... At least she manages to be perky and happy and all. While a lot of us are minding our own businesses, sipping our mocha frappuccino's at SBC, living our daily friggin' lives, I'm here, in school, and it's almost the weekend. I've got no classes tomorrow and I'm ready to sulk all weekend.

That's it. I'm done ranting. You people can shoot me now.

One-liners

Omg, 'View From the Top' is soooo goddamn funny...hahaha Gwyneth Palthrow is so uber-cool!

Mike Myers: You put the wrong em-PHA-sis on the wrong syl-LA-ble.

Gwyneth: You're breaking up with me... in a birthday card?
Boyfriend: Well, they don't make "breaking-up" cards.

Eventually, after calming down, with huuuge amounts of coffee, I'm gonna be okay.

Why oh why am I soooo not in a good mood....:( I'm really in for some vile, sad awakenings- I realize that blogs, are meant for losers like me, me, and a bunch of other losers like me. No, scratch that, blogs are for people who just want their thoughts to be heard. Tangina talaga! Yea, go on, arrest me. But when people actually are pissed, they say things they SO DO NOT want to say. Here I am contemplating on the thoughts that are whirring in my head. I know they're all sorta mixed up. Scatter. regroup. scatter. regroup. I just hope that some fucked up lunatic will break down the door and shoot me in the head. The Lady doth protest, methinks. As if Shakespeare could do anything about it...go figure.

It's just that I am not used to getting what I want. Life is soooo unfair....Waiting in vain would prolly let my heart end up in a doggy bag...