Takendowninchicago's Journals

FOB Concert

I won't talk about the one on the 20th cause I was only Gen. Admission that time. ANYWAY, I was the only person out there who knew all the songs they played, even the cover songs. :| I was the only one who was standing up the whole time. I never took my hoodie off. seriously, the only one. XD A lot of people were so pissed at me and called my a jackass but I didn't care. anyway, after the concert, I got to go backstage but sadly FOB wasn't there anymore. But Chicosci, once again, I met them (I met them before already) poor guys were practically booed off the stage. the day after, I got to go to the hotel they were staying in, Discovery, since my dad has an office there and owns half a floor, I was able to wander around. I got to see them but they were already going the the car. :( well, I got to go to the room they stayed in AND I got a necklace of Andy. yes, I have Andy's necklace. :D

Tag

Well, I'm not fond of these stuffies but I'm doing this cause of Pipperet. Yes. there's an 'R' there, I know that. :))

So yeah, I post eight facts about meself. then I tag 8 people- who're supposed to do the same thing. PIPPET TAGGED ME. *sneer*

Fact One:
I've never had a male classmate (except for Kick-boxing) EVER. Seeing as I've always been in an all-girls Catholic school since...nursery.

Fact Two:
I absolutely adore anything fictional. They're like, acceptable lies. You can't hate them, well, I can't. :|

Fact Three:
I'm obsessed with FRIENDS, Grey's Anatomy, Star Wars, Harry Potter and RENT. You can ask me about anything about them. I also have a fondness for Chuck Palahniuk books, Little Women, To Kill A Mocking Bird, anything WWII and anything Japanese

Fact Four:
I can play the drums, guitar, a little of bass, the beat box, a little of the bongos and more various percussion instruments. -I used to take swimming and kick-boxing. -I can also sing, seeing as my music teacher praises me and stuff

Fact Five:
I live in the Philippines. I'm not your typical Filipino, seeing as I'm an 'englisera', meaning I speak English all the time and rarely Tagalog. I'm usually seen as an oddball in our class and at school since I don't really posess those things that make a Filipino, one new girl asked me before if I used to live in the US, so, yeah.

Fact Six:
I have some sort of obsession- I constantly try to steal my friends' stuff (ex. school ID, keys, hair ties) but obviously, they know about it. No, I am not a theif.

Fact Seven:
I think I have undiagnosed ADD, no, seriously, I do.

Fact Eight:
Did you know I love you all? where, there you go. :D oh, an did you realize that all of my facts started with 'I' except this one? >o< cool.

Harry Potter 7 has ceased to amaze me. (Spoilers Inside)

SPOILER WARNING

Alright, well I got HP7 two days ago, waited an hour in line for it- was second in line, thankfully, not much crazed fans here- all we have are those girly skanks and dumb losers, those stupid excuses for evolved apes that pretend they understand the film. psssssh. not complaining though, I got a set of friends. I love them dearly. We all have HP names! :D sad to say, I just met them last year and well- I got the last name, Hagrid. I reject the title as much as I love the man. :| anywho...I was quite disappointed with how the book ended and the events.

To start off;

I hate Tonks. Absolutely do. she just haaaad to meddle in the life of Remus. psh. of all people! REMUS! she just had to fall in love with him and he just had to fall in love with Tonks. gah- *glares at Tonks* she gets herself knocked up with HIS KID! stupid. stupid. stupid. whoooore. Remus regrets marrying her though- serves her right. sucks that he just does that cause he loves Tonks too much. I so loved Remus...and the rest of the Marauders 'cept for physco Peter. now I sort of dislike Remus.

I also imagined the lot to be a lot hotter in the movies. Remus looks like crap. Sirius looks like crap. James looks like crap. Peter looks worse than Michael Jackson before and after...not to mention creepier. I imagined Nymphie a lot prettier too- I loved whoever portrayed Bellatrix though, she was Marla Singer in fight club. :) remind me to get her name. OH! and I absolutely fell in love with the actress that played Luna Lovegood- she plays the part just perfectly. Hermione sucks. Ginny sucks. Cho- the actress is pretty but I still hate the three girls. :| Harry looks like crap. Ron looks like crap. Kingsley's blaaaack! :) yay. I love Seamus' accent. guy who portrays Draco, hot as ever even with the yucky hair style. Teachers were perfect for the part. the Weasley twins cut their hair. :( sad. lets all mourn for the loss of great hair.

Anyway, back to the book, SNAPE DIEEEEES. *dies herself* and he's a good guy! *glares at JK* *mourns* well- the reason is uncanny, and very interesting though, I do have to say, I had it coming. He loooooves Lillers. :| so yeah, that motivated him, since I think in the Marauders era, she always told James to stop bullying Snivelly. *tear* sweet. *cries more* HE'S DEAD!

The ending was absolute crap- funny but still- crap. I hate the fact Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione are still alive. and how Remus' kid didn't just die! yes, they live. Harry and Ginny with three kids, one of which was named, 'Albus Severus' which I find a horrible name. it was all too confusing though. had to reread that part. :|

WellIHateTheEnding,
Rachel

WHOA

FALL OUT BOY

September, 21 2007 at Araneta Coliseum
Not Available , Manila, PH,
Cost :

Tickets on sale July 18th

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! OMFG! THEY'RE COMING! THEY'RE COMING! THEY'RE COMING! Did I mention...THEY'RE COMING?! I think I'm going to die. this will be my first FOB concert. ever.

anyway, haven't been online in a looooong time since I got grounded for breaking the rules at school -er- I sort of got caught cheating. anyway, I also had the long tests. kind of like a pre-periodical exam. my retreat is tomorrow. I'm holy! :D anyway...I'm back. and I'ma bring my camera tomorrow! I'll post pics soon.

Rachel.

[Freebird&&mycrap] Terrible eyes

Freeeeebird. god. life rooooocks. Rachel...is happy. :] Rachel likes talking in third person. Rachel isin love with Grey's Anatomy.

I need new hair. :[ yearbook photos are being taken July or August. craaaap. I need to get it straightened ASAP. my hair has been too wavy for the other photos...pssssh. I'm on the yearbook committee thing. whoopee? anyway, english teacher loves me. I beat the brainiest in our batch by four points in a 30-item science quiz. my egoooo is soooo big. :D anyway, ECA homework? WRITE A POEM. I do that a lot but it seems to me it's a bit harder now. back to Freebird, Adea's been trying to memorize the guitar for it. XD I am so giving you guys a picture of my school uniform soon...:D

Bathe you in bleach
Teach me why glazed magazines are better
Feel my love
You have such a horrendus sight
For lives

WhatDoYouThink?,
Rachel

NEED BASS TEACHER!

okay, well my classmate wants me to join this band she's forming and since the positions I know how to play is already taken, I need halp with bass cause I don't know how. :[ add me on rachel_manalac@yahoo.com if you could somehow help. :]

she said, she said 'Your life's overrated'

I hate my mother. I hate my self for not being able to tell her anything. I hate the world. Everything hates me. My favorite teacher. THE teacher. she was the teacher. she quit last year and visited the school just a few hours ago...and you know what sucks? she was gonna be there 4:20 but my mother wouldn't let me stay. she said I wasn't even sure she was going to be there. but I knew she was. She said traffic was heavy but when we were driving home, there wasn't any traffic. She said I don't even know my teacher well but I did, I knew so much. She said my brother and sister were stressed out from school so we need to go home immediately but my sister wanted to stay late and be with her friends, my brother was asleep in the car and loves to sleep there and I didn't give a fucking fuck about them. I wanted to see my teacher, but she wasn't there yet. I didn't even say goodbye. she's leaving for China soon. I hate China too. they have her. China's lucky. well, this sucks, another depressing story by Rachel? what is she a fucking goth? no, I am not. I just have depressing days. let me wollow in my self-pity and misery. I'm a loner that's afraid to be alone. but I still am. I was never the open type. but here, it's so much better cause I get to share it, people can get to read and give their condolences and I would be happy for that cause I know they're the friends that know me. you guys are there. you guys are here, kind of, with me. Cause I'm a scardy c-cat (I hate cats) and I don't really know how to open up to people in the real world. I hide behind a cardboard picture of me. she kind of looks like this brave, hyper girl that would tell you anything. but when I come out of that, when I'm in that skin, I lie. I'm a liar. I can't tell them everything. I can't tell them anything cause I want them to think I'm fine cause they've had it far worse. they're pressured to study so hard and maintain their grades. my parents don't give a fuck, just as long as I pass with 81+ grades. they never push me to study hard. they never did. then one of them's adopted. the other one has divorced parents and a younger sister that she thinks isn't her sister. doesn't look anything like her. you're better off without my baggage.

-Rachel

Ain't counting my days in hell. I'm just trying to look for something to keep me cool.

okay, before I start everything about my first days in school, I have to ask, have any of you ever been jealous of someone but at the same time want to get to know them? have you...ever wanted them to be jealous of you or at least notice you. have you ever wanted to outshine them? I have. I still am.

First day of school. SUCKED. the week before that, or so, they posted this list in school with the list of your room and classmates. I found everyone in room 3. I found myself in room 5 with...no one. and you know what? when I went to the washroom, I locked myself there and cried. okay. that sounds so, how do you say it? emu. I stopped crying when I realized that. It was graduating year and I want to be with the people I've loved more than my siblings. I've spent time with more than I've spent time with my parents. I arrived at school and people were screaming in the hallway "JESSICAAAAA!" that and some other names, I kept that feeling in me, in me. they looked like freaks. even if they were...the popular-ish kids. we [me and my friends] hung out on the teacher's table out in the hallway. and when the bell rung, I didn't want to leave. but I smiled, waved and left anyway. I headed toward the room where no one knew who I was...all they knew was "Isn't she the one that talks with Adea?" yes, I'm in an all-girl school. there are people here who act like boys. we call them 'tibo's basically, they're lesbians. or bis. whatever floats your boat. Adea was one of them. Bi, I think. all of these tibos are instantly popular. and I'm friends with Adea. basically she thinks she knows rock [her favorite band is MCR and she 'idolizes' Frank] I don't care. I respect her, if she likes them, she likes them. If I think they're not the only band out there, then I'll think to myself.

basically, in the seventh grade, teachers still think you're nursery. they made us stand up and say our names, interests, hobbies and all that crap. fucking bitches. they made me want to cry again. cause I was alone and I had no one in the room to make my weird comments about whatever to. I have no one in the class to laugh when I talk really loud to the teacher to make people laugh. maybe that's my problem. I'm such a loner who's afraid of being alone. guess that's it. well, you know something that made my day worse? we're not allowed to stay in the classroom during break time. recess and lunch, I headed for the gang with Raya in it. and they were all "Hey, the farmers here" like always, I stutter. they laugh at that. then Sirius ['Selina''s her real name] told me that I was annoying and that I should go. do you know how much that just mother fucking hurts? I'm not that close to her cause she isn't the type you'd tell personal or secret stuff to but she was my friend. she was the one I picked to sit beside with in the bus during the feild trip. she picked me too, well was forced to. it hurt more than Steve Irwin's death. it was a sting too. I find myself walking over to Dani after that. her and Zara are always together. but they were with Elise. if you've read the very first part of this journal. she. she's the one I'm jealous of. she's pretty, smart and she's friends with...them. she seems pretty cool too. but...yeah. I can't really say anything. when I saw them, I turned to the one standing next to me in line for getting food. it was Carmy. so I conversed with her and stole glances at the three. and I was from embarassed to jealous to guilty. I didn't listen to Carmy's rants about her siblings. I owe her at least that. I mean, she's like my 'plus one'. I followed Carmy to where she sat. and she was with Isa, just like last year. Isa was like my best friend. but I didn't want to talk to her yet. she was my excuse. she was my not being alone. in my mind I said 'I haven't seen Isa yet' but I did and we ended up having a dull conversation about something so dense.

Second day was the same only it sucked even more cause the teachers sucked. I went inside the school's bathroom and saw it was clean and pretty unlike last year but that's about it. except I saw Zara, who I had a teeny tiny [psh. yeah right. I would interupt her and Dani when they walked and asked Dani about a bunch of stuff and a lot of questions] crush on last school year. I had a Bi phase. I don't care what you call it. fuck you if you hate gay people. HOMOPHOBIA IS GAY. anyway, back to the whatever, I'm sick of it all. my classmates gave me practically everything when we had a group activity. they gossiped and made fun of americans. they're bitches. everything they say is trashed so if you're an american. deal with it. "So, like, your hair, like, is, like, always, like, that, like, like?" if I quoted correctly. that is what they do. they don't know the word oblivious, can't spell the Philippines and can't pronounce potppouri, ignore them. but I really can't. I just can't.

the only thing that's probably keeping me alive is rumors that FOB might come here to the Philippines. and I'm giddy about that subject. not to brag, but with my dad's connections, and my uncles friends with people who own arenas, I might get some special passes. :D hah! if not, I could ask my security guards to converse with some security guys there. :] I'm bringing Hazel to it. so be sad you're not Hazel. :D

Pretending does nothing when you know the truth.

Eh, my school starts two days from now. I don't want to go. Everyone I possibly know is in room 3 while most of the people I hate are in room 5, with me. I think God hates me for not praying as much as I used to and missing mass twice. I'm fucked, I don't want to be in a room with plastic girls for my graduating year. I want to be with my friends, but I can't and wishing's just a waste of time now. Last year we all agreed to be in the Drama Club so I guess I'll see them. I get to have two clubs this year. and I'm still down. I don't want to go, not yet.

Anyway, want to know something? my life sucks. I know most people would tell me I shouldn't say that since I have such a loving family that give me anything I ask for. but that's just the cover page. lets exchange lives and see whose is better. firstly, my father. To begin with him is to try and strech your arms so you could touch the moon. My dad is a person you'd tell people is nice but isn't. he can control you with his money and he does that with my mother. he treats her like shit. My mother, is controlled and can't get out of his grasp, I know before my dad gained this wealth, she wasn't always the pampered princess she is right now. judging from how she treats me, I want to ask her if she ever had a childhood, cause I sure as hell know no one could have been THAT perfect when they were a kid. well since I've told you about my mother might as well move on to my sister. me being the eldest, that would make her the 2nd in command of us children or the middle. I've always been jealous of her, I mean, who wouldn't be? she's smarter, she's thinner, she's better at every fucking thing, except for the fact she has a temper. I guess I could say I like her but I can't really say I love her. then there's the youngest, my brother. all I could say is I dislike him, never really was close to him. I'm not really swayed much but before he was born, I was my dad's favorite, I didn't even care if my mother liked my sister better. I'm a daddy's girl. I guess both of my parents favor him since he's a boy. I mean, they both wanted a girl and a boy then when they finally got one boy, they loved it. especially my dad. he's 10 and he still sleeps in the same bed as my parents and poops in his underwear.

I guess I deserve being ignored, well, in my point of view. I mean, I'm a mother fucking idiot that sneaks out at night. my parent's don't have an ounce to tell their friends what makes them proud of me. I have bad grades, I'm fat, I'm a klutz and I don't have any talents.

well, I need to stop ranting. I just don't know what else to do. besides get ready for school. well. bye.

HIATUS

not that anyone would care or anything, all my stories and crap are on hiatus. so am I, I won't be able to use buzznet for like a week or so. just saying. buuut Zacky and Tammy will be constantly using my buzznet since they don't want to join another 'online community' and they'll just text me on their cells if you guys have a mesg or whatever. :D