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je t'aime

Can you imagine what would happen if we could have any dream? I'd wish this moment was ours to
own it and that it would never leave. Then I would thank that star that made our wish come true.
'Cause he knows that where you are is where I should be too. If this was forever, what could be better?
We already proved it was. We're gonna make everything in our whole world change.
Right here, right now.. I'm looking at you and my heart loves the view... cause you mean everything.
Right here, I'll promise you somehow, that tomorrow can wait for some other day to be.
Right now, there's you and me. Je t'aime, I love you.

biography

I fell in love ♥
18/05/09

Name is never to be given out on internet. Rule set by loving parent. Oh who am I kidding? So yes, my name’s Jeneva. Most call me Jen and I most prefer it that way, thank you very much. Some call me Jenny. My dad calls me Neng. Until now, I never knew how that came about. I have a much much longer name but I'll leave it as it is for the sake of internet safety precautions... but on second thought, not that many people read this crappy blog... at least I don't think so.

Emotional is my middle name. Well, not really, but you know where I’m getting at. I cry at literally anything. Whether it’s happy/sad/sweet/ridiculous/pathetic, yep, I tear up. I seriously don’t know what’s wrong with me. I should get my tearducts checked, shouldn’t I? They’re uncontrollable it’s not even funny.

Sibling is fortunately one and only but that does not mean that she couldn’t be considered an endangered species and taken away, in case one of these days I go psycho, kill her, and then she becomes lost to the world. If I had 3 words to describe her: violent, rowdy, noisy. Mind you, she’s only 7. Keywords are ‘she’ and ‘7’.

Music is something I love. Of course, who doesn't? I'm not the kind who listens to anything, everything though I must admit. I cannot stand rock/hip-hop. Well, if it's John Mayer-esque rock, I'd love it. But if it's AC/DC-esque rock, I'd probably don't. Yeah, I'm picky. Being in my church choir, of course I love gospel music. Pop, Soul/Blues... yup. I think my dad plays a huge part in how I came about liking only those genre of music. The fact that I grew up in a Filipino community where we consider soprano-type voices fan-flippin-tastic doesn't help either.

TV is one thing I never have time for. If I'm lucky I may be able to watch a few shows a week. Other than that, I basically don't watch it. I know it exists. It just doesn't exist in the places I want it too. For me, it has always been the internet. Seriously, I cannot go a day without switching my computer on. I guess my so-called addiction on graphic design doesn’t help. Neither does knowing that there are awesome people waiting for me at Archuletafans.com, Team Archie and ZF. Besides, without the internet, how the heck could I act all Mission Impossible (in this case, possible) and find juicy stuff regarding Zac and Vanessa's relationship? Cyeah, I thought so.

Actors are people I have total respect for. I honestly can't imagine having a camera shoved in my face while I'm trying to do something that everyone else does. Besides, some of them are so good it’s just amazing to me that they can revert back to being normal people when they're roles are all over. I don’t know, being an actor is just not my forte. It’s funny how people say I could be an actress. After reading this paragraph, think again.

I find fan-girling insanely embarrassing but that hasn't stopped me yet. That's about it. True, my opinion about fan-girling isn't much of a clincher but hey, no one actually reads this part.

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i'm wishing...

to see you again.
for a Singapore vacation.
for that dress in Just G.
~~for that striped shirt + vest in Just G.~~
~~to meet David Archuleta.~~
~~for a Build-A-Bear bear.~~ Thank you so much Kyle for Jr. ♥
for that "Shield of Faith" necklace.
for John Mayer's guitar string bracelet.
for John Mayer's Delux "Continuum".
~~for John Mayer's "Room For Squares" album.~~
~~for John Mayer "Where The Light Is - Live in LA" DVD/CD.~~
for the "High School Musical 3" album.
~~for the "High School Musical 3" DVD.~~
~~for a proper iPhone case.~~
~~for a laptop/Tablet PC.~~
~~for a docking system for my iPhone.~~
for that "Live In Love" leather bracelet.
~~for that locker-type case to keep my albums.~~
~~for new jeans.~~

Saturday, August 1, 2009, 10:47 PM

"engagement game" blues

This project's giving me a headache. What school comes up with this kind of things? Oh right, mine. First off, the requirements are... pretty out there (egg in a basket, engagement rings..?). Secondly, I'm forced to 'marry' someone I barely know, so yeah, it's a little awkward. Thirdly, my apparent husband wants to name our son Cloud Edward. Two things: Edward reminds me of Twilight and who would want to name their son Cloud?

Forgive me, this post's gonna be full of rants. Bear with me.

At first I was all "Hey.. cool project!" before I saw all the requirements. There are soooo many, it's making my life so hard, literally. With my workload, millions of quizzes, it's hard to keep up. *insert whines here* I seriously thought the worst must-have is the Marriage Contract application form cause you'd have to get it from the City Hall. But no.. it gets worse. They want us to interview an OB Gyne and a Pediatrician for guides to my 'pregnancy'. God, I don't even want to be a mother this early... haha. And I don't think the school realizes how much it costs for an appointment, worse, only to just interview them. The school's a money-taking machine! My dad says so too! They find every single reason for us to pay for stuff. Like the orientation. We paid like $100 and we don't even know why.. my teachers are the one who teaches us and not other foreign trainers, there aren't any new materials bought, still the same old Montessori Materials. Ugh.

Anyways... in short, we have to plan everything that happens from the point where a couple gets married. Yes, honeymoon included lol. In our scrapbook, there has to be a story of how we met and 'fell in love', wedding arrangements, honeymoon arrangements, a journal on what happened with my pregnancy... you name it, it's there. About the egg-in-a-basket, that basically represents an egg in the womb, and we girls have to carry it around with us wherever we go. And when I finally 'give birth', I would replace that egg with a baby doll.. all the while wearing an engagement ring my husband gave me.

You know what? I'd scan that game guidelines paper and show it to all of you, and see if you can take it haha.

xoxo