Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
First Day Hassle
Guess what? Sobrang stuupppiidd ng load rev process... I HATE it.
Na-dissolve iyong class namin sa swimming which totally came out of nowhere. I expected na maraming magsasabunutan at mapapamura dahil nawalan sila ng slot sa class na yun, pero it turns out na hindi pala. Ayaw pala ng madlang people iyong class na iyon, parang What the eff? Ang ganda nung time, girl pa iyong teacher, bakit why o why ayaw nila?
Sayang tuloy ung victory dance ko after enlistment. :| Hay buhay.
I had to endure the looooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnng line in xavier windo 8. Bwiset. Hindi ko naman kasi kasalanan kung bakit nadissolve iyong PE class ah! bakit ako maglloadrev? tapos after the looooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnng line, pupunta pa ako sa ibat ibang nilalang para humingi ng autograph.GRRR.. Daba daba? Say oo.
"Oo" Me: Buti naman.
Sheesh. okay, I think I sound like a housewife na walang ginawa kundi magcomplain. Okay, imma stop.
On the other hand, Histo 18 was soooooooooooooo FANNY. HAHAHA. We got the coolest prof as in. Big Time. Haha. Sooo Funny. Talaga.[I'm thinking of what he said.] Okay. heres some:
--"You may study for other subjects in my class. That's okay. Anyway, I used to do that to my teachers back then."
--About our group paper: "Please don't submit papers about wrestling, prostitution, pornography. It gets boring after n years of teaching. Well, okay, Pornography isn't boring but... you know? you get me?"
--"...What do you think we do for fun? Huh? We talk about you(students) online. You think we don't have teacher websites? You talk about us online, we talk about you online! Ha! We post our student's paper on the internet, and share it with each other! Hey, look at my student's paper, its so hilarious. Ay, wala yan, look! my student's dumber!" Haha.
That's the fun part, after that came POS, our prof wouldnt look at us! Swear! no kidding and he had the eyes of the slum dog millionaire kid. Grabe.
He kept speaking continuously and kept looking at the floor and at his leftish side. So, tingin naman ako ng tingin dun sa tinitingnan niya, and WALANG TAO DUN!!!! O_O. Ang weird! [but he seems nice though] <--naguilty ako. :D
Na-dissolve iyong class namin sa swimming which totally came out of nowhere. I expected na maraming magsasabunutan at mapapamura dahil nawalan sila ng slot sa class na yun, pero it turns out na hindi pala. Ayaw pala ng madlang people iyong class na iyon, parang What the eff? Ang ganda nung time, girl pa iyong teacher, bakit why o why ayaw nila?
Sayang tuloy ung victory dance ko after enlistment. :| Hay buhay.
I had to endure the looooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnng line in xavier windo 8. Bwiset. Hindi ko naman kasi kasalanan kung bakit nadissolve iyong PE class ah! bakit ako maglloadrev? tapos after the looooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnng line, pupunta pa ako sa ibat ibang nilalang para humingi ng autograph.GRRR.. Daba daba? Say oo.
"Oo" Me: Buti naman.
Sheesh. okay, I think I sound like a housewife na walang ginawa kundi magcomplain. Okay, imma stop.
On the other hand, Histo 18 was soooooooooooooo FANNY. HAHAHA. We got the coolest prof as in. Big Time. Haha. Sooo Funny. Talaga.[I'm thinking of what he said.] Okay. heres some:
--"You may study for other subjects in my class. That's okay. Anyway, I used to do that to my teachers back then."
--About our group paper: "Please don't submit papers about wrestling, prostitution, pornography. It gets boring after n years of teaching. Well, okay, Pornography isn't boring but... you know? you get me?"
--"...What do you think we do for fun? Huh? We talk about you(students) online. You think we don't have teacher websites? You talk about us online, we talk about you online! Ha! We post our student's paper on the internet, and share it with each other! Hey, look at my student's paper, its so hilarious. Ay, wala yan, look! my student's dumber!" Haha.
That's the fun part, after that came POS, our prof wouldnt look at us! Swear! no kidding and he had the eyes of the slum dog millionaire kid. Grabe.
He kept speaking continuously and kept looking at the floor and at his leftish side. So, tingin naman ako ng tingin dun sa tinitingnan niya, and WALANG TAO DUN!!!! O_O. Ang weird! [but he seems nice though] <--naguilty ako. :D
Saturday, November 7, 2009
First time. and it reeaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllly hurts.
Okay, first, imma tell you how my day started.
Woke up with next to severe dysmenorrhea. I think I'm gonna die soon, everytime it comes to that time of the month. Shucks, I wish I really were a guy, coz if I were, Id just be caring about how my hair looks like.
Really hurtful dysmenorrhea, but I had to attend the violations seminar, which I THOUGHT and i was INFORMED that it waws 9-12. but it finished at 1030 AM. These people! Hay, so I was stuck waiting there at the cathouse, sitting there, for hours, until this Blue Babble guy comes, and sits there too. [We didnt talk, FYI., I just mentioned him.] HAHA.
I got bored sitting there, not talking to this Blue Babble guy so, I decided to check out the library. [the library for chrissakes!, that's how cool I am.] HAHA. I though the new one was open, but it wasnt. :( I thought I would be able to christen it with my new flats. :D HAHA. anyhow, I decided to go to the gallery again. [yes, we do, have a gallery!] (The first time is coming up soon)
And then, my dad came.
We went home... I drank sampaguita juice. [thats, for the dysmenorrhea, yeah... I'm cool that way.] HAHA. And fell asleep holding hot compresses on my abs <-- they're really called like that, i dont know any term for them. -__-
Woke up at 3 and prepared to go to *DRUM ROLL* please. The Studio! HAHA.I was late, as always, when Dad is driving. -______- (sigh) when I got there, they werent warming up anymore, they were doing weird stuff I cant pronounce! So, I joined them, and it was FREAKING awesome.
HAHA, so this is how it feels to wait 10 years to dance. :D HAHA.
And, it really hurt, well, not much, I guess, the floaty happiness bubble makes up for it. :D HAHA.
Fin.
Woke up with next to severe dysmenorrhea. I think I'm gonna die soon, everytime it comes to that time of the month. Shucks, I wish I really were a guy, coz if I were, Id just be caring about how my hair looks like.
Really hurtful dysmenorrhea, but I had to attend the violations seminar, which I THOUGHT and i was INFORMED that it waws 9-12. but it finished at 1030 AM. These people! Hay, so I was stuck waiting there at the cathouse, sitting there, for hours, until this Blue Babble guy comes, and sits there too. [We didnt talk, FYI., I just mentioned him.] HAHA.
I got bored sitting there, not talking to this Blue Babble guy so, I decided to check out the library. [the library for chrissakes!, that's how cool I am.] HAHA. I though the new one was open, but it wasnt. :( I thought I would be able to christen it with my new flats. :D HAHA. anyhow, I decided to go to the gallery again. [yes, we do, have a gallery!] (The first time is coming up soon)
And then, my dad came.
We went home... I drank sampaguita juice. [thats, for the dysmenorrhea, yeah... I'm cool that way.] HAHA. And fell asleep holding hot compresses on my abs <-- they're really called like that, i dont know any term for them. -__-
Woke up at 3 and prepared to go to *DRUM ROLL* please. The Studio! HAHA.I was late, as always, when Dad is driving. -______- (sigh) when I got there, they werent warming up anymore, they were doing weird stuff I cant pronounce! So, I joined them, and it was FREAKING awesome.
HAHA, so this is how it feels to wait 10 years to dance. :D HAHA.
And, it really hurt, well, not much, I guess, the floaty happiness bubble makes up for it. :D HAHA.
Fin.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Other people can I write, I can just read
Because, I am lazy, (cue the applause, thank you very much) I decided to not have breakfast until an hour ago and sit by this monster of metal alloys and integrated circuits, known as the desktop computer. I was watching Gossip Girl: In the Realm of Bassness (I hate this show, btw), and planning to watch ANTM until Megavideo decided to cut me off [I have to wait 45 minutes before I resume with my day's major agenda].
So I decided to screen through multiply posts of random people, because I don't have Facebook like normal people do [refer to latest quick note] and I saw this post from a girl I knew back in high school, I'm one batch higher than she is. I so her "people-who-touched-my-heart" list and I can't help but be amused.
Sometimes, I think too much of myself, of my failures and shortcomings, of my wasting my days forgetting that the world exists beyond me. And that, it does not really matter if I die after this word, the world still will continue to exist [apart from certain scientfic theories and theological propositions], BUT at the same time, thinking that the world will never to be the same without me, or everyone of us for that matter.
The people that I hate, I hurt, I loved, and loved me back, their lives will never ever be the same, who they are, will not be the same if they didn't meet me. This happens to everyone. Ourselves so fragile, so vulnerable and yet so strong, ...it just is amazing to think that everything happens because it does period. It ends there, and yet, and yet, sometimes I think too much of my own circumstances.
This girl, I wrote about, she wrote an essay, about her person. And I saw her style, her essay, that same style of writing, of combining unmatched and rythmic words together, was my own style of writing years ago when I started to learn to write. That style, I adapted from the same people she knew after I knew them. But, somehow I forgot how to write through the years, somehow, I began to feel afraid of what words would come out of me. And, maybe Ive given up, maybe now, I can just read.
So I decided to screen through multiply posts of random people, because I don't have Facebook like normal people do [refer to latest quick note] and I saw this post from a girl I knew back in high school, I'm one batch higher than she is. I so her "people-who-touched-my-heart" list and I can't help but be amused.
Sometimes, I think too much of myself, of my failures and shortcomings, of my wasting my days forgetting that the world exists beyond me. And that, it does not really matter if I die after this word, the world still will continue to exist [apart from certain scientfic theories and theological propositions], BUT at the same time, thinking that the world will never to be the same without me, or everyone of us for that matter.
The people that I hate, I hurt, I loved, and loved me back, their lives will never ever be the same, who they are, will not be the same if they didn't meet me. This happens to everyone. Ourselves so fragile, so vulnerable and yet so strong, ...it just is amazing to think that everything happens because it does period. It ends there, and yet, and yet, sometimes I think too much of my own circumstances.
This girl, I wrote about, she wrote an essay, about her person. And I saw her style, her essay, that same style of writing, of combining unmatched and rythmic words together, was my own style of writing years ago when I started to learn to write. That style, I adapted from the same people she knew after I knew them. But, somehow I forgot how to write through the years, somehow, I began to feel afraid of what words would come out of me. And, maybe Ive given up, maybe now, I can just read.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
AJMA Leadership Summit
I just woke up cause I wasnt able to sleep kanina cause we had to come up with a marketing plan. sooo tired, and my feet hurt ( cause i was wearing heels)
Thanks to my groupmates
Les, Kat, Butch, Jed and Anjo, for making the tasks less torturous. HAHA.
To les for not being a very comfy bedmate
and to jed for the ride to and from
Thanks to the project heads for making the overnight .....informativE? HAHA.
We stayed at Casa Pura. The most interesting part of the overnight for me was that there was a party outside of our room, and people were playing club music, and IT WAS JUST SO LOUD!!! At first, it was nice cause it was upbeat and all that, but then after you hear the remix of Bleeding Love ( i know, so retro right?) for the 100th time, it begins to result into a migraine.
Haha.
Well, the people partying eventually ran out of booze, I hope not, cause there was a loooooooong table of it at one side, and they left us in peace ...........at around 2 AM. What are party animals? HAHA.
On a totally different note, I was sooooooooo happy kanina, I was planning to write a kickass blog entry for the summit, and my experience, but then aisis pissed me off, I wasnt able to view my grades. Everytime i click the thingie, it said, Sorry, there are no search results to display blah blah.
the nerve!
So, after sometime, I saw my grades, and now, I just want to stop talking and crawl into a dark place....
Thanks to my groupmates
Les, Kat, Butch, Jed and Anjo, for making the tasks less torturous. HAHA.
To les for not being a very comfy bedmate
and to jed for the ride to and from
Thanks to the project heads for making the overnight .....informativE? HAHA.
We stayed at Casa Pura. The most interesting part of the overnight for me was that there was a party outside of our room, and people were playing club music, and IT WAS JUST SO LOUD!!! At first, it was nice cause it was upbeat and all that, but then after you hear the remix of Bleeding Love ( i know, so retro right?) for the 100th time, it begins to result into a migraine.
Haha.
Well, the people partying eventually ran out of booze, I hope not, cause there was a loooooooong table of it at one side, and they left us in peace ...........at around 2 AM. What are party animals? HAHA.
On a totally different note, I was sooooooooo happy kanina, I was planning to write a kickass blog entry for the summit, and my experience, but then aisis pissed me off, I wasnt able to view my grades. Everytime i click the thingie, it said, Sorry, there are no search results to display blah blah.
the nerve!
So, after sometime, I saw my grades, and now, I just want to stop talking and crawl into a dark place....
Thursday, October 15, 2009
To people who shall never know Accg 20
May I say that you will be missing a lot of pain and misery. By saying so, i am assuming you are all masochists. coz who in the ellipsoid of this world shall ever inflict such horrible horrible endeavor to such self.
Yet, let me add, that you shall never know that motels are located in Pasig and how the government BIRsify them.
And you shall never taste plain vanilla in your long test.
And you shall never ever see pastel orange and blue matched together like it was dressed on crack.
"CASH" [--_____--]
"Ayni"
"Mayni"
HAHAHAHA.
Okay, lemme go back to the dark side:
You shall never experience how insanely tricky your tests are. that when you say operating activities, without "net" it may MEAN, nay, IT MEANS that net income hasnt been added to the operating activities.
You shall never know how the hell notes receivable fits in a journal entry.
And for that, i loathe you people.
Yet, let me add, that you shall never know that motels are located in Pasig and how the government BIRsify them.
And you shall never taste plain vanilla in your long test.
And you shall never ever see pastel orange and blue matched together like it was dressed on crack.
"CASH" [--_____--]
"Ayni"
"Mayni"
HAHAHAHA.
Okay, lemme go back to the dark side:
You shall never experience how insanely tricky your tests are. that when you say operating activities, without "net" it may MEAN, nay, IT MEANS that net income hasnt been added to the operating activities.
You shall never know how the hell notes receivable fits in a journal entry.
And for that, i loathe you people.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
I have to do Sci10 essay.
Where was it? Where the highest point was the lowest?
It was there that we left off. Watching the cursor
blink blink blink
Like your eyelashes batting itself against me oh,
I loved to pluck them out until
Where was it? Where we left off?
The highest point of the hill with the cherry on top
It was a pretty good cherry mind you, impeccably
red
It was there that we left off. Watching the cursor
blink blink blink
Like your eyelashes batting itself against me oh,
I loved to pluck them out until
Where was it? Where we left off?
The highest point of the hill with the cherry on top
It was a pretty good cherry mind you, impeccably
red
Saturday, October 3, 2009
The Kevin Butalon Post
I am running and running and always running
through the rain, always the rain, always the inevitably pouring rain
sometimes, through that freshly poured concrete near that place where people peddle to breathe
but always always through the rain
Well, let's be honest I sometimes stop
But not enough to take notice
So I run again and run and run
And sometimes I love, of course, I love
And always there should be rain because
well, because I want to
And sometimes I lie, of course, I lie
But not more than I love, well, at least,
I'd like to think about it that way
But always I run, and run, and run, and run, and r u n
through the rain, always the rain, always the inevitably pouring rain
sometimes, through that freshly poured concrete near that place where people peddle to breathe
but always always through the rain
Well, let's be honest I sometimes stop
But not enough to take notice
So I run again and run and run
And sometimes I love, of course, I love
And always there should be rain because
well, because I want to
And sometimes I lie, of course, I lie
But not more than I love, well, at least,
I'd like to think about it that way
But always I run, and run, and run, and run, and r u n
The PATTY! Post
Of course there's photoshop
And the insanely photoshopped picture of that band.
And then there's the big big house.
where blood isnt always thicker than water
Then there's the life sized doll, my dad's friend gave me
for my 7th slicing of the cake
Well, of course, you can't miss those designs that have been
on neatly filed clearbooks, Eggplant, Salmon and whatnot
those designs that make you feel like you haven't felt this feeling
those designs on clear cut, (most of the time) short sized bond papers,
and will always be so
And you can never will miss the black eyeliner, sometimes
red, with the streak of blue hair.
But on the other side, chemical formulas and atoms and even smaller
atoms than atoms
and the never ending periodic table and math
caluclations
and those chem books that look like cement blocks, and feel like one too!
Well, but still there's the spraypaint and that canvass of a wall
The apartment that's not bigger than a house
The people who can't fight standing.
The orgs who dont know why I'm there
The course who can't understand why I'm taking it
But of course, you can't never ever miss the photoshop
You could crop and delete and click the magic healing wand whenever
And the insanely photoshopped picture of that band.
And then there's the big big house.
where blood isnt always thicker than water
Then there's the life sized doll, my dad's friend gave me
for my 7th slicing of the cake
Well, of course, you can't miss those designs that have been
on neatly filed clearbooks, Eggplant, Salmon and whatnot
those designs that make you feel like you haven't felt this feeling
those designs on clear cut, (most of the time) short sized bond papers,
and will always be so
And you can never will miss the black eyeliner, sometimes
red, with the streak of blue hair.
But on the other side, chemical formulas and atoms and even smaller
atoms than atoms
and the never ending periodic table and math
caluclations
and those chem books that look like cement blocks, and feel like one too!
Well, but still there's the spraypaint and that canvass of a wall
The apartment that's not bigger than a house
The people who can't fight standing.
The orgs who dont know why I'm there
The course who can't understand why I'm taking it
But of course, you can't never ever miss the photoshop
You could crop and delete and click the magic healing wand whenever
Monday, September 21, 2009
Tolpu
hindi mo kayang abutin iyong dulo
ng sakit na
inuukit mo sa akin
Okay lang iyan,
lilipas din ang lahat. at dadaloy ulit ng kusa
ang mga salita.
Ngunit ngayon,
makukuntento muna
tayo sa paputol
putol na hinagpis,
parang halatang
pinarata na pelikula.
Lilipas din ang lahat.
ng sakit na
inuukit mo sa akin
Okay lang iyan,
lilipas din ang lahat. at dadaloy ulit ng kusa
ang mga salita.
Ngunit ngayon,
makukuntento muna
tayo sa paputol
putol na hinagpis,
parang halatang
pinarata na pelikula.
Lilipas din ang lahat.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
09/09/09
Bakit ako magsusulat ngayon?
Dahil trip ko lang at blog ko 'to. Manigas kayo!
Okay, basagulero ang personality ko today.
But seriously, the reason I feel compelled to write this post is because I just have to have to HAVE to mark this day as a special day, to rival 08/08/08 (may fireworks up in the air ek ek pa kasi noong araw na iyon.)
So,how the hell do I rival that fireworks ek ek, beach crashing day??
MMMmm (xab is thinking, xab is thinking....)
AHA! Sasabihin ko na lang kung ano ginawa ko ngayon! YAY!
Unang remarkable thing na ginawa ko ngayon: Napagalit ko si Choyce, correction-- napainis pala. Ang laki kasi ng bukas ng bibig ko minsan eh.
kitams?
Pangalawang remarkable thing na ginawa ko: Ginawa kong payong ung styrofoam na kasing laki ng pintuan. I mean, (dahil ayokong gamitin ang backspace key), kaming dalawa ni I. Hindi tuloy ako binati nung tao na hindi ko kilala pero alam kong kilala ko siya na palagi akong binabati kanina. siguro, eto iniisip niya. ("Ay, weirdo pala siya, siguro di nya manonotice kung igreet ko siya or hindi.")
Pangatlong remarkable thing na ginawa ko: Actually, eto ung pinakauna, but I'm just too lazy to push the backspace key, so pangtatlo na lang, naganap ito ng 12:00-12:30 AM kaya ngayong araw pa rin iyon. :D: Natapos ko ang PARA KAY B ni Ricky Lee. wait lang, kukunin ko ung libro para iquote.....
At noon na-realize ni Lucas, tapos na siya kay Bessie. At tapos na rin siya sa mga kwento. Pag-uwi ng bahay ay buburahin niya ang file at wala nang makakabasa pa ng mga iyon. Dahil hindi mo puwedeng mahalin ang isang tao nang hindi mo minamahal ang hilaga, silangan, timog at kanluran ng kanyang mga paniniwala. Kapag nagmahal ka'y dapat mong tanggapin bawat letra ng kanyang birth certificate. Kasama na doon ang kanyang libag, utot at bad breath. Pero me limit. Pantay-pantay ang ibinibigay na karapatan sa lahat ng tao upang lumigaya, o masaktan, o magpakagago pero kapag sumara na ang mga pinto, nawasak na ang mga puso, nawala ang mga kaluluwa at ang bilang ay umabot na sa zero, goodbye na.
Pang-apat na remarkable thing na nagawa ko ngayon: Nagbukas ako ng Facebook page! (DAhil ito sa MR and MRS SOM blah blah. No comment.) :D HAHA. At dahil wala pa akong facebook, dahil wala akong tiwala sa sarili ko na matitigilan ko ang mga games games dun, kaya hindi ako nagseset-up ng Facebook. HAHA.
Pang-apat at kalahati (4.5) na remarkable thing na nagawa ko ngayon: Finifill-up ko ung leadership summit form pero hindi ko matapos tapos dahil may tanong na "If you were given 1M,what would you do with it" Explain in 3 lines or less.
4.5 lang yan dahil kalahati yan ng 9, at tinatamad akong maghanap pa ng 4.5 na remarkable na ginawa ko ngayon. Tinatamad ako pilitin ang sarili kong maghanap pa ng 4.5 remarkable thingyies that would rival the 08/08/08. Dahil, hindi talaga eh. :D May fireworks ek ek pa kasi. Hindi iyon supported ng browser ko.
Babye.
Dahil trip ko lang at blog ko 'to. Manigas kayo!
Okay, basagulero ang personality ko today.
But seriously, the reason I feel compelled to write this post is because I just have to have to HAVE to mark this day as a special day, to rival 08/08/08 (may fireworks up in the air ek ek pa kasi noong araw na iyon.)
So,how the hell do I rival that fireworks ek ek, beach crashing day??
MMMmm (xab is thinking, xab is thinking....)
AHA! Sasabihin ko na lang kung ano ginawa ko ngayon! YAY!
Unang remarkable thing na ginawa ko ngayon: Napagalit ko si Choyce, correction-- napainis pala. Ang laki kasi ng bukas ng bibig ko minsan eh.
kitams?
Pangalawang remarkable thing na ginawa ko: Ginawa kong payong ung styrofoam na kasing laki ng pintuan. I mean, (dahil ayokong gamitin ang backspace key), kaming dalawa ni I. Hindi tuloy ako binati nung tao na hindi ko kilala pero alam kong kilala ko siya na palagi akong binabati kanina. siguro, eto iniisip niya. ("Ay, weirdo pala siya, siguro di nya manonotice kung igreet ko siya or hindi.")
Pangatlong remarkable thing na ginawa ko: Actually, eto ung pinakauna, but I'm just too lazy to push the backspace key, so pangtatlo na lang, naganap ito ng 12:00-12:30 AM kaya ngayong araw pa rin iyon. :D: Natapos ko ang PARA KAY B ni Ricky Lee. wait lang, kukunin ko ung libro para iquote.....
At noon na-realize ni Lucas, tapos na siya kay Bessie. At tapos na rin siya sa mga kwento. Pag-uwi ng bahay ay buburahin niya ang file at wala nang makakabasa pa ng mga iyon. Dahil hindi mo puwedeng mahalin ang isang tao nang hindi mo minamahal ang hilaga, silangan, timog at kanluran ng kanyang mga paniniwala. Kapag nagmahal ka'y dapat mong tanggapin bawat letra ng kanyang birth certificate. Kasama na doon ang kanyang libag, utot at bad breath. Pero me limit. Pantay-pantay ang ibinibigay na karapatan sa lahat ng tao upang lumigaya, o masaktan, o magpakagago pero kapag sumara na ang mga pinto, nawasak na ang mga puso, nawala ang mga kaluluwa at ang bilang ay umabot na sa zero, goodbye na.
Pang-apat na remarkable thing na nagawa ko ngayon: Nagbukas ako ng Facebook page! (DAhil ito sa MR and MRS SOM blah blah. No comment.) :D HAHA. At dahil wala pa akong facebook, dahil wala akong tiwala sa sarili ko na matitigilan ko ang mga games games dun, kaya hindi ako nagseset-up ng Facebook. HAHA.
Pang-apat at kalahati (4.5) na remarkable thing na nagawa ko ngayon: Finifill-up ko ung leadership summit form pero hindi ko matapos tapos dahil may tanong na "If you were given 1M,what would you do with it" Explain in 3 lines or less.
4.5 lang yan dahil kalahati yan ng 9, at tinatamad akong maghanap pa ng 4.5 na remarkable na ginawa ko ngayon. Tinatamad ako pilitin ang sarili kong maghanap pa ng 4.5 remarkable thingyies that would rival the 08/08/08. Dahil, hindi talaga eh. :D May fireworks ek ek pa kasi. Hindi iyon supported ng browser ko.
Babye.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Insanely weirdly happy day
This is one of my insanely gorgeously happy days which is very irregularly placed in the Roman calendar. eekk. I clearly have no idea why a no-gooder non-romantic girl like yours truly would have this insanely pleasant day, so let me just rewind and pause on what is gladly called today.
8:00 : I woke up and decided to "wake wake up" AKA drag my heavy butt to the shower at 8:30 just because i can. :D
8:30 : Dragged my heavily laden butt to the shower and duh, showered, and kinda talked to myself for 10 min. just because i can act crazy. Hehe.
8:55 : Changed into my "motherly" clothes and ran to the dining table to stuff calories down my throat.
8:59 : Realized that my "motherly" clothes are a tad bit too showy, so I hurried up and changed in one of my "curtain" clothes. Hehe.
9:00 : Brushed my teeth and heard my dad's angry-come-down-right-here-this-minute-or-I'll-just-disown you honks. :D
9:02 : Grabbed my bag and went out to the a sunny AND cloudy morning.
9:29 : I was at the top of the bridge near gate 1, praying to all saints, and miserably sweating in my "curtain" clothes that I won't be late for the friggin' Sci10 class that starts at 9:29.
9:30 : I was near one of those stupid U-turn slots that MMDA set up just to piss us off. By this time, I've resigned to the fact that I will BE late.
9:33 : Made it in time to learn that we have a quiz. Darn my life. And if it was any consolation, it was a GROUP quiz. :D
10:30 : in my Math 22 class concentrating every last brain cell to finish the very very looooooooonnnnnnnnnng Theo reading AND not get caught. Just because I can.
11:30 : Lunch. There was a very loud voice in my brain that is very hard to ignore which was ranting on why the tuition was so high yet there was no airconditioning and hardly enough space to eat in the caf!
11:54 : Gloriously eating Pork singigang. AND trying to cram the Theo Reading about JOB.
13:10 : Spacing out in Theo.
14:00 : I watched this girl who was ogling on this girl that was wearing a very short printed white halter dress when her PINK, of all colors ungodly!, underwear was peeking through, and she was runnning around. Gash, the era of Paris Hilton has really begun.
14:10 : Started to realize I HAVE a FRENCH long test! while getting my every-other-day dose of unworldy Math care of Michelle. :D
15:10 : Panicking because I have no idea what Je voudrais means and Comment on dit What is your e-mail address on francais?
15:15 : Walking to my French class while remembering the accents in the e's and the o's.
16:00 : I gave up my salvation and probably my chance of an B on my French test.
16:30 : I claimed my NSTP shirt and got reminded how small and thin I am.
16:31 : I saw Joyce and waited at the cathouse with her. She asked me why i didnt finish my hash brown and i said i was too lazy to eat. :D
16:40 : My dad arrived. Went home
17:20 : One of the perks of not living in a subdivision is that you get to see real people. :) I saw this cute little girl counting her change when she bought something in a sari sari store. and I saw this boy trying on his skateboard on the streets. :D
18:30 : I am blogging about an insanely happy day when I have to do a case in accounting cos sir Yu might make it a quiz. Boohoo.
Okay, What I just wrote might not be especially helpful during these times of high levels of stalk-ity, but I wrote anyhow. Just because I can.
8:00 : I woke up and decided to "wake wake up" AKA drag my heavy butt to the shower at 8:30 just because i can. :D
8:30 : Dragged my heavily laden butt to the shower and duh, showered, and kinda talked to myself for 10 min. just because i can act crazy. Hehe.
8:55 : Changed into my "motherly" clothes and ran to the dining table to stuff calories down my throat.
8:59 : Realized that my "motherly" clothes are a tad bit too showy, so I hurried up and changed in one of my "curtain" clothes. Hehe.
9:00 : Brushed my teeth and heard my dad's angry-come-down-right-here-this-minute-or-I'll-just-disown you honks. :D
9:02 : Grabbed my bag and went out to the a sunny AND cloudy morning.
9:29 : I was at the top of the bridge near gate 1, praying to all saints, and miserably sweating in my "curtain" clothes that I won't be late for the friggin' Sci10 class that starts at 9:29.
9:30 : I was near one of those stupid U-turn slots that MMDA set up just to piss us off. By this time, I've resigned to the fact that I will BE late.
9:33 : Made it in time to learn that we have a quiz. Darn my life. And if it was any consolation, it was a GROUP quiz. :D
10:30 : in my Math 22 class concentrating every last brain cell to finish the very very looooooooonnnnnnnnnng Theo reading AND not get caught. Just because I can.
11:30 : Lunch. There was a very loud voice in my brain that is very hard to ignore which was ranting on why the tuition was so high yet there was no airconditioning and hardly enough space to eat in the caf!
11:54 : Gloriously eating Pork singigang. AND trying to cram the Theo Reading about JOB.
13:10 : Spacing out in Theo.
14:00 : I watched this girl who was ogling on this girl that was wearing a very short printed white halter dress when her PINK, of all colors ungodly!, underwear was peeking through, and she was runnning around. Gash, the era of Paris Hilton has really begun.
14:10 : Started to realize I HAVE a FRENCH long test! while getting my every-other-day dose of unworldy Math care of Michelle. :D
15:10 : Panicking because I have no idea what Je voudrais means and Comment on dit What is your e-mail address on francais?
15:15 : Walking to my French class while remembering the accents in the e's and the o's.
16:00 : I gave up my salvation and probably my chance of an B on my French test.
16:30 : I claimed my NSTP shirt and got reminded how small and thin I am.
16:31 : I saw Joyce and waited at the cathouse with her. She asked me why i didnt finish my hash brown and i said i was too lazy to eat. :D
16:40 : My dad arrived. Went home
17:20 : One of the perks of not living in a subdivision is that you get to see real people. :) I saw this cute little girl counting her change when she bought something in a sari sari store. and I saw this boy trying on his skateboard on the streets. :D
18:30 : I am blogging about an insanely happy day when I have to do a case in accounting cos sir Yu might make it a quiz. Boohoo.
Okay, What I just wrote might not be especially helpful during these times of high levels of stalk-ity, but I wrote anyhow. Just because I can.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
READ, People.
Student cycle. :D Stolen from lalaluckyme.
Every New Semester:
After First Week:
After Second Week:
Before the Mid-Term Test:
During the Mid-Term Test:
After the Mid-Term Test: 
Before the Final Exams:
When You Get to Know the Final Exam Schedule:
7 Days Before the Final Exam:
6 Days Before the Final Exam:
5 Days Before the Final Exam:
4 Days Before the Final Exam: 
3 Days Before the Final Exam: 
2 Days Before the Final Exam:
1 Day Before the Final Exam:
The Night Before the Final Exam:
1 Hour Before the Final Exam:
During the Final Exam:
After Walking Out From the Examination Hall:
After the Final Exam, Sembreak:
Monday, February 16, 2009
The Nichelle Apolinario Post
I was recently invited to Nichelle's 18th birthday bash in REDBOX, trinoma.
haha, at humakot ako ng pagkarami raming pagkain...at iced tea. haha. kasi naman, nahawa ako kay *ahem* kim nocomora. XD. tska nagbilliards. un. hehe. [thanks nichelle!!!]
What i said in my message to her...that she's absolutely gorgeous, was true. She didnt believe so, but she really is, but not in the idealistic way the word runs on.
When I met her, she was this lady, even when people around her were girls. She had her hair wavy, and her eyes chinky, her hair is always in place, and her things, always organized. She gave an air of responsibility, of strictness, of plan---and i didnt have any. [haha].
She hangs around with this group of people who were child like in their manners, though, i know, what they carry in their sleeves were beyond the capacity for children. She had this way, with her eyes to make people feel queasy, guilty--perhaps, she doesnt know that. Thus, people see her as mataray, well, she is. But, once you earn her trust, she's quite friendly and patient[imagine being my friend.haha]..
And what else? I could go on and on and on about her. But, I shouldnt fail to mention her devotion to God. She is active in religious orgs when others would avoid it like the plague. Sometimes a perfectionist, sometimes carefree, she is fun to be with and can be as serious as you want her to be.
Sometimes, people fail to see what’s behind the façade of others, they fret about how they are perceived by others so much that when you put them in a tub of water, they will float [that’s a bad thing. Haha], But, Nichelle, which I’m so lucky, with every exaggeration of the word, to be my friend is someone you don’t get to meet everyday, so much lies behind her mataray-ness, and God is so kind to let me find that.
haha, at humakot ako ng pagkarami raming pagkain...at iced tea. haha. kasi naman, nahawa ako kay *ahem* kim nocomora. XD. tska nagbilliards. un. hehe. [thanks nichelle!!!]
What i said in my message to her...that she's absolutely gorgeous, was true. She didnt believe so, but she really is, but not in the idealistic way the word runs on.
When I met her, she was this lady, even when people around her were girls. She had her hair wavy, and her eyes chinky, her hair is always in place, and her things, always organized. She gave an air of responsibility, of strictness, of plan---and i didnt have any. [haha].
She hangs around with this group of people who were child like in their manners, though, i know, what they carry in their sleeves were beyond the capacity for children. She had this way, with her eyes to make people feel queasy, guilty--perhaps, she doesnt know that. Thus, people see her as mataray, well, she is. But, once you earn her trust, she's quite friendly and patient[imagine being my friend.haha]..
And what else? I could go on and on and on about her. But, I shouldnt fail to mention her devotion to God. She is active in religious orgs when others would avoid it like the plague. Sometimes a perfectionist, sometimes carefree, she is fun to be with and can be as serious as you want her to be.
Sometimes, people fail to see what’s behind the façade of others, they fret about how they are perceived by others so much that when you put them in a tub of water, they will float [that’s a bad thing. Haha], But, Nichelle, which I’m so lucky, with every exaggeration of the word, to be my friend is someone you don’t get to meet everyday, so much lies behind her mataray-ness, and God is so kind to let me find that.
HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY. :P
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
The Carlo Pineda Post
on the first day of Christmas.......hAhA. remember this, panda.
He and Vincent used to sing this to me during our lunch time in first year, as soon as he learned that my birthdate is Christmas, they launched into various teasing strategies to make me and Carmen [ehem] laugh. I remember how we used to eat at the canteen, and I was so very, very prim? [back straight, elbows off the table, mouth closed while chewing], oh how i miss acting proper. And, he would make chewing noises everytime I'd chew, and gulping noises everytime I'd drink, so I'd burst out laughing, only that my laugh during those days were very restricted [hand held over mouth tightly], and even that, he'd make fun of.
I think he is the first one to make me laugh during high school. ahaha. and he never ever lost his charm even until graduation. He looks like a panda bear, so cute and huggable, and he wears glasses. He dances very very well too. :D You should see him do the jumping thing cheerleaders like to do.
I remember how he used to scheme (?) aka plot on how to give my GORGEOUS [understatement] bestfriend gifts. haha. :D
I remember how he used to take surveys when he's undecided, and I remember the moon in his blog, and how he likes to post Bob Ong-like posts, and how he's so addicted to movies, and manga. I remember how supportive he is of whatever state of mind I choose to be [serious, crazy, sober, studious].
I remember CARLO PINEDA, studying to be a teacher [understatement], and how I will never forget how he is as a friend [understatement].
He and Vincent used to sing this to me during our lunch time in first year, as soon as he learned that my birthdate is Christmas, they launched into various teasing strategies to make me and Carmen [ehem] laugh. I remember how we used to eat at the canteen, and I was so very, very prim? [back straight, elbows off the table, mouth closed while chewing], oh how i miss acting proper. And, he would make chewing noises everytime I'd chew, and gulping noises everytime I'd drink, so I'd burst out laughing, only that my laugh during those days were very restricted [hand held over mouth tightly], and even that, he'd make fun of.
I think he is the first one to make me laugh during high school. ahaha. and he never ever lost his charm even until graduation. He looks like a panda bear, so cute and huggable, and he wears glasses. He dances very very well too. :D You should see him do the jumping thing cheerleaders like to do.
I remember how he used to scheme (?) aka plot on how to give my GORGEOUS [understatement] bestfriend gifts. haha. :D
I remember how he used to take surveys when he's undecided, and I remember the moon in his blog, and how he likes to post Bob Ong-like posts, and how he's so addicted to movies, and manga. I remember how supportive he is of whatever state of mind I choose to be [serious, crazy, sober, studious].
I remember CARLO PINEDA, studying to be a teacher [understatement], and how I will never forget how he is as a friend [understatement].
The Celine Nicole Palmos Post
Pretty and Sweet.
and Cuddly.
No, she's not a kitten, but she gives off the impression of one. She's always prim and proper--i think that comes from her being a beauty pageant kind of girl, which i could not relate since I am the exact opposite of poise. haha. , and she's always so...innocent--i think that comes from her being sheltered by her strict parents, that which i can relate. double haha.
She always has too many bags for her own good, especially when our so very very understanding principal or whoever changed our school system that we have to transfer rooms. She always carries water, and a comb, and a face towel. :D She has straight her during fourth year, and her skin is white, and she is chinita.
She is MS. MAKATI SMILE [no, celine, i will not forget to mention this.].
I always remember her as this kitten who likes to play around with a ball of yarn, because that is how she is. But, I will never forget how, like a cat, she faces her life. One of the headstrong girls I've ever met, she refuses to succumb to her heart problem, and continues to study in De La Salle University, and serving as SK Chairman in her barangay. I adore her because she always makes kuwento [conyo ba?] how her doctor told her that she needed to undergo surgery during third year, but, still she finished high school without heeding her doctor's advice--amazing, considering how STRESSFUL [understatement] studying in Makati Science is.
So, there, she is as cuddly as a kitten, yet, like a cat, she never lands on her back. :D
and Cuddly.
No, she's not a kitten, but she gives off the impression of one. She's always prim and proper--i think that comes from her being a beauty pageant kind of girl, which i could not relate since I am the exact opposite of poise. haha. , and she's always so...innocent--i think that comes from her being sheltered by her strict parents, that which i can relate. double haha.
She always has too many bags for her own good, especially when our so very very understanding principal or whoever changed our school system that we have to transfer rooms. She always carries water, and a comb, and a face towel. :D She has straight her during fourth year, and her skin is white, and she is chinita.
She is MS. MAKATI SMILE [no, celine, i will not forget to mention this.].
I always remember her as this kitten who likes to play around with a ball of yarn, because that is how she is. But, I will never forget how, like a cat, she faces her life. One of the headstrong girls I've ever met, she refuses to succumb to her heart problem, and continues to study in De La Salle University, and serving as SK Chairman in her barangay. I adore her because she always makes kuwento [conyo ba?] how her doctor told her that she needed to undergo surgery during third year, but, still she finished high school without heeding her doctor's advice--amazing, considering how STRESSFUL [understatement] studying in Makati Science is.
So, there, she is as cuddly as a kitten, yet, like a cat, she never lands on her back. :D
Monday, January 26, 2009
The 5 AM post
There is something different with being awake when everyone else is asleep. The feeling of peace, of knowing that you would be the first one to see the sunrise, the first one to be hit with the morning breeze. The first one.
There is a charm to be the only living soul in the night, of being like a guardian, a case of dismissed fantasy. There is something to this case of being half drunk, half asleep, half high, half low. It is like being in between the light and the dark.
There is a mystery to it, something that only some understand...
There is something beautiful with being blanketed by the soft light of the night and of the dawn, something like blank ether, something to make the muscles relax, to make the ligaments bend, and the bones creak, something to make the breath exhale, and not inhale for a spare of a second.
There is something unique with being alone, it takes away all noise, and music, it takes away all familiarity, but does not call for indifference. There is this gorgeousness to it, it makes everything so far far far away.
I am an incumbent dream, and nothing but it, I might not post this and the time may be off. But I am that piece of something in the middle of the night, drunk with silence, and comforted by the creaks and the blows of the wind. I am that stranger to the familiar bed, that unknown voice that does not speak. I am nothing......just maybe a hallucination of a girl who is stripped down and bared for all to see.
I am nothing, and I watch words pour out, and hear the scrape of the laddle hit the bottom, like the claws of the cat scratching the wall, and see the morning rise up...and i am gone.
There is a charm to be the only living soul in the night, of being like a guardian, a case of dismissed fantasy. There is something to this case of being half drunk, half asleep, half high, half low. It is like being in between the light and the dark.
There is a mystery to it, something that only some understand...
There is something beautiful with being blanketed by the soft light of the night and of the dawn, something like blank ether, something to make the muscles relax, to make the ligaments bend, and the bones creak, something to make the breath exhale, and not inhale for a spare of a second.
There is something unique with being alone, it takes away all noise, and music, it takes away all familiarity, but does not call for indifference. There is this gorgeousness to it, it makes everything so far far far away.
I am an incumbent dream, and nothing but it, I might not post this and the time may be off. But I am that piece of something in the middle of the night, drunk with silence, and comforted by the creaks and the blows of the wind. I am that stranger to the familiar bed, that unknown voice that does not speak. I am nothing......just maybe a hallucination of a girl who is stripped down and bared for all to see.
I am nothing, and I watch words pour out, and hear the scrape of the laddle hit the bottom, like the claws of the cat scratching the wall, and see the morning rise up...and i am gone.
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