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December 28, 2007 4:39 pm, my rooooom the black parade, Canon (rock version), sugar we’re goin down
(see my friendster for the pictures ^_^)
We finally went swimming yesterday. ^_^. Anlameeeeeeeeeg. It was sunny when we started, and then it started to rain. Coolness. We moved to the kiddie pool when it stopped raining. Hmm. I liked the swimming while raining part. (1st time ee.) Weird yung iba naming pictures. Ahaha. Bakit parang… xD shame.
It was fun being with Francine and Chris. ahaha. We went to SM City Manila after (another 1st for me ^_^) where we danced at Quantum then window-shopped. Then there was dinner, and a mad dash to the bus home. Naku, it’s a very good thing none of us got roadkilled on that last part. And I’m grateful they got me on that bus. Wooh.
[Guess who’s blockhead and tomato and the second banana.:]
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| Second Sem = Toxic Heaven |
[24 Dec 2007|01:23am] |
Well, second sem has been even more fun than the first. Haha. It’s by far more toxic, but I manage. (I think.) ^_^. I still am not dorming. I don’t want to… I’m not ready. I like going to my own house at night and not having to worry about stuff like laundry, ironing, food and stuff. Besides, I don’t have a curfew. Haha. Not like I have a night life but still… there’s freedom. ^_^. And I can basically wear what I want. I like having my own room too. I can listen to my kind of music (which some people think is noise but it’s not) as loud as I want to. And I can hide from the world when I feel like crying my eyes out or something. That I can’t do with roommates around. Plus, I’m usually slow in the mornings. I get up and out of bed mga 30 minutes after the alarm starts ringing. Hay.Anywho, back to second sem…
CHEM14: “The beginning of the end, the birth of our insanity, awoo…”
It’s hard. And it’s not my fault I find it difficult to listen to my prof. She’s okay naman, pero I just don’t find the subatomic world fun. It’s not fun at all. So when she starts to lecture my mind just shuts down and wooooosh. Tapos na ang class? Talaga? *sigh * Usually I just write lecture notes mindlessly and I study them when I have time. I wish we had a math subject instead because all it takes is a little skill and practice. Chem is much more complicated and yeah, a lot more boring. I can’t figure how to apply orbitals and hybridization with my life. Even in the future, as a speech pathologist, parang…aanhin ku ba ang chem?
CHEM 14.1 : *evil laugh *
I might not like chem14, but chemistry lab is my idea of a science subject. Even if it’s scheduled at 7am. I am the evil lab partner and Sarah is the… well, she’s nicer than me. Haha. But together we almost blew the laboratory up!! Hahahahaha!! Our prof wasn’t there eh. For our first (and the only one so far) experiment, we had to combine some mixture of magnesium and thingums to boiling water and coloring thingums. Hahaha. I don’t really care much about the technicalities, basta I’m the one who mixes and boils stuff. Sarah is the one who makes sure we do the experiment as accurately as possible. I think she should have been named Patience. ^_^. Our prof is fine. Hehehehe. He talks fast and writes a lot of things he expects you to know already. But our Advanced Chem teacher in high school was pretty much the same so I’m used to his fast tracking things.
HISTORY II: TOXIC!!For our first long exam, 300+ items na puro identification, definition at dalawang essay. Omg. Puro pa naman terms like “Shalimatu Kahada”, “ZimZum”, “Daevas”, that sort of stuff. Histo1 with Sir Mangubat was heaven compared to this.I like Prof. Esguerra naman, in fairness. He’s very good and he brought an obi to class (Yes, I still like Memoirs of a Geisha v. much). The problem is just that he gives so much information I can barely digest all of it. I swear, parang iba na talagang level yung discussions nya. Nose bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed…. He could start a class by writing Arabic characters then he’ll discuss Islam tapos he’d move on to Judaism, then he’d ask out of the blue bakit nga pala mas mainit sa equator, then he would speak in another language then explain what it means and he’ll tell an important event from a long time ago then babalik siya sa Judaism tapos iba nanaman tapos…. Waaa… Naguguluhan talaga ako. Occasionally he shares life experiences/lessons to us. And out of the blue he’ll just say profound things like “What reincarnates is the dying consciousness…” then he goes back to Buddhism or something.
LINGUISTICS 112: “Language is a set of defined something something pattern of sound thingums and arbitrary some other concepts and…” <bow> Our first homework: find 20 linguistics books dated from 1985 then write a bibliography and summary for each. Note na walang ganitong mga libro sa UP Manila, so we searched in other campuses. I went to UP Diliman with Denisse, Faye, RJ, Ann, and Rap. Ayos lang sana yung searching for books part eh. Ayoko lang talaga yung pagsummarize for each. Nakuuuuu. Worse than any of the TTD… Pero, I saw Racqy (high school seatmate) again and she toured me around UP Diliman. And she walked around the oval with me so I could see what the FPF finals would be like. Sayang nga e, I wasn’t able to tell all my friends who study there that I was going. Tsk. I love the Diliman campus because it’s so big and airy and the sunset is pretty and there are so many libraries and you can actually take deep breaths and it has a soccer field and I have so many friends there, but I guess I wouldn’t trade all of that for CAMP, the block system, PGH (lol), and well, the whole Padre Faura street in general. You can walk to Paco Park or to Rob or to baywalk if you like. Just be careful you don’t get roadkilled or fall down an open manhole or get mugged or die from air pollution. xD Haha. And be prepared for the flash floods. (You must NOT wear chucks or elephant jeans when it’s raining hard.) FPF (PE 1) Basaan!! Hahaha. XD
We are very fortunate indeed that our prof is young and she’s pretty adventurous. Plus, the old FPF has been revised to ‘Health and Wellness’. There are now lectures and FUN activities other than running yourself to a coma. We played Catch The Dragon’s Tail and went ice skating!! (Although it was supposed to be wall climbing but I don’t mind.) We also played what I like to call The Water Wars!!!! It’s like paintball only you use plastic bags instead of balloons and you use water instead of paint. Hahahahahahaha!!! That has got to be the most fun PE class I went to in my life. We got soaked!! (Well, actually, they got soaked, ahahaha) I’ve always wanted to do the whole water war thingy. I suggested it to my NSTP group and I think even the debate circle when we were going to Baguio, hmm…
Natsci 4: Environmental Geology
* yawn * It’s okay. I’m supposed to be the class representative, which means I take the attendance and stuff. But I’m always sometimes late. It’s not easy to reform you know. Since it’s a 10 am class I’ll have to wake up mga 6:30 to 7am and leave by 8am, which is hard to do since I usually get home around past 9pm and I get to sleep mga 12 mn na...
COMM II : Even more TOXIC!!!!
So far, puro reports palang naman. But we have to do this paper thingum and eto ang process:
Write Draft # 1, submit for first revision Write Draft # 2, submit for first revision on the day you get back Draft #1 Write Draft # 3 and rewrite #1, submit for first and second revision on the day you get back # 2 Write Draft # 4, rewrite Draft # 2 for first and second revision when you get Draft # 3 and #1 back Write Draft # 5, rewrite #3 and #1, ipasa when you get #2 and 4
6. (sige lang hanggang matapos ang sem…)
Ayun… Our prof wasn’t clear on how many we were going to write but by his tone andami nun. Scientific journal pala ang tawag sa gagawin namin, now that I remember it. Hay nako. Our prof seems like a nice person but this is going to be a LOT of work. I believe I’m starting to miss our dreaded 18-hours-in-the-making- 36-pages-naiwan-pa-sa-Muntinlupa-Set-3-Philo-TTD…
NSTP a.k.a. Immersion
We’re going to do outreach thingums at a juvenile delinquent center. I hope they’re all children and not nearly as old as me. I’d rather be with babies and toddlers. Not likely to happen…
Debate ^_^It’s not really a subject, more like a habit. But my darned schedule always seems to make me miss it. Hay nako. Another case of wanting but can’t do anything about it. I think I went only twice and then to one GA. And I think I messed up too. Frustrated Chair Adj. (Parang nadaan lang sa appeal yung NDC.lol. xD )Nakakastress kasi … hay. Toxicated nako. I really can’t train on Mondays and Thursdays because 7am to 5 ang sched ko (huhu) and we always seem to have homework. And maaga ulit gising the next day. Tapos I can’t go to Manila on Wednesdays unless may class tapos wala naman training pag Saturdays. Then there was that insanely loooong homework, tests, reports, CAMP Talent Show practice, CAMP talent show, a birthday party, an alumni homecoming… andami. My batchmates don’t seem to be coming very often either. (Except maybe Japi, even the night before Chem Dep Exams nagtrain xa..)
Hmm. Naalala ku nanaman Baguio bigla. Ahahahaha. Ang saya saya nung NDC. I didn’t think staying in PMA would be that fun. Tapos ansaya maglakad2 sa SM and around inn rocio. Malameeeeeeeg. ^_^. It must be prettier there now that it’s Christmas time. Real poinsettias, real pine trees, sparkly night lights and perfect weather. Weee. Nakakaperky sa Baguio. Ahaha. Miss ko na din ndc friends ku... ^_^. Sometimes nalang kami magkatext tapos wala din akung number nung iba. Oh well… I suppose I can search for them on Friendster. xD
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| For Shame |
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Sembreak has been mostly dull. I’m a little sad. Borderline depressed, actually. I’ve consumed nearly 300 grams of M&Ms by my lonesome and there’s no effect. Except maybe losing my appetite for chocolates. And feeling really sick. It doesn’t help any with remorse. *sigh * I can’t seem to get over the fact that I missed BandAge. I was with one friend, but I bailed on the rest of my batchmates. Now I won’t see any of them again until next year’s Battle of the Bands. Hmmp. I know, I know, I have nobody to blame but myself. Shierly told me I could go to Munsci if I wanted. I could have met up with her another time. But nooooo, I was the dumb, blind, deaf, stupid coward. Must I forever be tormented by what could have been? I feel like such a loser. Loser loser loser loser. I preferred searching in vain for candy canes than banging my head to live bands (including my brother’s). I preferred watching an unexpectedly morbid movie with one of my (girl) best friends to seeing my high school peers. [In fairness, Shierly is a batchmate too and her father passed away recently so my spending time with her was a good thing.] But after all that, I didn’t go to even the last part and the awarding at Munsci. Nooo, I went home and played with my adorable, fat, fluffy, white, red-eyed bunny rabbit. XXX
6:57 pm, sitting on the floor beside Grrumpy
I’m really getting bored at home. (see, I’ve resorted to typing nonsense again.) Sa 25 pa kami pupunta sa bahay ng grandparents. Then sa 26 I’m going swimming with Francine & Chris, one of these days we’re going ice skating. Medyo matagal pa. Haay. As if naman mag-aaral ako ng chem… Wala ako sa mood magpowder ng tawas and gawin yung homework sa geology. Sumakit na mata ko sa pagbasa ng Mahabharata (for Histo2).. haaaayyyyyyyy…
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Oh poo. I missed my younger brother’s debut as a lead guitarist and vocalist. Panu kasi sabi nya may lagnat daw siya, tas tumugtog din naman sya. Hrrmph. They won 4th out of 13 bands. (note, my bro is 12 and he’s a freshie) They played ‘your guardian angel’ and ‘face down’, both originally by the red jumpsuit apparatus. Both of those songs are on my favorite playlist. tsk.
* sigh* It doesn’t feel like a year has passed since the last battle of the bands. That was fun enough, but as for the days, and weeks that followed… XxX
* Youre such a sucker for a sweet talker Youre such a sucker And will you tell all your friends You’ve got your gun to my head
This all was only wishful thinking This all was only wishful thinking The only thing I regret is that
I never let you hold me back
Hoping for the best
Just hoping nothing happens
A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins I wont ever ask if you don’t ever tell me I know you well enough to know you never loved me Why can’t I feel anything from
Anyone other than you?
And all of this was all your fault…
I stay wrecked and jealous for this, for this simple reason I
Just need to keep you in mind as something larger than life
*I know you know everything I know you didn’t mean it, I know you didn’t mean it Stop everything start it all over
Remember more than you like
To forget
*I’m coming over but it never was enough
I thought of you and my worst brings out
The best in you
*Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember
I’ll always remember…
* I’ll be just fine pretending I’m not I’m far from lonely and it’s all that I’ve got
“Poem for sum1 hu fooled you…”
*Something’s telling me it might be you
All of my life
“Oh young Lochinvar came out of the west
through all the wide border his steed was the best..”
*If only you could hear me shout your name If only you could feel my love again
The stars in the sky will never be the same
*you make me wanna love you make me wanna fall
you make me wanna surrender my soul
*cuz it’s you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
nothing to prove and it’s you and me
and all of the people and I don’t know why
I can’t keep my eyes off of you
”As your words and voice
slowly
insert rust among my loving nerves
until I forever die
and breathing was a fake”
*I am not afraid to keep on living I am not afraid to walk this world alone Honey if you stay I’ll be forgiven
Nothing you can say can stop me going home
*one night and one more time thanks for the memories
even though they weren’t so great
XxX
December 18, 2006 I wonder if what I did was very smart or very stupid. In fact, what I’m doing right now is either of those too. I mean, that piece of artistry wasn’t mine, even if he gave it to me personally. Sometimes I wonder if my presumption that I was the one he referred to is going way too far.
It doesn’t seem like half an hour has passed since I gave it back, for I remember his face vividly but the memory is far away. Two steps forward, and one back. It’s like eternity shrouds reason, clouds judgment & as it does, delusions of grandeur fill my mind like raindrops falling on a gutter.
I remember the feel of the afternoon breeze as it touched my skin & blew my hair. What a weird scene it was, me standing beside him as he sat eating then handing him that loose leaf. It was kind of sad to part with it, but I knew it was the right thing to do.
I was thinking of what to say after giving that back, but then I looked at him and we just sort of stared at each other. A moment passed and I thought I saw sparks in his eyes. I knew at that moment, we both had something to say.
It’s weird how the best conversations are felt and not heard. I just walked away with a silly grin.
January 7, 2007 Unrequited passion is a continuum of pain mitigated only by death…
February 14, 2007
Before classes, I saw a guy classmate leave a bouquet of roses on my friend’s desk. That was… cute. I also saw another classmate with flowers for someone. Of course, there were the other people milling around with romantic whatevers. Then during the morning break, we all saw a huge poster on the 3rd floor of the other building that read “Happy Valentine (name of girl)” in bright yellow letters on red cartolina. During our Physics lecture, an even bigger poster just appeared hanging outside our room that read: “There’s no existing quote or verse that can describe my love for you… Happy Valentine (name of another girl)” Then on lunchtime, 4 of my classmates donned barong tagalogs and got out their guitars then played “Harana”. Then one of them called out the name of my classmate and opened a folded poster which suddenly read: “Will you be my prom date?” She said yes. After that, somebody went solo playing ‘It Might Be You’ in the guitar and then kneeled and got out a scrapbook for another classmate. They went whispering to each other off the corner as we all watched. She agreed to be his date too.
I feel pitiful.
March 19, 2007
… As we walked there was a light, happy conversation. We entered the “Queen of Angels” meditation garden. It was isolated except for 1 or 2 laborers who were completing it. The gazeebo, benches and sculptures were still in progress, but there was a bridge that went over a koi pond. There was also a wishing well. That was my favorite feature even before he was there with me. I guess the only vivid thing I recall is me standing by the bridge’s railing, staring at the reflection of trees overhead in the water and him by my side. I can’t explain it, but somehow I guess that was when I knew I had enough. I remember snippets of our conversation, all of it shallow and under false pretenses. I remember laughing emptily at his corney jokes when inside I was rolling my eyes and restraining myself from shaking him senseless. We talked about things like fish, wishing wells, horseback riding, nothing that mattered, really.
…you know what? At the end of the day, it was still the same. We trundled off (quite literally) down different paths. The next I saw of him, he was again hovering around the girl who treats him like nothing. I don’t see why I’m being a complete dolt over a complete dolt. You would think he’s such a heart breaker. But he’s not. Oho, he’s not. I only liked him for…
April 2, 2007 During graduation practice, one of his friends sat beside me and talked to me. This is how our conversation went:
“Totoo ba na may gusto ka sa tropa ko?” “Hindi noh.” (he looked at me kind of funny) “Hindi nga?” (silence) “… O sige, aaminin ko, pero dati pa yun. Matagal na yun.” “ Alam mo, masaya nga ako para sa kaibigan ko eh. Na merong may ganung pakiramdam sa kanya. Kung ako nga lang, boto ako na maging kayo. Ayos na talaga. Pero tanga lang talaga kaibigan ko...” (stunned silence) “…Hindi mo naman kawalan yun e. Walang nawala sayo. Tanga lang talaga siya. Kaya wag ka na malungkot, tanga siya. Pasensya ka na…”
XxX I wish I could just press Ctrl+Z and undo it all. None of it matters now. But they still happened…
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[17 Nov 2007|04:41pm] |
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im getting fat. boohoo. i crossed the road (Faura) from Rob to CAMP, and as i looked at my reflection at Goodwill Bookstore's doors...oh no, iba na dimensions ko!!! an ill effect of eating what i want everyday. (mostly ice cream, pizza, burgers, more ice cream, cookies, and of course, fries!) boohoo. and on the jeep from alabang, an old classmate saw me and she exclaimed: "tumaba ka na!!!". that was before she even said "hi" or anything.
"tumaba ka na!!!", my gluteus maximus.hmp. at least i still fit in my 26-inch waist skinny jeans. it's just... fitter. Ü haha. i remember something i read: I'm fat but you're ugly.. and i can diet! hay. i suppose i can resist ice cream... i wish. hay. even when we went to Baguio, i had ice cream. (and it was already freezing cold, i tell you.)
*heavy sigh* it's very hard to live in a world filled with sweet temptations.
xxx
friends, love and forever... they're all lies.
saying " im sorry", "im okay, really i am", and "you are my only one"?? it's all bullshit too.
sure, sometimes these ambiguous terms are meant when thay're said. sometimes cheesy lines are said with such (seemingly anyway) sincerity, it's enough to melt your heart. you believe it. and sometimes you fall...
down into the cold, dark depths of misery and despair.
i saw my highschool so-called best friend yesterday. he sat next to me on the bus. and we talked about... absolutely nothing. it was all stupid small talk then awkward silence. the last time i saw him was (by chance) on my birthday. that was in July.
did we really change so much that we can't relate to each other now? i miss the conversations we had before graduating. he always listened to my sob stories. i had fun talking until way past sundown with him instead of going to the graduation practice. he always helped me out, especially with my obsessive infatuation with ahem.. anyway, he was my friend. my best friend. even if only for a while. but now i'm afraid we don't even know each other anymore. that sucks. why did things turn out like this? it's just like a break up. only platonic. *ouch*.
speaking of break-ups.. being "in love" doesn't really last either does it? one day you're grinning ear to ear and the next, you're crying your eyes out.(and you're never seeing his stupid lying ugly face again!) hmm.. maybe love lasts for some people, but i don't know. why should i believe it?
*sigh*
is there any hope at all for the male species??
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i've been sitting in front of this computer at Alva (in Padre Faura) for little more than 4 hours. And while i admit to procrastinating (for what? 2 hours? :p ), this is sooooooooo driving me up the wall. Nina's with me, typing the Things To Do in PHILO 1 as i am doing my term paper for comm. it's about the implementation of ICT in Muntinlupa, and my evaluative paper is not evaluative. grr. informative nalang. wonder if i will fail because of this.* heavy sigh* I'm not even finished with my Things To Do yet. It's due on Tuesday, and this comm paper is due on Monday. Xiet. Merma said she only gave us the TTD to make sure we could apply philo in our daily lives. <that's BULLS**T!!> i already apply philo in my daily life, actually it's already in my system. first of all, i debate, which is basically informal logic in action. grr. i also adjudicate occasionally, which Merma does not know is also an exercise of my 'obligation as a critical thinker'. i apply philo outside the debate circle as well, in many instances i will not say because im so toxicated and i am merely procrastinating again. my nose is bleeding, this is my comm output so far, which i will post in my trashblog because i want to read it in black and blue because my eyes hurt already. damneet. why do i have to do this what is the connection of this to speech pathology can i go home now. *sigh* i am so very very very very tired right now...............
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| ICT implementation and the puto binan industry in Laguna. |
[03 Oct 2007|08:19pm] |
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"mingtot, ingat ka pauwi.. :) it's fun mgpunta kung san2 wid u, hehehe ingat ka ah.. :)"
-sarah after our trip today.
my phone is filled with text msgs like this from friends. makes me feel... weird. in a good way.parang... ang bait bait ko? hmm... *evil grin* :D
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funny. how a trip back to my old high school then a trip to Laguna made me realize so many things.also funny how sweet nothings can make your day. (not neccessarily from a romantic whatever.) not funny that im getting fat from all the sweets, and poorer with all the spending.
epiphany number 1: i was once a perky angel. yes. i remember i used to love pink, and candy canes, and hello kitty, that sort of stuff. i was in elementary. my dark side started to come out when my parents separated. heinous. it got worse when i discovered i like boys. hmm. a dose of misery deserved by addictive infatuations.
2: being a sweet sixteen, no boyfriend since birth, never been kissed person is actually a good thing. while i sound like a loser, it's kind of cute. in a dorky old-fashioned way. diba diba? :) haha. it's certainly better than some people who are teenage moms, juvenile delinquents, wasted on drugs, smokers, etc etc. i uncurse my single status. haha.
3. friends are friends are friends. happy un-endings happen sometimes, after much inarte you realize you don't have even a flicker of affection for him.(like in the case of ahem, omg. sayang ang senior prom ko! one of the worst nights of my life.i was such a loser to cry in the ballroom mismo, mascara running down my cheek and all.tapos when we got in college and then we sorta dated, i realized i dont like him! wah. face of the night pa naman aku nung prom. tsktsktsk.)next time i shall try not to mess up once-in-a-lifetime events.
4.my high school is so hightech na!!! apart from the new building (constructed in the space of 4 months) the place is hooked up with high speed internet, all classrooms have tv sets, there's a speech laboratory (how come hindi ko to inabot!?), ICT is implemented in teaching processes, and! hindi na uso ang handwritten notes! (why?!) puro module na! grr.. samantalang ako, na fresh graduate, nagcultivate ng Carpal Tunnel syndrome sa dami ng sinulat ku..*sigh*
5.as the song goes.. "i aint easy to find im one of a kind.. im way too cool for you boy that's why it'll never work, i'll have you suicidal suicidal".. i never really thought of myself as horribly ugly, but never as dazzlingly beautiful before. hmm. im not saying now that i am.. (well i was "cutest girl" and face of the night on the two proms and sometimes heads turn..)anyway.. back to that cheesy dyahe song. haha. i'll never be a supermodel walking on some catwalk but im pretty in my own way... :) hahahaha. im confident enough now. im a beautiful girl. *belat* haha. unlike in high school, the unrequited "love" story where the blind guy sees someone else so i feel like a worthless slug. harhar. at least i learn from the past. ill never measure up to someone else, i can only be me. and that's more than enough. wee. (the horrible debate circle delibs worked in a v. strange way. wapak.)
5. the farther South you go, the less like Manila it is. kumalma ako by the time we reached Binan and when we got to Sta. Rosa, my heart was singing. kind of. haha. i saw a vast expanse of green land. and it was so peaceful and quiet. enjoy.. how different from Manila, where i almost get roadkilled every other day around Taft Avenue and Faura. (medyo tanga tumawid. *grin* pedestrian-ally challenged?)
we went to SM Sta Rosa. it was a bummer. of course it's nothing like Festival Mall or Robinson's Place Ermita. (duh Ming!:)
6. The Mall is my refuge. basta mall. haha. something cold and cookies and cream flavored while walking around with a friend (maybe more) is an instant detoxification thing. i usually go for Zagu or McFlurry. hihi. :) when my mom starts her menopausal episodes or life at UP is bloodshed, i hit the mall. or if i can't go out i do something artsy. like the back cover of my binder which got so many oohs and aahs my ego swelled.. then burst. they want me to make them one too.
7.I like travelling. lakbay diwa galore! haha. :) i realized that since a trip from home to Manila (or back home) is 1 1/2 to 2 hours, then i spend more than 3 hours travelling every day, 15 hours a week!? parang sana natulog nalang ako.. but in fairness i do sleep while on the bus, or i study, or i eat, or i bond with a friend (usually may kasabay aku pauwi. haha:), or sound trip, or daydream. i just hate the noise and traffic. and the days where i stand in the bus because im so late, and nobody's noble enough to offer me a seat. shame. usually that happens on tuesdays and fridays because i leave the house just as natsci class starts. i catch a bus right outside jpa agad but i have to stand until we get to Magallanes and someone finally gets off the dang bus. this is an adverse effect of liberalization and gender equality. there just aren't enough gems who open doors and offer seats anymore. tsktsk. you have to be maputi, matangkad with long straight black hair for that to happen. grr. most girls who are actually top model pretty have no brains. believe me, they are vain haughty airheads. haha. bitter because im pretty but not gorgeous enough. it's a shame im bespectacled. i look geeky.
8. more when i feel like it.
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whew. so far college life has been incredibly busy. unbelievable. ;)
so many new things have happened and i've grown out of old habits.i've
met new people, found my circle of great friends, turned sixteen, joined orgs,
survived dep Exams, survived debate training and my first compet in La Salle,
revamped my wardrobe, gone to a rally (yes, i was a part of a shouting angry mob!:),
watched Ballet Manila then went to StarCity, gone to a CASPians party, learned
how to chacha boogie and mambo (blame our Social Dance PE:), eaten way
too much fast food, turned into a complete mallrat, gone geeky (i have study habits
and a planner now.haha.:), wandered around Manila, turned into a caffeine
monster/gatorade dependent, been with different kinds of people from everywhere,
... so many other things.
i love the freedom!! wee.. i eat chocoate cake for breakfast, im late or i
go out the room when i feel like it, i wear what i want, i sit where i want, i have
lakbay diwa time when i commute (takes 1-2 hrs:), i go to the mall everyday
(lunch at Rob with KNRRMS), i don't have any Filipino or Tagalog classes
(hahahaha!!!:), i go home much later and im not so affected by what other
people say or think anymore. (you know, people who try to degrade you or
lump you into a category) *sigh* it feels so good to be alive.it feels good to
be me, not a girl in uniform who's too afraid to live outside her bubble world.
we're having a musical (sing/dance/act) presentation in Histo 1, a
dance number (ballroom) for SocDance in a theatre, and maybe I'll go to
the Nationals Debating Championships in Baguio. KNRRMS will also have
a swimming in Calatagan, Batangas this December. hihi. :)
i hope things go great. :) wee. im excited already.
and there's also something that makes me wonder...hmm...i'll just keep
on thinking my unshare-able thoughts... ;)
 
 
***meet Kappa Nu Rho Rhu Mu Sigma.*** (4th monthsary namin yesterday :)
these were taken while we were at the National Museum.
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