tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68805191857429449722024-03-04T21:46:12.531-08:00tap at my window.Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-16087119093061416752010-08-14T07:14:00.000-07:002010-08-14T07:39:43.417-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">So it's 10:17pm on my clock and I'm supposed to be up and running by 4am tomorrow and be ready to be picked up by a friend.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> It's just that I won't be able to sleep tonight without writing down how much my world suddenly turned around.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">So as you see (2 previous entries), I've been on the rocks earlier this week. A couple of people got my heart broken (in a not romantic way) and I felt like a little boy with cooties being teased on at school. It wasn't very nice. Having cooties isn't really my fault, why be so mean to me? Well for a fact, I ain't that boy with this imaginary disease. I'm this girl in college who keeps on denying the truth that I make mistakes too. For one, I should really stop being so ambitious about being peaceful and kind.<br /><br />Wednesday took me to places I didn't want to be. Places where truth was out to get me. I hate finding out the truth <u>especially</u> when I know it means I'm wrong. But hey, I'll have to face it sooner or later, so why bother hiding?<br /><br />Friday to present, everything isn't oh-so-perfect, really. But God and these "couple of people" gave me those 2nd chances I somehow don't deserve, I hope I don't bring them down again. But if I do, I should make sure I'm ready to get down on my knees and pray. Yeah.<br /><br />So anyway. One time, big time breakaway: Beach trip tomorrow with friends! Haha. Talk about de-stressing. Overshariiiiiing. :p<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And again, kahit alam kong di niyo babasahin to', I just want to apologize one more time and thank you for humbly accepting me and my stupid attitude. Whut. XD</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></div>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-69375785982862763082010-08-09T06:24:00.001-07:002010-08-09T06:25:30.221-07:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">Hindi ako masaya.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nag-iisa ako.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wala akong makausap.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wala akong matakbuhan.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Malungkot ako.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wasak.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">MASAYA NA KAYO?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">OKAY NA BA?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">ENJOY.</span>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-53422987235795187552010-08-08T08:33:00.000-07:002010-08-08T09:57:09.680-07:00This crazy world I live in.<span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Some people may tell you they love you, they would go places for you, far places, and they’d do crazy, funny, sweet, amazing stuff for you. The feeling – grand. There’s this security you find in this person that you know you’re not alone. But the security, it doesn’t last. There’s always something after that, something in return. Love, yeah you could say that. But what if it’s not the exact same definition? What if that’s not what you want?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">What you want – someone who would go wild with you, go on adventures, drink beer, walk miles, play cards, eat junk, buy cheap stuff, someone who would listen, and talk, someone real, no bull. But someone who could stay this way for the longest time, and doesn’t expect anything more than what there is at present.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I guess I’m just tired of the fact that there may be hundreds and thousands of guys out there who would do everything for this girl – but when they find out there’s nothing in it for them, there really is NOTHING. They vanish into thin air. And the girl… is left with nothing but the memory of how much someone once loved her, when that someone thought there was something more than that at the other end.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">But yeah. Why work hard for something you know you can’t have? I don’t know. Honestly. There’s not a lot of people everywhere you can be yourself with, why throw it away? There’s always this fine line of… <span style="font-style: italic;">“I liked being your friend more than trying to be your boyfriend. As a friend, you would stay longer in my life. Exes don’t have much of a lifespan.”</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Easy for me to say, huh? Not really. It hurts me to hurt people I’ve learned to love. But what hurts me more, is that these people, could get away with it just like that. We build up this good friendship, I learn to tell him the craziest things in the craziest places, I learn to cry, and laugh, and joke around without having <span>to worry about what he’d think of me.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> But at the end of the day, the worry is – it won’t last.</span> <u>Living proof of why they say that everything will always have something in return.</u></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-66766309124673822722010-08-04T19:21:00.000-07:002010-08-04T19:22:50.294-07:00<div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(114, 114, 112); font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; "><a href="http://halipau.tumblr.com/post/905610214/hey-you-yes-you-the-one-reading-this-think-youre" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 70px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(114, 114, 112); line-height: 35px; max-width: 460px; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; ">Hey you. Yes you. The one reading this. Think you’re too fat? Too skinny? What about too tall, short, ugly, worthless, or anything else along those lines? Well guess what. I think you all are beautiful. I think you all deserve to wake up with a smile on your face, and go to bed with a smile on your face. You all deserve happiness. Screw the boy that broke your heart, and fuck the girl that messed with your feelings. Forget about your parents, and what they say to you. Don’t worry about them. Think about your future. How nice it’s going to be in 20 years from now, to be laying in a bed with the one you love, and just knowing that you’re the one that the other one wants to be with forever. Think about all the success you’re going to do, and how many smiles you’re going to put on someones face. Think about your future kids, and grand-children. Think about what you are going to do with your life. In 20 years from now, everything that is happening now, won’t matter ! at all. You might not remember anything that is happening right now. If you think you have it bad, think about all the things you have in life. Have a roof over your head? Yes, well someone else in this world doesn’t. Have clothes on your back? Yeah, well someone else in this world doesn’t. You have your friends? There’s someone else in the world that doesn’t. You still have your life, you have your heart, your eyes, your ears, your legs, your feet, your arms, your hands, and most importantly, you have someone that is going to love you for who you are. You may not know them now, and you may not think that they do, but they do. And they will give up anything, just to be with you. Now, smile because you’re always going to have it better than someone else out there. Don’t frown because something happened, that isn’t going to matter later in life.</a></span><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><i>(Not my own words)</i></b></span></span></div>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-9564144755871892372010-07-22T05:02:00.000-07:002010-07-22T05:10:01.828-07:00<div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;">It's not that I have nothing to say.<br />It's that I don't know which of all these things is worth all the talking.<br />I bet you'll say "ALL OF 'EM".<br />I know right.<br />There's just not enough processing and time going on.<br /><br />But I'll be back soon.<br /></div>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-52186304096891695822010-06-19T23:00:00.000-07:002010-06-20T00:09:37.237-07:00Dad.<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >I'm not sure what I'm up against. But to be honest, I have no idea how to celebrate this day. </span><h6 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >"He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it...<br />Thanks for being a great role model to me Papa"<br /><br />"To the coolest and most awesome father in the world. There's no one better to ride the craziest rollercoasters with than you -- sorry for the almost-heart attack heehee :D Happy Father's Day! I love you, Papa :)"</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br />"Three raps for the man who showed me that a life lived for others is a life well lived. Happy Fathers’ Day po, Tay."</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"happy fathers day to all fathers who love their chidren</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">and wife more than anything else..♥"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And....</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >"The most important thing a father can do for his children</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >is to love their mother."</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><br /></span></h6><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Current facebook status' of people around my world. I won't deny the fact that I'm a little envious of how much they are able to express their love for their dad's.<br /><br />When I was a kid, whenever my dad came to visit, I'd run down the stairs and jump up to give him a tight hug. Now, when I hear the engine of his motorcycle going up the driveway, I'd make sure my door was locked to pretend I was busy or I was sleeping.<br /></span></div><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br />Maybe it's because today, I have this strong feeling that I already know how much damage he's done. To me , my family, my mom. But true enough, I know I just pretend to hate him not because I'm angry, but because I'm hurt.<br /><br />At bilang inakyatan niya ko ng Buko Shake ngayon lang.... HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, DAD. Hahahaha. No. Kidding aside, he's my father one way or another. I love him. No need to announce that on facebook. I just know I love him. Some are just fathers. But him, he's a father and a dad at the same time. Something that won't be measured by the days and nights he visits us or the money he gives out for us.<br /><br />I hope someday I'll learn to be the kid in me again.<br />I'll write him letters and draw us together holding hands.<br /></span>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-62277780261723389222010-05-26T02:55:00.000-07:002010-05-26T03:46:54.767-07:00As if.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I've been walking my way to breathing this week. Since after my voice recital last Sunday, I realized this week's the only summer I've got left.... </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Til' forever.</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> That is, if I won't be able to take my required units this school year. On 2012, I'll be graduating (hopefully), and then I'll be working, which means -- Goodbye forever, summer.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">It's just how things are going. At home, with a friend, in school. I feel that I've been doing such a good job lately. But when people like my mom or one of my closest friends tell me that I've been failing so hard as a daughter and a friend, I cry and repeat to myself that "I have to think about their feelings". That's what they teach me in church. But what about what I have to say? What about helping them realize that they also made mistakes? Isn't that my job too? It just doesn't make sense sometimes. So I told myself, I need a break. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Yesterday, I went to a friend's house to have a little chitchat about my life made out of shit. I ended up watching the animated Tarzan movie, playing with her baby brother and sister, and watching her younger brother's game of basketball. My plan of self-pitying was ruined -- In a good way.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Today, I went to visit another friend having her OJT at ABS-CBN. Wasn't too far from home so when she told me she had her 1-hour break, I was betting it was worth it. Seeing her enter the convenience store with her big, fat, kikay smile, I brisk walked my way to her and gave her a big, fat, kikay hug. I don't even remember the last time I saw this woman. I've been longing for that hug for a long while now. Making the most out of the 1-hour of freedom she was given, there was no stopping us. We talked about how much of a blur our lives are today, and how far we're actually going. She was still the same. I asked her what she wanted to eat, she said she wasn't going to. The usual diet she's been going on for years now. There were no pauses. We just talked and talked and laughed about stupid things until the hour was over. When I checked the time, I didn't want to tell her it was time to get back to work, but we both knew it was. After this, another long agony of longing for each other's company. I didn't want that again. But that's just really up to us, yes? She walked me to the cab and told me she missed me a lot. I did too. During the cab ride, I again realized, my self-pity plan once again did not work.... But I felt really good.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Truth is, what I needed wasn't a break. I'm a live human being, I'm not like certain animals that need to hibernate. I was just being selfish. What I need is some optimism. A graduate from our organization I'm not very close to told me last week to "chill". I was getting really depressed because of the lack of participation my co-members had. She said, "The attitude of the members comes from you". That said a lot I guess. The outcome of everything I'm going through would depend on how I take it.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">BV. I'm sure I'll be eating my own words even before this day ends. But what the hell! At least may realization diba? Hahaha. :))</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-56167662808985982432010-05-12T06:31:00.000-07:002010-05-12T09:46:14.187-07:00Gumagalaw at Your Service.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Galaw galaw? Oh yes. That's what I've been doing for the past month or so. Hahaha. Nakakatawa yung fact that I think summer was more of a "patikim" as they call it, for my incoming school year 2010-2011. I'm not saying my summer's been hell, I mean, hell in the temperature sense but the stress actually keeps me alive. Kapag wala akong ginagawa, sumasakit ulo ko. Seryoso. :))</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Well anyway, since this is my first official entry for the summer, these are some of the things that have kept me alive and kickin':</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">1. <span style="font-weight: bold;">National Youth Day 2010 </span>at Nueva Viscaya wherein I had the benefit of finally visiting the famous Rice Terraces.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHmApK6E4kpcBwRXRQs77fHKaJbSd7oPry4we5fbwl4qygqj5yXxvN-Ti_rfFdNsg_J9iw2IKBAHBpbq5wTOe-JvwHAj8ugOSD0zwyBIP3qIBMpzMcDBkH8txkZKrqS5cqB5mCFdu5RXM/s1600/25141_1382244070706_1070084176_1170994_5378680_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHmApK6E4kpcBwRXRQs77fHKaJbSd7oPry4we5fbwl4qygqj5yXxvN-Ti_rfFdNsg_J9iw2IKBAHBpbq5wTOe-JvwHAj8ugOSD0zwyBIP3qIBMpzMcDBkH8txkZKrqS5cqB5mCFdu5RXM/s320/25141_1382244070706_1070084176_1170994_5378680_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470410961547119826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnjxJMy8-49QFbqvU4q4ZU8IfkRMGsetUDP4tgT0_kj8AIX-G4gn4zMQKO2qLy7ToPMTkkGThO8-kDF-8tELhWBB5_tMJ2yimovEUIH6qiw5H0m3S1_9kAzrAaM7actseZm-lNGsix3OI/s1600/31323_1385544553216_1070084176_1178739_1265846_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnjxJMy8-49QFbqvU4q4ZU8IfkRMGsetUDP4tgT0_kj8AIX-G4gn4zMQKO2qLy7ToPMTkkGThO8-kDF-8tELhWBB5_tMJ2yimovEUIH6qiw5H0m3S1_9kAzrAaM7actseZm-lNGsix3OI/s320/31323_1385544553216_1070084176_1178739_1265846_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470410980542276338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1_P2J1zL40QXoi38NHGDTSEcEyEK2hBGplGNViY3jnuMlQJvvP5spndVAhnnfLk8B8sMBTokqmIFwtALZrAs6mXj2THfNliyHbSJ1M3ZwnDvFBWn3EefQphKicWcQbKHP44-vLG6m6GQ/s1600/24820_1370848025960_1074526375_1075966_3514357_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1_P2J1zL40QXoi38NHGDTSEcEyEK2hBGplGNViY3jnuMlQJvvP5spndVAhnnfLk8B8sMBTokqmIFwtALZrAs6mXj2THfNliyHbSJ1M3ZwnDvFBWn3EefQphKicWcQbKHP44-vLG6m6GQ/s320/24820_1370848025960_1074526375_1075966_3514357_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470410969641162834" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">2. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Graduations.</span> All 3 brothers graduated last month: One from elementary, the other from highschool and the last one from college. I'm a proud sister alright. ;) Pero hindi ba hassle? :)) (Pardon the pictures)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs7N-eG3rw4XYpPnIjtPbkkEYgrsmwCY8v62rTMhl5Zf5NJlHDiF80SWzgT-sVIhWDqii0IE3xmMrb2O32cXhU7gJhn1svHS1uxQ_HQt8opBmfF0NHraEtc2ArD6hcSH_tINxWoIaKVck/s1600/26795_1438212756575_1270700899_31232440_3410694_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs7N-eG3rw4XYpPnIjtPbkkEYgrsmwCY8v62rTMhl5Zf5NJlHDiF80SWzgT-sVIhWDqii0IE3xmMrb2O32cXhU7gJhn1svHS1uxQ_HQt8opBmfF0NHraEtc2ArD6hcSH_tINxWoIaKVck/s320/26795_1438212756575_1270700899_31232440_3410694_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470411734322042354" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqbdn5tv_8ub7a-DmGBf-r1Kpp91BSocY4kaL3iN_HRt_p94yiQVe8dARUkDHVObyxbt7PUVMBM3peluA8tC9U70p_77y5x4lCHnItqYIoxfw71scTVpM0ksmXMQhVFy2BPii70TTniNQ/s1600/28876_1442056852675_1270700899_31242286_5341799_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqbdn5tv_8ub7a-DmGBf-r1Kpp91BSocY4kaL3iN_HRt_p94yiQVe8dARUkDHVObyxbt7PUVMBM3peluA8tC9U70p_77y5x4lCHnItqYIoxfw71scTVpM0ksmXMQhVFy2BPii70TTniNQ/s320/28876_1442056852675_1270700899_31242286_5341799_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470411733540258578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">3. My <span style="font-weight: bold;">cousin's wedding </span>wherein I babysat her sooper dooper cutie baby for the whole day. Nyorm adorable. :3</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxI-jzjzJ8iJP_jjQFx_rLA8wrGlH7aWnDgU__y0GCf39yMq4CpHAYdsZTGUeGtbN9LfU1-bR0HMTHQ2yXuJnw1LInEPiyXU2AROYGUT2VAhxqu_7TLZCcDwQlZbM1A91ERhd6BC54AwM/s1600/28507_388361124620_633539620_3768949_5982977_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxI-jzjzJ8iJP_jjQFx_rLA8wrGlH7aWnDgU__y0GCf39yMq4CpHAYdsZTGUeGtbN9LfU1-bR0HMTHQ2yXuJnw1LInEPiyXU2AROYGUT2VAhxqu_7TLZCcDwQlZbM1A91ERhd6BC54AwM/s320/28507_388361124620_633539620_3768949_5982977_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470412492402270322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnhZVBOU5j2BjBw7Y6perQHCAEQJR0KIocmulB4dI6GZAMqbUgFJ8P-8_oj_KUh-f792Ghil1O-8ZqkEPnjiG2PaD_wTUp7mS96-lTPBb4KuYOAPjJTWi7gfg0q7yaFVzzafo94bNwnAI/s1600/24382_10150176062150578_906670577_12123552_6610851_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnhZVBOU5j2BjBw7Y6perQHCAEQJR0KIocmulB4dI6GZAMqbUgFJ8P-8_oj_KUh-f792Ghil1O-8ZqkEPnjiG2PaD_wTUp7mS96-lTPBb4KuYOAPjJTWi7gfg0q7yaFVzzafo94bNwnAI/s320/24382_10150176062150578_906670577_12123552_6610851_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470412494233023026" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">4. Brother and Dad's birthdays.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">5. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Math 2.</span> YES. Nag-take ako ng isang subject for the summer. 11-1pm. Wherein nahheat stroke na ko sa init ng binabyahe ko. But good news: It's my last day tomorrow and I am exempted from finals. Yup, I rule like that. \m/</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">6. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Center for Pop Music summer lessons.</span> Just so those of you who are reading this know, I AM TOTALLY MAKING A FOOL OUT OF MYSELF. Pero 10k yung binayad namin for this summer lesson. I just want to prove to some people that it was worth it I guess. And I'm worth it. :/</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">7. <span style="font-weight: bold;">UP CRAdLe</span> stuff which I am absolutely guilty of for not putting on top of my priorities.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYNrigHgnD88D7hlMwR9a44hLa5HwmCobj7LQVWL-ME8Xdghc2XTi6Jq3hf9cKHm7aV8s2PKfcXWR2Falto18apuKuvAfYIJ8H5ATZfwmUJuzODsqTb8BzYQztz29TJNjK34DAa4jFIfQ/s1600/27056_111630652211156_100000926650490_71281_651917_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYNrigHgnD88D7hlMwR9a44hLa5HwmCobj7LQVWL-ME8Xdghc2XTi6Jq3hf9cKHm7aV8s2PKfcXWR2Falto18apuKuvAfYIJ8H5ATZfwmUJuzODsqTb8BzYQztz29TJNjK34DAa4jFIfQ/s320/27056_111630652211156_100000926650490_71281_651917_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470413045072674610" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">8. A trip to <span style="font-weight: bold;">Pangasinan for an outreach</span> with my 2 younger brothers, my high school bestfriend, and a family friend. It was a really heart-warming experience. Games with the families of the farmers and a visit to an orphanage and a home for the aged. Perfect. :')</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">9. Org meeting's which is still last in my priority list. It's sad how the title of "<span style="font-weight: bold;">CD Circle Chairperson</span>" is still not sinking in.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">10. <span style="font-weight: bold;">STFAP Application.</span> This is for my tuiton fee discount in UP. And pakshetnayan naka tatlong balik na ko at padami na ng padami ang aking requirements. Lahat ng pwedeng gawan ng affidavit, pinapagawan! Mapa-marital separation, fund raising activity, kulang na lang pati affidavit ng binibili kong candy araw-araw, pagawan nila.<br /><br />11. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Totally voted for the first time ya'll!!</span> I ROCK! \m/ I'm a bit disappointed with the turnout of votes though. Especially because I was rooting for Gordon. And I wasn't really a NoyNoy fan (Kamukha niya talaga si Bart Simpson). But what has happened, has happened. There's no turning back now. I guess we just all have to stick with what's here and push each other to the top.<br /><br /><br /><br />Lagpas dalawang oras ko na ginagawa to'ng entry na to'. May katelebabads kasi ako. Hahaha. Minsan lang to' guys. My first "gimik" for the summer, nagrounded pa ko hanggang pasukan dahil late ako umuwi. Not like I have the time to go out. Really. Well anyway, yun lang yun.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Siguro I just have to say how fun it's been going kasi sobrang busy ako't lahat and I love the people around me and I love the things I''m doing. But I'd also have to say that medyo may kulang din as to how I don't have anybody to share it with. My closest friends all busy and syempre, walang "somebody special" na mapagkkwentuhan ko ng lahat ng achievements ko and all that tapos pupuriin niya ko kahit di naman ako kapuripuri at papalamigin niya ulo kapag nasosobrahan na ko sa physical and mental and spiritual stress. I guess I just have me right now. But that's fine. After everything that happened last summer, I say this will full conviction: I'VE LEARNED MY LESSON. :D ;)</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /></span></div><h3 style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}" > </span><span class="UIStory_Message"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >"Sometimes things aren't exactly how you always imagined.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >They're even better."</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >-Daphne, What a Girl Wants</span><br /></span></span></h3></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-46801153700549887412010-04-14T10:00:00.000-07:002010-04-14T10:01:20.108-07:00Happy FML Day.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "><br /></span></div>Make-up class started at 8:30am.<br />8:10am - Got up, changed clothes, brushed teeth. No shower.<br />8:15am - Realized I lost my song lyrics so opened the computer to have a quick print, but printer wasn't installed yet because it was reformatted. Opened the old laptop which took 15mins to start up. Printed my lyrics.<br />8:30am - Ran to the main street to ride the jeep.<br />8:35am - Rode the jeep. Opened my wallet to pay. FOUND MY OLD LYRICS INSIDE.<br /><br />Class ended at 10:25am.<br />10:25am - Called Dad to pick me up. No time to spare. Had Math class at 11am.<br />10:30am - Ran downstairs. Kept calling Dad.<br />10:40am - Dad still not there.<br />10:45am - Started walking. Dad found me.<br />10:50am - Change of clothes.<br />11:00am-11:15am - Trip to school.<br />11:15am-11:35am - TOKI ride.<br />11:40am - Went inside classroom. DIAGNOSTIC TEST. NOT GRADED.<br /><br />Math class ended at 12:15nn.<br />Ado's Graduation starts at 1pm.<br />12:15pm-12:30pm - Walked to FC with Kaye.<br />12:30pm - Rode jeep to Philcoa.<br />12:45pm - Rode bus. No space, so stood all the way. I was wearing a dress.<br />1:00pm - Brother and Mother calls to tell me to ride the taxi to pick up necktie which was left at home.<br />1:05pm - Asks bus driver to bring me down. He stops in the middle of the road.<br />1:05pm-1:20pm - Tried to get a taxi right under the AWESOME SUN.<br />1:20pm - Finally got myself a taxi!! BROKEN AIR CONDITIONER.<br />1:50pm - Arrived at Sto. Domingo church.<br /><br />With no breakfast and lunch, decided to have KFC.<br />(By this time wala na akong pake sa mga nangyayari sa'kin)<br />2:00pm - Ran to KFC, tripped right in front of the customers.<br />2:05pm - Ordered a Twister Meal. Twister was for 5mins.<br />2:15pm - No Twister yet. Drink ALL GONE.<br />2:25pm - Nomnomnom-ing my Twister..... SPILLED SAUCE ON MY DRESS.<br />2:30pm - ELECTRICITY WENT OUT.<br />2:40pm - Decided to go upstairs to wash my dress.. Upstairs was closed. So washed my dress in the bathroom downstairs. No mirror. Smelly. Yucky.<br />2:50pm - While scrubbing my dress, RANDOM PERSON OPENS DOOR. No lock.<br />3:00pm - Went back to the ceremony with a wet dress.<br /><br />3:00pm-4:00pm - Long and hot graduation inside the church with no electricity.<br />4:30pm - Decided to eat out.<br />4:45pm - Stepped out the car. Stepped on wet plastic.<br />5:45pm - Went to Office Warehouse. Opened the door and TWISTED MY WRIST.<br />6pm - HOME FTW.<br />6:30pm-7pm - ♥ ♥ ♥<br /><br /><br />Yes, I know.<br />:)</span>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-45013302210059373482010-03-31T22:01:00.000-07:002010-04-01T00:37:55.673-07:00Hell weeks turn Holy.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">It's been quite a while now. Everything's just been so crazy lately. It's school. Yeah, school. Nothing else. I can't even explain what it did to me. It's like my whole world turned into this huge ball of STRESS. No sleep, no food intake, no social life, no nothing. Or yeah maybe. I kind of gained a few (or maybe more than that) zits.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">When I say Hell weeks, I meant that literally. The heat + stress + mood of people around you make it a lot worse. But I'd have to say. <u>You wouldn't know the difference between terrible and great if you haven't experienced both yet.</u> So together with my weeks of doom, I had my awesome moments too.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">There's the life changing Paramore Concert.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh84pxljbxrsKiQP2w_CV7oMzHiXtwoPGzT-GEhlB-kkEcfROmpwohenFLZUrdqOfjDmxduDpcnR_jaUOVGnlCDHPp7REAFFJEOu6zAj4APX38toCVL5TTeuloWD4Ff4Mp_fpp4Cpwfdw8/s320/DSC00432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455058491107773826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">There's finally being a member of</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">UP CRAdLe (Children's Rights Advocates League).</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqTYtrNgYaIzkg_vPG2lTp6Bzus74vtwbr2zd2nqLQJfGUvKYf40aq92DKZ2co37CvX-GHNMawnwSGsyIX-E1jboU1epJmHjqP6sgsAfsG19yS4N-aGo0nNZvuXvVfuyZC_1jEmAmIb0o/s320/24334_106782039350677_100000566431799_154205_1903381_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455059117616239010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">And there's being elected as Chairperson of</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">UP CD Circle (Community Development Circle).</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj00xrTq9Z6lmfIBMUe25pAwYcS64zWL74PZTzdETkpgavMXRkeVKlaUcyRhQ4ug3pJicfKLrt0Va27_psW1bnbagc4v6gfW0SuH60_0AdSjLrwGrbFj13uE7yi6iaaihLYoLAGLajsfMw/s320/24079_1285938463680_1086709974_30787537_2184851_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455059914460266034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">(Together with me the 2 other officers. Haha.)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I feel rather great for not killing myself after all these weeks. I went gaga all over, but hey, I'm still alive and kicking! Tama yung sinasabi nila. <i>That if you just make yourself feel that you're happy, you will be</i>. It worked for me. Although hindi nawala yung nababaliw ka na sa kakaisip because you feel that all your brain cells have vanished into thin air. It's just moments like these that I can finally say.... IT WAS ALL WORTH IT. (I wish. Kasi wala pang grades. Haha.)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So today, it's Maundy Thursday and it's the time I should start reflecting on all the blessings I've received recently. Holy Week never fails to make me feel a lot better. I think it's fate that my hell week ended yesterday. It's time to open up my heart again to that Somebody who's always been there for me.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Nothing more to say. Just maybe want to do a series of thank you's. First to UP Community Development Circle for giving me their trust. Nagulat ako sa results ng votes. Walang nag-abstain. I am stunned. I'm still a bit scared and all that, but I feel that maybe it's me and my organization's time to shine. It's time we prove some people wrong. Second, to UP CRAdLe and Rea for the warm-welcome and encouragement. And Lastly, to my mom and my friends who never stopped helping out. <b>So para akong nagspeech?<i> Feel na feel?</i></b> Hahahaha! That's it.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">My quote for the semester:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">"First they ignore you, then they laugh at</span></span></i></span></div><span class="UIStory_Message"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;">you, then they fight you, then you win."</span></span></i></span></div></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="UIStory_Message"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">- Gandhi</span></span></span></h3></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-5133950597813155612010-03-11T08:06:00.000-08:002010-03-11T09:13:49.923-08:00The good in goodbye. When did it ever make sense?<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">My best friend left for Australia way back after high school graduation. I feel we've drifted apart. We still update each other of course. Exchanging of e-mails, facebook updates, etc. But it's never been the same. It's not the same without hanging out after school hours on the school benches or late-nights phone calls that take up hours. She'd admit that too, I'm pretty sure.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">And tomorrow, another close friend of mine is leaving. Not for good, but for a pretty long time. Too long for a girl like me who counts on him to make me smile in times of stagnation.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Tomorrow, I'd be sitting beside someone else in class.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I'm happy for him for finally deciding to go. It's not everyday that you'd have to give up something you truly love for something you just feel you had to do, but you weren't so sure about it. I'm glad he made a choice.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><i>Alam kong hate na hate niya ang pagiging mushy at emo ko, but I will just have to say all these. Mamimiss ko siya. Alam niya na yun kasi ilang beses ko na din sinabi sa kanya. Hindi ko siya best friend or boyfriend or anything. Friend. Nothing more, nothing less. That's the beauty of it. Bihira lang ang lalaking ganyan sa buhay ko. Maybe that's why I like being with him so much. Ang nakakatawa, hindi niya ako literal na tinutulungan sa mga problema ko, pero madalas sa kanya parin ako humihingi ng tulong. Wala siyang advice or hug, WALA. Ang palaging pang-lutas niya sa mga problema ko, joke na super corny, pick-up line, katangahan, or sariling kwento niya, hindi sapilitang advice. Syempre minsan nakakagago din kapag sobrang hagulgol ever na ko tas magpapatawa lang siya. Pero nakakatawa parin kahit nakakagago. Hahaha. Madami akong mamimiss for a year. Pick-up lines, FIC bonding, Cello's bonding, doodles during class, never-ending sermons, etc. Di ko din alam what's so special about him, but he's a really good friend that's kind of hard to let go. The boy/man na sobrang totoo, malapit kay Papa God, may paninindigan, matalino.... Mayabang, epal, feeling, chismoso, etc., is someone who makes me glad I got into UP. Kahit palagi niya akong inaaway at nilalait at kahit wala siyang pake minsan, I still love him and I'll miss him and his kulot hair.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Last Saturday we had dinner and when I got home, I realized that I've been so much into not letting him go because I'll miss him and I can't be all smiles without him. I didn't really think about him now did I? I thought about myself. So pano nga naman siya? Now, I can absolutely say that I'm glad he's going and I wish him all the luck. Same goes for my best friend.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">It makes sense. <b>We only part to meet again.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><i>Roger</i></b>, ingat sa Korea.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><i>Mae</i></b>, I miss you so.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-10066206518727161642010-03-05T07:50:00.000-08:002010-03-05T08:10:56.837-08:00Minsan, I fail at everything.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;">Sumali org namin sa contest kanina. Tapos may egg catching. Tapos super layo na namin nung partner ko sa isa't-isa. Nung hinagis niya yung egg, tumakbo ako para habulin..... Sinalo ko using my head. LITERAL. Sobrang kadiri kasi ang lagkit ng buhok ko. Pero sa totoo lang, yung mga ganitong experience ang mahirap kalimutan. Hahaha. Ang fun. XD</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">--------------------------</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;">Well anyway, this will be a pretty short entry. I just wanted to blog out what I feel right now. As in ngayon na ngayon na. As I said sa former entry, I have no self-esteem, no self-confidence. No nothing. So now I shall prove it to you.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I am anxious, bothered, and disturbed about UP CRAdLe's formal interview for us applicants on Monday, about being a possible Chair for CD Circle, about Roger leaving the country, about major failing an exam, etc. FML. :'(</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ayoko na. Pakamatay na ko. /wrist Lol joke. I don't even know if I deserve to watch the concert on the 9th and the 15th anymore.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I am such a joke. Di ko alam kung ano nakikita sakin ng mga tao. Guys, seriously. WALA KAYONG MAPAPALA SA ISANG KATULAD KO. Take it from me.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-18132058384280853902010-02-25T05:55:00.000-08:002010-02-25T08:14:40.972-08:00Spin.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhajKH-oo6an4-eS4kYzAYruPzdUz9uLxY5lu9gE60Vn_ICI8uVqr_LTqXp7IkfsqEjqcFTrsTF1O3vAYiAxKMchNa2_iOhSm9Ma6eoSjtz8P-Xg293Z8WIpn2pp3_fPS0rwhzXR6WrG6M/s1600-h/22337_104733096222238_100000566431799_126615_4467967_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhajKH-oo6an4-eS4kYzAYruPzdUz9uLxY5lu9gE60Vn_ICI8uVqr_LTqXp7IkfsqEjqcFTrsTF1O3vAYiAxKMchNa2_iOhSm9Ma6eoSjtz8P-Xg293Z8WIpn2pp3_fPS0rwhzXR6WrG6M/s320/22337_104733096222238_100000566431799_126615_4467967_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442213290212101890" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Para lang may picture. Hahaha.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Me behind the mask behind the mask.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">(Yes. Dalawang mask. Wag niyo na i-gets. Ang emo eh.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Been wanting to write about so many stuff lately. Mostly about school. School being... Not bad. I've been going past my body's limits since the year started. <u>NOT part of the plan.</u> I sleep past midnight and wake up after 3 or 4 hours of sleep. I cram all my school work, and when I say all... I MEAN ALL OF THEM. I do them a day or a few hours before deadline. Lethargic, indifferent -- ME. I don't even know what keeps me from doing them at the right time. I can be diligent. I just know it. :></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">That being said, <b>I'm a friggin college scholar </b>(for last semester). Wudupp~ And, no. No benefits or anything. Just the title. Ewan. I'm the kind of person who's not really good at anything. Or maybe I'm still looking for something to be good at. But right now, there's nothing. <i><b>I'm not smart. I'm not talented. I'm not anything.</b></i>(<- This is me being very confident about myself). Being college scholar doesn't really make me feel like anything or anybody. <i>Chamba lang</i> -- That's what I felt. My first semester subjects were actually kind of easy (not to be boastful or anything). Eh seriously, if you were me who took those subjects, you'd get university scholar. No questions asked. I mean, what is it with my brain that doesn't get the point? I try so hard to study for certain exams and get an "okay" grade while a classmate hardly reads anything for it and gets the top score. It's not fair. I wouldn't call myself dumb or stupid, but I won't call myself smart either. Or maybe I CAN call myself stupid... Or bobo. Hahahaha. WELL... Since I know deep inside me that this college scholar title would never again be entitled to me, maybe susulitin ko na lang. Once in a lifetime. Yup. ONCE.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Also, I find myself overreacting about very useless things and not caring about things I'm actually supposed to care about. Gets? No? Yes? Yeah. I'm not a "no" kind of person and I hate it when no means leaving a good friendship behind. Fck that. :( </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ate Angel told me this yesterday, <i>"Alam mo Pau, ang sweet sweet mo talaga! Parang wala kang problema. Napaka-carefree mong klase ng tao. Nakakagaan ng loob."</i> Even though I would say that the only thing she said right was that I was sweet, I'd still love it if people saw me this way. Seriously. Kahit magiging plastik ang dating ko, at least I know I make people feel light about life. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Aaaaaaaaaand looking at the brighter side of life, 2 weeks before the Paramore concert! \m/ And I might be watching Owl City too! Now that's what I call zeh good life! :D</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b>Hindi talento ang pagiging maganda.</b></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></i></div></div>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-23556713277058851492010-02-14T08:58:00.000-08:002010-02-14T10:10:01.381-08:00Celebrating?<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><u style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Death</u></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />I turned my back. Squinted my eyes. Took hold of my phone. Checked the time -- <span style="font-style: italic;">7:53am</span>. Then read my message -- Mommy Pig: <span style="font-style: italic;">"The Lord has finally heard the cry of our beloved Jose Luis. He got his wings at 7:25 this morning. Let us pray for his eternal happiness." </span>I usually go back to sleep after reading my morning messages. But after this one, I couldn't even close my eyes for a single second.<br /><br />I wouldn't call him our family priest or anything. But he did change our lives. Everything about our lives he turned upside-down.... <span style="font-weight: bold;">but right-side up.</span> With one conversation, he managed to convince my mom to enter into this life of spirit. From <u>wealth to no money, no home, no nothing</u>. <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Just us.</span> Jose Luis was a man who knew what love really meant. He always knew what to say -- even though he was aware it would hurt us. He was a man -- worshipped, adored, praised. <span style="font-style: italic;">To all of us, he was a saint. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">But to him, he was just another sinner saved by God.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We now celebrate his birth into the new life.</span><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Brother's and Beer</u></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Been drunk for 3 straight nights now. But I assure you, this has absolutely nothing to do with valentines day. I just missed it I guess. I missed the times wherein I didn't have to worry about what people would say about me. Basically, I DIDN'T WANT TO CARE. But then again, being drunk never made me escape the real life. I wake up in the morning and find my self... Worrying about what I said or did the night before. Oh fucker. Ha-Ha.<br /><br />My younger brother saved me from getting caught the 2nd night. And the older one, well, he celebrated his birthday. That's it.<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Valentines Day</u></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Three of my guy friends went on a secret mission for this day. They bought roses for all us girl friends. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Realization:</span> <u>Hindi pa extinct ang mga lalaking hinahanap ng maraming babae.</u><br /><br />A friend gave me roses and chocolates. My insights on this is.. Ewan. I really appreciate it. Although... Basta. Hahahaha? Ha? Ha? =))<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">On Being Emo.</u></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />I feel left out. I don't belong anywhere in the world I got myself into. Everything about it is just wrong. Hindi ko din alam. Until now, my course title is still haunting me. This is not what I want. <span style="font-style: italic;">But why am I here?</span> Who wants this for me anyway? The only thing I know, this was never part of the plan.. <span style="font-style: italic;">Never will be. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" >"Weeping may remain for a night,</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" >but rejoicing comes in the morning.</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" >"</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /></span></div>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-27683146009961586632010-02-07T08:20:00.000-08:002010-02-07T16:24:40.764-08:00Hop hop hop.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Life has been great the past few days. I've been really busy (and happy) with stuff I am absolutely NOT suppose to prioritize. But anyway. What's done is done. Haha. XD</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Thursday.</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> Two of my friends (whom must I say I haven't seen since the year started) visited me in school. Plan was, it was JUST LUNCH and then I attend my afternoon classes. Apparently, we were all an hour late so medyo nabitin kami in the morning. Which of course ended up... Me not attending all of my classes. Well... Totoo naman. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Minsan ko lang sila makasama. Eh ang klase, palagi kong pinapasukan.</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> Lame excuse, Pau. Whatever. :)) Went around UP, ate lots of random food (Rodic's tapsilog, FIC ice cream, Mang Larry's isaw, and mango shakes), semi-shoot ng tanghaling tapat (</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">kami na ang naligo sa pawis at ako na ang kadiri ang paa nun dahil naka tsinelas lang ako</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">), and apparently, they had very liberating stories to tell me. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMNI12RomfxbB1rpMbCvNR2_d84Z9AJ_lXJehXXbmItNSLuoxsFmpb2QLAberKp6HnVJYMnHL-2bQvtL7jdXLScjnaOYO08qi3o254TDPBmnlcVnEVtgGiPJJCSKqxwZSIHq-nNIr9uUU/s1600-h/20231_1230547323031_1209549350_30684390_865323_n.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMNI12RomfxbB1rpMbCvNR2_d84Z9AJ_lXJehXXbmItNSLuoxsFmpb2QLAberKp6HnVJYMnHL-2bQvtL7jdXLScjnaOYO08qi3o254TDPBmnlcVnEVtgGiPJJCSKqxwZSIHq-nNIr9uUU/s320/20231_1230547323031_1209549350_30684390_865323_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435540253371819090" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Friday.</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> I cut my first class. YEY ME. But I was really happy to get the chance to talk to my good ol' friend </span></span><a href="http://karoger.wordpress.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Roger</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">. Na *ehem ehem* medyo busy with his good ol' life. We were supposed to talk about this case study presentation but we of course, ended up na nag-chichikahan lang. We had some catching up to do. Lame excuse. AGAIN. :)) But that's what made my day complete. NAKS NAMAN! UTOOOOT. =))</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Saturday.</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> Morning, I attended the SDP Teaching Program graduation. Afternoon, attended</span></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> THE CRAZIEST BEST PHOTO SHOOT EVER</span></span></span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> (by </span></span><a href="http://missingthings.livejournal.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sandra Dans</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">). At around 7pm, went to Cham's birthday dinner at Agave SM North. Then slept over at Nicki's to watch some awesome Modern Family. 8D</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRtgg2UspSi4NXfSIj4tb6lKJ8BVlzp-ET9f2I_WW-lxqvzvieA5u9tNYtVBCFcTN76_7puFswk97K02I0TIBrYbnflmUynu_mBcMs3v-BUerxYtxoCnc9D19rv6-s-MuuafGcD92NZPk/s1600-h/20258_471931340577_906670577_10979891_426351_n.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRtgg2UspSi4NXfSIj4tb6lKJ8BVlzp-ET9f2I_WW-lxqvzvieA5u9tNYtVBCFcTN76_7puFswk97K02I0TIBrYbnflmUynu_mBcMs3v-BUerxYtxoCnc9D19rv6-s-MuuafGcD92NZPk/s320/20258_471931340577_906670577_10979891_426351_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435543591202427122" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhHeIO9_lnqSuR8yZH_gS3phK7khuAn4KnBYpR6c4cXlu-JxHKID774sHqtKC-pZDTAnusn0c0DjeWALU3AcS1w4SuqcvXocs3tPlneJRKZhF4A0hooOlrw5ovZOFqE3zSXg2McEUW5eE/s1600-h/19963_291988352482_511507482_3925756_868906_n.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhHeIO9_lnqSuR8yZH_gS3phK7khuAn4KnBYpR6c4cXlu-JxHKID774sHqtKC-pZDTAnusn0c0DjeWALU3AcS1w4SuqcvXocs3tPlneJRKZhF4A0hooOlrw5ovZOFqE3zSXg2McEUW5eE/s320/19963_291988352482_511507482_3925756_868906_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435543598507183730" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhHeIO9_lnqSuR8yZH_gS3phK7khuAn4KnBYpR6c4cXlu-JxHKID774sHqtKC-pZDTAnusn0c0DjeWALU3AcS1w4SuqcvXocs3tPlneJRKZhF4A0hooOlrw5ovZOFqE3zSXg2McEUW5eE/s1600-h/19963_291988352482_511507482_3925756_868906_n.jpg"></a></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD6u8Ll67kIOJ1BP2ThN1xXP0ajhZ8Jp5A-LMS9s5FN_iPFuVrpAU-piNLAGmpAzu8W6W8FYng-FJru_vamMJQ8RJ-yVBQP7p1Gv1bGef8ywAdjH2xR8crGr9ck82Q4zZ5T7OlDf8rsyQ/s1600-h/19963_291988997482_511507482_3925813_6997581_n.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD6u8Ll67kIOJ1BP2ThN1xXP0ajhZ8Jp5A-LMS9s5FN_iPFuVrpAU-piNLAGmpAzu8W6W8FYng-FJru_vamMJQ8RJ-yVBQP7p1Gv1bGef8ywAdjH2xR8crGr9ck82Q4zZ5T7OlDf8rsyQ/s320/19963_291988997482_511507482_3925813_6997581_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435543605158408178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Sunday. Woke up at noon. Watched 3 more episodes of Modern Family (</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">"</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">You have something that belongs to me.... MY HEART."</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> HAHAHAHA. Okay sorry). Walked to Magnolia for some awesome ice cream. Attended mass (at least half of it). Had weekly dinner at Lola's house. And watched another incredible movie by Disney... </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">THE PRINCESS AND THE FROG YO!!! </span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So now.... I'm all sick and I still gots lots of stuff to do tomorrow like 2 reports, 3 journals, and a book drive project for this org I'm applying for. GREAT. But it's all gooooooooood. :> Just felt like sharing this awesome weekend with everybody. I hope ya'll had a good one too. ;)</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#336666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">♫ You gotta dig a little deeper ♪</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#336666;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">-The Princess and the Frog</span></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#336666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></i></span></span></span></div>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-84044634885972371602010-02-03T02:32:00.000-08:002010-02-04T03:32:03.314-08:00Babae po ako.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">GRABE. It's that time of the month again. And wow lang. Naaawa ako sa lahat ng nakasalamuha ko ngayong araw na to. Last night, I was making my illustration for EDR121 when mom came in and stood right behind me. I hate it when people do that. I HATE THAT. I hate it when people stand right next to me while I read or write or type or draw. So I kind of pushed her away and... Nagtampo siya. :| MEAN ME. Then today, I was one hell of an introvert. I didn't approach anybody or when somebody talked to me, I'd either just nod or shrug. What a bitch. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">TAPOS. My EDR121 partner is kind of... Well actually he IS dyslexic and medyo ewan ko lang ha.. ADHD ata (my own hypothesis). But he's okay. He's kind and very diligent. Pero madaldal siya and his voice is really loud that even though he's whispering, dinig ng buong klase yung sinasabi niya. Then as usual, I sat beside him today. Pero... <i>Medyo nairita ako sa kanya ngayon. </i>MEDYO LANG NAMAN. Coz he kept on talking and making side comments there beside me even though I wasn't responding to anything he was saying. And tell you what. NAGKASABAY PA KAMI SA JEEP. Tas di ko din siya kinakausap. :| But nung bababa na siya, nag-bye naman ako. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">But still. When I got home.. I really felt bad for treating him that way. I'm not normally like this. I'm patient with people but the stupid sun was too high today and this week just had to be that time of the month. Demmit. HORMONES.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">The only good thing about having this visitor is that I can make it an excuse sa bahay kung bakit ako masungit. I know, I know. Treating people badly is only up to me. Not my hormones. Nyeeee.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-60851650843935373942010-01-30T00:17:00.000-08:002010-01-30T01:21:17.764-08:00Ako na ang malupet.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Hindi ako yung tipo ng taong mahilig magsabi ng mga naranasan ko sa buhay na napaka-ouch in full detail. Pero parang feel ko ngayon. Bakit? Ewan. Napaka-deep lang siguro ng usapan namin ng kaklase ko kagabi. At napaisip lang ako... Ano kaya ang kalagayan ng buhay ko ngayon kapag di nangyari ang lahat ng ito sa akin? Walang thrill. Boring.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><u>Ang tatay kong malupet.</u></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ang tatay ko ay isa sa mga pinaka-cool na tatay sa buong mundo. Seryoso. Ang dami niyang shades. Iba't-ibang klase, iba't-ibang kulay. Kung manamit siya, bagets kung bagets! Jogging pants, tight-fitted shirts... Sexy! Ang buhok niya, puti na. Yes. PUTI LAHAT. Minsan mukhang yellow. Minsan mukhang gold. Pero ang alam ko, puti talaga yun eh. Take note: Mas mahaba pa ang buhok niya sa buhok ko. Bale, napponytail niya na ito. Proud siya. Ang da best factor tungkol sa kanya kaya siya cool ay malapit na siya mag 50yrs old... At nag dodota parin siya. YES BOYS. <b>DOTA</b>. Adik siya sa dota. Photographer, Computer Artist. <i>Cool kung cool talaga e.</i> Pero minsan, hindi yun ang nagiging basehan ko kung bakit siya malupet (in a good or bad way). <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">Malupet siya kasi may iba na siyang pamilya.</span> Matagal na yun. Pagkatapos pa ko ilabas ng nanay ko. Benta nga eh. Hiwalay na sila nuon, pero sinundan pa ko ng dalawa. Hahahaha. Wala lang daw. Boring nga naman kasi pag dalawa lang kami ng kuya ko. Ako ang pinaka nagrebelde sa hiwalayan na ito. Nagwala ang aking kalandian at katamaran nung hayskul (paminsan kahit ngayon college). Pero okay lang. Good girl na ko ngayon. Sana, si Daddy din... Good boy na. 19yrs old na ko. Di parin siya natatauhan.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><u>Ang nanay kong malupet.</u></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Si Mama, malaki ang paniniwala sa <i>"What God has joined together, let man not separate.”</i> Ako din. Sa ilang taon ko nang pamumuhay, alam na alam ko na yan. Pero nagalit parin ako sa tatay ko. Hanggang ngayon, galit ako. Hindi lang ako yung tipo na nagsasabi ng nararamdaman sa taong kinauukulan. Haha. Eh ang nanay ko? Ay. Wala. Matagal niya nang napatawad si Daddy. Bukas na bukas ang pinto sa bahay namin at sa puso niya sa araw na magbabago si Dad. Hanggang ngayon, tuwing nandito si Daddy isang araw sa isang linggo, si Mama pa ang naglalagay ng toothpaste sa toothrush niya at si Mama pa ang naglalagay ng kanin sa plato niya. Talk about henyo? Nope. Hindi siya henyo. Hindi siya martyr. Ang Mama ko, isang halimbawa ng taong nagmamahal. Unconditionally. Marunong magpatawad.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><b><u>Ang ex-boyfriend kong walang kasing lupet.</u></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Eto na yun eh. <i>Like father and mother, like daughter and her boyfriend.</i> Ako naman kasi si magaling. Boboyfriend boyfriend, di naman alam ang kalokohang pinapasok. Mang-uunder ng boyfriend, magguilty, tapos magpapaunder para makabawi. Ang dami dami ko daw kasing kasalanan sa kanya. Ginawa ko lahat ng bawal. Kinakausap ko mga kabarkada kong lalaki, mga kaklase kong lalaki, nagshshorts ako sa labas, natutulog ako ng umaga na, <i>NAGPIPINTA AKO NG KUKO KO</i>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><b>Bawal</b></span>. Ang sama sama ko noh? Pero inayos ko naman. <b>Kung ayaw mo, edi wag ko.</b> Ginawa ko lahat. Pero di parin siya nakuntento. Hanggang dumating ang oras na hindi na siya nakapigil. Masyado ba siyang nagalit? O hindi lang siya makatiis bilang lalaki? Madami paring tanong sa utak ko hanggang ngayon. Bakit nga ba. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">Bakit siya nang BLUETOOTH ng iba. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">ANG LUPET NIYA.</span></b> Matino akong babae. <i>V na V pa.</i> <b>Kung ang hanap niya ay yung laspag na, WHY NAT COCONAT.</b> I stand my ground. Hindi ako papatol hangga't hindi ako handa. Oo, minahal ko siya. Ewan. Unconditionally nga ba? Ang alam ko lang, sinubukan ko maging katulad ni Mama. Pero hindi ko pa kaya. <i>Bata pa nga ako. Baby pa.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Nakakainis. Ang galing ng tadhana at kinailangan niyang iparamdam sakin yung sakit ng pagiging resulta ng dalawang lalaking MALUPET. Pero bakit? Ang sabi nila, hangga't di ko pa natututunang mapatawad si Itay ng buong buo, mangyayari't mangyayari ito sa akin. Ang iba naman, kahit sino daw may kahinaan. At nagkataon lang na ang dalawang pinaka importanteng lalaki sa buhay ko ay pareho ng <i>"weakness"</i>.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Ang say ko naman, WHY ME? BAKIT ME? WHY AKO?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Kasi hindi ako katulad ng malupet kong Mama.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Di pa ako marunong magmahal tulad niya.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Yan ang goal ko. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">Ang maging katulad ni Mama.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-30369800293886102722010-01-24T17:46:00.000-08:002010-01-25T06:36:05.781-08:00Kung wala sila, Paano na tayo?<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I've gone to Tagaytay for a lot of times now.</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Ever since I was a kid, I always sat at the window seat going there and coming back so I would</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> be able to see the view of the fields. Until before th</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">is</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> weekend,</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> the only</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> thing I knew about them fields was that they were r</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">eally lovely and </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">gr</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">een and</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> wide a</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">nd everything there was DELISYOSO.</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">But what was </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">going on behind those exquisite fields?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">That's wha</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">t I didn't know</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">That's what EVERYBODY ELS</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">E did</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">n't know.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYVLjpde_QWGxemm8l9CmyuPwD-p8Yr7VOKDZqIHtv4ph5BAmRXjZm6B9zeLkf-tZOg_fcirnWkhaGRmp4uz4JwtuFfUsq4SObh-ntZWb3N4MJ5fByzH_gkfKrOtlI77MfoyTBuZTSYUQ/s1600-h/Image1125.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYVLjpde_QWGxemm8l9CmyuPwD-p8Yr7VOKDZqIHtv4ph5BAmRXjZm6B9zeLkf-tZOg_fcirnWkhaGRmp4uz4JwtuFfUsq4SObh-ntZWb3N4MJ5fByzH_gkfKrOtlI77MfoyTBuZTSYUQ/s320/Image1125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430617042253246866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >"Pinagyayaman namin ang lupang ito bilang mga magsasaka</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >D</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >ito kami nabubuhay. Pero hanggang kailan</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >?"<br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">This is the question the people of Brgy. Lumil in Silang, Cavite hav</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">e been asking al</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">l their lives. The only thing </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">that kept them alive was</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> this l</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">and</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">. This land that fed them, brought them to school, gave them she</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">lter... T</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">hey didn't really ask for more. But that wasn't enough reason for some. Not enoug</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">h basis to stop others to take it away from them. Some didn't understand</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> that on</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">ce they took this land for themselves, a lot </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">of families would l</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">ose everything they have. </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">A</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">nd wh</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">en I say everything.. <span style="font-weight: bold;">I meant that literally</span>.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">How could some people not see the</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> beauty of thes</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">e lands? <span style="font-style: italic;">Anong gagawin nila?</span> Put up factories and villages on</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">ce they take hold? Ok</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">ay</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">. Do that. But what will they do with the families? The farmers? THE CHILDREN? Oh I know. They'll tell them they'll relocate them and give them jobs.... <span style="font-weight: bold;">Th</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >at's p</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">ure bull.</span> There's no security in that. <span style="font-style: italic;">They don't realize what beauty t</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >h</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >ey're taking away. </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Not only from these farmers, but from all of us.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><u>What beauty?</u></span><br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">Those luscious pineapples.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYR-JPF8qFrreEgNp52MwD9hfwCIRUndoJNpRNUgyCSqfiAq_rM0-Vl-UOdlRa5qWPGk2JjyniwZGbxInfqmhMTf7HKmq1oW52hVr-JHMusTBLxfHoHPTgWK6pQF9vuSXVDTsM4n6AXMY/s1600-h/Image1049.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYR-JPF8qFrreEgNp52MwD9hfwCIRUndoJNpRNUgyCSqfiAq_rM0-Vl-UOdlRa5qWPGk2JjyniwZGbxInfqmhMTf7HKmq1oW52hVr-JHMusTBLxfHoHPTgWK6pQF9vuSXVDTsM4n6AXMY/s320/Image1049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430643214438018978" border="0" /></a></div> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Mouth-watering fresh buko.</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWM5R3c0WOMQtEu33APwXqgIzcJp1VgJEXdMX0UqsLUqncW3fchaBM0EIO7tSAU0h-4J-bijaFtHjmpNEysIPaIra3LkPPrcuKbXCGwkMTAlnggjTqyPOYAbDo53jp8VrAXaoeAA1TvOQ/s1600-h/20670_270407492489_724307489_3220499_798101_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWM5R3c0WOMQtEu33APwXqgIzcJp1VgJEXdMX0UqsLUqncW3fchaBM0EIO7tSAU0h-4J-bijaFtHjmpNEysIPaIra3LkPPrcuKbXCGwkMTAlnggjTqyPOYAbDo53jp8VrAXaoeAA1TvOQ/s320/20670_270407492489_724307489_3220499_798101_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430646290725714402" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Delicious food.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Lalo na pag kinamay at nasa dahon ng saging. Nom~<br /></span> <a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpQCwWqUeBE77m2YLqnMUBipT-kuhBrFhU4aNeNqhTbOHusySmveV2vwVP2C0DxTWwEHQeVuUu3ZnSC8LeH4nhUsHkdjSgbRx4jQLr7XSpIZ7bw-Yyj6qv7OISu3BfVPgxArWgCaQP04o/s1600-h/Image1062.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpQCwWqUeBE77m2YLqnMUBipT-kuhBrFhU4aNeNqhTbOHusySmveV2vwVP2C0DxTWwEHQeVuUu3ZnSC8LeH4nhUsHkdjSgbRx4jQLr7XSpIZ7bw-Yyj6qv7OISu3BfVPgxArWgCaQP04o/s320/Image1062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430644263250627698" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2f3QUF5vIawHITOI-jWC6XDPv5VUXFBKhn7oMfnN_VptCRJysv04OiR85nG1a1hBB8Aw8PlCilKXtJhMaXZ4lpfEvNc22jl2BLZmUEsosZG1Mq4I5Ho0sm_h95R5tUfC2ab4A94LWnF0/s1600-h/20670_270441062489_724307489_3220689_1028650_n.jpg"> <img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2f3QUF5vIawHITOI-jWC6XDPv5VUXFBKhn7oMfnN_VptCRJysv04OiR85nG1a1hBB8Aw8PlCilKXtJhMaXZ4lpfEvNc22jl2BLZmUEsosZG1Mq4I5Ho0sm_h95R5tUfC2ab4A94LWnF0/s320/20670_270441062489_724307489_3220689_1028650_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430644368703997730" border="0" /></a> <div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><br />Those innocent and happy children.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPuW8aJjnkSIvaMcaLld7JtEuW9Odg3z7ONpL7QpmzBgZBgiHBhwFdeKqc76ptQLVbmGFWq4HsBEb86CNTbmNPHSOwuuJLIW7dJI3QS9ODSzPJbV14VaiP90DpzrflX8O64_Z7Fjvs7Uc/s1600-h/20670_270407107489_724307489_3220460_6001442_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 137px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPuW8aJjnkSIvaMcaLld7JtEuW9Odg3z7ONpL7QpmzBgZBgiHBhwFdeKqc76ptQLVbmGFWq4HsBEb86CNTbmNPHSOwuuJLIW7dJI3QS9ODSzPJbV14VaiP90DpzrflX8O64_Z7Fjvs7Uc/s320/20670_270407107489_724307489_3220460_6001442_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430649318667451762" border="0" /> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDxrD67i-E_COatEg2NzXsqbUqnSBYSGssfDpRp82sFdPIsrzATDnNIHKLwTPy4uXAlX_pb5Ll_QYPiOAhVZljKnOaYqmxZ-CBTEZtVoVZk9VMaWFfIAF8V0r3ERE6AaMi8kn9ePxOEGQ/s1600-h/Image1134.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 189px; height: 147px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8YXM88dvg8hO9mobmrWUbVVVb2NQG8KIVW3d0J2DTzZoAXgungq8GgBJ-DoJ9E0uez-oQbYyO5cF8SX3cYecyGxGVyK2QkQbCEBp6EPK11Ub08ZEqVuSlexsguVbkCvGTO_Q5DdSq51w/s320/Image1144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430651288741416434" border="0" /> </a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hardworking men.</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Iu9guBBDpmOxCkvnLO6b3r49pASfJNagIu1vwmIjQHP6fFKESxC8tbjeDRTwDivifgZP4aQOh4MIi8U3rBcyKHJ14nMD7rB79_Tcge-9SOcIbFTqgD9f6waopbqTsdhDFru6ezftMmo/s1600-h/20670_270406647489_724307489_3220406_8199196_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 109px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Iu9guBBDpmOxCkvnLO6b3r49pASfJNagIu1vwmIjQHP6fFKESxC8tbjeDRTwDivifgZP4aQOh4MIi8U3rBcyKHJ14nMD7rB79_Tcge-9SOcIbFTqgD9f6waopbqTsdhDFru6ezftMmo/s320/20670_270406647489_724307489_3220406_8199196_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430653424774169650" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYmCVF3ufY3B1kDnQmnIAHhHX4B3By7rrjjll8WR9V_TYJ_jaMbNMy6Ii9SUDI8Yn478V9ccOXicJUGxxDylPYtGkhPhVLtfFW6tVIRKzn6Y5wdXpB3vGt6Z89OfnDM1vcM-YWNqjmGq0/s1600-h/20670_270406772489_724307489_3220420_4994436_n.jpg"> </a><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyZvYYgRMknaitwkV2BG-Xx2BLrmOsUoZL8_MFocCox08rxPYIUwW86EVb2taDvDdKZOuMJ69I6zbC0cwrT6YaNq_gUmZMyYjqV06mq1XkiC0AnACiIFbj6_k2GJq9ODGUCZO5Bii7DTA/s1600-h/20670_270406797489_724307489_3220423_6000766_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 255px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfKodUprp2WZjQK-GzgY5Z7A57_64VywognWTwySpIBL4majLmqEau9o2nvqGGGawtJfmF8QG8yFCk4zLzCrrRAwXjfGrCe0Pm3xKODWEzDc71pit4Yi9zL927c31aFG7oVLHby2t1Tbs/s320/20670_270440897489_724307489_3220669_804979_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430654648936263314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I tried this kind of living. It wasn't easy. Nope. Not at all. Waking up at 5am every morning to go up the mountains and work on the fields. I wouldn't even get up at that time if I had to pee!<br />It was amazing to live here.<br />I wouldn't exchange this experience for anything.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyKT_jxEta8exS8uBAnyUpxCuOpGGGZ7R3BX5RQhYu2bchpE31W0wq2OSLrJhxwK3uU0xnCG9V_0bCow_yYh6XZdoRmnUspL6u91_WoVY3zTmv9gLm1eI_ZmrHjCIf8jHjzNqF2yxrk3E/s1600-h/18556_107540442592365_100000092298075_191232_5620783_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyKT_jxEta8exS8uBAnyUpxCuOpGGGZ7R3BX5RQhYu2bchpE31W0wq2OSLrJhxwK3uU0xnCG9V_0bCow_yYh6XZdoRmnUspL6u91_WoVY3zTmv9gLm1eI_ZmrHjCIf8jHjzNqF2yxrk3E/s320/18556_107540442592365_100000092298075_191232_5620783_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430659171002267410" border="0" /> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp8SgicaoagvPb7WlNEfczSNqSIX48DfYrNne70DdP6wMBmrPIwL173GOTkV6LPwISwN74Em-JKjpx1cwlifWjOryiwECtrgxClfOTAHjy69qzmI1kZfUPGO-HlIn5C8U4B5Mr72FR28s/s1600-h/Image1127.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp8SgicaoagvPb7WlNEfczSNqSIX48DfYrNne70DdP6wMBmrPIwL173GOTkV6LPwISwN74Em-JKjpx1cwlifWjOryiwECtrgxClfOTAHjy69qzmI1kZfUPGO-HlIn5C8U4B5Mr72FR28s/s320/Image1127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430659163481496242" border="0" /> </a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN9GOoYeb1CBIXYD8o18v6aTl8o_wqvjrIIZtimesjmao91orTeEbiFgyngG0TkGZ_lNokweatSvJJnJ3yUcmXzOXIZaLA9l30b8MNNkgjTerQLrD3uGQtBBGkgsMeSLOka7owvyFMldU/s1600-h/20670_270440652489_724307489_3220643_3664191_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN9GOoYeb1CBIXYD8o18v6aTl8o_wqvjrIIZtimesjmao91orTeEbiFgyngG0TkGZ_lNokweatSvJJnJ3yUcmXzOXIZaLA9l30b8MNNkgjTerQLrD3uGQtBBGkgsMeSLOka7owvyFMldU/s320/20670_270440652489_724307489_3220643_3664191_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430659176385082914" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The only thing these farmers ask for is to let them stay. They're not asking for the whole land. They're just asking for that portion. There truly is no better life for this land. What can we do to help? Spread the word. These beautiful sceneries have something hidden behind them. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">A world full of struggles.</span> The trouble of these farmers is not only for them. It's our problem to solve too. Make a move. Change our world... Or at least, <span style="font-style: italic;">our country.</span> Just let those people realize what they're doing and what they're taking away. Without these farmers.. We have so much to lose. Let's not take that risk.</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >"Ang problema ng mga magsasaka, problema nating lahat."</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">-Kuya Abe, A youth farmer</span><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-80655641782264115282010-01-18T01:47:00.000-08:002010-01-18T04:15:41.026-08:00Counting stars to name your lies.<div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I never really expected this to be easy. To just close my eyes one night and wake up the next morning to sunshine and butterflies. <span style="font-style: italic;">That's called a dream. A happy ending.</span> Something actually very far from where I am standing now.</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Today, I found myself looking at you. Not the you that took me to paradise. But the you that's been haunting me day and night. The you that tore me apart. The you that I wasted and shed tears on.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><br /></div><div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsxxfoC9Stj2MqHA0-5KoumMf6TEJE2ZnlsnYB5sVogIKJNaRlH4chm3OBGmEVp5Mme27bihzioJseFpt1xETLXxyed4cNw1QkntnAsLl8Gg3M8KC29ZYwHLUGOzyl5dbEsm7utaDnFE8/s1600-h/DSCF3104.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsxxfoC9Stj2MqHA0-5KoumMf6TEJE2ZnlsnYB5sVogIKJNaRlH4chm3OBGmEVp5Mme27bihzioJseFpt1xETLXxyed4cNw1QkntnAsLl8Gg3M8KC29ZYwHLUGOzyl5dbEsm7utaDnFE8/s320/DSCF3104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428048630765030370" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">You promised me that we'll find this someday.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I did. But then after I did... I lost you.</span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" >Until now I still cannot believe this all had to happen... But it did. And as they always say, things do happen for a reason. A reason which we are to find out sooner or later. I'm really impatient that way. That whenever I see you, I beg God to please just lay down the cards and get it all over with. But he didn't do that. He taught me to stand on my own. The only thing i need to do is to repeat that to myself every single minute... <span style="font-style: italic;">"Just trying to teach you a lesson."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" >I have so much work to do for the week. I have 2 long exams, 4 papers, 2 presentations, and an exposure trip (plus plus). AND YES, fate just happen to make its way down my life TODAY to keep it rockin'. Thanks for that. Now I'd have to make MORE effort to keep my mind in my school work. HELLLLLLLL <span style="font-family:verdana;">YEAH~ And as I always say..... </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >LIFE'S AMAZING THIS WAY.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" ><span>P.S. Pwede niyo ako tawaging emo.</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" ><span>P.P.S.S. </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">Pero I believe lahat tayo may emo side.</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" ><span>P.P.P.S.S.S.</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" > Bawal kumontra. Hahaha.</span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-33381251783159508342010-01-17T08:05:00.000-08:002010-01-17T08:26:47.378-08:00Eh Ano?<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">YES. Something is definitely wrong with me. I'm happy in general. Pero may something eh. Haha. Weird. I've been having this feeling that people talk and say bad stuff about me behind my back (or feeling lang talaga ako? Hahaha). Ewan. It's strange but I'm kind of sensitive about these things. KIND OF. ANYWAY. Yeah. I think maybe its karma. Since I've been really mean and selfish recently. Inaaway ko mga taong wala namang ginagawang masama sa akin. TSK TSK. That's it. Lesson Learned.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">HAHAHAHAHAHA. Lamest entry on earth. K TNX BAI. :))</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-58510234607213511212010-01-01T00:44:00.000-08:002010-01-01T00:57:31.828-08:00Rule 32: Enjoy the Little Things.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm not really sure if a recap would be any good for me. But I'll try anyway.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I started last year with a blast. I had a boyfriend, a job, and... I uhh... Passed all my subjects (lol). I found a new family</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> at Sta. Mesa where I consider all the children as a part of me now. I got it through my last sem as a first year student in UP, not with flying colors, but I got through it. ;) I watched the movie of John Loyd and Sarah in the middle of the year with my mom. And I took theater classes du</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">ring summer, found new friends and learned just what I wanted to. <span style="font-weight: bold;">PETA rocked. \m/</span> I am now a godmother of three babies in a span of two years. I was taking medications for <u>9 out of 12 months</u> of this year. And oh, I fainted during a mass and got confined for three straight days. FIRST </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">TIME YO. I went to Baguio twice. Celebrated my VERY FIRST BOYFRIEND-ANNIVERSARY. I did relief operations with my friends and cousins for the victims of Ondoy. And oh wait! Me and my cousin, Nicki, got stuck in the middle of Philcoa for 7hours straight during that storm. I starred in a film thanks also to my cousin Nicki. Hahahaha. I counted the steps around the whole Engineering Complex (1,057). I got a bouquet from a Golden Wedding Anniversary, and got kissed by a stranger in 3 different parts of my face.... He's not really a stranger now. :D I cut my piggy bank open (plastic eh. so i didn't really have to break it). I auditioned for two things, turns out I'm still really not confident enough. I celebrated my birthday at an orphanage for the</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> first time... A<span style="font-style: italic;">nd I'm looking forward to doing it again</span>. :> I went to Bohol with of course, the Dans family. And it was awesome as always. Last but not the least... <span style="font-style: italic;">I got my heart broken,</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> BIG TIME</span>. That's the one thing I won't forget about last year.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Truth is, last year existed because of him. I re-read my planner this morning and I saw every page covered with drawing and doodles all about "those moments". I was seriously in love. And truth is, IT SUCKS. I can't believe I had to waste all that time for someone who's been tr</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">eating me like shit. But before I start this year, I just want to say, it sucked but I don't regret all of that happening. Atleast he made me happy. Nobody else would've done that the same way he did. Thanks Angelo.</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >ANYWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">LEZ DO THEZ PEOPLE.</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">HAP</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">PY NEW YEEEAAAAARRRR!!!!!!!! XD<br /><br /></span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><u>Resolutions (by priority):</u></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">10. Di pwede malate (school, meetings, hangouts, etc.)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">9. Control myself when I get hold of alcohol.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">8. Exercise (jog, bike, soccer, SIT-UPS, etc.) atleast twice a week.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">7. Read at least one book per month.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">6. Be a diligent student.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">5. DO NOT FALL INLOVE.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">4. Earn money.... <span style="font-style: italic;">AND SAVE IT.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">3. No oversleeping.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">2. Attend the tripod.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">1. Be a happy person.<br /><br /></span> </div> <span style="font-family:verdana;">How boring. Hahaha. Di naman masusunod. WELL A</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">TLEAST I TRYYYYYYY!!! :)) 9 and 10 are the last priorities kasi alam ko those are the ones which will be hard to do (especially by someone like me). I'm not saying na hindi na ako mage-effort. OFCOURSE I</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">'LL STILL TRY MY BEST. Ako pa. :><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlfQz4LW7Sd-epvEOznz-PYZOv7FnLmAtMBSj1bb7XDGSq4aOE7sEsIL46iLo7S3Tzj9SIOKMYW_E0lvZ-Is8Aqp1q2g4ZWp6Q0y18Dgd4eikIzOhRIIzbTgYf_yoWztL4kwW5mtovrbA/s1600-h/19834_102292163132897_100000563413853_64414_4571196_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlfQz4LW7Sd-epvEOznz-PYZOv7FnLmAtMBSj1bb7XDGSq4aOE7sEsIL46iLo7S3Tzj9SIOKMYW_E0lvZ-Is8Aqp1q2g4ZWp6Q0y18Dgd4eikIzOhRIIzbTgYf_yoWztL4kwW5mtovrbA/s320/19834_102292163132897_100000563413853_64414_4571196_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421691115610136322" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >So again, Happy New Year Everyone.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Have a good year ahead of you. :D<br /><br /></span></div></div>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-44582016634119867412009-12-30T07:41:00.000-08:002009-12-30T09:04:47.205-08:00Merry Christmas Beaches.<div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Get it? Get it? =))</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Well. Coz' its Christmas and I just got home from Bohol last night! Hahahaha. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Shet ang corny.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ANYWAY. As usual, Christmas eve and day was awesome. It was a lot better coz last year, I had my face mask on. This year, I got to eat and dance and dance and eat and eat and eaaaaaaaaaat! :D Then, I think this was the only year we had a morning family prayer and the first and hopefully not last year my Dad came early. YEEEEEEEEEEEEYS! I slept for more than half the day though. That's me alright. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, yeah. Same same. No Miguels for the Dans Family. We were late for both the eve and the dinner. And oh. This was the first Christmas we attended some play about the birth of Jesus and my brother had to play Joseph. Didn't really suck for him. HAHAHAHA. >:))</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">BOHOL WAS GREAT. The beach + cousins + snorkling + tour + NERTS. Yeah. It was GREAT.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Notice how lazy I am? Well that's coz I made this entry just for the sake of remembering how Christmas was this year. Hahaha. Zoom zoom.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Next entry: NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS BEYBI. 8D</span></div><div align="justify"><br /></div>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-82506278174752690052009-12-21T09:08:00.000-08:002009-12-21T09:31:17.684-08:00back.<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">So. Who would've thought? I'm back where I started.<br /><br />That's how life got to me this year. The year that I thought my life would be closer to where I wanted it to go. Closer to my dreams, my goals. Where am I now? I'm in this place where all I could see is.... My room filled with useless stuff like three piggy banks. I'm back here. THE REAL WORLD. The world where I stop acting as if I'm so ready to face everything.<br /><br />This is what I would love to write here: "As I write this entry, I tell myself that I am ready. I'm okay. I'M A NEW PERSON." But no. I'm not. I'm not ready, or okay, and I am absolutely NOT A NEW PERSON. Not today... I'm guessing not soon. I'm still that same old girl who always dreamt of a perfect family with the perfect husband and children. Perfect home, and job, and... EVERYTHING. All this, I planned with someone. Someone was the perfect guy. He was smart, and funny, and really really sweet. He topped departmental exams, he dresses up as a spartan, and he buys me kitkat just because he feels like it. But like any other person, Someone has his weaknesses and Someone makes mistakes. I had my fair share of these, and he did too. THAT was the problem and.... THAT was the end of it.<br /><br />Things I realized after the -END-?<br />- I've been neglecting so many people in my life, I even forgot they existed<br />- I can actually pay for my own food ONLY most of the time<br />- I can save up to P400 a week<br />- I missed my family<br />- CD is actually the place to be <3</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">- A lot of people need me </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">- I need other people </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">- I can wear whatever I want to whenever I want to </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">- I can paint my nails black! </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">- Madaming hot guys sa paligid ko </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">- GOD LOVES ME MUCH MORE THAN ANYBODY ELSE DOES</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">LOL. Labo. Just trying to say that taking another step back doesn't really mean its not good for me. It actually is. I kept on forcing myself to believe in change and happy endings and fate and LOVE. I did. But I only believed in it specifically for him. Pwede naman ang lahat ng yan sa ibang tao o bagay. I live for others. But others doesn't only apply to one person. It applies to any face I see every single day. And these faces? Uh-huh. GOD. That's who I missed and neglected this whole year. They all say you're 18th year is always the best so make the most out of it. HAH. Who says there's a specific year for THE BEST?? Di na uso yan! All I know is, my 18th year didn't suck. I hated it and I loved it. I loved it for the reason that at the end of that year, I know who and what really matters (wether i'm in love or i'm out of it). </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">CHOS. :))</span></div><br /></span>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-76409592167693553672009-10-29T09:15:00.000-07:002009-10-30T09:32:43.046-07:00<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieQJqL84Ume7kirGCSQ6JIJwacqtOBu-fkHdkh0OEqaK6C-viYZC95zM1qAhgWk7UGFUoaaTCTpchSEu8B943g3I5-x4-Ot-a0m1wVnb6_zH6QZ7taJG8P4kwSg1GeLhIgqvdYfka99B4/s1600-h/cracked_glass-other.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398066126302205826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieQJqL84Ume7kirGCSQ6JIJwacqtOBu-fkHdkh0OEqaK6C-viYZC95zM1qAhgWk7UGFUoaaTCTpchSEu8B943g3I5-x4-Ot-a0m1wVnb6_zH6QZ7taJG8P4kwSg1GeLhIgqvdYfka99B4/s320/cracked_glass-other.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">girl meets boy</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>boy loves girl</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>girl loves boy</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">boy meets other girl</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">- END -</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6880519185742944972.post-6924004991341990662009-08-08T05:59:00.000-07:002009-08-08T06:02:44.915-07:00YAMCHA.<span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">NABABALIW NA KO.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">thanks for your birthday treat zack.<br /><br /><br /></span>Pauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880070266887235188noreply@blogger.com0