"so, miss bernardo, what is the limit of the function?"
Karla: "The limit does not exist."
Mrs. Torres: "And what is the explanation?"
Karla: "Because the limit of f(x) as x approaches a from above and the limit of f(x) as x approaches a from below are not equal."
Mrs. Torres: "Okay, very good."
*nosebleed*
I am officially in love with Calculus. ♥
Days like these have been rare for the past few months, especially in Math class. It wasn't as exciting as it used to be. And yes, it is pretty boring most of the time. But for the past few days, it's as if a huge light bulb is TING!-ing inside my head.. I get it! And I actually enjoy it! You should see my notebook, it's full of graphs, examples and exercises. Is the function f(x) is discontinuous at x=6? Haha. This is what you call "geek speak." LOL.
Oh, and with that, I can officially mimic Cady Heron from Mean Girls screaming, "The limit does not exist! The limit does not exist!" and actually know what limits are. Yehey! (Nerd alert!)
I still cannot believe that only eight days from now, the Seniors shall be taking our fourth periodical tests -- our FINAL periodical tests in our high school life! It's a little too overwhelming knowing that the end really is approaching. After that, so long classes, and hello nonstop graduation practices! That being said, I must not take this last examination for granted because however cliche this may sound, I do want to leave a good impression. I started reviewing last night and I shall be dedicating this weekend to just reviewing.. which means no OTH marathons and YouTube tutorials. But that's okay. After next week, it's freedom baby! I can't wait!
One thing I haven't been mentioning is our upcoming Graduation Ball on March 1st. It is such a huge deal for us because things like these don't usually push through in our uber-conservative school. But because we are the first ever batch to graduate with boys in the High School department (yep, we WERE an all-girls school), we are pioneers. Haha. So obviously, everyone is going gaga over what to wear, what accessories to match, what colors suit their skin, all the enchilada. And I guess I'm one with them in the stress too. I mean, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, right? Every girl dreams to have this one night of glamour, elegance, and beauty. I hope that night will be one of the most memorable nights in not just my Senior life, but my entire life. And I'm sure it will be, since I got myself a second pair of VNC shoes for that night! =) Haha. I'll show the pictures soon.
One of my Lenten sacrifices would be lessening the amount of time I spend on the computer. So with that, I am going on a short blog leave, just until the Finals end, so I can concentrate on more important things as of the moment. Hope you all enjoy the remaining days of this school year! =)
The most adorable guy this seasonin American Idol.
And he's the also most adorable guy in the planet.
I LOVE YOU, DAVID ARCHULETA!! ♥
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let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster!
"When love is not madness, it is not love."
-- Pedro Calderon de la Barca
Tomorrow is the overrated, highly anticipated, and cliche-d occasion almost everyone is worried about. It's the day of hearts, chocolates, flowers and everything else that falls under the category of hardcore cheesiness. It's when girls anticipate giant teddy bears & huge bouquets, and boys go through the agonizing ordeal of buying them. Oh yes, it's Valentine's.
I can't blame people for going the extra mile just for this holiday. After all, who can resist an official day for lovey-doveys and cheesiness, right? Every 14th of February, we are licensed to act as mushy and as kilig as we want.
Kilig. Is there an English term for that? And is there ever a concrete definition for it? Because I certainly need something concrete that will define that electrifying feeling you feel when you read a passionately written love letter, or the tingle that rushes through your spine when you receive a bouquet of roses, or the rush of blood that runs in your veins as you hold hands with someone special, or just the plain blushing of your cheeks when something so incredible happens. I am a human being after all, therefore I am not a stranger to this feeling. But it is just so unexplainable and abstract, its obscurity can drive one insane.
Sometimes I don't like feeling kilig because it ruins my day. I cannot think properly. I doodle love songs on scratch papers, I spell out names on my scientific calculator, I associate limits in Calculus class with certain dates. (Unless the "limit does not exist!" Haha) My friends say when I get kilig I turn all red and I have this asim face that is so inevitable, it's like I'm wearing a huge neon "I LIKE YOU!" sign on my forehead. It sucks that this feeling can just really get right through me and leave me out there susceptible to harm. It sucks that one moment I can feel so sure of myself, and just fall apart the next because of it. It sucks that I am usually a smart and intelligent person but when I have a crush I seem klutzy and frenzied. As Jessica Darling puts it, IT SUCKITY SUCK SUCKS.
Oh, who am I kidding. It's such an immense feeling of madness that takes over you and leaves you feeling vulnerable and weak.. but boy, does it feel good. =)
May we all have our fair share of kilig tomorrow -- and for the rest of the year as well. It's too good of a feeling, we deserve to have it not just on February 14. Whether you're single, attached or "It's complicated," just as long as you are a human being with a functioning heart and overly-excited hormones, then you deserve all the KILIG you want. We all do!
I guess Mr. De La Barca is right after all.
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! ♥ ♥ ♥
"Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster!
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?"
-- Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off by
Panic! At The Disco
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a glimpse of bilibid.
It was a cloudy day. The skies were gray, somewhat deceitful for it kept me guessing if it would rain or not. Despite the nonstop chit-chat we had in the car, I can't remove the nagging feeling inside me. It was a strange sensation, like having butterflies in your stomach -- or wait, maybe pterodactyls would be a much appropriate winged specie. Nevertheless, there was no turning back. This was bound to be an experience of a lifetime.
We reached the New Bilibid Prison in Muntinlupa at around 8:30. From the outside, it looked different from what we see on television. It was like a city hall, but of course with a large number of police officers from almost every corner. We were asked to sign our names and surrender our IDs at the first gate. I had nothing with me -- no cellphones or money. Only my trusty handkerchief and myself. As we walked along the corridor that led to the main gate, my buddy for the day Steph, who was also a first-timer like me, held hands so tightly. I looked back at Cathe and saw that she was a bit frightened too. It was gloomy and dark. Only five people can enter the main gate at once, and only with the permission of the chief, along with more signatures. Steph and I stood nervously by the door, not knowing what to expect. A part of me imagined Azkaban, the dark and dreadful place where the wizard criminals go. The inmates are probably much like those in the story, whose happiness were sucked out of them by the Dementors. I wondered how I can ever go through what seemed to be a saddening experience. Alas, the gates were opened. I held Steph's hands tight and we walked in.
Orange. Lots of men in orange looking at us, greeting us politely with huge smiles on their faces. A group of men wearing blue held umbrellas for us to protect us from the heat. In one straight line, we were led to the chapel. I have never seen a criminal in person, so imagine my surprise when I saw thousands of them. There was a basketball game going on in the court, and most of them were so engrossed with the game. Meanwhile, the others were just there, hanging out like they were in school or in the village. The Mass just started when we arrived so we settled in the seats they reserved for us in front. All throughout the Mass, I had this huge urge to cry. The inmates were so devoted to their singing and were actively participating. It gave shivers to my spine. The feeling it gave me was like that of the Youth Camps we had in YFC, the feeling of extreme adoration for the Lord. For a moment, I felt ashamed of myself because of how seemingly little my faith was compared to theirs. Throughout the Mass, tears kept welling in my eyes. Steph and Nica kept asking me if I was okay and I said I was. I didn't really want to cause a commotion there, so I really held back the tears with all my might.
After the Mass, they gave us a presentation. Their choir gave us song numbers which were mostly their compositions about life, love, and God. Another group of men danced and they were REALLY good, our jaws dropped to the floor! Extremely skilled, I tell you. They were obviously prepared. They asked us to do a number, and we performed an impromptu. I stood before the mic stand and the moment I said, "Yo!" they screamed their heads off. Haha. The whole Student Council sang Power of Two and Torete with Trixie on guitars. It was moving, especially when some waved their hands and sang along with us. I never enjoyed singing Torete as much as I did that moment.
After the small program, we immediately gave out the "gifts" we had for them. These contained the toiletries we bought using the proceeds from the Aring Kring-Kring Raffle Draw we held in which the whole school participated in. As we gave away the plastic bags, I cannot help but feel teary-eyed again. We were informed that the selected inmates to receive our donations were the old and those who rarely, or never, receive any visits from their relatives. Some were on crutches, others blind, others were obviously so sick. You know what people usually say, that a smile and a thank you is enough? I thought that was an overrated, showbiz answer. But a while ago? MAN. Just a simple "Salamat, iha," was all I needed. They just pierced right through me. I believe I've never felt such a rush of emotion in my life. My heart sank as I saw the unfortunate others who were not chosen by the coordinators. Later, we were led to a room where we ate and had a few chats with some inmates.
They weren't scary as some of you might think. They were like normal, everyday people you talk with. They were kind and very accommodating. You wouldn't think they were capable of illegal recruiting, thief, rape or even murder. Once I talked to them, all the fear just vanished. I didn't see them as the evil people they were, instead I saw in their eyes their genuine transformation. I saw it. I just know. I can't explain it. I talked to several Kuyas, and the other one told me he would be set free in 2009. I told him I was happy for him, but he said he was worried because he had nowhere to go anyway. He wouldn't be able to find a decent job because of his conviction, and his family is ashamed of him. I think most of them are happier there inside, where they are all equal and treat each other as brothers. They are not judged by their peers because they all did something horrible in the past. The other one who befriended me, Kuya Francis, told me that I should return next year. I said I'm about to graduate in March. But he said that even if I'm graduating already I can still get the chance to visit them because most universities like Ateneo, UST, and UP also go there for their outreach programs. I was thrilled. My heart really went out to them.
The Bilibid Outreach Program has been the project of the Student Council for quite some years already. Our school has already been awarded because of our generosity to their institution. Most people will think that these prisoners don't deserve the love we've been giving them. They killed people, ruined other's lives, and brought shame to their families. And yes, a part of me also goes out to the people they have hurt. I probably will never understand the pain they all went through. But here's one thought: Jesus was persecuted, ridiculed, and crucified on the cross. And yet He, who was God and all powerful, found it in His heart to forgive those who tormented him. So why can't we, who are only mere humans, do the same? Most of the inmates' families already forgot about them, and would never want to see them again. Where can they get the love they still deserve? What would be the purpose of their stay in prison if no one will recognize their willingness to change? PEOPLE CHANGE. Sometimes, it takes years, but they do. We all do.
The experience today was most definitely life changing. I left the correctional facility a different person. I will never be the same person again. It was nothing like an Azkaban experience, or even the dreadful encounter we see on the news. It was like entering a new world, but with a feeling of familiarity. I was there with them and I was, for a moment, one of them. I will never forget what Kuya Francis called out to me as I left their gates:
"Ingat ka sa labas, Ate. Thank you."
We reached the New Bilibid Prison in Muntinlupa at around 8:30. From the outside, it looked different from what we see on television. It was like a city hall, but of course with a large number of police officers from almost every corner. We were asked to sign our names and surrender our IDs at the first gate. I had nothing with me -- no cellphones or money. Only my trusty handkerchief and myself. As we walked along the corridor that led to the main gate, my buddy for the day Steph, who was also a first-timer like me, held hands so tightly. I looked back at Cathe and saw that she was a bit frightened too. It was gloomy and dark. Only five people can enter the main gate at once, and only with the permission of the chief, along with more signatures. Steph and I stood nervously by the door, not knowing what to expect. A part of me imagined Azkaban, the dark and dreadful place where the wizard criminals go. The inmates are probably much like those in the story, whose happiness were sucked out of them by the Dementors. I wondered how I can ever go through what seemed to be a saddening experience. Alas, the gates were opened. I held Steph's hands tight and we walked in.
Orange. Lots of men in orange looking at us, greeting us politely with huge smiles on their faces. A group of men wearing blue held umbrellas for us to protect us from the heat. In one straight line, we were led to the chapel. I have never seen a criminal in person, so imagine my surprise when I saw thousands of them. There was a basketball game going on in the court, and most of them were so engrossed with the game. Meanwhile, the others were just there, hanging out like they were in school or in the village. The Mass just started when we arrived so we settled in the seats they reserved for us in front. All throughout the Mass, I had this huge urge to cry. The inmates were so devoted to their singing and were actively participating. It gave shivers to my spine. The feeling it gave me was like that of the Youth Camps we had in YFC, the feeling of extreme adoration for the Lord. For a moment, I felt ashamed of myself because of how seemingly little my faith was compared to theirs. Throughout the Mass, tears kept welling in my eyes. Steph and Nica kept asking me if I was okay and I said I was. I didn't really want to cause a commotion there, so I really held back the tears with all my might.
After the Mass, they gave us a presentation. Their choir gave us song numbers which were mostly their compositions about life, love, and God. Another group of men danced and they were REALLY good, our jaws dropped to the floor! Extremely skilled, I tell you. They were obviously prepared. They asked us to do a number, and we performed an impromptu. I stood before the mic stand and the moment I said, "Yo!" they screamed their heads off. Haha. The whole Student Council sang Power of Two and Torete with Trixie on guitars. It was moving, especially when some waved their hands and sang along with us. I never enjoyed singing Torete as much as I did that moment.
After the small program, we immediately gave out the "gifts" we had for them. These contained the toiletries we bought using the proceeds from the Aring Kring-Kring Raffle Draw we held in which the whole school participated in. As we gave away the plastic bags, I cannot help but feel teary-eyed again. We were informed that the selected inmates to receive our donations were the old and those who rarely, or never, receive any visits from their relatives. Some were on crutches, others blind, others were obviously so sick. You know what people usually say, that a smile and a thank you is enough? I thought that was an overrated, showbiz answer. But a while ago? MAN. Just a simple "Salamat, iha," was all I needed. They just pierced right through me. I believe I've never felt such a rush of emotion in my life. My heart sank as I saw the unfortunate others who were not chosen by the coordinators. Later, we were led to a room where we ate and had a few chats with some inmates.
They weren't scary as some of you might think. They were like normal, everyday people you talk with. They were kind and very accommodating. You wouldn't think they were capable of illegal recruiting, thief, rape or even murder. Once I talked to them, all the fear just vanished. I didn't see them as the evil people they were, instead I saw in their eyes their genuine transformation. I saw it. I just know. I can't explain it. I talked to several Kuyas, and the other one told me he would be set free in 2009. I told him I was happy for him, but he said he was worried because he had nowhere to go anyway. He wouldn't be able to find a decent job because of his conviction, and his family is ashamed of him. I think most of them are happier there inside, where they are all equal and treat each other as brothers. They are not judged by their peers because they all did something horrible in the past. The other one who befriended me, Kuya Francis, told me that I should return next year. I said I'm about to graduate in March. But he said that even if I'm graduating already I can still get the chance to visit them because most universities like Ateneo, UST, and UP also go there for their outreach programs. I was thrilled. My heart really went out to them.
The Bilibid Outreach Program has been the project of the Student Council for quite some years already. Our school has already been awarded because of our generosity to their institution. Most people will think that these prisoners don't deserve the love we've been giving them. They killed people, ruined other's lives, and brought shame to their families. And yes, a part of me also goes out to the people they have hurt. I probably will never understand the pain they all went through. But here's one thought: Jesus was persecuted, ridiculed, and crucified on the cross. And yet He, who was God and all powerful, found it in His heart to forgive those who tormented him. So why can't we, who are only mere humans, do the same? Most of the inmates' families already forgot about them, and would never want to see them again. Where can they get the love they still deserve? What would be the purpose of their stay in prison if no one will recognize their willingness to change? PEOPLE CHANGE. Sometimes, it takes years, but they do. We all do.
The experience today was most definitely life changing. I left the correctional facility a different person. I will never be the same person again. It was nothing like an Azkaban experience, or even the dreadful encounter we see on the news. It was like entering a new world, but with a feeling of familiarity. I was there with them and I was, for a moment, one of them. I will never forget what Kuya Francis called out to me as I left their gates:
"Ingat ka sa labas, Ate. Thank you."
For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat; I was thirsty and you gave me drink; I was a stranger, and you invited me in; I was naked and you clothed me; I was sick and you visited me; I was in prison and you came to Me.
– Matthew 25: 35-36
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february's just begun.
(In Biochemistry)
Kassey: Anong acid ang maiitim?
Me: Ano?
Kassey: Edi.. ANINO acid!
Me: =)) =)) =))
(Kassey telling the same joke to Inna and Hope)
Kassey: Edi.. ANINO acid!
Inna: =)) =)) =))
Hope: ......
*after a few seconds*
Hope: =)) =)) =))
Haha, wala lang. Share lang.
We got the official letters from DLSU and UST today. We were so excited to finally get a hold of the real proof that we did get in. If the waiting wasn't so excruciatingly painful I would have opted to not look at the results in the Internet. Just thinking about those scenes from the movies, or even from the books (like Gossip Girl) where you get together with your friends and you rip your envelopes open, revealing your future is definitely worth experiencing. But then again, who can escape the advancement of technology, right? Some faked their excitement as they tore the seals, but I told myself my parents deserved a share of this eagerness so I didn't open mine until I got home. My mom told me she'd have them framed daw! Hahaha!
Today was Kaila's 17th birthday. We surprised her by telling her we'll be doing our Biochem project when in fact we all went to her house. She thought no one was going to be there, but apparently almost everyone was! And of course it wouldn't have been complete without her favorite Chocolate Mousse from Red Ribbon. Birthday parties are always fun, especially when we end up watching Tagalog movies. Haha. It's always been like that with us, basta those jologs-somewhat-sappy local films, be it horror, comedy, or drama. This time we watched A Love Story. Haha, super laugh trip, especially the kissing scenes! NYAHAHA. I didn't get to finish the movie because I told my mom I'd be home by 7:00 but I still had fun. Happy Birthday again, Twin! =)
It is once again February, the over-commercialized Month of Hearts. Ironically though, I keep on hearing about people getting their hearts broken, be it about their love life or some other things going on with them. Isn't it supposed to be all blissful and happy, with matching chocolate hearts and expensive bouquets? Apparently not. Maybe Cupid fell asleep and forgot to work his magic. This situation irritates me a little (just a little, really) because people are going to get all emo again. Not that I have anything against emo. But it's just so depressing to see other people, well, depressed. The normally happy-go-lucky ones are now bluer than blue, and their usual heart-shaped eyes are now filled with welled-up tears. Maybe this is a rude awakening of some sort, that maybe we shouldn't use February being the Love Month as a reason to just let things slip away. Maybe this is some cosmic way of letting us know that things will happen for a reason. If it's meant to last or end, it will, regardless of the month or date. We can't always let signs and symbols do the work for us because we do the magic. As sappy as that sounded, I actually think it's true.
However, this might also just be a rude awakening that unlike everyone else around me, I won't get my heart broken because I am single. OR AM I?
♥ ♥ ♥
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last long test!
Yesterday was the last day of our 4th Departmental Test (aka Long Test) and boy, did I rejoice! Imagine, that's the last Long Test I'll ever have in my almost-ending Paulinian life! WHOO! =) Only one major exam left, and we're off! Our Biochemistry and Trigonometry tests were total downers, leaving almost everyone teary-eyed after the test. But, we all had one common thing in mind, "Last na yun!" Haha. Senior Complex rolling in again.
We also got our annual pics given yesterday. I only have one word: HAHA! We only had two shots, and the other one we have to give back for the yearbook, so we'll only go home with one. That sucks. But I'll be ordering extra copies later. Anyway, I was laughing my head off as I saw mine because I look so FAKE! In the other one, I look like I had my nose done! Unbelievable. So I was faced with the big question: which among the two will I choose for the yearbook? The other normal so-so one, or the quasi-gorgeous with a nose lift? I asked most of my friends, and they chose the latter. Ouch, mas maganda daw ako sa "retokada." Haha. Imagine 25 years from now, the children and grandchildren of my batchmates and other graduates will look at the annual and point at my picture all while saying, "Mommy! Look at her, she has a phony nose!" Oh the horrors! But, oh well. What's done is done. At least I didn't have my eyes closed, unlike some of my classmates. Teehee, I'm so meeeean. =P
AAACK! =))
Okay, I'm giving you permssion to laugh out loud. HAHA.
For the past few weeks, my parents have been purchasing plastic containers, you know the Orocan-like bins where you put your stuff. My room is full of clutter: headbands, earrings, perfumes, colognes, clips.. so many little things that mess up my otherwise orderly bedside table. But apparently, it's not just to de-clutter my room. It's in preparation for the D word. Yep -- DORM. I always imagined myself living in a dorm in my college years, but now that it's coming, it's quite surreal. I'm an only child so I always thought that my parents will just find a way to hatid-sundo me in UP or something. But no, they're really sending me to a boarding house.. with my friends and fellow Iskolars. And it's both scary and exciting at the same time. It's like in the movies.. only it's for real. Haha. Can I handle it? I hope I can. I mean, I'm a big girl already. And it's my chance to prove that I'm not the typical spoiled-and-bratty only child. I'm different, coz I can handle myself. =)
We have to go to Mass already. Later. =)
We also got our annual pics given yesterday. I only have one word: HAHA! We only had two shots, and the other one we have to give back for the yearbook, so we'll only go home with one. That sucks. But I'll be ordering extra copies later. Anyway, I was laughing my head off as I saw mine because I look so FAKE! In the other one, I look like I had my nose done! Unbelievable. So I was faced with the big question: which among the two will I choose for the yearbook? The other normal so-so one, or the quasi-gorgeous with a nose lift? I asked most of my friends, and they chose the latter. Ouch, mas maganda daw ako sa "retokada." Haha. Imagine 25 years from now, the children and grandchildren of my batchmates and other graduates will look at the annual and point at my picture all while saying, "Mommy! Look at her, she has a phony nose!" Oh the horrors! But, oh well. What's done is done. At least I didn't have my eyes closed, unlike some of my classmates. Teehee, I'm so meeeean. =P
AAACK! =))Okay, I'm giving you permssion to laugh out loud. HAHA.
For the past few weeks, my parents have been purchasing plastic containers, you know the Orocan-like bins where you put your stuff. My room is full of clutter: headbands, earrings, perfumes, colognes, clips.. so many little things that mess up my otherwise orderly bedside table. But apparently, it's not just to de-clutter my room. It's in preparation for the D word. Yep -- DORM. I always imagined myself living in a dorm in my college years, but now that it's coming, it's quite surreal. I'm an only child so I always thought that my parents will just find a way to hatid-sundo me in UP or something. But no, they're really sending me to a boarding house.. with my friends and fellow Iskolars. And it's both scary and exciting at the same time. It's like in the movies.. only it's for real. Haha. Can I handle it? I hope I can. I mean, I'm a big girl already. And it's my chance to prove that I'm not the typical spoiled-and-bratty only child. I'm different, coz I can handle myself. =)
We have to go to Mass already. Later. =)
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roar, said the tiger.
Today was probably one of the most surreal days of my high school life.
The news about the UST Entrance Test results being released today spread like wildfire. It caused such an agitation that all throughout the day, nothing else was on everyone's minds except the outcome. Undeniably, UST is the most preferred choice for most students in our school. Aside from its Catholic education, it also offers the most practical courses. The very nice campus doesn't hurt either. Almost everyone took the test there. It was the only university that hasn't released its test results yet, so the wait definitely left us all hanging. So imagine the hype and the agitation when the cellphones were finally claimed from the office. People started calling their ates and kuyas from UST to look for their names. Every five seconds, someone will shout, cry, or jump for joy. Tears came pouring down, some due to extreme happiness, others because of despair. Nevertheless everyone was generally happy. It was an emotional day, with doors being opened for so many dreams.
Most of my classmates thought the results didn't really matter to me since I already passed in the other schools, but it did. It did matter. Heck, I PASSED IN BS ACCOUNTANCY!! But I guess the happiness I felt wasn't for me alone, it was for my friends. We all got into our dream schools! Karla the writer, Nica the advertiser, Mikka the engineer, Trixie the diplomat and Hope the tourist.. attraction! Hehe =) Suddenly, I'm looking forward to what lies ahead because at least now we know we have a future. I wonder how we'll all be a few months from now, when we're bursting with school spirit and shouting our university's name with pride. Hmmmmm..
I can't believe I passed the top universities of the country! My mom and dad are so proud of me, and so is the rest of my family. It never really dawned on me until today, when the final result came out. The first thing I did upon arriving home was rush to the chapel near our house and thanked God. He has been continuously giving me so many blessings, and I am so grateful for the good things that has been happening to me this year. =)
My foot hurts because of an injury I had in today's Tinikling practical test. While doing one of the figures, I felt a sudden pain and next thing I knew it was bleeding. Good thing my partner, Tophe, was gentleman enough to escort me to the clinic. YIHEE! Hahaha!! =P Anyway, it hurts with every step I take (sounds like a song LOL) so now I have to hop on my right foot to get to somewhere. Boo.
We still have a practice for our English sitcom tomorrow. *sigh* Wish us luck on that. And also on our Long Tests and projects. Aaack. Just 50+ days to go, Karla, just a few days to go.
Congratulations to all the future Thomasians! =) Good night, y'all.
The news about the UST Entrance Test results being released today spread like wildfire. It caused such an agitation that all throughout the day, nothing else was on everyone's minds except the outcome. Undeniably, UST is the most preferred choice for most students in our school. Aside from its Catholic education, it also offers the most practical courses. The very nice campus doesn't hurt either. Almost everyone took the test there. It was the only university that hasn't released its test results yet, so the wait definitely left us all hanging. So imagine the hype and the agitation when the cellphones were finally claimed from the office. People started calling their ates and kuyas from UST to look for their names. Every five seconds, someone will shout, cry, or jump for joy. Tears came pouring down, some due to extreme happiness, others because of despair. Nevertheless everyone was generally happy. It was an emotional day, with doors being opened for so many dreams.
Most of my classmates thought the results didn't really matter to me since I already passed in the other schools, but it did. It did matter. Heck, I PASSED IN BS ACCOUNTANCY!! But I guess the happiness I felt wasn't for me alone, it was for my friends. We all got into our dream schools! Karla the writer, Nica the advertiser, Mikka the engineer, Trixie the diplomat and Hope the tourist.. attraction! Hehe =) Suddenly, I'm looking forward to what lies ahead because at least now we know we have a future. I wonder how we'll all be a few months from now, when we're bursting with school spirit and shouting our university's name with pride. Hmmmmm..
I can't believe I passed the top universities of the country! My mom and dad are so proud of me, and so is the rest of my family. It never really dawned on me until today, when the final result came out. The first thing I did upon arriving home was rush to the chapel near our house and thanked God. He has been continuously giving me so many blessings, and I am so grateful for the good things that has been happening to me this year. =)
My foot hurts because of an injury I had in today's Tinikling practical test. While doing one of the figures, I felt a sudden pain and next thing I knew it was bleeding. Good thing my partner, Tophe, was gentleman enough to escort me to the clinic. YIHEE! Hahaha!! =P Anyway, it hurts with every step I take (sounds like a song LOL) so now I have to hop on my right foot to get to somewhere. Boo.
We still have a practice for our English sitcom tomorrow. *sigh* Wish us luck on that. And also on our Long Tests and projects. Aaack. Just 50+ days to go, Karla, just a few days to go.
Congratulations to all the future Thomasians! =) Good night, y'all.
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205th.
I definitely think I have some kind of Senior complex or something. One day I'm super lazy, the next day I'm partially-lazy. (This means I'm still lazy, but at least the proportions go down by a half) Symptoms include a little voice screaming inside my head: "You have a school already, so why bother?! Oh wait! You have to graduate first and get stellar grades! HAHA." Maybe it's like my own version of Peyton's sarcastic goth angel, only a little perkier and slightly more annoying.
As Mikka and I sat down together a while ago, we were so eager to cross out yet another day in our pseudo perspective-booster aka our school year calendar at the back of my Trigo notebook. "54 days na lang!" we both eagerly shouted. So did everyone else after us. After that, I was struck by a teensyweensy bit of fervor and all of a sudden I'm ready and awake for Trigo. Okay.. so maybe it took a short trip to the restroom (HEHEHE ♥) to shoo away the Z's, but at least I wasn't a zombie for the rest of the period. =)
Does this mean our calendar is actually working? Is it giving me keenness and determination to finish the year right, by reminding me that with the last few days, I really have to work extra hard?
I hope so. The Senior Complex is seriously damaging my brain cells. If this timetable will stop me from turning into an automaton before the end of the school year, well then, I'll let it save me. I just really need my usual perky-responsible-school-girl mode to get me through this last quarter.
In less convoluted updates..
It's funny how I dreamed of my best friend Hope the other night with a certain someone she also dreamed of some nights before. It's like my dream was a sequel to hers! I'm not going to tell you what it is (in accordance to the Best Friend Code which says you cannot publicize the secret dreams of your best friend, LOL) but it was certainly hilarious! How else could I have visualized her in that situation if we weren't connected in some weird cosmic kind of way?! I told her about it this morning and we laughed our heads off. Apparently, we're so in synch that we even have connected trances. Unbelievable. It's things like these that make me realize how lucky I am to have found a best friend, like a long lost sister or abrotha sistah from anotha motha.. and to think we became friends-4-ever at five years old, way back in kindergarten! Enemy, if you're reading this, I'm sure this beats a whole dozen letters from you-know-who, so you better be touched. Haha. =)
AND THE BIGGEST NEWS OF ALL.
I saw the first three episodes of One Tree Hill last night! I swear to God, it was beyond words. I cannot even begin to explain the adrenaline that blasted through my arteries. For the whole time I was watching, my eyes were completely glued to the screen and my ears tuned out any kind of noise that wasn't part of the dialogs. It's like relapsing from a drug-recovery. I was so caught up in the Tree Hill world, it was euphoric. I won't be giving any spoilers because it's most definitely worth the watching (and downloading). Watcha waiting, watcha watcha waiting for?!
By the way, this is my 205th post! Can you believe it? More than two hundred, and still counting. I'd like to think of a better way to end it, but I'm typing so quickly I can't even screen my thoughts, because I have yet to click the Print button for the pictures for the SC Bulletin board. So yeah. Later y'all.
As Mikka and I sat down together a while ago, we were so eager to cross out yet another day in our pseudo perspective-booster aka our school year calendar at the back of my Trigo notebook. "54 days na lang!" we both eagerly shouted. So did everyone else after us. After that, I was struck by a teensyweensy bit of fervor and all of a sudden I'm ready and awake for Trigo. Okay.. so maybe it took a short trip to the restroom (HEHEHE ♥) to shoo away the Z's, but at least I wasn't a zombie for the rest of the period. =)
Does this mean our calendar is actually working? Is it giving me keenness and determination to finish the year right, by reminding me that with the last few days, I really have to work extra hard?
I hope so. The Senior Complex is seriously damaging my brain cells. If this timetable will stop me from turning into an automaton before the end of the school year, well then, I'll let it save me. I just really need my usual perky-responsible-school-girl mode to get me through this last quarter.
In less convoluted updates..
It's funny how I dreamed of my best friend Hope the other night with a certain someone she also dreamed of some nights before. It's like my dream was a sequel to hers! I'm not going to tell you what it is (in accordance to the Best Friend Code which says you cannot publicize the secret dreams of your best friend, LOL) but it was certainly hilarious! How else could I have visualized her in that situation if we weren't connected in some weird cosmic kind of way?! I told her about it this morning and we laughed our heads off. Apparently, we're so in synch that we even have connected trances. Unbelievable. It's things like these that make me realize how lucky I am to have found a best friend, like a long lost sister or a
AND THE BIGGEST NEWS OF ALL.
I saw the first three episodes of One Tree Hill last night! I swear to God, it was beyond words. I cannot even begin to explain the adrenaline that blasted through my arteries. For the whole time I was watching, my eyes were completely glued to the screen and my ears tuned out any kind of noise that wasn't part of the dialogs. It's like relapsing from a drug-recovery. I was so caught up in the Tree Hill world, it was euphoric. I won't be giving any spoilers because it's most definitely worth the watching (and downloading). Watcha waiting, watcha watcha waiting for?!
By the way, this is my 205th post! Can you believe it? More than two hundred, and still counting. I'd like to think of a better way to end it, but I'm typing so quickly I can't even screen my thoughts, because I have yet to click the Print button for the pictures for the SC Bulletin board. So yeah. Later y'all.
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crack.
I hate feeling like everything is just another chore to cross out of my to-do list. I'm supposed to be making my projects right now, and yet here I am blogging while watching Season 5 Naley clips. It's kind of a bore going to school these days, because everyday I feel like we're all just counting down the days to March 16. I don't know, maybe I'm just looking for a little more enthusiasm or at least eagerness knowing that we really are leaving in just 50 days or so. But I'm not feeling it, and I'm pretty sure neither is everyone else.
It's quite surreal that we're going to be graduating. It's all the more exciting because I've got schools already, which means I do have a future. But sometimes it can be quite exhausting too, you know? As much as we would like to relish the last few months of our stay, we don't even get to enjoy it because too much is being demanded from us. I know, I know, it's graduating year so I can't expect a light load. And yes, you can all start telling me about how this is just a beginning of more stressful things to come. But don't we deserve a little slack?
The other day in Trigo class, Mikka and I decided to make a school year calendar at the back of my notebook. While everyone else was busy checking our seat works from the previous meeting, the two of us were busy counting down the days left until we finally we bid the school goodbye. And to tell you honestly I was enthusiastic. The moment we went back to school, all the pressure just came seeping through the cracks of my fragile five-foot-two frame. But I guess it just really depends on how you see things. As I cross out the days on our quasi-calendar, I feel somehow relieved. Now instead of stressing over the days leading up to deadlines, I just look at school days as another moment closer to graduation. At least it ups my perspective a little bit.
I will get out of this idle stage soon, but I'm going to do it myself. I don't need any other teacher or adult or whoever telling me that I shouldn't be wasting my time feeling lazy because it's the crucial time of the year blah blah blah. I AM AWARE OF IT. I just need everybody to cut me off some slack because I swear if people don't stop talking about my academics and everything else that fall under that category, I'm going to crack. Or wait.. maybe I just did.
And there goes that irritating voice inside my head that I should do my pointless project in Physics. I would really rather watch more OTH, but seeing that I have to give in to this voice due to "responsibility's sake", well I have to go.
P.S. If anyone knows a cure to this crappy feeling or whatever it's called, tell me. I need it.
It's quite surreal that we're going to be graduating. It's all the more exciting because I've got schools already, which means I do have a future. But sometimes it can be quite exhausting too, you know? As much as we would like to relish the last few months of our stay, we don't even get to enjoy it because too much is being demanded from us. I know, I know, it's graduating year so I can't expect a light load. And yes, you can all start telling me about how this is just a beginning of more stressful things to come. But don't we deserve a little slack?
The other day in Trigo class, Mikka and I decided to make a school year calendar at the back of my notebook. While everyone else was busy checking our seat works from the previous meeting, the two of us were busy counting down the days left until we finally we bid the school goodbye. And to tell you honestly I was enthusiastic. The moment we went back to school, all the pressure just came seeping through the cracks of my fragile five-foot-two frame. But I guess it just really depends on how you see things. As I cross out the days on our quasi-calendar, I feel somehow relieved. Now instead of stressing over the days leading up to deadlines, I just look at school days as another moment closer to graduation. At least it ups my perspective a little bit.
I will get out of this idle stage soon, but I'm going to do it myself. I don't need any other teacher or adult or whoever telling me that I shouldn't be wasting my time feeling lazy because it's the crucial time of the year blah blah blah. I AM AWARE OF IT. I just need everybody to cut me off some slack because I swear if people don't stop talking about my academics and everything else that fall under that category, I'm going to crack. Or wait.. maybe I just did.
And there goes that irritating voice inside my head that I should do my pointless project in Physics. I would really rather watch more OTH, but seeing that I have to give in to this voice due to "responsibility's sake", well I have to go.
P.S. If anyone knows a cure to this crappy feeling or whatever it's called, tell me. I need it.
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i passed in the university of the philippines!!
(I know this piece of news deserves its own post)
A few days before, I already had my heart set in going to Ateneo. Not that I completely crossed out UP in my life, but a part of me was already imagining myself going there. I know money plays a big role in choosing that school because it is after all one of the most exclusive sought-after and not to mention prestigious schools in the country. But I (slightly) didn't care. If there's a will, there's a way, they say.
And then someone brings me the news that I passed in UP Diliman.
Of course my initial reaction was shock, then disbelief. I mean.. I PASSED IN UP DILIMAN! All of a sudden my Ateneo dreams crashed like a sand castle knocked down by the waves. How could I forget UP?! Aside from the fact that UP is THE dream school since I can remember, it would greatly help my parents financially. For quite a few moments, I was in shock. Literally. My mom mistook it as sadness, seeing that I have to let go of the Ateneo dream.
You see, I also found out that I passed my second choice, which was Creative Writing. Knowing that I have psyched myself to be an accountant for the past eight months or so, it was surprising. I know Accountancy in UP is quota but of course when people ask me what I took in UP, that's my answer. But now that I won't be taking it.. I'm actually relieved! Generally I enjoy our Accounting classes but it wasn't something I was innately good at unlike some of us *ehem Kassey and Pauline ehem* so I wasn't really confident about taking it. But since practically almost every person I know told me it's a good choice, why not. Well, who would have thought that I'd be fulfilling my secret dream after all? Back in April 2006, I had an epiphany that I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to write about everything I can ever think of. But that was just a secret little dream I had that wasn't really a part of the plan. Well, good heavens, how things turned out to be! I'm going to be a Creative Writing major in UP Diliman! And if I do good, my parents said I can fulfill my dream of finally going to Law School.
So eventually everything sinked in, and suddenly I was back to my usual UP-dreaming self. I passed in UP Diliman!!
We went to UP a while ago just to confirm everything. Just to feel what it's like to look at your name in the bulletin board in the Office of Admissions. Haha. And indeed, I saw my name.
Can you see it? Haha.
Iskolar na ako ng bayan! :)
A few days before, I already had my heart set in going to Ateneo. Not that I completely crossed out UP in my life, but a part of me was already imagining myself going there. I know money plays a big role in choosing that school because it is after all one of the most exclusive sought-after and not to mention prestigious schools in the country. But I (slightly) didn't care. If there's a will, there's a way, they say.
And then someone brings me the news that I passed in UP Diliman.
Of course my initial reaction was shock, then disbelief. I mean.. I PASSED IN UP DILIMAN! All of a sudden my Ateneo dreams crashed like a sand castle knocked down by the waves. How could I forget UP?! Aside from the fact that UP is THE dream school since I can remember, it would greatly help my parents financially. For quite a few moments, I was in shock. Literally. My mom mistook it as sadness, seeing that I have to let go of the Ateneo dream.
You see, I also found out that I passed my second choice, which was Creative Writing. Knowing that I have psyched myself to be an accountant for the past eight months or so, it was surprising. I know Accountancy in UP is quota but of course when people ask me what I took in UP, that's my answer. But now that I won't be taking it.. I'm actually relieved! Generally I enjoy our Accounting classes but it wasn't something I was innately good at unlike some of us *ehem Kassey and Pauline ehem* so I wasn't really confident about taking it. But since practically almost every person I know told me it's a good choice, why not. Well, who would have thought that I'd be fulfilling my secret dream after all? Back in April 2006, I had an epiphany that I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to write about everything I can ever think of. But that was just a secret little dream I had that wasn't really a part of the plan. Well, good heavens, how things turned out to be! I'm going to be a Creative Writing major in UP Diliman! And if I do good, my parents said I can fulfill my dream of finally going to Law School.
So eventually everything sinked in, and suddenly I was back to my usual UP-dreaming self. I passed in UP Diliman!!
We went to UP a while ago just to confirm everything. Just to feel what it's like to look at your name in the bulletin board in the Office of Admissions. Haha. And indeed, I saw my name.
Can you see it? Haha.The only sad part about this is that some of my friends did not pass. I already conceived a little imaginary vision inside my head that we'll all be going to UP, still hanging out every once in a while despite our hectic schedule. There's always the UP Ikot to bring us to whatever corner in the campus. But it's not what God had planned. I feel sad, really. However, if this was what He wanted for us, who knows? Next year might turn out to be even better than I expected.
So to all those who passed: CONGRATULATIONS! The five excruciating hours we spent answering the UPCAT paid off. And my pre-UPCAT experiences were worth it. Haha. The long wait is almost over -- USTET na lang, then we can all heave a big sigh of relief. YEHEY.
So to all those who passed: CONGRATULATIONS! The five excruciating hours we spent answering the UPCAT paid off. And my pre-UPCAT experiences were worth it. Haha. The long wait is almost over -- USTET na lang, then we can all heave a big sigh of relief. YEHEY.
Iskolar na ako ng bayan! :)________________________________________________________________
grades, college, and the future.
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Today was the Third Quarter Assembly and the Distribution of Cards. Usually a scary day for us all. Nyahaha. I guess it's safe to say that I managed to maintain my grades. I'm extremely happy with how things turned out for the third quarter because honestly, it was one of the hardest, most hectic and pressuring quarters ever. But I survived -- everyone else did. So congrats to us, especially to fellow awardees! =)
You know, it's still takes me aback how some people can get so grade conscious to the point where they're obssessed with their grades. I know it's a great feeling to get what you know you deserve, and to see that something good came out from your hard work. But it's hard when you get blinded by rankings, scores and grades because you see things in a different way. I have this classmate who almost always utters her grades that I swear to God I can recite her whole report card. She never stops talking about it. It really is annoying, especially when she gets high scores and is still complaining. But what do grades mean anyway? Is it a way of measuring yourself as a person? And do they really matter? Sure, they matter a lot because they get you into good universities. They matter because they give you something to be proud of. They matter because they are the so-called "prize" for your hard labor. But is that really so? I've heard of so many people from our school who never became awardees and are now Dean's Listers in their colleges. I know many successful people who weren't really the class valedicatorians. And I'm sure as hell that the grades aren't just the result of hardwork, because they are just numbers, but they don't actually measure the amount of effort and learnings you've made along the way. Come to think of it, it's trivial. After everything has been printed out into report cards, grades will be just what they really are -- numbers. Twenty years from now, when you're swimming in a pool of money, nobody will care about your 93 in Physics or the 0.26 increase you gained in Trigonometry from the second to third quarter. I mean, come on. But of course, that's what high school is. Grades are essential part of "the learning process". Sometimes, we really can't help but exaggerate our reactions towards it, especially now that we're in the fourth year and graduating. I'm not saying that we shouldn't care, in fact getting good grades is really the goal of every student. But it shouldn't be the only goal. At the end of the day, you're still who you are. We don't wear our report cards as our ID's, so I don't really see the point of letting it take over your life.
Anyway..
After the Assembly, my friends and I went to SM to eat our lunch. Over KFC chicken and mashed potatoes, we talked about college. We heard from one of the parents that the UPCAT results have been released already and are posted in the Diliman campus. All of us took the UPCAT, but most of us have passed in DLSU and/or ADMU already, while some are more excited about the USTET results. But nevertheless, we were still nervous because the releasing of results is all part of the seemingly never-ending agony of choosing our future. A year from now, where will we all be? Funny how the uniform seemed to play a role in our choices. Tourism in UST has the nicest uniform, so Trixie, Hope and Tin are lucky. Meanwhile, we're worried about running out of clothes if we go to the non-uniform-wearing schools. Then, we also talked about the possibility of living in a dorm. I have the most likely chance of leaving home and living near the campus, by the way, since my two dream schools are in Quezon City. And then we moved to the pros and cons of each school, from their "specialties" to the types of people. We all have our dream schools, but after the releasing of results we're just so overwhelmed by the choices. Parang we didn't think about passing anywhere else before, and now that we did get into other schools, we don't know if we still want the dream school enough to go there. Honestly, I'm still not sure. UP has always been my dream school and everyone knows I've set my heart in it, but after passing in Ateneo, it's like everything got so confusing. If I do get into UP, I will definitely have a hard time deciding. The same goes for my other friends as well who are choosing between DLSU and UST naman. Hayy.. these are the moments I wish I can live the OTH life and fast forward to four years from now. Haha.
Me and my friends during our junior year.
This was for the presentation for the 4th Quarter assembly.
Feeling professionals? HAHA.
Speaking of One Tree Hill, I'm going to download and watch the first episode today! Now that I have the time, I can finally see what happens to them four years later! I honestly CANNOT wait. So I guess I'll be leaving then, because I don't want to waste any more time. Haha. Later.
P.S. I cannot thank everyone enough for all the love you've given. I really appreciate it, especially those who congratulated me. Thanks, supeeeer! =) May UPCAT at USTET pa.. good luck to us, Seniors all over the Philippines! *crossing fingers*
63 days before graduation! =)
I PASSED IN UP!
I PASSED IN UP!
I! PASSED! IN! UP!!!
I PASSED IN UP!
I! PASSED! IN! UP!!!
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Today was the Third Quarter Assembly and the Distribution of Cards. Usually a scary day for us all. Nyahaha. I guess it's safe to say that I managed to maintain my grades. I'm extremely happy with how things turned out for the third quarter because honestly, it was one of the hardest, most hectic and pressuring quarters ever. But I survived -- everyone else did. So congrats to us, especially to fellow awardees! =)
You know, it's still takes me aback how some people can get so grade conscious to the point where they're obssessed with their grades. I know it's a great feeling to get what you know you deserve, and to see that something good came out from your hard work. But it's hard when you get blinded by rankings, scores and grades because you see things in a different way. I have this classmate who almost always utters her grades that I swear to God I can recite her whole report card. She never stops talking about it. It really is annoying, especially when she gets high scores and is still complaining. But what do grades mean anyway? Is it a way of measuring yourself as a person? And do they really matter? Sure, they matter a lot because they get you into good universities. They matter because they give you something to be proud of. They matter because they are the so-called "prize" for your hard labor. But is that really so? I've heard of so many people from our school who never became awardees and are now Dean's Listers in their colleges. I know many successful people who weren't really the class valedicatorians. And I'm sure as hell that the grades aren't just the result of hardwork, because they are just numbers, but they don't actually measure the amount of effort and learnings you've made along the way. Come to think of it, it's trivial. After everything has been printed out into report cards, grades will be just what they really are -- numbers. Twenty years from now, when you're swimming in a pool of money, nobody will care about your 93 in Physics or the 0.26 increase you gained in Trigonometry from the second to third quarter. I mean, come on. But of course, that's what high school is. Grades are essential part of "the learning process". Sometimes, we really can't help but exaggerate our reactions towards it, especially now that we're in the fourth year and graduating. I'm not saying that we shouldn't care, in fact getting good grades is really the goal of every student. But it shouldn't be the only goal. At the end of the day, you're still who you are. We don't wear our report cards as our ID's, so I don't really see the point of letting it take over your life.
Anyway..
After the Assembly, my friends and I went to SM to eat our lunch. Over KFC chicken and mashed potatoes, we talked about college. We heard from one of the parents that the UPCAT results have been released already and are posted in the Diliman campus. All of us took the UPCAT, but most of us have passed in DLSU and/or ADMU already, while some are more excited about the USTET results. But nevertheless, we were still nervous because the releasing of results is all part of the seemingly never-ending agony of choosing our future. A year from now, where will we all be? Funny how the uniform seemed to play a role in our choices. Tourism in UST has the nicest uniform, so Trixie, Hope and Tin are lucky. Meanwhile, we're worried about running out of clothes if we go to the non-uniform-wearing schools. Then, we also talked about the possibility of living in a dorm. I have the most likely chance of leaving home and living near the campus, by the way, since my two dream schools are in Quezon City. And then we moved to the pros and cons of each school, from their "specialties" to the types of people. We all have our dream schools, but after the releasing of results we're just so overwhelmed by the choices. Parang we didn't think about passing anywhere else before, and now that we did get into other schools, we don't know if we still want the dream school enough to go there. Honestly, I'm still not sure. UP has always been my dream school and everyone knows I've set my heart in it, but after passing in Ateneo, it's like everything got so confusing. If I do get into UP, I will definitely have a hard time deciding. The same goes for my other friends as well who are choosing between DLSU and UST naman. Hayy.. these are the moments I wish I can live the OTH life and fast forward to four years from now. Haha.
Me and my friends during our junior year.This was for the presentation for the 4th Quarter assembly.
Feeling professionals? HAHA.
Speaking of One Tree Hill, I'm going to download and watch the first episode today! Now that I have the time, I can finally see what happens to them four years later! I honestly CANNOT wait. So I guess I'll be leaving then, because I don't want to waste any more time. Haha. Later.
P.S. I cannot thank everyone enough for all the love you've given. I really appreciate it, especially those who congratulated me. Thanks, supeeeer! =) May UPCAT at USTET pa.. good luck to us, Seniors all over the Philippines! *crossing fingers*
63 days before graduation! =)
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i'll be seeing you..
So today is the ACET results day. The whole morning I believed I didn't pass since when I typed my name in the site, it kept on saying "Name not on the list," so I kind of accepted it already. But then text messages were circulating that the server was down and you can only see the results in the ADMU Blue Eagle Gym. How was I supposed to go there? Besides, I have a wedding to attend to.
We attended a wedding today in Antipolo where I was one of the Secondary Sponsors. Cord girl. Haha. It was my first time to have a quite important role. At least, graduate na sa flower girl stage. =) So anyway, we spent the whole afternoon there. It was fun posing for pictures and finally getting to wear my VNC heels. Surprisingly, they don't hurt as much as my school heels though they are higher. Hmm. Anyway, I had fun.
But at the back of my mind, I was hoping the website was fixed already since I wanted to know so BADLY if I passed -- or failed.
Around 7:00, we went home. We decided to pass by ADMU and TRY if the Ateneo is still open, not knowing if what I'm going to see will shock me or shock me. Haha.
LO AND BEHOLD,
I passed the Ateneo College Entrance Test!! =)
Unbelievably crazy, I tell you! I was jumping in front of the bulletin board, texting my lolas, lolos, aunts and uncles about the great news! The people there were probably laughing because I was still wearing my gown and heels. But who cares?! I got in! It's such a GREAT feeling I tell you. Ateneo is one of my dream schools since -- ever. Parang UP. And even if I don't actually study there, just the fact that I passed.. sobrang okay na talaga. So it really makes me grateful and thankful that I got in.
Sigh. This year is getting better and better. Thank you, Lord!!
Three schools down, two to go!
Congrats to us, Seniors! =)
I might be seeing you.. Christopher John Alandy-Dy Tiu!
*wink*
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We attended a wedding today in Antipolo where I was one of the Secondary Sponsors. Cord girl. Haha. It was my first time to have a quite important role. At least, graduate na sa flower girl stage. =) So anyway, we spent the whole afternoon there. It was fun posing for pictures and finally getting to wear my VNC heels. Surprisingly, they don't hurt as much as my school heels though they are higher. Hmm. Anyway, I had fun.
But at the back of my mind, I was hoping the website was fixed already since I wanted to know so BADLY if I passed -- or failed.
Around 7:00, we went home. We decided to pass by ADMU and TRY if the Ateneo is still open, not knowing if what I'm going to see will shock me or shock me. Haha.
LO AND BEHOLD,
I passed the Ateneo College Entrance Test!! =)
Unbelievably crazy, I tell you! I was jumping in front of the bulletin board, texting my lolas, lolos, aunts and uncles about the great news! The people there were probably laughing because I was still wearing my gown and heels. But who cares?! I got in! It's such a GREAT feeling I tell you. Ateneo is one of my dream schools since -- ever. Parang UP. And even if I don't actually study there, just the fact that I passed.. sobrang okay na talaga. So it really makes me grateful and thankful that I got in.
Sigh. This year is getting better and better. Thank you, Lord!!
Three schools down, two to go!
Congrats to us, Seniors! =)
I might be seeing you.. Christopher John Alandy-Dy Tiu!
*wink*
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the heels are alive..
Today was the day I really felt like a Senior.
Paulinians (dreadfully) went back to school on the third day of the year (how lucky of us!! Ugh.) and fourth year students walked the halls with their at-least-two-inched heels. Pointy ones, rounded ones, patent leather, or pure leather, every female senior wore their heels for the first time today. All day long.
Yep, whole day long.
What's absolutely great about this is:
Paulinians (dreadfully) went back to school on the third day of the year (how lucky of us!! Ugh.) and fourth year students walked the halls with their at-least-two-inched heels. Pointy ones, rounded ones, patent leather, or pure leather, every female senior wore their heels for the first time today. All day long.
Yep, whole day long.
What's absolutely great about this is:
- Having the chance to show off your hot shoes.
- You feel all lady-like and pretty.
- Everyone looks at you, especially the undergraduates and the outsiders.
- When you walk in the hallways, you hear younger batches whispering, "Ay gusto ko yung heels niya," and feel proud. (Nyahaha)
- You hear a click-clacking sound on the floor when you walk.
- It makes you want to walk like a model.
- People look up to you -- literally. Yes, you're taller! (But not compared to the seniors since everyone wears heels, of course!)
But the thing is, there IS a price to be paid with all these pros.
Have you ever worn almost-stiletto like heels for a whole day ever? Imagine the pain of balancing your feet in thin heels, or the difficulty of climbing up the stairs, the pressure that hits the balls of your feet, that paltos at the back of the shoe, the wobbly feeling as you walk to wherever. All that and more. Well, it looks glamorous on the outside, but boy, does it hurt like hell. No one wants to recite because they don't want to stand up. Everyone dreads going up or down the staircase. People in the second to the last row comfortably put their feet on the chair in front of them when the teacher is not looking. It's hard enough to walk around and do the normal everyday stuff in school, it's even harder to do it in heels! Unfortunately for me, I was a cleaner today so I had to sweep the floor and in my sky-high shoes. Unbelievably painful. It's like all heeled shoes were destined for discomfort.
And it's not like you can blame us for buying the pointy-heeled shoes. No wedges, slingbacks, and peeptoes allowed, only black pumps with a really high heel of two inches. What other choice do we have?
Have you ever worn almost-stiletto like heels for a whole day ever? Imagine the pain of balancing your feet in thin heels, or the difficulty of climbing up the stairs, the pressure that hits the balls of your feet, that paltos at the back of the shoe, the wobbly feeling as you walk to wherever. All that and more. Well, it looks glamorous on the outside, but boy, does it hurt like hell. No one wants to recite because they don't want to stand up. Everyone dreads going up or down the staircase. People in the second to the last row comfortably put their feet on the chair in front of them when the teacher is not looking. It's hard enough to walk around and do the normal everyday stuff in school, it's even harder to do it in heels! Unfortunately for me, I was a cleaner today so I had to sweep the floor and in my sky-high shoes. Unbelievably painful. It's like all heeled shoes were destined for discomfort.
And it's not like you can blame us for buying the pointy-heeled shoes. No wedges, slingbacks, and peeptoes allowed, only black pumps with a really high heel of two inches. What other choice do we have?
The Killer Heels(better shot next time, haha)
I only had two-inched heels and had such an almost unbearable experience.
Imagine those who have three inches and more!!
Lucky for us, we don't wear them again tomorrow. Only Tuesdays and Thursdays. Then on February, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. And on March.. (oh the horrors!) we'll be wearing them everyday. I can only imagine the blisters my feet shall ungratefully acquire.
But as they say, it is all part of the experience. Every senior goes through this (okay, okay, the boys don't), it's practically an initiation to womanhood or something. Come to think of it, at least we will avoid any slip-ups on our Graduation. And, when we go to college or have a job and we're required to wear heels, at least we won't look like acrobats trying to balance themselves in a unicycle on a wire. Besides there are more painful things in life, like the Lotus feet for the Chinese girls, or the elongating of the necks of women in some tribes. I guess we're still lucky. LOL.
So, yes, I'm really a Senior! Hooray for my feet.
P.S. Thank you SO much to everyone who congratulated me. It really means a lot =) Congratulations also to everyone else who passed! They said the ACET results will be on the 5th (daw!), the USTET on the 28th, and the UPCAT on February pa. Good luck to us!
But as they say, it is all part of the experience. Every senior goes through this (okay, okay, the boys don't), it's practically an initiation to womanhood or something. Come to think of it, at least we will avoid any slip-ups on our Graduation. And, when we go to college or have a job and we're required to wear heels, at least we won't look like acrobats trying to balance themselves in a unicycle on a wire. Besides there are more painful things in life, like the Lotus feet for the Chinese girls, or the elongating of the necks of women in some tribes. I guess we're still lucky. LOL.
So, yes, I'm really a Senior! Hooray for my feet.
P.S. Thank you SO much to everyone who congratulated me. It really means a lot =) Congratulations also to everyone else who passed! They said the ACET results will be on the 5th (daw!), the USTET on the 28th, and the UPCAT on February pa. Good luck to us!
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i passed dlsu-cet!!
WHAT BETTER WAY TO START THE YEAR?!
I passed in De La Salle University Manila!!!
Now my staying up late for my Filipino project isn't so bad after all. At the stroke of midnight, I immediately went to the website and typed in my name and reference number.. and received such a GREAT news! =) Congrats to the rest of the Seniors who passed as well! It's as if a huuuuuuge weight has been lifted from our shoulders. Now we aren't school-less! Haha. We have a future already! YEHEYY! =)
Thank you, Lord!
I think I'm starting to like 2008 already.
I passed in De La Salle University Manila!!!
Now my staying up late for my Filipino project isn't so bad after all. At the stroke of midnight, I immediately went to the website and typed in my name and reference number.. and received such a GREAT news! =) Congrats to the rest of the Seniors who passed as well! It's as if a huuuuuuge weight has been lifted from our shoulders. Now we aren't school-less! Haha. We have a future already! YEHEYY! =)
Thank you, Lord!
I think I'm starting to like 2008 already.
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almost 2008.
Here it is, the layout I was telling you about. It's not much actually, just one of those pictures from our Christmas party I was playing around in Photoshop that eventually turned into a header. Haha. Like what I said, this will be my new year gift to my blog. And an advanced anniversary gift too! On February, Bombastarr will be 3 years old! Can you believe it? I say blogging is much better than getting a shrink for so many reasons. It's free and you gain friends! Haha. Anyway, I hope you love it in all its pinkness.
How was your Christmas? Mine was great. We had lunch at my father's side, then we went straight home to Batangas for our Christmas dinner with the mother's side. I got pretty cool gifts from everyone, some I already had a feeling about while others were totally unexpected! I loved that most of the presents I received this year weren't default gifts -- in other words they were given much thought. It's a comforting feeling knowing that someone cares enough to give you something you want because they want to make you feel loved, rather than giving just for the sake of giving. So.. did you all get what you wished for? I most certainly did! =)
Have you heard about the merging of the UAAP and the NCAA for 2008? (Click this to read the whole article) This will be for the centennial celebration of the University of the Philippines. Since UP is one of the founding schools of NCAA (they transferred to UAAP in 1938), the administrators thought that it would probably be a good idea to join the two divisions together and have one big collegiate championship, the UAAP-NCAA Centennial Cup. If you ask me, it's quite an ambitious idea considering that both the UAAP and NCAA have been independent for a lot of years already. And imagine how long the playoffs will be. But it's still pretty terrific! If it pushes through, I'm sure it will be all the more exciting since there will be 16 schools participating! One of the things that's bothering me though is how are they going to squish the crowd from 16 different schools in the Cheerdancing Competition in one venue? Hmm, just wondering. I'm definitely going to watch out for this. Whether they push through or not, I'm still going to be the big UAAP fan that I am now. Hopefully, my first real UAAP experience will be a blast next year. Can't wait for Season 71! =)
I'm hooked on yet another book series that I've been wanting to read for sooo long but only recently have I gotten a chance to get my hands on one. The first of the Jessica Darling series by Megan McCafferty, Sloppy Firsts, truly was a captivating read. Aside from the fact that the lead character and I both have a best friend named Hope (whom we both love dearly!), I like the familiarity it brings and the humor each page delivers. It's the answer to my hormonal teenage anxieties. I bought Second Helpings just today and I'm afraid of reading it right away because I might finish it. Nevertheless, I'm excited. =)
How was your Christmas? Mine was great. We had lunch at my father's side, then we went straight home to Batangas for our Christmas dinner with the mother's side. I got pretty cool gifts from everyone, some I already had a feeling about while others were totally unexpected! I loved that most of the presents I received this year weren't default gifts -- in other words they were given much thought. It's a comforting feeling knowing that someone cares enough to give you something you want because they want to make you feel loved, rather than giving just for the sake of giving. So.. did you all get what you wished for? I most certainly did! =)
Have you heard about the merging of the UAAP and the NCAA for 2008? (Click this to read the whole article) This will be for the centennial celebration of the University of the Philippines. Since UP is one of the founding schools of NCAA (they transferred to UAAP in 1938), the administrators thought that it would probably be a good idea to join the two divisions together and have one big collegiate championship, the UAAP-NCAA Centennial Cup. If you ask me, it's quite an ambitious idea considering that both the UAAP and NCAA have been independent for a lot of years already. And imagine how long the playoffs will be. But it's still pretty terrific! If it pushes through, I'm sure it will be all the more exciting since there will be 16 schools participating! One of the things that's bothering me though is how are they going to squish the crowd from 16 different schools in the Cheerdancing Competition in one venue? Hmm, just wondering. I'm definitely going to watch out for this. Whether they push through or not, I'm still going to be the big UAAP fan that I am now. Hopefully, my first real UAAP experience will be a blast next year. Can't wait for Season 71! =)I'm hooked on yet another book series that I've been wanting to read for sooo long but only recently have I gotten a chance to get my hands on one. The first of the Jessica Darling series by Megan McCafferty, Sloppy Firsts, truly was a captivating read. Aside from the fact that the lead character and I both have a best friend named Hope (whom we both love dearly!), I like the familiarity it brings and the humor each page delivers. It's the answer to my hormonal teenage anxieties. I bought Second Helpings just today and I'm afraid of reading it right away because I might finish it. Nevertheless, I'm excited. =)
Spotted!K and H
Anyway, speaking of books and Hope, I got her to start reading my all-time favorite series Gossip Girl and yes, she was immediately hooked! Gone are the days of ranting about how stupid Nate is for fooling around behind Blair's back or how unbelievably bitchy and nice Blair and Serena are, then realizing that my friends know nothing about the Upper East Siders. Also, at least I have someone super close to me who can relate, unlike before where I have to talk to the GG fans who watched the series first before reading, and thus have a misconceived notion about some of the characters (It can be quite a pain to explain to them the real story so I just let them do the talking, haha). Seriously. I'm dying to watch the entire first season of the show, but from what I've been hearing the plots have been twisted big time! So it's a good thing I christened Hope into the books first. Hehe. I'm going to let her borrow the third one when we go back to school again. Let's not fight like B and S, Enemy! =)
Maybe New Year's resolutions are trivial to some, but we've got nothing to lose if we at least try to become better persons for the coming year, right? Whether you decide to make one or not, I just hope the new year will bring you strength and courage to face whatever zit-causing troubles that will come your way!
May all your troubles last as long as your New Year's resolutions.
-- Joey Adams
Maybe New Year's resolutions are trivial to some, but we've got nothing to lose if we at least try to become better persons for the coming year, right? Whether you decide to make one or not, I just hope the new year will bring you strength and courage to face whatever zit-causing troubles that will come your way!
Let's rock 2008!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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the wait is almost over.
Let's see what's in store, shall we? In random order..
- One Tree Hill. On January 8, the new season shall begin. As most of you know, Season 5 will be four years into the future which means the whole gang is all grown up now. I'm so looking forward to the new season, especially for The Scotts! =) Nathan and Haley are proud parents of little Jamie -- and they are still so adorable! Nathan is still hot as ever. You have to see the sneak peeks, because I swear they make me more excited than ever! Click.
- College Admissions. I applied in five schools: UP, Ateneo, La Salle, UST and St. Paul Manila. As of the moment, I've only heard from SPUM, so I only have one school right now. All the others will be releasing their results sometime in January and February. There's no denying that the anxiety is building up on me -- and I'm sure on every senior in the country as well.
- Heels. I've waited for this day since first year high school. Fourth year students are always required to wear their heels to school as a formality towards the end of the year. On January 3rd, every senior in our school will grace the campus with their hot two-inch shoes and feel all dalaga. Haha. I have to buy a pair now.
- Graduation Ball. It's nearing and I still don't have a date! Haha. I already have a dress and shoes though. Just this week, another meeting was held, and as the Honorary Vice President, I attended. Mr. & Mrs. Lardizabal, Tin's parents and the HSPC heads discussed some money matters and other things regarding the occasion. I cannot wait! =)
- Summer Parties. I'm pretty freakin' sure that our class and/or batch will do some serious partying or something because it's our last year together! We have yet to think of the perfect summer getaway but I'm sure we will! It would be nice if both the Pullout and Regular will have one big bash since we never get to do that. Can't wait to bring out the swimsuit again! =)
- Starbucks Planner. Would you believe I only have one friggin' sticker left?! I cannot not get my hands on one tomorrow. I cannot wait to doodle my torments in that gorgeous journal! My Trigo notebook has always been filled with scribbles, "blog" entries, sketches and whatnots. I think it would be nice if I had a more proper place for all those spur-of-the-moment scrawlings. The doodling helps me stay awake in class though.. hmm, whatever. LOL.
- Upcoming concerts. I heard Maroon 5, Justin Timberlake and Incubus are coming to Manila on 2008! IMAGINE THAT! All my three hot crushes will arrive and give me a visit! Waaah. Gotta save up for all of them.
- My new layout. I just finished it today and i cannot wait to use it =) I'll upload it probably after I come back from Batangas. New year means new layout, right?
- Christmas. How can we forget? In just 3 days, the whole world will be celebrating the most anticipated holiday of the year. Little kids will be forcing themselves to stay up late just to watch out for Santa. Moms will be busy preparing their Christmas feast. Dads will be taking pictures of the whole family as they do their yearly traditions. Ninongs and ninangs will surely run out of crispy new bills. Relatives will fly home from all corners of the globe. It's the most wonderful time of the year, and what person in the right mind isn't excited about it?!
and of course..
I hope you all enjoy the holidays, and the new year ahead. But of course, let us not forget that all the merrymaking isn't worth a thing if we don't remember the one person whose birthday we are celebrating -- Jesus Christ. Let's not only make Him the center of this holiday, but the center of our lives all throughout the year as well.
Merry Christmas everyone!
I hope you all get what you wish for!
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emo-therapy.
According to physicians, stress is one of the leading causes of sickness and death. It has been a plague, killing us gently one by one. There a lot of ways to battle stress. Squeezing a stress ball with all your might is one. Shouting at the top of your lungs is two. Writing your thoughts in a diary or journal (like this one perhaps?) is another. And ripping the head of your doll -- well, that works for some. We all have our ways.
But I think the most popular, if not the most effective, way of taking out all the anxiety on your body is by singing your heart out to an angsty punk-rock emo song. How many nights have you spent, with the volume turned to the maximum, mouthing Dashboard Confessional's "Hands Down" while lying in bed? How many times have you and your friends crooned to Fall Out Boy's "Thnks Fr Th Mmrs" all while thinking of your oh-so-tragic love affairs? How many hours have you spent doodling down Jimmy Eat World lyrics at the back of your Physics notebook as your iPod plays? I won't deny that I'm guilty of the abovementioned scenarios sometimes, but aren't we all? Some of us may not wear thick eyeliners, or sport dark-rimmed glasses with one-sided bangs but like what Peyton Sawyer said, "I’m into the music, not the uniform." There's always going to be an emo inside each of us, waiting for its angst to be unleashed, often by a hot underground band.
Being emo is usually associated with being too sensitive and tormented, all whilst wearing tight-fitting sweaters and canvas sneakers. But maybe some of us can like the music without painting our fingernails black. I'm no hardcore emo, I have my share of pop and R&B loves too. But every once in a while, in some ironic and twisted kind of way, wallowing myself in desolation through these anguished songs.. feels oh so good.
The irony of misery. It only feels good when you sing about it.
Which is why, I'm off to try and see if warbling out the Sum and Difference Formula will help ease my frustrations severely caused by Trigonometry.
Adios, dah-lings.
But I think the most popular, if not the most effective, way of taking out all the anxiety on your body is by singing your heart out to an angsty punk-rock emo song. How many nights have you spent, with the volume turned to the maximum, mouthing Dashboard Confessional's "Hands Down" while lying in bed? How many times have you and your friends crooned to Fall Out Boy's "Thnks Fr Th Mmrs" all while thinking of your oh-so-tragic love affairs? How many hours have you spent doodling down Jimmy Eat World lyrics at the back of your Physics notebook as your iPod plays? I won't deny that I'm guilty of the abovementioned scenarios sometimes, but aren't we all? Some of us may not wear thick eyeliners, or sport dark-rimmed glasses with one-sided bangs but like what Peyton Sawyer said, "I’m into the music, not the uniform." There's always going to be an emo inside each of us, waiting for its angst to be unleashed, often by a hot underground band.
Being emo is usually associated with being too sensitive and tormented, all whilst wearing tight-fitting sweaters and canvas sneakers. But maybe some of us can like the music without painting our fingernails black. I'm no hardcore emo, I have my share of pop and R&B loves too. But every once in a while, in some ironic and twisted kind of way, wallowing myself in desolation through these anguished songs.. feels oh so good.
The irony of misery. It only feels good when you sing about it.
Which is why, I'm off to try and see if warbling out the Sum and Difference Formula will help ease my frustrations severely caused by Trigonometry.
Adios, dah-lings.
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karla the word nerd.
It's hard enough that we have to miss a couple of days' worth of class for this, we also have to study weird words and their etymologies as well. I'm talking about the Spelling quiz bee that Cathe, Cecile and I are joining tomorrow. Don't get me wrong, it's fun to not bring notebooks and worry about homeworks but there's not much to smile about when you hear your classmates talk about addition and subtraction of sines and cosines, and you realize you're clueless. Anyhow, we're here spending a few precious minutes in the CAI Lab, supposedly researching for the most difficult words in the world but knowing me, I just have to sneak in some blogging time. =)
Our periodic test in Accounting took place this morning and practically every otherAccounting student has had his/her mind rattled. I wouldn't really say I didn't review since I memorized the formats for adjusting, reversing and closing entries. It was a mind boggling test that usually left you feeling stupid afterward. HAHA. Hopefully I get a pretty decent score. But that's just one of the many worries to face this December. Next week will be our Periodic Tests already. And I'm nervous because I've missed quite a few days due to reviews. I seriously need to photocopy Hope's notebook ASAP! I probably will this afternoon. Oh, this is such a stressful month.
Add the upcoming holidays to the tension and I think I'm going to explode. I'm saving cash so that I've got money to burn this Christmas. I mean sure, I'm going to receive gifts but I also want to scratch somethings from my wishlist on my own. HAYY. It's going to be one anxious month for me. Seriously, I wonder how I still manage to wake up and stay energized sometimes. If you ask me, I think students are the most burned out people in the world. I swear. Sure adults have to worry about bills, bosses and piled up paperwork, but what about us? We have to budget our allowances, make time for studies and social life, listen to parents' and teachers' nagging and complete all projects and assignments within deadlines quicker than you can say pronto. It's a crazy life, don't you agree? Everybody else who works hard gets special treatment, teachers have service day and employees have 13th month pays. And what do we get? Weekends spent on doing schoolwork? I think they should give us a students' day or something. They've got to give us credit somehow, right? I say, Save the Students, Save the World! LOL.
I think all the words are taking their toll on me. So before I go all Elle Woods on you and start making a bill on student rights and privileges, allow me to sign off and say adios to you all. I'll be back before you know it. Oh and btw, thanks to all those who comment and tag. I'll update my links as soon as I am flush again. Mwah. Love to all =)
Meanwhile..
*drool*I love you ADAM!
Meanwhile..
*drool*
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stresstabs.
Stress is taking its toll on me. This past few weeks have been so Hectic with a capital H, I don't even know where to begin. Things-to-do have been piling up, and every time I get to accomplish one, another one comes along. I guess I should have been used to this by now, but I'm only a mere human being (even though I force myself to believe I'm some kind of superhero, LOL) and I get tired too. I just want this day, this week, this month -- this YEAR to end. I want to rest.
But the world won't stop moving if I do, so there's pretty much nothing I can do about it but just get it over with. It's easier said than done, but what the heck. I'd rather stress over these things now than later. So here I am cramming for what seems to be a week's worth of due assignments and notes (because I missed classes for quiz bee reviews) and preparations for this Friday's Youth Camp. I want to sleep like a normal human being but I can't. So I'm fighting the urge to close my eyes and doze off in wonderland. I think I'm going to be like this for the next couple of weeks.
I guess that means goodbye to perky and masipag me, and back to my real ways: stressed and procrastinating. It's nerve wracking.. but in a comforting kind of way. Because ironically, I also function better when I'm stressed. REALLY. Sa totoo lang talaga. (HAHA how many times did I say the word 'stressed' in that paragraph?!)
Indeed, I am a walking irony. I'm weird. Haha.
I have to go back and hone my cramming skills. Off to my room to fix my things and pray that there will be no quizzes tomorrow!
Adios, mi amigas.
But the world won't stop moving if I do, so there's pretty much nothing I can do about it but just get it over with. It's easier said than done, but what the heck. I'd rather stress over these things now than later. So here I am cramming for what seems to be a week's worth of due assignments and notes (because I missed classes for quiz bee reviews) and preparations for this Friday's Youth Camp. I want to sleep like a normal human being but I can't. So I'm fighting the urge to close my eyes and doze off in wonderland. I think I'm going to be like this for the next couple of weeks.
I guess that means goodbye to perky and masipag me, and back to my real ways: stressed and procrastinating. It's nerve wracking.. but in a comforting kind of way. Because ironically, I also function better when I'm stressed. REALLY. Sa totoo lang talaga. (HAHA how many times did I say the word 'stressed' in that paragraph?!)
Indeed, I am a walking irony. I'm weird. Haha.
I have to go back and hone my cramming skills. Off to my room to fix my things and pray that there will be no quizzes tomorrow!
Adios, mi amigas.
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sheer fantasies.
There are three guys whirling inside my mind right now: Brandon Boyd of Incubus, Adam Levine of Maroon 5, and Justine Timberlake. Three devilishly hot men, with swoon-worthy vocals, undeniably charming looks, and words that make and break your heart all at the same time. While doing my Filipino paper, they showed Maroon 5's "Won't Go Home Without You" for the nth time tonight, and for a moment I felt like Adam was looking at me and pleading me to come back to him. I wanted to be the girl in the video and desperately look back at him and tell him I'm willing go home with him. Seriously! Then the other night, the JT and Beyonce song "Til The End Of Time" was requested thrice in one night and gave me a bad case of LSS that I immediately grabbed my brush and started singing along in front of the mirror. How I wished I was Beyonce. Because if I had JT's love, then that would be enough til the end of time! =) And as all other nights, Brandon Boyd always always always meets me in outer space and makes me want to stay there in another realm with him. The effect of his voice -- ooh, brings chills to my spine!
But after being induced in some kind of vocalist euphoria, I suddenly realized how opposite my reactions are to what we're discussing in Music IV. You see, there are three types of listening: 1) Sensuous, which appeals to the senses and makes you want to sing or dance. 2) Expressive, which talks about the emotional level and brings out all your feelings, and lastly 3) Sheerly musical, which refers to the musical elements in a song. Obviously, i'm such a good sensuous and expressive listener -- aren't we all? But our teacher says we HAVE to be sheerly musical, because a song is more than just the lyrics. Music per se, includes the tempo, dynamics, rhythm, and all that. And she also mentioned that to be an effective listener, you must not fantasize nor imagine about anything but rather just focus on the music itself.
But how can you be a sheerly musical listener when three people like them come to mind? Surely, I need to practice more on the third type, but right now who cares. I think they should create another type: Sheerly whimsical is more like it. =)
HOWEVER..
There is still that one guy who my heart keeps on beating for: NATHAN SCOTT. And you thought I forgot about him haven't you? How could I -- he's the love of my life! And he's coming back, along with the whole gang! On January 8th, One Tree Hill shall return on its fifth season, and it's four years later! What makes it even more exciting are the sneak peeks here -- you should see it! Now I'm even more excited for the new year! Come quick 2008, I can't wait!
But how can you be a sheerly musical listener when three people like them come to mind? Surely, I need to practice more on the third type, but right now who cares. I think they should create another type: Sheerly whimsical is more like it. =)
HOWEVER..
There is still that one guy who my heart keeps on beating for: NATHAN SCOTT. And you thought I forgot about him haven't you? How could I -- he's the love of my life! And he's coming back, along with the whole gang! On January 8th, One Tree Hill shall return on its fifth season, and it's four years later! What makes it even more exciting are the sneak peeks here -- you should see it! Now I'm even more excited for the new year! Come quick 2008, I can't wait!
LOL, all my sentences in that paragraph ended with an exclamation point. Can you say excited?! Haha. Anyhoo, did you feel the earthquake kanina? Wala lang, it caused such a commotion but everyone was racing through the doors not because they wanted to be safe or something, but they wanted to escape Trigonometry class. Funny in a sad sort of way. I believe Math causes far worse headaches than earthquakes do.
Off to sleep. I'm wiped out. Later, y'all.
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can you feel the spirit?
On my previous post, I said I haven't been feeling the Christmas spirit just yet, but I think today it did. Or maybe this week. All I know is that in my head, the countdown already began, and every inch of me is looking forward to this holiday.
They say that nothing can ever satisfy a girl the way shopping does. And I totally agree with it. Today, my tita bought me a new pair of very, very hot heels from VNC at MoA. They're pink and gold, with a ribbon on the top. It's so girly and cute! And they're on sale -- 50% off! What's not to love?! Did I mention they were oh-so-hot? I'm going to use it for the wedding I'll be attending next year and of course, for other special upcoming events (ehem, Grad Ball? Hehe). I was also able to buy the dress I've been eyeing on for months at Shapes. It looks similar to the dress Haley wore at their prom! When we went inside, I was afraid na it was out of stock already since we saw it around September pa. They only had one left -- and it fit me perfectly! Talk about lucky! It's not the pink one though, but I still loved it because it looked so dalaga and all. And to top it all off, I got a cute shirt from Zara. SUPER DUPER cute talaga! It's always nice to shop and get what you want every once in a while, isn't it? No, scratch that, it's a GREAT feeling.
They say that nothing can ever satisfy a girl the way shopping does. And I totally agree with it. Today, my tita bought me a new pair of very, very hot heels from VNC at MoA. They're pink and gold, with a ribbon on the top. It's so girly and cute! And they're on sale -- 50% off! What's not to love?! Did I mention they were oh-so-hot? I'm going to use it for the wedding I'll be attending next year and of course, for other special upcoming events (ehem, Grad Ball? Hehe). I was also able to buy the dress I've been eyeing on for months at Shapes. It looks similar to the dress Haley wore at their prom! When we went inside, I was afraid na it was out of stock already since we saw it around September pa. They only had one left -- and it fit me perfectly! Talk about lucky! It's not the pink one though, but I still loved it because it looked so dalaga and all. And to top it all off, I got a cute shirt from Zara. SUPER DUPER cute talaga! It's always nice to shop and get what you want every once in a while, isn't it? No, scratch that, it's a GREAT feeling.
The shoes up close.
Me wearing them.Aren't they bee-yoo-ti-fool??
Did you know that there are three storms surrounding our country right now? Mina, the supertyphoon as we all know is about to hit the country in just a few hours. Lando, the previous one, has had a change in course and is going back to our country. And now a new typhoon has just formed, Nonoy (if I'm not mistaken) is about to arrive too. A part of me is happy about this because there's the possibility of the cancellation of classes and of course, I love the cold! I'd get to wear my jackets and use my cute apple green umbrella. But a part of me is also saddened and worried, especially for the people whose lives will be ruined yet again. Imagine the families who have to stay in evacuation centers for weeks with no food, no water and no electricity. Some are still recovering from the previous typhoons of last year, and now here they are again -- times three. I hope and pray that whatever happens in the next couple of weeks, everything will turn out okay.
Just a few more weeks to go and we'll be saying hello to a brand new year. 2008 is going to be a big year for me because of the following reasons:
Just a few more weeks to go and we'll be saying hello to a brand new year. 2008 is going to be a big year for me because of the following reasons:
- Release of the college entrance test results. We'll find out where we passed -- and where we didn't! This is all too scary.
- Heels. Seniors wear their heels to school starting January.
- Graduation Ball. Practically every senior in our school is secretly worrying about this even though they won't admit it. Haha.
- Graduation. Who isn't looking forward to this?! Buh-bye, black and white uniform!
- Last summer before college. It's the last hurrah before we go our separate ways.
- COLLEGE. Enough said.
Changed the layout, by the way. Obviously, inspired by my favorite drink, the Peppermint Mocha. I'm dying to have myself yet another relaxing cup. In the meantime, I shall settle for the new Del Monte Fit 'N Right, which contains L-Carnitine that burns fat! Haha. I seriously need to lose some inches. When I got so thin last summer, my jeans became loose. And now they're a little tight again, so I have to fit in them! Sigh. We always want what we can't have. LOL.
BTW, Happy birthday Ate Patty! She's going to celebrate her birthday tomorrow. One month apart pala tayo. Hehe.
Gotta go print my assignment for Music. Love to all.
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of hardcore cheesiness and peppermint delights.
We all know that the best part of being masipag is knowing that all your hard work paid off. I'm so glad that my perky-school-girl mode resulted to some pretty great rewards especially for the Long Tests. I'm not really grade conscious, but who doesn't want getting good scores? I'm happy with my results so far. I'm still crossing my fingers for the rest of my other subjects, though. Waaah.
Have you seen One More Chance? I swear, it is THE movie to watch! Almost everyone I know is talking about it! I'm not a fan of local films like this one but this is one of the very few which I really loved. It's a story of two longtime lovers who drifted apart and had to deal with the aftermath of their break-up. It's quite unlike the other films of the similar genre (haha, if you call hardcore cheesy a genre!!) and it actually made me cry! YES, I WAS CRYING THE WHOLE TIME, and at one point I even wanted to jump inside the screen and change things. LOL. I know a lot of people who can relate to it.. hehe. Their poster is undeniably ridiculous though, because they look like they're posing for a deodorant or something. But other than that, it's a great watch. You should see it, it might seem tacky but so what? We all deserve the cheesy ka-kiligans from time to time! HAHA.
Funny how I had the desire the blog tonight when I cannot really think of anything except how happy I am that finally the Starbucks Peppermint Mocha is back, in all its caffeinated glory! It's my number one favorite Starbucks drink. (My former favorite drink Mocha Valencia apparently contained alcohol which means I can't legally have it again until 2009) My friends always say it tastes like toothpaste. And I always have to say, "It's mint," with matching breathy voice to let them smell the aroma of the wonderfully tingly taste. HAHA. It breaks my heart that they only offer it during the holidays because I swear I need the bliss it brings all year long! But then again, if that's the case then I'll get bored with it and it wouldn't be this exciting. Anyway, part of the reason why I'm thrilled is of course, the Starbucks Planner. I'm always itching to get my hands on one every year. I'm always excited to fill it with important dates, appointments and secret entries. LOL. Thankfully, my generous titas and parents will gladly complete the stickers for me since I only get the regular high school student allowance, and this doesn't include iced, tall, Peppermint Mocha Frappucinos (nonfat milk) in the budgeting. LOL. Hayy, I can't wait for my next PM. Whee =)
Peppermint bliss =)
Speaking of Christmas blends, are you starting to feel the holiday spirit already? Yes, the weather's getting a little chillier everyday, the malls are starting to play Christmas carols, streets have been filled with Christmas decors and hit songs have been getting their X-mas remixes, but honestly I'm not feeling it just yet. Hopefully it will hit me soon because it's one of my favorite occasions of the year! And besides, I think I've been fairly nice this year. Hmm, I wonder what I'm going to get from Santa?? =)
BTW, I'm now a confirmed Catholic. Last Saturday, 150 of the 240 seniors in our school were confirmed at the St. Andrew's Cathedral. We have been discussing it in our CLE for quite a few quarters already, since it is a very important sacrament that we were to receive. It was funny how our batch wasn't really prepared for this since we only had our practice a day before and everything else was rushed -- from the preparations to the other details. But all in all, it was succesfull. I had three godparents -- one ninang and two ninongs. And then Nica had my mom as her ninang. And all my other classmates had our classmates' parents be their godparents, so parang we're all siblings by Confirmation already. Hehe. At least, di ba. Anyway, I guess this marks my journey as a mature Christian. Hmm, where shall I begin?
Probably by being responsible and finishing my homework. Teehee.
Toodles =)
Have you seen One More Chance? I swear, it is THE movie to watch! Almost everyone I know is talking about it! I'm not a fan of local films like this one but this is one of the very few which I really loved. It's a story of two longtime lovers who drifted apart and had to deal with the aftermath of their break-up. It's quite unlike the other films of the similar genre (haha, if you call hardcore cheesy a genre!!) and it actually made me cry! YES, I WAS CRYING THE WHOLE TIME, and at one point I even wanted to jump inside the screen and change things. LOL. I know a lot of people who can relate to it.. hehe. Their poster is undeniably ridiculous though, because they look like they're posing for a deodorant or something. But other than that, it's a great watch. You should see it, it might seem tacky but so what? We all deserve the cheesy ka-kiligans from time to time! HAHA.
Funny how I had the desire the blog tonight when I cannot really think of anything except how happy I am that finally the Starbucks Peppermint Mocha is back, in all its caffeinated glory! It's my number one favorite Starbucks drink. (My former favorite drink Mocha Valencia apparently contained alcohol which means I can't legally have it again until 2009) My friends always say it tastes like toothpaste. And I always have to say, "It's mint," with matching breathy voice to let them smell the aroma of the wonderfully tingly taste. HAHA. It breaks my heart that they only offer it during the holidays because I swear I need the bliss it brings all year long! But then again, if that's the case then I'll get bored with it and it wouldn't be this exciting. Anyway, part of the reason why I'm thrilled is of course, the Starbucks Planner. I'm always itching to get my hands on one every year. I'm always excited to fill it with important dates, appointments and secret entries. LOL. Thankfully, my generous titas and parents will gladly complete the stickers for me since I only get the regular high school student allowance, and this doesn't include iced, tall, Peppermint Mocha Frappucinos (nonfat milk) in the budgeting. LOL. Hayy, I can't wait for my next PM. Whee =)
Peppermint bliss =)Speaking of Christmas blends, are you starting to feel the holiday spirit already? Yes, the weather's getting a little chillier everyday, the malls are starting to play Christmas carols, streets have been filled with Christmas decors and hit songs have been getting their X-mas remixes, but honestly I'm not feeling it just yet. Hopefully it will hit me soon because it's one of my favorite occasions of the year! And besides, I think I've been fairly nice this year. Hmm, I wonder what I'm going to get from Santa?? =)
BTW, I'm now a confirmed Catholic. Last Saturday, 150 of the 240 seniors in our school were confirmed at the St. Andrew's Cathedral. We have been discussing it in our CLE for quite a few quarters already, since it is a very important sacrament that we were to receive. It was funny how our batch wasn't really prepared for this since we only had our practice a day before and everything else was rushed -- from the preparations to the other details. But all in all, it was succesfull. I had three godparents -- one ninang and two ninongs. And then Nica had my mom as her ninang. And all my other classmates had our classmates' parents be their godparents, so parang we're all siblings by Confirmation already. Hehe. At least, di ba. Anyway, I guess this marks my journey as a mature Christian. Hmm, where shall I begin?
Probably by being responsible and finishing my homework. Teehee.
Toodles =)
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senioritis.
Today we had our class picture taking, a couple of weeks back we had our annual picture taking, this week we will be having our Confirmation and in a few months, we will be wearing heels and finding out which schools we got into! Senior life is so stressful, and yet exciting all the same. You always feel like you really have to do your best because you know your time in school is running out -- in a few months you'll be leaving for real. When we talk about college and how we're going to be a year from now, the issue of separation from friends always comes up. What if we passed in different schools? What if someone migrates? It's scary to just even think about not being with your friends, but that's the reality we have to face everyday from now on: our time is really limited already because by March 16 we'll be bidding everyone farewell. I know we'll be seeing each other again, but who knows how often? We'll be going our separate ways and every single time I think about this, I feel a knot in my stomach. I feel like a giant clock is tick-tocking before me, counting down the number of days until I keep my checkered uniform for good. Everyday I feel this way, all mushy and nostalgic during random moments of the day and sometimes I think maybe it's just hormones at work but no, I really think I've got a bad case of senioritis.
Which probably explains my suddenly ardent urge to study really well. Not that I've not been studying hard, but you know, I seriously want to do better. After the sem break, I really didn't want to go back to school but now it seems like this strong wave has hit me and I'm in geek mode again. I've been doing my assignments religiously (this week at least) and I'm so determined in making sure my notes are a-okay. I update my Filipino notebook every chance I get because I don't want to submit an incomplete notebook when our teacher collects it unannounced. I haven't really been feeling sleepy in any of my classes (yet, haha) and though I've been sleeping late I'm still pretty energized. What is wrong with me? All of a sudden I'm Miss-Excited-For-School all over again, just like in grade school. LOL. Haha. I hope this goes on. I mean, sure being a lazy bum is, how shall I put it -- relaxing, but doesn't it feel more gratifying when you're reaping rewards out of your hard work? IT SURE IS. Karla the Geek is back, and she comes with a fixed pair of ubercute white eyeglasses. Heehee =)
I'm all up for making the most out of this year not just because I'll be graduating in March but because I know I can really do better. I wonder if I'm the only one feeling this way though? HMM.
Which probably explains my suddenly ardent urge to study really well. Not that I've not been studying hard, but you know, I seriously want to do better. After the sem break, I really didn't want to go back to school but now it seems like this strong wave has hit me and I'm in geek mode again. I've been doing my assignments religiously (this week at least) and I'm so determined in making sure my notes are a-okay. I update my Filipino notebook every chance I get because I don't want to submit an incomplete notebook when our teacher collects it unannounced. I haven't really been feeling sleepy in any of my classes (yet, haha) and though I've been sleeping late I'm still pretty energized. What is wrong with me? All of a sudden I'm Miss-Excited-For-School all over again, just like in grade school. LOL. Haha. I hope this goes on. I mean, sure being a lazy bum is, how shall I put it -- relaxing, but doesn't it feel more gratifying when you're reaping rewards out of your hard work? IT SURE IS. Karla the Geek is back, and she comes with a fixed pair of ubercute white eyeglasses. Heehee =)
I'm all up for making the most out of this year not just because I'll be graduating in March but because I know I can really do better. I wonder if I'm the only one feeling this way though? HMM.
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I'm totally loving Incubus this past few days. I've always had their songs on my iPod but the other day when it was in shuffle mode and played I Miss You, it's as if I've only heard them for the first time and just like that I'm in love with Brandon Boyd. Doesn't it make you want to be with him when he sings I Wish You Were Here? Or to meet him in outer space when you hear Stellar? As far as I know, I'm currently an Incubabe and I seriously wish I was his Southern Girl.
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sugarfall.
I really have no idea what that means, but it's a pretty hot song and I actually like it. I'm referring to one track in Britney Spears' latest album, Blackout. I don't think it's out here in our country yet, but what can you say, I have my sources. (Haha, the joys of Limewire) I remembered what E! News reported the other day about it, saying that music critics actually gave praises for the album. They said it was probably the best record she has made so far, and predicted it to top the charts. And who was I not to check it out? So whilst everyone else is fast asleep, I'm drowning myself in some hip techno-slash-dance music, which is un-Britney yet totally familiar, in an ironic kind of way. It's honestly pretty good you know, despite her overly-processed voice, because they're the type of songs wherein you cannot NOT nod your head to the beat. And here's the rad part: She mentions The Philippines in one of her songs!!
"I’m Miss American Dream since I was 17Pretty cool, huh? Haha. I swear I rewound that part a million times just to make sure she really did say 'the Philippines.' At least she doesn't go ranting about the so-called bogus reputation of our medical field. *ehem* And by the way, nice use of language, Britney. Derrière is actually a French word for butt. Haha, classy.
Don’t matter if I step on the scene
Or sneak away to the Philippines
They still gonna put pictures of my derrière in the magazine
You want a piece of me?"
-- Piece of Me, Britney Spears
I still miss the old Britney though. Hit me baby one more time? HAHA. I bought her first ever album when I was in first grade. We had her concerts on DVD. I always attempted to copy her moves in I'm A Slave 4U in Grade 3. And when I was in sixth grade, I remember being totally LSS-ed on Toxic and waiting almost all day on MTV just to see the video. Total hotness which only she can deliver, I believe. I'm still secretly rooting for her, though. I really hope she makes a jaw-dropping comeback that will make everyone shut up and just forget all the mess she's put herself in.ANYWAAAY. Enough Britney.
I'm hooked on our Wii yet again. I've been spending hours playing on that thing! And I swear, the reviews are for real -- it's totally addicting. But in a nice kind of way though. One may look crazy smashing imaginary tennis balls or boxing like mad using the Wiimote, but who cares. All the games you play require total body movement, so I guess that counts as workout? Hopefully! Haha. =)
This sembreak is so bitin. I want to relax and just not think of anything related to academics all day but a little voice inside my head keeps screaming, "Projects! Assignments!" and it's driving me nuts. I knoooow it's not due yet but I have this innate nerd in me that wants to get it done. Of course the procrastinator part always wins which is why I have been luxuriously spending my time in front of the PC or playing Wii instead. I've made an agreement with myself though: I'll find time to do them by Sunday. If I do, well, that's a deduction from my To-Do list. If I don't, I'll give up junk foods for the rest of the week (and hopefully lose weight, haha, I'm getting fatter by the minute). Either way, win-win for me. LOL.
How was your All Saint's Day, by the way? Mine was spent grave hopping. Haha. After our prayers, my tita and I decided to go "grave hopping" and look for our other relatives. I saw a couple of my classmates too, and some titas and titos. I've always looked forward to this yearly occasion because it means bonding with the family, even the departed ones. Besides, who doesn't love making candle wax figures?! HAHA. I remember making candle wax balls when I was a kid, tapos palakihan kami ng mga pinsan ko. But now, since we're all "grown up" hanggang siomai na lang na mukhang hakaw nagawa namin. It eventually became fishes though, because they put fins on it. LOL =)
Happy Birthday, Kassandra Obsum! =) We're going to her house later. Hehe. Can't wait!
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Currently watching Gossip Girl episodes! =) Whee. How hot can Nate get? I really love Blair, even though they made her seem like the bad girl there. I still think I'm her sometimes. LOL =) It's bliss watching my favorite book series for real. Oh, the joys of the Internet talaga! Okay, back to watching.
Team Blair!LATER, Y'ALL.
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unraveling with every word.
Two months, two quarterly tests, one Sabayang Pagbigkas, three college entrance exams, four new books, dozens of clothes, a good report card, a birthday and tons of happenings later..
I am back.
Whoot, whoot!
Whoot, whoot!
I guess you're expecting some lame-ass explanation as to where I've been and what has happened to me since my last post but I'm going to spare you the boring details of the past two months and just satisfy myself by greeting you with the biggest smile on my face as a SIXTEEN YEAR OLD! =) Yes, three days ago (last Friday, the 26th) I celebrated my sixteenth birthday and became a lady. Haha, okay so the whole lady-like transformation probably hasn't occured yet and I'm probably pretty much the same person I was four days ago. But nevertheless, I am 16 and ready to rock the world! LOL.
Just like last year, my birthday was also Intramurals in our school. The very idea of it sounded exciting, but in reality that meant not being able to spend the whole day with your friends especially if you're all involved in events that will take place that day (swimming for me and cheering for them). But all in all, the day was great. It was a little rough around the edges, but looking back it's probably one of the happiest birthdays ever. I seriously thought it was going to suck because I was sick and everyone else was busy, but surely life has its way of turning things around. I'm thankful I didn't really crumble that day. Of course, big hugs goes out to all of my friends, Nica, Trixie, Hope, Mikka, Tin, Kassey, Kaila, Cathe (who taught me a little game involving jeepneys and your fate, haha) and all the rest.. you know who you are! It really meant a lot to me when everyone treated me extra special that day. WHEE.
Just like last year, my birthday was also Intramurals in our school. The very idea of it sounded exciting, but in reality that meant not being able to spend the whole day with your friends especially if you're all involved in events that will take place that day (swimming for me and cheering for them). But all in all, the day was great. It was a little rough around the edges, but looking back it's probably one of the happiest birthdays ever. I seriously thought it was going to suck because I was sick and everyone else was busy, but surely life has its way of turning things around. I'm thankful I didn't really crumble that day. Of course, big hugs goes out to all of my friends, Nica, Trixie, Hope, Mikka, Tin, Kassey, Kaila, Cathe (who taught me a little game involving jeepneys and your fate, haha) and all the rest.. you know who you are! It really meant a lot to me when everyone treated me extra special that day. WHEE.
Go Lilac swimmers! =)In recent news, I voted for the first time ever today! As one of the perks of being a sixteen-year-old, I have to exercise my right to vote for the Sangguniang Kabataan or SK elections. For the first time in my life, I got to experience the whole "Eleksyon sa Pilipinas" scenario, and trust me, it was as cliche as cliche can get. At first, I didn't really want to vote since I did not know WHO to vote, except for my neighbor-slash-childhood friend who will run for SK Kagawad. But because she came over here the other day together with one party-mate, they handed me a list of the candidates from their party which gave me a reason to go. Together with my parents and titas, we went to PNHS Central to get it all over with. Unsurprisingly, it was packed with people -- literally. Almost everyone I crossed paths with gave me fliers and were shouting names I couldn't even understand. The place was so noisy, crowded and dirty. As we went up to search for our precincts, people from all walks of life were there to make sure their vote counted. Since I already know where my precinct is (thanks to my candidate friend), I decided to go with my parents first. Apparently, the list got mixed up and they found their names in different rooms. Supposedly, they should go to the same room since we lived in the same street and had the same surname, and besides that was how it was last elections. My parents were able to vote, but my tita wasn't because she couldn't find her name anywhere. They practically searched the whole school but to no success. I wasn't surprised though, because isn't this how they all said the elections will go? After that, my dad accompanied me to my precinct. A part of me was excited, a part of me dreaded getting my finger inked. I checked my name on the list by the door, just so I would know how it felt to be relieved upon seeing your name. Haha. There it was, on the first page. I took a deep breath, entered the room, signed my name, left my thumbmark, wrote down the candidates, had my index finger stained by the indelibe ink, and that was it. The whole thing lasted for about five minutes or less. It was funny how everything else was so chaotic when that's just basically what you're going to do: ink, sign, write, ink. I heaved a sigh upon leaving the room, but it wasn't really one of relief knowing that I was able to exercise my right and let my vote count, rather more of a sigh that said, "I am now officially part of the crazy circus that causes too much crime and economic instability: Philippine Elections." Hooray for me -- not?
It Had To Be You: The Gossip Girl Prequel
by Cecily Von Ziegesar
I'm hoping this 'return' will be for good. Though I can't promise I can update on a daily basis, hopefully I can find the time every once in a while to check you in on what's happening on my somewhat-boring-sometimes-interesting life. I just missed this blog too much, I can't imagine I survived two months without a single update! But that's how life is for me. It sucks when your busy all the time. Oh well, past is past. I can't bring back the time. I can, however, come back with a new layout. Still adhering to my virtue of simplicity, this layout was inspired by the Jack's Mannequin song, I'm Ready. It was one of those boring Saturday afternoons, I put my iPod on shuffle mode and the song just surprised me. I guess the lyrics stayed and that was a beginning of a new love affair with a song. I'm hoping to learn it on the piano, but until then here's where I placed my so-called creative juices. I hope you like the layout. The links and archives are found at the bottom of the page though, because I'm getting a bit tired of the side bar. And I also temporarily removed the tagboard, so if you want to say something to me I have one word for you: COMMENT! =)
I really missed you guys. It's good to be back.
Adieu.
Yesterday, I became the happiest girl in the world when I finally got my hands on the book I've been waiting for since the first time I heard it. We went to MOA to get myself the sixth book of The A-List (Some Like It Hot) by Zoey Dean, the series which has been my current read. I brought the five-hundred-peso birthday gift I received from one of my lolas and entered Power Books in the hope of finding the installment there. But lo and behold, my mom suddenly points out something from the display, and there it was, in all its black and hardbound beauty -- The Gossip Girl Prequel: It Had To Be You. My initial reaction was to grab it and hold it securely so that no one else can get it. After about a nanosecond, I stared at it and actually pinched myself a little to make sure I'm not dreaming because in my hands is THE book I have been waiting and looking for. And to my surprise and utter delight, it wasn't very expensive too! I eventually found the A-List book, but was actually willing to not buy that because Gossip Girl was first priority when it came to books. Haha. But because of one special reason -- ehem, Birthday Weekend -- my dad told me I can buy both (hati kami sa bayad, haha). Hooray for me! And besides, I earned it because of my good grades this quarter. So I whipped out all my money for the book. But so what? For a bookworm like me, it was sooo worth it.
It Had To Be You: The Gossip Girl Prequel
by Cecily Von Ziegesar
I'm hoping this 'return' will be for good. Though I can't promise I can update on a daily basis, hopefully I can find the time every once in a while to check you in on what's happening on my somewhat-boring-sometimes-interesting life. I just missed this blog too much, I can't imagine I survived two months without a single update! But that's how life is for me. It sucks when your busy all the time. Oh well, past is past. I can't bring back the time. I can, however, come back with a new layout. Still adhering to my virtue of simplicity, this layout was inspired by the Jack's Mannequin song, I'm Ready. It was one of those boring Saturday afternoons, I put my iPod on shuffle mode and the song just surprised me. I guess the lyrics stayed and that was a beginning of a new love affair with a song. I'm hoping to learn it on the piano, but until then here's where I placed my so-called creative juices. I hope you like the layout. The links and archives are found at the bottom of the page though, because I'm getting a bit tired of the side bar. And I also temporarily removed the tagboard, so if you want to say something to me I have one word for you: COMMENT! =)
I really missed you guys. It's good to be back.
Adieu.
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