just take me away from here...
Fleetwood Mac
Landslide
I took my love, i took it down
climbed a mountain and i turned around
and i saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
'til the landslide brought it down
oh, mirror in the sky
-what is love?
-can the child within my heart rise above?
-can i sail thru the changin' ocean tides?
-can i handle the seasons of my life?
i don't know.....
well, i've been afraid of changin'
'cause i've built my life around you
but time makes you bolder
even children get older
and i'm getting older too
oh, take my love, take it down
climb a mountain and turn around
-and if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
well the landslide will bring it down
-and if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
well the landslide will bring it down
the landslide will bring it down
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
. . . .
for the record, i don't know what happened.
i thought a good night's sleep would wipe it all away. i thought i'd be ok in the morning. i thought that listening to my favorite CDs would make it go away. i thought that yahoo! and friendster would be my bright spot this morning.
well, as it turns out, lei, you’re wrong. Pretty damn wrong actually.
Maybe it has something to do with the weather.
How can something so simple (so FREAKING small!!) make me feel like this??!! I felt like someone had given me a slap in the face-- a much needed slap, now that I think about it.
and so, there I was in the ikot, thinking about ten million things and wondering what the hell am I really doing with my life?
and there I was bringing tong to the tricycles, thinking (and talking) about ten million things, both of us wondering what the hell we’re really doing with our lives.
what do I want? I want to go home. I want to sleep. I want to rest. I want to think. I want to cry, for what reason? I don’t know. I just want to lie down on my bed. Just forget everything. Forget everything that’s happened.
someone I know would call me a brat right about now.
i thought a good night's sleep would wipe it all away. i thought i'd be ok in the morning. i thought that listening to my favorite CDs would make it go away. i thought that yahoo! and friendster would be my bright spot this morning.
well, as it turns out, lei, you’re wrong. Pretty damn wrong actually.
Maybe it has something to do with the weather.
How can something so simple (so FREAKING small!!) make me feel like this??!! I felt like someone had given me a slap in the face-- a much needed slap, now that I think about it.
and so, there I was in the ikot, thinking about ten million things and wondering what the hell am I really doing with my life?
and there I was bringing tong to the tricycles, thinking (and talking) about ten million things, both of us wondering what the hell we’re really doing with our lives.
what do I want? I want to go home. I want to sleep. I want to rest. I want to think. I want to cry, for what reason? I don’t know. I just want to lie down on my bed. Just forget everything. Forget everything that’s happened.
someone I know would call me a brat right about now.
Sunday, June 27, 2004
frustrated
i'm becoming immesnsely frustrated with the pc right now. i cannot access my blog, my friends blogs, my friends photoblogs, my yahoo mail... etc.
crap talaga.
oh, i forgot to mention, tong slept over here friday night. we were working on the consti.. thank God we finished it.
pota talaga. i'm really pissed off now.
crap talaga.
oh, i forgot to mention, tong slept over here friday night. we were working on the consti.. thank God we finished it.
pota talaga. i'm really pissed off now.
stella o
the one good thing about going to mass in UA&P (no matter how much I despise it), is that it ALWAYS serves as a reunion of sorts. Before, during and after the Mass, I found myself greeting/ beso-ing/ hugging people I haven’t seen in months, heck, and even years.
the other good thing? (though I’m not too sure if this exactly was a good thing) I was speaking in straight english. however, I did have some of my moments…
sample:
“so, Lei, where do you study?”
me: “Um… sa UP po…”
“where? in UA&P?”
“Um… hindi po… sa UP po…”
“Lei? Is that you? Are you talking in Filipino??!!”
yeah… go figure.
so there I was, dressed like I came from the mountains (big shirt, big cargo shorts, tribus and native bag care of lala), and people were coming up to me from all around, asking about my mom or just plain wondering how I’ve been, where I’ve been all this time, and why have I not been visiting them??
another good thing? the choir. Always, always and always. They never ever fail to give me goosebumps whenever they sing. Who cares if it was in Latin? Oh, and kudos too to the University of the East Chorale-- each of them sounds like a contestant for “Star in a Million.” But the Stella O choir had a great rendition of the “I will sing forever of your love, O lord…” song. haha, I don’t know the title.
the bad thing? I looked like a complete slob, in front of all these people dressed in formal wear.
the other good thing? (though I’m not too sure if this exactly was a good thing) I was speaking in straight english. however, I did have some of my moments…
sample:
“so, Lei, where do you study?”
me: “Um… sa UP po…”
“where? in UA&P?”
“Um… hindi po… sa UP po…”
“Lei? Is that you? Are you talking in Filipino??!!”
yeah… go figure.
so there I was, dressed like I came from the mountains (big shirt, big cargo shorts, tribus and native bag care of lala), and people were coming up to me from all around, asking about my mom or just plain wondering how I’ve been, where I’ve been all this time, and why have I not been visiting them??
another good thing? the choir. Always, always and always. They never ever fail to give me goosebumps whenever they sing. Who cares if it was in Latin? Oh, and kudos too to the University of the East Chorale-- each of them sounds like a contestant for “Star in a Million.” But the Stella O choir had a great rendition of the “I will sing forever of your love, O lord…” song. haha, I don’t know the title.
the bad thing? I looked like a complete slob, in front of all these people dressed in formal wear.
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
lost in translation
i watched an artsy fartsy film last sunday, lost in translation. i don't know why, but the film was so moving. it was beautifully done, it was so perfect. i love the whole straight to the point, no bullshit, frank dialogue. great, great movie.
i love this part
i love this part
wednesday morning
it's a boring wednesday morning. no class, thankfully. i need a break, even if we haven't done anything remotely backbreaking or eyebags-inducing. well, not yet anyway.
a sudden burst of rain, then a bright ray of sunshine. i'm getting used to all these strange weather patterns.
my hand reeks of animal fat, mixed with tomato sauce, basil leaves, oregano, cheese, onions, cabbage. yup, I’m having a burrito at 9 in the morning.
right now, I don’t want to think. I don’t want to think of anything that’s been happening to me these past few days. I don’t want to think of the mindless conversations I have with myself just before I go to sleep every night. [I talk to myself, so what? don’t you?]
tomato sauce is spilling on the keyboard. shit, got to wipe this off. now it’s spilling on my shorts.
I think of conversations of past, of resolutions made, of conflicts resolved, of questions both answered and unanswered. No, I don’t want to think about them. Can’t I give myself a little downtime?
a sudden burst of rain, then a bright ray of sunshine. i'm getting used to all these strange weather patterns.
my hand reeks of animal fat, mixed with tomato sauce, basil leaves, oregano, cheese, onions, cabbage. yup, I’m having a burrito at 9 in the morning.
right now, I don’t want to think. I don’t want to think of anything that’s been happening to me these past few days. I don’t want to think of the mindless conversations I have with myself just before I go to sleep every night. [I talk to myself, so what? don’t you?]
tomato sauce is spilling on the keyboard. shit, got to wipe this off. now it’s spilling on my shorts.
I think of conversations of past, of resolutions made, of conflicts resolved, of questions both answered and unanswered. No, I don’t want to think about them. Can’t I give myself a little downtime?
Monday, June 21, 2004
joys of UP
I did it all for the nuqui (yeah!), the nuqui (yeah!) so you can take that cookie!! and stick it up your, yeah!! stick it up your, yeah!!! stick it up your!!!
--- “nookie” limp bizkit
today, during my math 2 class (practical math is the course description) sir nuqui was talking about the upcoming UAAP games (woohoo!! july 10 na!!) and how to compute all the possible results of the basketball competition-- manually.
That wasn’t the funny part. The funny part goes like this.
team wins losses
UP 7 0
UE 6 1
UST 5 2
FEU 4 3
NU 3 4
ADMU 2 5
AdU 1 6
DLSU 0 7
then sir asks us "ok, class, do you see anything wrong with this?"
me: “um… sir… panalo po ang UP… sa lahat ng games po, sir”
sir and the entire class: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!”
sir: [still chuckling] “haha.. that’s not the point. it’s not the point of whether UP has won the most games or not… though I think if the UAAP consisted of practical math, then UP would win for sure…”
us: “HAHAHAHAHA!!!!”
tidbits from sir: apparently, 95% of UP students come from bracket 9. and that if we didn’t pay P6000/sem, we should actually be paying P25000/sem. hmm… interesting.
from sir: “if you go to the other schools such as la salle and ateneo, you really notice that the students get what they pay for. here, it may be the case. well, in this classroom, at least. look: nearly all the lights are functioning, there’s aircon, there are 2 blackboards and a white board, the chairs are not falling off…”
HAHAHAHAHA!!!
amazing really, how despite the continued deterioration of our beloved campus, everyone still knows how to have a sense of humor.
--- “nookie” limp bizkit
today, during my math 2 class (practical math is the course description) sir nuqui was talking about the upcoming UAAP games (woohoo!! july 10 na!!) and how to compute all the possible results of the basketball competition-- manually.
That wasn’t the funny part. The funny part goes like this.
team wins losses
UP 7 0
UE 6 1
UST 5 2
FEU 4 3
NU 3 4
ADMU 2 5
AdU 1 6
DLSU 0 7
then sir asks us "ok, class, do you see anything wrong with this?"
me: “um… sir… panalo po ang UP… sa lahat ng games po, sir”
sir and the entire class: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!”
sir: [still chuckling] “haha.. that’s not the point. it’s not the point of whether UP has won the most games or not… though I think if the UAAP consisted of practical math, then UP would win for sure…”
us: “HAHAHAHAHA!!!!”
tidbits from sir: apparently, 95% of UP students come from bracket 9. and that if we didn’t pay P6000/sem, we should actually be paying P25000/sem. hmm… interesting.
from sir: “if you go to the other schools such as la salle and ateneo, you really notice that the students get what they pay for. here, it may be the case. well, in this classroom, at least. look: nearly all the lights are functioning, there’s aircon, there are 2 blackboards and a white board, the chairs are not falling off…”
HAHAHAHAHA!!!
amazing really, how despite the continued deterioration of our beloved campus, everyone still knows how to have a sense of humor.
Sunday, June 20, 2004
reality bites (pretty damn hard, actually)
it’s amazing really what one year can do. here I am thinking that nothing’s changed, that everything has remained the same, when I realized that that’s not the truth. far from it, in fact.
and I realized that just now, while ym-ing my old high school buddies and busmates.
how one year can change a person so much, yet that person can still remain the same. how so much has happened between the two of you (and everyone else) yet still…
dammit. I miss everyone. I really do.
it’s this whole sense of college hitting me all over again. how I want to see them, despite all the changes surrounding us, but how there are so much obstacles in the way. and so much excuses.
and then you realize that it’s too late. that one year has actually gone by. and then you look at yourself and realize how much you changed and how much others have changed.
and you can’t go back. no matter how hard you try. all you have to do is think of the present, think of the future. and try not to commit the same mistakes again.
but you know that won’t happen. you know it’s a vicious cycle. and more often than not, there’s nothing you can do about it.
punyeta talaga o…
and I realized that just now, while ym-ing my old high school buddies and busmates.
how one year can change a person so much, yet that person can still remain the same. how so much has happened between the two of you (and everyone else) yet still…
dammit. I miss everyone. I really do.
it’s this whole sense of college hitting me all over again. how I want to see them, despite all the changes surrounding us, but how there are so much obstacles in the way. and so much excuses.
and then you realize that it’s too late. that one year has actually gone by. and then you look at yourself and realize how much you changed and how much others have changed.
and you can’t go back. no matter how hard you try. all you have to do is think of the present, think of the future. and try not to commit the same mistakes again.
but you know that won’t happen. you know it’s a vicious cycle. and more often than not, there’s nothing you can do about it.
punyeta talaga o…
rosary
naks.. feeling religious.. hehe. i was in the mood to write this kanina pero nasira ang mood ko dahil sa e-heads chaka dahil sa mga bros ko...
anyway...
this evening we were praying the rosary, which has been the tradition in our family since god-knows-when, when i realized how we never take the rosary seriously. well it's not actually a new realization but i realized it again a while ago.
i remember when ate jim and i were coming home (or going to ccp, not too sure) from the linkin park concert last tuesday and the driver was talking about the rosary and how he didn't believe in it. It's a 20minute prayer with absolutely zero meaning in it. It's routine, you repeat the same things over and over again-- there's no thought, no meaning in it!
during my [wonderful] days of my beloved alma mater, our teacher was telling us the proper way to pray the rosary: after every mystery, you're supposed to pause and reflect on the mystery and Jesus, and after that, state your personal intentions. No wonder ma always leaves a long pause before she says the Our Fathers and Hail Marys and the Glory Bes.
I wonder if anyone actually takes that seriously.
A while ago, I’ve come to see the evolution of the rosary in the family. What used to be something solemn prayed every weekend and every time we’d drive home from alabang during our elementary/high school days has turned into a joke. We end up looking at our surroundings for things to break the monotony of the prayer. Me, lafi, lio and Ma laughing at the industrial fan playing tricks on the light and hat. Lio throwing his [dirty, smelly] socks at me and lafi, shocking us. Usually, pa playing with his pustiso making us all laugh. me trying to hit/trip lafi every time he walks by me. the kuyas making funny faces or noises… The rosary has become a race of who gets to finish answering first. It has become a race of who gets to kiss ma and pa first after the rosary.
But strangely enough, despite the piousness of our family (or should I say, the piousness of ma, pa and liro), I’m not surprised at what’s happening. I guess it was all just a matter of time before things turned out this way.
anyway...
this evening we were praying the rosary, which has been the tradition in our family since god-knows-when, when i realized how we never take the rosary seriously. well it's not actually a new realization but i realized it again a while ago.
i remember when ate jim and i were coming home (or going to ccp, not too sure) from the linkin park concert last tuesday and the driver was talking about the rosary and how he didn't believe in it. It's a 20minute prayer with absolutely zero meaning in it. It's routine, you repeat the same things over and over again-- there's no thought, no meaning in it!
during my [wonderful] days of my beloved alma mater, our teacher was telling us the proper way to pray the rosary: after every mystery, you're supposed to pause and reflect on the mystery and Jesus, and after that, state your personal intentions. No wonder ma always leaves a long pause before she says the Our Fathers and Hail Marys and the Glory Bes.
I wonder if anyone actually takes that seriously.
A while ago, I’ve come to see the evolution of the rosary in the family. What used to be something solemn prayed every weekend and every time we’d drive home from alabang during our elementary/high school days has turned into a joke. We end up looking at our surroundings for things to break the monotony of the prayer. Me, lafi, lio and Ma laughing at the industrial fan playing tricks on the light and hat. Lio throwing his [dirty, smelly] socks at me and lafi, shocking us. Usually, pa playing with his pustiso making us all laugh. me trying to hit/trip lafi every time he walks by me. the kuyas making funny faces or noises… The rosary has become a race of who gets to finish answering first. It has become a race of who gets to kiss ma and pa first after the rosary.
But strangely enough, despite the piousness of our family (or should I say, the piousness of ma, pa and liro), I’m not surprised at what’s happening. I guess it was all just a matter of time before things turned out this way.
Thursday, June 17, 2004
linkin park hangover
heehee, got this from jimi's message on the bulletin board on friendster. heeeheeehee
Date: June 15, 2004 9:51 PM
Subject: linkin park
Message: gold front row v.i.p. tickets!
whoooa!
thanks to lei's sis!
and thanks to lei's invitation.
thanks to the manong - who after much pleading,
begging, and charms, gave us linkin park's copy
of the repertoire for the night, and a copy of
their song posted somewhere in the stage.
seen a whole new perpective on a lot of things
that night.
thanks again lei!
umm, sorry tong and chatz... it pays to be in YM,
you get to grab invitations right then and there.
mmmwuah!
heeeheee. yeah, that's me gloating :D
Date: June 15, 2004 9:51 PM
Subject: linkin park
Message: gold front row v.i.p. tickets!
whoooa!
thanks to lei's sis!
and thanks to lei's invitation.
thanks to the manong - who after much pleading,
begging, and charms, gave us linkin park's copy
of the repertoire for the night, and a copy of
their song posted somewhere in the stage.
seen a whole new perpective on a lot of things
that night.
thanks again lei!
umm, sorry tong and chatz... it pays to be in YM,
you get to grab invitations right then and there.
mmmwuah!
heeeheee. yeah, that's me gloating :D
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
euphoria
i am in a state of absolute euphoria. i cannot believe it. right now, i just want to scream, dance, jump, go crazy, ANYTHING!!!!
i don't want to be the one the battles always choose
cause inside i realize i'm the one confused
can't you see that you're smothering me,
holding too tightly
afraid to lose control
it's like i'm paranoid looking over my back
it's like a whirlwind inside of my head
every step that I take is another mistake to you
this lack of self control I feel is never-ending
it’s haunting how I can’t seem to find myself again, my walls are closing in
shut up, shut up when I’m talking to you, shut up
I put my trust in you
pushed as far as I can go
I wanna know the answers, no more lies
you like to think you’re never wrong,
you live what you learned
for all this, there’s only one thing you should know
put it out for the world to see, LP and xmen to the tenth degree
don’t turn your back on me, I won’t be ignored
I haven’t taken a bath yet. my shirt is soaking wet, I smell like sweat, I haven’t eaten (just 2 glasses of sunkist orange in ccp) I don’t care. I have the world’s biggest smile on my face. there are so much things I’m so thankful for:
…ate providing me with 2 gold front tickets (DEFINITELY!!!)
…being roughly ten feet away from linkin park
…the taxi driver who thought of all possible shortcuts to get jim and I to ccp
…the line to the portalet being wonderfully short
…linkin park starting on time
…them playing my fave songs (crawling, papercut, breaking the habit, numb)
…the manong who was kind enough to give jim and I a souvenir (he introduced himself as jerry yan and I’m called “anna” --don’t ask why) WITHOUT HAVING TO PAY!!! unlike those poor souls who shelled out P500 for a guitar pick
…meeting up with liro there
…having a screamfest with liro there
…touching the water bottle that rob threw (*sigh*) and nearly getting it!!
…the taxi driver (on the way to mega) who talked about led zeppelin, metallica, black-eyed peas, catholicism, aerosmith, michael buble, evanescence, axl rose, the beatles
…jimi, being such a wonderful companion
…being able to find liro and jim after buying two sunkists orange (after much staring from the sunkist lady cause she saw me finish one cup in five seconds)
…lala’s payong which made me stand out in the crowd… hehe
…the crowd not being total war freaks (actually the front people were like, the like you know coño crowd… woohoo!! conyos rule!!! hehe)
there are so much to be thankful for!!! if only I had five extra hands to write down everything I’m feeling!!! the only thing I want to do right now is SCREAM. like anything. when we got off the taxi in ccp, I started screaming from the euphoria of being there, even more so when we realized that our tickets were front seats, even more so when they suddenly appeared, even more when we were able to get free souvenirs(!!! beach academy training yan… and a helluva lotta charm!!!). in the taxi, in the jeep, walking home, now--- all I want to do is scream!!
I wonder if mishi watched. I mentioned earlier, mishi and I were the linkin park pioneers.
mike: “I say it’s goin’, you say, down!!… it’s goin’”
audience: “down!!!”
mike: “it’s goin…”
audience: “down!!!!”
mike: “itaas… how does that go?… itaas nyo ang mga kamay!!!”
mike: “mabuhay kayong lahat!!!
mike: “you guys are one of the best crowds we’ve ever played to!!!”
bola. I don’t care. jologs sila. as of right now, I don’t care.
whhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee………
i don't want to be the one the battles always choose
cause inside i realize i'm the one confused
can't you see that you're smothering me,
holding too tightly
afraid to lose control
it's like i'm paranoid looking over my back
it's like a whirlwind inside of my head
every step that I take is another mistake to you
this lack of self control I feel is never-ending
it’s haunting how I can’t seem to find myself again, my walls are closing in
shut up, shut up when I’m talking to you, shut up
I put my trust in you
pushed as far as I can go
I wanna know the answers, no more lies
you like to think you’re never wrong,
you live what you learned
for all this, there’s only one thing you should know
put it out for the world to see, LP and xmen to the tenth degree
don’t turn your back on me, I won’t be ignored
I haven’t taken a bath yet. my shirt is soaking wet, I smell like sweat, I haven’t eaten (just 2 glasses of sunkist orange in ccp) I don’t care. I have the world’s biggest smile on my face. there are so much things I’m so thankful for:
…ate providing me with 2 gold front tickets (DEFINITELY!!!)
…being roughly ten feet away from linkin park
…the taxi driver who thought of all possible shortcuts to get jim and I to ccp
…the line to the portalet being wonderfully short
…linkin park starting on time
…them playing my fave songs (crawling, papercut, breaking the habit, numb)
…the manong who was kind enough to give jim and I a souvenir (he introduced himself as jerry yan and I’m called “anna” --don’t ask why) WITHOUT HAVING TO PAY!!! unlike those poor souls who shelled out P500 for a guitar pick
…meeting up with liro there
…having a screamfest with liro there
…touching the water bottle that rob threw (*sigh*) and nearly getting it!!
…the taxi driver (on the way to mega) who talked about led zeppelin, metallica, black-eyed peas, catholicism, aerosmith, michael buble, evanescence, axl rose, the beatles
…jimi, being such a wonderful companion
…being able to find liro and jim after buying two sunkists orange (after much staring from the sunkist lady cause she saw me finish one cup in five seconds)
…lala’s payong which made me stand out in the crowd… hehe
…the crowd not being total war freaks (actually the front people were like, the like you know coño crowd… woohoo!! conyos rule!!! hehe)
there are so much to be thankful for!!! if only I had five extra hands to write down everything I’m feeling!!! the only thing I want to do right now is SCREAM. like anything. when we got off the taxi in ccp, I started screaming from the euphoria of being there, even more so when we realized that our tickets were front seats, even more so when they suddenly appeared, even more when we were able to get free souvenirs(!!! beach academy training yan… and a helluva lotta charm!!!). in the taxi, in the jeep, walking home, now--- all I want to do is scream!!
I wonder if mishi watched. I mentioned earlier, mishi and I were the linkin park pioneers.
mike: “I say it’s goin’, you say, down!!… it’s goin’”
audience: “down!!!”
mike: “it’s goin…”
audience: “down!!!!”
mike: “itaas… how does that go?… itaas nyo ang mga kamay!!!”
mike: “mabuhay kayong lahat!!!
mike: “you guys are one of the best crowds we’ve ever played to!!!”
bola. I don’t care. jologs sila. as of right now, I don’t care.
whhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee………
Sunday, June 13, 2004
perfect
it's a boring sunday and i have nothing to do so i was just answering random quizzes and i found one that suits me perfectly.
hahahaha!!! i LOVE this test!!
hahahaha!!! i LOVE this test!!
name generator
| C | Cool |
| O | Organic |
| N | Naughty |
| C | Casual |
| U | Unreal |
| B | Bouncy |
| I | Important |
| N | Naive |
| E | Edgy |
Name Acronym Generator
From Go-Quiz.com
cool. does this describe me?
Saturday, June 12, 2004
something wrong
there is something so wrong with the pc. why, oh why does it only choose to go to specific sites???!! for example, i cannot seem to access my mail. "Cannt find server" always appears onscreen. Same goes with my blog. i've written at least 10 entries but i have no idea how my blog looks like. funny, i was talking about the things that matter an entry ago, yet here i am complaining how the computer refuses to cooperate.
life is one big contradiction, dontcha think??
life is one big contradiction, dontcha think??
fare hike
this morning (oh yeah, HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY PHILIPPINES!!!!!) going to the mrt station, jeepney fare was still 4 pesos. Going to UP from edsa was still P5.50. That afternoon around 130, the fare from UP to edsa was still P5.50. Later today, around 3:45, the fare from Crossing to the village was now P5.50. Ho-hum. During the prodwork, Lyn told me I was lucky "kasi di pa tumaas ang fare ko papuntang UP." Yeah, well, my luck ran out that afternoon. Things happen for a reason, I don’t know what that reason is for me to run out of money everyday.
let’s compute my estimated daily expenses:
village to mrt: P5.50
mrt to quezon ave: P11.50
edsa to UP: P7.50
ikot (at least once): P5 (I’m guessing)
meal: P50 (I highly doubt I will spend this little for food)
UP to mrt: P7.50
mrt to shaw blvd: P11.50
crossing to village: P5.50
= P102
that doesn’t even include xerox, merienda, project fees, etc. ho-hum.
in megamall, while waiting for the rain to stop, I visited the art exhibit on the fourth floor. the exhibit was entitled “contradicting metaphors.” Really nice, really dark actually, I kind of felt depressed though. But there was this one piece that really made me smile. It was entitled “stripes.” What was so unusual about it was that it was made entirely of erasers. the striped ones. They were regular striped rubber erasers laid out in columns and rows to form a gigantic square. I was about to make this really profound realization about it, when all of a sudden, a kid wearing a batman costume and on roller skates, skates right through it. The guard got so pissed and I don’t know what stopped me from cursing at the little shithead.
oh well.
There was another piece that I saw. There were black and white photos placed on a shelf. I nearly cried when I saw what the artist took pictures of: the beach (or some island) and the locals flashing their huge smiles at the camera. And there were fishing boats, kids in snorkeling masks and the horizon. I nearly cried because it reminded me so much of Zambales and how much I miss it.
...I miss the genuine warmth and openness of the people, their smiles which can make anyone’s day and their friendship.
...I miss the blueness of the south china sea.
...I miss the way sand is forever stuck on any part of your body.
...I miss the cold nights where it feels as if you’re inside an air-conditioned room.
...I miss sleeping on the ambay.
...I miss roasting kasuy during the night.
...I miss the way the fishing boats light up the sea at night, making it look like a hustling, busting city.
...I miss the way the moon shines over the entire Cabangan lighting up the place.
...I miss all the kwentuhan and tuksuhan with my friends there, my kapatids (hehe, coño) and with my parents.
...I miss the way we all get drunk every final night there.
...I miss the way the mangoes taste so sweet.
...I miss the way my parents are so intent on feeding me and fattening me up.
...But most of all, I miss all of life’s simplicity. How they never lose track of all what truly matters in life. How life isn’t made up of images and pretensions, of what you have or what you don’t have…
I blink and I find myself back in Megamall. Back again to the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Back again to the dull, gray and dreary metro. Back again to the world of fare hikes.
let’s compute my estimated daily expenses:
village to mrt: P5.50
mrt to quezon ave: P11.50
edsa to UP: P7.50
ikot (at least once): P5 (I’m guessing)
meal: P50 (I highly doubt I will spend this little for food)
UP to mrt: P7.50
mrt to shaw blvd: P11.50
crossing to village: P5.50
= P102
that doesn’t even include xerox, merienda, project fees, etc. ho-hum.
in megamall, while waiting for the rain to stop, I visited the art exhibit on the fourth floor. the exhibit was entitled “contradicting metaphors.” Really nice, really dark actually, I kind of felt depressed though. But there was this one piece that really made me smile. It was entitled “stripes.” What was so unusual about it was that it was made entirely of erasers. the striped ones. They were regular striped rubber erasers laid out in columns and rows to form a gigantic square. I was about to make this really profound realization about it, when all of a sudden, a kid wearing a batman costume and on roller skates, skates right through it. The guard got so pissed and I don’t know what stopped me from cursing at the little shithead.
oh well.
There was another piece that I saw. There were black and white photos placed on a shelf. I nearly cried when I saw what the artist took pictures of: the beach (or some island) and the locals flashing their huge smiles at the camera. And there were fishing boats, kids in snorkeling masks and the horizon. I nearly cried because it reminded me so much of Zambales and how much I miss it.
...I miss the genuine warmth and openness of the people, their smiles which can make anyone’s day and their friendship.
...I miss the blueness of the south china sea.
...I miss the way sand is forever stuck on any part of your body.
...I miss the cold nights where it feels as if you’re inside an air-conditioned room.
...I miss sleeping on the ambay.
...I miss roasting kasuy during the night.
...I miss the way the fishing boats light up the sea at night, making it look like a hustling, busting city.
...I miss the way the moon shines over the entire Cabangan lighting up the place.
...I miss all the kwentuhan and tuksuhan with my friends there, my kapatids (hehe, coño) and with my parents.
...I miss the way we all get drunk every final night there.
...I miss the way the mangoes taste so sweet.
...I miss the way my parents are so intent on feeding me and fattening me up.
...But most of all, I miss all of life’s simplicity. How they never lose track of all what truly matters in life. How life isn’t made up of images and pretensions, of what you have or what you don’t have…
I blink and I find myself back in Megamall. Back again to the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Back again to the dull, gray and dreary metro. Back again to the world of fare hikes.
bored
I’m bored today. come to think of it, I’ve been bored since yesterday.
today, we had our prodwork for pugad. we had the planning for the psych GA (I think) this Wednesday. not much people came though. I’m guessing no one wanted to act or be a haliparot. I can’t blame them. Hehe. The only ones present there were nikki, jacy, mabs, mace, lyn, ninx, frances, barre, anth and me. after that (around 1pm), I went to the chapel to pray and to visit DH (even though I knew no one was going to be there.) But, surprise!! I saw jaafgie going down his car and while walking to dh, the windows were open and the radio was playing, and guess what: there were more than ten people inside!! I was about to give everyone a huge HIIIIII!!!!!!! until I realized I didn’t recognize any of their faces. Then I saw mia pal’s face emerge. It turns out, she brought her other org there for planning and stuff. Haha. Funny. I only stayed for about 15 minutes cause it was about to rain and I promised Ma I’d be home before 1 pm. Whoops.
today, we had our prodwork for pugad. we had the planning for the psych GA (I think) this Wednesday. not much people came though. I’m guessing no one wanted to act or be a haliparot. I can’t blame them. Hehe. The only ones present there were nikki, jacy, mabs, mace, lyn, ninx, frances, barre, anth and me. after that (around 1pm), I went to the chapel to pray and to visit DH (even though I knew no one was going to be there.) But, surprise!! I saw jaafgie going down his car and while walking to dh, the windows were open and the radio was playing, and guess what: there were more than ten people inside!! I was about to give everyone a huge HIIIIII!!!!!!! until I realized I didn’t recognize any of their faces. Then I saw mia pal’s face emerge. It turns out, she brought her other org there for planning and stuff. Haha. Funny. I only stayed for about 15 minutes cause it was about to rain and I promised Ma I’d be home before 1 pm. Whoops.
Friday, June 11, 2004
friday night
it's a friday night and i'm bored as hell. i don't have a gimik for tonight!!! =( that's new. canceled kasi ang party ni teacher marj. oh well, balon. may next time naman eh.
frustration ko ngayon: i'm supposed to be in bicol til sunday!!! climbing mount mayon, skipping school, etc. buhay...
dahil tinatamad ako magpost sa friendster:
huling whatever....
1. huling pinuntahan..
shangrila
2. huling pinakinggan..
shut up by the black eyed peas (coming from the OTHER tamabayan hehe)
3. huling ka-text..
keboi/siopao
4. huling kausap sa phone..
anth, bry and maita
5. huling kinain..
afritada
6. huling ininom..
tubig
7. huling pinanood..
wazzup, wazzup!! chaka boomtown
8. huling binasa..
lahat ng mga YM messages ko
9. huling ka-chat..
ngayon? si erick chaka si steph
8. huling kinaasaran..
wala akong gimik ngayon!!! nyeta...
9. huling niyakap..
jacy!!!
10. huling iniyakan...
can't remember... ah... yung libing ng lola ko
11. huling tinawanan..
si angel!!
12. huling nginitian..
tao sa tambayan: igi, angel, anna, ken
13. huling tinulungan..
hmm...
14. huling hinalikan..
sino nga ba?
15. huling minahal..
*sigh* [hahahaha!!!!]
frustration ko ngayon: i'm supposed to be in bicol til sunday!!! climbing mount mayon, skipping school, etc. buhay...
dahil tinatamad ako magpost sa friendster:
huling whatever....
1. huling pinuntahan..
shangrila
2. huling pinakinggan..
shut up by the black eyed peas (coming from the OTHER tamabayan hehe)
3. huling ka-text..
keboi/siopao
4. huling kausap sa phone..
anth, bry and maita
5. huling kinain..
afritada
6. huling ininom..
tubig
7. huling pinanood..
wazzup, wazzup!! chaka boomtown
8. huling binasa..
lahat ng mga YM messages ko
9. huling ka-chat..
ngayon? si erick chaka si steph
8. huling kinaasaran..
wala akong gimik ngayon!!! nyeta...
9. huling niyakap..
jacy!!!
10. huling iniyakan...
can't remember... ah... yung libing ng lola ko
11. huling tinawanan..
si angel!!
12. huling nginitian..
tao sa tambayan: igi, angel, anna, ken
13. huling tinulungan..
hmm...
14. huling hinalikan..
sino nga ba?
15. huling minahal..
*sigh* [hahahaha!!!!]
Monday, June 07, 2004
long overdue
sabi nga ni drew (*sigh* hehe) long overdue na yung pic na 'to. awwww... brings back fond memories. at syempre sumingit lang ako sa picture. photographer lang po ako hindi caroler. hehe. go pugad sayk!!!! christmas '03 sa bahay ni drew.
Saturday, June 05, 2004
comfort zones
speaking of comfort zones (a topic tong, mia and i have discussed THOROUGHLY], mia pal told me to read this article by conrado de quiros [in the philippine daily inquirer]. it's entitled "coming home" (published last may 13 2004). in it, he was talking about a Filipino (ibarra gutierrez) who took his masters in the states, but is coming back to teach in UP [woohoo!] let me share with you these 2 paragraphs that i really love:
I don't know that those who do decide to come home, or stay put, think "too badly" of those who don't. Gutierrez himself was very clear on the point. He has no problems with the overseas Filipino workers who are forced to work overseas as a matter of survival. He has problems with those who, like him, are forced only to choose between "renting a two-bedroom apartment in Quezon City or owning a sprawling house in a New Jersey suburb; of commuting on a UP-Pantranco jeepney or driving the latest model SUV; of making do with a Third World salary or insisting on being paid in the Almighty Dollar."
It is not love of family that drives one to choose the second, it is love of comfort. It is not sacrificing everything to feed family, it is sacrificing everything to feed ego.
great lines. good times, good taste. tanduay the number one rhum.
question: is rhum really spelled with an "H" or did they just add that because we live in the Philippines? you know, where all our names have "h's" in them. i'll try it with mine: lhei. breathy.
i'll expound on that topic more (comfort zones) when i can get my thoughts sorted out.
I don't know that those who do decide to come home, or stay put, think "too badly" of those who don't. Gutierrez himself was very clear on the point. He has no problems with the overseas Filipino workers who are forced to work overseas as a matter of survival. He has problems with those who, like him, are forced only to choose between "renting a two-bedroom apartment in Quezon City or owning a sprawling house in a New Jersey suburb; of commuting on a UP-Pantranco jeepney or driving the latest model SUV; of making do with a Third World salary or insisting on being paid in the Almighty Dollar."
It is not love of family that drives one to choose the second, it is love of comfort. It is not sacrificing everything to feed family, it is sacrificing everything to feed ego.
great lines. good times, good taste. tanduay the number one rhum.
question: is rhum really spelled with an "H" or did they just add that because we live in the Philippines? you know, where all our names have "h's" in them. i'll try it with mine: lhei. breathy.
i'll expound on that topic more (comfort zones) when i can get my thoughts sorted out.
bum
today has probably been the FIRST saturday that i haven't done a single thing. i'm completely bored and feeling completely useless. dammit, i should have gone to calawis with sina mia, lala, laarni, jane. shit talaga, and to think i only had ONE freaking activity for the day-- the measurements for kuya lon's wedding. speaking of, he has a really CUTE designer (super gwapo) but he's gay. well, welcome to the story of my life. back to the calawis. i really should have gone. grrr... or i should have gone to baguio with ma, pa, kuya, ella and lafi. why ba didn't i go? i'm trying to be a good girl. note the trying... don't know if it's going to last, don't know if it's going to work. joy. another story of my life. oh, and another activity i missed: the PUGAD swimming thing in marikina. sayang talaga.
so, who here wants to hear the story of how my day went? ooo, joy, i can sense the excitement.
we (me, kuya lon and liro) had a simpsons marathon earlier, but i think i missed the first two episodes cause i was sleeping. amazing really how much words of wisdom you can get from our yellow-skinned friends, such as:
homer to marge: it takes two to lie. one to lie, and the other to listen.
honganaman...
liro and i (for lack of better things to do) watched extra challenge a while ago. ate gay, april boy and camille roxas were "sent" to prison. asteeg talaga. it's cool how extra challenge exposes the contestants to the different facets of life (i.e., something outside one's comfort zones <- a risk not a lot of us are willing to take) and it basically shows them what that life is really like. yun nga lang, they do it for the money or the cash prize or whatever. it sucks, but at the same time, at least meron na silang experience and exposure sa mga ganung klaseng sitwasyon.
pocha. eto na naman tayo.
so, who here wants to hear the story of how my day went? ooo, joy, i can sense the excitement.
we (me, kuya lon and liro) had a simpsons marathon earlier, but i think i missed the first two episodes cause i was sleeping. amazing really how much words of wisdom you can get from our yellow-skinned friends, such as:
homer to marge: it takes two to lie. one to lie, and the other to listen.
honganaman...
liro and i (for lack of better things to do) watched extra challenge a while ago. ate gay, april boy and camille roxas were "sent" to prison. asteeg talaga. it's cool how extra challenge exposes the contestants to the different facets of life (i.e., something outside one's comfort zones <- a risk not a lot of us are willing to take) and it basically shows them what that life is really like. yun nga lang, they do it for the money or the cash prize or whatever. it sucks, but at the same time, at least meron na silang experience and exposure sa mga ganung klaseng sitwasyon.
pocha. eto na naman tayo.
Friday, June 04, 2004
words
for lack of a better title...
my friend, daps, sent me this poem (sorta) through ym. maganda siya, makes you think... nakakainis yung mga forwards na ganun, no?
anyway, here it is...
> There will always be a place and time where
> questions will be answered, words will be
> spoken, letters will be read, poems will be
> recited in the night, songs will be sung in
> harmony, love will be expressed in solitude and
> promises will be fulfilled.
>
> Somewhere, somehow, someday.
my friend, daps, sent me this poem (sorta) through ym. maganda siya, makes you think... nakakainis yung mga forwards na ganun, no?
anyway, here it is...
> There will always be a place and time where
> questions will be answered, words will be
> spoken, letters will be read, poems will be
> recited in the night, songs will be sung in
> harmony, love will be expressed in solitude and
> promises will be fulfilled.
>
> Somewhere, somehow, someday.
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
good, good... good, good
random thoughts before dinner:
- paull bettany is so cute (he's the guy who plays geoffrey chaucer in a knight's tale)
- i want to watch linkin park on june 16!!! (i'm a semi-closet fan: mishi and i were the linkin park pioneers in high school)
i've become so numb
i can't feel you there
i've become so tired
so much more aware
i'm becoming this
all i want to do
blah blah blah...
- cereal makes you full. Therefore i shall never eat it before dinner as merienda. how frustrating. i wasn't able to enjoy yayen's porkchop and bangus because i was suddenly craving for semi-soggy/semi-crunchy koko crunch.
aha. speaking of dinner, for some reason, my vocabulary consisted of only one word: good. I actually repeat the word thrice, and there's a specific way of saying it, kind of like the mine!-mine! birds in finding nemo. here's a bit of my conversation with lafi. clearly, i was enjoying myself, he wasn't.
me: good, good... good, good.
lafi: sige ka, i won't lend you k-zone.
me: good, good... good, good
lafi: ok, you just lost your chance at getting k-zone.
me: good, good... good, good
..or...
lafi: wow, if kuya gets a new car, that means his city will go to one of us!
me: good, good... good, good
lafi: to whoever gets a license! next year, i'll apply for a student's license! isn't that so cool?! driving at 16?! that's cool!
me: [silent]
lafi: you're not a very entertaining person
me: good, good... good, good
lafi: uggh!!!
that (above) also happens to be a sign that my younger brother is growing up. jeez, he's going to be sixteen next year?! i keep thinking he's still eleven. worrying about cars now. haha. i hope he suffers the same fate i did. i wanted to drive at sixteen too, but their were loads of complications. actually, bottom line is: i was just tamad. i kind of fell in love with commuting too, anyway. it sort of makes you one with everyone else. and i really think my whole view on life, society and Filipinos changed when i started to commute. i can't really explain how but i remember this one time (more than one time actually) where i just observed the passengers in the jeep, and all of a sudden, i'm hit with all these realizations. it sounds so conyotic.. but i dunno. it made me think about a lot of things. oh and about commuting, you don't need to drive your car when you're drunk. but at least when you commute (and you're with your friends), all they have to do is get you on that bus [or jeep], hold you steady, and make sure you vomit on all the right places, like the canal for instance and not the sidewalk or on other people.
whoops. too much info.
- paull bettany is so cute (he's the guy who plays geoffrey chaucer in a knight's tale)
- i want to watch linkin park on june 16!!! (i'm a semi-closet fan: mishi and i were the linkin park pioneers in high school)
i've become so numb
i can't feel you there
i've become so tired
so much more aware
i'm becoming this
all i want to do
blah blah blah...
- cereal makes you full. Therefore i shall never eat it before dinner as merienda. how frustrating. i wasn't able to enjoy yayen's porkchop and bangus because i was suddenly craving for semi-soggy/semi-crunchy koko crunch.
aha. speaking of dinner, for some reason, my vocabulary consisted of only one word: good. I actually repeat the word thrice, and there's a specific way of saying it, kind of like the mine!-mine! birds in finding nemo. here's a bit of my conversation with lafi. clearly, i was enjoying myself, he wasn't.
me: good, good... good, good.
lafi: sige ka, i won't lend you k-zone.
me: good, good... good, good
lafi: ok, you just lost your chance at getting k-zone.
me: good, good... good, good
..or...
lafi: wow, if kuya gets a new car, that means his city will go to one of us!
me: good, good... good, good
lafi: to whoever gets a license! next year, i'll apply for a student's license! isn't that so cool?! driving at 16?! that's cool!
me: [silent]
lafi: you're not a very entertaining person
me: good, good... good, good
lafi: uggh!!!
that (above) also happens to be a sign that my younger brother is growing up. jeez, he's going to be sixteen next year?! i keep thinking he's still eleven. worrying about cars now. haha. i hope he suffers the same fate i did. i wanted to drive at sixteen too, but their were loads of complications. actually, bottom line is: i was just tamad. i kind of fell in love with commuting too, anyway. it sort of makes you one with everyone else. and i really think my whole view on life, society and Filipinos changed when i started to commute. i can't really explain how but i remember this one time (more than one time actually) where i just observed the passengers in the jeep, and all of a sudden, i'm hit with all these realizations. it sounds so conyotic.. but i dunno. it made me think about a lot of things. oh and about commuting, you don't need to drive your car when you're drunk. but at least when you commute (and you're with your friends), all they have to do is get you on that bus [or jeep], hold you steady, and make sure you vomit on all the right places, like the canal for instance and not the sidewalk or on other people.
whoops. too much info.
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
coño
current mood: crappy, bitchy, whiny, and of course, coño. hehe
music: bend and not break by dashboard confessional [a mark, a mission, a brand, a scar --courtesy of jemai]
I am fairly agile. I can bend and not break.
Or I can break and take it with a smile.
I am so resilient. I recover quickly.
I'll convince you soon that i am fine.
let me share some snippets of this day at home that brought about my coño mood.
1.) lala's joke
may isang coño daw, nagcomment, sa halip na "duh" ang sabihin, ang sabi niya... "THE!"
so everybody, say it with me: like, hello?! the!!!
2.) DMY (Don't Mess Yourself, from the simpsons a while ago)
lisa to principal skinner: ok, ok!! DMY!
principal skinner: i know what that means.
lisa: hmmm...
ok, everyone!! like, hello!! like, whatever!!
oh, thank you for YM moments with ja-ne (kahit 3 sentences lang :P), lala, barre, anth, {currently:) erick and mia (na kasama sina tong at cads)
music: bend and not break by dashboard confessional [a mark, a mission, a brand, a scar --courtesy of jemai]
I am fairly agile. I can bend and not break.
Or I can break and take it with a smile.
I am so resilient. I recover quickly.
I'll convince you soon that i am fine.
let me share some snippets of this day at home that brought about my coño mood.
1.) lala's joke
may isang coño daw, nagcomment, sa halip na "duh" ang sabihin, ang sabi niya... "THE!"
so everybody, say it with me: like, hello?! the!!!
2.) DMY (Don't Mess Yourself, from the simpsons a while ago)
lisa to principal skinner: ok, ok!! DMY!
principal skinner: i know what that means.
lisa: hmmm...
ok, everyone!! like, hello!! like, whatever!!
oh, thank you for YM moments with ja-ne (kahit 3 sentences lang :P), lala, barre, anth, {currently:) erick and mia (na kasama sina tong at cads)
woo-hoo
woohoo!! the lakers won!!! woohoo!! they're back in the finals!! woohoo!! WOOHOO!! 96-90 game 6 at the staples center against the minnesota timberwolves.
of course, everyone i talked to wasn't happy: kuya lon, liro, barre, anth...
haha. makes me smile.
ahahahahaha. a futile effort from lala to try and get me not to back out. thank you, though, lalz for making me smile.
i can't think of something long to write.
now i remember something. Mia pal has this stationery (from her sister, anya) and the design of the stationery is this:
I DON'T NEED THIS SHIT!!!
haha.
i keep telling saying that to mia everytime we talk about upsca and all the times i want[ed] to quit.
darn. the mouse is screwing up.
of course, everyone i talked to wasn't happy: kuya lon, liro, barre, anth...
haha. makes me smile.
ahahahahaha. a futile effort from lala to try and get me not to back out. thank you, though, lalz for making me smile.
i can't think of something long to write.
now i remember something. Mia pal has this stationery (from her sister, anya) and the design of the stationery is this:
I DON'T NEED THIS SHIT!!!
haha.
i keep telling saying that to mia everytime we talk about upsca and all the times i want[ed] to quit.
darn. the mouse is screwing up.
manila girl
i just realized something. i've been going all over freaking manila for the past three weeks!!
but i still get lost.
no naman, just... trying to convince myself here.
but i still get lost.
no naman, just... trying to convince myself here.
lengthy
people are starting to complain that my entries are too long, and therefore nakakatamad basahin. oh well.
sorry na lang kayo. talkative pa rin ako kahit hindi ako nagsasalita. hehe.
oh yan, jim, tagalog na.
pero hindi lahat. hehe
um, i'm trying to think of something to write that will cheer me up...
think... think.. think...
what made me happy today?
1.) barre and dio keeping me company in the pugad tambayan, even if they didn't have to.
2.) dio accompanying me to rodic's then to engg
3.) people who responded to my call of help (you know who you are!! thanks a bunch!! :D)
4.) barre dropping off the cake and the card
5.) rodic's, which makes the best tapsilog
me: "yaya petra, who was that boy i saw you talking with? the one who makes really good tapsilog? what's his name again? ro... ro... ro..."
allelu: "rodic, po, ma'm!"
---> reference to papuri 2004 [woohoo!!!]
6.) frances, nikki, dio and jacy for staying with me for the soprays
7.) lio being sopraysd. hehe... at naiyak, kahit ayaw niyang aminin. hehe
8.) barre helping me highlight the stars :D
9.) seeing the calawis kids :D
10.) adventure-ing in the UP infirmary with ja-ne, laarni, igi, abegail, louie and arlyn.
11.) igi, filling in my spot in the infirmary
12.) the lrt-2 which makes the rides soo fun!
13.) seeing the our lady of mt. carmel shrine parish again (such a beautiful church)
14.) ro-anne, accompanying us to PGH
15.) tong, for her flawless directions
16.) hiyas and kuya lon responding to my call of help
17.) hiyas, being able to give the med-ex to the kids
18.) hiyas' libre in the PGH canteen
19.) oh, jane's and igi's financial contributions, hehe
20.) the cashier at mini-stop katipunan for giving me 2 P50 (finally!)
21.) arriving safely in KNL
22.) going to bahay ganid
23.) being in bahay ganid with all those people (jim, tong, nanet, angel, manej, ana o, carlito, bas, dan, erick, chona, jonna, jane, lala, laarni, mia... hope i didn't leave anyone out.)
24.) nanet's icebreaker song (i forgot how it goes... something to do with lava)
25.) tricycle ride with tong and mia
26.) mia's libre in the bus and at shaw :D
hmm.. that's all i can think of. not that bad, should be pretty good actually...
SO, WHY THE HELL AM I FEELING LIKE THIS?!?!?!?!
sorry na lang kayo. talkative pa rin ako kahit hindi ako nagsasalita. hehe.
oh yan, jim, tagalog na.
pero hindi lahat. hehe
um, i'm trying to think of something to write that will cheer me up...
think... think.. think...
what made me happy today?
1.) barre and dio keeping me company in the pugad tambayan, even if they didn't have to.
2.) dio accompanying me to rodic's then to engg
3.) people who responded to my call of help (you know who you are!! thanks a bunch!! :D)
4.) barre dropping off the cake and the card
5.) rodic's, which makes the best tapsilog
me: "yaya petra, who was that boy i saw you talking with? the one who makes really good tapsilog? what's his name again? ro... ro... ro..."
allelu: "rodic, po, ma'm!"
---> reference to papuri 2004 [woohoo!!!]
6.) frances, nikki, dio and jacy for staying with me for the soprays
7.) lio being sopraysd. hehe... at naiyak, kahit ayaw niyang aminin. hehe
8.) barre helping me highlight the stars :D
9.) seeing the calawis kids :D
10.) adventure-ing in the UP infirmary with ja-ne, laarni, igi, abegail, louie and arlyn.
11.) igi, filling in my spot in the infirmary
12.) the lrt-2 which makes the rides soo fun!
13.) seeing the our lady of mt. carmel shrine parish again (such a beautiful church)
14.) ro-anne, accompanying us to PGH
15.) tong, for her flawless directions
16.) hiyas and kuya lon responding to my call of help
17.) hiyas, being able to give the med-ex to the kids
18.) hiyas' libre in the PGH canteen
19.) oh, jane's and igi's financial contributions, hehe
20.) the cashier at mini-stop katipunan for giving me 2 P50 (finally!)
21.) arriving safely in KNL
22.) going to bahay ganid
23.) being in bahay ganid with all those people (jim, tong, nanet, angel, manej, ana o, carlito, bas, dan, erick, chona, jonna, jane, lala, laarni, mia... hope i didn't leave anyone out.)
24.) nanet's icebreaker song (i forgot how it goes... something to do with lava)
25.) tricycle ride with tong and mia
26.) mia's libre in the bus and at shaw :D
hmm.. that's all i can think of. not that bad, should be pretty good actually...
SO, WHY THE HELL AM I FEELING LIKE THIS?!?!?!?!
quoting
haha. i watched about a boy on star last saturday. there is one line there that i absolutely love (and can absolutely relate with), it goes like this:
"oh no... no, you've always had that wrong. See, i really am this shallow."
hahaha.
i wondered if he was talking about me there.
"oh no... no, you've always had that wrong. See, i really am this shallow."
hahaha.
i wondered if he was talking about me there.
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