not your typical fangirl

Major turn-offs

2012-02-25T21:54:00.000-08:00

Just gonna mention those attitudes na kinaiinisan ko.

- nandadamay ng ibang tao dahil sa galit niya
- magtatanong pa eh obvious naman ung sagot. duh!
- paulit ulit masyado magsabi
- may kamay ka naman, bat di ikaw gumawa >.<
- ang jejeje mag text, halatang illiterate.
- masyado akong ginagawang bata kahit na 17 y/o na ko. Like they make these noises. So annoying (e.g. my dad :O )
- ung mga talkshit (e.g. si -----)
- mabilis magalit, lalo na pag ang babaw babaw lang
- sorry ng sorry paulit ulit naman ginagawa. walang konsensya? :|
- walang ginawa but talk about themselves
- how much you're nice to the person, mahirap pa din siya pakisamahan. choosy mo teh.
- ung pag kasama mo, ino-OP ka lang nila. like wala pa silang pakielam :///
- snob
- mga matagal magreply sa text. as in. tapos tutulugan ka pa.
- lahat nalang ng bagay gusto madaliin. yung parang gusto niya magawa ung pinapagawa in like three seconds. (well not literally but you know what i mean)

Reasons why people drink a huge amount of water in various situations

2012-02-24T04:21:00.002-08:00

- Naaanghangan
- Nauuhaw ng bongga
- Sinisinok
- Nauumay
- Naiimpacho
- Too much salt intake
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HAHA. Waley lungs. China-challenge ko lang brain ko mag-isip. :))

A Heritage of Smallness by Nick Joaquin

2012-02-16T03:45:00.000-08:00

Just gonna post this here, baka kasi makalimutan ko ung site.

We have to read this for our third English Reading Log Exam on saturday. Sabi ni maam mahirap daw :\

A Heritage of Smallness
by Nick JoaquinAdded 19 Oct 2005

Society for the Filipino is a small rowboat: the barangay. Geography for the Filipino is a small locality: the barrio. History for the Filipino is a small vague saying:matanda pa kay mahoma; noong peacetime. Enterprise for the Filipino is a small stall: the sari-sari. Industry and production for the Filipino are the small immediate searchings of each day: isang kahig, isang tuka. And commerce for the Filipino is the smallest degree of retail: the tingi.

What most astonishes foreigners in the Philippines is that this is a country, perhaps the only one in the world, where people buy and sell one stick of cigarette, half a head of garlic, a dab of pomade, part of the contents of a can or bottle, one single egg, one single banana. To foreigners used to buying things by the carton or the dozen or pound and in the large economy sizes, the exquisite transactions of Philippine tingis cannot but seem Lilliputian. So much effort by so many for so little. Like all those children risking neck and limb in the traffic to sell one stick of cigarette at a time. Or those grown-up men hunting the sidewalks all day to sell a puppy or a lantern or a pair of socks. The amount of effort they spend seems out of all proportion to the returns. Such folk are, obviously, not enough. Laboriousness just can never be the equal of labor as skill, labor as audacity, labor as enterprise.

The Filipino who travels abroad gets to thinking that his is the hardest working country in the world. By six or seven in the morning we are already up on our way to work, shops and markets are open; the wheels of industry are already agrind. Abroad, especially in the West, if you go out at seven in the morning you're in a dead-town. Everybody's still in bed; everything's still closed up. Activity doesn't begin till nine or ten-- and ceases promptly at five p.m. By six, the business sections are dead towns again. The entire cities go to sleep on weekends. They have a shorter working day, a shorter working week. Yet they pile up more mileage than we who work all day and all week.

Is the disparity to our disparagement?

We work more but make less. Why? Because we act on such a pygmy scale. Abroad they would think you mad if you went in a store and tried to buy just one stick of cigarette. They don't operate on the scale. The difference is greater than between having and not having; the difference is in the way of thinking. They are accustomed to thinking dynamically. We have the habit, whatever our individual resources, of thinking poor, of thinking petty.

Is that the explanation for our continuing failure to rise--that we buy small and sell small, that we think small and do small?

Are we not confusing timidity for humility and making a virtue of what may be the worst of our vices? Is not our timorous clinging to smallness the bondage we must break if we are ever to inherit the earth and be free, independent, progressive? The small must ever be prey to the big. Aldous Huxley said that some people are born victims, or "murderers." He came to the Philippines and thought us the "least original" of people. Is there not a relation between his two terms? Originality requires daring: the daring to destroy the obsolete, to annihilate the petty. It's cold comfort to think we haven't developed that kind of "murderer mentality."

But till we do we had best stop talking about "our heritage of greatness" for the national heritage is-- let's face it-- a heritage of smallness.

However far we go back in our history it's the small we find--the nipa hut, the barangay, the petty kingship, the slight tillage, the tingi trade. All our artifacts are miniatures and so is our folk literature, which is mostly proverbs, or dogmas in miniature. About the one big labor we can point to in our remote past are the rice terraces--and even that grandeur shrinks, on scrutiny, into numberless little separate plots into a series of layers added to previous ones, all this being the accumulation of ages of small routine efforts (like a colony of ant hills) rather than one grand labor following one grand design. We could bring in here the nursery diota about the little drops of water that make the mighty ocean, or the peso that's not a peso if it lacks a centavo; but creative labor, alas, has sterner standards, a stricter hierarchy of values. Many little efforts, however perfect each in itself, still cannot equal one single epic creation. A galleryful of even the most charming statuettes is bound to look scant beside a Pieta or Moses by Michelangelo; and you could stack up the best short stories you can think of and still not have enough to outweigh a mountain like War and Peace.

The depressing fact in Philippine history is what seems to be our native aversion to the large venture, the big risk, the bold extensive enterprise. The pattern may have been set by the migration. We try to equate the odyssey of the migrating barangays with that of the Pilgrim, Father of America, but a glance of the map suffices to show the differences between the two ventures. One was a voyage across an ocean into an unknown world; the other was a going to and from among neighboring islands. One was a blind leap into space; the other seems, in comparison, a mere crossing of rivers. The nature of the one required organization, a sustained effort, special skills, special tools, the building of large ships. The nature of the other is revealed by its vehicle, the barangay, which is a small rowboat, not a seafaring vessel designed for long distances on the avenues of the ocean.

The migrations were thus self-limited, never moved far from their point of origin, and clung to the heart of a small known world; the islands clustered round the Malay Peninsula. The movement into the Philippines, for instance, was from points as next-door geographically as Borneo and Sumatra. Since the Philippines is at heart of this region, the movement was toward center, or, one may say, from near to still nearer, rather than to farther out. Just off the small brief circuit of these migrations was another world: the vast mysterious continent of Australia; but there was significantly no movement towards this terra incognita. It must have seemed too perilous, too unfriendly of climate, too big, too hard. So, Australia was conquered not by the fold next door, but by strangers from across two oceans and the other side of the world. They were more enterprising, they have been rewarded. But history has punished the laggard by setting up over them a White Australia with doors closed to the crowded Malay world.

The barangays that came to the Philippines were small both in scope and size. A barangay with a hundred households would already be enormous; some barangays had only 30 families, or less. These, however, could have been the seed of a great society if there had not been in that a fatal aversion to synthesis. The barangay settlements already displayed a Philippine characteristic: the tendency to petrify in isolation instead of consolidating, or to split smaller instead of growing. That within the small area of Manila Bay there should be three different kingdoms (Tondo, Manila and Pasay) may mean that the area wa originally settled by three different barangays that remained distinct, never came together, never fused; or it could mean that a single original settlement; as it grew split into three smaller pieces.

Philippine society, as though fearing bigness, ever tends to revert the condition of the barangay of the small enclosed society. We don't grow like a seed, we split like an amoeba. The moment a town grows big it become two towns. The moment a province becomes populous it disintegrates into two or three smaller provinces. The excuse offered for divisions i always the alleged difficulty of administering so huge an entity. But Philippines provinces are microscopic compared to an American state like, say, Texas, where the local government isn't heard complaining it can't efficiently handle so vast an area. We, on the other hand, make a confession of character whenever we split up a town or province to avoid having of cope, admitting that, on that scale, we can't be efficient; we are capable only of the small. The decentralization and barrio-autonomy movement expresses our craving to return to the one unit of society we feel adequate to: the barangay, with its 30 to a hundred families. Anything larger intimidates. We would deliberately limit ourselves to the small performance. This attitude, an immemorial one, explains why we're finding it so hard to become a nation, and why our pagan forefathers could not even imagine the task. Not E pluribus, unum is the impulse in our culture but Out of many, fragments. Foreigners had to come and unite our land for us; the labor was far beyond our powers. Great was the King of Sugbu, but he couldn't even control the tiny isle across his bay. Federation is still not even an idea for the tribes of the North; and the Moro sultanates behave like our political parties: they keep splitting off into particles.

Because we cannot unite for the large effort, even the small effort is increasingly beyond us. There is less to learn in our schools, but even this little is protested by our young as too hard. The falling line on the graph of effort is, alas, a recurring pattern in our history. Our artifacts but repeat a refrain of decline and fall, which wouldn't be so sad if there had been a summit decline from, but the evidence is that we start small and end small without ever having scaled any peaks. Used only to the small effort, we are not, as a result, capable of the sustained effort and lose momentum fast. We have a term for it: ningas cogon.

Go to any exhibit of Philippine artifacts and the items that from our "cultural heritage" but confirm three theories about us, which should be stated again.

First: that the Filipino works best on small scale--tiny figurines, small pots, filigree work in gold or silver, decorative arabesques. The deduction here is that we feel adequate to the challenge of the small, but are cowed by the challenge of the big.

Second: that the Filipino chooses to work in soft easy materials--clay, molten metal, tree searching has failed to turn up anything really monumental in hardstone. Even carabao horn, an obvious material for native craftsmen, has not been used to any extent remotely comparable to the use of ivory in the ivory countries. The deduction here is that we feel equal to the materials that yield but evade the challenge of materials that resist.

Third: that having mastered a material, craft or product, we tend to rut in it and don't move on to a next phase, a larger development, based on what we have learned. In fact, we instantly lay down even what mastery we already posses when confronted by a challenge from outside of something more masterly, instead of being provoked to develop by the threat of competition. Faced by the challenge of Chinese porcelain, the native art of pottery simply declined, though porcelain should have been the next phase for our pottery makers. There was apparently no effort to steal and master the arts of the Chinese. The excuse offered here that we did not have the materials for the techniques for the making of porcelain--unites in glum brotherhood yesterday's pottery makers and today's would be industrialists. The native pot got buried by Chinese porcelain as Philippine tobacco is still being buried by the blue seal.

Our cultural history, rather than a cumulative development, seems mostly a series of dead ends. One reason is a fear of moving on to a more complex phase; another reason is a fear of tools. Native pottery, for instance, somehow never got far enough to grasp the principle of the wheel. Neither did native agriculture ever reach the point of discovering the plow for itself, or even the idea of the draft animal, though the carabao was handy. Wheel and plow had to come from outside because we always stopped short of technology, This stoppage at a certain level is the recurring fate of our arts and crafts.

The santo everybody's collecting now are charming as legacies, depressing as indices, for the art of the santero was a small art, in a not very demanding medium: wood. Having achieved perfection in it, the santero was faced by the challenge of proving he could achieve equal perfection on a larger scale and in more difficult materials: hardstone, marble, bronze. The challenge was not met. Like the pagan potter before him, the santero stuck to his tiny rut, repeating his little perfections over and over. The iron law of life is: Develop or decay. The art of the santero did not advance; so it declined. Instead of moving onto a harder material, it retreated to a material even easier than wool: Plaster--and plaster has wrought the death of relax art.

One could go on and on with this litany.

Philippine movies started 50 years ago and, during the '30s, reached a certain level of proficiency, where it stopped and has rutted ever since looking more and more primitive as the rest of the cinema world speeds by on the way to new frontiers. We have to be realistic, say local movie producers we're in this business not to make art but money. But even from the business viewpoint, they're not "realistic" at all. The true businessman ever seeks to increase his market and therefore ever tries to improve his product. Business dies when it resigns itself, as local movies have done, to a limited market.

After more than half a century of writing in English, Philippine Literature in that medium is still identified with the short story. That small literary form is apparently as much as we feel equal to. But by limiting ourselves less and less capable even of the small thing--as the fate of the pagan potter and the Christian santero should have warned us. It' no longer as obvious today that the Filipino writer has mastered the short story form.

It's two decades since the war but what were mere makeshift in postwar days have petrified into institutions like the jeepney, which we all know to be uncomfortable and inadequate, yet cannot get rid of, because the would mean to tackle the problem of modernizing our systems of transportation--a problem we think so huge we hide from it in the comforting smallness of the jeepney. A small solution to a huge problem--do we deceive ourselves into thinking that possible? The jeepney hints that we do, for the jeepney carrier is about as adequate as a spoon to empty a river with.

With the population welling, and land values rising, there should be in our cities, an upward thrust in architecture, but we continue to build small, in our timid two-story fashion. Oh, we have excuses. The land is soft: earthquakes are frequent. But Mexico City, for instance, is on far swampier land and Mexico City is not a two-story town. San Francisco and Tokyo are in worse earthquake belts, but San Francisco and Tokyo reach up for the skies. Isn't our architecture another expression of our smallness spirit? To build big would pose problems too big for us. The water pressure, for example, would have to be improved--and it's hard enough to get water on the ground floor flat and frail, our cities indicate our disinclination to make any but the smallest effort possible.

It wouldn't be so bad if our aversion for bigness and our clinging to the small denoted a preference for quality over bulk; but the little things we take forever to do too often turn out to be worse than the mass-produced article. Our couturiers, for instance, grow even limper of wrist when, after waiting months and months for a pin ~a weaver to produce a yard or two of the fabric, they find they have to discard most of the stuff because it's so sloppily done. Foreigners who think of pushing Philippine fabric in the world market give up in despair after experiencing our inability to deliver in quantity. Our proud apologia is that mass production would ruin the "quality" of our products. But Philippine crafts might be roused from the doldrums if forced to come up to mass-production standards.

It's easy enough to quote the West against itself, to cite all those Western artists and writers who rail against the cult of bigness and mass production and the "bitch goddess success"; but the arguments against technological progress, like the arguments against nationalism, are possible only to those who have already gone through that stage so successfully they can now afford to revile it. The rest of us can only crave to be big enough to be able to deplore bigness.

For the present all we seen to be able to do is ignore pagan evidence and blame our inability to sustain the big effort of our colonizers: they crushed our will and spirit, our initiative and originality. But colonialism is not uniquely our ordeal but rather a universal experience. Other nations went under the heel of the conqueror but have not spent the rest of their lives whining. What people were more trod under than the Jews? But each have been a thoroughly crushed nation get up and conquered new worlds instead. The Norman conquest of England was followed by a subjugation very similar to our experience, but what issued from that subjugation were the will to empire and the verve of a new language.

If it be true that we were enervated by the loss of our primordial freedom, culture and institutions, then the native tribes that were never under Spain and didn't lose what we did should be showing a stronger will and spirit, more initiative and originality, a richer culture and greater progress, than the Christian Filipino. Do they? And this favorite apologia of ours gets further blasted when we consider a people who, alongside us, suffered a far greater trampling yet never lost their enterprising spirit. On the contrary, despite centuries of ghettos and programs and repressive measures and racial scorn, the Chinese in the Philippines clambered to the top of economic heap and are still right up there when it comes to the big deal. Shouldn't they have long come to the conclusion (as we say we did) that there's no point in hustling and laboring and amassing wealth only to see it wrested away and oneself punished for rising?

An honest reading of our history should rather force us to admit that it was the colonial years that pushed us toward the larger effort. There was actually an advance in freedom, for the unification of the land, the organization of towns and provinces, and the influx of new ideas, started our liberation from the rule of the petty, whether of clan, locality or custom. Are we not vexed at the hinterlander still bound by primordial terrors and taboos? Do we not say we have to set him "free" through education? Freedom, after all is more than a political condition; and the colonial lowlander--especially a person like, say, Rizal--was surely more of a freeman than the unconquered tribesman up in the hills. As wheel and plow set us free from a bondage to nature, so town and province liberated us from the bounds of the barangay.

The liberation can be seen just by comparing our pagan with our Christian statuary. What was static and stolid in the one becomes, in the other, dynamic motion and expression. It can be read in the rear of architecture. Now, at last, the Filipino attempts the massive--the stone bridge that unites, the irrigation dam that gives increase, the adobe church that identified. If we have a "heritage of greatness it's in these labors and in three epic acts of the colonial period; first, the defense of the land during two centuries of siege; second, the Propaganda Movement; and the third, the Revolution.

The first, a heroic age that profoundly shaped us, began 1600 with the 50-year war with the Dutch and may be said to have drawn to a close with the British invasion of 1762. The War with the Dutch is the most under-rated event in our history, for it was the Great War in our history. It had to be pointed out that the Philippines, a small colony practically abandoned to itself, yet held at bay for half a century the mightiest naval power in the world at the time, though the Dutch sent armada after armada, year after year, to conquer the colony, or by cutting off the galleons that were its links with America, starve the colony to its knees. We rose so gloriously to the challenge the impetus of spirit sent us spilling down to Borneo and the Moluccas and Indo-China, and it seemed for a moment we might create an empire. But the tremendous effort did create an elite vital to our history: the Creole-Tagalog-Pampango principalia - and ruled it together during these centuries of siege, and which would which was the nation in embryo, which defended the land climax its military career with the war of resistance against the British in the 1660's. By then, this elite already deeply felt itself a nation that the government it set up in Bacolor actually defined the captive government in Manila as illegitimate. From her flows the heritage that would flower in Malolos, for centuries of heroic effort had bred, in Tagalog and the Pampango, a habit of leadership, a lordliness of spirit. They had proved themselves capable of the great and sustained enterprise, destiny was theirs. An analyst of our history notes that the sun on our flag has eight rays, each of which stands for a Tagalog or Pampango province, and the the Tagalogs and Pampangos at Biak-na-Bato "assumed the representation of the entire country and, therefore, became in fact the Philippines.

From the field of battle this elite would, after the British war, shift to the field of politics, a significant move; and the Propaganda, which began as a Creole campaign against the Peninsulars, would turn into the nationalist movement of Rizal and Del Pilar. This second epic act in our history seemed a further annulment of the timidity. A man like Rizal was a deliberate rebel against the cult of the small; he was so various a magus because he was set on proving that the Filipino could tackle the big thing, the complex job. His novels have epic intentions; his poems sustain the long line and go against Garcia Villa's more characteristically Philippine dictum that poetry is the small intense line.

With the Revolution, our culture is in dichotomy. This epic of 1896 is indeed a great effort--but by a small minority. The Tagalog and Pampango had taken it upon themselves to protest the grievances of the entire archipelago. Moreover, within the movement was a clash between the two strains in our culture--between the propensity for the small activity and the will to something more ambitious. Bonifacio's Katipunan was large in number but small in scope; it was a rattling of bolos; and its post fiasco efforts are little more than amok raids in the manner the Filipino is said to excel in. (An observation about us in the last war was that we fight best not as an army, but in small informal guerrilla outfits; not in pitched battle, but in rapid hit-and-run raids.) On the other hand, there was, in Cavite, an army with officers, engineers, trenches, plans of battle and a complex organization - a Revolution unlike all the little uprisings or mere raids of the past because it had risen above tribe and saw itself as the national destiny. This was the highest we have reached in nationalistic effort. But here again, having reached a certain level of achievement, we stopped. The Revolution is, as we say today, "unfinished."

The trend since the turn of the century, and especially since the war, seems to be back to the tradition of timidity, the heritage of smallness. We seem to be making less and less effort, thinking ever smaller, doing even smaller. The air droops with a feeling of inadequacy. We can't cope; we don't respond; we are not rising to challenges. So tiny a land as ours shouldn't be too hard to connect with transportation - but we get crushed on small jeepneys, get killed on small trains, get drowned in small boats. Larger and more populous cities abroad find it no problem to keep themselves clean - but the simple matter of garbage can create a "crisis" in the small city of Manila. One American remarked that, after seeing Manila's chaos of traffic, he began to appreciate how his city of Los Angeles handles its far, far greater volume of traffic. Is building a road that won't break down when it rains no longer within our powers? Is even the building of sidewalks too herculean of task for us?

One writer, as he surveyed the landscape of shortages---no rice, no water, no garbage collectors, no peace, no order---gloomily mumbled that disintegration seems to be creeping upon us and groped for Yeat's terrifying lines:

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold:

Mere anarchy is loosed...

Have our capacities been so diminished by the small efforts we are becoming incapable even to the small things? Our present problems are surely not what might be called colossal or insurmountable--yet we stand helpless before them. As the population swells, those problems will expand and multiply. If they daunt us now, will they crush us then? The prospect is terrifying.

On the Feast of Freedom we may do well to ponder the Parable of the Servants and the Talents. The enterprising servants who increase talents entrusted to them were rewarded by their Lord; but the timid servant who made no effort to double the one talent given to him was deprived of that talent and cast into the outer darkness, where there was weeping and gnashing of teeth:

"For to him who has, more shall be given; but from him who has not, even the little he has shall be taken away."

Romeo and Juliet

2012-02-16T03:05:00.000-08:00

I'm a late bloomer and it's just now that I developed an interest in reading this Shakespeare classic. It's because of Sponge Cola's 'Gemini' music video that made me become so interested in reading this. Certain dialogues from the play were used in the music video. From the narration, I already felt the depth of the famous tragedy.

I love the prologue:

"Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whole misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend."

I also understood this with the help of modern text:

In the play, one can clearly infer that Romeo fell in love with Juliet by love at first sight. Their families are mortal enemies and they haven't seen each other before the incident of the feast of the Capulets. At the beginning of the story, Romeo is so brokenhearted with a girl named Rosaline because she won't love him back. When she found Juliet, his brokenheartedness began to disappear. Also, that Juliet wasn't Romeo's first love, it was Rosaline--people who we thought were meant for us were just bridges to the ones destined for us. <3 Romeo and Juliet even had a secret wedding. Aww.

Now I know the real story behind Romeo and Juliet, it touches me that they both really love each other. Proof of this is that they really died for each other, and even beside each other on their tomb. :( It just sucks that the letter supposed to be sent to Romeo (revealing the truth behind Juliet's unreal death) wasn't sent at all--it's just the part in the story when one may say "SAYANG!! T.T" So there, because the letter wasn't sent to Romeo, Romeo didn't know that Juliet's death is just fake. He even bought poison just to kill himself to be near his Juliet, and Juliet woke up hours later and when she saw that Romeo is dead, she stabbed herself in the heart with Romeo's dagger. Eventually when both the Montagues and the Capulets knew of Romeo and Juliet's love for each other, they finally called peace within their sides. They realized that their hatred for each other put the lives of their children on haywire. They were poor sacrifices for their rivalry. At last, the once enemies are in peace at the end. It's tragic because the protagonists died because of love.

The prince's touching statement: (And also the last dialogue in the book)

"A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo."

It's just so touching. To lay your life for the one you love.

And the fact that Romeo is 16 and Juliet is only 13. They're so young to be in love. (Heck, I fell in love when I was 15).

They say that Paris is much more handsome than Romeo, but Juliet doesn't like Paris at all. I wonder what will happen if Juliet fell in love with count Paris.

Men those times are so simple. Unlike these days, man chooses a woman so impractically and out of heart.

SORRY NA NGA KASI! ALAM MO YON?

2012-02-12T09:02:00.000-08:00

Okay.

Kasi kagabi lang naman pala pinost sa fb grp ng grp nmin sa filipino ung tasks para sa research paper namin. Eh kasalanan ko po ba na walang net connection sa bahay????? Umalis po ako ng dorm saturday ng mga 5pm at nakauwi sa Laguna nang 7:30 PM. Pag uwi ko nun sabi ni mommy wala ngang net connection. Kaya di ko man lang alam ung inassign na tasks. Kung tinext niyo kaya ako sa task ko e no! Ung isa nag text nga knina nung mga 2pm e nung tinanong ko anu naka assign sakin nakalimutan na daw niya. Nakauwi ako sa dorm kanina mga 9:30 pm na un, tapos mga 11:20pm lang nakapagnet dito sa nagloloko kong globe broadband. Pagtingin ko sa group e halaaa sigeeee EDI AKO NA HINDI NAKAPAGONLINEEE! Talkshit pa kayo sakin ehh. Tapos nag comment pala dun ung nagtext sakin na member din ng grp, online pala siya one hour ago =.= Sana naman nakita mo na ung picture kung saan dun nakalagay tasks AT SANA TINEXT MO NAMAN SAKIN NA PARA ALAM KO GAGAWIN KO BEFOREHAND. Hindi ung bigla biglang sasabihan nio na lang ako ng masama. Nabasa ko kaya ung comments fudge naiyak ako e. Edi ako na talaga d nakapagonline. AKO NAAAA! At sabi mo pa na para san pa ang comp shop?? well hello walang compshop malapit sa bahay namin at magbbyahe pa paluwas. Kasalanan ko ba na late na ko nakadating sa dorm =.= Kung nakadorm ka rin kasi eh no. Bwisit bwisit bwisit talaga!!!

SORRY NA NGA KASI EH! :\

Kasi naman, GUYS, WAG MASYADONG DUMIPENDE KASI SA TEKNOLOHIYA. HINDI SA LAHAT NG PAGKAKATON E PWEDE MAKAPAGNET. Grrrr nakakainis talaga ang talkshit niyo pa!!!!! Nakakapang init ng ulo!!

Ilang araw na naka post sa FB? Eh KAGABI nga lang nilagay ung assigned tasks e. ako pa sisisihin mo.

i f*ckin hate this second sem talaga. Plus ung wala akong friend sa block nmin, KA OP KASI SILA KASAMA! wew. Nagsisisi ako eto ang section na pinili ko nung nagpresec for 2nd sem >< Super nagsisisi na ako.

>bad impression kicks in<

Ill-fated type.

2012-01-25T08:07:00.000-08:00

Hmm. :\

Nadala lang ako ng aking mga emosyon sa paggawa nito. Sumosobra na eh.

(Video uploaded on November 2, 2011--napuyat pa ko kakagawa nito)

Some [decent] Guitar Covers

2012-01-24T05:05:00.000-08:00

First guitar cover: Our Last Night by Taylor Swift (2010)

(low quality, and told you I'm not a good singer and my voice is childish when I record myself singing)

Closer You and I by Sponge Cola

So far I guess this is the best guitar cover with me singing :)

Crazy For You by Madonna/Sponge Cola

That's why I don't like to sing much in my guitar covers, I sound like a child =))

Nakapagtataka by Sponge Cola

Actually I also recorded an acoustic version of this, but the video doesn't sync with the music because I only used my webcam for the acoustic version. I like listening to this guitar cover :)

Kay Tagal Kitang Hinintay by Sponge Cola

This is almost perfect, but there were just fail parts =..= And I didn't notice that a string in my guitar is out of tune. Like I said in the video's description, I'm really looking forward to retaking this soon, when I'm not busy.

I have plenty of other covers but it's just so embarrassing for me to upload it on youtube :))

(I'm going to update this from time to time)

First Paskuhan (Dec. 16, 2011)

2012-01-24T04:23:00.000-08:00

The fireworks :)

Kangawit din to video-han you know. :))

UST Pre-Paskuhan 2011

2012-01-23T00:56:00.000-08:00

December 15, 2011.
UST Pre-Paskuhan

Kamikazee performing 'Narda' at Plaza Mayor.

Parokya ni Edgar with 'Halaga.'

PNE performing 'Pangarap Lang Kita.'

Hindi ko na vinideo-han lahat, ung mga fave songs ko lang. :)

Just a Compilation

2012-01-21T07:34:00.000-08:00

of Yael's replies on twitter.

2011:

First tweet back sakin ni Yael sa twitter :

and others..

this is just so unfair! Binitin niya ang birthday girl :))

Nakaka :"> lang everytime he replies. Kahit parang nonsense lang. :))

Closer You and I guitar covers.

2012-01-21T00:17:00.000-08:00

Heck, this was my first attempt to make a cover of a sponge cola song. It's obvious I haven't yet mastered the whole song. It's my first cover so yeah, there are mistakes and the quality isn't that good. I think I shot this at around January 2011.

Now this,

is my second attempt of making a guitar cover for the song. It improved right? ;) Plus, the electric guitar I have in here is new and I used a camera to record it. I took this quite a few weeks after the previous one. I even mastered the plucking part after the chorus, thanks to ultimate-guitar.com.

Last December 7, 2011, I linked this video on my twitter and tagged Sponge Cola, they even retweeted my tweet <3

Here's a proof:

Gemini - Sponge Cola (Piano Version) with lyrics

2012-01-21T00:04:00.000-08:00

Gemini - Sponge Cola (Piano Version) with lyrics

This was the first Sponge Cola song that I did a lyric video with. :) The song is just so sweet, like it makes me fall in love everytime I hear it.

The music video of this features the life of Romeo and Juliet, and it is in this song that I decided to read Shakespeare's classic tragedy. I'm still not finished with it as of this moment though, it just distracts me very much when I read it from a pdf file. But hey, once I find it in bookstores I'm gonna buy one for sure.

From the summaries that I read, Romeo and Juliet are just so sweet, you can see real love between them.

MY Firsts.

2012-01-20T22:14:00.000-08:00

Just a list of firsts in my life no matter how random they are.

first best friend: Janis Sison
first boy friend: (i won't mention the name, at wala na kame nun)
first cellphone: Nokia 7250i
first crush: Earl..(grade 4 ako nun..ehh nakakahiya)
first cellphone number: 09272992963
first date: with jacv, SM Manila, January 6, 2012, Shakey's
first kiss (cheek?): jacv, Lacson Ave.,(near ust hospital), January 16, 2012, 7:40pm?
first musical instrument ever played: Flute
first obsession: The Click Five (2007)
first original CD: The Click Five Modern Minds and Pastimes Tour Edition
first period: September 20, 2006 (lol)
first sponge cola gig: February 12, 2011, Closeup lovapalooza, SM MOA, bayside blvd
first favorite teacher: Ms. Fajilan (grade 2)
first fun run: UST Engineering fun run (Tara! Isigaw Mo, Takbo Tayo!), 5k, Quirino grandstand, 2011

(gonna update this from time to time)

Le me wants this :(

2012-01-20T09:58:00.000-08:00

It's been already years since I became a fan of the anime K-on! and I just really like Yui's Sunburst guitar.

Just a couple of weeks ago, I saw this in SM Calamba and I just drooled. I stared at it for quite a time because it's like the first time I ever saw one on a music shop :O I stared at the price tag and my mind went blank. Seriously, it's 27,000 pesos? That'll take me like 1 year or more to earn it. Why is it that all the good things are so expensive? aww.

I kept thinking how much fasting I'll have to do just to earn this (currently i think my savings are 8k), but sacrificing my stomach for money is never a good idea. And lately, I realized that no matter how much I want to have [so badly] this electric guitar, there are alot of other important things on my plate. I'll just feel guilty if I bought it with my own earnings.

Maybe time will come that someone will buy it for me (LOL ASANESS?!?). Well, who knows. For now studies should be my priority.

And so I guess, pangarap ko na lang talaga to. Kontento na ko sa electric guitar ko ngaun (well not really). Gusto ko kasi ung les paul kasi rock-ish talaga ung sound nia, e ung electric ko ngaun, mejo lang. Di tuloy bagay gamitin sa mga ibang rock songs. Oh well.

[repost from tumblr] January 6, 2012 - the best day of my life kahit di na kami. :">

2012-01-20T09:36:00.000-08:00

I originally posted this on tumblr but I hate the way it gets 'drowned' when all the reblogs came rushing in.

{Posted on January 7, 2012 on tumblr}

January 6, 2012 - the best day of my life kahit di na kami. :">

Hi! Share ko lang to. :”> It’s my first time to to blog here on tumblr na mejo mahaba-haba.

Nung January 5 pa dapat kami magkikita ni ex, birthday niya kasi, kaso d pwede kasi may assignment ako sa physics na kahaba-haba to be passed the next day..

(January 5, 2012)

Birthday ni ex. Nung mga 4pm+ na, kakauwi ko lang at kumain muna sa Chowking (Dapitan) kasi hindi pa ko nakakain ng breakfast neither lunch nun :O. Magkatext kami, tapos text siya ng text kung makakasama pa ba ko.

ME: Baka hindi na, may assignment pa kasi.

EX: Ano bukas na lang?

ME: Anung bukas na lang e dba ngaun birthday mo?

EX: Basta taung dalawa bukas.

(Kasi nung nagyaya sia mga hs friends daw kasama nia..so parang kaka OP din if ever sumama ako that day). Ayun mejo nagulat ako, parang gusto nia meron tlga na magkasama kame. Naisip ko naman, hala may quiz pa ko sa philhist bukas, pero it’s worth a shot. Try ko.

ME: Saan ba?

EX: SM North?

ME: Aw layo naman, dba matraffic dun sa q.ave?

EX: Oo.

ME: Hmm. D pa ko nakakapunta dun pero gusto ko puntahan, kaso malayo.

EX: Oh yun pala e.

EX: Cge ha walang atrasan.

……..”Cge ha walang atrasan.” Naisip ko un line na un whole night. haha.

(January 6, 2012)

Ayun sa SM Manila na lang daw kasi matraffic nga sa quezon avenue. Sabi nia kagabi 3 pm pa uwi nia kaso wala daw ung prof, kaya half day lng siya. Sabi pa nga kung d lng kme magkikita eh uuwi na sia. 4pm pa kasi awas ko. Nung mga 1pm ata un, nagtext siya kung tuloy pa ba. Sabi ko oo naman, sabi mo walang atrasan e. :)) Susunduin daw nia ko sa uste**

—Hinihintay talaga ko— :>

Ang gulo nung time na tinanong ako san daw mgkikita, nung una sabi ko ung gate sa may espana, eh sabi nia saan doon eh ang dami eh. Naisip ko lang, oo nga nman, ang daming gate sa uste :O Ang fail pa ng globe, kung kelan urgent na eh LR pa ko. Nasa Lacson gate na ko tapos nun ko lng nareceive wala na daw sia dun, andun sa may espana cor. lacson. :)) putek na lr yaan.

Kinakabahan ako habang naglalakad, as if to say, anu kaya gagawin ko pag nagkita kami? Should I slap him kasi iniwan nia ko? Pero no, ampanget nmn nun, hinintay ka na nga ng tao tas ikaw pa ung masama. Sabi nia sa may streetlight sia, nung papalapit na ko, nkita ko sia dun. haha tas aun nung pagkalikong pagkaliko ko sa corner nkita nia agad ako, adik e. Aun smile tas lumapit ako sa kanya. Sabi nia mahirap daw sumakay ng jeep papuntang quiapo, ang daming sakay tska matraffic. Tinanong nia ko kung may barya ako, sabi ko wala. Buong isang libo daw kasi dala nia :OO hahaha imagine mo naman sasakay kami ng jeep 1k ung pambayad :))) kaya aun sumakay nalang kami ng bus papuntang SM Manila.

Iba pala ung route kapag bus sinakyan papuntang SM manila, kasi d mo na kelangan dumaan sa underpass. Buti wala masyadong tao sa loob ng bus. :)) Nung nakaupo na kami, dun ako nakapwest malapit sa bintana. A few minutes passed and none of us said a word. hinawakan nia kamay ko sabay sabi “Bat ang tahimik mo?” for three seconds lang un. Sabi ko “Wala.” Maya Maya hinawakan kamay ko…tas magkaholding hands kami for about an estimatethree minutes :> Nakasandal ung ulo niya sa ulo ko nun. Aww lang. Sa bintana lng ako nakatingin nun kasi I feel like I might cry, pinigil ko lang. Tas nung bumitaw sia, ang awkward bigla :))

Nung nasa SM na, grabe. It took us like 15 minutes pag iisip kung saan kakain :)) Tanong sia ng tanong “San tayo? San mo ba gusto?”. Sabi ko naman “Di ko alam ikaw nga bahala.” Paulit ulit un. Tas sabi nga Shakey’s nlng kahit madaming tao. Bsta nung nakaupo na kami, hmm tawanan? Kasi habang hinihintay ung pagkain namin, nakita niya ako nagtetext. Nagtanong kung ilan ung kanta ko sa cp. E d ko alam, d naman kasi nalabas kung ilan talaga. Sabi ko na lang madami (pilosopo ako e). Hinawakan ung cellphone ko nagulat touch screen pala sabe pa, “Sorry taga bundok e” :)) Nung naka open na ung music player ng cp, bnbrowse nia ung mga kanta. Pag nag s-scroll dorn sa kasi dun damit ung darili, tas mejo madiin. Eh hindi nia ma scroll dorn, everytime tntry nia, na ppindot ung kanta tapos nag p-play :)) Sabi ng sabi, “Wala nito sa bundok e.” Laughtrip! :)) Eh pinakita nia sakin ung isang notebook nia (sa school syempre), ang hirap daw ng chem. Samen physics at math mahirap. Sia naman gusto din tignan ung notebook ko, aun pinakita ko tas lahat ng filler tinignan e :)) Sabi ko naman, “Sorry panget sulat ko.” Sabi nia, “Eh anu pa ung akin?” ……basta nung nakain na kame na part ayaw ko na i share nagkaron ng konting conflict e…Nung malapit na ako matapos sabi nia, “Hatid kita sa dorm mo?” Sabi ko, “Kung okay lang sayo.” He shook his head na pabiro. Sabi ko, “Eh syempre baka mamaya hindi okay eh.” Sabi nia naman, “Syempre pag magtatanong ako okay yun.” :> Ayun pumayag ako. :)

Gabi na nun, mga 6pm+ na ata, e wala na kaming magawa kasi baka gabihin at matraffic si ex. We decided head to my dorm na. Habang naglalakad papunta sa jeep casual talk. haha :)) Tinanong ko sia anung pasok nia bukas, 8 daw, 12 tapos. Sabi ko, “Ahh halfday.” Sabi nia, “Bakit libre ulit kita?”. Sabi ko “D ah” *with matching tawa* .Nung nasa jeep na, may time na nakatingin ako sa labas ng jeep (nasa dulo kasi kami) tapos nung bigla akong napatingin sa harap ko, using my 180 degrees line of sight, nahuli kong nakatingin sia sa kamay ko lol. :)) Tas aun konting usap usap.

Bumaba kami sa Lacson, from Espana, lalakarin nlng papuntang Dapitan, eh dba ang laki laki ng uste ang tagal bago mo matapos ung isang street/ave. Lakad dito lakad doon, usap usap. Sabi ko sa kanya, “baka hinihingal ka na jan ah, gusto mo dahan-dahan.” Sabi niya, “Hindi okay lang.” Nung makalagpas ng konti sa UST hospital, inakbayan niya ko tapos nilapit ung face nia sa face ko. Lumayo ako ng konti kasi akala ko kung ano :)))) Sabi naman nia “Eto na nga birthday gift ko sau eh.” Then ki-niss nia left cheek ko. :”“”“> (Ang sweet, siya ung may birthday pero sia ung nagbigay ng gift? haha) Yiiee. Buti na lang madilim at walang tao masyado. Pgkatapos nun, sabi nia “Okay lang?”(baka kasi inisip niya nailang ako nung ginawa niya yun) Sabi ko “Oo.” Ewan kung narinig niya ung oo ko pero I nodded my head na rin. Nung nasa corner Lacson-Dapitan na, tatawid kami nun eh may biglang kotse na dumaan. Eh mejo dere-deretso ako, tapos bigla ang higpit nung hawak niya sa braso ko. Hindi ung parang basta-basta lang pinigilan na tumawid. :> Nung nasa Dapitan na, lakad na naman, hahaha :)) Sabi pa niya mag je-jeep na talaga siya pag uwi ang haba ng nilalakad eh. Sabi ko “sencia ha” :)) Sabi niya “okay lang.” Nung nasa pintuan na ng dorm, sabi ko “Cge dito na ko.” Sabi niya “Ba-bye!”. Sabi ko “Ba-bye! Thank you ah.” Sabi niya, “ok lang.”

Nung paakyat ako sa kwarto sa dorm, immediately napahiga ako at napaiyak T_T Bakit ganun, I realized, iba sia sa personal talaga. Hindi ung parang pag sa txt or char na laging may BV :)) Ang tagal ko din napaiyak nun. Mejo tears of joy! Kasi syempre first time ko naranasan may kaholding hands tapos ung kiss sa cheek. At least sa lahat ng mga sinabi niya nun, may one thing out of 1million “promises” (de joke, basta madami siang pnromise nun e..) na natupad. Sabi niya kasi dati basta pag nagkita kame, hahawakan niya kamay ko at i ki-kiss daw ako. Naiyak tlga ko sa dorm nun ng mtgal, pero ung hinding pang-BH na iyak ah, mejo tears of joy nga. To think na hindi na kame, pero ginawa niya pa din yun. Ang sweet lang. Tinext ko sia agad tapos sabe ko, “Tanda mo pa din ung cnabi mo pag nagkita tau huh.” :)

Buti nlng unli si bestriend (aka Mae <3) at sa kanya ko nagtanong kung love pa din ba ko nun. May feelings pa nga din, pero parang ayaw lang niya aminin sa sarili niya. And I got word sa isa naming common friend ng ex ko, magkatext kasi sila nung Jan 4, eh nang aasar siya kay ex kung kami na daw ba ulit. Todo deny daw siya pero sabi, “bestfriends na lang kame.” Gosh! pero hindi mismo sinabi sakin ng ex ko na bestfriend turing nia sakin ngaun, hindi ex-girlfriend. I asked mae, “Anu ung mas special or mas less offensive na pakinngan na turing sayo ng isang tao, bestfriend or ex-girlfriend?”..Bestfriend daw kaysa ex, parang mas special kasi ung dating. wee. Come to think of it, parang mas mataas sa hierarchy un ng relationship between two people, strangers, friends, close friends, best friends, girlfriend/boyfriend, bitter, strangers. Mas mataas best friend kesa sa ex-girlfriend. So it means special pa din ako sa kanya. aww. Kaso ayun nga, ayaw niyang iadmit sa sarili nia.

Nung mga 9pm+ dun lng sia nagreply sa previous text ko. Sabi nia, “Masaya ka ba?”. Sabi ko “Oo? Dapat nga may sasabihin ako sau after mo kong i-kiss kaso baka di ko masabi.” Sabi nia, “Dapat sinabi mo, Tsk. haha.” Sabi ko, “E baka kasi di mangyari e!” Sabi nia, “Anu ba un?” Sabi ko, “Dba noon 4 months mo ko niligawan, 4 months mo kong hinintay, eh ngaun 10 months na kitang hinihintay…” Sabi nia, “Pass muna ako doon. haha.” Mejo na disappoint ako pero okay lang, sabi rin nia kasi nung habang naghihintay ng pagkain, ang baba ng mga grades nia, I understand naman. Tapos ako naman nagtanong, “Ikaw masaya ka ba?”. Sabi nia “Sakto lang. JOKE oo naman :)”. Aun usap usap regarding the things..:)) then nag goodnight na sia. with a kiss-smiley, ung “:-*” :DD

(January 7, 2012)—conclusions/observations (haha thesis?)

Mga 1am na ko nakatulog nun eh, inabsorb ko pa kasi tlaga ung mga nangyari. I just can’t forget em. Ang sarap i replay sa utak. Buti na lang taga hindi umulan! Ang sweet talaga :”> I guess mas kikiligin ako kung kame tapos ginawa nia ung mga un. :)) Tapos nag effort pa talaga siya sunduin ako sa uste kahit matraffic! At ihatid sa dorm! :DD

My conclusion is this: He still has feelings for me even though he took a different path. Kasi obvious sa mga actions nia. And the way he stares at me, makes me feel like im special, like im somebody. Lalo na nung nalaman ko na bestfriend pala turing niya sakin ngayon. Nakaka-aww lang. Ayaw lang niya aminin talaga sa sarili niya. And nung sinabi niya na “Pass muna ako doon,” I think kasi ayaw niyang maging kami ulit kasi takot siya masaktan ulit (pero haller, ako kaya ung lubos na nasaktan haha well nevermind). Sa pagdating ng panahon, tignan na lang natin. Time will come na marerealize niya. Basta ako, kahit ilang beses na ko gin*go nun, I must admit mahal ko pa rin siya even after these 10 months. Kasi first love namin pareho isa’t-isa. And iba talaga siya in person.

:) yun lang! haba no? mahaba tlga ko magkwento. gusto ko kasi lahat ng details andoon e. :) hanggang ngaun i still can’t get over especially because of the fact na hindi na kami tapos biglang ganun :”>

late bloomer blogger

2012-01-20T09:23:00.000-08:00

It took me this long til i remembered that I have an account here. Sorry, when I was younger I feel so lazy whenever i hear about "blogs." Only now I realize that I have so many experiences I wished I could have shared here for the past 3 years (?)

Okay from now on I'm gonna update whenever I can.

fyi again

2009-06-06T09:31:00.000-07:00

sorry but i keep forgetting of all the details
UP is short for University of the Philippines
and DOST is short for Department of Science and Technology =P
i am very sure that's all!
sorry for triple posting!!

fyi

2009-06-06T09:30:00.001-07:00

UP (in my previous post was a famous [public] college school here in our country)
and DOST is a college school too :D

late update!!

2009-06-06T09:02:00.000-07:00

aww im so sorry that i seldom blog now....
but my summer was just soooo boring...
and i even hate it that i have to do ALL the chores there is :|

mhm...what do you think it means when a guy keeps staring/looking at you??
i wondered a kinda long time in this but Amira's answer (my close clicker online friend) made sense. She said that "Maybe you caught their attention". But im not sure but what the heck. i am just 14 and i am not an expert in this. HAHA. (is that even funny?? ugh..me and my crazinesss!! )

well i asked that because..
well..it already happened to me like alot of times..
especially when i go with my family to accompany my brother in his college school.

mhm.. when we were in UP.. (my dad not included so it's just my mom, bro, and I.) ..of course there are college student there, but we were in UP because my brother has to submit some DOST scholarship thingyy. WHOA. UP is so largee. It's even bigger than Ateneo :O you have to ride on a jeepney to get from a place to another.

OMG. When we were on a jeepney, omg! there were like a guy barkada there. And i sat between these two guys with my brother and my mom infront of me. Ugh. They were so noisy but its okay =P. it was so embarrasing coz when the guy on my right got off, there was a space between me and some other guy and soo, the jeepney suddenly stopped. CAUSING ME TO BUMP TO THE GUY ON MY RIGHT. :O :O it was so embarrasing coz i didnt even held on to the bars on top (wth bars on top?? bsta something like that) , and after that was alot worse. I dont know why but that guy barkada was laughing. LOL. maybe its because of the incident that i bumped with the guy on my right?? but so what?? lol. but it was so embarrasing. Even the guy i bumped into laughed. I dont even know why the hell a guy (from the barkada) said, "Ui si Jeofrey (wth bsta ganun ung pagkakarinig ko eh--im not sure of d spelling), mahiyain yan." WTH IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?? =)) lol. so yeah. bsta yun. :D

another OMG. when we were riding the MRT(we were heading home)..im not sure and i dont know why but a guy (seems like he's around or near my age) keeps staring at me. The MRT was full so there were no more seats left and I just stood and held on to the straps. And so, i was facing like the glass window of the MRT and I can see my reflection. A few seconds later, I just found out that this guy(he was standing too and facing the glass window) was staring into my reflection!! wth?? Even though i dont stare back, I can still feel him stare so long. But he's cute though. He reminds me of someone I knoe. hahhaa ayieee =)) But when there were seats available on the train I sat and so did my brother (and now we were behind the guy like behind his back). and whoa. He managed to catch a short glimpse in my direction! =)) At first I thought, "wow naman bkit ba to tingin ng tingin?? tapos ang direct pa eh" *ENGLISH= wow why does he keep on staring? and its so direct?* so yeah but he was still standing and i can just see his back =P . But when we were getting off, my brother and I walked towards the direction out of the train that I will pass/walk by the guy. So there when we did walked towards that direction, he stared again!. and somehow i think our arms touched as i was walking..hahhaa lol. So yeah. end of story

LOL. I AM NOT THAT BOY CRAZY
It just feels great if you're gonna tell the whole story=))
XD

when something ends so badly....

2009-02-02T02:35:00.000-08:00

February 1, 2009 (Sunday)
-the day of our "family day" in school.

I was really excited for this for one major reason:

-First, I might see my crush (I wont say his name, though) there....:">

So I woke up at 5:30 in the morning and took a bath, etc. and kept thinking that I might see my crush lol. Second year students are part of the white team so I wore my fit white shirt.

Then my family and I (except my brother) drove to our school at around 6:45 am and got there exactly 7:00 am. We registered then proceeded to the motorcade thing that ended 8:30 am.
After that, we had our Holy Mass. Me and the other second year students sat on the bleachers while our parents sat on the monoblock chairs.

So, after the mass, we were asked to move the chairs because there'll be games that'll follow (voleyball) then I searched for Marjorie and saw her in front, nowhere near me. My mom moved our seats to the farthest place in the school gym, which sucks [for me]. Then [I think] after 10-15 minutes, I saw my crush [along with his family and btw, im classmates with her younger sister, so Im pretty sure that he'll come] taking his seat. THAT HE MEANS HE CAME OMG!!! :">. I texted Marjorie (using my mom's cp), "OMG, he's here...". After that I smiled a little cause Marjorie said the same thing(parang nagkasabay kaming nag txt). After that, I felt nervous and happy at the same time! :D

So I still felt grumpy because my mom doesn't want to transfer our seats near my second years classmates' parents area(we're surrounded by little kids here but still part of the white team). I told my dad about it and he asked me to find seats. So I stood and went. I saw Marjorie and I asked her," Hey, where do you think we could sit??". Then she said, "There near Lourdes (my close friend)." So I told my dad, "Hey dad, I think we need to transfer to other seats over there." Then he said back, "Can you check for available seats first?" Then I said, "okay."

So I walked towards that area then saw Marjorie so I walked towards her (oh and btw, when I was walking towards Marjorie, I seem to walk past my crush omg! but I didnt look at him lol. I just walked like I felt confident so that no one would notice). So then I asked her "where are those seats?" Then it just happens that some old woman sat there. Ughhh. So I just scanned the area for availabe seats. Soon enough, i found one, near the back. Then went back to my dad and we moved towardd those seats. My mood eased (remember when I told you that I was grumpy before? but that all disappeared now since we transferred seats). So for 2 minutes I stared at my crush but he didnt saw me cause they (my crush and his elder brother) were in front, sort ot like near Marjorie.

I now told Lourdes that he was my crush (I havent told her before)....Then I asked her to take a pic of my crush (sort of like a stolen pic) but he's back showed coz he was in front. But that's okay. So when I saw the pic, I was okay na. But I still felt so excited/happy about it lol. :D. So after awhile I went to Marjorie and saw that there was an empty seat right next to her (that empty seat was like 1/2 meter near to my crush). So I sort of hyperventilated when I said to her, "OMG!! OMG!! OMG!!"......After 30 minutes (I now went back to our seats), I saw them (my crush and the rest of their family) stood and walked away. I felt kinda sad yet happy cause I have a pic of him (thanks to Lourdes).

--fast forward--(sorry but Im kinda in a hurry right now)

I was now with my mom and we were walking along together around the school campus. My dad was watching the basketball game inside the gym...After looking through the cell phone's gallery, I realized that it was full (it didnt have a memory card in it after all :( ). I also realized that by video-ing the "backstreet kids' " performance made it full so my mom said that I have to delete it but I didnt want to. Oh and uh, at that moment, there was only a bar left on the battery so after watching the vid of the backstreet kids' performance, It faded...I shrugged...I kinda blamed my mom cause she didnt charge it back home.

So after that the Raffle Draw (<-there's prizes/scholarships) preceeded I wasnt called but it was okay for me. Then after the event I was most nervous of---giving of report cards. My mom saw it first because I went to the rest room and when I saw my report card, there was only two line of sevens but I felt horrible bout my English grade. Before it was 88, but now, it's just 81. i didnt even knew what happened but Im pretty sure there's some mistake idk lol. My mom got mad at me bout my algebra grade (it lowered).
(So that card giving was the final event for the day then it was go-home time)

--fast forward--

When I was home, I borrowed my dad's cell phone charger and charged mom's cell phone (the one I used throughout the day, I dont have my own cell phone...which sucks....). When it was done charging, it was already 7:30 pm [I think]. So we ate dinner. After tha, I took the phone with me to my room and listened to the radio through it while doing my homework..after two hours, i fell asleep (9:30 pm).

Then the next day (Feb.2), we didnt have classes so I woke 8 or 8:30 am.--fast forward--
When my mom arrived from work, I was researching some biology stuff for my hw and I borrowed her cellphone cause Im gonna upload yesterday's pics to our pc now.

the most awful part--
when I checked the phone's photo gallery, my crush's pic was gone! and the backstreet kids' vid was gone too....I cried..and cried...then I thought, my mom deleted it cause the memory was full :((....I felt so frustrated at her (but I didnt showed my feelings to her). I also thought, "Why did you deleted it by the way? its not your property-its mine..and that was the first pic that I had with my crush in it...

ugh!!!!!

im still frustrated about it til now.
so, my motivation to do well in school tomorrow disappeared.............................

dammit!!:((

okay, end of blog :)

the click five-> my fave band ever!

2009-01-03T06:51:00.000-08:00

Im a THE CLICK FIVE FAN♥

I love them to death..
especially the singer Kyle♥ gahh,...he's so cute

here's some of the click five's pictures:

this picture is from their second album's cover titled:
Modern Minds and Pastimes

they all look so cute!
:P

and here's some pics of the lead singer KYLE♥:

Isn't he just the hottest guy on earth?
hahaha :P

I feel so lazy :/

2009-01-03T06:46:00.001-08:00

*sorry that previous post's title was meant to be "Hi everyone" not I feel so lazy, sorry again, I just made a typo

Darn it!

I have so many homeworks to do..
but I just feel so lazy doing all of it..

and more importantly,
classes resume on Monday! (Jan.6)

oh my gosh..
i just feel like the vacation they made was a little short for all the students who has loads of homework!:\ like me, for example..
even though I think it was two weeks+

darn it!

I guess I better go now and it's getting kinda late :)

I fell so lazy :/

2009-01-03T06:38:00.000-08:00

Hey everyone!

welcome to my blog!

I know this is the first time I posted on here but as always, I seem to sound so boring..:P(at least that's what I think about myself...)

first of all, my name's Trizia..

I live in the Philippines

Im 14 years old as of the moment

:D

cheerio!