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27 October 2009 @ 02:08 pm
25 September 2009 @ 11:03 pm
Bakit biglang parang hindi pa ako over ulet? Ok na eh, Over na eh. Pero bakit ngayon, biglang... Hindi pa?
Oh well, relapse lang siguro.
Mawawala rin to agad mamaya. :)
Mga kanta nga naman talaga, helps bring back lalim feelings. Nye. Mej soundtrip kasi ako ngayon sa PC ni Mon Castro.
Oh well, relapse lang siguro.
Mawawala rin to agad mamaya. :)
Mga kanta nga naman talaga, helps bring back lalim feelings. Nye. Mej soundtrip kasi ako ngayon sa PC ni Mon Castro.
06 September 2009 @ 05:17 pm
11 August 2009 @ 08:07 pm
I wanted everyone to taste my chicken.
Yes, I wanted all my neighbors and all the passerby to taste the chicken I just made.
It was so delightful! I used the turbo for the first time and it did the chicken so well. But more than that is, of course, the delicious masterpiece I have just created. I marinated the chicken two days ago with some ingredients I ripped off from a recipe page in GQ magazine. I didn't follow the recipe at all. I just figured that seasoning the chicken with some of the ingredients posted by GQ might do my chicken a good deal. And guess what? It did.
It really did! I was beaming with delight upon having a taste of my creation. I urged my brother who was busily playing NBA on his Playstation (2 or 3?) to taste it, and to have his dinner already while the food's still hot. (It was only around 6pm, hehe.) He excused himself from his little game (sorry for calling it little), tasted the chicken, and agreed with me. "Onga ang sarap nga," he said.
Hwee!!! It was at that moment when I felt my happiness escalate to a higher level. I was so happy! Haha! It was at that point when I wanted everyone to have a taste of my chicken - neighbors and passerby alike. I also pictured bringing such food to a Psych get-together or to a Sunday lunch or New Year celebration with my relatives. :))
And you know what? To savor the taste of the freshly-turboed chicken, I ate a piece at once, with rice, and with ice cold Pepsi. I just finished eating sinigang with rice at that moment but I clearly couldn't resist my special chicken.
Hahaha, yeahyeah, enough of this chicken talk. I just really wanted to share my joy. :)
Yes, I wanted all my neighbors and all the passerby to taste the chicken I just made.
It was so delightful! I used the turbo for the first time and it did the chicken so well. But more than that is, of course, the delicious masterpiece I have just created. I marinated the chicken two days ago with some ingredients I ripped off from a recipe page in GQ magazine. I didn't follow the recipe at all. I just figured that seasoning the chicken with some of the ingredients posted by GQ might do my chicken a good deal. And guess what? It did.
It really did! I was beaming with delight upon having a taste of my creation. I urged my brother who was busily playing NBA on his Playstation (2 or 3?) to taste it, and to have his dinner already while the food's still hot. (It was only around 6pm, hehe.) He excused himself from his little game (sorry for calling it little), tasted the chicken, and agreed with me. "Onga ang sarap nga," he said.
Hwee!!! It was at that moment when I felt my happiness escalate to a higher level. I was so happy! Haha! It was at that point when I wanted everyone to have a taste of my chicken - neighbors and passerby alike. I also pictured bringing such food to a Psych get-together or to a Sunday lunch or New Year celebration with my relatives. :))
And you know what? To savor the taste of the freshly-turboed chicken, I ate a piece at once, with rice, and with ice cold Pepsi. I just finished eating sinigang with rice at that moment but I clearly couldn't resist my special chicken.
Hahaha, yeahyeah, enough of this chicken talk. I just really wanted to share my joy. :)
Current Mood: 
accomplished
accomplished11 August 2009 @ 08:02 pm
This is what I used to scoop my stool from the bowl. :) I taped three old toothbrushes together to create the ultimate poop picker. The water from the bowl's so deep hence a single toothbrush won't be able to do the job.
Hahaha. This is such a gross task. Really. I was cringing the whole time. (I bet your mind's also screaming "eww" at this very moment.)
Finally, the worst and last part of my medical check-up is overrr!
04 August 2009 @ 12:22 am
01 August 2009 @ 11:40 pm
Ex-president Cory Aquino passed away early this morning. She isn't really my idol, favorite icon or whatsoever, but I felt shocked upon learning about her death. I felt like, whoa, this is history in the making. This is history in the making. She's gone, totally gone; a very iconic figure has died in my lifetime.
History is happening right now, right now. I'm part of this era, I am. I'm part of this time, and of the story that future history textbooks shall publish, that future students shall read about and learn in history class. I was there when it happened. I was alive during that time. I witnessed that moment, that event!
And I'm proud.
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Miss Cory Aquino, may you rest in peace. Thank you for all you've done for this country. To your family, may you be blessed with strength, and peace as well.
Oh and Miss Cory, have a blessed, loving, heartfelt forever with Ninoy.
...
I know you will.
History is happening right now, right now. I'm part of this era, I am. I'm part of this time, and of the story that future history textbooks shall publish, that future students shall read about and learn in history class. I was there when it happened. I was alive during that time. I witnessed that moment, that event!
And I'm proud.
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Miss Cory Aquino, may you rest in peace. Thank you for all you've done for this country. To your family, may you be blessed with strength, and peace as well.
Oh and Miss Cory, have a blessed, loving, heartfelt forever with Ninoy.
...
I know you will.
Current Mood: 
and emotional
and emotional31 July 2009 @ 01:54 am
I HATE READING OLD, PAINFUL BLOG ENTRIES.
I'll never do it again.
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To Blogspot or to Lj?
I'll never do it again.
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To Blogspot or to Lj?
Current Mood: 
aggravated
aggravated26 July 2009 @ 05:35 pm
Why am I like this? I HATE IT.
As I keep to myself at home, I feel like I've been such a person even to my friends already. You see, I'm serious with my family. I don't show them my fun, happy side. I don't crack jokes, don't show them my happy emotions (well, I do, but very seldomly)... And during the past four months, I've been what? At home, almost every day. With them. Hence, I've been keeping to myself the past months. So in some instances, when I'm out, I feel like I've become more quiet, more reserved, and it felt harder to open up, to be jovial, to show my happy side even to my friends.
I feel that I need to be with my friends more... And take that extra effort I now have to make to get myself back to the way it was.
...
Or maybe I just have to drop all this shit for me to feel the freedom once again. Yeah. Tomorrow, I will.
As I keep to myself at home, I feel like I've been such a person even to my friends already. You see, I'm serious with my family. I don't show them my fun, happy side. I don't crack jokes, don't show them my happy emotions (well, I do, but very seldomly)... And during the past four months, I've been what? At home, almost every day. With them. Hence, I've been keeping to myself the past months. So in some instances, when I'm out, I feel like I've become more quiet, more reserved, and it felt harder to open up, to be jovial, to show my happy side even to my friends.
I feel that I need to be with my friends more... And take that extra effort I now have to make to get myself back to the way it was.
...
Or maybe I just have to drop all this shit for me to feel the freedom once again. Yeah. Tomorrow, I will.
Current Mood: 
anxious
anxious04 July 2009 @ 02:29 pm
I thought this only happens on the streets.
But no, it happens even in the mall.
I was in Robinson's Galleria, eating at French Baker with my lola, mom, and Jenny, my mom's officemate. I ordered a Chicken ala King and it came with buttered corn and carrots and a croissant. I gobbled up everything, except for the bread, for it didn't really appeal to my appetite at that time.
So there we were, talking about how anti-life some jobs could be, when an ordinary-looking man in a maroon shirt and black slacks interrupted us with these words: "Excuse me po, kakainin niyo pa ho ba iyan?" He was pointing at my untouched croissant and due to my shock, I wasn't able to move or speak at once. What ran through my brain at that point were doubts and suspicions - is he serious? Is this some sort of prank? Are we on Wow Mali? This might be Wow Mali!
Before I could even move a finger, I noticed my mom picking up my croissant with a napkin. She then gave it to the stranger with pleading eyes. Not a hint of shyness or shattered pride was evident in him (if I noticed it correctly). He simply wanted my food.
"Thank you po," he said after receiving the blessing. He then left, with his plastic bag around his arm and my bread on his hand. He had a splintered walk, I don't know why.
I was bewildered. What happened was beyond my knowledge on how the world really is. Why, a decently-dressed man in a mall with a plastic (or shopping) bag, begging for food? I thought that only happened on the streets, in public buses, or in public jeepneys! Wow.
It's really shocking. Really shocking.
But no, it happens even in the mall.
I was in Robinson's Galleria, eating at French Baker with my lola, mom, and Jenny, my mom's officemate. I ordered a Chicken ala King and it came with buttered corn and carrots and a croissant. I gobbled up everything, except for the bread, for it didn't really appeal to my appetite at that time.
So there we were, talking about how anti-life some jobs could be, when an ordinary-looking man in a maroon shirt and black slacks interrupted us with these words: "Excuse me po, kakainin niyo pa ho ba iyan?" He was pointing at my untouched croissant and due to my shock, I wasn't able to move or speak at once. What ran through my brain at that point were doubts and suspicions - is he serious? Is this some sort of prank? Are we on Wow Mali? This might be Wow Mali!
Before I could even move a finger, I noticed my mom picking up my croissant with a napkin. She then gave it to the stranger with pleading eyes. Not a hint of shyness or shattered pride was evident in him (if I noticed it correctly). He simply wanted my food.
"Thank you po," he said after receiving the blessing. He then left, with his plastic bag around his arm and my bread on his hand. He had a splintered walk, I don't know why.
I was bewildered. What happened was beyond my knowledge on how the world really is. Why, a decently-dressed man in a mall with a plastic (or shopping) bag, begging for food? I thought that only happened on the streets, in public buses, or in public jeepneys! Wow.
It's really shocking. Really shocking.
22 May 2009 @ 10:34 pm
12 May 2009 @ 06:46 pm
It's as if we had all the free time in the whole world...and it was good. So good.
I miss those days of having to wake up with something to look forward to. Those days of rejoicing over the free time you get to have, however measly it may be. I miss those days of just going wild despite our next-day classes and reading requirements, while the rest of our schoolmates are just probably at home, staying peaceful and clean.
We were having the time of our lives despite the rules, the burdens, and the heartaches.
Aww God I miss those days of pure fun.
I miss my college days. :(
I miss those days of having to wake up with something to look forward to. Those days of rejoicing over the free time you get to have, however measly it may be. I miss those days of just going wild despite our next-day classes and reading requirements, while the rest of our schoolmates are just probably at home, staying peaceful and clean.
We were having the time of our lives despite the rules, the burdens, and the heartaches.
Aww God I miss those days of pure fun.
I miss my college days. :(
Current Mood: depressed
depressed23 March 2009 @ 11:36 pm
OMYG*D I'M (SORTA) HIT.
I just watched The Reader awhile ago. Kate Winslet does not look sexy and pretty in that film as she played the role of a ticket collector in a "train"(?). But I have to hand her the credit of still looking really beautiful in one shot despite her very unsexy character.
I had a conversation with a friend through the famous YM!. I was brought to my senses as he said the following lines:
cam: wah, feeling ko huli nako.. kasi ung friend ko, may final job interview na.
cam: tapos ung isa kong friend, though she's still in college (kabatch ko pero next yr pa ggraduate), parang napaka-productive ng buhay. film student sha tas may internship sha sa bacolod this summer and she ran for film representative blah sa course nila.
cam: tapos ako, wala.
cam: hahaaa
cam: sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
friend: e compare ka ng compare
friend: hahhaa
...
cam: feel ko lang huli nako. and unproductive
friend: mafrustrate ka lang
friend: di makakaranas ng contentment
friend: kasi gauge mo tao
Doesn't this make so much sense? It does, right?
I know this, and I've been writing about this in my Philosophy 103 journal... Yet somehow, I don't always get to practice what I preach.
Thank you my friend, for putting me back on track.
I just watched The Reader awhile ago. Kate Winslet does not look sexy and pretty in that film as she played the role of a ticket collector in a "train"(?). But I have to hand her the credit of still looking really beautiful in one shot despite her very unsexy character.
I had a conversation with a friend through the famous YM!. I was brought to my senses as he said the following lines:
cam: wah, feeling ko huli nako.. kasi ung friend ko, may final job interview na.
cam: tapos ung isa kong friend, though she's still in college (kabatch ko pero next yr pa ggraduate), parang napaka-productive ng buhay. film student sha tas may internship sha sa bacolod this summer and she ran for film representative blah sa course nila.
cam: tapos ako, wala.
cam: hahaaa
cam: sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
friend: e compare ka ng compare
friend: hahhaa
...
cam: feel ko lang huli nako. and unproductive
friend: mafrustrate ka lang
friend: di makakaranas ng contentment
friend: kasi gauge mo tao
Doesn't this make so much sense? It does, right?
I know this, and I've been writing about this in my Philosophy 103 journal... Yet somehow, I don't always get to practice what I preach.
Thank you my friend, for putting me back on track.
18 March 2009 @ 03:13 pm
I officially cleaned our bathroom today. Official, meaning, I had rubber gloves on, plus I had Zonrox, Zim Cleanser, and all those brushes, sponges, pails... I had the urge to clean it before due to my sudden OC-ness, but all I used was a tissue paper (haha) to wipe off the dust that had settled on the counters and cabinets. This official cleaning, my friend, was a totally different experience. It was DISGUSTING. I irked at every hair I had to get rid of... And winced every time the toilet bowl gets near my face.
It would be okay if this bathroom's my own, but unfortunately, it is not. My brothers and I share the same bathroom, and you know what that means. (If you're thinking of yellow pee strewn all over the toilet seat type of shit, then you're perfectly getting my point.) Brothers. Why can't they be more careful??
I do not intend to tell you every detail of this ghastly experience. All I know is that the moment I stepped out of the bathroom, I wanted to scream with joy and relief!!! Finally, it was OVER. I did it. It was a task that battled with my pride for quite a while, but thankfully, as I finished doing it, I felt accomplished. Not beaten, not degraded, but accomplished.
Cleaning bathrooms - I really hate doing this. REALLY. YUCK. Thankfully, I got out of it alive. And feeling goooood. :)
Current Mood: 
content
content21 February 2009 @ 07:55 pm
I was brought to tears after accidentally seeing you awhile ago, as what happened last February 19.
You don't know how much I'm missing you right now.
You don't know how much I'm missing you right now.
Current Mood: crying insides
20 February 2009 @ 01:42 am
On this 19th night of February:
I haven’t felt this feeling of missing someone so much since… I couldn’t remember when.
I miss you so much. I hope we could spend a day or two (and more) together again.
I haven’t felt this feeling of missing someone so much since… I couldn’t remember when.
I miss you so much. I hope we could spend a day or two (and more) together again.
Current Mood: missing someone so much
30 January 2009 @ 11:16 pm
She forgot how it is to be strong.
She got tired of it - of facing the dreaded pair, and of trying to be nonchalant or even semi-nonchalant about it all. She got tired of it - of saying it's all over, that everything's already fine, yet in her subconsiousness, chaos reigns, and in her deepest feelings, pain wells.
It has all been too much already. Too much that she couldn't take another chance of going through all that again. To try is not an option. To discern about it is not, too.
She has resigned.
31 December 2008 @ 05:29 pm
More on doing what I like, what I love.
But it's easier, coming straight from the heart.
- Bryan Adams, Straight from the Heart
But it's easier, coming straight from the heart.
- Bryan Adams, Straight from the Heart
Current Mood: inspired
16 December 2008 @ 11:48 am
It was an unexpected occassion. And it pained my heart!
This may sound really silly hahaha but I'd still LOVE to blog about it, or even make an avatar or a postcard on it, because it was all so strange, in a funny kind of way. Plus, the one who made this all happen, this five second joyous occassion, was my numero uno crush. Yez babe, it was all about the boy and the infatuation. And the overly-aroused heartbeats.
Think of the adjective weird in its most delightful sense - that's exactly what I'm talking about.
So, what about it?
Hmm. You can call it... electricity-inspired. Nyahahak. Sponsored by Meralco. HAHAHA. I looked up from what I was doing in school and all of a sudden, there he was, passing by. He saw me too so we exchanged quick hi's as he walked on. That. Gave. Me. A. Heart that welled up with shock, nervousness, and excitement. Nervousness caught up really quick, the intensity beating up my heart 1,000,000 times per second, so poof! I ended up hurting. HAHAHA! I felt pain in my heart not because of a jerk nor a rejection nor a break-up, but because of an innocent boy who happened to pass by a girl who crazily likes him.
What a way to start the week. Oh and I just realized that... to hurt isn't so bad after all, hehe. :))
This may sound really silly hahaha but I'd still LOVE to blog about it, or even make an avatar or a postcard on it, because it was all so strange, in a funny kind of way. Plus, the one who made this all happen, this five second joyous occassion, was my numero uno crush. Yez babe, it was all about the boy and the infatuation. And the overly-aroused heartbeats.
Think of the adjective weird in its most delightful sense - that's exactly what I'm talking about.
So, what about it?
Hmm. You can call it... electricity-inspired. Nyahahak. Sponsored by Meralco. HAHAHA. I looked up from what I was doing in school and all of a sudden, there he was, passing by. He saw me too so we exchanged quick hi's as he walked on. That. Gave. Me. A. Heart that welled up with shock, nervousness, and excitement. Nervousness caught up really quick, the intensity beating up my heart 1,000,000 times per second, so poof! I ended up hurting. HAHAHA! I felt pain in my heart not because of a jerk nor a rejection nor a break-up, but because of an innocent boy who happened to pass by a girl who crazily likes him.
What a way to start the week. Oh and I just realized that... to hurt isn't so bad after all, hehe. :))
02 December 2008 @ 07:05 pm
"No Com 106 tomorrow"
These words made me squeal in excitement, or rather, in extreme euphoria for it now gives me three extra hours in finishing everything that I need to do for Thesis and PolSci. It gave me enough time to beat the deadlines that are fast approaching. Time is running in a seemingly faster speed during these days...
However, upon coming across the second line in our beadle's message that says, "Sir Jon's dad is in the hospital," my extreme excitement literally dropped, for my thoughts told me that the cause of my excitement and relief is the misery and worry of another. It drowned me for a short while. Caused me to pray for Sir Jon and his father at once. Even made me blog about it. For a second, I was high. In the next second, I felt low. The emotions, as well as its sudden shift, were so strong, really.
I really hope that Sir Jon's father would be blessed with good health in the soonest time possible. And may Sir Jon and his family be blessed with grace to be able to easily cope with the situation they are currently faced with.
I'm thankful for the free cut, yes. But for this free cut to be due to another person's misery gives me a totally different feeling.
These words made me squeal in excitement, or rather, in extreme euphoria for it now gives me three extra hours in finishing everything that I need to do for Thesis and PolSci. It gave me enough time to beat the deadlines that are fast approaching. Time is running in a seemingly faster speed during these days...
However, upon coming across the second line in our beadle's message that says, "Sir Jon's dad is in the hospital," my extreme excitement literally dropped, for my thoughts told me that the cause of my excitement and relief is the misery and worry of another. It drowned me for a short while. Caused me to pray for Sir Jon and his father at once. Even made me blog about it. For a second, I was high. In the next second, I felt low. The emotions, as well as its sudden shift, were so strong, really.
I really hope that Sir Jon's father would be blessed with good health in the soonest time possible. And may Sir Jon and his family be blessed with grace to be able to easily cope with the situation they are currently faced with.
I'm thankful for the free cut, yes. But for this free cut to be due to another person's misery gives me a totally different feeling.
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