don't take it seriously

Err, okay. I changed my relationship status from "in a relationship" to "engaged" with whoever my guys is. My Tita would always react on my relationship status. I dunno how she could actually think that I'm really engaged? Please, please, please... I dunno what to think about her. But as of now, I think this will serve as something to annoy her. I hope she'll get open-minded when it comes to this stuff.

*And does she really think that my guy is not good enough for me?*

eat ♥

Do I have to explain this? 

We simply love edible food, of course ♥

keen-observer

wala lang :)

I will post more of this on how I describe a Clarionet

a little hate letter to the royal b*tchy-ness

Dear Royal B*tch,

I guess it's enough to say that being b*tch is likewise being dumb. You think you're so perfect. You think you're too above others. You're so full of yourself. Stop making that stolen shot a big deal. Besides I already warned you that I'll get even with you and post something worse than what you posted the last time. You just laughed at it and did not take it seriously. Well, I'm sorry if you're that dumb that you didn't see the signs coming. You see, I have the (Clarion's) camera most of the time and I can get the ugliest mug shot of your face. You should not get mad cause right now we're even. I don't really care about the rantings I received from you. If you say I'm mean, you should've known before. I already gave you the simplest condition to delete your so-called "ghastly photos". You didn't do it, therefore i won't either. That's being fair, right? You're too conscious about what other people would say to you on that photo when they've been already talking about you worse than the comments you receive. Don't you like that? You are being loved *sarcastic smile*

Remember this, if you can't accept what you are in a stolen shot photo, therefore, you don't like yourself as well. In portraits, what you're showing in the camera is not what you really are. If I got a stolen shot pic, I have to deal with it and remember that it's me. So for you, Royal B*tchiness, DEAL WITH IT! I have no plan of deleting your mug shot unless you do what I told you *evil grin*. You know it's so simple. So don't be dumb, you dumb b*tch!

little letters for the bunch of users

I'm making this post out of impulse and disappointment. After days and more days of pressure for compiling my certificates of attendance and appreciation for several  seminars I had attended in and out of school, I received an unfair share of reward.

Dear guy who got it all:

Congratulations! (*flashing a sarcastic smile*)
Tell me I'm being too self-absorbed or too selfish, but I was the one who made most of the efforts to give you certifications you needed for you to have that piece of scented paper and a junked medal. In fact you barely knew what were those stuff I contributed until I told you one day. But I'm not holding any grudges to you now.

Dear Sir who inconsistently-supporting-personnel-who-boasts-his-name-on-a-mere-green-plastic-board,

I don't think you deserve to be the head of that department when you don't know how to define CLEAR MECHANICS and not even supporting us with our needs. Hey! we're students too. I wonder why you came back to being an arrogant sloth.

Dear Ma'am-I-should-have-been-selfish-not-to-share-my-certifications-with-you,

I guess it's my fault after all because I thought I could help your "son". And indeed, i just did help him. Boohoo to me :(( Just because you're his mom and you have one of the highest ranked job in this school, it doesn't mean you have to do everything, even delegating the things to me that your "son" is suppose to do.

Dear disappointment,

nakarami kana ngayong araw ha. I've had enough of you. If only you were concrete, I would have mocked you.

Dear users,

stop using people... they're not things.


still grudging on you until tomorrow,

doby >:[

ode to the next in line (the seniors' goodbye)

We're waving goodbye to the new beginning

We're saying hello to happy endings

We were once like you

And not for long, you will be like us, too.

As we entered in this school, we were uncertain

Now we see the differences between now and then.

We were once acquaintances before

Now, we're acquaintances no more

Because we are family

As what we will always be.

We would still throw punch lines

To those who are about to whine

Turning it upside down

What is suppose to be a frown

Never forget to listen to someone's rants

Never forget to make each other feel important

Never forget to know the others roles

Cuz each one of us makes this academe whole

Never forget the memories of our duties and fears

The first times, the hard times and those that brought us tears

With all our hearts, we thank you all

For the scoldings and compliments that we can still recall

We're sorry for the headaches and back pains that our instructors have been through

Because we sometimes become stubborn and forgot about you

Now we, the seniors, will throw the caps up in the air

It is the juniors' turn to do have their fair share.

-batch 2010

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wrapping it up!

this is what i'm suppose to put in my column in Clarion. i hope our EIC would allow this. because as i can see it, it's too selfish. it's about me anyway.. haha... read on :)

Column name: MY SELFISH THOUGHTS
Column title: THAT’S A WRAP!

Starting a paragraph is one of the hardest parts in writing; similar to how I started college. Nothing has been easy for a noob like me on what to do in college. Making friends with “strangers” took time to be at ease with them. Even making it in the office [Clarion] where I finally belong has been so intimidating. It may be at first, but the more you shared a little chitchat and some bothering with them, it helped me find a clearer view of a second family here in school.

From the time I leveled up to 2nd year, subjects became more kind of difficult to me. I started disregarding studying and crammed on the eleventh hour. It is a fact that I became too sloppy with my academics and there were some conflicts between it and some heart-to-heart matters, with a tinge of Clarion stuffs. I somehow got fairly good grades from learning with photocopied handouts *ahem*, classmate’s jotted notes, scribbles and doodles on the projector, and even appreciated the grossest things and wonders brought about by the microorganisms, and shared ideas with the newfound groupies.

From the time I was appointed to be an Assistant Managing Editor in our dear student pub, my clandestine initial reaction was like “what the H am I getting into?” But somehow, I learned new things on how to make Clarion working and loving it. Then after our former EIC’s regime, it’s our turn to be seniors. Hurray for that! However, we have to tighten our belts due to financial constraints in order for us to compensate our budgets to cater all the necessary activities and printings in this pub. I admit that I had been a headache to the rest of my colleagues {if they consider me one} because of my consistent procrastination. I was trying to eradicate that bad habit though, because obviously, it does me no good in my work. Tsk!

This time, I’m writing selfishly about the things I want to blabber regarding myself. You see, I can’t even imagine myself scribbling my thoughts in this sheet of paper for a one whole page of column. It’s as if at the first glance in our young-adolescent-lives, we were just setting our plans and goals. Now, on the next minute, we find ourselves few steps closer to our “dreams”. Whether we planned to be here or not, regular, irregular, shiftee, or second-courser students, or whatnot, if you’re a candidate to graduate this year, be proud [I know you do], you’re graduating. At least we have proven that our efforts were not wasted for reaching this far.

Of all the endeavors I’ve gone through, it were all because of these people who never got tired of dreaming with me. My grandparents and the rest of my family who fostered me like their youngest baby, I hope I made you proud even before I stepped college. I tried my best to show you that I have been worthy of your sacrifices and hardships, even though I showed you the not-so-perfect-daughter’s attributes. I am looking forward to repay all your kindness. I love you so much. To our moderator, Ma’am Mary, you showed your motherly love to us despite our flaws and shortcomings. You still continued to support us. To Pam, Janely, Cawi, Madrid, and all those friends and acquaintances I met along the way, you are few of the reasons why I considered college as the best and the most challenging years at this point in my life. However, that made me think all of the sudden, what does the future could really offer me when all these people will no longer be by my side? That made me sad right now : (

Moreover, I won’t forget those people who pissed me off within the entire years in this academia. Yes, you got into my nerves and almost turned me into a madman. Seriously, you’re not a big help; and you’re no big deal either. So whatever grudges you hold against me, no worries, I don’t care. However, just in case you’re wondering why I include you here, it’s because we were once friends and I remembered you. That doesn’t mean anything. I just remembered you; just that. Soon enough, we will be parting our ways and hopefully not to get to see each other again. I’m thinking of some reconciliation though.

All in all, I just wish that the next time I see the people who will take our places in Clarion, they can do better. Anticipate the consequences and as much as possible, don’t delay. And by the next time I see the same faces, like my batch mates, I hope I could see you somewhere in the hospitals, or any decent workplace, doing the right thing, dedicating ourselves to our chosen profession. ~xoxo ♥

(I’m gonna miss the couch :c )

chopsticks

 

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One thing I love about using chopsticks is that...

I can eat less rice...

Or nothing at all! haha!

Since today is Kung Hei Fat Choi,

I'm eating with.... you guessed it. 

CHOPSTICKS!

This is now my favorite spoon and fork ♥

p.s.

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!!

kinsay DEFENSIVE?!

"watch your mouth, honey. you don't know what you mean..."

what is so defensive about admitting my own fault because im being irresponsible. when i'm telling the truth, is it defensive? i thought being defensive is like " devoted to resisting or preventing aggression or attack"(http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/defensive). i just thought recently, do you even know what defensive means? perhaps, NO!

i am defenseless. i am honest enough not to become so "defensive". and who are you to say that to me when you are the one who's being so defensive.

scene 1: at the locker...

you: "na unsa diay ka, dob?" (with your sarcastic, as-if-you're-concerned voice)
me: (in a very low, almost quiet, whispered voice) nabilin nako akong cap and mask :c
you: (in an uber loud voice that echoed almost throughout the OR) AI! NABILIN DIAY IMONG CAP AND MASK?! (still having that sarcastic voice)
me: unsa man ka?! mao nang dili k ganahan sa imo kay di li ka mapagkatiwalaan!
you: "aw!" (again, in a loud pitched tone) "nabilin jud diay imong cap and mask?"
me: bwisit ka man. nigara pud ka! ingnag ayawg saba, kusgon pod ang tingog. ever, dili jud tika mapagkatiwalaan samot na sa mga secrets! (walk out!)

scene 2: students' lounge...

you: unsaon man na nimo? naa bya si Ma'am A. basi masakpan ka. (sarcasm noted)
me: (with my disposable cap and mask) sige lang, naingnan na man pud nako si Sir A. kabalo na siya. gihatagan na gani ko niya ani [pointing to my cap].
you: unya kung si Ma'am A. ang makakita sa imo?
me: sige lang. hulaton ko lang na masakpan ko niya.
you: (with that pleading tone) sige lang, masakpan lang japon ka (and your face is uber evil!)
me: (with dignified voice ^^) bahala nag masakpan ko ni Mam, basta siya ang nakakita sa ako. kesa naman nang masakpan ko kay tungod sa mga estudyanteng sigeg tabi, skandalosa.
you: NGANONG DEFENSIVE MAN KAAYO KA?!
me: (controlling my temper with what she just said) i'm not being defensive. honest lang ko. dili defensive ang tawag ana. (while walking out) ...basa-basa pud ug dictionary ui!

sharing these with my friends, they are just laughing. they never expected that she could utter such word not even knowing what it means or why she's saying it.

we used to be in the same group but there's no spirit within it. it's so lame that your groupmate would plead "masakpan lang japon ka!" i don't know if i deserve to be in this group or she should be exiting this kind of manner and make me feel like i'm [art of the group. nagsalig siguro siya na kagrupo sila dati sa akong mga kagrupo karon, she would act superior like she's the boss. that's a BIG NO-NO to me. she can talk and yell if she wants to, but i would never allow her to say such things to me when she's describing herself.

honey, you're soooo boorish!!

**i wanted to post this thought after our OR duty but i just can't get hold of our computer :C

hooking up with hana yori dango

hana yori dango really means boys before flowers

i'm done reading the online manga "Hana Yori Dango" by Yoko Kamio (all good praises for this genius mangaka).

this is the sole reason why i haven't been updating my facebook, friendster, and my online diary--blog. i was facing this peecee for almost a week just reading the manga. but of course, i paid respect for the holy week so the pc was grounded for two days (and i'm so itching to turn it on during those days).

well it all started when i happen to read somebody's blog talking about "boys over flower" so i got curious and searched the manga then i just found myself sticking my eyeballs on the monitor.

well, i fell in love with the story, the characters (especially Doumyoji Tsukasa, leader of F4) and Japan (i wanna go there after dropping by HongKong and Macau 5 years from now).

who would expect a poor girl to study in such a high previleged school. well, makino tsukushi would survive in all the descriminations and hardships she may experience in that school. on the panel where tsukushi was started to be bullied, i glued myself in this seat. i got "kilig" when tsukasa realized he liked tsukushi and on the panels where they were about to kiss or just kissed. and love triangle are so typical but it is effective when it got in the way between these two lovers. there is hanazawa rui who thought to be in love with shizuka and eventually developed his feelings to makino tsukushi. kazuya also had his hidden desire to tsukushi. kin-san, the son of a politician liked makino, too. same goes to tsukasa's look-a-like (forgot his name, though). tsukushi really got an attitude that is unusual to these spoiled brats that made them like her. akira and sojirou were not serious with girls and good thing that did not fall for tsukushi, but they like her for a friend.
the girls in this story contributes a lot in tsukushi's life. yuuki, her bestfriend fell in love with a wrong guy and with sojirou. sakurako, the girl who was once in love with tsukasa when they were still in kinder and has became tsukushi's rival (but tsukushi did not took it seriously). shigeru, the girl who suddenly fell in love with tsukasa after being forced to be engaged with him. she evenually realized that they're not really for each other and helped tsukushi all along. those three mean girls in who were in the class with tsukushi, they didn't really helped her. tsubaki, tsukasa's sister, she's awesome. she beats tsukasa in front of the visitor's. she likes tsukushi for tsukasa and tried to protect her from their evil mum. kaede, tsukasa and tsubaki's evil mom (one of the villain ^^,). tama-san, the old maid who worked in the doumyoji household for 60 years and helped tsukushi in the ways she can.
tsukushi's family is great in some ways but most of the time, ANNOYING! papa and mama insisted her to study in eitoku no matter what. susume, tsukushi's lil annoying brother doesn't really annoyed me. he can be a passerby but tsukushi needs someone to help her add more problemin their house--- that is his role.

Tsukasa

i got head-over-heels on this phenomenal manga. i remembered my high school days when i'm helluvah gaga with its taiwanese version "Meteor Garden" (i even had a boyfriend who looked like Jerry Yan, the one who portrayed Dao Ming Si). it's not that i became so mean he's been a fad before... hahaha!---mean... (soooo nostalgic... high school days). well, i missed watching hana yori dango in gma cuz i'm Kapamilya. well, korean version would hit and smash the tv with "boys over flowers" and if only i could sacrifice my education for this, i would definitely do it (that's soo shallow). but i have great hopes that i would finish this series from start to end without missing an episode that is if there's no conflict on my schedules.

i took all the blame and scoldings when my cousins weren't able to put their hands on this pc because of me (tumaas rin singil ng davao light samin dahil dito). i monopolized it. i owned it for few days. i slept late and woke up late. i ate just 2-5 spoonful of my meals. i did not watch TV. i ignored the radio. i ignored facebook, friendster, and my blog. i barely text. my butt hurts from sitting 14 hours a day (of course i took a bath). however, i enjoyed my time reading this precious crap i was even copying/ writing some japanese characters... I HAD FUUUUNNN!!!

but i tell you, reading it first is always the best thing to do before watching it playing on screen.

i'm a chick-en

so sir tambis favored me to take shots during the baccalaureate mass of the hours-from-now graduates. i can take pictures of them from anywhere except it is a Holy Mass where solemnity should be observed. i was afraid that maybe one of the instructors or whoever powerful may reprimand me for taking pictures while the mass is going on. another thing is that the battery is low before they handed it to me. that may be a good excuse to get out of the scene and stay inside the clarion office to charge the battery and update this blog. *whew*

so what i am trying to say is that you can ask me to take pictures of any occasion... "'wag lang sa misa". i pay respect to the priest and to those people who are sincere during the mass. there are only few of them who listens to the Word of God. let's give them a chance.

*to those who can read this, hope you understand. ^.^

slumdog hang-over

SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE

This film just got me going gaga after watching it. I just can't get enough so I repeated it 10x since last week. Well, no wonder how those scratches got on that DVD (sorry jofer... -.-).

It won Best Picture in Academy Awards and other awards: best directing, music (song), music (score), film editing, sound mixing, cinematography, and writing (adapted screenplay).

It is about the struggle of an innocent and witty teenage player, Jammal (Dev Patel) who was accused of cheating in a popular game show. Just a question away to win the jackpot prize, the game was saved by the bell. Perplexed, the host and the investigators wondered how this slumdog had the right answers. You will know how as he started to tell the investigators about his life and how noteworthy were the questions to him.

Love, chances, struggles, determination—Jammal is ready to fight for his name, dignity, and Latika (Freida Pinto), the love he has found and lost.

A snapshot from the scene after Jammal had answered the final question.
And, yeah, they kissed afterwards. ^^,
(watch out for their dance number with the best music, Jai Ho)

Dev Patel. This gorgeous actor (in my opinion) from Bollywood gained recognition and hit the Hollywood with his starring role in the motion picture Slumdog Millionaire.

bye TAGGED

i just waved goodbye to TAGGED.
i called it quits... hehe...
they send me tons of e-mail,
i am not enjoying it...

suffrage for me...

"even cute little gummy bears have the right to vote"

i just registered myself for to have a voter's ID. this twenty-ten, i'm going to help to change the administration. however, arroyo's going to leave a problem to the next whoever-president. and it would be all up to him how he's going to make everything cheaper with higher quality.

she's coming clean

"no matter how virgin her moves are, she remains what she always is"

she is such a bitch. i loathe her for now. well, i always do but she's my friend and i also care for her. i sometimes get bossy... err, most of the time, i mean. that may be the reason why we don't get along sometimes. i just hate how her narrow mind thinks. laughs at the most senseless stuff. let's say his crush went inside the CR, she laughs. how pathetic.

bitch, can you just get hold of yourself. you come to us to seek for help and you don't listen. no doubt why others sometimes make fun of you, including me (^.^). you don't know what you're doing nor thinking. it would always be useless if you won't listen to our opinions. it would help you though.

but as of now, i loathe
loathing,loathing,loathing,loathing,loathing,loathing,loathing,loathing......

i'm a day-wrecking masochist!

give this day a 'HELL YEAH!!!' who could've thought i actually ruined my beau's day... he is supposed to eat at picobello with his groupmates after a 3-strenuous-days of duty in the hospital. i was, yes, invited by his groupmate-- the one who will treat them (and me). my boo told me to go inside, and i went in. out of the blue, i justfind myself walking outside by the sight of his groupmates making orders. i don't know what' has gotten into me. he went after me and asked what's wrong.. nothing seemed right to come out of my mouth...

nahihiya ako sa kanila eh, tawagin mo nalang si nuevo(the treater^^,)sya dapat magyaya sa kin. kasi nakakahiya naman kung ikaw yung nagyayaya sakin tapos di naman ikaw yung nagbabayad, yung ibang tao pa..."

i just realized nothing's wrong with me... maybe it's his fault. he just can't take the shame.. hmmm.. i was suddenly surprised when i saw him coming out from the resto with his back pack... we don't have to stay longer cuz i'm pretty tired with our conversation. and the look of his face is a cliche, i mean i know what he means "good,-you-just-ruined-my-day". as we walked along the road, he just made the most, probably the guiltiest (what's the difference?) girl ever walked the bonifacio street. with tears streaming down my cheeks, i tried to explain and tell him what he should have done... i bet he's stupid... but still i claimed it my fault. hurting myself is my ART... i just won the (look at the picture.. -.-)


whatever... i just accept pain... nothing can cure it except the one who caused.

i got something in my eye

it's not dust. nothing foreign got in it. every morning i always check myself in the mirror, dusting off my eye booger and stare at my ever mysterious eyes. something in it leaves me wondering every time somebody's praising my eyes, at school, with my friends, with the CI's, or even those i don't know. sometimes, i just wished i am as perfect as my eyes (i wish my body was). God is so good for giving me such an asset. i just realized i can be pretty at times when i don't want to. =D
but i admit that i am never photogenic, and so as my eyes.

liar!

you don't have to lie about your password.
your kinda make me lose my trust for you.
you said that you already forget her.
how can you,if you're still using her name for your protection?
it makes me sick just thinking of it...

right-est thing to do...

is to save my poems in this blog...
is to remember my username (moron!)
is to think straighter
is to study psychia
is to remain in my sanity despite of the "adncfhuioheruf" skeds.
is to sleep after this...

gudnytie!!!