post-2006

Before anything else, an observation: it's become a formula currently making "waves" in the movie industry, wherein, producers capitalize on the movie centering on the good guy - turned - bad guy thingy, and personally, i like watching movies where most of the supporting characters die or are killed of by the good guy - turned - bad guy. We've seen tons of movies that explore this aspect of the plot. Characters from these movies include Jean Grey, Anakin Skywalker, and..um...Jean Grey.....poop. So much for that.


WOoT woOT wOot WOot!!!!

In a few minutes, the new year will dawn on civilization (on my side of the world that is)..so..viola, consider this the ice cream and cake to the gastronomic delight that is 2006. ^_^

So.....

Why did i change my blog name? thetwistedigest seems a bit long for me, probably too long for that matter. And my blog isn't exactly a digest, is it? twstdd sounds more "chic". lol. Well, what's in a name after all?

To the blogmate/s that ...

were/was . I've removed you from my list because: a. i tried to open your blog, and the sight of fornication greeted me. b. you NEVER EVER EVER NEVER linked me (the brat that i am). c. the blog became a nonexistent link. So, there. No, i know you didn't intend for the blog to be replaced with a porn link (what the hell was that about anyway?; it happened to like two of my blogmates), so, i don't blame you. :)

are. I couldn't deny the fact that i haven't been that good of a blogmate. I rarely visited you in the past, so consider 2007 a time for me to get to know you guys better. To the few who have been a regular stop for me, i won't stop being a regular reader. :)

will be. then you'll fall under the "are", and will recieve the same treatment. provided you will not satisfy the criteria that classifies you as "were" or "was".

To 2006. what a ride!!! Now that the year is over, which means all things will just be remembered in retrospect, God has been really great (when was He/She not great?) and to sum it all up, well..words can't really express it all. ^_^.

to 2007 and...

the countdown to "Deathly Hallows": I can't wait!!!!!!!!!!!

graduation: the inevitable looms, and i can't stop it.

the prospect of a smaller waistline and over-all

weight loss:it has to happen. soon. even if i have to puke (joke!) or not eat(hmm....)..or puke. hahaha

college: look at it this way..at least i have an excuse to shop all over again. ^_^

the "mystery" of what will be in the next couple of days, weeks, months: embrace it.

yeah...

eMBracE iT. ^_^

Chronicle 2006!!!

look up! look up! LOL.

What would you get when you have a camera, moments to capture on digital imaging, and some spare time? A slideshow of course. ^_^ . Of course, this isn't just any slideshow. This IS the slideshow that documents 2006 in it's condensed form, filled with all the "happy" moments and whatnot. *bow down to the awesome might of Photo-stacking!!!*. wOot WoOt!!!

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behind these pictures is an odyssey worth treasuring.
*The penultimate to my last post for 2006.

a Holiday toast

Merry Christmas guys. Haha. It feels good to have a blog, well, to blog the euphoria you have during the holidays. I've been itching to write something beyond simple updates + pictures, you know, like the "human interest stories - slash - essays.. blah blah".

So, since we're drunk with jingle bells and Novellino, for the occasion, consider this my toast to the holidays..^_^

Every year, the place that i've called home since timely memorial has always been abuzz with yuletide activity. My Grandmother would prance around upholding how Chinese she is, wrapping Christmas gifts for her franchise dealers, piling up gifts (enough to make a makeshift fort). We would decorate the walls with trimmings et. al. Come Christmas day, people would flock to our house, eat, be merry, ask money, you know, that kind of stuff. A typical Christmas in a typical family.

When i was a little boy, i would position myself under the Christmas tree (i was tiny back in the day), and look for gifts addressed to me. I was obsessed with toys, toys and lots of toys. So i would bitch for more toys, and extort the love that my parents and my grandfather had for me. Haha. that kind of love meant the strength to get money from their wallets. my grandmother ressited my childish charm. The cycle went on every year, until two major things happened that "changed my life". We didn't put up a Christmas tree anymore. Then, my desire for X-Men and power rangers went away. Basically, I grew up. ^_^.

So, from that point on, I didn't believe in the Christmas tree anymore (I stopped believing in Santa earlier on). I didn't expect anything during the holidays, and whatever monetary gift they would give me, would go straight to my bank account. Then, there came the desire that i shared with most people my age: clothes and gadgets. ^_^

This started around the time when my parents bought me the first digicam (IXUS750), an ipod nano, and I went shopping on my own in Cebu, to buy what else? clothes. *refer to the previous post for some other things*. So, another typical Christmas filled with gifts. The kind of Christmas I liked. ^_^

But what made this yuletide season different? Simple. After 15 years, i finally gave them their first Christmas gift. Personalized plates and mugs. They were happy, and so was I. Giving feels good. It makes people happy. ^_^

So, the point of the post? Nothing much...maybe i share this sentiment with a lot of people out there when i say that I love my family, and they deserve to be happy this Christmas season. For once, that the happiness came from the reciever of the gifts, which, after a lot of years of taking and taking, finally did some giving.

Merry Christmas!

Christmas Wishes

Ahem Ahem..permit me to explicitly show how vain i am, just this once. Why? Because I can, and I said so. So there.

So, 'tis the season to indulge in materialistic things again!!!!

I finally got a Canon Digital IXUS 900Ti ! My dad surprised me with this when he got back from Cebu. But, like always, my mom paid for it.

I finally have Havaianas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *does the happy dance*

I am loved!! I am loved!! (pardon the irrational thinking, pagbigyan nalang, Xmas man.)

Kristal gave me Bob Ong during our Christmas party, Exactly what I wished for!! incidentally, Yana and I have the same gift. ^_^

She gave me a goldfish with two tails due for Kris Kringle. ^_^

My beloved seatmate Rea gave me freshly baked macaroons with raisins. Yum yum!

What I got during the party. Kudos to Robin for giving everyone an Erbie Fabian "item". lol.

they also gave me a pair of new Sketchers sneakers! (i'll post the picture later), and the X3 DVD.But, don't get me wrong, these are simply superficialities of what Christmas is about. These are not the determinants of a happy Christmas and a happy home. Luckily, I live in a very very happy home with people who love me since I'm an only child. But, in tune with the yuletide season, my incessant need for clothes and shoes must be upheld. I'm vain, live with it. ^_^

btw, i'm not sure if this is their indirect way of saying "Stay here in Zambo for college and we'll give you what you want". Or they just really love me. Haha, maybe both. I'm not sure. But I really love them no matter what.

Sa may QC: the after party

Ok, so where were we?

Oh yeah, Irwin theatre, blah blah, Shiveena, 3rd best speaker....blahblah.

The real fun happened after the event! After that, all the people staying at the UP Hotel were ferried back via the stupid bus that i ranted about earlier, in one of my previous posts. So, we were boarding, when we saw that there were no more seats left. Goody for us. Shivs, Shai, Camille, Tara and I stayed behind, with Padz and Ma'am Maggie. Most of the night was ours, so we strolled along the campus. It was a sight to see! Then, we stayed for a while outside the Gesu, the places i've been dying to see.

Shit, my camera went empty and i left my other battery at the hotel, so, we just sat and talked. Mitch, Shiv's former teammate, who's studying in AdMU met up with us. After the Gesu, we proceeded to the Jesuit Residence, were we had a little "party" c/o the Jesuit's kitchen staples (kutsinta and Iced tea). But before that, Padz gave us a guided tour around the area. It turns out they were commemorating the 10th death anniversary of Bro. Ritchie Fernando, a Jesuit-something (forgot what you call them at that stage)

>>>continued na!!!!!<<<<<

...yeah, and we saw the little statue of the image of the Lady in Cambodia. Think, those Thai statues with four arms and those inverted-cone shaped crowns, holding a child. :).

THE TITANIC!!!!

Yeah, the Jesuit residence's rooftop (as in the super roof) is called the Titanic. There, we had the BEST, PICTURESQUE view of the Loyola Heights area. The was filled with lights of different colors (haha, ignorante?!), and it illuminated the entirety of the place. It was breathtaking. the only downside to it all was my digicam was empty. Tars, you know my sorrow. It just shows that beauty can't be caught in a camera alone, it has to be savored. There, we munched on kutsinta (kinda reminded me of the Kimlyn's variety they sold near our place in Sta. Maria) and iced tea.

We talked and talked about every random thing. And it lasted for about two hours. Shai needed to go down barefoot since the heels were killing her! Padz's friend agreed to take us back to UP, but now without a sad goodbye from the group. "We'll see each other again", I heard him say. So, after tight hugs from Ma'am Maggie and Padz, we went back to UP.

The. Best. Experience. of. My. Life. I wouldn't trade this for the pair of havaianas from All Flip Flops, which, sadly, i didn't get to buy.

But still, the whole experience, from the "chance passenger thing" to the struggle to pull Shai's ATM card out of the ATM machine to the 2 AM taxi ride to bring Shivs to the airport (She thought we were going with her, but there was a last minute change of plans) to our own bogus,money-making taxi ride experience (c/o the taxi driver) which made us pass by Taguig just to go to NAIA to our own "fun" experience making heads or tails as to where we should check in was...to condense every little thing...

MIND-BOGGLING.

Juan

Happy Feastday to St. John Berchmans, S.J., our class's patron saint.

"John offered the type of the saint who performs ordinary actions with extraordinary perfection. In his purity, obedience, and admirable charity he resembled many religious, but he surpassed them all by his intense love for the rules of his order. "

"If I do not become a saint when I am young", he used to say "I shall never become one".

>>>>i have to get ready, our class will hear the mass at the Sacred Heart Chapel at 11 am. update on that later. (^_^)

Sa may QC: debate recap

After like a month of solitary confinement...i'm finally back. again. So, i'll skip the blah blah and i'll go straight to the point.


AdMu was great!!!!! the IISDC went well. Shivs and I (AdZU A) were the highest breaking provincial team, we broke at 3rd. For those of you who don't know what that means..after debating for seven rounds, at the break night (the night where they announce the teams that will move on to the octofinals), after Miriam and Xavier, we were the third team to break, out of 80+ British Parliamentary teams. This has been the highest rank that AdZU and possibly, Zamboanga, has ever reached. Weeeee!!!
Then, to the octos,and suprisingly, quarterfinals!!!!!! I was ecstatic!!!
Not bad for someone who just started debating last year. haha. Shivs was 3rd best speaker, beating more than a hundred debaters(woah). I was the 27th!!!! on my first national competition!!!


But, we didn't make it to semifinals, but at least we managed to have a day for shopping!!!!




Too bad i'm so beyond pokemon toys (that's treeko and sceptile). a gift shop @ glorietta

(L-R: Camille, Me, Padz (with his killer smile),Tara, Shai, Shivs (my teammate))
Background: Irwin Theatre, the night of the finals.



Ma'am Maggie and I. A petite woman with the heart of a saint (she's studying to be one btw)


early morning boredome. Shot at the UP Hotel lobby

more to come>>>>> "Sa may QC: the after party", "feast day-palooza" and "ipod moments: the countdown begins".

greek baby. greek.

Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock.....

I thought i would never survive, but i did. Finally, the 1st semester is over..and i have a little time to myself (regain the jovial youthfulness and the soul that the grueling nights of studying has sucked from my insides). But the UST and ADZU application forms worry me. I still didn't get my transript and the girl from the registrar told me that i could get them by tuesday!!!! gahhddd!!!! i have to go to the main library to do some research work!!! and i have to finish my practical arts program by the end of the week!!! I'll be leaving for Manila the day before the second semester, we'll have a debate competition in AdMU, the Inquirer 2bU! debate competition...So, basically, i'll have to budget my time into these little pockets of work, sleep, eat, work, sleep, work...and a little debate on the side.


**Greekfest Pictures. the best presentation evurrr!!!!, haha.*

our night sky..we made that when we had an overnight at Yana's house.

MJ as Aries...he won best in costume, and he got a smelly wreath made of ferns. As if they can mimic the olive vines the Greeks use. haha.

the 4 A's abode: Artemis, Athena, Apollo, Aries.

Aphrodite, doing somebody's hair. the hell!!!!

Mnemosyne (Roxanne), and Phoebe (Anne)

Hera and her nymph. Yana and Justine. :)

Marko, the overall head. The overall head for the props (ehem ehem), taking the picture.

the nymphs

the OLYMPIANS..

bow down before the 13 TITANS.

i guess that's all for now. don't mind me holding my handkerchief. stupid.unphotogenic.me. haha.

Snapshots V.1.

As promised, here are the pictures from our Filipino presentation of the piece "Ang Bungo".

the other group during the Filipino presentation...

My beloved best friend Ivy...scary much?

Now, for our group....

After the hysteria...

The pictures of the Greekfest...some other time..like tomorrow. :)

random spits. dedicated to the hobby i miss the most: blogging

Give me a reason to shoot myself. No, scratch that, i probably have more reasons than you could think of. Let me start off by saying I MISSED POSTING!!!!!!!

for a moment there, it felt like my blogging identity has been fading away, every stupid time i felt like blogging but can't due to the constant nagging that my schizo self blurts out. Scratch that, the naggings are called FREUD SLIPS...haha..the things you learn in morality.

How's life? Let's just say every evil thing in this world has been condensed into this 50 - minute timeframe called Composition 4, Physics, and all the evil subjects i'm forced to attend. Let's just say that all the evil English teachers in the world have been condensed into this old, forgotten, and varicose vein riddled old lady who never stops giving us 40 item quizzes....isumpa ka betch.

On the brighter side of things.....

Our moderator, Sir Monty and the rest of us jogged along the Lunzuran road. Haha, i was really tired and sweaty from all that jogging but it was worth every pant. I actually felt that i lost a few inches...lol.

The last time i went to a check up, my mass (weight is actually your mass * 9.8 m/s squared) was around **-ish...but when i went to have my check up at the school clinic, it went up to like 7 kilos!!!! crap!!!!!!!!! I swear, the machine's broke!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What else....?

Ooh, I've been cursed to endure two days of consecutive third places in the talumpatian and extemporaneous speaking contest,respectively, with the latter being today. ***I could expound on the rationale of this later***

Our class (and the rest of the senior classes) celebrated the "Ancient Culture Festival". Our diorama was about "The Olympians and the Titans". It was uber-cool! Fr. Bill even asked the class to restage it! And really, with respect to our class, and my pride and dignity as the Head for Props, we were the best. No questions asked. Haha. We even heard it straight from the horse's mouth, that if it were a contest, the grandslam victory would go to us. haha. beat that. Braggy much? haha. *****more pictures later! you shouldn't miss it!****

Then, Our group for the Filipino Sabayang-pagbigkas got a 98(the highest)! So, at least the sweat and grime were worth it....The title? "Ang Bungo" and the banner pic was taken after we performed. hihi

Now, since the periodical exams are next week, then most of my days during the semestral break will be devoted to research work (considering that the library, WHICH HAS ALL MY BOOKS, will be closed during that time), I'm really gonna go crazy

in a matter of months, i'm really not sure if i'm going to survive....everything's killing me. everything that i've experienced now assured me that my school life right now isn't always hell made humanly possible...but a mix of the good and the bad.

if you are reading this line, this probably means that you've read the whole thing..so THANK YOU...

it feels good to blog again.

My absense from the world was really due to the work load being piled up. For the record, i was on a forced hiatus.

breaking the silence...

If you're
READING this, then

CONGRATULATIONS,you

care!!!!!


posted out of boredom.

Why I never send...

Group Messages

Ever since Globe launched the "unlimited text service" to it's users, the hysteria spread like wild fire. The hype has been assimilated into today's "Pop-culture-kuno" as part of most people's day to day habits. The GM's (group messages) have taken over the ordinary Filipino teen's social life, which prompted me to label these messages as an extension of their social life.

Everyday, my clasmates fill me inboxes with their GM's, starting from their hi's and hello's, to more personal messages directed towards a specific person. But, I can't help but be all "giddy" inside when I'm being mentioned in their messages. Now, more than ever, my friends beef up their finger muscles to *hold on, may message ako.....shet, text messages full na* text my Globe classmates (out of 50 students, 47 are practically active Globe users, including me), and update....greet..and smile. Some even hold contests and send 'virtual food' through text. It's fun, really. (no sarcasm)

But, being the guy I know I am and am not, I don't see the significance with the text marathons they make. It's not that I don't appreciate the 'joy' my classmates send through text, but, what'll I GM about????? Oh well, leave the cooking to the cooks and the GM's to the 'happy people' i suppose.

Sige lang, balang araw (sana bago graduation), mag-GM din ako...tignan niyo lang.... It'll be fun to do something you never did throughout the course of your pitiful life...and wear a smile while doing it.

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We had fun today....^_^.

"So keys me....sokeysme...sukismi. "- Alyssa Alano

I'm sorry I haven't posted my love letter yet..tinatamad....

Did i answer my question?----oh well, I'm going nuts anyway.

Happy Birthday Mama Mary!!!!!!!!!!

Joyride

Ooohh..it has been a while since i last updated! haha. It's been at least a week and a half since our periodical exams ended!!! hmm...not that excited though.

Our org, the YCLC had a recollection today. It was cool, and i got to fumble with the camera, practicing how much of a sucky freelance photographer i am.

Ma'am Caponpon, our club moderator. She'll be getting married in December. hh. :)

All the AVR's here are full of videos from Jesuit Communications. We're always watching them during these times.

After the recollection, we attended mass at the Sacred Heart Chapel. Afterwards, my classmates and I decided to watch a movie. Movies were particularly crappy these couple of weeks so they decided to watch "You are the one" at the mall 30 - 40 meters away.

We had a free ride though! courtesy of our classmate, Joan! thanks Jo! The joyride was great, even if it lasted only for a couple of minutes.

The movie was a great kilig movie though. The irony: i hate kilig. :)

After the movie, we bought coffee from the nearby Coffeemix booth. The ice caramelli was delicious!

Masarap ulitin!!!! The day was great. Until the next movie date! (Mortuary!!!!). Now back to reality...while typing this, i still have to do my trigo assignment, study for a long quiz on trigo and composition. And, make an erotic love letter (scenario:imagine writing it before your honeymoon) for literature, and i have to get my inspiration from the Songs of Solomon in the Bible, especially Chapter 6. Really really passionate/erotic. Who knew?

i'll be posting my love letter asap. keep posted. lol.

Resurrection (never!!!!)

I'm so annoyed right now. Really, I can't think straight.

I don't know how to spell. I dont know how to spell.

So, a few minutes ago (before i rushed to the toilet ^_^), I was minding my own business, browsing through my friendster page, looking at the hapless people who post really embarassing and annoying stuff in their so called "blogs", I noticed a new testimonial. An old grade school classmate (pre-school, now that you think about it) gave me a testi. And what *I can't find the specific word* me was the fact that the person addressed me by my disowned nickname. Really, when i fill up application forms, i dont write *expletive*, but simply, Gio. I've abandoned that name since the day i realized that it was annoying to the ears. And what really annoyed me (THAT'S THE WORD!!!) was the fact that it kind of resurrected the animosity i had with my old school. I hated my grade school. It made me feel uncomfortable, unwanted, and most of all, annoyed. It was the typical school full of fame-ignorant people who, after graduation, leave, wishing for a grand reunion of "chums" when the time is right. I don't want a reunion...I have a life now!!!!

And the other thing is I've changed. I'm not the person who has the annoying voice, who makes awkward mistakes. I'm ME, for the first time in my life, I've found my identity..an identity which no mediocre grade school can teach me. I am neither the most cheerful person in the world, nor the most emo-ish. But in a larger sense, when those people say "I hope you stay the same" over and over, i'm sorry to burst your bubble, but I have changed. I'm riding the waves of the NOW, not the YESTERDAY nor the TOMORROW. Don't bring back the old me. He died as soon as he learned that there was a life beyond autographs and ignorance after all.

*Don't get me wrong. I could never deny the fact that i never regretted attending that school. Up until my third grade, I was happy. Really happy. And I'm not angry at my old classmate. It's good to get in touch with people who sat with you during recess and fought for the right to use the burnt sienna (the first complicated color I could pronounce) crayon. ^_^

"hell made humanly tangible"

Yeah, I know that in the lives of students who ignorantly go through life full of squashed, mangled, pummled and sauteed dreams, there are weeks you can classify as "hell made humanly tangible". As for me, I have 7 - 8 months of that crapfest. Seriously!!!!!!!! Yesterday, I had a cough, then it led to "me not having to talk". Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttttt! Really, the sensation feels like somone's choking you to death, one pathetic word at a time. And this was the week where we tallied and counted the votes for our student government. Esshh, late nights, groggy mornings. F***.

On a sweet (and sour) note, I'm already the vice-president of three organizations (our Debate varsity,YCLC (Youth Christian Life Community) and ITS (formerly Computer Club)). But I knew from the start that pain comes with the territory...so get ready for my up to date ramblings (kisha!!!!!).

And that's not all, I have a commercial project to shoot, three papers to make, two long exams to study for Monday (Morality and free-fall) and of course, a party to attend tomorrow. Regarding the UPCAT......*no comment*

but at least there's a consolation. :)

Human interest stories, among other things.

Happy Birthday Mom, I love you. :)

I haven't even wrote a single thing on my ACET from, and the deadline's near. And to top things off, the UPCAT'll be next week! ffffffffffffff.....!

Now...on to the real cheese.....

To make up for the weeks of not posting anything new, I'll just have to fill you in with my "human interest stories" which I thought about for days.

For those of you who've already seen Sukob, well, good for you. :)

Why do most people insist on conjugating an -h or -z etc. after say, "ko"? Like, I've seen a lot of friendster accounts with things like "hellow poh!!!! add moh poh ako, ha? sige, take carez poh! mwah!"...hahaha..Am I shallow????...it just plays with my curiosity sometimes. Well, not that I find anything wrong with that nor is that a public offense.lol. Everything's just so..*insert any adjective here*.

Next off, Why do aging (old) English teachers insist on wearing skirts that show off their legs? Okay, am I shallow again???? Well, maybe you can't really blame them for knowing that they aren't the Manilyn Monroe of the season...But do they have to be the Tina Turner?? again, it's just an observation. No offense.

Lastly, Why does it feel like you don't have enough time do nothing???? yes, the irony in it all. You can feel the clock closing in on you, giving you the "look". Making you feel guilty, making you feel bad. Then, claustrophobia sinks in......

I'm doomed.

"I don't know why we put things off, but if I had to guess, I'd have to say it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure, fear of rejection, sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you're wrong? What if you're making a mistake you can't undo? The early bird catches the worm. A stitch in time saves nine. He who hesitates is lost. We can't pretend we hadn't been told. We've all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day. Still sometimes we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until we can't anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin really meant. That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying. "

I love Meredith's quotes.:)

the fly, the bus and the queird

I have about a minute to type this because i'll be riding the waves of montony soon (read:homework).

Well, I deleted my previous post because I figured out that I've had enough of sadness for one day, so...

to quote our physics teacher, when the bus moves and there's a fly inside the bus, the fly won't be pushed to the end of the bus, it'll stay where it is. motion is relative. remember that. by relativity we mean, we judge something by a view or perspective. to us, riding in a bus and just staring at the floor, we won't feel the movement. but if you look out the window, and see the swooshing of the trees and houses, then congratulations, you can see. and the bus is moving.

so...in lit class, our teacher said to be human means living, not existing. by that we mean, you feel, you give meaning and you savor every idiosyncratic thing that you do, from spitting to shaking your butt. note: having your own idiosyncrasies makes you unique, not weird..plus, we humans are QUEIRD (a contraction of queer and weird).

so...i'm really not going to waste my life just looking at floor of the bus, and find nothing passionate and splendored about brushing your teeth.

and it took me fifteen minutes to write this...that's a start.

Inside my head

Have you ever felt that all the crap in you head doesn't make sense? Or, you feel you have a lot of questions, but don't know what they are? Or, images that don't make sense are put in fast forward and are constantly being played over and over in your head? Yung tipong, hindi ka mapakali, tapos hindi ka makatulog. Feel mo talaga, mayroon kang nakalimutan, o naalala, pero, hindi mo alam kung ano yun.

Lately, I've been suffering from that kind of torture.

For those who haven't heard, the ADZU HS will open it's doors to the new school year, tomorrow. Meaning, up until now, we've been stuck in an monotonous summer, where nothing goes, and you bore your ass off. Yeah, you might say we're lucky, but no, IT'S BORING AT HOME!!!!!!!!!

so much for that.

Anyway, you might say I'm "eager" to go back to school. But recently, that "eagerness" has turned into "anxiety"...omg, "eager to go back to school" is just a sad sentence...

Yes, I'm pathetic. I admit that. Basically, this entry has no "patutunguhan" (I've temporarily lost the ability to string together english words).

Basically, I believe that my "hindi mapakali syndrome" will be remedied by schoolwork. And I hope I'll find the answers to my questions (when I know what my questions are).

A lot of stuff's stirring inside my head. Ang gulo talaga.

So, moving on......

I'm at a loss whether I should replace B.S. Speech Pathology with another course for UPM. Obviously, UPM's my first choice, with Nursing and Speech Pathology. My second choice is UPD with European Languages and Family Life and Child Development. My classmates somehow discouraged me to choose Speech Pathology because it demands patience, and that isn't in my vocabulary.

My already large protruding tummy has gained the upper hand and now, it resembles a volleyball. But I've realized that it's ok because I'm not the only one who's gained weight. Take that Britney Spears.

I have to pay P500 before I could get an ADMU application from. Obviously, pang-mayaman talaga.

My yaya is back from touring Manila, including Baguio and Subic. At least now I don't have to eat rice that's burnt and at the same time has the consistency of lugaw.

Anyway, tomorrow will be the beginning of the end for me. We'll be graduating in a few short months. So sad. So sad.....

the big 50

"If I remember it correctly, my childhood, the memories I have with me ever since I could remember, were spent in the loving arms of my grandparents. I guess, I could say that a big part of my childhood consisted of me spending time with my grandparents. Grandpa would make me wear his ten gallon hats he got from Texas, drive me around town and take pictures of me. I would always remember Grandma as the very energetic Avon lady, and still, has time to scold me for going inside the house with muddy feet. My grandma is very particular about the cleanliness of the house, and she would always flinch when she saw how messy the house looked. Grandpa used to buy me toys when my parents said no. and I would always go with him to the department store, and pick out the toy that I wanted. During the Christmas seasons, the living room would always be full of gifts that grandma and her secretaries would wrap for her f.d.’s. Those were the things that come to mind whenever I thought of my grandparents. My childhood would never be the same without them. both of them, showered the family with so much love and care that on my part, I really didn’t think I deserved it all. Being religious, it was not a habit but already a lifestyle for them to attend mass every morning. So, I’m taking this opportunity to thank both of you, for being the loving grandparents that you are. Being supportive, being a good role model for me. Thank you, for striving so hard to earn a living, and in the end, giving your family a bright future. Sometimes I even wonder how you did it. It’s like nothing is impossible for you two. And so, every new year, when you count down the years, months, weeks and days, at last, we’re finally going to celebrate this day. A testament to the love you kept alive in your hearts. Without a doubt, when God decided to bring you two together, He didn’t think of anyone else better. Just remember that age is only a number, you can be 80, but that won’t stop you from living life to the fullest. Both of you deserve this day. We love you. Here’s to the next fifty years."


...My maternal grandparent's celebrated their golden wedding anniversary last Saturday, June 3, 2006. This was the speech I made for them. I never got to read this, I lost the hardcopy at the reception, and I had to make a new one from scratch, since, I forgot it's contents. And I guess, they liked my new speech even better.

...The wedding was really beautiful...and the reception was so grand. I really don't know how to describe it properly! My grandfather's relatives came from Canada and they were the ones obsessed with ballroom dancing, so when the dancing started, they danced the night away. This was taken when they arrived at our house.

...My grandparents have four children, two of them are already nurses in Texas, and they kind of persuaded me to take Nursing as my course in college, and I guess they were right. Nursing really sounds good right now ( according to them). The other two, my mom and uncle, are here in Zamboanga right now (they have no intention of going emigrating).

...We had t-shirts!

After all the planning, everything was worth it...everything was just so perfect.

aww....

the cake

doh!

first things first, a happy birthday to giselle , she's celebrating her birthday today. Happy Birthday! :)

Next, to Taylor Hicks, okay, you win. Whoopee....

To the MTRCB, we watched the Da Vinci Code and we're below eighteen. Tough cookie you deluded hypocrties.

Then, yesterday was the first time that I enrolled myself without any adult supervision. Although I wish I had my mom with me because, apparently, the hypocrites at the finance office didn't count the payment for the books in the amount you have to pay for the whole year, which, without the books, can still make your wallets bulge like you've never seen it before.

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This revelation happened two days ago.

As soon as there's a power interruption, I turn to a vegetable. While watching Pokemon, the lights go out, first I curse, then I do nothing. Usually, you can find me lying down in my bed, in complete silence, hugging my pillow, and of course, doing nothing. Or, I call the electric company and ask them what time will the power resume, and usually, I get answers of the usual "isang oras nalang", "sandali nalang" or "mamayang alas-diyes pa". I've been doing that for the past 11 years (or as soon as I learned how to use the telephone).

Call me a "light-person". Or maybe even an appliance. At home, you'll only find my worth when there's electricity. I can only be a human being when the t.v. is on, the aircon is blasted to full swing and of course, if there's an internet connection. Basically, I really don't have a clue on what to do when there's no electricity. I mean, my teenage existence is rooted on watching American Idol, surfing the net, and living when there's light around. It's not my style to just personify the couch potato and just sit there. I guess, I just thrive in the light. I think I'm some kind of electric vampire-slash-t.v. and pc addict (emphasize the addict part).

Summary/Conclusion: After 15 years, it occured to me that, I DON'T HAVE A LIFE, AND I REALLY REALLY REALLY SHOULD GET ONE.