Live and loud.

Yeah, here I am, back to being bland. Lately, I've been having this weird sensation. I can't explain it myself, so I won't bother putting it into words here because you wouldn't understand, anyway. This template is a kind of resting place for me, and for all my unrequited creativity these past weeks. Maybe I should stop logging on to the internet for a while, and interact with what's real more. Yeah, I will do that.

[blogger in dormant state]

When I come back, I'll be vibrant, alive, and actually "feeling" once again, like the old Dyl, the highschool Dyl. I didn't acknowledge it at first, but college really did something within me, changed something in me. Let me get to that, and I'll share it to you when I blog again. Peace.

"It's a long, long journey, till I find my way home to You.."

I open at the close.

We often take things around us for granted, in search for more brilliant, more beautiful, more worthy things. We look at the faraway stars, we search the depths of the seas, we traverse high mountains in order to get a glimpse of what natural beauty is. But after having dealt with microscopes for more than a year now, I realized that there's this whole new microscopic world [waiting] to be seen that's also full of mystery and glory. Yes, the physical strains that comes with climbing mountains and diving deep oceans may not be equal to trying to see the few inches of the eyepiece of the microscope with your two eyes open, but it's sacrifice, nevertheless. And the fruits of your that? Beautiful, simply beautiful.



Even though I still have to get the hang of memorizing all the phyla and genus that comes with these beautiful creatures, the greatness that comes with just their being there makes me wonder about the other beautiful things that God has in store for us to see.

It is better to wash hands than money.

Warning: Everything in this post is going to be totally random, so prepare.

on shortcomings.

Wikipedia is so wicked. I can't get my taxonomic classifications right! And to think that for the past years, I have always thought of it as a gem, a precious site to those lazy hands and eyes who find searching the Internet for something as complex as the taxonomic classification of Saprolegnia too tiring. Unfortunately for me, and for the other students I guess, the library, my alternative to the Internet (and the reason why I go to the Internet for more info) lacks new books and REAL references to "old" topics such as microbiology or mycology (study of fungi). Instead, as I have noticed, it's full to the brim of books on health care, nursing, and the lot. It's just not fair. I know nursing is the "in-demand" course right now, but would it be too much if we ask from them a small amount of attention on the quality and quantity of real books available to us, non-BSN students?

on debate, and the urge to trust myself.

we just started meeting up for debate last Friday. I was, as usual, nervous over the thought of having to open up my mind again and "expand my horizons". You see, I believe I'm not much of an open-minded person, and unfortunately, Ate Beth wants us, no, demands of us debaters to "explore our minds, open our eyes to issues around us, and to just think expansively, exhaustively". Ouch. And to top all that off, I still don't have enough confidence to actually believe that I can do all this debate stuff. I can't see for myself what the others, like Ate Beth and Ate Jessa and Kuya Scott (who voted for me twice as best speaker :l) see in me. And unless I believe that I am good, I can never be good enough. I guess it's because the real me that I know doesn't have organized thoughts. The real me doesn't know a lot about politics, international issues and all that mumbo-jumbo. And even though the real me has "pondering the meaning and reason behind a lot of things" as a past time (honestly, I do that!), I can't find a way to "think expansively, exhaustively" when I'm under pressure. Goodness me. Nakakaloka.

on birthdays and eulogies.

This evening turned out to be quite ironic. I was looking around stuff over the internet, when my mother came and asked me tune in to preacherinbluejeans.ph , a sort of online show by Bo Sanchez. It turns out that Bo 's father, Bro. Gene, died already, and today's episode covered his father's burial. As I watched along with my mom, the words of Bro. Gene's family in their respective eulogies resounded within me. And once again, I brought myself into thinking about the issue of dying. I can't express much about this topic, though I think a lot about it, and honestly, i find myself in tears whenever this subject is brought up. It's just sad to think that we humans live as though we never die, and die as though we never lived.

on the other hand, a few hours later, I turned on the tv and found myself watching John and Shirley while washing the dishes. Turns out that Dolphy and Susan Roces were celebrating their respective birthdays on air. Everything was jovial, to the production numbers to the greetings and to the pompous guests who greeted them with much gusto. I mean, who wouldnt? They're already pillars of the business, and it's now kind of a prerequisite for newbies to mingle with them so as to rub some of their fame off them). This celebration reminded me of the burial scenes i saw earlier, and I couldn't help but compare and contrast the happy faces in the birthday celebration to the sallow and grieving ones in the burial, the big birthday cake to the hard and cold cement that surrounded the casket. And I believe that's what lies in store for us all. We are born, we walk our first steps, we dance in prom night, we suffer minor and major injuries, we love, we hurt, and then we die. What would be scary, though, is to have died and not loved and cared truly, to have not expressed yourself thoroughly. Because in the end, it all comes down to one thing: people will always be remembered not by their grand acts, but by the small ways in which they expressed their love.

Flames to dust, lovers to friends, why do all good things come to an end.

*the title above was my warm up piece for last Friday's debate session. we were asked to talk about anything regarding the thing said on the paper. I talked nonsense, I really did. Which further proves my point that I am incapable of doing this debate stuff. Urgh!!! It's killing me, that's what it's doing.

Ito! ITO YUN!

Nagdadalaga.

Days to go and it's July 2 once again! Time does flies by so fast, doesn't it? And I don't feel a year older yet, just, well, aged. haha! Anyway, here's my annual list of WANTS for this year's "deybyu". This list is particularly for me, really, because since I'm not that rich enough to buy all my wants, I'm just going to post them here just to get them off my chest.

1. Who We Are. Lifehouse's latest cd! Aaaw, unfortunately, Iligan and CDO music stores don't carry Lifehouse cds, so me just have to pirate. Aye, mate!

2. Sony Ericsson K800i. Can't get enough of this phone! I think this one was also in my previous list, which means, basically, I still didn't have enough molah over the past year. Tsktsk.

3. A two-way ticket around the world. Is that too much to ask? I want to savor different sights, sounds, adventures! haha! I even ventured into the thought of not marrying for the sake of being able to travel and see and experience the world, and honestly, it's not such a bad idea. Hmm. that would have to be done after I finish my Med studies (which I really intend to finish!),after a worthwhile professional experience as an MD, after my long-time dream to study journalism and/or creative writing and/or mass communication out of the country, and after I save enough for that uber expensive two-way ticket! My dreams seem too kindergarten-y in its being so idealistic, ayt? well, as much as possible, I would like to keep all of it, thank you very much.

4. Bianca Gonzalez in person. haha! some people say we look very much alike, and she's one of the few showbiz persons who I admire and deeply respect. So meeting her and talking to her would be a fan's dream + intellectual/spiritual overload!

5. World peace! And the optimism to accept the fact that there is, really, a chance the world could be peaceful.

HAVE ME A HAPPY BIRTHDAY! ;D

Ewan.

I feel this way sometimes....




blame it on fickleness.

First Day High... Bukas.

I wanted to use the recent Rexona tagline, but figured it wouldn't do much good on my image. "Sistah fun"? haha! Anyway, may magkakabalikan! Me and schoolwork are officially on again tomorrow. I have been in a "cool-off" period with this lovable sweetheart for what, like, two months, and I guess I really missed her a lot for the past 61 days. So, bloom to the fullest, all ye roses! Bake a cake! Ready your chocos! I'm winning his heart again! Oh, I already won his heart na pala. I just need to woo him into not failing me and breaking off with me with a 3 or a 5 for a grade after 5 months. So, gotta sleep now, I've got a date tomorrow. A 930 date.

Oh! By the way, highway, did I mention my uber cool schedule?? haha! Only 2 730 classes for the whole week. No Saturdays and only PE on Wednesday. Only 2 630 in the afternoon, which means I can go home early... not! But on the downside, I do have Thursday, which we (my blockmates and I) call Arrozcaldo Day. Why? Well, we have 900-1030, 1100-100, then 100-430. What, repeat that again? 900-1030, 1100-100, then 100-430. 900-1030, 1100-100, then 100-430. Which means no time for lunch! Arrozcaldo in CBA, to the rescue! Or the pater. Or the meat bread. Ah basta! We Filipinos are known for our creativity and sense of resourcefulness in whatever the situation. So kung kaya ng Pinoy, at kaya din ng Pinay, edi ipagawa sa kanila! Just joking. Let's do this!
Eshtudyanti wans mor! Once a shytudent, always a shtyudent.

SUBIC!!

Masaya. Malungkot, pagkatapos, kasi magkakahiwalay na naman kami, mga taga-region 10. Matagal-tagal pa, bago kami muling magkikita-kita...

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SUBIC!!

Masaya. Malungkot, pagkatapos, kasi magkakahiwalay na naman kami, mga taga-region 10. Matagal-tagal pa, bago kami muling magkikita-kita...

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Aba, at nagsalita ako bigla...

Here I am, stuck in this hot, eerily quiet house. Text messages from highschool friends reach my phone, inviting me to go to school, to a birthday, to a funeral,or to a get-together. After reading the messages, this is what I do a) I contemplate for a while whether to go or not, but due to the scorching weather, which permits me to space out most of the time, I decide not to go b) I actually decide to go, but then my mother doesn't allow me to c) I actually decide to go, but then I back out when asking-mom-permission time comes because I really don't feel like going, deep down.

Now you may be thinking, "Boohoo!! Dyl doesn't care for Rho anymore!! she *beep* hates the section!! she already forgot our shared walay-limtanay-after-15-years quotes, our deep and loving friendship!! boohoo!". Well, you're partly right. No, make that 3/4ths right. Because most of the time, in this hot, eerily quiet house, I think about all the lonely times I had when I was (no, I still am) all alone in my struggle to make new friends in a course and in a department
where no soul of an IDS batchmate could be found. I reminisce all those happy IDs moments, wondering "Will they ever happen again?" and then wallow myself in loneliness, sometimes hating highschool friends because they abandoned me when I most needed them. blah blah blah. As they say, Satan works overtime in the midst of a person's idleness.

But then, even if you're 3/4ths right, all the time, the 1/4th part that is what's left of my teenager emotions still prevail. And you know what that comprises? It's full of those scarce text messages saying "miss na tamo, Rho!" or "dyl? ok ra ka?" from people you never thought would text you like that, it's brimming of those moments when batchmates just meet in the college hallway, sit down in the lounge, and chat away, and lastly, of times when you just laugh, eat, play
cards, watch movies and space out TOGETHER without even planning it. My point is, no matter how blank and uncaring the Rho people may be, no matter how uncooperative they are during get-togethers (take it from me and from the ones who ALWAYS get to arrange these
"kita-kita"), Rho people are still Rho people are still Rho people.

IT'S THE MOMENTS WHEN WE ARE TOGETHER THAT COUNTS, NOT THE NUMBER OF
TIMES THAT WE ARE TOGETHER.

And being the Rho people that they are, I bet some are really busy, some have other priorities in mind, while some, like me, just decide not to be felt and heard by the others because of laziness (and lack of financial back-up). But nevertheless, being the Rho people that I
know, I believe the friendship will never head to oblivion. It's just jamming around, somewhere.

P.S. This is originally my reply to the Rho Ravens Yahoogroups site, but since i felt good after reading it again, I'm posting it here. It's just once in a blue moon that I write something like this that makes sense, teehee.. ^_^

Wish ko lang

Wishes. Everybody loves to wish about something. Recently, I found myself thinking about simple things that I would want to do. Simple things that are, of course, doable, but for the moment is seemingly impossible to happen because of present rules and unspoken laws that are, well, present.

1. I want to do a headstand! (I told you these things are simple) I've seen lots of cheerdancers from our highschool do it, and I want to do it myself! Even though it seems to make you dizzy and light-headed afterwards, I believe that when you do it, it's like you're Atlas for a moment, like you're carrying the world. Have you taken a picture of someone doing a headstand? Take one, invert it, and you'll see that he looks like he's carrying the floor, the ground, the Earth! It sounds silly, I know, but I think to feel that way, to feel like you're carrying the weight of everything on your hands, even just for a few seconds, feels ethereal. (I guess that's why headstanders feel dizzy afterwards, because of the mind-blowing task of holding the Earth in their hands that they do)

2. I want to eat ice cream under the rain. i have never tried that! And it's crazy, it ups my lunacy points by half, so i guess it's a nice thing to do.

3. I want to be pimple-free for a month. Haha!! All in the name of vanity. And ok, for cleanliness's sake. But since life doesn't really guarantee anyone that long a period, I guess I would be so happy to be absolutely "tigyawat"-free for a day. Not one, greasy, red dot on my face. And add straight flyawat-free hair, for good measure, and I'd be as happy as :D

4. Go underwater diving. I don't mean snorkeling, I mean hard core, deep sea diving! Isn't it great? To see the mystical beauty of the world down below, to feel the calm and the silence of the deep. And if ever, by chance, I would love to sight cetaceans! Any cetacean, as long as they don't eat me up after I take a good look at them.

5. Go to outer space! But since it's really far-fetched (and since i wished only "simple" things), I think I would love to settle for a telescope. Someday, I'm gonna own one! I promise myself that. But for now, I'd just have to settle for star-gazing at out terrace, shielding my eyes from the street lamp while looking for my birth constellation. :)

6. Be able to witness a makahiya plant open up after it has closed its leaves up. Yes, almost everyone has seen the Mimosa pudica close up, and I, for one, know the exact reason why and how it closes up that fast (I"m a biology student, beybeh!) but has anyone seen the species actually open up? Only a few, perhaps. Only a trickle of people who patiently wait for it to reveal it's shy beauty again. And I want to be one of those few people. I want to be able to patiently wait for beauty to show up, to uncurl from its prison and reveal its radiance once again.

7. Amanpulo. I want Amanpulo to happen to me. For me, Amanpulo is not jus t a place, but an event, something that will happen that would deeply resemble paradise. And I call it Amanpulo, because it is my paradise. And I want my paradise to happen to me.

So that's it! 7 mundane but simple things that I wish I could do before... er... before things go out of control. Ok, fine. Things I want to do before I die (there!). Things i really intend to do, anytime soon. And I know these will happen, because I wished these things upon a star. And what does the song say about doing so?

When you wish upon a star
it makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires will come to you
If your heart is in your dreams
no request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star as dreamers do.

Heaven!

Because of Grey's Anatomy, Prisonbreak, Cadbury and Ferrero Rocher! Woohoo! I love not having to go to school, I love having tv series marathons , and I love chocolate! Choco-loco to the max! eh yun yun eh, masarap ang bawal ;)

hey zexy! hmm.. i envy those eyes! so sexy, so stubborn, yet cool and kind of snobbish and smart at the same time! go slutty intern! haha.. this show has lots of witty quotes, hail Shonda Rhimes (lol, i wrote Rhonda Shimes so many times!) for thinking about something as cool as this..



and for some action stuff.. hmmph, i've said it once and i'm not gonna say it again, he is hot, smart and cool all at once! hot and cool, at once, pano yun?? haha, just watch the series so that you'd know.. :p

anyway, highway..

we had fun last Apr14 in Timoga for the Rho-Tau summer event (what?) too bad some couldn't make it..

good thing i didn't get lock-jaw.. or something worse..!

and of course.. of course.. i couldn't get away from anything without [first] being stupid.. nyahaha! i can still remember the laughter everyone had while they were looking at me being basted with water from the nearby pool..did i really look that stupid??

as an afterthought, i remember someone (was it Johann or Clergy or Jepoy?) telling me that Holiday pool is really dirty, because the water from the kiddie pools from above just continure flowing down until it reaches the last pool, so in short, all the pools kind of share the same water.. yikes! and look at me, wallowing in that water fall like it's clean and pure or something.. yuck.

Storm

I don't know why, but these days I feel like drowning. I don't know why. It's like, everytime I do something to and for other people, I end up feeling down, sad, lonely. Like being thrown into a 16-ft pool and the more you splash your limbs around, the more you drown. I feel so cold, like no one cares, or no one loves me, Except of course, God. I have never even considered Him leaving my side. I think He's the only person who COMPLETELY understands me, who REALLY cares for me, who TRULY loves me. I don't know why. I feel so cold, like being surrounded and trapped in a lake covered with thick ice. Even if friends are there, surrounding me, talking to me, laughing with me, it's like I'm a ghost, and I cant' really feel that they're there, that they're REALLY there. It's odd. It really is. That's why I would love to sink my self into books, movies and tv series nowadays, to get rid of this feeling, if that's even possible. Hmm. It's really odd.

how long have I
been in this storm
so overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form
water's getting harder to tread
with these waves crashing over my head

if I could just see you
everything will be alright
if I'd see you
the storminess will turn to light

and I will walk on water
and you will catch me if I fall
and I will get lost into your eyes
and everything will be alright
and everything will be alright

I know you didn't
bring me out here to drown
so why am I 10 feet under and upside down
barely surviving has become my purpose
cause I'm so used to living underneath the surface

if I could just see you
everything will be alright
if I see you
the storminess will turn to light

and I will walk on water
and you will catch me if I fall
and I will get lost into your eyes
and everything will be alright

and I will walk on water
you will catch me if I fall
and I will get lost into your eyes
and everything will be alright
I know everything is alright
everything's alright

The "I" there is He, my Lord and my Ultimate Friend. This song is "Storm" by Lifehouse.

Anyway, at last eto na. I have understood things (at last!). Here it is: (1) no matter how many promises were made, Kiking and I will NEVER be together again (if ever there was a together, haha!) (2) he has a life, I have a life. I can't let him affect me anymore. That's too much a waste of time and emotions (3) and whatever it is that others might say, sige na, judge me na, whatever it is, say it to my face. Wala man sad moy paki unsa akong gi-feel, pataka lang mog sulti2x, so sige na, fine, i'm gonna accept whatever it is you hurl against me regarding this stubborn issue, fine, I'll deal with it myself, after you've said all your comments.

So kamo, nga nagbasa ani, sige, panaway mo, fine. I DON'T CARE. This is my blog, and i don't have to feel so conscious as to what you might say whenever I write here. Because again, THIS IS MY BLOG. mine, understood?

Let me breathe

Dear mom and my dear sister,

Chaos. Arguments. Crying. Shouting. I hate fights, I really do. It's one of those instances that let the heart have total control over the mind, and when that happens, people get emotional, words that shouldn't be said are thrown, tears flow abundantly, the rationale gets worse and worse for every word uttered, then ultimately, physical abuse. Bad. bad. Bad.

I may not be involved directly, but please hear me out: GOD HAS PLANS FOR US. Every single one of us. We may have been feeling a strange pattern of events that we feel govern our every single move, the up-down-up-down route of life, but trust God to place surprises at corners every now and then. Just believe. Believe and listen. And shut your mouth up. The saying "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words cant' hurt me" is NOT TRUE. Words are powerful. You may regret the things that you blurt out at the most emotional points of your life, so please, shut up.

I may be mum about all the arguments that you make, but please consider that I'M STILL HERE. I still feel, you know. And I get HURT when you fight over nonsense. Yes, it's nonsense. Fine, spank me for it, but I believe fighting over failing grades is crap, because it's definitely like crying over spilled milk. And the decisions that you're both making right now?? double crap. make that double crap with shit sprinkled over it, served hot. You're both too emotional to handle serious stuff, like where to transfer, what courses to consider, and yet you talk about it EVERY SINGLE DAY. no wonder you both argue over the decisions that you make.

It's sad. And every day, it just get's worse. May God guide you at this very crucial moment.

And oh, by the way, have you known? I got a 1.0 grade on the two subjects that I really felt I would fail. A pat in the back, way to go. I told you this earlier mom, but I guess you haven't noticed, because you were so busy being angry. Have you even noticed, just a teeny weeny bit, that I was stressing about it? No? Dont' worry, I'm used to it. I guess I could say that i have grown stronger, my heart has grown harder against this "insensitivity over my achievements" that you have. But I couldn't blame you, no I wouldn't. I would thank you even for being that way, because it made stronger, it made me face other more insensitive people in school, in my life. And I thank you for that.

Stick it!

To hell with exams!! Exams are there for a reason, I tell you. And for whatever reason that is, to hell with them. I hate it when it scares the living daylights out of me. I hate it when my guts get in a limbo whenever results are returned. I hate it when the limelight in my breezy, happy life shuts off because of just a measly stupid calculus question that I can't seem to answer. I hate it when it threatens to ruin my day. But with all that hatred, i just can't stand not fretting about them. Talk about irony. But somehow, all these hulabaloo taught me one thing: Never let exams frighten you, but allow yourself to scare the exams into easy oblivion. :)

Anyhow, anyhoo.. I miss my highschool friends.. specifically the girls of IV-Rho! Shucks.. Happy Women's Day to all you gals!! Yep, we're all "women" now, are we? well, we would be, a few years from now so we better act up to the title already. I wonder why I miss all of you.. I miss the chatter, the ka-kikayan of some (Karyll!), the laughter and the energy of everyone, and the absolute strength that I could sense from each one of you. All our diverse personalities blend together in one wacky combination! Unta this summer break, magkita kita ta nga kita ra.. all girls!! (Haha, sorry bai, next time nalang sa mo ha? :P) O diba.. relax sa ta from the pressures of this testosterone-filled universe..

Ha? Sige na ha! I'm going to post this entry in my three blogs para makabasa mo tanan Rho girls.. ha, sige na pleeeease... bahalag sa balay lang nila Kai or Ricah.. (haha, assuming!).. Remember when we hung out ila Hani during Christmas break, after sa atong get-together sa Centennial Park? Lingaw baya to, bahalag gamay ra mi.. nalingaw ug kaon ug sturya-sturya sa love life ug uban pa.. hehe.. so sige na ha! :)

I hope I plead well enough.. *wink*

P.S. Speaking of "Stick It", have you watched the movie with the same title? Amazing! Tackles on girl power, confidence within one's self, and standing up for who you are.. so again, to all Pinays, lesbians or otherwise, Happy Women's Day!!

You're already dead but you never told me??

Why? Why did you keep such a hideous secret? I have been yearning to reach you, hold you in my hands and just slap you, but alas, i just squished you even more! you never told me you were already dead!

poor fly. i saw a fly on top of my notebook just earlier, and, feeling all accurate and fast, i slapped the him hard! but he was already dead! oh! the dissapointment. i can feel it. yep, i can feel it.

anyway, team B1 ( ate jessa and don) and team B2 (me, ate hazel, and ate karen) made it to quarter finals!! yehey!! so much for our first time.. haha, we looked so pathetic before the rounds, reading newspapers and all.. but i guess what really helped was the fact sheets that came from debatabase. and oh! a huge bow for ate daryl, for enduring all those stupid and long nights, cramming deabte stuff into our heads! all thanks! and last but not the least, of course, to our dear Father God, who gave us wisdom and the courage to speak. Everthing, we owe it to You.

mates, on to the­ quarter finals! (said in a pirate-y way)

it's sad though, i HAVE to wear a skirt on the q-finals. Ate angela said "no semi-formal, disqualified" grr.. and since i don't own even just ne pair of slacks, i have to resort to skirts.. uuurgh!! the thought makes me squiver.

aw o, it's already FEBRUARY!! luuurv iz in dee aeeer... duh.

Overwhelmed.

I just had a molar extracted. Ouch. But aside from my aching gums, what really bugs me right now is tomorrow: tomorrow there will be a workshop for all participating debaters for CSM Week, and unfortunately, silly me just entered into the wacky debating world. Yup, as of this writing, I'm officially one of the members of the Biological Sciences Debating Team. Wow, sounds bigatin noh? Actually, I'm quite scared. I'm afraid of not meeting their expectations, I'm afraid I might not be the person that they actually want in the team (haha, talk about insecurities) and lastly, I'm afraid of making a fool of myself. Hahay.. Pero ok lang. This whole mumbo-jumbo is taking the endless routine out of my life, and putting a spicy taste to it.

AND!!

Haha, another reason why I not that kyeme anymore to join debate is that.. Chenchenenen!! Secret. Haha. Basta I call him Library Boy, because I always see him in the library. Another post na yun, I'm getting sleepy already. :P

WATCH OUT!!


Josh Groban's new cd.. ::drool:: I'm goin' to buy it coz' I have moolah!! Hahaha!! Aaah.. the merits of saving.. :P

Your Love shiznit.

Oh no. A few months ago, whenever I hear the song "Your Love" (revived by Eric Santos but sang by Alamid back then), I was totally out of my mind all of a sudden, suddenly kilig and feeling "high na high". But now?? uuurgh... save me. I don't know, It's just that the song always reminds me of the one person who dedicated that song to me, and somehow, I don't like the feeling of benig reminded.. yet again. Hehe. Not that I despise that fraction of my life. I just don't like the song anymore. Maybe because of the memories that come with it. Maybe because of the person. Or maybe the song isn't really that "like-able" at all. Hahaha. Talk about your emotions overriding your sense, eh.

2 days ago, I just came from this terrible TERRIBLE exam in Chem16 and I was really sad about not being able to answer all those questions, when poof!! "Your Love" played over the radio, and I couldn't help but think that i am destiny's own personal joke. Really. So throughout the whole jeepney ride I was smirking and my face was all scrunched up (because I was desperately trying to block the song from my mind, haha) and Baby and Kim were laughing at me because they said my face was really... well, I looked mad. Haha.

But then I realized "What's the point?" What is the point in stressing over some damned song? Am I really that mad and crazy and berserk?? oh no, i don't think so.

So now, I'm good. All's good. While writing this post the song played up again, and you know what? I listened to it, haha. And honestly, it made me feel good. Because it just reminds me (yet again) that some guys could be such complete jerks, and life.... would be totally (well, a bit) perfect without them. I'm happy. I hope you are too. :)

P.S. Oh, by the way, I give credit to Saab for the "shiznit" word. I'm not really sure if she "made" that word or copied it from somewhere else, but since i learned the word form her, acknowledgements, acknowledgements.

Oh no!

Hahaha.. since Jameen's "discovery" of my blog, much publicity is now being given to it, and worse, everyone wants to view it!! oh no!! hahaha.. but i guess it's not that much of a problem.. as long as you guys shut your pretty mouths up about the things that you're going to read here ha.. :P

pics:

AAAARGH!!!! As usual, the blogger thingie for uploading the pictures is lagging, so the pictures will be delayed (yet again!!).. try looking at my sister's blog nalang...

Interbet

Haha.. I can't believe I'm actually blogging from an internet cafe. this is a FIRST in this blog.. yipee!! ok.. so let me see.. there are 2 IDS freshmen at my left side (they just left), talking, or better yet, drooling over pictures and screen shots of the Koreanovela "Princess Hours".. haha, all right! the fever is really hittin' on.. me myself am an avid fan of that tv series.. but i'm not that loco to drool over its pictures in public place! hehe.. sa bahay lang.. para may privacy, diba?

yun lang.. i'm just bored that's why this post is posted..

oh! by the way, we (my family and I just came from Bukdnon last friday! it was amazing! gonna post pics later..

New Look!

I had fun making collages using Picasa, and since I was tired of all the dots-dots thing, I changed the template.. Tadaah!! I reverted back to the old one, but changed the main pic for good measure. New Year. New Look. New Life. Hope so. :D