i missed this.
i missed it so much i'm getting flutterbys in my stomach. hehehe :)
i haven't done much at work today, nor for the past days. talk about being motivated. haha
a lot has been going on, come to think of it, how much is a lot??
i really don't know the answer to that but it just feels as though things have changed but not really.
labo.
one thing's for sure now, let go and let God.
this really works. all the time.
+i have to find my way back, if not, i'll have to make a better path soon. :)
- Location:18f
- Mood:
weeeee!!!! - Music:just stand up
goodbye katamaran, hello productivity!
hahaha!!!:D
sabi kasi sa tv knina, nakakatulong ang pagsusulat ng mga gusto mong gawin para maisakatuparan mo to.
kaya heto na...subukan natin! kasi ung babaeng gumawa neto e milyunarya na ngaun!hahaha!!!XD
sa susunod kong sulat, nawa'y iba naman ang minimithi ko.
sa ngayon, ito muna. yes?parang ang dali neto a!haha, kaya to.
para sa kinabukasan ng mga bata.naks!XD
"NO BABY, NO." ~HAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:D
- Mood:determined
- Mood: kilig!!!
ay, natamad ako bigla.sori.
but i must say, i hate inernet explorer and it sucks to not have a real ym in this pc.
i am pissed. grr.
it felt good seeing all of them again, but it was saddening at the same time coz we have to face the reality that it all ends here.
though they'll be inviting us over during activities and stuff, still it would be different.
+++
today, we had the induction of officers/ testimonial dinner in sdds and i am so glad i was there.
i deeply appreciate the efforts that each one has given throughout the year, especially my two dearest partners in crime- nikki & lei.=)
i love these people, really.
not to forget our friends and co-members from both the debate and drama, and our ever supportive advisers, mam lachix and mam flo.=)
after all the testimonies and AVPs, i was again moved by the reality that even in this org, our time has reached its end.
yes, our service and committment to this organization shall never falter but we know that in the coming days, things would be different, very different. but i am relieved that the incoming eb have shown their competency and confidence in handling their positions. monica's speech assured me that when we leave, they would be able to manage on their own. i do hope that they could do better and we're gonna make sure to back them up in all their endeavors.
+++
reality is really sinking in that as my schooldays end, a lot will end too.
classes. classmmates. routines. tiring trips. org meetings. rehearsals. quizzes. requirements. late nights. ym confis. pick ups. lib.
and little by little, i am being reminded of how i was and how i lived my college years and it seems that these reminders are leading me to gather my self for my life ahead.
the above mentioned happenings reminded me that i am a thespian, a friend, a confidant, a counselor, a leader and most importantly, a passionate person in all my dealings. i know i have flaws but i am proud of how i've managed to improve my self throughout the years, and i'm willing to walk extra miles to be better. there's still a lot to work on, i know.:)
with this, i hope that i could make a clearer picture of what, who and where i want me to be.
+++
thank God for family, friends and faith.
they keep me living a happy life. =)
- Mood:
contemplative
it shed light, once more.
it shone so bright my eyes bled, my heart broke and my spirit awoke.
nonetheless, this extraordinary light...
i shall keep it with me everyday, and hopefully share it with more people.
+ i think i'll go with what i said i wanted to do when i was about 10 or 12 yrs old:
"inspire and be of help to others."
anybody who knows the way there? help, onegai?
ya, i guess i'll do just that.
na, i shall do that.
- Mood:determined
- Mood: bouncy
i literally dragged myself to the bathroom today.
with matching rants which i oftenly did way back kindergarten.
i am tired.
but i am trying to live each day as it goes hour per hour.
parang ung buong araw ko ay isang buong ojt day lng.
gising-ligo-pasok sa ojt/skul-uwi-tulog.
tlgang ganto ka sirkulo ang mundo e no?
hay.anyway,aun nga.
it's fairly the same each day.
i am just extra gr8ful for people.
my self,family and friends.
wala e, sila nlng tlga nkkpgpangiti sakin.
hehe:)
hay...bsta gnun.
sige, thesis ,report and case study pa ko.
- Mood:
tired
people seem bright;
until you hear them speak."
got this form a friend
and it made me ponder.
so im sharing its truth.
this message justified the
existence of p*t* bukaka.
hahaha! >evil!!!
anyway. this is my first 20-08 post.
thus, i'll say what's in my heart right now...
i miss joligs.
bans.
cyncha.
kaye.
ange.
nob.
tita cherry.
hm...reg too??naaa....
hahaha!:D *peace*
friends,we shall be drinking in a while, ne?
*cheers!*
+ i need some rest. i've been working my ass off 24/7.
but i have to do this with barely 4 weeks left.
++ and i thank God for family, friends, ddb and the walks i've been
doing for the past nights.
-i miss. i walk. soon...again.
- Mood: kyaaa!!!
"Intimate attachments to other human beings are the hub
around which a person's life revolves,
not only when he is an infant or a toddler or a schoolchild
but throughout his adolescence and his years of maturity as well,
and on into his old age.
From these intimate attachments,
a person draws his strength and enjoyment of life and,
through what he contributes,
he gives strength and
enjoyment to others."
+ John Bowlby 1980 +
* with all my love, i thank all of thee.
... for twenty years of life, scenes and emotions.
...and for twenty years more... cheers! :D
- Mood:
loved
My Theory of Devolution
by Jessica Zafra
You’ve heard of the theory of evolution; if you haven’t, there is a serious gap in your education. There was a major fuss when Darwin came out with it in the last century. In this century, even evolution remained controversial-in a little town in America, a teacher was put on trial for mentioning it to his students. Apparently, their mommies and daddies were not pleased to hear that they were distantly related to the apes. Mercifully, the apes were unable o express their opinion.
But let’s not go into that. In facts, let’s talk about the exact opposite of evolution; that is, devolution. If evolving means moving up to a “higher” life form, devolving means deteriorating to a “lower” life form.
See, I have this theory about alcohol. The more you drink, the lower you go don the evolutionary ladder. When you start swigging the vodka for the poison of your choice, you’re recognizably human. A few shots later, the change begins.
Your vision blurs. The room appears to be spinning. Slowly, at first, then you feel like you’re inside a blender with some oranges and ice. Your face feels lopsided, and you ask your drinking companions if one side of your face is larger than the other. And when you have to go to the bathroom, walking upright makes you nauseous. You sort of slouch over with your arms down to your knees and do an ape-like shuffle. ..and that’s when you’ve gone APE. Monkey. Simian. You’ve just rejoined our distant relative.
But you don’t stop drinking nonono. What, and be a spoilsport? You go on swilling the drink of depressed Russians, the stuff they imbibe because it takes s long to line up for Cokes. Soon, you can’t even stay on your feet anymore. Your legs turn into vestigial appendages (meaning they’re there, but you can’t use them). And if you have to travel to another part of the room, you crawl over. You slither on your hands and stomach. You even make a crashing noise that resembles hissing. Bingo. You’re in the REPTILE stage.
If you’re the talkative, hyperverbal sort, you will find that imbibing alcohol not only loosens your tongue, but charges it electrically. First there is a noticeable rise in the volume of your voice. Soon you’ve got a built-I megaphone. Not only do you insult your friends in a voice that carries all the way to the next block, but you also reveal your darkest secrets to people you just met two hours ago. You stop talking, and you start speechifying. You get pompous. Eventually you stop making sense. A sure sign that you’ve devolved to the POLITICIAN level, a stage closely related to reptiles, particularly crocodiles (buwaya). It is here that you are at your most obnoxious.
Fortunately, the politician stage passes, although the duration varies from person to person. Some verbose types can go on for ours, in which case it is necessary to force-feed them some bucks through good old honest blackmail.
You keep on drinking, and the alcohol content of your blood continues to rise. Your brains are getting pickled. If you should insist upon driving yourself home, you will make things really easy for the mortuary people. Hey wouldn’t have to embalm you anymore, they can just stick you in a jar and put you under bright lights for your grieving relatives. You can’t even crawl anymore, so in your warped state of mind, you attempt to swim on the floor. This is either the Sammy the Sperm phase. In which you regress to the time you were racing several thousand other sperm cells to reach that egg, or the FISH phase, fish being lower down the food chain.
Soon your body refuses to take any more pickling, and goes to sleep on you. You pass out on whatever surface you happen to be on. Hopefully, you land on a surface that is not conducive to pneumonia. (This is why you must make sure friends are present when you drink. If you get smashed, you can be reasonably sure they won’t leave you on the street to get run over by a truck). When you’ve lost consciousness, you’ve gone as far down the evolutionary ladder as you can. You’re not even a living organism anymore, you’re a ROCK.
The next morning the process of evolution starts up again. You wake up, and you ask, “How did I get here? Where am I? What’s my name?” Your mouth tastes like toxic waste, battery acid, or something you forgot to put in the refrigerator that developed green spots. Your head is being bludgeoned at regular intervals with an invisible bag of shot.
You mouth vile things-You’re a politician. You crawl toward the bathroom.-you’re a reptile. You stand on your legs to reach the sink-you’re a monkey. You throw up, and between heaves, you swear never to touch The Vodka from Hell again. You’re making resolutions you know you won’t keep-Congratulations. You’re human again.
- Mood:
tipsy
Images of the Filipinos : A Synthesis of Reading Selections in Lit 102
Lit 102 or Philippine Literature in English is a course wherein various literary masterpieces written by the finest Filipino writers are being discussed and reviewed. These selections range from poetries, short stories, songs, play manuscripts, essays and even folklores extending from the Pre-Spanish to the contemporary period. They are categorized under seven themes namely: Imaging the Filipino Man, Imaging the Filipino Women, Representing the Filipino Family, Exploring Filipino Traditions, Discovering Love and the Filipino, Exploring Filipino Humor and Looking at War and the Filipino which enable its readers to come up with their own blend of a distinctively true Pinoy.
Across the globe, Filipino men are known to be very romantic and devoted to their partners, hard-working in their career, domineering, and good breadwinners of their families. One poem entitled “Pagkat Lalaki Ka” written by Michael Coroza showed far more than that. He bared the true emotions of a Filipino man and teaches him that masculinity is not measured in covering and suppressing his sadness, overprotecting his ego, and in disregarding the rights of women; rather, in allowing his true sentiments to show, accepting his flaws and faults, and in treating women with ample respect.
On the other side of the coin, Filipino women are famous for their simplicity as well as their affectionate, caring and sweet ways. Since the time of our ancestors, they were imbued with conservative values and views which somehow shaped their submissiveness to men. In this course however, the importance of their roles and their revolutionary empowerment were of prime significance. As quoted from Inang Laya’s song “Babae Ka”,
“Harapin mo. Buksan mo. Ibangon ang iyong pagkatao. Babae ka…
…Napatunayan mo kaya mong ipaglaban ang iyong
karapatan at ganap na kalayaan…”
This proves that the idea of women as useless and weak individuals is now taboo since their capacities and strengths continue to flourish and are acknowledged in the society. Moreover, the stereotype “losyang” among Filipino women who just stays in the house, does not get the education she deserves and whose opinions are kept unheard has now evolved to a woman of versatility, wisdom and confidence. Not to forget her sense of independence and strong will that was manifested in Joi Barrio’s “Babaeng Namumuhay ng Mag-isa”.
“…Ang pag-iisa’y di pagtalikod sa pag-ibig, o pagnanasa o pananagutan.
Hindi ito pagsuko sa katuparan ng mga pangako o pagakatutuo ng mga pangarap.
Hindi ito pag tanaw sa buhay nang hubad sa pag-asa.
Paghangad lamang na kamay ko ang magpatakbo sa aking orasan,
puso ko at isipan ang sumulat ng aking kasaysayan
sarili ko ang humubog sa aking kabuuan.
Hayaan akong mamuhay ng payapa…”
With regards to the Filipino family, they are, by nature, hospitable, warm and very closely knit. These characteristics are attested by the selections “Breaking Through”, “Mats” and “Sadness Collector”; written by Myrna Peña Reyes, Francisco Arcellana and Merlinda Bobis accordingly. In addition, these three works convey that it is the intense love and bonding among the members of a Filipino family that keeps them together and neither distance nor death could ever void that.
Moving on to exploring the Filipino traditions, Francisco Sionil Jose’s “The God Stealer” surely hit the exact, right spot. He shared in his short story how Filipinos value their customs and traditions, especially their beliefs and religion. This was portrayed by the main character, Philip Latak, who was swayed to commit a crime of stealing the idol god from his grandfather just to impress his American friend. But towards the latter part of the story, Philip’s actions cost the dear life of his grandfather, which eventually made him regret over his betrayal of his grandfather’s trust as well as of the sanctity of his heritage. These events in the story serve as a reminder to each Filipino youth to know more about their own culture, give ample respect to them and continue preserving them for the paths that we have now were founded in them. Thus, we shall keep on building our futures with their uniqueness, richness and beauty inculcated in our whole being.
As Francisco Baltazar puts it, “O Pagsintang labis ng kapangyarihan…Pag ikaw ang nanasok sa puso nino man, hahamaking lahat masunod ka lamang…” This explains how powerful and pure a Filipino loves his or her own romantic partner. But a Filipino’s capability to love extends to his country, environment, faith and art. These are depicted in Andres Bonifacio’s “Pag-ibig sa Tinubuang Lupa”; Edith Tiempo’s “Bonsai” and Rebecca Anonuevo’s “Bihirang Masulat ang Kaligayahan”. Indeed, Filipinos are one of the most loving people and they are never ashamed to express it in any way they can.
Another distinct characteristic of a Filipino is that of his great sense of humor. It is very evident in the warm smiles of the people, their jokes and their own way of injecting fun and laughter in whatever situation they encounter. Carlos Bulosan’s “My Father Goes to Court” portrays the life of a typical poor Filipino family who seemed to enjoy life more with their simple joys and laughter, compared to their rich but grumpy neighbor. Another work by Jessica Zafra, an informal essay entitled “My Own Theory of Devolution” deals with the effects of alcoholism in a humorous and sarcastic way. This proves to be very effective as she illustrates the degrading phases of drunkenness and in turn, teaches Filipinos to do away with such corrupting addiction.
Lastly, the Filipino’s history is never complete without the numerous wars it had encountered. These have surely shaped the identity of a Filipino as a strong, enduring, hopeful and faithful member of the society who continues to battle through his everyday life. The story of Lola Rosa Henson, “Comfort Women: Slave of Destiny”, was very triumphant in educating and inspiring its readers. It was through her work that people came to know about the pangs of being a sex slave during the Japanese occupation and how possible it is for a Filipino woman to survive such inhumane treatment by firmly holding on to her faith, hope and courage despite her weakening body.
As a sum, the image of a Filipino could be compared to a diversely colored painting that always captivates its viewers. It is very lively despite the poor lighting, very action-packed despite its stillness and very flexible in catering the varied views and perceptions of its spectators.
Filipinos are not the perfect people in the world, but they surely come from a race whose skin reflects the beauty of the Asian sun and whose spirits embody the diversity of its culture, the richness of its history, the firm grasp of its family and religious values, and the intense passion for love and humor which enables them to stand proud of themselves amidst the most grueling times. These are what distinguishes a Filipino from the rest, and with these, s/he shall continue building better and brighter tomorrows.
- Mood: feeling kinda brainy
antagal kong nahimbing
sa kadahilanang
kay raming bagay ang dumaan sa aking araw-araw
mabuti na lang
nilalang ang hapon
...kaya ako sumasaya...
hahaha
tutulog ako ulit,
pasahan ng logbook bukas sa practicum...
hay.
- Mood:
bagong gising
***
hahahahahah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
yesterday was just soooooooooooooo RED! *winks* haha!:D
***
this may seem pathetic but now, i am very much convinced about what
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peaen told me years ago...
"in love, the heart magnifies even the littlest things." (thanks sexybianx!:*)
hai, hai, hai!!!!! this is really true!!!! and because of it, i got my RED yesterday!!! haha!:D
and it was even more!...
***
red...
blank
hours
walks
backgrounder
*surprises*
shoulders
flutterby's
name
talks
gestures :D
conversation
ok's
meets
exclaims
...red.
***
yey! blushes-bows down-winks-grins shet di ko kinakaya to frends!!!! hayayayay!!!!
iba ka jb! salamat!
tao ka, kaya masayang makatotohanan...
***
w8ing for O - I - V!
ahahah!!!! :D
***
i shall hula forever!!! *o,*
- Location:clinic
- Mood:
hff!!! - Music:makes me wonder -maroon5 (love it!)
If you could travel back in time to spend a day with someone, who would it be and why?
>> i would definitely go back to that tuesday evening and
grab the chance to walk with jb under the dark clouds.
i'd ask him about his day and offer him my hands -for just about anything that
he needed at that time, or anytime for that matter!
i'd accompany him throughout the night and
i wouldn't care if i had two major exams the next day...
as long as i'd wake up with him right beside me. *o,*
if only it could re-occur anytime i wanted,
i would care less about what people would say, how'd they think about me and him.
it doesn't matter because he makes me happy, really happy that he makes made me cry.
oh my, he really is my own jb...!!!
domo arigato gozaimasu jb... *o,*
- Location:home
- Music:fix you -coldplay
you are my sweetest seduction! *o,*
***
fireflies alight my sight
yellow slowed down my world
you came, our eyes met
i shyed away but then i turned back...
our eyes locked and our lips spoke of happiness
you waved, i did too.
we continued on.
i went.
i sat.
you weren't there.
i read, i kept silent, i was focused.
you came.
you read, you kept silent, you were focused.
but i ... cannot.
*ahem* you whispered
and my spirit rejoiced.
i cannot contain.
no, i cannot.
i'm sorry.
i walked up the stairs.
i opened the door.
and it was you.
i was delighted but i had to turn away from you.
i went down.
the eagerness to see you was
immensely building up in me.
again, i cannot contain.
i did not.
i went back up.
but you were gone.
needless to say, i was saddened.
an answered prayer, you showed up again.
you were white! and glowing! =)
i was ecstatic.
the next thing i knew, i was in blue.
i was surprised because you were too!!!
you
me
in blue.
you
me
finally on the same page.
on the same time.
in the same place.
doing the same thing.
finally.
and it was only
you
me
in blue.
when will this ever happen again?
i should not hope for an ascend
but perhaps in color, i may...
they said that it's impossible to get hold of a rainbow.
we've proved them wrong, love...
you've made me get hold of its core,
i shall be waiting for the
reds
oranges
indigos
& violets...
let's complete painting the rainbows, okay?
i'll be looking forward,
my sweetest seduction...
***
i hulad until mañana por la mañana por la mañana por la mañana . . . . . . . . . . .
- Location:home
- Music:signal fire - snow patrol
i love thee friends!!!!
pro-dai is like my favorite
soft batch of cookies!
it makes me crave for more & each bite just makes my tummy tumble!!!!!
***yamapi syndrome symptoms are currently becoming evident! waaah!!!! iloveit!!!!!:*
magkadeathnote lang ako.nakupo!
haha
- Mood:
aggravated
"whoever thought of filling the donut hole with lucious flavors is a genius.
for it gave hope to anything that had a hallow self.
including the pitiful zero."
"everything has a perfect timing."
>> jologs man pero sa pbb ko yan nakuha. it was one of yen's wise words.
and it is indeed true!
that's the very reason why i cannot be thankful enough to our God for His continuous guidance
and presence in every single situation i found my self into.
they were difficult, and they aren't over just yet. but i know, i have faith that i shall get by.
-------
as what has been blogged previously, it was i, that "pitiful zero"
but i am very, very glad, ecstatic even simply because of the rain.
the heavy clouds came
and slowly the rain poured.
the water continuously rose
and before i knew it, i lost my self in an ocean.
i gasped for air.
i took it in, as much as i can, as deep as i can.
i held it and kept it within me.
my reflexes overpowered me as it slowly escaped my body.
still i tried to get hold of at least some more to secure my self from dying.
but my body was wiser than i.
it let it out.
and made me gasped for a new breath.
little, very little did my mind know of how exhaling could lengthen my life,
or perhaps it did.
it just waited for the rain to come.
*arigatou gozaimasu. thank you very much. maraming salamat.
it made me stronger just the same.
