Everything Striped & Beautiful

7 reasons why one should not mess with a child

2005-08-26T21:38:00.000+08:00

Reason #1
A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales. The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small. The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale. Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible. The little girl said, "When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah". The teacher asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?" The little girl replied, "Then you ask him".

~o0o~

Reason #2
A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work. As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was. The girl replied, "I'm drawing God."

The teacher paused and said, "But no one knows what God looks like."

Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied, "They will in a minute."

~o0o~

Reason #3
A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds. After explaining the commandment to "honor" thy Father and thy Mother, she asked, "Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?" Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered, "Thou shall not kill."

~o0o~

Reason #4
One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.

She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, "Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?" Her mother replied, "Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white."

The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, "Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?"

~o0o~

Reason #5
The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture. "Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, 'There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael, He's a doctor.'

A small voice at the back of the room rang out, "And there's the teacher, She's dead."

~o0o~

Reason #6
A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, "Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face.." "Yes," the class said. "Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn't run into my feet?"

A little fellow shouted, "Cause your feet ain't empty."

~o0o~

Reason #7
The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholicelementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: "Take only ONE. God is watching." Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. A child had written a note, "Take all you want. God is watching the apples.

my bitch

2005-08-18T17:38:00.000+08:00

At the core of every woman there is a ferocious aspect of her personality that will stand up and take on whatever difficulty the woman faces. I call that aspect the bitch. The bitch will standup when you believe you cannot stand up for yourself. ~Iyanla

Frida. That's my bitch's name. Frida is a happy bitch. She's always caught up in her own happiness that she always forgets to stand up for me.

What name shall you give to your bitch?

got some bulges?

2005-08-15T22:03:00.000+08:00

Because I have. And they are situated at the wrong places.

Let me jump on one of the causes of those clingy entities, which is Craving. Everyone I know craves for something at least once a day. Unfortunately, I think my taste buds never get tired of yearning for some food to reach them, hence the bulges. Most of the things I stuff in my mouth are greasy, salty, rich in cholesterol, and (high in calcium but also) high in fats. Guilt then follows after the binge, and resolutions are once again chanted.

By the way, I have a weird habit of noting such foods. Here are some which I remembered to write down, at least I have a copy here if ever someone takes interest on my list.

My Loyal Fat Contributors (January - July 2005):

• Starbucks butterscotch fudge bar
• Seattle's Best butterscotch fudge bar and ham & cheese croissant
• Italianni's Sicilian garden salad & grilled chicken fettuccine
• Mrs. Fields rocky mountain mogul
• Kanin ni Tisay's tocilog
• Simply Chocolate homemade cake
• Oishi Ridges (barbeque flavor)
• Yema (big)
• French Baker cheese roll
• Chef D'Angelo's chicken, fettuccine & burger
• Avocado soaked in milk and sugar
• Choki-choki

But just a minute ago, I fired them all because starting tomorrow, I shall embark on a 3-day journey to a place I've never been to. Tomorrow is the start of my 3-day diet, which promises a 10-pound loss. I can now imagine the weighing scale stopping 10 tick marks away from where it had been previously! But my hopes aren't as high, because the diet states that "..lose as much as 10 pounds." which suggests that I may shed a pound or maybe just a quarter of it. Now I'm depressed. I don't think my appetite will give me a hand on this.

But I shall not be shaken, nor be intimidated with the effort & willpower I have to invest. The pledge below will serve as something worth reading over and over whenever I feel like quitting. I posted it for everybody to see so that I'll have a handful of bloggers who'll nag me if I didn't continue with it.

Experts say that diet is not the wise choice, lifestyle change is -- and I totally agree with them. But I'll try this, just to flush out all the toxins stored in my body, and I'll let you know the results after 3 (deep sigh) days. :)

What are your current cravings, by the way? :)

playing the game

2005-08-14T23:09:00.000+08:00

I'm not a big PBA fan. But when I was switching channels this afternoon and saw the Rookie Draft, I gave the remote a rest and waited for the announcement of every team's pick. The decision of every basketball team is based on each player's performance, position, speed, etc. My patience for the Commissioner's speech was running out and I was about to flip the channel back when I saw Mac Cardona on the bench, anxiously waiting for his name to be called. Hold it right there. Cardona is not one of my favorites, sorry. It's just that he's one of the players I've been cheering for more or less 3 years ago, along with BJ Manalo, Joseph Yeo (yes, yes, Yeo!) and the rest of the green ballers. Another familiar face on the bench is Larry Fonacier, who used to wear a blue and white jersey.

Alright. Seeing some familiar people is enough a reason to watch the rest of it. Minutes later, the drafting started and Air21 was the first team to take its pick. I'm not really into PBA so I almost forgot the UAAP seniors who are now playing professionally. Air21's team went to the stage and there was Ren-ren Ritualo (whom my friend Nina likes so much. Hi Nina!). Washington (slang & Afro-am-looking) was first, but I wasn't surprised to hear his name being called for he was on top of almost everybody's list. It was Sta. Lucia Realty's, Coca-cola's, and other teams' turns to choose and it was now back to Air21. Cardona's name was called and guess who shook his hand and gave him a strong, brotherly hug?! O yes, it was Wesley Gonzales, his former rival on the court! I'm now speaking of my crush, Wesley. This is why it's confusing for me during those championship games -- to cheer for my school or cheer for him. :) Coca-cola's next and I saw another great shooter, Mon Jose (whom I've got a crush on way back -- and also my friend Jaja. Hi Ja!).

Looking at those faces, I felt a wave of nostalgia. The scene of me shouting at the top of my lungs, breathless and devoid of energy after, attempting to jump to the lower boxes just to have a closer look of the players (but to no avail) -- were just a chunk of what we've done to show support to our team.

The noise and cheers and clapping and hollering all died so fast, I could hardly grasp the details of what exactly happened then. Only some tickets and cheer sticks are the tangible representations left of the draining games we've attended.

It's funny how I manage to cheer other people to give their best, to let them know that they can do it, to inspire them to keep on moving, and yet, I'm here, afraid of lifting even just an inch of my spirits. When other people fail, I do everything to show that it's okay to trip or fall, and that they must not be afraid to return to their game, but when it comes to my failures and mistakes, I find it rather difficult to push myself to stand up again and finish the game I've started.

Sometimes, the ball's on me and it seems that I can't find anyone ready to receive it when I make a pass. No teammates, no screaming coach, just me, standing in the middle of my court, and everyone around me is silently waiting for my next move. Shall I shoot the ball, risk a miss and get laughed at? Or just stand there and not shoot it at all?

Everybody's waiting, and I have to make a quick decision. Playing by the rules is what matters now and there's definitely nothing funny about not being able to reach the basket or not being able throw it as high as it should be.

And so, I'm starting to dribble now because the basket is not getting any nearer and challenge is not getting any easier.

soaked in rain & reversed reverie

2005-08-12T13:39:00.000+08:00

Contrary to the famous Carpenters song, rainy days rarely get me down. In our family, it is welcomed with warmth, clink of coffee mugs, and aroma of hot champorado, unless the shower or winds get too destructive.

But this morning, the weather tells its soliloquy to whoever wants to hear it. I heard it speak, I was scared of the ambiguity it uncovered.

an excerpt

2005-08-09T19:22:00.000+08:00

I’m late for work again. Work. What work? Goodbye high heels and gray slacks, all the ranting and early morning drags. Adieu, high risks, stakes and interest rates.

Quitting. What does it mean? A sign of weakness? Maybe not. A clue of strength; extension of possibilities. Maybe. (The Blogger, p. 243)

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Source:

The Blogger, Froshie. Aimless, Half-lost & Half-drifting, 6th ed., Makati: Issue No.1 Inc., 2005.

i heard you say 'oh no, not again!'

2005-07-25T20:46:00.000+08:00

Now, everything's becoming clear to me -- that I change my template more frequently than I post (I know you noticed that too.) I'm perfectly clueless why I'm like that. Maybe because I get tired of looking at the same backdrop too quickly. Or maybe because I get tired of looking at the same backdrop too quickly. Either way, my eyes get strained, but I feel real satisfied after. Maybe the right part of my brain is taking over most of the time.

I started blogging last October 2004. Of course at first, I had to settle with what Blogspot had to offer, their Dots layout and some neat others. But I saw that everyone's adding a personal touch to their blogs, so I thought, why not do that too? After clicking like crazy all the folders in our pc just to find these, I looked at them again one by one. There was a common thing which I found in my past and present works, and that is my love for loud and vibrant colors. The current template is probably the one which exactly tells who I am. I don't know how to put it specifically though. Okay, I'll stop the blab and show you the miniature versions of my past layouts. Anyway, it's fun to look back every now and then.

Froshie's Frolic
Holiday-inspired blog overhaul.

Frolicsome Flights
Free yet craving for freedom.

Feel the Love
'Was singing the Coke song over and over in my head that I had to make somethig related to it. Insane.

Froshie's Tropical Treat
50 First Dates-inspired for the summer of 2005.

Proshi's Skrapbuk
What you get after going through your scrap box.

Relaxation
And this is what you get when you feel like you're tired of doing the same old crap.

7 templates in 10 months. I'm pretty sure there's more to come.

loyal buds

2005-05-17T01:25:00.000+08:00

Our hubby and wifey mini pinschers instantly hit it off the moment they were introduced at each other. Theodore Dexter aka Dexx arrived 2 years ago, with his sly grin and sturdy stance. While Dips (we seriously considered the name DORIA for her, but the couple's combined names would really sound showbiz-y, so we just brushed it off) came in months after her counterpart's arrival. They're spoiled by daddy and had pretty much become a part of our fam. We've been long waiting for our bitch's menstrual period, so that they'll have pups, but at least at this point, I think she's infertile. I'm crossing her paws for her though. Besides, they're old enough to start a fam of their own, probably, in their mid-twenties already, if you were to convert their ages to that of ours.

Now that I'm the one feeding them, I've come to love them even more..but only when they're not posing for a poop.ü

kokomo

2005-04-07T01:20:00.000+08:00

While making this new layout, the song Kokomo is playing in the background (in Repeat mode). :D Well, this may look a bit familiar. I thought of one of my fave movies, and the funniest and sweetest came to my mind. This was my inspiration. Some of graphics I got from that webbie and also the color scheme..hehe. Just altered some things, cut, copied, cropped, inverted, etc.

thank you

2005-04-03T11:48:00.000+08:00

Pope John Paul II
1920-2005

I was a grade 5 stude then when he took time to visit us here. No classes for 5 days. World Youth Day. 10-page reaction paper required by religion teachers. A gathering of thousands of Filipinos. To see the great man behind the empowerment of their faith, the man who inspires them to hold on.

Let us tell the world of His love, the greatest love the world has known. Search the world for those who have walked astray and lead them home. Fill the world's darkest corners with His light from up above. Walk every step, every mile, every road and tell the world, tell the world of His love.

Today, I whisper a prayer of thanks for the things he did to strengthen every man's faith in God, especially his act of making peace with other religions (which, unfortunately, I discovered only now)

~o0o~

Pope John Paul II, who died this evening at the age of 84, was an obscure Polish prelate who became the supreme pontiff of the Roman Catholic Church, a statesman who helped bring down Eastern European communism, and a defender of the faith who insisted that the church confront the sins of its past to prepare it for the third millennium.

When John Paul was elected the 263rd successor to Saint Peter on Oct. 16, 1978, at age 58, he was the youngest pope in 132 years, the first Polish pope and the first non-Italian pope in 4 1/2 centuries.

The former Cardinal Karol Wojtyla, archbishop of Krakow, the ancient capital of his native Poland, quickly declared a "new evangelization" and began an extraordinary series of journeys that made him one of the most familiar figures in the world.

In March 2000, he issued an unprecedented apology for the mistakes committed by the church throughout its history. Saying "we humbly ask forgiveness," John Paul said Catholics needed to undergo a "purification of memory" of past errors as the only way to prepare for the future.

Nowhere was this aspect of his papacy more evident than in his relations with Jews and Judaism. In 1986, he became the first pope to visit a synagogue and prayed with Rome's chief rabbi. In 1994, he directed the Vatican to establish full diplomatic relations with Israel. In 1999, he ordered the Vatican to issue a document that it described as an "act of repentance" for the church's failure to deter the Nazi genocide against Jews in World War II.

The process of reconciliation reached a dramatic climax during the pope's visit to the Holy Land in March 2000. At Yad Vashem, Israel's monument to Holocaust victims, he declared: "I assure the Jewish people that the Catholic Church, motivated by the Gospel law of truth and love and by no political considerations, is deeply saddened by the hatred, acts of persecution and displays of anti-Semitism directed against the Jews by Christians at any time, and in any place."

Source: Yahoo! News

opm

2005-01-15T19:27:00.000+08:00

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Mariposa na hatid ng Sugarfree. Ewan ko ba, kanina pa akong magdamag nang nakatingin sa'yo at di mo lang alam, sa gitna ng kadiliman, di mapakali, ako'y nabighani. Dahil dito sa mariposa, ako lang yata'ng nag-iisa.

getting over these

2005-01-11T13:52:00.000+08:00

2 months ago, when I still had some moola, a chunk of it I spent on Korean flicks. I was totally engrossed in this kind of movie, that I almost planned to get on my feet, lace my trusty sneaks, and experience the wrath of the Divisoria jungle just to grab a copy of the movies pending in my list. BUT there were many other factors which interfered with my couch-potato-ish pursuit, and so what remain now are only memories of the reels I've enjoyed.

MY SASSY GIRL

Since many have recommended this film to me, my expectation sky-rocketed, that at one point, I've expected to prepare myself for a real hysterical laugh which will get me rolling on the floor. A typical plot at first and then came the twist. Had it been a pinoy movie, I would have figured it out in the beginning pa lang (yabang!)

The guy is sooo HILARIOUS!! My fave scene's when they had a contest, the red line in the MRT. That got me rollin!! They're a cute couple. I like the way she reprimands the law-breakers and minors. But the thing which confused me is their relationship -- are they just friends or what?! Quasi-whirlwind one!

WINDSTRUCK

Many say that this is a prequel to Sassy. But the latter must be watched first. :D What I like about this is the unexpected turn of events. Watching a film where anything is possible and everything's unpredictable is oddly relieving for me.

OH! HAPPY DAY

Jang Na-ra strikes again! But I didn't like the plot that much. No kilig scenes, but loads of funny ones, not THAT funny though. This is basically about some guy-stalking, bickering, getting even, and (the usual) falling in love in the process.

MADELEINE

Initially I thought, hmm..this is just a simple love story, with the couple, through some coincidences and circumstances, ending up falling for each other. I like the guy's character -- a little geeky and shy, someone who never takes advantage of what the girl offers, but at the end, took real good care of the girl. This movie gave me the sniffles. And oh, Madeleine isn't the girl's name. :D

MY WIFE IS A GANGSTER

It went way beyond my expectation, which is, this movie having a serious plot, with lots of fighting scenes in dark alleys. This definitely has humor and touchy moments. I like the girl's name here: Mantis. (an angst-ridden toughie but has a very soft spot for people close to her).

TAEGUKGI

Lengthy film -- 2.5 hours. Setting: 1950 Korean War, North vs. South Korea. Because of lack of soldiers, male cilivians aged 18-30 yrs. old were ordered to join the South Korean forces to fight against the Communists a.ka. Commies. These two brothers, Lee Jin-Tae & Lee Jin Seok (Won Bin) were both struggling for their lives while in the army. They've promised to their mother that they'll be back after the war is over.

The film basically showed what the soldiers go through in a war, the tormenting feeling of having to choose between fighting for their country or going back to their families. The hunger felt by the people pushed them to attend rallies of their opponents just to feed their families, even if it meant betraying their land. Questions raised regarding the importance of what they're fighting for brought me to feel the fear of having to live during a war period. Death of many people, hunger, plans of escape, explosions, black sky blanketing the whole city, molestation and torture by the opponents, betrayal, loss of properties, and paranoia were all experienced by the Koreans back then, and even our countrymen in WWII. By & large, it's a lose-lose situation. Nobody gains in losing people close to your heart.

Did this sound like a reaction paper in your history class? :)

100 DAYS WITH MR. ARROGANT

The normal life of a teenage girl was turned upside down by this pompous man. It started with a kick of a can and ended with a heart-melting scene. The best romantic-comedy K-flick for me! :D

college crush list

2005-01-10T16:05:00.000+08:00

I looove reminiscing. But most of the time, I prefer to relive the funny, embarrassing, and whimsical ones. And when I try to remember some episodes in my life, I want it to be as vivid and specific as possible.

Lately, my memories of my college crushes are beginning to crumble one by one, making those ogle-worthy creatures slowly slip away from my mind together with the craziness I've had for them.

Just to preserve their space in my muddled-up mind, I'm positioning my tush on this swivel chair, and I'll try to type tidbits of what I remember about them. It's better this way than writing it down, I guess.

1. old code name: ~~SHAIDER~~ DANCER
I met him last May 2, 2000. And that became our anniversary. Errr..my anniversary. I met him while I was looking up for my name in the list of students in front of our school conservatory. We were freshmen then. He said something funny to his mom, it caught my attention, I searched for the funny guy who said it, our eyes met, we looked at each other for a couple of seconds, he flashed me his braced pearly whites, and I showed him my braces too. When he left, I looked up for his name, which, I discovered earlier, is just a couple of names away from mine. Found it. Learned that we're in the same course, but not blockmates. Dang. But we have the same subjects, same profs, share the same classrooms, and basically are in the same crowd. Yey!! But many say that he looks like a girl. I disagree! What drew me to him? His arrogance and cocky attitude. Weeeiird. Gusto ko lang tlga ng maangas.

Why Dancer? Well, I saw him dancing in Sports Complex during our 2nd day in LPEP. And he's got the moves.

new code name: FISH
Still the same guy. I want to give credit to my friend Jajers for suggesting to me that code name. I can hear you ask why. Because it started to sink in to me that he has a big, fish-like pair of eyes.

And why the change of name? Bec of my paranoia attacks.

He was my longest crush. Lemme rephrase that. He's my crush for the longest time. There.

2. code name: *H*L*GS
He's a rektikano - Pep squad member. I saw him in one of those games held in school. He's the one assigned to our bunch. He caught my attention when he was trying to get the crowd to cheer but they're in their usual apathetic state, so he said "Leche!!" in his uber-low but loud tone. Now, that's cute!

He's my cutest crush. He has braces too, and has light complexion (lighter than mine). I love the feisty and spunky side of him. I love him. Period. Kidding. Okay, close to that. I'll drop the other details.

3. code name: SANTI
A tall guy with a face of a 3-year old. lol. He's really looks like a baby. Awww. He was part of our org's 'models'. Baby face, pero maangas pa rin. :D

Santi's always wearing shades even in the dark hallways (lol). That being the case, we thought of Randy Santiago --> 'Santi'ago. Pathetic ba? Ulk.

4. code name: GATSBY
He's this thin and tall guy na lelempot-lempot in our taekwondo class. But I like his way of kicking every time we have a practical test. So strong and with such force. Unexpected from his physique. He became my classmate in our LITERA1 class, which allowed me to know him more. Papansin pala, pero mabait. He's seated at my back, and I keep on hearing side comments from him. That I find very funny. And witty. :D

5. code name: DEX
He's my friend's cousin. And he's younger than me by 3 years. He became my partner in my friend's cottillion. I like the way we held hands. Just felt right.

6. code name: CARTOON
I dunno why I chose that name for him. And he became my crush for a short time only, say 2 weeks. Our batchmate, Cruella, is his jealous girlfriend. Grrr.

7. code name: JELO
Oh Jelo! Can't say much about him as of now. Basta he made me laugh. A lot.

8. code name: KC
Of all my crushes, he's the least good-looking. You got my point, thank you. But he has the most beautiful pair of eyes I have ever seen. Many mistake it for contact lens. He's friends with Dancer. But they've been in a fight and I assumed that they were fighting over Me. He's weird, he's a rocker, and I can't really tell what's in his mind. Bec in all those times, I think we've exchanged a total of only 5 lines.

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These guys spiced up those 5 long years. It seems like only a few snaps away when I was trying to know their schedules, steal glances during breaks in Aristo, pretend to be busy when seeing them in the hallways, cross my fingers for some 'possibilities', rant when they're linked to other girls, rave when they're giving me the glances back, and fish for every single detail about them, my inspirations then. I wonder where they are now, if they're still the same guys I used to gawk at, and if they'll recognize me if ever I'll bump into them on of these unpredictable, crush-less days.

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PS. How could I even forget him?

9. codename: VOX
Arrogant. Sarcastic. Snobbish. Pa-macho. Nice bod. Witty remarks. Funny comebacks. Innocent-looking but knows he's got the edge. :D

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I better refresh my taste now.

always coca-cola

2005-01-08T16:36:00.000+08:00

LSS again! Months after that perplexing Ito Ang Beat chant, here comes another Coke Ad which I really like..at least as of now. Bunch of thanks to AuroraBorealis, got this from her blog:

COKE SONG
Sana'y masabi
Sa awit kong ito
Lahat ng ninanais
nitong puso ko
Sana saan man patungo sa buhay
May pag-ibig, may pag-asa
may saya, at saysay

Sana sa bawat sandali matikman pa
sarap ng pagsasama at simpleng ligaya
Tara na, sakyan lang
Malay mo
Andyan lang, andyan lang
Ang hinahanap mo.

cokey red

2005-01-08T16:26:00.000+08:00

Loki Cola font+ Cherry Coke font + Cokey-colored palette + d'loaded brushes + free time + eye strain + that-latest-Coke-ad = My Cokey Red Template.

it's high time

2005-01-05T16:42:00.000+08:00

This morning, this bank in Makati called me for my 'final' interview, and when Miss X called me up, she said that this'll be like the deciding stage for the officers, if they'll accept me or not. They called me on that the day, and I was a bit shocked bec I thought that they've considered somebody already for the position.

I went there an hour earlier, and met some applicants, the same age as I am, and we were really anxious, and kept on thinkin that it will be another panel interview. It didn't come out to be so, it was just an ordinary interview. But today, I can say, was the toughest one! I was grilled. Ulk. And Mr. Y had this thing of taking note of every word that I say, opposing it in a somehow sarcastic way, magnifying my weaknesses, and this and that. Ugh. I think I won't get it. But I'm not really thrilled by the idea of working there, bec I was intimidated by the girl who interviewed me, she said to me that she really gets hard on people, and some the employees don't really like her. For her to tell me that, it must be true. But she said, she doesn't really care, for she's there to work and get serious.

I'm not looking forward to end this long vacation, not in the near future - that would be my choice. But my parents and other people here are pushing me work. It's actually nice to start earning money, but I hope that I'll be in a friendly workplace. I know intrigues, pressure, voluminous and tedious whatever are all part of the package, but I just have to accept it. Problem is, I'm afraid to commit mistakes. Little things like that give me heart attacks. Being paranoid doesn't help at all.

This is THE real thing. This is actually the phase that I've been longing for in college. But I didn't know that that thing many are saying 'I envy you, you're still in school' is really true. Not really worrying about the money, following a healthy schedule, etc.

I just pray that I can get through with this. Time to get up and get movin.

new year, old space, new look

2004-12-30T16:49:00.000+08:00

Days before 2005: 2. Waw. Haftoo clean up all the mess in my room, change the beddings, arrange all the mixed-up and unclassified stuff, just sort out the whole mishmash, sweep out the cottonlike dust sleeping in every nook and cranny, ditch every single thing which has nothing to do with my dream 2005 squeaky clean space. Good. Luck.

Procrastination Queen: signing out, moving on. With her trusty feather duster in tow.

and so this is christmas

2004-12-23T16:54:00.000+08:00

2 more days before Christmas - technically. But for me, it's just a blink away. This is the time of the year which I look forward to the most. But it feels a bit weird this 2004. Prolly because:

•I'm broke -- Fresh grad, no allowance.
•My first Christmas as part of the unemployed population.
•Austerity measures are strictly observed -- here at home.
•No exchange gifts whatsoever -- only once, with my lolas and sisters.
•No barkada sleepover or Christmas party.
•But it's my first time caroling with them, and I really enjoyed it.
•I didn't procrastinate in buying gifts for my family. Very unusual.
•I gave Jose Mari Chan and Ryan Cayabyab a rest. But got Ray Coniff workin.
•No final exams.
•Therefore, no Course Card Distribution.
•And no fear for Course Adjustment Day.
•No walking along the halls of LS Building while looking at the Christmas lights in the Ampitheater and Yuchengco.
•A part of me really looks forward to receiving cash instead of goodies.
•But whatever they'll give me, I'll gladly accept.Ü
•No LSS of Christmas-related ads.
•I'm in my fattest state ever. :(
•My first Christmas with Blogspot. Or blogging for that matter.
•Waiting for the clock to strike 12 on the 24th (I guess) will not be as grueling as the past years. Had been a night person lately.
•I'm broke -- yeah, counted twice. Really have to stress that out.

Have a blessed Christmas, everyone!

S.O. (1): slippery, wet or not

2004-12-15T17:12:00.000+08:00

Feelings are slippery. Those are emotions which people fail to identify.
[Rhonda Britten, Starting Over.]

vicarious pleasures

2004-12-10T17:18:00.000+08:00

Prolly some of you have gone to sleep with your bedside lamp still on, a half-opened hand and a fallen Elizabeth and Jessica Wakefield’s story sprawled on the floor. I’d guess that flipping through its pages was the last thing you did at night and most likely the first thing you did in the morning. As for me, I've never read a single Sweet Valley book, either Twins, High or University. Oh yes. When most of my classmates are busy swapping and reading SV paperbacks, and exchanging stories on their latest read, I’m slouching comfortably at the reading corner of the grade school library, with a pillow on my lap, elbows on the pillow (really bad posture), with eyes only centimeters away from my newly picked book ..and is either excited to know how Nancy Drew will solve and unravel another of her mystery case ..or determined to finish another of Enyd Blyton's hard bound. I thought then, what's with love stories anyway?

The Sweet Valley period soon ended, and two new series came into the picture: Love Stories™ & Sweet Dreams. It all started when my cousin, who left for Canada, left me her Sweet Dreams pb's. I was like, what the in world the am I going to do with these?! Soon, I’m running out of Nancy Drew’s and had no choice but to give Sweet Dreams a chance. What I felt while reading it was inexplicable. It’s as if I swoon with the blonde girl with a teased hair, big yellow ribbon and flashy 80’s style blouse on the cover over his cute guy neighbor. Then there was Love Stories™, the line of which, I’ve memorized by heart: "You'll always remember your first love." Falling for Ryan is my ultimate fave (I’ve read it at least five times).

My passion for wasting my time in these mushy reads worsened, and I found myself looking for titles in almost every NBS & Booksale branch that I know. It was an addiction, fascination and fondness all at the same time, and later on, not only in books, but also in romantic flicks. I giggle with the 16-year old girl kissed by her crush, I cry with the guy left by his girl for another man. This obsession had turned me into a crybaby and a girl with a boisterous and hearty laugh. The simplest of break-up scenes, petty fights, and character realizations make me cry in a heartbeat. Shallow punch lines and a little bit of slapstick get me to the brink of hysteria. My basis for judging whether a movie or book is worth the moolah is on the calories I’ve burned in laughing, the muscles I’ve used in frowning or the tears I’ve shed in crying. Other elements are all secondary. How it touches my heart is what really matters.

What’s up with all this? I don’t know. But what I do know is that a lot, and I mean A Lot of people out there are experiencing these vicarious feelings too. Let’s just say this is my way of temporarily forgetting life’s trivialities, and getting more in touch with my emotions, some of which, I only experience in books and movies.Ü

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Finished watching: 100 Days w/ Mr. Arrogant

70's-inspired

2004-12-08T17:25:00.000+08:00

Is it? I did the backdrop during my free time, which is like..every hour. Was only able to finish this today, and I changed the bg music too..Doobie Brothers this time.Ü The yellow circles were ETC's Pop-Fix inspired.

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One of our batchmates passed away today. :( We were classmates in some courses, and is such a nice person. I was really shocked when I heard the news. God bless his soul.

wise sayings revisited

2004-11-11T17:34:00.000+08:00

Years ago, while doing my yearly inspection of old books and incomplete volumes of Sci-tech for disposal, I saw one mag which caught my attention -- a dusty Reader's Digest dated May, nineteen fifty something. I wiped it off with a crumpled tissue, but after the persistent clinging of the dust and mothball smell, I gave up, just ran my fingers on the cover and flipped through the pages one by one. I was so amazed because there I was, holding a book waaaay older than me, even older than my parents, and a survivor of a decade which I have only seen in pictures, films, and documentary shows. Like I was transported back in the 1950's.

Just like the modern day digest, it contained interesting articles, 'Laughter is the Best Medicine', fillers at the end of the articles, and some airline ads. But definitely no glossy pages, All in a Day's Work or Life's Like That. I curiously read the articles, and compared the 50's writers with that of ours. I was not surprised though to discover that in terms of humor, presentation of idea, and way of thinking, nothing much has changed. Here's an article written less than fifty years ago:

WISE SAYINGS REVISITED
(Irreverent re-evaluation of some of our most cherished adages)
From: The Power of Positive Nonsense

A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS.
Then why do you need words to make the point? Better yet, draw a picture.

TWO HEADS ARE BETTER THAN ONE.
Not if both are stupid.

EASY COME, EASY GO.
This doesn't apply to houseguests.

ALL POWER TO THE PEOPLE.
The people who holler "All power to the people" want power to be handed over to the people who holler "All power to the people".

DON'T COUNT YOUR CHICKENS UNTIL THEY'RE HATCHED.
Anyone who counts chickens before they're hatched is counting eggs. Not chickens. Pay no attention to a dummy like that.

MONEY CAN'T BUY HAPPINESS.
Nothing brings happiness to some people; anything brings happiness to others. By & large, money brings more happiness than the absence thereof.

ABSENCE MAKES THE HEART GROW FONDER.
Not necessarily. Absence can liberate the brain from the heart's maudlin seductions and if absence makes the heart grow fonder, what shall we do with 'Out of sight, out of mind'?

TRUTH IS STRANGER THAN FICTION.
Of course it is. Fiction has to make sense.

A PENNY SAVED IS A PENNY EARNED.
And a penny spent is a penny enjoyed.

ALWAYS TELL THE TRUTH.
What a foolish, awful, heartless injunction. The truth is so precious, said Winston Churchill that it must be protected by a bodyguard of lies. The truth is sometimes so bitter, so painful, so unjust, that it must not be revealed to those who would only be shattered to hear it.

THERE'S A DESTINY THAT SHAPES OUR ENDS.
Mebbe. But a more likely destiny is the one that ends our shapes.

OPPOSITES ATTRACT.
Not often as they repel.

MORAL: Opposites attract, but similarities endure.

In 3 words, I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on.

-----End of Article-----

sharpie

2004-10-28T11:10:00.000+08:00

My sister kept bugging me for the past days to buy her a sharpener, nope, not the ordinary one, she badly wants the complicated type -- one which you have to push, pull, and turn the handle with such force to come up with that neat-looking, smooth-gliding, über-sharp pencil. We finally had the chance to window-shop, and so, with her persistent and demanding character taking over again, she had managed to 'force' us to go to NBS. After some more NBS-strolling, I looked for her and found out that finally, she was able to have her 'pick of the week' school supply.

I didn't even bother to look at it, just asked the price. A bit pricey, for i actually found one with almost the same size, same pastel shade, yep, different brand, but only 3/4 of the price. Oh well, it came from her pocket.

When we got home, she excitedly took it out, got some pencils and started sharpening. She beamed despite her hurt face (she had her teeth extracted), and i saw the child in her again. Suddenly, I was curious and felt the need to grab a roughly-sharpened mongol. Holding the one i found with my left hand, I excitedly inserted it in the hole, only to find out that I don't know how to use it.

She mumbled the instructions, and like a 5-year old kid, I followed it step-by-step, giving my 101% concentration.

Those full two minutes made me a child again. The memories of the old rusty sharpener in the office of my late lolo, Papa Jun, came rushing in my mind. Along with it were flashbacks of the fond memories I had in the office with him. The good old sharpener was never discarded, and it still has this familiar rusty, gimme-some-rest-i've-sharpened-enough-mongols-and-staedlers look. But i guess my lola will never replace nor discard it, for it still functions like it did 20+ years ago, when it was still a proud shiny silver sharpie.

Sometimes, those little things remind me of those big happy chunks of my life. And surprisingly, those were not my achievements, nor those big celebrations i've attended. They were the simple, everyday events, mostly here at home, with the people closest to my heart.

Okay, enough of this sharpie and those-were-the-happy-days talk. I better go now, for I remember having found an unsharpened No.2 under my bed. ;)

pinch me. now.

2004-10-14T10:56:00.000+08:00

QUOTE TO LIVE BY:If u feel depressed n defeatd, jst remembuh dat u wer once d strongest sperm of ur dudeey daddy... So, you go, Spermie! Il be cheerin 4yah!Sender:teyrie+63918*******
Sent:19-July-200423:47:28

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Understatement: My last term, 13th sem, was a tough one.

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In the middle of our sleepless nights, haggard looks, almost permanent eyebags, misunderstandings, and what may seem like a chaotic part of our college lives, lies the fun part. Here it goes:

Mama Vi's Videoke
The home of the lost, depressed, confused and harassed thesis people. One BIG glass of iced tea, stacks of 5 peso coins (which should've been 10, ehem..Cherra..), a pair of mics with no feedback, LUHA by aegis, Andrew Ford Medina, lots of guts and there you have it -- a perfect way of releasing stress.

Residencia
The home of the Fekkers. The Spermies meet the Fekkers. Nakakaground na laptops. Enjoy dito. :D

Burger Machine
Pangtawid-gutom during those moolah-less days. XD

Balooooot
Penoy, mani, suha, choco-peanut butter, instant noodles, bacon, salted eggs, atbp. ;)

Nina's House
Again, the haven of the confused and disheartened spermies. Nina, thanks for the hearty breakfy and use of yer PC, sofa, dining table, cr, etc. :D

Malong>
Nina's Malong - nasa Residencia pa rin! Harharhar.

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ACKNOWLEDGMENT(cont'n.)(NOTE: This is the unpublished part (my version) which, due to some constraints, I was not able to include.)

I would like to thank my parents, for their love and support, both moral and financial. :D Yep, a cliche.. but still. Mommy's, Ninang's, Tita Aids', Tita Ana's, Mama Digs', and Ima's novena prayers, and offerings in the mass. Hugs to Daddy for his patience and willingness to wait for me during those long thesis days, and also for the constant reminder that our group can do it. Kisses to my sisters -- Chi and Chelle, who, i know, deep inside, prayed for me and wished our group well. Thanks to Dr. Patiu..if not for her support and guidance, our group would've gone astray. A shout out to Dr. Kabigting for allowing us to make the revisions. My special thanks to Ms. Dana, -- the best secretary in DLSU for me. (Ms, gawa na kayo ng yema, bibili nako.) To Dr. Paglomutan, our FINARES prof, Sir Co, our thesis adviser, our panelists, Ms. Go, Ms. Chiong and Sir Zamora, super dooper thanks! ;)

Thanks to my..aristokada - Chabs and Jaja (super thanks for waiting for us while waiting for the decision of our panelists, and for the support too. :D), Maan (thanks for the text messages), Shelby, Riza, and Reyda (Thanks for the neverending God bless's and Good Luck's. I really appreciate it. ;))

The ff. stuff helped me a lot. Our PC for those researches and typing jobs. My bed - i loved it the most during our thesis days. Java Cafe and Conserv - fave tambayan during our tier2capital computations. My big striped blue and white overnight bag - my trusty sleepover buddy.

Lastly (save the best for last), thanks to the Holy Father for all the lessons we've learned and for helping us go through all those super tough times. We really felt His intervention. :)

a frosh once again

2004-10-08T10:46:00.000+08:00

"Welcome to the real world", she said to me condescendingly. Take a seat, take your life. Plot it out in black and white...They love to tell you 'stay inside the lines', but something's better on the other side. I wanna run through the halls of my high school. I wanna scream at the top of my lungs. I just found out there's no such thing as the real world, just a lie you've got to rise above..I just can't wait til my 10 year reunion -- I'm gonna bust down the double doors. And when I stand on these tables before you, you will know what all this time was for.

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Here I am, a frosh once again. After 24 hours or so, I'll officially step into the real world -- and simultaneously be part of the millions of jobless feeflets (myles,2004).

After enjoying (?) my 'immortality' in my last sem in college, I'm now at a loss, fear and anxiety slowly taking over. With so many questions in my mind, i dunno exactly where to start. I just find comfort in the fact that many are just like me..lost, confused, afraid to commit mistakes, nervous, and paranoid (as usual *rolls eyes*).

There's a froshie in all of us, our alter ego, who always questions where we're heading, if we're doing the right thing and choices, and if we're brave enough to step into the 'real world'. 'Guess'll just have to fasten my seatbelt and just enjoy the ride of my life. XD

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REAL WORLD, HERE I COME!! *blag*

Yesterday -- 10072004. Rainy Thursday afternoon. We arrived at around 1:30 pm in school, (a bit early, bec the ceremony starts at exactly 3pm), we went to Aristo first, and we saw Jaja and Cathy. After a while, we went to java, and my parents ordered coffee and pasta. Sabi ko, dun ako sa Java tambay, sabi ni mommy, 'ahhh, d2 ka natutulog?' hihi. So after that, we went to Yuchengco already. My parents went ahead, and looked for an okay spot to sit, while I signed in the attendance sheet. As I'm sashaying my way to the row where my parents are seated in the Yuchengco auditorium, I missed that one little step, the heels of my shoes helping me to lose balance all the more. Sabi ko na e, madadapa ako! To cut the embarrassment, I quickly stood up from what seemed like a dog stand position, and said 'sorry' out loud to no one in particular. Some of the ushers were lookin' at me and also the guys carrying the flags. Nakakahiya tlga! XD I quickly went to my parents, and they gave me that do-i-know-you? look. When I was seated already, the gurl from the CBE office said to me in a loud voice (actually more of like a shout for me to hear it bec she's at the other side of the auditorium) "Tignan natin ung nilalakaran natin a", which made all the parents from the other side look at our side. Mas lalong nakakahiya!! After one minute, that was the time when I felt most embarrassed.

I now have my ‘third eye’ on my right knee. Good that my skirt was adjustable; I lowered it down to cover the blood and new layer of skin. That was my first taste of the real world - you have to go through some blunders, convince yourself that everything's going to be just fine, and just laugh it off. After that, my heart was racing at the thought of going up the stage and making a scene there. So when it was my turn, i took one step at a time, not really caring if i'm going too slow, bec if ever the D.O.’s would call my attention, I’d show them my wound. :D The ride home wasn't boring at all, with daddy joking about 'the scene' on our way from the school to our house. He said he would buy me a pair of red knee pads, to serve as protection on tomorrow's graduation. Lol.

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As I was slowly walking on the stage, I gave my biggest smile to Dr. Patiu. She was also flashing her smile on me. That's my way of thanking her for helping our group during those toughie times. She was a nice prof after all. :D I didn't really expect our group to 'bond' with her again. Dr. Subido, my OCE panelist said to me, 'Uy, gagraduate na sha..'. I'm so happy to hear that from her. One thing that made me smile all the more was when I heard the clapping of Chabi and Jaja. Super thanks, friends! :D I savored every moment while i was on the stage, I smiled when I bowed, I think I walked gracefully, nicely posed for the floro-foto team, and most of all, didn't trip on my way back to my seat.

I thought the CBE Recognition Day would be a boring one, but with Myles on my left, the funny and inspirational responses from my batchmates, the picture-taking with Nina, Reyda, Myles, Cherra and my parents, the pride I felt while I was on the stage, the scene that I've made and the bruise that went with it, yesterday was one of my fave moments in my dear alma mater.

Animo!