Happy New Year!

Listed below are the things, lessons, petty solutions I learned this year. It, or rather they, might not resemble a relevance to you, but heck… this is my blog. J Nevertheless, it would be splendid if you guys can relate. BTW, I rather take the bullets than write long sluggish essays about some badum-badum stuffs about my life. J And also, credits to the people (books and movies) behind this list, YOU GUYS ARE NO LESS THAN AWESOME! :D

•       People come and go, you have to accept it.
•       A lot of people will eventually disappoint you and you have to forgive them for that.
•     Ang ampalaya ay kinakain at hindi inaasal.
•      Prayer resolves everything.
•      Grades won’t define you! But study of course. :)
•      God rebukes you not to condemn you, but for you to learn.
•      Remember the past, but don’t dwell on it too much. It would just make you sick.
•      Stand in what you believe in!
•      Do not concern yourself with commodity fetishism; it will just leave you more anxious and undoubtedly penniless.
•      Be original by being you!
•      Mahalin mo ang course mo dahil ikaw at piling mga nilalang lang ang nakakaintindi niyan.
•      Take time to rest but please do not quit.
•      No words can describe your dreams, so pursue it.
•      You mustn’t hurry love but please be prepared for it.
•      You might think life is hard, but I tell you, it’s harder. :D
•      The best love stories are those written by God.
•      Sometimes, the best books aren’t found in National Bookstore. LOL. 
•      Cry once, twice, thrice but don’t make crying a habit.
•      Really, it’s better to be late than never.
•      Always have a plan B on everything.
•      Know that God is your utmost priority, not your studies, your social life or your freak of a love life.
•      Celebrities aren’t worth it. Trust me, I did a lot of fangirling for quite a heck of time.
•      Ignore/Throw away/Demolish/Bulldoze/Abhor all the things that might hinder you from living your life for God.
•      Think before you act.
•      Love isn’t blind so stop writing it on your slum book.
•      Disappoint Barack Obama or Mahatma Gandhi but don’t disappoint your God.
•      Apathy shouldn’t be practiced.
•      You are more precious than what you think you are.
•      Do not get a 7 am class.
•      Buy an alarm clock… or better yet, put a plug in alarm right inside your ears.
•      You won’t know unless you try.
•      Bigyang hustisya ang hindi nakakapag-aral. Mag-aral ka! Magliwaliw ka pag hindi na magulang mo ang nagpapaaral sa’yo. Mami-miss mo rin yan pag nagtrabaho ka na. J
•      Learn when to say „Yes“ and when to say „No“
•      Stop behaving like such a grumpy old crow.
•      Always bring an umbrella with you.
•      If you think you could do something productive in just sitting in front of a computer for twelve hours, better gather your senses before ‘tis too late.
•      Know God’s purpose for you because even a whole library cannot compensate for not knowing them.
•      And lastly, learn how to love more and to trust in the Lord at all times.

PINAKAMAMAHAL KONG MITA, NAWA AY LAGI MO NG ISAPUSO, ISAISIP AT ISAKALULUWA ANG MGA BAGAY NA NILAGAY MO DITO. MALAKI KA NA NAMAN, KAYA MO NA SIGURO IYAN. J ANYWAY, HAPPY NEW YEAR SA’YO! MAHAL KITA KAHIT NA BALIW KA! :D

Lay down the numbers

A scar?

I have one on my chin and it's somewhat circular (and it's quite big) . Had it on my first grade I think? You would notice it if you look closer.

Age?

Frozen on my seventeenth year. 

How are you feeling?

I feel zombified. I've been doing acad-ralated bumfs these past few days and it drained me, just like a leech sucking the blood out of me. 

What did you do last night?
I downloaded some e-books again. I updated my tumblr account coz I feel bad it might go ancient.
The last person to hug you?
My mum? And our head pastor (He is like a dad to me, to us all.) I felt relieved after that. Been wasted physically and mentally, their hugs are a comfort to me.
Favourite word?
Eternal and Love (favourite words)
Opinion on homosexuality?
Well, I am not comfortable being with lesbians/ bisexual-girls/girls-who-prefer-girls. But I have friends who are homosexuals, as in queers and gays. I love them. However, ... UGH. This is a very sensitive issue for me.
What did you do last weekend?
Got to force myself to start my project in Deutsch. 
Three most important things in your life?
God (He is my reason for living)
Family (My pride and  my support)
and Friends (my encouragement and the spices of my life)
Last time you cried?
Hmm, Friday. October 15. Due to exhaustion, over-fatigue and annoying groupmates. Also, I became an owl for 40 hours.
The last text you received?
Form a friend saying a simple good morning. But I bet it's a group message. :D
What makes you feel better when you’re upset?
When I pray and talk to God. He is such a good listener and a great strength-supplier.
What you look for in a guy/girl
I want to meet a guy who loves God more than he loves me. 
What  are you worried about at the moment?
Nothing serious. (Just thinking if I would be able to do my sister's collage without distorting/messing it up.)
What did you have for breakfast?
PANCIT CANTON. Little bro cooked it for me. (Sometimes he is just so sweet.)
Ever had your heart broken?
Should I be honest? -.- Okay fine. Yeah, i guess. Once. You know, infatuation sucks. hahahaha
Countries you’ve been?
I've never been to any country (I don't have the luxury okay?) But in my dreams i've been traveling the world. :>
Last person you texted?
Irene (a college friend). I told her I only got 9 units during the 1st batchrun of online enlistment. :| I think my text goes like this  >> I only got 9 units! Blech. <<
Dumbest thing you have ever done?
You know, it's hard to point somthing in particular when you have a lot to enumerate. :D
Opinion on drugs/alcohol?
Gives nothing but a pain in the *ss. 
Last person to kiss you?
Today, my mum kissed me on the forehead. :D
Favourite book?
My Bible, His Word. 
Ever dated someone younger than you?
For the record, I've never dated anyone. 
Last person you saw?
(This question is pointless but I'll, nonetheless, answer it) My cousin. He keeps jumping from places to places here in the living room.
Do you love anyone?
Of course. I am loved that's why I ought to love. Wait. You mean romantically? I don't think so. :D
Who is your best friend?
God. (it may sound cliche but it's true. Better leave it this way.)
Where you live, and what you like/dislike about it
I live in a small but happy house. My church and my relatives are just around the corner so I am very pleased about it. 
How many hours of sleep did you get last night?
Five hours. 
The person you like?
Secret. :P (The last thing I have in mind is to put myself in a dire situation, so I better not spill it.)
Your opinion on dating your ex.
I have no experience to share. But if you want a general opinion, hmmm, askdhjakshskhksfksh! STOP FANTASIZING YOUR EX!! There's a reason why you didn't end up together. (No, I'm not mad.)
Ever kissed a stranger?
I am not a perv.
What you want to do with your future
I want to be a diplomat (ambassador would be a lot cooler though) and to be a missionary too. :D
Are you happy?
I am always happy. =))
Ever been in love?
I am always in love. <3
The meaning behind your url
It sounds cool and mysterious and weird.
A question of your own
Would you be able to finish your race of faith?

Challenge accepted.

Have you read more than 6 of these books? The BBC believes most people will have read only 6 of the 100 books listed here. Instructions: Copy this into your NOTES. Bold those books you've read in their entirety, italicize the ones you started but didn't finish or read an excerpt. Tag other book nerds. Tag me as well so I can see your responses!

1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen

2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien

3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte

4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling 

5 To Kill  a Mockingbird - Harper Lee

6 The Bible -

7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte

8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell

9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman 

10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens - 

11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott

12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy

13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller

14 Complete Works of Shakespeare

15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier

16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien

17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulk

18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger 

19 The Time Traveler’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger 

20 Middlemarch - George Eliot

21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell

22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald 

24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy 

25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams

27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky 

28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck

29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll

30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame 

31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy

32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens

33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis 

34 Emma -Jane Austen 

35 Persuasion - Jane Austen

36 The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe - CS Lewis

37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini

38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres

39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden

40 Winnie the Pooh - A.A. Milne

41 Animal Farm - George Orwell

42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown

43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez

44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving

45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins

46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery 

47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy 

48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood 

49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding

50 Atonement - Ian McEwan

51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel  

52 Dune - Frank Herbert 

53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons

54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen

55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth

56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon

57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens - 

58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley

59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon

60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez 

61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck 

62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov

63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt

64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold

65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas

66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac 

67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy

68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding 

69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie 

70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville

71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens

72 Dracula - Bram Stoker

73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett

74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson

75 Ulysses - James Joyce

76 The Inferno - Dante

77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome

78 Germinal - Emile Zola

79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray

80 Possession - AS Byatt

81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens 

82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell

83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker

84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro

85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert

86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry

87 Charlotte’s Web - E.B. White

88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom

89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton

91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad

92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery 

93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks

94 Watership Down - Richard Adams

95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole

96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute

97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas

98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare

99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl

100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo-

It's been a long time.

It has been more than a month since I posted something of worth in this blog. I've been such a bummer lately, sleeping late trying to bug myself with some school stuffs I obviously hate doing. So here I am, taking the opportunity to type my memories out on what happened to me during those hibernating times. And of course, this is in no particular order (as always). 


- I attended my friend's debut party. It was crazy, fun and not to mention very... musical. (boo the description. I know.) I saw friends and schoolmates I haven't seen for almost two years. I saw my crush back in highschool (I do hope he won't get to see this coz if he does, i'll be damned.). 


- I got to take 2 tablets of Kremil S in span of seven hours. (Just to say, antacids should be taken once a day ONLY. My poor stomach!). Blessed enough I didn't suffer from gastric irritation. However, I got hyped and all that very night that my friends concluded it was because of those antacids. Of course they're joking. :))


- I got a a grade of 2.0 on my major's midterms. I didn't get depressed, just regretful that I have always been careless when answering an exam. But I know I would be able to redeem myself on the finals!


- Mein Laptop war kaputt. Nasira yung laptop ko nung birthday ni Papa. I got so pissed I couldn't help but cry. huhuhuhu. My papers and projects are all there! My e-books! My movies! My ever beloved Minesweeper!  But I got guilty and felt remorse having to feel and think that way. I got so trivial once again and I did hate myself for that. I failed God that time. But I didn't dwell much on that fact. I gathered myself up and prayed afterwards, asking for His forgiveness that I became such a traveling cynic. 


Lesson learned: DO NOT PREOCCUPY YOURSELF WITH PETTY AND INCONSEQUENTIAL THINGS THAT WON'T DO ANYTHING BUT TO PISS YOU HARDCORE!


Well, well, well. This is it for know. I have other things to do. Goodbye!

Fragments

Today, I want to be boundless. The fact that I won’t care even if the world sucks big time thrills me more than anything else in the world. No. I am neither being apathetic nor lethargic here.  If you were in my place, even you might not be able to explain it.

Today, I wouldn’t dare open the television. I would close my eyes so as not to provoke any bad aura. Then I would shut my ears, devoid of any human fumes, those endless seethes that seem to deaf me.

Today, I would try to forget my problems. I would lock them up in the deepest recesses of this fragile unconscious part of mine. Fastened.  Silenced.

Today, I wouldn’t read nor write. I would curb these imploring ideas; let them die in this hiatus I am letting myself to take.

Today, I wouldn’t dare think of passing any oral or written exams that I have to take. Let me remind myself that those craps won’t be able to define me. Not now. Not ever.

Today, I wouldn't cry, even a tear won't be shed. Let these emotions banish, fade like bubbles in thin air.

For once, I want to free myself from the world’s bondage. Being detached from this domain of norms and fixations was once my dream.

But I know even if I dare, these portions that I keep on pushing out of my life would still sneak their way through me. And no matter how I suppress it, they just won’t leave me. These imperfections, as long as I live, will always hold a fragment of me. 

Believe me. I'm touched.

Dear Sam,

I wrote you something good. I wrote you a letter on yellow paper, longhand. I followed the margins carefully, kept it tidy---as you like it tidy. I wrote it the way they taught us how to write letters in grade school, with the date and place and time on the upper right part of the page, except that I made sure I wouldn’t scare you with my grade schooler’s penmanship; not making the lower case letters look like screaming capital letters. I also made sure that my periods didn’t look like commas, and my commas didn’t look like drowning letter i’s as they usually do. I wrote it in class while my professor was plotting Foucault’s panopticon on the whiteboard. He drew it so badly I had to write something else. I wrote you something. And I think it was my best.

I wrote you of the day we talked about Hemingway lost at sea while eating the whole fish from Dampa the two of us couldn’t finish. I wrote you of us, that day we slow danced---my first slow dance ever---alone in my room as George sang Something for us on my player. I wrote you, in italics, how gracefully the street lights glide from your hands on your knees, to your arms, to your face every time I drive you home. I wrote you a letter which sang of feelings I’ve yet to tell anyone else. Feelings I’ve never written down. Feelings I only admitted to myself then. I wrote you something. And I think it was my best.

I folded it thrice, lengthwise, crosswise, then diagonally. I taped it under a desk, not mine, so I’d forget where I placed it. It’s there. Somewhere. I wrote you something, Sam, and yes, I think it was my best.

Let me try, now, to write that letter again. Remember the same words, use the same punctuations, work the same syntax, make the same sense, and hope it would tell the same. Let me fail once. Let me fail again. Let me fail again and again and again and again. Let every attempt be second best. On the day that you find that I’ve written my best, don’t tell me that you’ve read it. Tape the letter under a desk and tell me you lost it. And I’ll gladly try again.

Yours,

DLSP

(Love Letter Writing THIRD PLACE : Dino Pineda, 4th year CW, UP Writer's Club)

This is ohmigahd. What's not there to like love? It's amazing how people could express 

so much just by writing a few sentence. I just wish things would work out well for both of them. kyaaaaaa~ 

The fruit of my Tagalog idiocy

31 Charles Crescent, Primrose Hill, N.W.

London, 31 Januar 1889.

Teuerer Freund!

Vor allem schreibe ich dir, dass ich an dem Trauer  Osterreich und ein deinemTeilnahme. Das Unglück welches das Osterreicheres Volk litt, ist zu groß , dass man auch hier sympathisiert. Aber es sind doch Völker die weit unglücklicher sind, sind für welche dieses Unglück, ware  es möglich, gewiss als Glück gelten wird.

Deinen Brief habe ich empfangen, und sage dir wärmsten Dank in dem Namen meines Vaterlandes, weil du die Präsidentenschaft angenommen hast. Fürchte nicht, ich will dich nicht kompromittieren, wenn du das auch Wohl meines Vaterlandes es verlaute. Wir wollen das Glück der Philippinen, aber durch Edelmut und Wahrheit, denn wir stehen ja auf unserem Rechte, und wir brauchen  nicht, Unrecht zu tun. Müsste ich unedel handeln, um mein Vaterland glücklich zu machen, so werde ich verzichten zu tun, denn ich bin sicher dass was auf Sand aufgebaut ist, früher oder später wird zusammenfallen.

Nein, fürchte nicht; haben wir Recht, so müssen wir Recht haben, trotz den Frayles u. dergl.m. und wäre es uns unmöglich, heute unsere Feinde zu besiegen, Morgen wird kommen, ein anderer Tag wird scheinen, denn es muss ja einen Gott der Gerechtigkeit geben, sonst werden wir atheist.

Ich habe Casal’s Buch schon gelesen, und bedaure sehr dass es Casal untergezeichnet hat. Man hat mir aus Madrid geschrieben, dass der Verfaner ein Frayle war; Casal kennst die Philippinen nicht noch die Bevölkerung; er hat als Kind, Philippinen verlassen, wurde hier erzogen, und als er dahin kehrte, seine Aufenthalt war so kurz –kürzer wie meine –dass er die Zustände der Bevölkerung nicht richtig lernen kennen konnte. Außerdem, Casal ist ein glückliches Mann, er hat nur mit glückliches und Machtigen verkehrt, er ist mit den Zuständen der Philippinen zufrieden, er hat ein schönes hinkommen, er wohnt nicht da, wozu wollte er den Quijotismo begehen paraendezar entuertos y defender al dewalido? Sicherlich wird seine Nachkommenschaft spanisch, und es wäre die größte Thorheit für die Philippinen kämpfen, wenn man alle Hoffnungen auf Spanien setzt.

Ich habe schon an Herrn Schadenberg ein Noli me Tangere hingeschickt : obwohl ich es ein geschrieben ließ, doch zweifleich, er käme es bekommen.

Jose Rizal

31 Charles Crescent, Primrose Hill, N.W.

London, ika-31 ng Enero 1889

Mahal kong kaibigan,

Una sa lahat, ako ay lumiham sa iyo upang ipabatid na kasama mo ako at ng buong Austriya sa inyong pighati. Kahit ang mga kasamahan ko dito’y nagdadalamhati sa kasawian na dinanas ng mga mamayan ng Austriya. Subalit mayroon pang mga taong mas kapus-palad kung saan ang ganitong kasawian ay maituturing pang kapalaran.

Natanggap ko na ang iyong liham at sa ngalan ng aking inang bayan, nais kong ipaalam sa iyo na ako’y lubos na nagagalak sa pagtatanggap mo sa puwesto ng pagkapangulo. Huwag kang mabahala, hindi kita isusubo sa kompromiso, kahit pa sabihing ito’y para sa kapakanan ng aking bayan. Wala kaming ibang nais kundi ang kaligayahan ng aming bansa, ngunit ibig naming itong makamit sa marangal at makatuwirang paraan, dahil ang katuwiran ay labis naming pinahahalagahan, marapat lamang na hindi kami gumawa ng hindi tama.  Kung kailangan kong gumawa ng masama para sa kaligayahan ng aking inang bayan, ako’y tatanggi sapagkat anumang itinayo sa buhanginan, di kalaunan ay guguho din.

Magkagayo’y wala kang dapat katakutan. Kung parati tayong nakapinid sa kung ano ang husto, asahang ang katuwiran ay laging nasa ating panig, sa kabila ng represyon ng mga prayle at ng iba pang tao. At kung imposible pa sa ngayon na tuluyan nating magapi ang ating mga kaaway, darating pa rin ang umaga kaalinsabay ng pagdating ng isa pang araw, sapagkat mayroon pa ring Diyos ng hustisya, kung hindi’y tayo ay maituturing nang mga ateista.

Nabasa ko na ang libro ni Casal at ako’y labis na nalulungkot na ito’y kanyang pinirmahan . Lumiham sa akin ang mga nasa Madrid at sinabing ang may katha ay isang prayle. Ang Pilipinas o kahit ang mga mamayan nito’y hindi lubos na kilala ni Casal. Lumisan siya ng bansa nang siya’y musmos pa lamang.  Siya’y nag-aral dito at nang siya’y bumalik ng Pilipinas, saglit lamang siyang nanatili –higit na maikli kaysa sa pananatili ko –kaya’t hindi na niya nagawang magkaroon ng sapat na kaalaman ukol sa mga mamamayan nito. Bukod doon ay isa ring masayahing tao si Casal at nakikihalubilo lamang siya sa mga katulad niyang mapalad at makapangyarihan at dahil doon, kuntento na siya sa kasalukuyang kalagayan ng Pilipinas. Kumikita siya ng malaki kahit na hindi siya doon nakatira. Samakatuwid, bakit kailangan pa niyang magpasailalim sa kihotismo para lamang maituwid ang kabaluktutan at maipagtanggol ang mga mahina? Ang kanyang mga desendyente ay malamang na mga Kastila at isang malaking kahangalan na makipaglaban para sa Pilipinas kung ang pananalig ng tao’y nakalagak sa Espanya.

Naipadala ko na kay Ginoong Schadenberg ang kopya ng Noli me tángere. Datapwat ipinadala ko ito bilang isang rehistradong liham, may agam-agam pa rin ako kung matatanggap niya iyon.

Jose Rizal 

Petty dilemma

Pardon me.  


Oh-kay. Here it goes. I am downloading e-books from the net and guess what? I am hating it. I don't have any qualms about e-books. Really. However, I am planning to build (whatever the right term is) a home library for me and for my siblings.


I would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves.  ~Anna Quindlen

Again in my case, siblings. I want to indulge them, as much as possible, in reading books of any kind. So, I want desire to have the actual copy of the books. 
Also, there's this excitement you get in an actual book. Believe me, there is.  The ancient smell (even if how awful it is) makes me very at ease. 


I know every book of mine by its smell, and I have but to put my nose between the pages to be reminded of all sorts of things.  ~George Robert Gissing


See? This is what I'm saying. It may sound weird but I want to stick my nose in every good book I know, no matter how chronologically challenged they are. And obviously, I can't do it to e-books. pssssssh. But then, it is very hard for me to avail every book the I want (it's as if it won't cost me much). hay dilemma.


Would I be so impractical if I'll buy a book that I have already read in e-book? 

I am being random again.

Since I feel like randomizing my post (it's as if I have a choice. I'm forever random.), I'm going to post the most random thing I could say (or do? whichever) Gahd. =.=  I'm a failure in describing myself. Anyway, here they go...

1. I’m a t-shirt person… but I also take delight in tees. I’m comfortable this way. I hate wearing miniskirts, sleeveless and even very tight blouse. Definitely not a fashionista. Minsan makikita mo ko na parang basurera lang sabi ng nanay ko. hahaha!

2. I’m getting fatter every single day.  My weight is directly proportional to my college residency. Well, I don’t see it as a bad thing, it’s just that I couldn’t wear some of my pants anymore. :(

3. I have an earring only on my left ear. 

4. On a typical Filipina’s height. But I’m currently engaging myself to stretching lessons with my boardmates so as to gain even an inch.

5. I got my physical attributes from father’s side. And mind you, he is very adamant about it.

6. My hair’s red… hahaha. Dream on. It’s really brownish in color.

7. No tattoos for me. quite messy and it just won’t suit me. Seriously, I would look like a hippie wannabe.

8. Possesses a frenzied smile. :) Not in a scary type of way though. HOHOHO. no joke. I smile a lot… I don’t know. Sometimes it just shows up without me trying to.

9. I always use nail polish to practically harass my nails. 

10. No make-up for me… at least on a daily basis. Parang feeling ko kase my mask lagi na nakapatong sa mukha ko, ang bigat lang.

11. I am no conformist. I hate confining myself to the norms and common fetishisms. Why? Because I find it too unhealthy for me. Minsan lang talaga ang sakit nila sa ulo na tipong nakakaiyak na lang. whew.
12. My life is an open book. (cut and abridged of course :>)
13. No alcoholic drinks for me and of course, no smoking.
14. I am physically weak. Yeah. My sicknesses are taking their shifts on me.
15. I laugh as if I'm going to die any minute.
16. I have a thing for books and more books and much more books. 
17. I was once an owl. Then after 3000 years I evolved into a worm. But because of aggressive civilization, I formed into a human being. Actually, nababaliw lang ako ngayon. hahahaha!
18. I speak german and spanish and weirdo language. 
19. I dreamt am dreaming of having my own international bestselling book.
20. I write random things when I'm bored (like this? yeah like this. HOHO.)
21. I am a girl with big dreams. 
22. My favorite color is green. I don't love arguing and I am definitely not born on the seventeenth. xD
23. I have never riden on a plane. Poor me. :( 
24. I once wished on taking up these courses: Psychology, Chemistry, Biology, Interior Design, Architecture, Journalism, Creative Writing and Chemical Engineering. 
25. I have a new crush and his name is Aaron Samuels. I still keep the old ones though. LOLOLOLOL :)))
26. I am a fan of UAAP basketball games.
27. I love colorful pens and more pens and much more pens.
28. I am partly emotional. and full-time abnormal. :)))
29. I hate hating things but I just can't avoid it sometimes. :(
30. I am no fan of numbers, variables and equations of any sort.
31. I love slippers pero never akong naging fan ng Havaianas. Kung may magbibigay, ayos lang, pero kung ako mismo bibili sa sarili ko dahil wala lang... no thanks. 
32. I am the eldest child. I have a brother(13 yrs old) and a sister (9 yrs old).
33. I have two awesoooooome parents. <3
34. I sleep like a log. 
35. I would never allow you to touch my ears or my knees. :)))) 




36. I am zoooooo zleepy I better end thizzz pozzzzt. 

Me being a tea junkie.

Say hello to me and to my Kas readings.

Last Wednesday, me and my roommates had this tea galore in Moonleaf at Maginhawa. I ordered Pearl Milk Tea ( I remember Char saying it tastes like grass.hahaha.). I quite enjoy our stay there despite being not comfortable with the place. I don't know if it was just me being not in the mood (and hungry) or really the people and the noise. Anyhow, I still got the chance to scan my readings for Kas2 (talking about Kas2, that freaking quiz was so hard the only way to get over it is to laugh). 

Pearl Milk Tea. Anyone?

No dear. I am definitely no RIAN. We just planned to change our names to...  avoid stalkers. hahahaha. Kidding aside, it's cool trying out different names when buying tea or even frappucino in Starbucks. Imma try Blake Lively or Enchong Dee next time. How about Megan Fox? LOL. Gonna expect weird stares of course.

Back to my tea ramblings, I wasn't we weren't able to finish our teas. To be honest, I didn't appreciate it much. I love tea but my hunger just creeps me out I even had goosebumps (I do mind giving some scientific explanations so back-off). hahahahaha! I just decided to take it home and drink it after satisfying the lion inside my stomach.

And so there. I'll let the pictures say it all.

P.S. We saw Megan Young with... errr, I don't know. Anyway, she's zooooo pretty I want to paste her on my wall. :D


(photos courtesy of Kiezzsa Cruz)

My frog prince

                 A cool wind whipped across the MRT Station, causing me to shiver and to hunch into my jacket. This was one of the December mornings that always put my mind into haze. The whole station’s jam-packed, mostly students and office employees trying to catch the first trip. I was still standing right at the ticket booth, telling myself for the third time to buy a ticket.

                    “This is ridiculous,” I told myself. I was standing right outside the MRT like an idiot, freezing to death, because I couldn’t gather the courage to enter.

                     After minutes of battling with myself, I finally made my way through the MRT, inching past the tangle of bodies to find a seat. After finding the last available free space I could find, I leaned against the seat and sighed deeply, “It’s been two years now, but it still hurts like hell.”

                    Two years had passed but Ricos’ memories had lingered. And I couldn’t deny that I was still helplessly in love with him. Though he was not the very first person I loved, he was at least the first one who really took my heart away. But each time the reality of the situation that was plaguing me began to creep into the edges of mind, I pushed it away, refusing to dwell on it during the mental hiatus I was allowing myself to take.

                    Despite my deep thinking, my sharp senses alerted me every time the door opens. And when I glance at the door, a woman came into view. Based on her looks, she was probably about my age. The woman was so pretty, with her Japanese delicate features she looked almost unreal. She had long silky-smooth hair that flowed freely down to her waist. And even with her white blouse and faded jeans, she still stood out on the crowd. Her refined face defied all rules of humanity.

                    She sat at a vacant place in front of me. And when I glanced at her, I was surprised to see her looking at me, half smiling. I smiled back. That’s when I noticed that the lady looked familiar. I was looking intently at her trying to remember where I saw her, when a voice was heard announcing that we were already in Shaw Boulevard Station. When I got out of the MRT, I saw a wallet lying on the ground. So I picked it up only to find out that it was the lady’s wallet. I hurried my way down the stairs hoping that the lady was still close. Luckily, I found her.

                    “Excuse me,” I said. She looked towards my direction and gave out a smile. “I think this is yours.”

                    “Oh! Thank you,” she said. I just smiled at her and when I turned to head towards my way, she stopped me.

                    “Wait!” she exclaimed. Confused, I turned to her. ”Since it’s because of you that I had my wallet back,” she paused, then let out a smile, “let me at least treat you a coffee or something.”

                   I was not really hungry or even in the mood for chitchat that morning. But still, I felt that something or rather someone was pushing me to grab the lady’s offer. “Sure. I know a place that offers great varieties of coffee,” I said shamelessly.

                “By the way, I’m Reika. Reika Sawajiri. And you are?” she asked coyly while offering a hand.

                   “Theresa,” I said simply. But when I touched her hand, I felt something odd. I felt like somehow, there was a bond between us that I have just recently discovered. But I instantly dismissed the idea.

                    “I really missed this place,” I said while sipping from my mocha frappe. The walk from the station was ten minutes, and it was enough to know more about Reika. When we had our orders, we sat at the bench outside Coffee Haven.

                    “It’s like you’re often here,” she said

                    “Not really. It’s just that it witnessed all of my failures in life and, of course, in love.” I said simply. “This was the very same place where my last heartbreak happened,” I said with a hint of distress in my voice. “Let’s change the topic, I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

                    “No. It’s ok. I also want to listen, of course if you wouldn’t mind,” she said smiling though I felt sympathy from her. It was so odd that when I was with Reika, strange warmth suffused me, a sense of peacefulness only a true friend could give, and that for me only Ricos could give. It’s like Reika and I have been friends for a long time.

                   “Few of my relationships over the years had resulted in the frogs I’d kissed remaining frogs,” I said, “not one of them turning into a Prince Charming, not until he came. I really thought he would be perfect, but he turned out to be just like them. Or maybe, I was the one at fault, I was the one who caused him to go away,” I said smiling bitterly.

                    “Don’t blame yourself. Maybe he had personal reasons for leaving you,” she said. “Like, he doesn’t want you to get hurt or to suffer because of him.”

                   “Ricos is the most sensitive person I have ever met. He’s always not in the mood. He always thinks he’s superior and others should follow him. Most of the time, he brags about the things he have and often tells us that no matter how hard we try, we cannot be on his level. But you know what?” I asked while holding my tears “Even if others see him as a braggart and a self- absorbed person, he still has the gentlest heart, a heart that gives selflessly and unconditionally. That’s why even if he doesn’t love me anymore, even if I’m hurting, I’m still hoping that someday he will come back,” I said, then finally poured my heart out.

                    “Even if friendship is the only thing he could offer?” she asked hesitantly.

                    “Yes, even if friendship is the only thing he could offer,” I answered

                   I felt so connected to her, as though we had known each other for many years. How strange all of this was. Yet it was wonderful too.

                “This is odd,” I said, then looked at her. “I was actually beginning to believe that somehow, I did know you.”

                   She smiled and without a word, she grabbed my arms and hugged me tightly as if we have just seen each other after years of parting.

                 “Sometimes you have to adjust your brain to hear what you’re heart already knows.”

                    Then it finally struck me! I had finally grasped the reason for the sincerity I had felt. The person in front of me was the very same person who let me feel how to be treasured dearly. I didn’t know what to do. I sank onto the bench and scooted into the middle, accurately aware that my legs were trembling so badly, they were about to give way beneath me. I drew a shuddering breath, and then looked directly at Reika who was standing in front of me. I opened my mouth to speak, but my lips wavered, soundless.

                    “I’m sorry for everything, for lying to you and for letting you live in the shadow of a lie. I didn’t mean to, but I just can’t hide it anymore,” he said, “I couldn’t offer you my heart … but I could offer you my life.”

                    I hugged him. The only shadow hovering over me is the realization that I would never see Ricos again. But the thought of having him as Reika is far better than not seeing him at all.

                   And for a while, I wanted to have this world only for the two of us. For a while, I wanted to be with this man I had learned to love and accept. And for a while, I wanted to dream that he was still the person I used to love. Though I knew that this was just for a while, I couldn’t help but to savor this stolen moment, to believe that this maybe forever.

                   Before reality awoke me, I wanted to feel that even for a while….