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When you can talk about erotic, sexy, lustful, and dirty things for hours and hours on end..
and it doesn't change the way things are. :))

Hello, CRENGG!
Or should I say.. TIGASS? :)))

Hey, let the sinless cast the first stone :P



Cramming for tomorrow's report on liberal feminism for PanPil19.

Yes, you read it right folks, I have a class tomorrow, A SUNDAY. Our beloved professor, whom I fondly nicknamed as "Grandmama" would be out for four meetings in August so she wanted to give us an advanced make-up class. And since most of us had Saturday and Monday classes, the only free day for everyone was this Sunday. Which actually sucks, because hello, Sunday. SUNDAY. You never touch Sunday. Sunday is acads-free day. I never spend Sundays anywhere else other than with my family.

(Oh wait, I'm suddenly reminded of high school Sabayan practices. But still. That isn't entirely academically related.. it was for a competition. So, not counted.)

Anyway, I have been looking for the PDF file of our required reading for quite some time already but I just couldn't. I failed to go to the Main Lib last Friday because one of my groupmates told me the topic is easily searchable online. Well, thank God for my friend Enzo who was luckily still awake and helped me look for a parallel reading copy in text format. Nonetheless, I'm still somehow panicking because I haven't read the entire thing thoroughly.

Thank God Grandmama isn't that strict when it comes to reporting. However, slacking and not reading are inexcusable. So yeah. I want to make good tomorrow.

I have to change the topic lest I explode out of stress.

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*insert fangirl screaming*

Fact: Megan Fox is hands down, the hottest, most kick-ass babe to ever walk the planet. I'm as girly as a lifetime of pink frills and Barbie dolls, but man I can't help but feel so lesbo when I see her on screen! Haha. (I just had to say that.) But of course the movie itself was just made out of pure awesome. The action scenes were just amazing, thanks in large part to the great visual effects. They look so real -- for a while I actually believed all cars might secretly be Autobots or Decepticons. Haha. Of course, I won't spoil any of you guys because it is really worth watching on the big screen. I'm telling you, YOU HAVE GOT TO SEE IT NOW.


I am surprisingly saddened about Michael Jackson's passing considering that I am not a fan. What really hurt me about his sudden death was that he was supposed to make a big comeback. After everything he's been through -- pedophile cases, huge financial debts, declining music career -- I can't help but root for him. He is the King of Pop for Pete's sake, but he turned into a big joke, with everyone making fun of his big fake nose and eerily white skin. But despite all that, he is still Michael Jackson, probably one of the greatest musicians of all time and he deserved to redeem himself, even for the last time. So it really, really breaks my heart that he didn't even get that chance. Right now, Rock With You is playing inside my head. He will be sorely missed. RIP Michael Jackson.

Another was that of Farah Fawcett's. I also am not a big fan of her but I used to watch reruns of Charlie's Angels on Star World when I was in grade school. I remember my mom telling me stories about how she and her two sisters would pretend to be the Angels and play like the super spies. I always wanted to try her famous hairdo because it looked so uncomplicated and refreshing. And she always had that big smile on her face. RIP Farah Fawcett.

I wonder how my parents' generation feels right now. Two of the most iconic people from their time passed away in one day. People they used to scream for, watch, idolize, just suddenly gone. What would happen to me (and us) when our pop icons die? Of course the world won't stop turning but suddenly everything will change. It's like a part of your childhood or adolescence would die along with them too. It's as if life is giving you one huge reality check, that the past is really in the past, that time is moving quickly and you are growing older. Sigh.

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I'm afraid I might regret my decision of watching Transformers instead of researching early for this report. However, the mere thought of the bragging rights I get for seeing it on its opening weekend -- oooh, priceless. Haha :))

I'm off to sleep.
Buona notte!


The battlefield that is college.

It has only been two weeks and already so much has happened.

How is second year life so far? Not much difference from last year's other than, I suppose, less awkwardness and a huge sense of familiarity. My eyes don't sparkle in awe every time I step into one of the gigantic buildings, my legs don't ache from all the walking, my ears don't yearn for the public address bell anymore -- in short, I am used to college. UP is now really my second home.

Everything is a blur. I still haven't wrapped my head around my schedule. All I know is that I get off at 2:30 or 1:00. Sometimes I meet up with friends, sometimes I go straight home. More and more recognizeable faces greet me along the hallways, but it takes me 2 seconds to remember where I've met them. My roommate is sick. More and more papers are piling up. Half of my coins already went to photocopying readings. I'm running out of yellow paper.

The thing I'm worried about is that because college, like an old comfortable t-shirt, has already become so au fait with me, I don't feel excited anymore. Stress is creeping up to me, and yes I admittedly feel relieved that finally boredom and idleness have a reason to crawl out of my system, but I feel like a machine already. And this early into the sem! I need some oiling! I feel like a squeaking, mechanical robot. I need a push. And no, not a new crush.

Maybe I just need to watch Transformers? Since everyone is talking about it..

Nakaka-tibo :))

I have a strong feeling this has got to do with the weather.
Or hormones.
Or the fact that I haven't been eating ice cream for God knows how long.
Or maybe I just feel alone, and I need to go back home and curl up in my own bed.

Oh, I wonder how the rest of the year will be like.
Let's hope I've got enough optimism in store to keep me going :)


Reasons Why Papa is The Greatest Guy On The Planet.

- He still insists on playing Wii and other fun games with me and Mommy.
- He buys me the complete DVDs of my favorite series and movies even when I'm not asking him to buy for me.
- He hugs and kisses me before he leaves and when he arrives -- even whem I'm already 17, hehe.
- He always texts Mommy and me before and after he boards a plane for his business travels.
- He brings home yummy tempura because he knows it's my favorite dish.
- He serves the church and the community religiously.
- He knows everything -- from literature, to science, to history. I can ask him about anything and he will always always always give me the right answer. I really think he's the smartest man ever :D
- He doesn't say no when it comes to books.
- He and I can talk about anything, from the littlest things like shoes to the big issues like sex. And no awkwardness whatsoever. Our conversations can stretch out for hours and we wouldn't be running out of things to talk about.
- He tolerates Mommy and me's kakikayan (and kasungitan, hehe)
- Even when he gets mad at us sometimes, he still always hugs us and makes lambing.
- He loves his family so much. His love for his mother, siblings, aunts, and other relatives is beyond words.
- He willingly sacrifices if it would be for other people's happiness.
- He can sing along to Craig David and Usher!!! And The Corrs, hehe.
- He allows me to go to gimmicks that my mom won't, hehe.
- He always tells me stories about his childhood.
- He explains everything so well. Everything he discusses with you will make you feel convinced in the end.
- He makes sound and reasonable judgment. He doesn't let emotions get in the way.
- He only spanked me once in my life :D
- He spoils Mommy and me, hihi.
- He always forgives me even if I'm not the most well-behaved daughter out there.
- He finds a way to solve the problems all the time.
- We both love vanilla ice cream. We can eat vanilla ice cream forever!
- He still kisses me good night.
- He is an excellent tour guide because he reads too many travel books.. but I'm better than him. Hehe. He panicked when we were at the Subway.
- He loves taking pictures of anything using his digicam.
- He brings me and Mommy to wherever we want to go -- from Vegas to New York! :D
- He loves watching superhero movies with me.
- He always calls and checks on me, just like Mommy. But he is not makulit. Hehe.
- He shoos away the cats that stay in front of our gate because he understands my fear of them.
- He says "I love you" to Mommy and me everyday.

I can write this list forever and I still wouldn't run out of things to say about Papa. He is not the typical strict or disciplinarian dad, but I have great respect for him because despite every negative thing you could say about him, there is a genuinely loving and caring person inside. He never spoiled me like the dads on TV with credit cards and cold hard cash that were spent by their bratty little daughters -- he spoiled me with love and kisses and hugs. I am so lucky to have him as my father. I don't know what Mommy and I would do without him :)

If not having any siblings meant I would have my parents as my best friends, then that's not so bad after all.

Forever the Papa's girl :)

Belated Happy Father's Day, Papa!
I love you!



Source: The Manila Times
By: Mark J. Macapagal

In your life, you’ll make note of a lot of people. Ones with whom you shared something special, ones who will always mean something. There’s the one you first kissed, the one you first loved, the one you lost your virginity to, the one you put on a pedestal, the one you’re with …and the one that got away.

Who is the one that got away?

I guess it’s that person with who everything was great, everything was perfect, but the timing was just wrong. There was no fault in the person, there was no flaw in the chemistry, but the cards just didn’t fall the right way, I suppose. I believe in the fact that ending up with someone, finding a long time partner that is, does not lie merely in the other person. I can actually argue that an equal part, or maybe even the greater part, has to do with the matter of timing.

It has to do with you being ready to settle down and commit to someone in a way that goes beyond the little niceties of giddy romance. How often have you gone through it without even realizing it? When you’re not ready to commit in that mature manner, it doesn’t matter who you’re with, it just doesn’t work. Small problems become big; inconsequential become deal breakers simply because you’re not ready and it shows. It’s not that you and the person you’re with are no good; it’s just that it’s not yet right, and little things become the flashpoint of that fact.

Then one day you’re ready. You really are. And when this happens you’ll be ready to settle down with someone. He or she may not be perfect, they might not be the brightest star of romance to ever have burned in your life, but it’ll work because you’re ready. It’ll work because it’s the right time and you’ll make it work. And it’ll make sense, it really will. The day comes when you’re finally making sense of things, and you find yourself to be a different person. Things are different, your approach is different, you finally understand who you are and what you want and you’ve become ready because the time has truly arrived. And mind you, there’s no telling when this day will come.

Hopefully you’re single… but you could be in a long-term relationship, you could be married with three kids, it doesn’t matter. All you know is that you’ve changed, and for some reason, the one that got away, is the first person you think about. You’ll think about them because you’ll wonder, "What if they were here today?" You’ll wonder, "What if we were together now, with me as I am and not as I was?"

That’s what the one that got away is. The biggest "What if?" you’ll have in your life.

If you’re married, you’ll just have to accept the fact that the one that got away, got away. Believe me, no matter how fairy tale you think your marriage is, this can happen to the best of us. But hopefully you’re mature enough to realize that if you’re already with the one you’re with, that this is just another test of your commitment, one which will just strengthen your marriage when you get past it. Sure, you’ll think about him/her every so often, but it’s alright. It’s never nice to live with a "might have been," but it happens.

Maybe the one that got away is the one who’s already married. In which case it’s the same thing. You just have to accept and know that your memories of that person will probably bring a nice little smile to your lips in the future when you’re old and gray and reminiscing.

But if neither of that is the case, then it’s different. What do you do if it’s not yet too late? Simple… find him, find her. Because the very existence of a "one that got away" means that you’ll always wonder, what if you got that one? Ask him out to coffee; ask her out to a movie, it doesn’t matter if you’ve dropped in from out of nowhere. You’d be surprised, you just might be "the one that got away" as well for the person who is your "the one that got away." You might drop in from out of nowhere and it won’t make a difference.

If the timing is finally right, it’ll all just fall into place somehow. And it would be a great feeling, if in the end, you’d be able to say to someone, "Hey you, you’re the one that almost got away."


Haha :))

Minsan hindi ko maiwasang isipin kung pinapatamaan ba talaga ko ng mga bagay-bagay sa mundo eh. :P

Things always turn out for the best in the end. I still believe in that :)

(Got this from Cams! Thanks, Cams :D)


Eh sana nasa UP na ako ngayon oh.

I guess I was alone in my prayers for classes to resume on the 9th. UP Diliman has joined the bandwagon and has postponed its classes until the 16th for health precautions against the A(H1N1) virus. And also because of the complete enrollment fail for most students, thanks to last weeks heavy rains.

Most people are enjoying the one-week extension of summer. Meanwhile, I am not. I have got nothing to do at home; NOTHING, but stare at the computer all day long. For a while it feels like the best thing in the world, but now I'm just so sick of it.

(It's ironic though that I am blogging about this.)

I just want to go out and live a life already. I need to feel the stress and pressure of school again: surprise quizzes, rushed group reports, crucial review papers -- everything! I know I have the tendency to procrastinate and be lazy, but I want to crave for the feeling of idleness again. I want to be so stressed, lying down would be necessary not because I have nothing better to do but because I am loaded with priorities and I just need to relax for a bit.

I don't get myself. I apparently crave for stress. I work better when stressed. I get better results when I push myself harder, and not when things are just going smoothly. Right now, I feel like so indolent and unproductive. GOD, I NEED A DISTRACTION.

(Let's see two weeks from now if I'd still be saying the same thing.)

Today is Inna and I's roommate anniversary. Well not really, our first night was June 8. But still. Our first real "day" together was today. WOW. Has it really been a year? I will not be all dramatic and nostalgic about this, but I will share one funny anecdote that happened twelve months ago.

So we just moved in and we had nothing to do. In high school, the things we mostly talked about were UAAP, basketball, and Chris Tiu. Oh, and sometimes the same love-hate feeling towards our beloved Miss Pepito. But of course we can only talk about so much in like, four hours together. I began to worry. "What if we run out of things to say!?" I started asking myself. Being the talker that I am, I felt pressure to kept opening up new conversations. I guess she felt that too because we began contemplating on even the most mundane things on the planet.

But alas, after some hours, there was silence. Inevitable, deafening silence. Our first day -- and we already ran out of things to talk about! So, I suggested we open the radio I brought. Thank goodness for the radio, right? However, to our disappointment, most radio stations were playing old boring tunes at that time. We didn't need beerhouse songs, you know.

And so..


I know, I know, what were we possibly thinking, I hear you ask. Well, we weren't. So for the next few minutes, we lay in our beds listening as Myrna typed her novel late at night despite her parents effort to stop her from pursuing her dreams. We listened as this one guy fought for their love despite the impossible circumstances. Wow, the beauty of cheesy radionovelas. We couldn't control our laughter! :))

And now here we are, twelve months, a Chris Tiu experience, a rat encounter, and lots of all-nighters later. We ended up having a TV, if you guys are wondering: a TV smaller than your average filler, and has no ABS-CBN. *tear* But at least we were able to watch Project Runway, and yes of course, the UAAP.

Ewww, nene pa kamiiiiii :)))))
JULY LANG 'TO!? :))))

One year down, [x] more to go! :D

Okay, I'm off to meet my high school friends now. Ciao!


Obligatory "This is my schedule!" post.

- The CRS has somewhat been genuinely kind to me :">

- I only prerog-ed for one subject, STS. I didn't even consider taking this subject at all, but since I was left with no choice, I had to take it. I was kind of hesitant at first -- until I saw the venue. EEE! Most of my friends are from EEE. Is this a sign!? Maybe in another lifetime, I was an Engineering student, engulfed in codes and transistors.

- I hate it that my class ends so early on Fridays.. I might be tempted to go home to Paranaque and skip CWTS altogether. Ahhhh. I hope MilSci turns out okay. If not, there's someone to blame. (Hi, Enzo!)

- My sched is Tuesday-Saturday. Inna's is Monday-Friday. That means one night alone for both of us in the dorm.

- I might take piano lessons again, either on a Wednesday or a Friday. I miss the College of Music already.

- I will try my absolute best to use my early dismissal wisely. No to tambay, petix, and sleeping.

- I decided not to take PE this sem. I am boycotting PE because the CRS didn't give me striptease, bellydancing, or even basketball for a PE. (Yes, friends, basketball. I was thinking, might as well learn to play the sport I have come to love only because of all the hot men playing it. And besides, I had an interior motive when I signed up then too..) So it's either those three or none at all. Hmph. Now that I think about it.. what if I got into striptease/belly dancing? *insert laughter* And.. what if I got into basketball? *insert tear*

- I can watch UAAP games on Thursday afternoons! No more Chris Tiu though :(

- Last sem's Ital10 was on the 5th floor of the CAL bldg too. And now, this, again!? Is this a curse or a blessing? Hmm, well all the climbing did wonders for my legs.. so I guess I won't be complaining.

- Also: major workout for me every WF. From fourth floor of CAL to fourth floor of AS to EEE! Look on the brighter side, Karla, look on the brighter side. (The ultimate question "Boobs or legs?" comes to mind, haha.)

- Pan Pil 19!!! For the uninformed: Pan Pil 19 is Sekswalidad, Kasarian at Panitikan. If that doesn't sound interesting to you, I don't know what is. Now I have an academic excuse to unleash whatever locked-up raging hormones I *might* have. Hello, porn? Lol.

- CW 100 with Jamie, Andy, and Rose! Solid CW mates. I miss our Eng11 bondings and taho sessions! :( I am already looking forward to the next three years ahead.. awww. *inappropriate nostalgia moment*

- I have already grown accustomed to not eating lunch last sem.. so.. hello again, monay + peanut butter. Happiness in a bun.

Despite recent happenings that have caused certain sadness, I am still very much looking forward to this sem. Will I still get to hang out with my friends often? Will I be persuaded enough to join an org already? Will I become GC this sem? Will we *insert melodramatic question pertaining to my non-existent love life*..? So many questions that won't be answered until school starts.

So please, please, please do not postpone our classes, higher-being-heading-the-university.

I think I can *really* go to sleep now. Good night.


And all at once the crowd begins to sing..

Sometimes the hardest thing
and the right thing are the same.