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>> Friday, October 28, 2005

"ate, ate! nagtext na si gemini!"

all the neices and nephews (3 were absent) went to the airport to fetch our tito from abroad. there was a kid among us and he didn't bring any toys, so we had to device ways of diverting his attention from having tantrums. kids, especially babies, have short attention spans, so we had to keep on changing our entertainment tactics.

but deanndre's (the baby) favorite was the songs. jp (10 years old) and iyah (8 years old) are avid watchers of myx. so they kept deann entertained by singing songs from cueshe and hale. ugh.

when there was a short moment of silence to catch their breaths, i tried singing something.

"the vacuous nights steps aside to give meaning..."

then iyah sings along and finishes the song for me. then she adds.

"kuya (referring to jp) kanta ka rin! yun yung may maganda na babae. yung favorite ni ate (referring to their other sister who was left home because she was studying her med books). the moon on it back and the seemingly.."

deann was amused on how iyah sang it. she copied every hush, intonation, and even the romeo and juliet lines.

"you kiss by the book."

but she could not remember yanny's lines, so she murmured her way through it.

i began to text ina to tell her about what iyah said. she asked me whom i was texting and i told her, "yung babae na nasa video."

"si gemini?"

"oo, si gemini."

i tell ina that she now has a fan. an 8-year old fan. yehey! si gemini may fan na! even if i told her that gemini's name is ina, she would still call the "beautiful girl in the video" gemini.



>> Wednesday, October 26, 2005

"Hal-le-eh-luu-yah! Ha-le-lu-hu-yaaa!"

bamboo is living at the houses at the end of our street. Everyday, he would pass by our house, singing "hallelujah" on the top of his lungs, without any shirt on. i always feel he is vocalizing for his concert.

but, of course, he couldn't be the real bamboo. he's not even singing on the right notes. he's just hollering so that the people living on that street would hear him.

do people really understand the lyrics? or do they just sing because they like how it sounds? at first hearing it, i didn't like the rock-ish sound of the song, but after reading the lyrics (just now. :D), i guess it isn't bad after all. the song makes sense.

Hallelujah by Bamboo

Anong balita sa radio at TV
Ganun pa rin kumakapa sa dilim
Minsa’y na isip ko ng umalis na lang dito
Limutan ang lahat, lumipad, lumayo

Bato bato sa langit
Tamaan wag magalit
Alam naman natin kung sino ang tuso

Sa bawat sumpang umiiyak singil ko ay piso
Sa bawat lumuluhang dukha — alay ko’y dugo

May pag-asa ka kapatid. Kaibigan
Hanga’t ako’y humihinga may pag-asa pa


Sinong sawa sinong galit
Sumigaw ngayong gabi


Blinded by the light
I could barely see the faces in front of me
Asking me where do we begin
Well for starters from within
I’m ashamed of what I’ve become in the mirror
The face of my one true enemy
Hallelujah it’s a new day
Let take control if I have to take this message door to door
Save myself save every soul
With permission I make this my personal mission
Save me from the fire… from the fire

Ngayong gabi ako ang sundalo mo
Habang ika’y tulog ako’y gising nakabantay sa iyo - kasi mahal kita
Tingnan mo pag-ibig ko’y sa iyo lamang


1st-ever fine arts defense

>> Tuesday, October 25, 2005

thank you to jihan for the pictures. the experience was fun and exciting. i think it was the only defense in the whole ateneo campus where the students were excited to present their work. actually, they called it a presentation rather than defense, because we can't really defend the arts like what other courses do. you can't judge it on other writers styles or theories.

october 7. i will never forget the date where there was an abundant flow of pizza (10 boxes) and was gone in minutes.

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ang paglalakbay patungo sa penny lane ni jihan estrella

abi as lucy: i am lucy in the sky with... trinkets. what's your destination?
danielle as jude: destination?
lucy: destination.
jude: destination?
lucy: destination.
jude: destination?
lucy: (naiinis na.) isa na lang. isa. na. lang.

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edders and her tree-house experience

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hurricane lilia ni jomike del rosario (aka ryan agoncillo raw)

cerz as ramona: don’t worry, honey. it’s all just growing pains. when i first got here, i must have been depressed and cranky for at least a year. anyway, i see the mess up here and i can’t help but want to clean. do you mind?
yumi as lilia: not at all ramona!
jay as ino: just as long as you don’t think we can pay you for your services!
ramona: it’s no problem ino, you can help me clean up my apartment after! some wayward branch hit my window and it’s broken, maybe you can install the window too!

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(l-r) benny, raph, jihan. (behind them, l-r) jake, jomike, geopet, monette

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benny-wenny and his poem "kimo"

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jace and his video "4p4t" (tama diba? hehe)

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the fictionists: hanniel (with his digital book) and mitch (with his compass)

jihan's labidoods was not able to take a picture of everyone. hehe



>> Monday, October 24, 2005

i didn't realize that there are a lot of spongecola fans out there. raph and i were searching for ina on the internet (stalker. haha) and i chanced upon this site. check out this link. (click the white link).

read the september 3 entry. i couldn't help myself and gave a comment. hehe "the narrator is sir ricky abad, the director for the upcoming play").

ina, ina, ina. you're one celebrity. haha but edlyn's account of the celebrity moment in school is waay better.


in memory of september 24, 2004

instead of writing a story, a poem popped in my mind. i feel more comfortable writing prose poems, rather than the line-stanza kind of poems. i think this is kinda cryptic but i tried to make it clear as possible. i just realized, i am no longer a non-fictionist. it has been a long time since i wrote a decent non-fiction essay -- all my blog entries are the "dear diary" type. i should try to make one during the semestral break.

So Far

It is the darkest night I have ever seen. The stars are heads of pin needles, sticking out, pricking the sky. It is the same sky that I gazed upon years ago – waiting for the sunrise while looking at the west, celebrating a birthday and leaving early to beat the Cinderella deadline, being away from home for camp but having a trace of it through text messages. It has never changed. I glimpse upon it again and think that it is the same as before. You say that I make the most out of it. I think I will.

I stick out my hand and make a gesture. You raise your eyebrows in understanding, a look that we only know. You say that we keep it and mouth two words. Somewhere, an onlooker flashes his eyes, staring blankly as we laugh like jacks popping out of a box. We then fill the air with noise of fun. He may think this, he may think that, but opinions are not parallel to faith. He should not believe.

In the distance, the beat of the drum echoes as it intertwines with the guitars and the keyboards. That is not the sound of what I have in mind, you say. You stare at the pink pass that will be wrapped around your wrist. People stay in hospitals when they have it; but this time it is what will give you entry to the reason you came. Another onlooker approaches and we join the walking. The sky is still dark. The air is not anymore a vacuuming silence. But it is still quiet.

The mud sticks to my shoes and I remember what it feels to be a kid. It is difficult to build mud castles with hands; the sun hardens it and makes my hands stiff. I enjoy sand castles more – an abundant supply of water and sand, while enjoying a grand view of the mountain. But it is easily washed by the tide, waves looking like ten thousand hands coming to hug me, to enclose me to my death. You reach out your hand and I see the sign again: they will never know. We keep it safe, like a shell protecting a pearl in the deepest part of the ocean. There, it is quiet.

Night is short; each minute passes by with sixty quick ticks. Soon, I am in my car, traveling home silently. You share the silence, as you walk towards the gate, your way towards your home. We mutter the same words, so far, so far. That night has been the quietest.


extra productive

>> Saturday, October 22, 2005

i thought i didn't have any internet card for today, but God is good to me today. i was able to get the sample MOA from aya for the artists. now, i have to figure out what to write and what the conditions will be.

i am trying to fix my presto. the cloth in the front part of my shoes has holes and i planned to sew net-like cloth onto it to look like its stiched up (actually, it is stitched up). my fingers are already starting to hurt because of all the needle-poking. i don't think i will be able to finish it today -- maybe until the end of the semestral break.

i have at less than a week to finish my story. i made myself a deadline, but i'm sure i'm going to cram 5 pages of a fish story.

i leave you with a picture of the desktop i made this morning. courtesy of charlie and the chocolate factory. the space beneath gives way for the start toolbar. :)

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my friendster horoscope said that i have too much energy today. i beg to disagree. my eyes are starting to give up and i'm taking a nap (which eventually will become sleep) right after i finish my minesweeper game. or maybe after watching tv.

if you are reading this, do drop by my tagboard and leave a message. hehe, anyone is highly encouraged to post a tag. so i know who to thank for adding to my hit counter. :) teeheehee


when the writer becomes a kid

>> Friday, October 21, 2005

from being a writer, i have now become a kid. it's quarter to three and i have just finished changing my blog layout. blog skins do provide good layouts, but you have to use up hours of your internet time to find the best one that matches your personality.

double space. i'm just checking.


shoes galore

there is a little imelda in all of us. - imelda, documentary

they say that shoes make a woman. no matter how simple your clothes are, the shoes complete the image and fashion sense of a woman.

i have a fettish for shoes. if i were given money to buy something from the department store, i would spend it on shoes. if i were to chose between a shirt or a pair of shoes, i would choose the latter. a white shirt can turn from a party look to a sporty look just by changing shoes. flat mary janes would make a woman look hip and simple, while a pair of sneakers would define a sporty look.

shoes have evolved throughout time. golf shoes became trendy, bowling shoes became part of the shoe rack, ballet shoes became part of the fashion industry, cowboy boots added flair to mini skirts, and so on and so forth. even beach slippers evolved in becoming a famous brand -- havianas -- and could be worn on a day-out in the mall.

yesterday, my mom and i went shopping for shoes. we wanted to buy a lot of pairs, but there weren't sizes to fit us. we visited shoe stores who were on sale (i bought one pair in l.a. gear which had a 50% sale) and shoe stores that sold pairs for 300 pesos down. my pair of white shoes that i bought months ago in landmark were over used and worn to the soles had to be thrown in the trash can. i saw a pair in ever gotesco that had a white ribbon on the side and had a price of 300 pesos. that went into my shopping cart. mom bought a pair of white shoes too, to go with her khaki pants. she wanted to buy a pair of blue slip ons (it was only for 150 pesos) but it wasn't comfortable at the back of the ankle. something in the shoe was bothering her so she didn't hesistate to leave it there.

whenever mom and i would go to malls or watch tv, the first thing we would notice in people are their feet. if it were rubber shoes, we would check the brand and if it goes well with what the person is wearing. if it were shoes with heels, we would discuss if it were appropriate for malling. if it were flat shoes, we would guess if it were expensive or bought in the tiangge. most of the time, shoes are our topic of discussion.

i wouldn't blame imelda if she has a fettish for shoes. it's part of a girl's life. we're all cinderellas, leaving traces of our personalities in a size-6 (more or less) footwear.


new additions

>> Wednesday, October 19, 2005

i couldn't finish my story, so i made a new "quote" for my blog and rearranged some parts. i learned how to use the magic wand-thingie in photoshop and the lasso tool in need of brightening the color of the flowers on the hand.

and i was browsing over my lj, i nicked a few quizzes from cerz.

You are Draco Malfoy.

You have hated Harry since meeting him, because he doesn’t share your views about Mudbloods. You are not really evil though, just proud and trying to save your family from the wrath of Voldemort.

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

yeah, i was born to be draco malfoy. haha, evil me.

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

come to think of it, i never ate the spaghetti in the canteen in holy. i always gorged on dried peas. hehe

You fit in with:

Your ideals mostly resemble those of the Buddhist faith. Spirituality is the most important thing in your life. You strive to live by all of your ideals, and live a very intellectually focused life.

60% spiritual.
20% faith-oriented.

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

it's all in the mind, always. i rarely stick to the rules -- i don't want to be religious, it becomes more of a habit rather than an act of faith. and i think that's the downfall of other religions. they stick too much on the works, that they forget what it really stands for.

ok, now for sleep.

ps. namatay na si pirena sa encantadia! mwahaha! oops. the story is getting better each episode (even if there are a lot of commercials).


skating and shopping

i do not know how to ice skate anymore.

it has been 13 years since my feet have set foot on ice. when i was six, ate jewel and i would frequent the skating rink, where after a few sessions, i would glide gracefully on the white ice in megamall.

but all my knowledge and balance reset itself to zero yesterday afternoon when ina, edlyn, jace, raph, hanniel and i went ice-skating at megamall.

i think my butt was worked out (very well), after falling down four times. i was speeding up so fast and i didn't know how to break. i tried grabbing the railing in time, but inertia got there first. the next thing i knew, i was laughing while my butt was getting cold from the ice.

ina was wonderful. she did those pirouettes and turns (while holding one foot in the air) while the rest of us stood in the middle of the rink, awed by her talent. ina did help in skating backwards and forward and it was only hanniel who was able to do it. i could only move my feet. hehe

the cold atmosphere didn't affect me, because by the time i sat down to rest, i was sweating. anything that concerns exercise really works out my muscles and makes me sweat. i felt the muscle stretch after the third round and i'm sure that i was getting a decent exercise while having fun.

i am looking forward to another skating outing, even if i would wobble around the ice again.


after our skating "soreness", we helped hanniel buy a gift for his friend who is going to have her debut on the 23rd. hanniel did not know what to give or what the girl wanted -- the only fact that he had was that the girl was shop-a-holic. we gave suggestions, a silver bracelet, a book, a cd, bath gels, and perfume. we searched for silver shops, went to papelmerotti (i was the one who bought something -- a button that says "i love ateneo"), visited a cd store and took perfume tests at body shop. hanniel really wanted to give something that would make the girl remember him and at the same time make her laugh.

after 30 (or more) minutes of walking around megamall, he finally decided on unisilver. edlyn picked out a silver necklace that had the word "sexy" attached to it. it didn't imply that hanniel would court her (would he?) and it was cute because it seemed like a joke. minutes more of carefully scrutinizing each centimeter of the necklace and we were out of megamall. haay, hanniel talaga.

thanks to raph for bringing me and edlyn back to edlyn's house. thanks to jace for the skating invitation. thanks to ina for the adventurous ride going to your house (naalala ko pa kung saan nakatira si ina!). thanks to hanniel for the tour around megamall (haha. at least i got to buy a vcd while you were pondering what to buy) and thank you to edlyn for bogie.


that was it for yesterday, and i feel my legs and the muscles stretched. i did have a work-out yesterday. next time, swimming! *cough raph celebrity sports raph cough*


poetry in the morning

>> Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Which poem are you?

Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll

Oh, you're silly! People probably think you're a bit kooky, but those nuts just don't realize that you've got a language all your own. But hey, you always bring a smile to people's faces.

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Lewis Carroll
(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.



>> Monday, October 17, 2005

i'm tired of having my "honor" every time i talk to someone online, so i made a new icon. it's from the fine arts festival 2005, where i acted as nica for dana's play. it was my first acting stint and i enjoyed every minute of it.

from this...

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to this.

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so whenever you catch me online, this is what you will see on the avatar space.


if... if... if...

>> Sunday, October 16, 2005

if i were given one day to be a kid, i would...

- play in rain with my bathing suit on.
- stomp in mud puddles
- sweep in a pile of dried leaves then scatter them with my feet
- build mud castles
- cook leaves and flowers over a low fire
- play bahay-bahayan with my dolls
- read books
- hug a tree
- tickle myself
- have a bubble bath, while having a war between a toy ship and a rubber duckie
- stare at a butterfly in a bottle then eventually let it go
- let a fish swim through your fingers
- catch a frog on a rainy day
- doodle on dad's favorite book (and get spanked)
- cry over a bar of chocolate that fell from your hands
- eat ice scream and smear it over your face
- sing on the top of my lungs
- stay in the shower for the longest time
- jump on the master bed like it's a trampoline
- be afraid of the thunder
- kiss my dad's "smelly" feet
- get excited over a new umbrella and go out into the open and wish it would rain
- feel that i'm travelling around the world while riding the train in the mall
- be proud of a flower i drew and insist that it gets posted on the fridge
- squeal in excitement over a fruit picked from our tree
- eat mangoes on our roof while waiting for the sun to set
- swoon over dresses in a kid's store
- be amazed at the shelves of toys in toy kingdom
- feel like a princess while using the towel as a cape

etc, etc.

how about you, if you were a kid for a day, what would you do?


"you may kisss the bride"

>> Friday, October 14, 2005

what would you do if you accidentally placed a wedding ring onto a branch and discover that it is a bony finger of a dead bride?


another tim burton, danny elfman and a johnny depp movie, corpse bride has become one of my favorite animated movies. you would quickly recognize danny elfman's work in music, the skeleton's song just sounds like the songs from charlie and the choclate factory.

i found victor's character amusing, a piano player (why of course, yumi loves piano playing) who stutters nervously at an arranged wedding. victoria, the girl he is supposed to marry, is a timid girl, who deep inside, has strength powered by love. and emily, the corpse bride, who instantly becomes victor's bride after an "accident".

with my mind running with the national artist badong bernal influence (that's what you get from taking 9 units of him.. whee! sir badong's the best!), i noticed that the dead are more "alive" than those walking in the world. the colors are vibrant "down there", while those who are breathing and still have their heart intact are in shades of black, gray and have this grim expression on their faces. even the poison is deep red, which actually gives life to the love between victor and victoria, and freedom to emily.

my favorite parts are the piano scenes, where (1) victoria notices victor because of his passion for piano playing, (2) and the fight scene of emily and victor, not by words, but by showing off their piano skills.

i need to find the wedding vow.


last day

>> Thursday, October 13, 2005

ahahaha!!!! (pause) sembreak na? sembreak na? OMG, SEMBREAK NA!

that was what i felt inside as soon as i stepped out of berch 205, after my philo orals. i didn't know how i faired with my philo, it doesn't matter anymore. i just know that i said what was in my reviewer and i don't care anymore if i said what sir wanted.

i have all the time to catch up on those sleepless nights and device a way to steal dianne's ipod nano. haha, joke.

more news in my lj. too lazy to write another version of my last day.


i can't wait to do all the things i plan to do.

but first, i think








thinking while thinking

>> Wednesday, October 12, 2005

my computer is on since this morning. and what do i do to keep me attentive while philosophizing? download songs from limewire. too bad, i'm on dial-up so i can only download one song at a time. my mind does not cooperate with limewire -- i wanted to download so many songs but my internet connection cannot take the load. haha, so i have to test my patience and take it one song at a time.

because of that, i know have dream cds. as soon as i get my christmas bonus (*insert christmas song here* "mano po ninong, mano po ninang...") i will put aside 2 thou for cds.

- charlotte church
- andrea bocelli
- sarah brightman

and i know have a favorite song by andrea bocelli and sarah brightman. notice the lyrics, only one line is in english. it's also the title. the rest is in italian. hehe

Time to say Goodbye

Quando sono solo
sogno all’orizzonte
e mancan le parole,
Si lo so che non c’è luce
in una stanza quando manca il sole,
se non ci sei tu con me, con me.
Su le finestre
mostra a tutti il mio cuore
che hai acceso,
chiudi dentro me
la luce che
hai incontrato per strada.

Time to say goodbye.
Paesi che non ho mai
veduto e vissuto con te,
adesso si li vivrò,
Con te partirò
su navi per mari
che, io lo so,
no, no, non esistono più.
It’s time to say goodbye…

Quando sei lontana
sogno all’orizzonte
e mancan le parole,
e io sì lo so
che sei con me,
tu mia luna tu sei qui con me,
mio sole tu sei qui con me,
con me, con me, con me.

Time to say goodbye.
Paesi che non ho mai
veduto e vissuto con te,
adesso si li vivrò.
Con te partirò
su navi per mari
che, io lo so,
no, no, non esistono più,
con te io li rivivrò.
Con te partirò
su navi per mari
che, io lo so,
no, no, non esistono più,
con te io li rivivrò.
Con te partirò.
Io con te.

Time to say Goodbye (english translation)

When I’m alone
I dream on the horizon
and words fail;
yes, I know there is no light
in a room where the sun is absent,
if you are not with me, with me.
At the windows
show everyone my heart
which you set alight;
enclose within me
the light you
encountered on the street.

Time to say goodbye
to countries I never
saw and shared with you,
now, yes, I shall experience them.
I’ll go with you
on ships across seas
which, I know,
no, no, exist no longer.
It’s time to say goodbye…

When you are far away
I dream on the horizon
And words fail,
and, Yes, I know
that you are with me;
you, my moon, are here with me,
my sun, you are here with me,
with me, with me, with me.

Time to say goodbye
To countries I never
Saw and shared with you,
now, yes, I shall experience them.
I’ll go with you
On ships across seas
which, I know,
no, no, exist no longer,
with you I shall experience them again.
I’ll go with you
On ships across seas
Which, I know,
No, no, exist no longer;
with you I shall experience them again.
I’ll go with you,
I with you.

ps. nagmamantika na mukha ko sa kakaphilosophize. 15 minutes lang yan yumi, and everything will be over. 15 mins of philosophy. 15 loooooooong minutes.


open letter

dear you,

if i say i'm studying, i am studying. i don't lie to you, especially when it comes to my studies. so you have no right to question it.

if i say i'm busy, then i mean it.

why do you care if i'm online while i'm studying? is there any law prohibiting me to go online when i'm studying for philosophy? i know you're curious, but please, this and now is not the time to joke around.

please, do not bug me. i am studying.

thank you.

sincerely yours,


last day of drama class. but the drama ain't over, honey.

>> Tuesday, October 11, 2005

drama readings went fine. it was fun listening to some of the plays and enjoyable to read. hehe thanks for the people who read for my play. i wabshu ol.

cerz. sssss.. the sssnaakeess. galing ng snasskessss. hello, arms? i wabshu cerz!

jace. i knew you'd be a wonderful lion. roar! thanks jace. hugs for that.

jomike. the frog waiting to for the kiss of love. your short and quick words made it appropriate for a frog. jumpity-jump.

nana. i will always count on nana. hehe, you made my fish come to life!

hanniel. i will always love your announcer voice. thanks for dropping by dela costa (good thing you just came out from your orals) and waiting for my turn. don't worry, if i have extra money, i'll buy you an ice cream cone. gwapo naman daw boses mo, sabi ni mom eh. hehe

i enjoyed reading for jace and jomike's play, even if i got tongue-tied with the dialogues in jomike's "lilia's nest". hehehe, sorry jomike. it was fun being lilia. and for sarah, i will always love the line "you SO like him."

that last meeting is enough to keep me inspired to study for philo. especially after seeing sir and jace giving his one-liner.

"sir, course ba ang philo?"

hala ka jace, orals mo pa naman sa thursday. dandandandaaaaan!

ps. internet, don't tempt me. please.


1 test down. 1 paper down. 1 play to go. and 2 tests ahead.

>> Monday, October 10, 2005

theo orals is something i want to put behind me. i'm glad that theo orals was first on my finals list, because i want to let go of the memorization right away. three days of studying and memorizing, and all the information in my head is gone in a second. the moment i stepped out of the theology department and into the open air of ateneo grounds, i completely forgot everything i have studied. yes, even the simple meaning of integral evangelization.

i think i faired well, but not enough to get me an A. i forgot the three other points of pacem in terris (lemme see if i still remember who wrote it. john xxiii? right!) and disarmament was the only one that came out of my mouth. i didn't get commutative justice right, but i was able to explain solidarity and social and economic something. knowing father giordano's style of giving grades, the lowest i could get is a B for final grade. it would be a miracle to get a B+, more if an A.

i also passed my poetry paper already so that i will be able to study and focus on philosophy the whole of wednesday. it will also give me the time to sleep and dream about otto, marcel and the other philosophers. God help me.

history tomorrow and i only skimmed through my notes. i have to get my play off my shoulders before i can fully concentrate on my history. and that would be tomorrow. i still have at least 4 pages to go to my script and i haven't gone halfway yet.

my eyes are itching for vacation. i can't wait to put sleep back into my dictionary.

body and mind. don't fail me.

ps. oh, remind me to contact rom and ask if he's available on thursday for the inspection of ctc 201. yihee, si rom. haha marianne! you have to join me *kilig*

pps. i still can't believe rom is actually in his 20s. i thought he's old like the other painters we were trying to contact. i am still awed at the painting that won at the neil gaiman's art contest.

to end my post, here are the pictures during our aegis photoshoot!

what is reg for the block?

arrrggh! registration sucks! awayin si xander dahil wala nang slots sa classes!

humaba na yung hair ni geopet sa tagal ng reg. eto yung lalagay namin sa yearbook. :D


isang linggo nalang, sembreak na ito...

>> Friday, October 07, 2005

thanks to lea for the pic. :D

fine arts presentation went well, despite all the stressful moments minutes before. there were a lot of people who came (mostly hatak ni jake and nana from TA. oooyyyy, may taong pumulot ng phone ko. sino kaya yung kalbong yon? haha) and supported the first ever fine arts defense. thanks to the dean of humanities, dean garcia for being there. hehe, benta sa kanya yung play ni jihan.





"oo, destination. si echo ka ba?"


"promise, isa nalang. isa na lang."

or something like that. hehe

i'm glad it's over, nothing more to think about except my finals. i'm not prepared for my theo and philo, i haven't even done my reviewer for philo. i still have two papers to do, the portfolio for poetry and the revision for drama. this is so fun, i will embrace stress till thursday morning. i can't wait for all of this to be over. 1 week of preparations, over 2 hours of tests. and 1 month of vacation awaits me.

stress, bear with me. please. :)



bulok ang firefox pagdating sa blog ko. hindi umaabot hanggang sa dulo yung brown background para sa mga entries. ayan tuloy, ang pangit yung kinalabasan kapag sa firefox ako nagbubukas ng blog ko. bulok. haha

mamaya na ang unang defense sa kasaysayan ng fine arts department. di katulad ng ibang mga tao sa ibang mga kurso na kinakabahan ng todo-todo, itong defense lang ang pinaka-aasam ko sa linggong ito. kahit alam kong magkakabulol-bulol ako sa mga opening speeches ko (kasi, bakit pa kailangang kami ni ina yung mag salita?), nae-excite parin ako.

kung gusto ninyong dumaan, sige ba. kung naghahanap kayo ng pagkain, pumunta muna kayo bago ko sabihin kung may libreng pagkain o wala. faura avr 5-7pm. may surpresang darating para kay edlyn. suporta raw.

nanakawin ko kay jace yung invite.

shempre si jake and ina yan. mga celebs. haha

jaramjaram, darating ang dean at ang presidente ng ateneo. yehey.


no more life

>> Thursday, October 06, 2005

i freaking didn't get exempted in history. all i got is a grade of a B. blame myself for slacking off. if i studied harder and read the readings with all my heart, i would've gotten an A. but no, yumi was lazy. and now, i have a B. i will take the finals. shoot.

i shouldn't have expected something. it makes me more depressed and disappointed.

freak. i want to curse. but it is bad. hehe

i have memorized page one of ten of my theology reviewer. i shall review while preparing for the FA presentation tomorrow. that's the only thing i am excited about this semester. i am not ready for next week, even i want all of these to be over.


today is wednesday. one week and a day from now tapos na mundo ko.

>> Wednesday, October 05, 2005


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this will be correct. because i don't know how to drive. pero alam ko naman kung nasan yung break pedal at gas. hehe siguro pag panic mode, sabay-sabay kong aapakan yung mga pedal kasi di na gagana utak ko non. hehe

You will go to jail for:
Jaywalking beside a police station

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ha? hehe...

You should be Catwoman

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tempt the hotties? and how would i do that? haha

You will be famous for being a Poker Star

You have incredible intuition, and although you don’t desire fame or fortune you will eventually get both.

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i know the basics of poker, but not risky enough to raise money.

You will to trick-or-treating with:

In the abandoned psychiatric ward
What will happen?
You will try 'light as a feather, stiff as a board' and give yourself spinal damage
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who lives in a pineapple under the sea?!?!?! spongebob squarepants!!!


i saw him this morning. my heart skipped when i called his name and waved at him. i don't know why. does that mean that i like him? or am i just scared that someone might see me waving to him and be the subject of teasing? why did i have to talk to him on our last year in college? why not last year? why now?


javie is still missing. den is worried about him, even the block. we all have been concerned on javie's whereabouts. i hope he's ok, wherever he is. God, bring him back to his family and to den.


i just want to share. I GOT A 95 IN MY THEO PAPER! pero bitter ako, 100 si liezl. haha, why do i have to compare myself with that nerdox? liezl will be a DL again this semester. i'm sure she'll graduate with an honorable mention at least. if not, suma cum laude. haha i'm running for at least a B or an A for my theo. i have to do well in my orals on monday so that I get an A. go brain!

dianne computed my philo grades this morning. i think i have a chance in getting a B. but i'm contented with a C+, because i'm not sure with my quiz tests (because sir hasn't returned them yet). my recitation grade is fair, unlike dianne who's complaining because she has a 2 and the rest is 4. batukan kaya kita? isa lang 4 ko eh! the rest are 2s and 3s.

for history, i'm not expecting to be exempted after that trick long test yesterday. but i'm hoping to get a B for a final grade, and i promise myself that i will study for that.

drama, i don't know my future in drama class. i have changed my script for the nth and last time and sir's going crazy with all the new scripts. haha

poetry. sana mataas magbigay ng grade si sir larry. i'm pretty doing well in his class, and i have submitted all requirements. i can't slack off in this class. i love his class even if it's at night.

practicum. ahh, i'm sure i'll get a good grade. (haha, kapal ng mukha) i've given my best in this class because i want our last year to be remembered with the title of "experimental batch". our batch will be the first to go through a defense,a presentation and individual advisers. everything's experimental so if everything goes well, they'll continue it with the succeeding batches.

magseseryoso na talaga ako. huling hirit na yumi at full force na ang ibigay mo, even if it will cost you your life. hehe


writers' talents

>> Tuesday, October 04, 2005

tama si monette pagdating sa pagsusulat.

"it's either you're born with it, or not."

the painful facts of being a writer. yes, classes can teach you the basics, what works in a story, what sound device is appropriate in a poem, what dialogues are needed in a play, what topics are worth telling in a non-fiction essay, etcetc.

but the talent in writing cannot be taught in a classroom. you have to find it.

i don't know if it's unfair when people come up with the most wonderful ideas in the world and all you have are sippets of what you want to happen. you want to grab the brain of those who are genius in writing and put them in your head so that you could get a good grade, just for one semester. haha

who am i talking about?

jihan. i don't know where in the world she gets her ideas for her play. she can conjour simple stories into a humorous, yet meaningful theatrical plays. i will never forget "alay lakad para kay winston", where i acted for her and played mitch. would you believe that she was able to connect 4 friends by just a simple cigarette. amazing, and to think of it, jihan doesn't smoke.

geopet. his poems are just plain... wow. he could find the words and metaphors to create the central image of his poem, while evoking emotion into them. a shiftee from computer science, you will never imagine that a person you never see studying manages to get to the dean's list. yon ang tinatawag na nerd.

abi. i love her light works, adding humor to all her essays. my favorite is about gloria ("what would i do if i were president?"), and i would not think of that device in writing about that topic. maybe i would write the usual politician style of writing, that i would discipline the people in disposing trash, etc. but abi chose to write differently, wishing that gloria would change the nasal tone in her voice, the mole, etc. i suggested that abi pass that piece of work to youngblood. i'm sure that will be published.

i haven't read whole works of the fictionists, so i don't know who are the geniuses in fiction. mitch and his tagalog-ness, jay and his graphic novel, jo and his tabloid, and aki with her myterious figure. but i'm sure they all write well.

i can't be proud of myself, i regard myself as a mediocre writer. i can't write like jihan, i have to write 5 different plays before deciding on the best (and scrap the other 4); i can't write like geopet, who can fish words from the dictionary and jumble them to make a poem; i can't write like abi, with the humor that lightens every serious problem; and i can't be like any other writer in the block. yes, i know we're different from the others, but it frustrates me that it takes time (and always near the deadline) before i realize what i really want. maybe i'm too ambitious that i could not reach my standards. maybe i don't have the talent.

i'm still happy that i chose to be a writer. i can only be proud of myself after writing something. but the task of writing and the process of thinking frustrates me. it drains all my creative juices. the product is the one that makes me feel proud -- sometimes i could not believe that i was able to write something like that.

i am the one running my own show.


my trash can is full of tissue paper

i'm still kinda of a sickness, but better than yesterday. i think. i'm just starting to study for my history long test. i'm wishing that it'll be as "easy" as the previous test. i'm thankful that my tonsils aren't as swollen as yesterday, and it didn't even reach the point that it hurt when i swallowed. aaah, the magic of soups.

i made a schedule for myself. i want to finish strong this semester. no more cramming please.

tuesday night
- read philo and transfer notes for philosophy and theology
- email the block regarding the aegis photoshoot (we have a theme already!)

wednesday afternoon
- finish theo reviewer and start looking for the answers for philo
- do paper for poetry

- start memorizing for theology orals. can't afford another mental block.

- keep on studying

- study with groupmates
- aegis photoshoot! yehah!

- study some more

then finals week na! last week of the world! after that, i can die already. hehe

nicked from edlyn's lj.

Abraham Lincoln
You're Abraham Lincoln! You are honest, kind, and
friendly....that's why they call you honest
Abe! You fight for what you think is right and
stick to your friends like glue. You are
friendly to all races. Good job, everyone loves

Which famous (or infamous) person are you a reincarnation of?
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ooohh. abe lincoln. cool.


yumi is sick

>> Monday, October 03, 2005

thank you to all the stress. now, yumi is sick. yumi has the fever. i cut poetry because i feel my eyes bulging with my fever and my breath is so hot. that are the symptoms that i have gone overboard. actually, my teachers are the ones who abused my health. i am now sick.

thank God my play for practicum is approved. i think i will pass the same story for my drama class for sir bien lumbera tomorrow because i have no stupid idea on how to revise my success play. sir bien's comment was "this material is for a novel, not a one-act play." it contradicts what sir rene villaneuva told me that it would fit a one-act play. ow well, since i don't want to cram the script (i have a rough idea for the revision, but i don't want to cram it and get a bad grade for it) i'll use my practicum script about the fish. yey, approved na yung practicum script. i can now start revising it. time for the fattening! hehehe

good thing i did my history paper during the weekend. "imelda" is my favorite documentary and i had fun doing my paper. i can focus on my long test for history tomorrow and i want to ace this test. i cannot allow another B for my long test. umasenso ka naman yumi. :)

i just realized. chick boy talaga si hanniel. ma-appeal sa mga "hottie". miss 9.5! bilib talaga ako sayo hanniel. i still can't believe that a girl asked you to dance. wow hanniel! bow ako sa charm mo!
remind me to get sleep after my finals.


the urge to be creative is there. i grab it.

>> Saturday, October 01, 2005

my goal for tonight is to read my history handouts. since we will be having our serice in antipolo (prayer mountain), we will be done by 9 am and i have from 12 noon till night to do what i have to do.

now, i remember. i have accomplished something. i was able to do my front page for the portfolio to be presented to the fine arts department. i'm not familiar with photobucket, and this is the best that i can do. but take note, i'm proud of the tricks that i can do. i was amazed at the pictures i got from the internet, and i could not resist the temptation of doing my own front page. jace said that he would be the one to do ours for the drama group but it seems that i enjoyed myself too much. :D

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a lizard lives under my grandfather's baul. i have watched him grow, even when he has hatched from his egg. i didn't see the hatching with my own two eyes, but my eyes have gazed upon the shell that he once lived in. i discovered the egg when my mom was vacuuming the carpet. she left the egg in peace and we all waited for the lizard to emerge from the white oval.

it has been two months and every night, the lizard would get out from under of the baul and look for food. he cautiously checks if there will be no one big enough to step on him. his head move left to right. he surveys the living room area, waiting for an insect to cross his path. he is aware of the activities going around the house, but he does not migle with us. whenever i would reach my hand, he would scurry back to his home and wait for me to leave. inch by inch he would advance to the floor from the carpet. he is aware of all the noise that enters his ears (does he have ears?) and his eyes are peeled on every movement he senses. including me.

i won't bother him. i will keep distance, contented by the fact that nature is inside our home. lizards are always part of our family. :)


nerd mode

i have to be in nerd mode this day. no more internet. no more yumi, no more after this post. i spent the whole morning, editing my template. i'm not in the mood, after writing a crappy entry in one of my journals. sorry man, you have to grow up.

check list for today. i need to accomplish before i sleep tonight.
- theology reviewer
- history paper
- read history handouts and study them!
- poetry revision (5 poems.. harrr, dami)
- think of alternative plot for my play for drama
- read the rest of my philo handouts

something to check out during the break or any free time...

kuting - an organization for children's writers
81 rosa alvero street
katipunn, quezon city
c/o pediamorphosis house

and before i go to nerd mode, a meme. this is true in the kind of relationship i want.

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.

In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.

You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.

Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.

In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.


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