crystal, sir!

owl eyes, poor vision

If it's you and it's me, then we belong together.

Yes we do.

My nearsightedness cost me a lot. It shattered my studies in particular. My academics last school year was clearly a mess. Oh yes, I managed to at least clinch a spot in the honor roll but see, I'm better than that (that really makes me sad). Well, if truth be told, my frail vision is not the reason (nor will it be an acceptable reason) but it plays as a factor in my par (to pathetic) grades and pitiful study habits.

In a seat plan, my size (read: full-figured) often parallels to an armchair in the back-- so classmates could see the board well while I cannot see anything at all, mind you. If the the discussions orbit in lectures or anything written in the board, hell, I do not care even if the subject is 1.8 units (read: Physics), I would not bother to bother.

A subject's "lectury" and "boardy" discussions give me the chance to rest my forehead in my arms which is relatively enjoying static friction with the desk. "Boardy" periods? Of course, of course, MATH. I would just wake up with a seatwork or quiz rolling. Is there anything written on the board? Blackboard, whiteboard. It doesn't make a difference. Like I clearly see a thing. I am not a math wiz, but what a blessing, oh sometimes I would wake up without the perfect idea but getaway with the perfect score. :) How arrogant could I be...

Eating in fastfood chains would not allow me to survey the wide array. I cannot recognize persons waving "Hi!" or saying "Ba-bye!" Oh most of the time, I just return a nod as if I distinctly perceive his/her face. He/she probably knows me, anyway.

Actually, I wore eyeglasses in the sixth grade. The copper frame irritated the skin between my eyes above my nose bridge. So, farewell glasses. I don't think I even wore you for half a year.

***

After the trip to Katipunan, Queen Elizabeth seized her absence from work and had my eye checked. The original plan is to visit an optha in Makati who opens her clinic by two. But it was just striking 12 noon that time, so we took a detour. Queen E opted to bring me in TriNoMa without a foreknowledge of an eye clinic.

So how lucky are we to have Asian Eye Institue in North Avenue. It is, obviously, my first time in the place and my first time to visit an opthalmologist in 4years. I surveyed the diplomas man, these doctors are graduates of Harvard Medical School!

Need i say more?

Basically, it was just a check-up to get a prescription for lenses. Oh yes, I am getting eyeglassses...again.

Since we're already in the mall, Queen E and I already took time to find the perfect pair of eyeglasses. I bought this Levi's frame (yeahhh, more than the jeans) from Sarabia Optical. It was not the perfect pair but it was a wise acquisition. The frames fits comfortably. I loved pairs from D and G, Miss Sixty and Cavalli, but an eyewear for a cellphone's worth? Oh the lux.

We claimed my glasses after an hour. Aha. After an hour. Encased in a denim holder, I wore the pair rightaway. :)

WOW. Everythings so surreal, man. :) Oh more than contours, I can see face details now. Before, everything was like my psd-filtered with smart blur. Well, now, vision's crystal clear. C'mon. :)

Sooo much for looking years older. So, I do look sharper? :) Geekazoid.

Five Decades. Half a Hundred.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DADDY! WE MISS YOU HERE.

LOOK WHO'S EVIL

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Fifth Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	High
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Moderate
Level 2 (Lustful)	Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Moderate
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)	High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Very Low

whoa. Look who's evil :)

Well yes, I'm such a Hulk.

I can't help remembering...

ta-da!

YEAH!

aren't we related? :)

So, where do you belong? Take the Dante's Inferno Quiz! :)

momma must be proud.

For the past four days, Queen Elizabth has been asking me to visit Gmail, Chikka and Skype since Daddy already took time to learn the ABCs of Messengers and E-mail. While her pages were loading, I was, of course, Solitary Confinementing (whew!). I was "trying-hardly" editing the layout of my page. The Queen was watching me.

Maya-maya, she was like, "Alam mo dapat mag-Information Technology ka." Hey, where did that come from!

WAHAHAHA.

The Queen was not joking though. She really thinks I'm good with technology and stuff. Haha. I cannot blame her. :)

Gee. I am not even a techie. I am not oriented with CSS. I am far from good with HTML. I am not good with troubleshooting. I am not updated with "THE" softwares.

HAHA. Thank God for Mothers. I love you, mommy. One of the best suggestions ever. =)

Mothers know best anyway. :)

WARNING: Prepared to get Oh-Sooo-Nuts. :)

For the record, this is my ugliest and nastiest post ever! Yeah, worse than grammatical errors and chessy drama. :) I got this somewhere in the blogosphere (elsewhere!). Effing funny. Eventually, I copied and pasted the whole thing. Haha. Pangungunahan ko na kayo, I am by a hair's breadth patron of chain messages, whether be it an e-mail or SMS. I'm SOOO hardly a fan. Duh. Like I text.

***

Once you've opened this bulletin, there's no turning back. Below are true descriptions of zodiac signs, wih traits written 35 years ago by an astrologist predictionist. Read your sign then repost this with your zodiac sign and label it. If you don't repost this, you will have a badluck for as long as it says on your description.

Virgo: The Whore
Dominant in relationships. Sexy. Someone loves them right now. Freak in bed. Always wants the last words. Caring. Smart. Intellectual. Attractive. Loyal. Easy to talk to. Hard to forget. Love at first sight. Everything you ever wanted.Easy to please. The one and only. The ultimate sexiness. Great kisser. 7 yrs. of badluck if you don't repost this.

Scorpio: The Lover
Can be mean sometimes. EXTREMELY SEXY. Intelligent.Energetic. Predict future. Most erotic (freak in bed). GREAT KISSER. Always get what they want. Attractive. Easy going. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Romantic. Caring. 4 yrs. of bad luck if you don't repost.

Libra: The Sex Addict
Very pretty. Very Romantic. Nice to everyone they meet. Their love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique sexiness. Most caring person you'll ever meet. Amazing in bed!,,did i say amazing in bed?!not the kind of person you wanna fuck with..you might end up crying. The most irresistable. Rare to find. Funny. Talkative. Erotic. Smart. Loves sports. Get's what s/he wants. Loves in a relationship. 9 yrs of badluck if you don't repost this.

Aries: The Sexiest
Outgoing. Lovable. Spontaneous. Not one to fuck with. Erotic. Funny. Take you trips to the moon in bed. Excellent kisser. Extremely Sexy. Loves being in Long relationships. Addictive. Loud. Best in bed.16 yrs. of badluck if you don't repost.

Aquarius: Does it in water
Trustworthy. Sexy. Great kisser. One of a kind. Loves being in long term relationships.Extremely energetic and funny. Unpredictable. Will exceed your expectations not a fighter, but will knock the shit out of you. The best and biggest freak in bed. Considered to be a "G". 2 yrs of bad luck if you don't repost this.

Gemini: Ultra Sexy
Nice. Love is one of a kind. Lover not a fighter, but still knock you the fuck out. Trustworthy. Always happy. Loud. Talkative. Outgoing. VERY FORGIVING. Horny.Freak in bed. Loves to make out. Has a beautiful smile. Generous. Strong. ULTRA SEXY. The most irresistable. 9 yrs. of badluck if you do not repost.

Leo: Wild in Bed
Great talker. Sexy and Passionate. Laid back. knows how to have fun. Is really good at making out. Great kisser. unpredictable. Outgong. Down to earth. Loyal. addictive. Attractive. Loud. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Not one to mess with. Rare to find. Great when found. 7 yrs of badluck if you don't repost.

Cancer: Most Amazing Kisser
Very high sex appeal. Great in bed!!. Love is one of a kind. Very Romantic. Most caring person you'll ever meet. Entirely creative. Extremely random and proud of it. Freak in bed. Spontaneous. Great tellin stories. Not a fighter, but will knocks your light out of it comes down to it. Someone to hold on to. 12 yrs. of badluck if you don't repost.

Capricorn: The passionate Lover
Love being in long relationships. Great talker. Always loves to bust. Nice. Sassy. Intelligent. Sexy. predict future. Irresistible. Awesome kisser. Gets what s/he wants. By FAR The best in BED. Very sexy. Loves to own gemini. In sports. Extremely Fun. Loves to joke. Loves to be your first so you will never forget. Smart. 24 yrs of badluck if don't repost.

Taurus: The Freak in Bed
Aggressive. freak in bed. Rare to find. Loves in long relationships. Likes to give a good fight for what they want. Extremely outgoing. Sexy. Loves to help people in times of need. Outstanding kisser. very funny. Awesome personality. Stubborn. Sexual. The most caring person you'll ever meet. One of a kind. Not one to fuck with. Are the most sexiest people in earth. 15 yrs of badluck if you don't repost.

Sagittarius: The Sexy One
Spontaneous. Horny. freak in bed. Great in bed. loves being in long relationships. the one. So much love to give. Not one to mess with. Very pretty. Very romantic. Nice to everyone they meet. There love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Most caring person you'll ever meet. Not the kind of person you wanna mess with you might end up crying. 4 yrs of badluck if you don't repost.. Sexy. Loves to help people in times of need. Outstanding kisser. very funny. Awesome personality. Stubborn. Sexual. The most caring person you'll ever meet. One of a kind. Not one to fuck with. Are the most sexiest people in earth. 15 yrs of badluck if you don't repost.

.

I am currently suffering from menstrual cramps! Man, it's a taste of hell. Pumipilipit na talaga ako kanina. The discomfort sorta eased off. Kaya nga eto, I somehow managed to tickle the keyboards amidst the square one of a perspiring afternoon.

I was busy googling some university's table of fees and all until pain triggered my lower abdomen. It was a squeezing sensation. I curled in agony. Arayyy. Cruciatus curse.

I really hate having my periods. It is one of the dreadful parts, if not the most dreadful, of the female existence and experience. Every girl (and boy) knows that. Say, God altered Eve's anatomy because she was pretty naughty compared to Adam. :)

Hayaan mong ulitin ko. I really hate having my periods.

See, I hate sitting tall. I hate shunning my slouched sitting comforts. Lest, I have to deal with leakages, feeling ultra eeky!disgusting. I hate ending up in the bathroom, washing my undies. I hate getting disturbed if my skirt has some non-geometrical bloodstain. I hate longing for stain removers. I hate wrapping sanitary napkin in scratch papers. I hate depositing scratch-paper-wrapped napkin pads. I hate finding out I do not have enough supply of napkin. I hate borrowing pads from others but no one can lend you an extra. I hate purchasing one in the HS Canteen. I hate that they cannot be availed in the clinic for some, uh, privacy. I hate the bloodflow. I hate limiting my motion. I hate feeling uneasy.

Oh, it's just the way it is. I hate all of it.

Lucky for those who, eh, do not have a "flawed system." Hmmm. Paano ko sasabihin. I was nine when I started with the menstrual cycle. Ang bata pa nga raw. My cycle was very irregular. Like for the next two years, my period lasted for twelve days. That's a lot of blood. :)Sometimes (still true in the past months), I'll be missing my period for a maximum of three months at sobrang impyerno na ng susunod na buwan. Napakastressful ng ganun. Tapos malalaman ko si Jeca hindi man lang kailangan magbaon ng "sandwich-kuno" kasi mahina lang ang discharge niya. Lucky are you, lucky are you.

Marami ata akong nasabing hindi maganda. haha.

***

I was never used to aid myself with any aspirin or ibuprofen. Actually, I do not make an effort to alleviate the stinging. I just coil in torture and rant, rant, rant. Parang ngayon lang.

If men would have a fair share of this pain, in what form would it be? Unfair. Just the way it is. Just the way it is supposed to be :)

what happened.

I just got home from Ariben's birthday party. :)

Birthay party sounds childish but there were big men and beer cases. Course. haha.

We lodged in the celebrant's (man, i remember Ma'am Maclang! She prefers "celebrator." WAHA.) bedroom. I was sort of surprised to find out that AJ (how hard is it to refer you that way...) was the sole inhabitant of his asylum. I thought Lance and company were already in their place but turned out Jose, Marie and I were the first to come and greet Ariben in person.

Soon, his bedroom was crowded with ten people in the persons of Pao, Patchot, Jehn, Erin, Monique, Derrick, the three early birds and him. The girls got him a birthday cake. Ron gave him a present (download ata), I did not care to check out, delivered by Derrick. Actually, Marie and I thought of buying a cake for Ariben as we met but opted not to since he, anyway, would not thought of the same on our birthdays. How selfish. :)

Nevertheless, my thoughtfulness managed to arise earlier this morning. Aside from the previous blog post (that GIF), I handed to the celebrant my 2-months in use, A Data 2GB USB Flash Drive. I remembered him asking about flash drives yesterday. I jested, "O, sayo na lang 'tong flash drive ko. Mayaman kami." Yes, I was filthy rich. At sadyang bano ka kung kakilala mo ako at naniniwala ka.

Of course, he was like, "Sige, akin na!" But it was just a clear joke until today happened. Aba malay mo sa susunod, pag yumaman na ako. Nangangarap ka ng Porsche at inoffer ko yung akin. Biro lang lahat yun, pero nung birthday mo binigay ko na sa'yo. :) hehe. Malay nga eh, malay mo.

The arrival of Derrick marked uneasiness. At alam ko na sa sarili ko, na kapag umalis ako sa harap ng monitor ni Ariben at lumabas ako ng kwarto eh hindi ko na kayang bumalik pa. Pabalik-balik ang kung sinu-sino sa kwarto ni Ariben. They were all saying, "Kumain na kayo sa labas." With tummies roaring, the celebrant finally resolved (and so did we)that we should already hit the tables. Marie was already hungry then too. But I was smart. I reasoned out that we'll wait for the rest of the lot. But of course, I was simply generating reasons to somehow alleviate the uneasiness I am feeling. Eto namang si Marie, napa-Oo nga. hehe :)

Matagal-tagal din bago nadagdagan yung siyam na bisita ni Ariben. Later on, Sir Mendoza, Jeca, Andrei, Melmari and Zobar came. Wow. I was surprised to see Jeca. Sabi kasi ni Maruh kanina sa Y!m umuwi na raw siya. Like this is the first time I saw her since the pre-program of the Commencement Exercises.

Maya-maya, nagtext na rin si Maruh, nagpapasundo. Jeca and I volunteered to fetch Ruh. Well, if it's the least thing I could do for Ruh since she had a very tiring day at school (lay-out artist, PauliPrism..associate editor, Annual Staff). Ariben and Andrei also came with us.

Pagtapak ko pa lang sa labas ng kwarto ni Ariben, alam ko na, hindi na ako makakabalik dito. Swerte nila, makakagamit na sila ng PC. Hmph.

We walked our way to Petron. There was Maruh with Sir Randale and Ma'am Tubo. Eventually, Ariben invited them to his place.

Jeca and Maruh would only stay for a while so I told them that maybe we could eat already. As I reached the table, I was already quieter than usual. Lutang na. Well yes, I never came back to AJ's room. Since Ruh would pay a visit there to check out the others, I asked her to get my purse.

I traveled back to Sta. Maria alone. Sam was not around. Zobar still had something to finish in the school. Andrei stayed. Lance had just arrived.

The next thing I knew, I was vulnerable. I hate to admit it but I was. I felt I need someone to talk to because I was starting to feel something (and you don't know it! And I won't share it!). I texted Maruh like minutes ago because I wanna tell her something. Marie will be listening and I guess Sam would understand somehow. :)

***

Derrick, Lance, Jevin (he showed up from the vastness of the night when we were eating) and I do not know who else stayed for a sleepover. As usual. Boys' overnight? They always had something going on.

sweet sixteen.

I demand you to appreciate this! Hindi naman kasi ako magaling sa graphics.

I worked on this like for an hour last night. Matatapos na sana, biglang nag-hang yung Imageready by 11 PM. Kumusta naman yon. I worked on it again this morning. <3,syempre, this was crafted especially for you (and uhm, for the sake of posting even more. haha). :)

ano pa ba? eh di ikaw na may birthday.

*Text to follow. :) Indulge your eyes.

she bangs!

I got myself a haircut!

But there was more than the bangs. (oh yeah, you read that right. Like every girl walking before you has that hair before their eyes. Oh fringes. Who would have thought I just joined the bandwagon.)

The story does not lie there.

***

In the course of the Holy Week, I was thinking of getting my hair cut by Easter Sunday. Why not? The last trim I had was last Acquaintance-Disco, way back early July.

My hair is clearly a mess. It's not straight nor curly. I have wavy locks. It doesn't have volume. That's why I do not let my hair down. Ponytail is my official do.

My tresses are seldom attractive. And when it does look good, well, I'm just sooo proud to say that it's all natural. Virgin from hair straightening or perming. But gee, that's seldom.

I envy friends (in the likes of Loi and Rie) for having those effortless gorgeous locks. When can I have those? So I resolved I would probably get a hair treatment. No, not rebonding nor relaxation. Expensive. Most of all, ayokong mag-mukhang sinunog yung buhok ko.

I went to David's at around 3:00 PM today. Ate Carla accompanied me. I decided to get a haircut and a hair spa. Like a month ago, I got my hair assessed for hair spa and they priced it P1500.

Okay so I brought the last of my fortune (pooor :) and treated my unmanageable locks.

Course, I got my hair washed first of all. The next thing, the hairdresser was trimming 2 inches from my wavy tresses. Then, someone put some cream in my hair and got it wrapped in plastic (which I do not exactly know how to refer). The best part was the massage! Always, the best part of the salon visit.

Ate Carla whispered to me, "Parang wala lang yung hair spa." And I was on the rocks of regret. More pricey version of hot oil. Uggh. P1500.

The hairdresser rinsed my hair. Working the fringes follow. The salon experience, course, concluded with a blow-dry. Rocks of regret. I wasted my savings. Shit. Parang nagpablowdry lang ako. Sana nagpagupit lang ako, diba? Karen. Stupid.

It's so hard to let go of P1,610 for a dubious makeover. I was on the counter, handing out the bills to the receptionist/cashier when I realized...

PUTEEEK.

Kulang yung pera ko.

Na-short ako ng P210.00. Nakahihiya. Gusto kong matunaw. Nanliliit ako.

One of us should really make her way home and get money; the other one should be left in the salon. There's no other way to get away with it. If someone has to travel 20 minutes back and forth, that's me.

Flaunting my new hair, I rushed to the jeepney terminal. :)

Para pagtakpan ang kahihiyang nararamdaman ko, pinaglaruan ko na lang yung buhok ko sa jeep. Haaayyy. Kung alam ng mga taong to. "Alam niyo ba, bagong gupit ako, pero 'di pa bayad yan." What a catch.

I really did not know how I managed to pull it off. Kapal ng mukha? Oh, looks like it.

Well, at least I learned a lot of things!

[1] Take time to count how much money you have before leaving the house for out-of-towns, malling, any kada gala or err, salon visits! No matter how last minute the action is, check your wallets, check your pockets. You don't wanna end up like me!

[2] Bring a friend with you if you're not sure to comply with [1]! Hey, I do not really know how will I be able to get away with it if Ate Carla with it. Anyway, if you're a mobile user (heck, I'm not), that's surely useful. Actually, the salon has a landline phone, I could ask someone to rescue me but I'm just not a prima donna.

[3] Do not be a spendthrift! Do not indulge your hair, if you, uhm, do not have a backer (say a glam mom). :)

[4] Be wise where to spend your savings!

[5] Love your tresses. Yes, you can get away with it. Believe in the beautiful side of things.

***

How do I look? Don't ask.

Christ has risen.
Happy Easter, everyone!

T.G.I.S [i]

I have always rated Tortang Talong with five stars. :)

Of course, the kitchen has always been a pit stop, especially these days since I inhabit the house for a solid 24/7. Yesterday, I was delighted to find out that we have eggplants in the refrigerator. Para akong batang nakakita ng ice cream sa freezer. Well, egg is a staple in our house, so I asked my mommy if I could cook tortang talong for breakfast.

My first attempt to cook a favorite omelette dish did not turn out to be quite successful. Hindi, hindi ako nakasunog. It was just a simple egg and eggplant combination plus a dash of salt pero hindi ako nasarapan eh. Actually, the cooking experience left me with a burn on the left wrist pa. :)

Parang buhay lang, the sufferings you've been through doesn't guarantee victory in the end, but the bruises will heal. Afterall, it was a learning experience.

Ang buhay at ang talong.

Bow.

***

"Oh, and that banner you held up? The one with the numbers? The ranking of colleges? That's so useless, dude. Just accept it. Halos lahat ng pumasa ng ACET, pumasa ng DLSUCET. Sorry if it doesn't work the other way around..:)"

The never-ending battle of blue and green.
(Hindi ako color-blind.)

This is a line from a blog of obviously, an Atenean.

There and then of course, I pondered.

I cannot assess the DLSUCET because I failed to submit my application requirements. "La Salle na lang hindi pa nakapasa," yan ang mga naririnig ko nung unang-una pa lang sa mga nakatatanda. From feedbacks like that, I would of course measure that DLSUCET is a piece of cake.

Kakatapos ko lang mag-ACET no'n, I asked a batchmate how was the DLSUCET. "Grabeee, ang hirap," sabi niya.

Ha? Ano ba talaga?

Sabi naman ng pinsan ko, mahirap din naman daw ang entrance exam ng La Salle kaya lang mas malaking percentage ng examinees ang kinukuha nila. Meaning, DLSUCET is a brain bomb too but student selectivity is looser compared to UP and AdMU.

What way to muse more than checking out threads? Just clicks away. PEx was ever-reliable. Well, of course the forum morphed, as expected, into a bragging outlet. Concerning the difficulty of college entrance tests, here's the stand of the majority in the thread involving the Big Four-kuno (hardest to easiest): [1] ACET; [2] UPCAT; [3] DLSUCET; [4] USTET. Yet, amidst the heated argument, jesting still managed to occur.

acaciatree: bakit ba pilit na kunukumpara ang DLSUCET sa ACET? e yung social climber naming neighbor na nag-Saudi ang Ama (now Daddy na ang tawag) na ga-munggo ang utak nakakuha ng Scholarship sa DLSU.

Bandido: ^^mas grabe pala sa ateneo ....kahit walang utak na tulad mo nakakuha ng scholarship???

acaciatree: mas grabe sa la salle at ust, kahit walang ulo pumapasa.

I don't know if you find it funny, but I do. :) Mabenta kasi sa'kin ung ga-munggo ni Bandido. Baka tuloy maging bukambibig ko na 'to sa mga susunod na araw. :) By the end of the forum, pinagtulungtulungan na yung mga Thomasians. They were picking on the USTET. Irrevelant concepts sprouted and the chief topic went astray.

Managing to collect my thoughts, here's my say: The difficulty of college entrance tests does not entirely reflect the capacity and excellence of schools. Neither do the selectivity in admissions, I guess. It serves as a factor though. So what if a school has an easy-peasy admission test? Maybe they can accommodate more students in their institution. Education is [mutating to be] a business after all. (Summoning Paulinians from SPCB! =>)

Anyway, passing the entrance exam is an entirely different matter from surviving college.

be posting again later.

Thursday was eventful...or I was just extra-talkative? Part II

It really frustrates me that I cannot write a single paragraph or at least a five-sentenced testimony about my faith. Well, as I greatly pondered, not just on the concept of faith but at things (a LOOOT of thingsss) that scratch a broad spectrum-- say, the Filipino customs or labor migration or my diplomatic stand on Jun Lozada. A malignant frustration. It hammers me hard everytime I come to think of it.

"Miss, you are not a writer."

Tae talaga.

***

I am still stucked with my thoughts yesterday. And subsequently, I've been thinking of Ma'am Maclang :). This woman has a rare gift, a gift of touching one's conscience. Well, why use rare? Simply because not all who tries to capture your conscience (e.g. priest's homily, parent's scolding, friend's advice) activates it.

I would tell a lot friends and classmates how amazed am I that she can actually trigger the inner voice of one's inner self. Her ability to spark one's sense of right and wrong is unmistakable. One would end up telling himself "Oo nga noh" at the very least, and "Ang sama sama sama sama kong tao" at the utmost.

Kaso minsan, chudoinks! Dyahe. Her grammatical errors bursts the bubble sometimes-- veiling a laugh amidst sermon on the mount. :) Her point cannot be broken though. Whether be it in English or Filipino (better off in filipino), what a gift, ma'am!

Steadily on denial, what the... I'm longing for ma'am's words. :)

***

Ngayon pa ako nakapanood ng TV, kung kailan Mahal na Araw.

I was confined in the master's bedroom. The laptop was (sorta) shockingly not enough to treat ennui (I learned the word because of Marie-- sharing.) so I turned on the television. There was no cable line in this room. And you know it, I am lazy so I did not bother to go downstairs so I could watch BasketballTV, JackTV, HBO, AXN etc. Thus, it's either ABS or GMA. GMA was airing some cartoon or anime, (gee, can't remember what was it) then and some Star Cinema movie (I guess).

Guess what? I chose ABS! Haha. And it wasn't just some Star Cinema movie for a lot, referring to fans (well, for me, it was!). Hey, it was a Juday-Piolo movie.

So the story was like this. Juday (I did not bother to remember the character names.) seeks the help of Piolo to find the lost fiancee of her brother which is allegedly with Piolo's friend. Oh I remember a name! Rabbit. Yeah. Rabbit was Piolo's friend who's the new love interest of Juday's brother's fiancee (which happens to be her bestfriend too). Waaw. I knew the story. :)

On a stray thought, I was never mesmerized by Piolo. I only thought Piolo is charming on the mere idea that he has a myriad of fans. Sabi nila makalaglag-panty raw yung gwapo ni Papa P (hala? nakisama sa asosasyon? haha.) pero ewan ko ha. Let's see. Well, if we get to meet. (haha)

Small world, who knows?

***

Torrent, I can't thank you enough! Since January, Bittorrent and uTorrent have been so useful ever. I would really like to take the path of "lawful viewing," but cwtv.com's episode programming service is only limited to residents of the United States. So nobility aside, I resorted to ever-reliable downloading.

I am sooo updated with the season 5 of One Tree Hill! :) The perks of laptop and router-- very timely unexpected present from Daddy.:)

Abroad, OTH airs every Tuesday which means Wednesday in the Phil...I did not care to search how many hours advanced are we. So I download by Thursday and enjoy the episode by Friday.

uTorrent just finished downloading the 12th epi of season 5, OTH's hundredth episode. In seconds, I'll be enjoying.... <3

Credits to Marie, she's always the techie one. She introduced me to Torrent software.

Speaking of Marie, Jose told me via Y!M that she has been texting Rie recently. Oh wait, that wasn't the catch. Marie was replying to Jose's text messages recently. (yaannn) He related that Friend was missing the internet sooo much. I figured. :) haha.

Thursday was eventful...or I was just extra-talkative? Part I

Like any other fresh high school graduate *slash* incoming college froshie and I, Jose is on the verge of a university dilemma. Of all, I am not expecting anymore somehow that he will be in such a case. He was so fothright (I just learned the word yesterday :>) about it, and accordingly, he was already attached to the thought that he'll be braving the QuarTerm system of Mapua by college. Marie and I were ultra glued to the thought already as Jose will be pushing through our dreams of taking up Multimedia Arts and Sciences (MAS) in MIT. If truth be told, we were exciteeddd for him. LOL.

Jumpthought! Marie and I also took the Scholastic Aptitude Test of MIT. Well, we considered Mapua as an option then because of MAS. A jumpthought in a jumpthought, our Intramuros visits last December and January were kinda memorable and, uhm, educational. :P

But today, he told me his mother was begging him to take the entrance exam of FEU. Because for an instance, he'll be studying there for free if he agrees. Yeah, for free because his mother is returning next school year to teach in the College of Nursing in FEU once again.

Para sa isang bansang may ekonomiyang matamlay, pag-asang namamatay at kaisahang sumpungin, sadyang pangarap na lamang ata ang libre sa buhay. (waaw.yoon.)

Perks? A brand new desktop and a brand new laptop. Not bad for a bribe.haha. That was a joke. :P Kidding aside, it really makes him think twice though. And ++, if he opts to pursue a degree in Nursing, he might get a car as well. Wahaw.

But Jose is loyal to the field of Informations Technology, a car wouldn't do. :) He is even thrilled of the news that Japan is now looking for IT Specialists (course a group of peops he would love to be a part of) even he hasn't even stepped to college yet. I did not knew about that. Uhm, anyway, I have not been a couch potato for sooo looong. Broadcasting the hearsay, I am leafing through his brain waves and I am comprehending that he's very enthusiastic about IT.

So just out of plain musings, I visited the website of FEU. I figured that what place to try than the site of East Asia College so to find out the degree programs in the field of IT. I found pretty easy what I was looking for. It was boxed on the left pane labeled Course Offerings. There were eight courses. Stemming from my initiative to nurse ignorance, I bothered myself. What's the difference of Computer Science to Computer Engineering to Informations Technology? Sure, I am a dumbass. :) I clicked on the keywords but I was soo lazy to absorb the text description. Better off, I'll just ask the class valedictorian on Monday. :P

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This morning, I swore to myself that I am not eating any sweets. But just when promises are made to be broken, I delighted myself with choko-choko sticks on my way to my Cuzzo's place. I brought back her tank top which well, I wasn't able to use anyway. I caught her in front of the desktop facebooking and multiplying. Okay, I returned her tank top.

Afterwards, I sat beside her and watched her surf. Out of the blue, she told me she was stalking (haha.) the Magalonas' blog and multiply accounts. Yeah, as in the nuclear family of master rapper Francis M. So far, I've seen Maxene's (often referred as Maxx) multiply (but I've visited her page looong ago), then Saab's blogspot and multiply too. Then there's the multiply account of Pia Magalona, the wifey and of course, the padre de familia's own. Even their youngest, Clara (Grade II next school year if I am not mistaken-- as I can remember from my almost 180 minutes of tailing.haha), has her own multiply account. I wasn't able to visit Frank Magalona's (a Candy cutie) page. Actually, I am not sure if he has his own.

And so I was stalking too. :)

Gee. What a cool family. You may want to adopt me. kidding. <3

Oh by the way Cuzzo, if you happen to read this post (anyway, I will tell you to do so or I'll just break the word to you in person. :P), hey, as I was browsing pia magalona's photo pages, maxene has a pair of golas like yours. Gee. There goes the artista-fan treatment, eh? haha. eek. duh. like someone popular's things cannot be yours at hand. I am acting totally gross. Cuss me for this. :)

procession of thoughts.

It was a starless sky. Well, most probably, there were points of light but the vast heavens were pretty cloudy. Yet, the moon shone luminously on its finest shape. Its manifestation promised to lift chins to secure compliments.

I accompanied my mother and two aunts to join the procession today. Oh okay. Let me restate that. I was more than accompanying my mommy, Tita Baby and Tita Myra; I also opted to participate in the procession.

Let me take you a trip down memory lane. When I was younger, slim and slender (I miss that :) Karen was accustomed to take part in processions every Holy Week. She treads the road of San Vicente and Parada with the rest of Tres Marias, her ever-there cousins, Ate Joy and Ate Carla.

I may have not fully realize back then, but pacing the motorway with a candle stucked in a cardboard at hand was my way of observing the Holy Week. And I guess, I still bear the same reason why I joined the procession four hours ago.

Ate Joy and Ate Carla are now college students. The former hails from Quezon City actually. Tita Baby was waiting for her outside their house. "Nasa NLEX pa raw eh," she breathed with worry. And so, I replied in concern, "Baka hindi na makakasama yun, pagod pa yun eh." Emerging from the dullness of the night, a mademoiselle with long, curly locks came approaching our way. Tita Myra. I asked her, "Si Ate Carla?" "Kakauwi lang eh, pagod," she answered. Okay, no Tres Marias tonight.

The procession sets off in the next barangay, San Vicente. The four of us rode a jeep minimizing sixty minutes of relaxed walking to five minutes of travel. The mass was already in the communion rite when we arrived in the Diocesan Shrine. Anyway, we did not have plans of attending the mass afterall. It was my first time in the place. My mom and my aunts visit rarely. If I am not mistaken, it was just mommy's second time.

The three of them were conversing how idyllic the place is and how lucky are the residents nearby. The moms were comparing our parish and the shrine. Then my own thoughts started rolling. Imagine this. Fr. Vic Robles lifts the host for consecration and suddenly, some vehicle passes by, the driver exercising his democratic rights, claiming the "King of the Road" crown. Fine! You own the track! Eh di sa'yo na yung daan.

Okay, It's plainly my fault if I always get distracted every Sunday in the church. My concentration nerves aren't just good enough, but hey! Talking about drivers who keep bragging their horns! One of the most irritating things ever. If someone has to fine them everyday, or even jail these self-proclaimed road royalties for a month, just to remind them A MASS IS GOING ON, A SACRAMENT IS BEING CELEBRATED, so be it. They have to learn the ABCs of courtesy.

My mind was activated from that moment on. And I really thought of blogging. :)

After the shrine tour, we walked our way to the place where people started assembling. I passed by a karo, and whoa! Mother Mary smelled like Clinique Happy Heart.

It was already 7:30 evening and the 7:00 PM procession has not started yet. The four of us pleasured ourselves with a conversation. Our exchange of thoughts flowed from driving lessons, to Dr. Luciano, to orthodontists, to the Perezes. We arrived to glutathione and calamansi, the hell I dunno how. The next minute, people started lining up and our, uhm, girl talk terminated.

This time, I was not holding a candle jammed in a piece of cardboard. Wax started dripping to my right hand but I did not let out an ouch (neither an aray. hehe). I was 80% numb, frozen to my deep pondering. My class adviser and RE teacher must have been proud of me, I was sincerely reflecting, and well, examining my conscience.

I was observing the people surrounding me because, I guess, most of us no longer understood DEEPLY what we were there for. If I asked those people one by one regarding the essence of the procession, I think my anxieties would not be alleviated nor my question be answered. Well, who am I to doubt? so, I am not trusting faith testimonies anymore? I do not know actually. I guess because no one seems to be helping me unearth clarity? My mind is all cluttered with random thoughts of faith. My sentences are not even organized. All throughout the procession, I was struggling with these thoughts.

I am living a hollow spiritual life right now.

I need my Religious Education teacher/Class Adviser.

17 years and still counting.

fatman. . .phuk yoo. =)