tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82389056699310571012012-02-07T09:26:10.244+08:00I'm inconspicuously colourfulPaula Batuigashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13143997982324248139noreply@blogger.comBlogger771100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238905669931057101.post-87825178702580686372012-01-28T07:17:00.017+08:002012-01-30T13:54:09.811+08:00

As a continuation to my previous post, I now share how the trip went.Mother's plan was to visit the Registry of Deeds at Cebu City to inquire about things I do not want to know. I went w/ her carrying my heavy bags. It was way beyond exhausting that I almost collapsed because it was too hot in there, we were walking around the city. She didn't want to get a cab because she knows that it was

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*This post shall be dedicated to my first ever plane ride.I am 21 and haven't been on a plane until the 20th of January this year. Days before the trip, I've been asking my mom what happens at the airport before boarding. I was that anxious. There was a mix of feelings that I cannot thoroughly describe. So I took photos. It's the only way for me to remember how I felt.Mama and II fell in love

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I got back to the normal me again, got too lazy to make a new post during the one month hiatus. No goodbye 2011, a year-end post from me and I need not explain why. But I know I started the year right.1st of January: I had the chance to be with my high school friends again. They're the most honest and genuine friends I have. I will forever be thankful that I have them in my life.15th of January:

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Approximately 90 days.How would you feel if you were given three more months to live? How would you spend it? I bet some of us would want it to be planned, connect with whoever we want to give thanks to, to ask for forgiveness, to show love, or just to do the little things to those people around us and leave pretty memories as we go.But what if only those people around you know that you only have

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21. For a woman's age, it is the time when she is to be fully-recognized as a lady. Even a clothing company for ladies is named after it, Forever 21.Twenty-one. And I feel old. Every time I see students in their school uniform, I feel a lot older. I see my grade school Alma Mater every working day and I feel old. I realize that I already am working, I feel real old. I see any of my siblings

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I bet this will be my last post for this month. Makes sense since today is the 30th, the last day of the month, and I say this month has been good to me, all too pretty to be forgotten. Highlights: *spent the first night of the month with my old friends (high school) and even watched Praybeyt Benjamin with them *ran for 5 kilometers together with my siblings, and my best friend plus her siblings

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I'm twenty-one and I don't really know where I'm going. Believe it, or not, I just finished a tv series at past 2 in the morning and had a serious struggle with myself and a fight with our cat. I don't know whichever sounded weirder and I can still here myself palpitating. Is this just the post-series effect when you get to absorb everything, especially the end part, and force yourself to relate

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I just happened to notice, I got off from work way too early than the usual. Though it got a little delayed since our Christmas party is coming up and my group (yes, we have groupings for our presentation on the 10th of December, and yes, we're serious about it. Haha) had to meet to get into the details of our "Alladin", a musicale presentation. I am part of the ways and means committee and have

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Gab Alipe w/ the PowerspoonzFangirling with Carlos of Up Dharma Down  Of course, The Armi of Up Dharma Down Franco, 11-19-2011 That's me, fangirling.I haven't really been to plenty of band gigs, and I haven't been to any concerts. Like real concerts.I recall attending that Nina, Jimmy Bondoc, and Paolo Santos gig when I was in high school because my older sister needed some chaperon back then.

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Better be untitled. Rants coming your way.I now have a valid excuse for myself on why I barely get the chance to write a post. Tah-dah! My laptop's broken. It's been dead for over a month now and I haven't had the chance (money and time to be specific) to have it checked and repaired.That's what appears when you turn it on. It's too pathetic. Can't retrieve my files. Boo!So now, I'm kind of

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I've ran out of inspiration to write even a short blog post, but when my best friend introduced me to this series entitled "Awkward" I told myself that I will really, really try update my blog as much as I can, and if my 'busy' schedule permits me. I have decided to stop my monthly-update posts because when I do try to recall all that's happened, the mind goes blank. Just perfect. It's either too

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At 10/05/2011, past 10pm, I got myself inked. It's something that I've wanted for so long. I've long waited for the right time for it to happen. The design I chose isn't really the one that I've thought of having. I do like it, but my tattoo-artist friend/neighbor and I thought that I needed to have a trial session first before I go on with the final design that I want to have. The trial session

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I saw this app and thought that I needed to download it due to my busy life that I do not even have a minute to update my blog. Yey! I can even post photos! So I guess that's it. Prolly going to update more often. #okwhocaresduh Adios! ;)

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April of 2011Came the time of real hardwork. I was on my first week at work and hell, it was hard and fun at the same time, but most parts got me thinking that being at school is a lot easier that working your ass off to earn money at a place entirely different from what you've been used to. That's when I realized that time is not mine anymore. I had to wake up real early, 5 in the morning, the

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March of 2011 Nothing really happened. I kid. The month went so fast that I didn't really keep in mind that it was the month of graduation, my last month in school with my beloved teachers, friends, and classmates, and of course my best friend. It was hard for me knowing that the future seemed a little too vague. I wasn't sure of what was there to do, I didn't know what to expect since I didn't

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February of 2011 I recall, was one of the busiest months of the year (as of today) since it was the time of last-school-requirements completion and compilation month. Cramming is the best word to describe it. Unplanned sleepovers-that-never-were occurred pretty often just to be at pace with the demands of the academe. I now find it difficult to blog about Feb and need the help of photographs to

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I checked on my dashboard and it said: It has been 5 long months, I reckon, since my last blog post. Though every now and then I get the idea of having constantnodols updated, I get eaten up by the sloth in me. And due to the long hiatus of being the lazy blogger, if I may say, I have decided to do separate posts on what haps have happed for each month of the said hiatus.I also blame

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Is this love that I'm feeling?this sweetand this happyJust live like this, like we don't give a shit.For the love of Cera :)Tomorrow is the said deadline for our Project Feasibility Study on establishing a skateboarding/bmx riding (?) in Davao. I must be dead by now.I am having this fascination on Lomography, since, like, uhmm, I don't remember. But all I do is fake lomography with my lomo app in

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I'm in the middle of making our survey questionnaire and I decided to stop because I just wanted to. Or maybe because we talked to my sister via Skype so I had to stop whatever I was doing. And here I am, unconsciously making a blog entry when time's supposed to be used for more productive things. Yes, the nerve of this woman is just. Unbearable. It's not that I wanted to brag about this but, ha,

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Since the year started and a little before the year ended, I have become an android. 3 to 5 hours of sleep a day makes me one of the prettiest zombies in town. NOT.I am the type of person who hates pressure from school. Exams are okay, who hasn't gotten used to them? What I hate are those things that eat most of my time when I can do something more productive like reading a good book or doing

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I have this tiny notebook which I believe is like my palm, where I can write anything. I wrote that thing above months ago when I was thinking of my grade school years. Forgive my handwriting, that's the best I can do. Christmas is coming up and I haven't thought of my wish list yet because... "All I want for Christmas is my Two Front Teeth"I just felt that I needed to blog that's why I made this

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The night before yesternight, I went to this event at Marco Polo Hotel called the Grand Premiere. It was actually an event organized by a few of my batchmates who're taking up Prac1 (Training for Transformation), in preparation for our on-the-job training next semester. It was actually meant for us to experience "fine dining" because as business students we should know the proper etiquette at

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I was supposed to make an entry about my Lola (Grandmum) a month ago, when it was Grandparents' Day, but then I knew about it a day after GPs' Day so I decided to make this on the day/night of her birthday. Unfortunately, I slept earlier than expected and I got busy with some stuff during the day. And because I am free tonight, I'll make it happen.Lola Ligaya de Castro was born on the 11th of

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No entries for September means more this October! I've been too busy with micro blogging (Twitter) which made my blogspot empty for the month of September. I guess it's a lot easier to rant on twitter because it's got to be short, 140 characters or less, and it's less time consuming unlike making a long entry, but I still love it here. /goodtobebackfeeling Too many things have happened last month

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What I want to eat is your MANGO FLUTECause it's cheap *some time during April 2010 - Uyanguren Street

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No entries for the month of September because I's a bum. YEEEEAAAAA *June 25, 2010 - Buhangin Jeepney - NO SMOKENG That's hot ;)

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I was on my way to school yesterday to meet my classmates to make our project even though it's school fiesta, Yes, I know. So on a jeepney ride on my way to school, I sat beside this old lady. She looks educated, dressed decently and talked smartly with this other lady who's with her. I didn't mean to eavesdrop or anything but of course, I can hear their conversation. It was quite a long jeepney

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Every part of me just dies after spending every cent of my money.It hurts like hell. And my siblings and I have a theme song for being broke.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8aRor905cCw

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I stumbled upon this phrase while I was studying for my Theology exam.  But yes, I guess this is home for me. I was crying while reading this. Written by my older sister. Click on the title for the original text. "1 year (or 22 years?) on:"The parents, they're at it againI don't know if Mum still reads this page, I know she used to, pretty regularly maybe? But then I stopped updating and

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All my life, I've always thought that I was healthy. Excluding that time when I went mad and insisted that I had to have myself checked thinking I had Hepatitis because of my very unhealthy skin color. But for the most part of my life, I thought I was healthy. I've never been admitted to a hospital as much as I could remember. Until the 22nd of last month, I decided to have myself checked,

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About two weeks ago, 17th of this month, I went to school at around 7am (the earliest since the year started because I haven't been having early morning classes, earliest for this semester is 8am, Mondays only) to attend the Holy Spirit Mass which was sort of required for us in our Theology class since it's our last year in college and our teacher would be giving us a quiz about the Mass. (

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Not everyone has a best friend of their own.So it would probably mean that not everyone in this world knows how this kind of relationship work. So I've decided to write about it to share what I know about having one. So, I have a best friend and we do a lot of things together. But not everyone understands that a best friend is a real thing, like a big deal in someone's life. Before we get into

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I am so proud of myself for casting my vote successfully! I feel like I am part of history, a grownup!  Yea, right. As early as 7 in the morning, my father and I were already preparing to leave the house to find our precinct/stations and also watching the latest news about today's national and local elections. We left the house at around 7:30am and went straight to Ma-a Elementary School to

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More than a year ago, I asked my mom for something that I was totally in love with and her answer was 'after you graduate from college'. That was the deal. Yes, I remember that very well. A week prior to this week, she has told me about some photography workshop that her friend was organizing and I was just 'uh-huh. Uhmmkay' because that's all I can say. So I sorta told my best friend about it

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It's Monday though, but I am thinking about yesterday's cra...laziness, so yea, a Lazy Sunday it was. The family went to church to hear mass yesterday, but not together. Father went at 7:30am, Mom and my siblings went at 9am, while I went there at 4:30pm. And I was alone. Ok, so I could have gone together with them but I was too lazy to get up that I even pretended to read my book in

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Last night as I was wasting my time doing nothing in the internet, I came across the Yahoo Philippines' homepage right after signing out from my mail. So what appears on its homepage? They have their  headlines for today, a column for favorites, more news, some advertisements and some other stuff. But what caught my attention the most was their popular searches at the upper-right part of the

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click photo source I've often dreamt about death, a friend's death, my parents', siblings', and of course, my death. And whenever I wake up from these dreams, I always find myself crying in bed. Sad because it seem so real while I was sleeping and at the same time, happy because God has given me another day to live. After wiping my tears off, I get up and check my family if they're still

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Do you know how it feels when you've planned and prepared for this one event then it gets fvcked up on the day? FML Today, I was supposed to hangout with my closest high school friends. I've planned about it a few days ago cause I badly miss them and we haven't spoken to each other for a while now. So I told them to come over to my place and I'll take care of the 'drinks' and they can just

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Just when I finished writing a loooong blogpost to give a little update, the webpage crashed without saving what I've written. FML even more *Have a great day ahead of you.

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I get really moody these past few days. Unstable. Unable to think properly. I often convince myself that there's nothing wrong with me, but I know there is. There's something that bothers me seriously. I tend to forget it at times but when I am alone and there's nothing to do but scratch my head, it pops up. Just like a computer warning of a virus or something. The big problem is, I do not

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You know what sucks big time? It's when you and your closest friend/s cut the tie between you and the other/s. We call that FRIENDSHIP OVER. I hate it big time thinking that friends should be for each other no matter what happens. If it's over, then maybe you weren't really friends at all. I've been to a couple of FO moments, and I tell you, it's a disaster. I don't want it to happen to me again.

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Just last night (oh wait, maybe the night before that) while I was doing my nightly routine, I was thinking about talent shows. There's been a lot of TV shows nowadays where people can showcase their talents. To mention a few, we have Pilipinas Got Talent (?), Talentadong Pinoy, Shall We Dance, and etc., locally.  And not only on TV, there's also Youtube.com where everyone can post any videos of

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I've always known that I often, if not always, do deep thinking when I am at the bathroom. In our bathroom, there's the toilet bowl, Toilet and bathroom in one. It seems to be weird or odd for some of you, but not for me. So there, I was saying that the toilet is the best place for me to think. It is one of the few places where my mind feels at ease and working at the same time.Sitting on the

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I have a number of pending blog post titles or simple ideas inside my, err, fake memory card. I can only take note of it when I have something near me that's good enough to be vandalized, just not my hand in that case. But if you might have noticed, I've only written a few blog entries in here, and I have the best answers for that.First, I usually get ideas inside the bathroom/comfort room. My

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(I got this photo here)The moment I woke up, checked my Twitter account, and my phone, greetings were everywhere."Happy Valentine's/V/Balentimes/Heart's/Single-awareness Day!"Ok, I am aware that I'm single.But why is this day really very special? Tell me. I've been dying to know.But I've also read things like:"Di porket Valentine's Day ngayon, bitter ka na""Wag maging bitter""Di ako bitter dahil

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I think I was outta my mind last Friday and decided to dye my hair with wine red. Stupid, isn't it?The three of us, Momi Joan and my best friend, Krissie, and I went to some cheap store and bought hair dyes for 12-14php each box, but we had to buy two boxes per head so it only cost us around 30php each. Way, way cheaper than having your hair done in a salon.So, the three of us, had our hair done

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Yesterday marked the first day of February, the month of LOVE. On the 14th is the most famous, Valentine's Day and restaurants, malls, and parks would soon be jam-packed with dating lovers. Romantic dinners, special reserved wines (?), couples kissing. Sweet, isn't it?Let's give these couples the time of their lives cause they only get to celebrate Vday once a year, yet us, singles can celebrate

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Jan. 25The past few days of my life weren't really my kinda days. I failed my quizzes in Cost Accounting, Theology, Auditing Theories, and haven't spent a whole day at home. I was at school the whole week, last week. I just felt the exhaustion today.Me and my group mates have already started doing our project in Theology 131, a documentary on premarital sex, and we've already interviewed 3

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Today's the 7th day of the year and almost the 8th. But is it really a new year for me? They say the new year is the perfect time to a better beginning, a start of something new, perhaps. But is it?2009 was a good year for me, things turned out well, prelim grades were yet to be announced (so I saved 2010 to mourn for them), the family has become a bit better, good friends were there for me,

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As the year starts, I want to blog about my very pretty, witty, sexy and adorable best friend who's always been there for me through the odd and good times. (you know who you are, and if you're reading this, don't get too flattered sick-o :P)Last night was New Year's Eve, and it so happened that my very good old friends from the neighborhood came to our house and sorta dragged me to visit some of

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I've been thinking of Christmas gifts already. Haven't bought gifts for my family and friends. But I am trying to organize them in my list already. I have the optional category and the people on that list are the ones that I... never mind.My best friend's birthday is coming up and boy, I just can't think of anything to give her. I need HELP!Everyone has been making and going through their

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If you'd visit my house today, you'll really notice the music. My siblings and I are playing Up Dharma Down songs again and again that even my father is loving the band. This is the effect of the band's magic. We watched their gig last night at Kai's Bar at Jack's Ridge. It was the coolest. Unforgettable. Wonderful. I'm getting obsessed!I haven't taken pictures from last night due to the lack of

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I don't know how stupid this sounds but I hate people who wear their headphones and listen to some songs on their music players and put it on full volume as if it's some sort of mini speakers for everyone to hear. And this usually happens when I'm riding the jeepney. Can't they hear anything from it when it's already there, inside their ears, playing directly right to the eardrums?This thing

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After a break-up, is it really necessary to cut ties with the the ex-lover? Well, it could depend on the reason for breaking up but, is it really necessary to forget everything that has happened between you and the other?Well I know a few ex-couples who haven't talked and haven't had any communication yet after their relationships ended. But should they really forget about the friendship that

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I haven't had any experiences with this feeling that has made many of us go crazy, mad, blind, stupid, and worse, a rotting body six-feet under the ground. This feeling that we know as Romantic Love. But why do my friends bother to ask for my advice? Have they gone nuts? How could a 'little girl with no experiences' like me give them a helpful advice about love? It's weird, really. But somehow,

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Forrest Gump: My Momma always said, "Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you gonna get."This line, taken from the movie Tom Hanks as Forrest Gump, is one line that I can never really forget. I've also used this in my other blog and I want to use it again because it teaches us about life, teaches me about what I choose for myself.I always think that when I choose something for

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I therefore confirm to myself that ALL MEN ARE THE SAME. And that is the awful and ugly truth that we all women have to accept.and maybe that's why I am still single.

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Things come into my mind randomly, and in case you haven't noticed, i got one of the weirdest minds. Well, probably not. But yea, I consider myself one. I wish you get tired of reading this so that you'd not continue to read about my garbage-working mind. The last few days of school for the first semester of this year have been devastating (and I'm kinda like exaggerating

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i never had the chance to make a new post due to my 'very busy' schedule. whenever i think of posting a new one, i always end up saying 'laterrr' and so... yea. no updates for quite some time now.i've done plenty of things for the past few weeks (or months) and never had the chance to share it. so yea. let me.little reminder: these are the ones retained on my very forgetful memory (forgive me,

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two of my older 'kuyas' from the neighborhood went to my house just a couple of hours ago to borrow my algebra book. and they brought with them this Volksgwagen Beetle which got me drooling.i've always fancied having something like that. and also driving, which i haven't done yet. my father has not taught me yet, and our 'vehicle' (which is a lame one, such a poor thing, and disgusting too) is

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i can always remember my grade school life. i was too young and innocent. ignorant. i've had too many friends (or acquaintances) way back. well, i can still remember their names and who they were back then. some were rich, others were average. some were cool, some were trying to be cool, but some were just them.i can write what i remember and what i can only remember. my apologies to those

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last night was... exhausting. i knew it would happen, but last night was too soon! well i know it would have been better if it happened earlier than last night. last month perhaps? or earlier? but i didn't have the courage to do what my sister just did.but i was thankful. thanks to my very amazing sister, kaka. i love you, b*tch.well, it was quite a show. the house became silent and just

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oh yea. i just checked the date of my last blogpost----- March 13! two months ago.. whew. good thing i remembered.so, ya. it's been two months of an empty brain. see? i can't even think of anything to write.i've checked my friendster accounts , which haven't been checked for almost like 3months now. but i still can't think of anything to write.life has become too boring for me. i even change

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sa jeep..naka-upo lamang sa sulok..nakatulala.may isang pasahero,enjoy na enjoy sa kanyang kinakain.yum! nakangiti pa habang kumakain.burger sa Jollibee? Fries sa McDo?o Chippy?no matter what your food is, you still got me salivating. drooling.i don't know with you guys, but i have this thing against people eating inside jeepneys, or PUVs. they make the other passengers drool over their food.

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and because i am stupid(and i do accept the fact that i am), i can just write about stupid things. cause i'm good at this. always been good at this.yesternight (last night =D), i went out with some of my friends. and told my mum and my best friend that it wouldn't take long. so yea, that was stupid. cause we got to the place at around 9pm and we left the place at 1am. not too long, right? stupid.

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i hate rats. they're disgusting. i hate them. i think they should all rot in hell. like what are they supposed to be doing in someone's house? ruin their things? see how unhelpful these creatures are? they are uggghh. so fucking annoying! and they're not even cute! how can anyone take them as pets! they're pests, not pets at all!see this picture?now, would you like to have a pet as disgusting as

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1:00 pm. Saturday(yesterday at the gazebo at school). lunch? yes.i get to be alone for some time. i do like the feeling of being alone at times. it gives me time to think of things that i often miss, simple things that can easily be forgotten.it's been long since i last ate lumpia shangai (uhhm?). i prefer to have the lumpia from Dencia's. or maybe it's the only place i remember eating them and

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'you have to do it because i said so!'who'd want to have the kind of person who says this line all the time? so.. demanding. well, maybe if i get a job and work, my boss will have the right to say that sentence to me. but for ordinary people, nah-ah. a major headache.well maybe my parents have the right to tell me that, but it should come with an explanation i guess. or a clear purpose on why i

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there are lots of things that i find pretty funny. i find myself funny at times =D, but what i want to share are the little things that make me happy... so to mention a few( if i can't mention all), let me show you a list:HAPPY THINGS for a Happy Heart1. coffee: this is the best drink that has ever entered my digestive system. it really relaxes me in times of.. err. grief? well, i love coffee.

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i'll be taking my late midterm exams later this afternoon. too bad. i'll be taking them this late because i got sick last week and i had to see a doctor to check things out, found out that i had tonsillitis. my tonsils were what? swelling?well, i insisted on seeing a doctor to get myself excused with a medical certificate. haha. legal right? so i don't have to make excuses, the certificate will

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yes. i celebrated Valentine's Day with my best friend. we had a date the whole afternoon. she even skipped her NSTP class. haha! bad girl. errr. i skipped mine, too! ^_^i still celebrated the very famous Hearts' Day despite all these feelings inside of me, negative ones. of course, there's this family thing that i can't easily get rid off. every time i come home from school, i can't help it, but

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i believe my mum has read my previous post already, because i posted a link on multiply leading my contacts to this site. and now that she knows what's on my mind, i really don't know what to do.  i really don't share everything to her, i'm just not used to it. and i don't want any of my parents to know how i feel or what i think, cause i just find it corny. yea. and stupid.oh, i just realized

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i don't know if i should get angry, furious, crazy, or whatever, just not the word happy. and now i've come to realize that this is not a happy world. i grew up thinking that i have a perfect family. that i have the best mum and dad by my side. but i was wrong. i know my parents go through misunderstandings often, but i got used to it. not really knowing the truth behind their silly fights. i

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i woke up with that ****** effin door banged so loudly! so who wouldn't wake up with that? well, sometimes i don't. anyways, yea. i woke up because of it. and my head hurts like hell. HELL! i wasn't able to sleep well last night. i woke up about two times plus having the difficulty to go back to sleep, cool huh? my head. my head. why does it have to hurt like hell?oh yea.  i've received an sms

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saying sorry is a big thing. SORRY is a big word. and i really mean it whenever i say it..i remember Tuesday of last week in our History50 period, Blanche, Jha, Mommy Joan and i were talking, as usual. and then the topic on saying sorry was suddenly opened. Jha said that she doesn't really say sorry. if there's a misunderstanding between her and a friend, she waits for that friend to say sorry

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why did i choose constantnodols to be the name of my site?way back my high school days, 4thyr, some of my guy friends and Mardz were hanging out at the Heroes' Park, a 'park' in our school near the 4thyr bldg where we usually do 'tambay' when we want to cut class. but i think we didn't have class that afternoon because there was a school activity so we were dismissed early.hmmm. as i remember, i

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so here. i just discovered after a gazillion minutes on how to post a blog. it's kinda confusing cause this is not the way i post things on multiply. yes, i'm comparing things. so, ya. post, post, post. i'll post some here and some there.

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