Handwriting and Random Things

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 entry.

Anyhow, I've been getting busy since my OJT started. We have this requirement of working for 160 hours at some company, depends on where they assign us. I am assigned at JVA-JFM Corporate Center at Juna Subd., Matina. I was then assigned to Tristar Banana Group of Companies by their HR head, I guess, on our first day. We're only allowed to work 4 hours a day, 5 days a week. No work on school holidays and vacation. It's just lame because we badly want to get this done as soon as possible because of our Management Consultancy class where we're getting serious on making our feasibility study, a major requirement for a major subject. I was even planning on working this Christmas vacation to give more time for our study on school days, but when I heard that our Practicum Moderator won't be allowing trainees to work this vacay, I was disappointed.

*I miss my Mum. She's been away for two weeks now. :(

I am HUMAN

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 fine dining. And because it was a formal event, I needed to dress, well of course, formal. I went through a long preparation for it, not that I's giddy excited for it, I just wanted to look human.
Some time after I knew as to what theme I belong, Mafia-theme, my bestfriend and I had started looking for a dress to be worn for that night. Malls were at the bottom of my list. I didn't want to spend a lot on a dress because I'm not really fond of wearing them. We went to thrift shops, boutiques which sell 1st-and-2nd hand clothes for a cheap amount. One time, we saw a dress that had fit perfectly on the theme and as well as my tiny body, we just needed to had it cut and put a little bling on it to look classy. That was the plan. When we got back to the store, we found out that it was already sold. I was so disappointed. Regret came running through my head and veins.
So we had to find a new one. Store after another, then finally, we saw a cute dress (not really the kind of thing that I wanted to wear) which we decided to buy because...I don't remember. I didn't really like it. I felt really sad the moment I bought it up until the day before the event, after we had it fixed. But thanks to my bestfriend, we solved the problem.
The hard part was choosing the shoes. We went to all the malls and found the one that we thought was perfect for me and my dress at GS Gaisano. It wasn't that cheap but it wasn't as expensive as the one that I fell in love with (from Gibi which costs 1200php). My bestfriend found and chose it for me. Such a big help!
For the face, I know for myself that what I wanted was to look human, and so I cannot just go to a cheap salon and make myself look like a fool with cheap make-up the way I did during my JS prom way back 3rd yr hs (I'm just saying, I barely go to a salon so I'd rather make the most out of the experience). So I decided to have my hair and face fixed at Diding Lopez Salon and it was worth it.

while looking for shoes days before fine dining

at the salon

best friend there in white, ever supportive hahaha

with the rest of my classmates who went to the same salon

(sister took the photo)

I think I look human, Ok.

 Fvck you if you don't hahaha

 fvckthisshit I look so manly!

more photos at my multipy hahaha (as if anyone would like to see them)

Anyhoo, I didn't really take a lot of photos because almost everyone brought a cam with them and we had a photographer, so yea.

Ok, whatever, I just felt like I's a woman that night and decided that I needed to blog it. Hahahah how lame of me.

*I had problems with red-eye stuff on my photos so in case you find the pic odd bec of the eye color, I edited it using Windows yada (bec I had no skills in editing)

*I'm loving the weather tonight, I wanna shut down early. Hahaha as if

* have fun loving! ;)

October 11, My Lola's Birthday

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 October on 1941 (Oh noooosss, I'm not so sure about the year). Papa said, she was born in Malaybalay, Bukidnon but then, her family (?) transferred to Luzon and the rest was history. Ok, I'm not really sure about the details that I got from Pop.

She married at an early age and gave birth to her first son, my father, when she was 18. She has 7 kids, 3 boys and 4 girls.

When my Grandfather died (my father was in college then), Lola took all the responsibility of raising all her kids. She had a store at the Bankerohan Public Market where she sells vegetables and some other stuff, until now.

(Papa said that they had a business when he was still a kid and can say that they were pretty well-off, they were enrolled at a private school. But because of Lolo's death, not all of the kids were fortunate enough to go to college, only my father and his sister. And only my father went to Ateneo for college.)

I'm proud of my Lola even if she hasn't gone to college and just a vegetable vendor at the public market. I don't really know her story very well because when we go and visit her at the public market, we only talk about things that've happened recently. I haven't asked her about her past, it's not that I don't care about her past but I care more about the present, knowing that she's old and there's not much time left.

The day before her birthday, Pop and I went to see her and buy supplies for the week (which he does every weekend and I go with him when I don't have class, my other siblings go with him when they're free also). Pop explained that he won't be able to drop by the following day because he had a seminar. He then extended his arm to my Lola and gave her a small amount of money as a gift. When I saw that she was teary-eyed, I almost cried. She thanked Papa and I can see in her face that she hadn't expected it. Seeing her so happy made me realize a lot of things (that I need not mention kay kapoy na. Hahaha). I was just so happy.

Lola Gaya, I love you so much, kahit di mo to mababasa kasi di ka naman nag iinternet at wala ka namang panahon dito. ;)

Here's a picture of me and my Lola taken about a month ago during our weekend routine, namamalengke with Papa.

I still sit on her lap because she wants me to. Haha. Isn't my lola cute? :D

She's my only grandparent who hasn't gone to heaven yet.

*let us make our grandparents feel that they are loved (I haven't for the past couple of years, my immature days) and don't take then for granted. Let's make the most out of it while there's still time.

*Oh yes, I smell incoherence. Sorry for being a bad blogger. Haha

Not enough energy

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 that I can't find time to write about them, there's just not enough energy (ugh, I miss starcraft), and some were just unworthy to be shared, I'd rather keep em' to myself :) 

 I think I had too much of this which kept me away from blogging for a while.

*I'm in the middle of my final exams week and here I am, wasting my time. But it's just because I've missed you so muuuuuuch. Hahahaha

Have a lovely day ahead of you ;)

I want to eeat

What I want to eat is your MANGO FLUTE

Cause it's cheap

*some time during April 2010 - Uyanguren Street

Blank

No entries for the month of September because I's a bum. YEEEEAAAAA

*June 25, 2010 - Buhangin Jeepney - NO SMOKENG

That's hot ;)

Freedom of SPIT

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 ride especially when the driver keeps on stopping at every corner just to pickup potential passengers. What I noticed on my long jeepney ride was that old lady beside me. She kept on spitting saliva at the open window. If the wind blew really strong, it could have all ended up on my face. The sight of it grossed me out.
This is but a fragment only of how undisciplined we are. We dress up, trying to impress everyone with our looks yet our actions magnify our being.
I know it is rude but I despise people who spit anywhere. It gives me a negative image of that person and it can't be taken away that easily. It's like playing back that video recorder in my head, restored from the recycle bin. I had two crushes in high school who really looked neat and cute, but when I saw them spit on the ground at school, I was disturbed and said to myself 'hell no, I can't have a crush who acts like that'. Even my parents who are educated and look neat most of the time are among those persons whom I loathe. Yes, I am a rude child.
What I wanna say is that we should all choose a proper place to spit on. There are garbage bins, comfort rooms, and all those other places where we can do that thing in a more well-mannered way, and they are everywhere.

I've recorded this video of that old lady who spit just out the window in a moving vehicle. (video quality = fail)

There's always a time and place for everything, remember that. ;)
Have a great week! :D

Expenses

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

Tears

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 again


I don't know if Mum still reads this page, I know she used to, pretty regularly maybe? But then I stopped updating and readership dropped.. who knows

But Ma, if you happen to read this, I just want to say I worry about you. So much. I worry about both you and dad, but even more for you. Papa, he's a hard-ass, whatever happens, happens, and dare I say that although he has his own health issues or whatevs it's your headaches, your insomnia, your weakness, your vulnerability (in every sense of the word) that makes my heart beat a little more anxiously whenever I hear about what went on--and apparently, what's been going on--at home. 

Did I really think my coming home for the summer hols last year would fix the problem? No. Actually, I really didn't, but I got encouragement, I got advice, and somehow I was willing to believe that hey, maybe I can do something good for the two of you this time around. No harm in trying. I was never the confrontational type, but maybe for my family's sake I could just step out of my comfort zone a little bit and try to force change to happen. I couldn't take how my younger siblings were being emotionally strung along, how they had to restructure their lives just so they could accommodate all the ridiculousness that was happening at home. As their ate I guess I had to take it upon myself to try and make things all right for them; I couldn't possibly let one of them shoulder the burden themselves.. I didn't think they'd be able to handle it.

I'm sorry for calling it ridiculous, but that's how the kids and I really feel, Ma. The whole thing, it's just ridiculous. From the beginning. Why have you and Dad let it go on for this long? Aren't you tired? (Rhetorical question because I'm sure you must be.. I know Papa is.) Aren't you fed up with having to be so angry and depressed all the time, even inside your own house, surrounded by your own family? Why can't you just let go of all that anger? It's been years, Ma, and I admire your ability to be so.. steadfast, even if it is in anger, but at the end of the day, a grudge is a grudge is a grudge, and nobody's telling anyone to keep one, so why should you? Does it make you feel better, being angry? I know I'm that way sometimes, and I guess there's a certain satisfaction in harboring such feelings against something or someone, but don't you feel it wearing you down and wearing you thin? Don't you go to Mass, read the Bible, isn't there supposed to be all this big hoo-haa about forgiveness, seventy times seven? 

Maybe I'll never be able to understand what it's like for you. Maybe I'll never understand your reasons. And I feel like if I tried to reason things out with you, we'd end up just frustrating each other, the way it always happens with Papa. But I really had hope for that time last summer. I wasn't sure if it would really work, but just that little bit of hope, and I guess a huge amount of exhaustion, and the end of a summer that had gone on way too long, kind of made me just throw my hands up and take whatever we had managed to work out as a family.

So, Ma, nganong mao ra man gihapon? It really is the same crap all over again, and quite frankly, we're almost at the point of giving up on you guys. You might have already noticed that. You might have already seen how Kikits and Lala just roll their eyes and snigger between themselves whenever another shouting match erupts between you and Papa. You know, whenever I ask Lala how you guys are doing at home, she's always like "Hay. Ambot nila. Mao gihapon. Kapoy. Wa na koy labot nila." And it really pains me that they have to deal with this at home, while they also have to worry about school and studying and getting homework done in a house that always, always, has a hint of tension and apprehension in every corner.

Ma, I just don't know what to do with you now. The kids don't. Papa doesn't. I feel sorry for him but I feel even more sorry for you, because I feel like it's really just you who could turn all of this around, but somehow you can't. Or maybe you refuse to. I don't know. 

Ma, I really do look up to you, even if it doesn't seem like I do and I'd never ever shown it. I feel like I'll never be as smart or hardworking as you are. I don't think I'll ever be able to bring up kids the way you did the four of us. But, Ma, all this pain and anger, you do know it's not doing you good, right? Did you know, that night when you were wailing and shouting and I was pretty sure all our neighbors could hear us, did you know that that was the scariest and saddest sight I'd ever seen in my life? I will never forget how you looked so weak and defeated while my sisters were trying to take you into their arms and calm you down; the utter desperation I heard in your crying will always remain with me whenever I think of home. I don't think I'd be able to handle seeing you like that again, if once again worse comes to worst. Nganong mao ra man gihapon? Nganong dili man gyud ka pwede mag-forgive? Makalagot na ba. Dili gyud ko ganahan maglagot sa akong ginikanan pero you're not giving me much of a choice here.

Maybe I should write all of this in a proper letter to you instead of posting it here. But, I don't know, the fact that you may not ever get to read this, it makes me feel like I can be a little more honest with.. myself. And it's probably not fair that I'm putting most of the blame on you and not Papa--he's at fault too. Pero Ma, feel man gud nako na sa imo na lang gyud ang kulang. Si Papa, he's stubborn, he always thinks he's right, pero I think you can work something out with him. Pero Ma, as for you, I don't know, somehow I don't feel that way with you.

I just feel incredibly guilty that I'm here, having an easy time of it, while things are going that way at home to the point that everyone's calling it a "cursed" house. The house of my childhood, where I learned how to ride a bicycle, where I'd eat pan de sal and dip it in orange juice or coffee on a hot summer day, where at night I'd lie in bed for ages to read until I'd fall asleep, where I used to be, simply, completely happy. Things weren't all right between you and Papa, I still remember the fights, me shutting my eyes tight, trying to will your voices away but at the same time helplessly trying to listen to every word. But I was just a kid and I had every excuse not to try and fix things. Now I'm an adult, and should probably take some responsibility, but sometimes, you know, it's just.. I don't want to have anything to do with it anymore. I hate feeling this way, but I can't help it.

I don't want all of us to grow older and still have to carry all of this crap with us. I want to graduate, make money, try to take care of you and Papa, buy you a house, a vacation, whatever. Take my husband and my kids to see the grandparents, let them get to know you and like you. Get you to tell them stories of me being an insufferable, mischievous little kid, while I pretend to protest but let you entertain them with the gory details anyway. Maybe you can even read to them just like how you would patiently leaf through those big picture books with me when I was small and just about to begin a lifelong love affair with reading. Simple things. Just these simple things. But right now they may be too much to ask.

Is this STILL a happy world? 

Unhealthy Eyes, Unhealthy Me

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, specifically, my left eye. I've noticed that the lower lid of my left eye began to hurt. There's a specific spot where the pain was coming from. Days later, that part began to swell and pus became visible. And so, I told my mom that I had to visit the doctor immediately. I panicked.
After waiting for some time, it was my turn for some tests. The assistant led me to a machine where I was made to look at some image of something inside it, I didn't ask what it was for. Then she asked me if I've put something on my eye and on the swollen part, I only said I used EyeMo (red) for four days already, but didn't tell her that I've put some ointment (asked some from my classmate). She's also asked me if I've worn eyeglasses, I answered no, firmly.
After some minutes of waiting, the assistant called me again to see the doctor. It was my first time to see an Opthalmologist, having no history of any eye disorder until then. I went through more tests, he told me that he'll be using different machines for checking my eye like having that very bright yellow light pass by my sight not staring at it, staring at some small image like that of the assistant's, and others which I wish I remembered but I couldn't.
After all those tests that I've gone through, he finally told me that I have Chalazion (the swelling) and MYOPIA (nearsightedness). The chalazion was brought about by some bacteria and caused the infection. I was more interested with the myopia thing. The doctor explained to me everything that I needed to know about what's happened to my eyes and gave me a list of eye ointments to stop and heal the swelling. As for my myopia, he didn't tell me to use eyeglasses because I can still tolerate the disorder, my eyes can still adjust to it. Right eye has a grade of about 100, and the left is much lesser.

 My prescribed medications for 7 days

mine was at the left eye, lower lid nearer to the nose

my other disorder which has caused me to walk with my head down, eyes glued on the floor to refrain from staring at anyone's faces and squinting and saying hi to the wrong persons :D

what was required for me to do

receipt which meant expenses

and of course, the doctor's name.

But the doctor has suggested for me to see him again after 6 months to have my eyes checked and see if my myopia gets worse. If that happens, he might prescribe eyeglasses for me to wear. I hope not.

:)

I Love My Philippines. Do you?

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. (How nice was that? :| ) And so, while I was waiting (the mass started at around 8.45), it so happened that the Philippine National Anthem played while I was staying at one of the gazebos at school. When I heard it, I stood up and waited for the last note to be played and I went back to my prior position, sitting and slouching.


While the Anthem was being played, I said to myself, 'why am I the only one standing?' After a little while a group of freshmen saw me standing and started to do what I did. But the rest of the students who were staying in that area weren't even moved, still sitting, acting deaf, pretending not to hear what's being played. Is that the way they act when hearing the Philippine National Anthem? Is that the way they show respect to our Lupang Hinirang?


I was in rage while the Lupang Hinirang was being played, wanting to shout HAVE YOU NO RESPECT?! , and a lot more after. This is the MAIN reason why Philippines, until now, is still a developing country, far from the other countries that we, Filipinos, have been dreaming to have. We lack that love for our country, that burning patriotism and nationalism that most foreigners from first-world countries have for their own. I've even read this blog post from a Korean that the reason why South Korea is now that rich is because of their countrymen's love for their country. Hand-in-hand, they helped to raise their country, after the Korean War, to where it is now, one of the richest countries in the world today. And the lack of it is also the reason why Philippines, as we see it, is not getting any better.


I know for myself that I need more of that kind of love for my country, but I also know that I love the Philippines and I'd want for her to get better, just like South Korea and all the other countries that we look up to.


I am hoping that today's Inauguration of President-elect, Benigno "Noynoy" Aquino III (P-Noy) will be a good start for me, and my fellow Filipinos to bring back that love that we once had, especially that love that our heroes died for.


"The Filipino People is worth dying for!"


&


"The dice of fate as been rolled, and each of us has been assigned a role to play. Ours is to keep lighting the beacon-light of unity for those who have lost their way. Ours is to articulate the fervent hopes of a people who have suddenly lost their voices. Ours is to adopt the solid stance of courage in the face of seemingly hopeless odds so that hope, no matter how dim or distant, will never banish from sight."


 - Senator Benigno "NINOY" S. Aquino, Jr                                        

Untitled stuff because it is without direction, too random

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 the details, I've found some definitions of the words "best friend":

Best Friend, someone (singular) with whom one shares the strongest possible kind of friendship(s).

from: wikipedia

And there's like a million of definitions from urbandictionary.com, but here's their number 1 definition

Best Friends are very special people in your life. They are the first people you think about when you make plans. They are the first people you go to when you need someone to talk to. You will phone them up just to talk about nothing, or the most important things in your life. When you’re sad they will try their hardest to cheer you up. They give the best hugs in the world! They are the shoulder to cry on, because you know that they truly care about you. In most cases they would take a bullet for you, coz it would be too painful to watch you get hurt. 2 Girl best friends: They do all the girly things together, no one says anything. 2 Boy best friends: They do all the boy stuff together, no one says anything. 1 Boy + 1 Girl best friends: They do boy and girl stuff, People says lots of stuff.

Ok, this is just the effect of watching the movie "Superbad". It shows how real best friends deal with each other. How the other gets jealous cause the other gets another person as a roommate and some more stuff. It is pretty normal. Best friends get too attached to each other then they get possessive over each other. It usually happens.

Here's one scenario:

Two girls became too close then became best friends after a few months of being classmates. They go through petty fights and stuff but have them solved in a few hours or days. They hangout with other friends together, most of the time, but they also have some old friends of their own whom they also hangout with, separately. 

Best friends also consult each other for decisions, like being a little, ok, maybe a lot, dependent on each other at times. What to wear, what to buy, what to do, how to do it, when, where, and the like.

Best friends talk to each other a lot, and make promises and all those I-swear-we're-gonna-be-best-friends-forever stuff. So this other best friend, girl 1, told her best friend that when a guy comes along and courts her (the best friend, girl 2) she would support her all the way, and you know, the usual stuff. Then it happened, a guy came and liked girl 2 and had mutual feelings for the guy. So girl 1 had no other choice but to support her best friend just like she said before.

Days after the courtship of the guy to girl 2, girl 1 suddenly felt something wrong, something strange. Whenever girl 2 talks to her about the guy, her chest hurts like hell like breathing was very hard to do. Found out that girl 1 was just jealous of the guy because of time and attention. (A best friend usually gets most of the time and attention of her best friend, and gets used to it. Now, if it changes, it would really hurt.) And so things went awkward, changed its flow, became different. Girl 2 was left to choose which was more important to her, her best friend who wasn't really ready to let go of her, or the guy she likes and could be her first boyfriend.

This is one of the hardest parts of having a best friend. Both have to be ready for the other to engage into some serious, romantic relationship with another person. A true best friend will never, ever leave his/her best friend hanging just to be with some other person, even if it hurts, especially when the other is not ready to hand her/his best friend to someone. Ok, it has gotten a little complicated. Let's just go back to the scenario.

How did the best friends solve their problem? They talked about it and girl 2 decided to tell the guy to stop courting her. Girl 1 felt guilty yet happy about it and girl 2 was also happy cause she'd rather choose her best friend over the guy, over anything else.

Having a best friend is really hard and complicated, but once you get the hang of it, it sure is fun. Life is just way too better with a best friend beside you to share your life with.

Let us love our best friend/s! Have a nice week ahead of you! :)

P.S. the story/scenario is a true story, it happened to one of my oldest friend and her best friend

P.S.S. sorta happened to me too, but in a different way ;)

*this is so random. and whatever that I wouldn't mind proofreading it cause it's too whatever. Sorry. Whatever ;)

Indelible Ink

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 look for our rooms. Fortunately, we were assigned at the same room. My mother was not with us because she went somewhere and of course, she wasn't able to vote. And so, the process went this way:
1. We had to wait inside a room, just beside the room where we're supposed to vote, to get our priority numbers. (1st batch: 1st 100 voters, 2nd batch: next 200, 3rd batch: this I don't know) My father and I got the 48th and 49th of the second batch.
2. We waited for about 2-3 hours from the time we were waiting to get our numbers up to the time our numbers got called.
3. Had to fall in line, by our numbers, to wait for our turn to enter the room for voting. Only 5-10 persons are served in a room.
4. At the classroom, we got our ballots, secrecy folder, and marker. We also had to introduce ourselves to the BEIs for them to know our identity and have us sign some papers. (my father asked the BEIs if he could take a picture of me being a first time voter, but unfortunately, they didn't allow us, it wasn't allowed. They just suggested that I take a picture of my finger with the ink, and even suggested a pose. hahaha)
5. Vote. Shade those very tiny oblongs beside the name of the candidate/partylist on the ballot.
6. Fed the ballot to the machine. (I wasn't able to see the CONGRATULATIONS greeting from the machine. Sad)
7. Put the thumbmark on some sheet with my picture on it. The picture is from the time I registered as a voter.
8. And lastly, my favorite part, had the BEI/comelec person put on some indelible ink on my index finger. And I was out of the classroom.


The whole process went for about 4 hours. And because the waiting area was also a classroom, I felt really, really sleepy and had to take a nap for a few minutes.


A few minutes before our turn to vote, my father and I were talking about being a 'bobovoter', a term we used for those voters who overvote, and those whose ballots which will be rejected by the machine (if there be any). So I was telling him what if my ballot won't be accepted, he just said that I'd be the first bobovoter and become famous because I'll be featured in the news and stuff like that. And we were laughing so hard.


It turned out that I became a BOBOVOTER after all. The watchers were laughing at me because after I counted the oblongs that I shaded for councilors, I found out that I shaded 9 when 8 or less were required, and told my father about it, that I am a bobovoter. They were all laughing while I was wearing a face which said oh-no!-I-wasted-my-vote-I-am-so-stooopid-I-wanna-cry-and-die. It was funny, I tried to imagine it. Haha!  Good thing they told me that only that part where I overvoted is the only part which won't be counted, what a relief. When I submitted my ballot to one of the BEIs, she just said 'nag overvote ka no?' and I answered yea, and she just smiled at me and said 'don't do it next time, ok?'.


My experience was really funny because I didn't expect it to happen knowing that I've prepared a list of candidates whom I'd be voting for. But my list had 9 for councilors in it, I blame my cellphone for this. :D But anyway, it was a happy one. Looking at my indelible ink makes me feel like a grownup, like I am part of history. OK, I was exaggerating.

There's my indelible ink. (watching it in delight :D)

My father with the finger, the wrinkly one. Haha,

with my sister who's a minor and mine, the smallest finger among the three.

Indelible ink! Hahahaha

I am so proud of myself for being able to vote, for being a BOBOVOTER, and my INDELIBLE INK!

Now I'm praying for the success of this elections. :)

FML

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 cause I was 'a bit' interested (she wasn't), but I just let it pass that I almost forgot about it. So the week went on.... until this morning,

Mama: La, apil atong photography workshop ba kay P1000 lang this 20(ish), 3days lang! (So she was telling me to join this workshop at a cheap price for 3days)

Lala: Naa ko'y cam? Unsaon nako pag-apply sa akong mga natun-an? Palitan ko nimo? (And I was asking her if I have a camera to be used during the workshop to apply what I've learned and if she'd buy me one)

Mama: Dili man na kelangan oy, basics lang man! (Telling me that it's not necessary because they'll only teach us the basics on photography)

Lala: Diba ana man ka palitan ko nimo pag graduate nako? (Asking my mother about her promise that she'd be buying me one when I graduate)

Mama: ............ (she was speechless)

See? How could she convince me to join some photography workshop when I don't even have/own an instrument to be used mainly during that period of time?

I am being pathetic again. How could life get so cruel and not let me get what I want? :|

Rant.

I just got my grade in Philosophy of Religion, 65. How great was that? Should I be grateful to my teacher about this? This is the lowest among all the grades that I've gotten in my entire life. I AM FCKING PROUD OF IT. Bullshit

I'm so pissed off. Fcking pissed off.

Lazy Sunday

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 philosophy. But I got back to sleep anyway, felt a lot better. I just told my mom that I'd be hearing mass this afternoon so she wouldn't get angry. The last time I went to mass before yesterday was around 5 weeks ago, Easter.


It was quite a nice experience though, I've gone to church alone before (my first time was during my 18th birthday), but yesterday was something that I'd not want to forget. When I got there, the mass has already started. Actually, it was about to end so I waited for the next ( the last) mass for the day which started at 5:15. Before it started, I just sat at my place and talked to myself. Ok, I was talking to God, telling Him I haven't been doing it for quite a while now. I felt guilty. :| For a few moments of thinking and over thinking, I noticed that it wasn't only me who was there to hear mass alone, we were quite plenty actually which made me think that I should be doing it more often.


Being alone yesterday made me feel independent and calm and free. It's as if I am living alone and had to do things alone. It was a nice feeling because I got to notice almost everything around me. And of course, I spent a few moments alone with God.
All of these happened because of my lazy ass.


I just realized that my eyes couldn't see clearly anymore (about a few meters away). OK I realized this for some time now. But I kept on insisting that I'm fine with it. No hassle for my parents ;)


And, I haven't shampooed in two or three days now, but I did take a bath yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and the.... annoying. I feel so disgusting. Nah, nobody smells my hair anyway. :)


Oh, and it has been weeks since the last time I shaved my legs. How disgusting could I get?


And yes, I was looking at my unshampooed hair just this morning and noticed my virgin hair! It has grown to an inch already! I felt so happy! But it's not gonna stay virgin for long because I am planning to murder it again with some cheap hair color/dye. I've done it twice for this year (wine red and some copper-brown-red yada-yada color). It's not gonna get any uglier anyway cause it's in its ugliest state. I wouldn't care if I'd get bald for it. Kidding!


Today's a HOLIDAY! A day to celebrate Labor day (moved from Saturday to Monday), no classes. NO ALLOWANCE FOR TODAY.


Start the week right! Enjoy! ;)

yes, You've Caught My Attention

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 page.

That thing in red caught my attention the most, the word 'Jejemon'. Yesterday, it was at the top 2 of their popular searches, but now it descended to the third place. And unsurprisingly, it is also included in their headline news (if that's what it's called) for today.

And because curiosity has taken over me, I clicked on the link: Are you a 'Jejemon'? http://ph.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20100422210823AAsB68w

Now, if you try to click on it, it will give you a wider knowledge about this thing that they call JEJEMONS.

I don't really care if this group of persons doing this way of typing an sms (or whatever that there is to type) will continue to annoy me forever. What has become more annoying for me these past few days are the people who condemn these jejemons. They've made a fan page against jejemons, post bad things about them, and condemn them as if they aren't human beings who know how to read and write. And it's as if these anti-jejemons haven't experienced typing that way (or if not, as if they don't have friends who do it that way) or just whatever. Why can't they just go on with their lives and leave those people-who-type-as-if-they-know-nothing-about-correct-spelling alone? These anti-jejemons are acting as if they're superior from these jejemons and as if they know the correct spelling of all the fvcking words in the English Dictionary!

They piss me off more than these jejemons, I'm sorry to say that. Of course, I do get annoyed reading stuff especially text messages typed the way they do because it's just inappropriate and really very annoying. Sometimes that is the reason why I don't get to read the whole message if it's typed that way and yeah, I do spell the words correctly (I bet) in my text messages (yes, no shortcuts for me) because some people get the wrong idea with misspelled words, just like me. But why condemn these people to death? It just ain't right. OK, enough about it.

*Fvck summer classes! You're ruining my vacation!

Here I go again, doing what I do best - RANTING.

Have a lovely weekend, everyone! :D

What About Death?

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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 breathing.


The truth is, I've always been thinking about my death. What could happen next the moment I die? Will I become like those ghosts who show themselves to different persons? Or will I go to heaven? Will it be peaceful? I've got a lot of questions to ask about death yet no one could really answer them for me because I cannot just talk to a dead person or a ghost and yea, it would scare me to death, so I wouldn't bother. And I'm not yet ready to die. I've never thought of suicide or putting an end to my life. I'm too afraid to do it myself, and there's no backing out in death.


I also think about it even when I'm awake. And it scares me, the feelings get mixed up. Thinking about leaving my family and friends forever is something I'm not ready to do yet, not this time. I haven't done so much about my life yet, I have my dreams, aspirations and I feel like I haven't lived my life to the fullest :)


Before I die, I have a to-do list and this is not in order:
1. a world tour (ok, I am faaaar from a celebrity or a singer who goes on tour, but I do want to do this before I leave the planet)
2. a job after I graduate ( and become successful in it, of course)
3. to become a lawyer? I've always wanted to become one but.... :)
4. I have to become rich first before I get to have number 1 on my list
5. I badly want to have a car, my own car
6. a house? a home :)
7. to give my parents back what they deserve to have ( this should go 1st, I believe)
8. help the family
9. a boyfriend? errr.. lol
10. marry (uhh? :D)
11. get myself a good camera
12. say sorry to everyone whom I've hurt and make peace with them
13. thank everyone whom I've met along the way who helped me become who I am
14. ........


These are the only things that I can think of at the moment, but I know I can make the list go longer because I still want to do a lot of things before I die.


And I am still a virgin, you know what that means. (laugh, laugh, laugh)


Classes begin tomorrow, and I might be a little busy for the next six weeks but I'll still try to update you, blog,


Live your Life! :D
Enjoy the week!