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! ;)