Universal Conspiracy

Universal Conspiracy



Feelin': Confuzzled
Hummin': The Way You Look At Me by Christian Bautista

Why is it that when I'm finally enjoying school and having a blast, the unseen forces in the universe come together to conspire against me? Seriously, it's like Fate is trying to destroy my perfectly good summer education.

CASE # 1

I didn't get a wink of sleep on Sunday because I helped my Mom rush out a portfolio she would need on early Monday morning before flying off to the United States for a Balloon Arts Convention. I was seriously deliberating whether I should risk a cut because I could hardly stand up at 7 in the morning. But I decided that an hour and a half more wouldn't hurt me much because though I was weary, I was pretty much awake already.

So there I go, took a bath, almost slept while using the john, and then slowly dragged my way to the gate. Just when I was about to leave, I got a call from my parents in the airport. Apparently, bringing 4 of their passports with visa was not enough. They had to bring all, meaning even the old one in 19-for-gotten. Since no one was available, I had to cut classes and zoom off to the airport which was about an hour away. That was ONE STAIN on my perfect attendance.

CASE # 2

Wednesday night, before drifting off to oblivion, I made sure I had set my cellphone alarm to 7:00 AM so I could have enough time to prepare for school and arrive a little earlier than the set time. The next morning, after a rugged knocking at my door, I woke up like a drugged addict and expected to see the clock hands pointing to 12 and 6.

As if dousing me with icy cold water, my eyes suddenly blinked to see clearly that the reading on the clock was correct! It was 9:30 already! OH MY GOD! I quickly scrambled for my cellphone but couldn't find it. A look behind the headboard and I realized what had been the cause of this tardiness.

My cellphone lay in pieces on the cold, HARD, marble floor. Yes, another cellphone housing is in need. What happened was a dwarf snuck in my room while I was snoring, err, sleeping and kicked my phone off the bed causing it to fall hard and turn off. Sheesh. And since it was already 9:30 when I woke up, even if I rushed to school, I'd arrive just in time for the dismissal bell to ring.

What luck.

See what I mean, by universal forces joining together to keep me from going to school?!? It's a conspiracy!!!

Bouncing Back

Bouncing Back
Feelin': Giddy
Hummin': Tea and Sympathy by Jars of Clay

Feeling better... feeling glad. It's odd how moods can swing from one side of the globe to the other. Hrrm...

One minute I'm mad. The next, I'm like a silly goose without a problem in the world.

Must be the weather.

Another poem to celebrate the natural "high." Read:


~***SWEET LIBERTY***~

Parasitic Relatives

Parasitic Relatives
Feelin': Furious
Hummin': Nothing. I'm bitching at the mo.

What do you do when you’ve got relatives you don't want o be related to? I mean, you seriously want them off your backs. They intrude on your private life. They brainwash key members of your family. They manage to wreck sturdy relationships. They gossip and destroy!

Why are there people in existence who act with less indignity than a one-cell paramecium? It's as if they have nothing better to do than go around interfering with other people's business. The thing is, since they've been doing this for almost all their life, they've really acquired skills on how to plant seeds of doubt and cultivate them from time to time and succeed into bearing fruits. Inedible fruits of course. (Ewk.)

People like these ought to be erased from the face of the world.

I mean it. Stop sucking on other people, you livid parasites!

Not Buying IT

Not Buying It



Feelin': Tired
Hummin': Xiang Yao Ai Ni by Jerry Yan

*awkward silence*

-Guy: You sing well ah... *smiles*

-Girl: Of course not. Niloloko mo ba ko? *raises an eyebrow*

-Guy: You do.

-Girl: Nyeh. *disguised word of ULOL*

*silence*

-Guy2: Oi sabi sakin, you sing well daw...plus, you've got nice teeth.

-Girl: What?! Anu ba yaaan...?

-Guy2: *shrugs his shoulders*

-Girl: Yeah right. *rolls eyes*

-Guy2: He's impressed.

-Girl: Whatever. *shortened for I DON'T BELIEVE A WORD OF IT.*

Loving and Losing

Loving and Losing



Feelin': Pooped
Hummin': Don't Let the Sun Go Down On Me by Elton John

Is it ever worth the pain to love and then lose a bigger part of you?

Some would say yes, mostly those who have happy, though sometimes short-lived, moments they can keep. But some would disagree, those who offer their hearts and yet get refused because of different circumstances that hinder their paths. Some were just not ready, others wanted to preserve a friendship, while many just didn't feel the same way.

Maybe I'll never figure it out until I actually go through the experience, for as many as I ask, everyone has his and her own story to tell. In time, there will be a deeper understanding of relationships and their preservation. But so long as I remain a mortal, I will never fully comprehend.

Here's a poem that was inspired by movies and stories of friends alike...

~ *** ~

Remember the happiness we shared
On that short week on the beach?
My broken heart needed repair
And your heart was meant to teach.

I remember the clairvoyant seas
And the mist that cleansed the air.
Unfathomed were the mysteries
That dwelt in your wistful stare.

For seven days I forgot my ache
As each day passed in bliss
But to ask would be risk to take
For a sweet, momentous kiss.

I had learned to read the signs
To follow what I must do.
But in destiny’s tangled design
I was not meant for you.

On that final night I spoke my part
As we stood on the sandy beach.
I asked you to repair my heart
But you were only meant to teach.


=... Poetic Musings ...=

~ *** ~

Yowch. I think I've been empathizing too much.

(My only request would be to help me find a much better title. Just suggest anything that comes to mind.)

T.F.Forevah!

T.F.Forevah!



Feelin': Hot
Hummin': Without You by Charlie Wilson

Would you believe that four fantabulous females namely moi, Tabs, She and Chika, perspired (men sweat, women perspire.) after having a workout from all the stomping and pushing we did in Greenhills? No, we weren't in the gym. In fact, we were supposed to be having fun in Timezone. Yeah, we did have fun PLUS we had a great workout. Hwehwehwe!!!

We shot hoops with the duo Tabs and Chika winning over me and She TWICE. (ouch) And me losing out to everyone on a shooting spree. Hehehe. Loser ko noh? Anyways, we won over the SPIDER STOMPIN' game wherein there were 7 sort of large buttons on the floor that lights up. The player is supposed to step on each step. Well, what we did was we each took two of the buttons (1 lang kay She) and started stomping like crazy! We won...had an aim of 96%. See, we were good! It was a good thing the platform held all of us up. Hwehehehehe!!!

To cap the day, let me write what we all splurged on. I suppose I was the one who spent the most yesterday because I managed to buy a pair of silver square earrings, two shirts and a black jogging pants! Yay! Tabs bought two shirts, She-She bought a white one and Chika? Hmm...she bought Mcfloat. (At utang pa yan!) Hehehe!!!

Anyways, we did a lot of bonding over a Korean dinner with a few of us *eherm, eherm* being forced onto the hot seat. But I WAS STRONG! Nyehehehe. The food was good. I've never eaten CHAPCHAE before, a noodle dish, but hey, it actually tasted REALLY good. Highly recommended in Sorabol, Greenhills. At 9 in the evening and a round of Mcfloat for everyone, we bid our goodbyes.

Yesterday would've been categorized as an ordinary gimmick, but with great food and the never-a-dull-moment company, it was anything BUT ordinary.


(Chrys, you missed that much. Tsk tsk tsk.)

Reunion

Reunion



Feelin': Excited
Hummin': Louis' Blog (Na-L.S.S. ata ako eh)

Me and my fabulous four gal pals are all going to Greenhills this afternoon for a bonding session over shopping, food, movies and the works. It's been so long since we went out with all five of us complete due to conflicting schedules and different school breaks. See, we were separated after highschoo. 3 of us are in ADMU, 1's in DLSU, 1's in CSB and 1's in New Jersey (so I had the feeling you weren't coming, Hels.). We've spent most of our teenage years together and despite the gaps that were threatening to break us off, we proved to be stronger.

So, having one of us missing is like having a hand with a missing finger. It's just not the same.

So Hels, even though it's been about two years since you've left and I don't really want to say that I'd want a six-digit hand but it'll sort of mean that way, it's still doesn't feel the same without you.

Come back home to the Philippines! We miss you...worry-wart.

*snicker, snicker*

I missed calling you that.

School Sucks?

School Sucks?



Feelin': Restless
Hummin': Into The West - LOTR ost

I'm sure you know how much I hate school. Yes, the poster that boldly says "School Sucks" as part of my layout is a dead give-away. But as much as I believe that I do hate school, there's something in me that suddenly contradicts. But first, let me give you a short history on how I became one of the students who hate school the most.

So the theory I will now call "Grades Depend On Teachers" will now be put to use. I have had the WORST teachers in Ateneo. Name the weirdos who'll bore you 'til death, and I'm sure I've gotten through many of them. Enumerate the most unreasonable professors who seems to derive pleasure from squirming students and I'll give you a handful of names from my own personal experience.

I do not claim that these teachers are the only cause of my pathetic grades, but admittedly, they have been a major part of it. When others have a breeze for a Filipino class, I was sent out for being late without hearing the reason that my nose was bleeding. I have received a wrong grade which was at least a letter lower than what I'm supposed to receive, but couldn't ask for a change because my teacher has gone off to U.K. With experiences like these, you're sure to learn important skills on surviving Ateneo.

You will LEARN how to choose teachers on HOW THEY GRADE and not HOW THEY TEACH. You will LEARN to choose teachers on HOW THEY TREAT students rather than HOW MUCH YOU LEARN. That is one of the most valuable teachings I share to naive students who seem to follow my lead. I am sure you can feel the heat surging from these unwanted memories, so you're probably wondering why the change of mind.

Well, let me put it this way. Women are fickle-minded and usually indecisive. The last time I looked, I was one, so I'm using this as logical reasoning. Hehehe.

I'm taking up History 165 (History of Rizal-Phil. National Hero) and Comm160 (Advertising Principles and Practices) this summer. I've complained about not having enough summer breaks for so many times, I'm sure you're getting tired of it. But after a few classes on these subjects, I find myself not just interested, but EAGER to go to class.

Yes, you have heard it right. I've grown another head and it's controlling my brain as I write this blog entry right now.

This new change of attitude can only be credited to the great and intellectually stimulating teachers I am under this summer. For History 165, I have David Lozada, one of the most interesting and animated lecturers I've ever encountered. For Comm160, I have Nanette Diyco, one of the wittiest and most intimidating teachers in existence. Because of the way they impart knowledge with a passion for the subject and in teaching, I feel the energy emulating from them and being passed onto us, the students.

For 1 and 1/2 hours daily, Sir Dave keeps us glued to educational "show" he puts up. And for a commendable 4 hour sessions with Ms. Diyco twice a week, she manages to keep me sitting upright and ears perked up, absorbing every word that comes out of her mouth. There is a certain vibe, a magnetic aura in their personas such that they encourage people to listen even without knowing about it.

If only I have teachers like these more often, school would be less of a drag and more of a fun way to spend summer.

Remember this day. This might be the only time EVER that I say this...

School has never been this much FUN!!!

Letting Go

Letting Go



Feelin': Emotional (I get carried away easily)
Hummin': One Last Cry by Brian Mcknight

This is an excerpt from Chapter 15 that I have been writing for my fanfic, "Echoes of the Past."

How could could she live again without him in her life? It hurt once to lose him, but to lose him again when he was so close was more painful that she had ever imagined. She had visualized this morning to be different, to be the brightest of her days. A day that would signify a change in her life, in a future they will share once again.

But there was no “we” to think of anymore. Now that they had been given another chance, she was faced with the brutal truth that the love they used to share no longer existed. The bond they used to share had deteriorated over the years. It was time to wake up from her illusory dreams. Agonizing and difficult though it may be, she was left with no choice but to accept his decision.

She half-wished they did not meet again; maybe it would’ve been easier to forget him, or at least, bury him in her memories like she did for the past three years. It would have been easier to believe that he was dead and that nothing she could do could ever bring him back. But being able to see him again gave her a newfound hope for love.

A love that would never be requited.

An offering, a sacrifice that would never be returned...

A New Terror Begins

A New Terror Begins



Feelin': Mad
Hummin': Settling by Tara Mclean

I am saddened by what has happened to my Atenean friends. Slowly, we are dimishing in number as one by one, people fall under the crushing pressure of academics. Tomorrow, I start another bout with terrorists a.k.a. Ateneo profs and hopefully with God by my side, I will be able to get through alive.

You remember that teacher I was complaining about? Well, we had an encounter today and she just confirmed that she's a real live b*tch. I wasn't talking to her or anything, but she had to drag me into the conversation. Missed me already, huh?

Here's what happened awhile ago. I was compelled to accompany my grieving friend to the department in order to inquire about her faulty grade in Theology when they had issues regarding confirmation and verification just to make sure my friend was telling the truth. Then, they walked out of her little cubicle and she went looking for her files while my friend sat beside me in the waiting area where I was reading a magazine.

All of sudden, she comes back, faces me and tells me in her annoying I-know-it-all-and-you-can-do-nuthin-bout-it voice, "Of course I can't ask you, you weren't there."

The flogging bitch. My ears were definitely smoking at that point.

I wasn't there because I ditched your awfully time-wasting class, moron!

As you can obviously see, oh wait, your brain might not have handled all that, so let me say it directly, I HATE YOU WITH A PASSION.


Bitch.

Rubber Band Theory

Rubber Band Theory
Feelin': Down, Down, Down
Hummin': Hakuna Matata (No worries, but failing miserably)

I do believe now in the catapult theory I'd like to see as the rubber band theory. It's when you experience good stuff in life and the rubber band stretches, you get to enjoy each day that comes and the band stretches more, every thing happens for a happy reason and a noble purpose and the band stretches to maximum length...

Then it SNAPS!

Bam! And you're thrown far out back you can't even see where you are.

Damn life.

Maundy Thursday

Maundy Thursday



Feelin': Sleepy (At 2:30 am, who wouldn't?)
Hummin': The Way by Clay Aiken

I seriously thought that yesterday would be a bore. Sure, we were in a resort, but the company wasn't familiar territory and I was thinking, I'd better bring some books to read just in case I would need to entertain myself before I get bored to death. But hey, this was not the case. I actually had fun!

Well, let me explain the pre-notion of boredom, starting from the day before yesterday. The three of us (Eunice, Bry and I) watched Peter Pan, which Eunice thought was going to be like a dose of sleeping pills, but was actually a very good movie. I, for one, enjoyed it very much. I'm a sucker for kiddie, giggly, fantasy stuff. *hides under a rock*

...Then, she received a text message informing us that the group, which Eunice belonged to for The Purpose Driven Life Campaign, were going to Island Cove early the next day. Plus, the message stated that we would have to fetch each of them from their own houses at that untimely hour of 7 in the morning (especially since we received the message at 11 PM and they didn't even ask us if we were willing to lend our car). When Eunice tapped me to show me the message, my reaction was silent--a raise of a single eyebrow and a frown. That actually ought to send the culprit scampering, but since she wasn't there...

Eunice thought, well, if we're doing this in order to keep the group bonded and stuff, we might as well humor them for awhile. She was very persistently convincing me to go with them all, rubbing in the fact that I'd be home alone and all that. Finally, I agreed...with the condition that we fetch them in just one place. (Ano kami, shuttle service!?!) So you could finally understand why I was slightly pissed at a certain somebody who planned everything and put words in our mouths.

Yesterday came and we headed off to Island Cove. I was 97% sure that I would finish the book I brought by sundown, but people started taking out board games and stuff and asked me to join. Since they were really nice and friendly, I obliged. Maybe getting to know them wouldn't be that bad...was inside my head. I was right. By the third game, I was pretty much laughing 'til my sides hurt. I, being the ever so talkative one, was riding along to the jokes too!

We also went bowling and MIRACULOUSLY, I won a game with a score of 95! Yay! Hehehe! It's not that high but considering how lousy I play, that is almost a miracle! LOL! After that celebrated victory, we all headed to the pool and everyone jumped in...except me and my sister who refused to show "fats" in broad daylight. I was like, "Yeah right. If you have so much fats, what about me?" So we bonded instead...and mightily bonded we became.

When we came back to the poolside hut after a short stroll, we found Krystle, my sis' bestfriend, standing there looking at a small pocket mirror. I was thinking with a chuckle, Silly girl, she still cares how her face looked like after swimming? Then she came to us and said, "Uy, nabali ipin ko!" (My tooth broke!) We responded with a large HOW?!? To which she replied..."I dived...in a four-feet deep pool." I let out an uncontrolled chuckle, which is a guffaw in disguise. (Bad Abi!) Well, it wasn't as bad as we thought. She only chipped the lower-fourth of one of her two front teeth and people were saying, "That's okay, now you don't have to worry about those bunny teeth you keep complaining about!" In the end, we were all just laughing about it. I comforted her by saying my own bestfriend had experienced that tooth-breaking encounter, but instead of diving wronly, she was stepped on the head while swimming in a crowded pool and even managed to find the chipped part of the tooth. (Gooo Tabsy!)

Krystle even said, "I'm so stupid. I knew it was only four feet deep but I still dove in. I'm so dumb. Maybe it was a sign that I should've listened to my mom and stayed at home. If I have a child, I wouldn't let her go to outings like this. She might end up just like me!" To which I answered, "Nah, allow her to go out with friends. Just remind her not to dive in a pool that's only FOUR FEET!" Hwehwehwehwe!!!

We arrived in Manila at about 11 in the evening and had to bring everyone home. When we finally reached our own house, we were beat and headed straight to bed. A half hour later, after a quick shower and the female necessities, I felty my eyes drooping by themselves.

As I was about to drift off to sleep, it was only then I realized as I took my cellphone out of my bag that I hadn't read one word from my book that day.

ZZZZZZZ.....

Parent-free

Parent-free



Feelin': Chirpy
Hummin': Dear Love by Park Yong Ha

Yesterday, at precisely 8:25 AM, my parents boarded a plane bound for Singapore. They are on vacation for 6 days, going on tours Singapore and in the neighboring countries of Indonesia and Malaysia. I actually didn't sleep until they left because I did almost all the packing. Yes, I do that a lot. Hehehe!

While they're off to another honeymoon reminiscing repetition for the...err, nth time, we (That's Eunice, Bryan and Me) are home alone! Wheeheee!!! For five days, no Mom to hound me 'til I do all the chores. Shhh. Don't tell her that. Hehehe!

Today is the start of our "pasyal" spree. The three of us are going out to the mall, which one? Heck, I don't even know! That is, after we have a late lunch. If, by the time we leave home and Eunice is finished taking a bath, it's still not dinnertime. Man, this girl can take forever!

Anyways, this is the good thing about our yearly parent-freedom. Every year, when they go abroad or somewhere out of town, the three of us are left alone to ourselves, equipped with money and a car. We don't have to plan anything. We can just enjoy each other's company, do what we feel like doing and do a good deal of spending. (All in moderation of course.)

Someday, I'll look back and think about these days with a smile. Special Sibs Week. Sigh. It's so nice to be parent-free...

But only temporarily. *wink*

Baguio Snapshots

Baguio Snapshots

A Sneak Peek @ Baguio Pix: (L-R) Me, Rae, Anna


Last, last Saturday at Robinson's Galleria, Rae and Moi

Back and Fat

Back and Fat



Feelin': Sleepy
Hummin': Measure of a Man by Clay Aiken (can't get enuf)

I'm back and fat-ter. Hehehe!!!

After 5 days of almost doing nothing but lounging around, dipping in the Jacuzzi, biting into whatever I could sink my teeth in, what do you expect? Yes, there are always consequences for these short periods wherein life's just bliss because you just live for the moment. Unfortunately, I've reached the end. Back to reality, to scorching, sweaty, polluted reality.

Sigh. La Union was really great.

5 Reasons Why La Union was Great:

1. I had darker eyebags which meant sleeping late. I can sleep almost anywhere so this just means I CHOSE not to sleep because we were having too much fun.

2. I became even fatter ( I KNEW IT! But I really don't care much. Sorry Ma. ) because of all the munching around. Yum yum yum...'Pag tumaba, sure sign of enjoyment yan.

3. My sister and brother are smiling. Yes, and at the same time! That's because of the pasalubong I brought home. (Yup, even though my wallet's considerably thinner, it felt good buying stuff for my family.)

4. I'm hoarse. Every time I come back from Youth Conferences, I'm hoarse. When I came back from Boracay some eons ago, I was hoarse. When I arrived home from Tabelle's birthday bash, I was hoarse. This only means I TRULY DID HAVE FUN. (Minus the fact that I had about 100 attempts to get a perfect score in the Karaoke but only managed to do it one time. Drat. Duet pa with Rae. Yebba!!!)


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5. I am blogging about it, aren't I? Blogging only means I would want to engrave the details of these 5 memorable days-- of the sun, the sand and the sweethearts...in my mind.


Lots and I mean, LOTS of pictures coming right up.

RAE, SEND 'EM TO ME ASAP!!! Thanks for La Union!