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[16 January 2005|09:47] |
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Am back for a moment, just got this weird compulsion to post something, and woohiiieee LJ is down. Dummit.
Yes, to anyone who cares I moved to LJ, same handle. Why? Cause LJ likes me, it agrees with my style changes. :P And most of my friends have moved to LJ. I used to copy both posts here and there, but I just got lazy, and well... no one really reads my posts here anyway.
So, Why do I keep my blurty?
Well originally it's to read the remaining blurty poster friends I have, who haven't moved to LJ. Now apparently there's another reason :P
This is pointless... had something with substance to post last night, or at least I thought it had substance.
Late night ideas can be like those "brilliant ideas" you get when you're extremely drunk or stoned sometimes. At times they are trully brilliant, but most of the time products of a screwed up brain.
Anyway, must start on that DVD review, continue that research on contraception, or start sketching my sister's homework.
Why do my sister's homework rather than my own? To put it plainly, it's cool. Stupid Ateneo, sorely lacking in substancial courses/electives.
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| digital photograhy class |
[09 August 2004|12:00] |
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had a lot to post... but am still tamad.
So here are some pictures from Graphitti's Digital Photography Workshop.
It was really fun... all you other people suck for not joining.
Instructor was so perky and enthusiastic pa naman :P
( pictures )
weh... okay so don't critique it na, kaya ako nagklaklase para matuto diba? :P
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| wasting away. |
[25 July 2004|20:18] |
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I was made to love her-Stevie Wonder-YM Classic R&B |
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I've been trying to learn how to play the guitar. My cousin taught me the first part of Spanish Romance, but I can't seem to get far cause my fat stubby fingers can't do that bar thingy (where you cover a whole bar with your index finger). It's pathetic I'm telling you, but I'm slowly learning. Too bad my sister's guitar is as big a loser as she is (I don't really mean this, it's cariño brutal), isn't in tune, easily gets out of tune and no one here knows how to tune it. Isn't that just great?
I really should be reading Philo.
Or fixing the whole registration part for graphitti.
And I still haven't gotten to writing those write ups for litsoc, it brings me back to fourth year high school, panicking with the whole write up bit. Haha. Don't worry Alen, i'll find a way.
I figure I have to fix up the promotions for the Reading groups first. Ray wants me to put a picture of a baby rabbit just out of the mother rabbit's womb. The message we're trying to put across to the rest of the Ateneo community? We LitSoc-ians are weird, morbid and are into the whole deep dark brooding set up (proven by the almost whole black meeting).
Then again, we did go to that stupid TA play (something like "ang bagong damit ng dakilang bahaghari" wtf? I can't remember) for ROTC during freshman year. We scared the shit out of some person (who was it again  devilspace?) cause we were almost a whole flight walking towards Henry Irwin Lee Theater (?! WTF?! I can't even remember this?) all in black. Weee! Hurrah to the pindot bangkay!
And since majority (actually all) of the dark brooding weirdos of the pindot bangkay are in LitSoc anyway. We're a tight bunch... either that or we're just patheticly hooked/linked to each other and the "good" old days of ROTC.
Losers kami! Pero may extensions e... losers sila! mwahahaha!
Speaking of, my Ad groupmates (or ad agency-mates as Diyco put it) scheduled an online meeting at 7 pm tonight, since we were having difficulty finding common time. And it's already 8 pm, and I'm all alone! Haha. Kudos to Kiefer for showing up earlier (but he had to go), we were both like "tayong dalawa lang naman ang nakasipot sa meeting?"
It's okay though, I mean, I was expecting it... it is a SUNDAY after all. Most people are out with the rest of their families. Wish they texted me earlier though.
OOOH goody, Stef is online!
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| july 17 inuman. |
[24 July 2004|22:56] |
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Nah, I'm just trippin. these are relatives.
This was the day I found out I had to join the glasses wearing club. :P
Oh and my Tita just arrived from Canada, so she joined in the pick on the atenean fun... I guess I was a lot more tired than expected. I got really annoyed this time.
( Read more... )
wala lang. am trippin
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| july 17 inuman. |
[24 July 2004|22:56] |
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Nah, I'm just trippin. these are relatives.
This was the day I found out I had to join the glasses wearing club. :P
Oh and my Tita just arrived from Canada, so she joined in the pick on the atenean fun... I guess I was a lot more tired than expected. I got really annoyed this time.
( Read more... )
wala lang. am trippin
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| me thinks it was a bad idea to have coffee. |
[24 July 2004|02:05] |
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(You make me feel) like a natural woman - aretha franklin |
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I hitched a ride home with Janelle and her brother (no, not the one with the big head), I think I over talked considering I just met him. But oh well.
Janelle:I love you dear, thanks for giving me a ride, despite my picking on you in your own car. :P Feel free to abuse and pick on me anytime.
So anyway, the week was fucked up as usual, I really must get around to reading my philo readings. That philo test sucked cause I forgot to explain the first part of the statement, which by the way was something like:
If truth is meaning, then man is the originator of truth. Subjectivity, Relativity and Historicity makes truth radically human.
I can't fully remember, I'll post the exact statement some other time. But for now the rest of you can practice for your philo tests with this statement.
Jason was over last wednesday, before that Janelle and JR were over watching CSI, after which we were talking about... well the usual weird stuff -- stuff proper girls should be talking about. But then again, when were we ever proper?
The dalagang Pilipina bit is overrated. This is such a sexist country.
So anyway, we were reminiscing the litany of mga nasawi kay Liana. Which mainly revolved around the RO Press Corps people. Jason added to it all the people who were linked to Liana (apparently it was to a lot of people) cause they looked cute. Weh. You can see how terribly babaw we are. :P
No Jason, I am not targeting you, we all are mababaw. It's like how we want Janelle and Leo to get together cause they look cute together. wehehehe. Kill me now Janelle but you can never kill my thoughts! It shall live forever... well forever is relative, just as time is. As you know truth is transhistorical... it stretches on an on. And all truth is absolute! So if truth changes, it will never negate previous truths.
Yada yada. I should shut up about philo and start working on that Litsoc write up bit. I don't know what to write.
Kring sprain her foot yesterday, poor dear. I noticed her at Com Research, but since I had to run to philo, I wasn't able to ask about it. I only remembered when Jeff called me up asking where I was, apparently he's seeing her sister and upon learning about Kring being in crutches rushed to Katipunan. Awww isn't that sweet?
Some best friend, he never tells me crap. I had to learn from some person I just met that he had a girlfriend, and I had to wait for Kring to sprain her foot to find out he's dating her sister. Pfft. Even Kring didn't know, apparently her sister doesn't tell her anything either.
OOOH... they look nothing alike. Her sister's like small, and Kring is super tall. But they're both thin. Cute no?
Well, he promises to visit me one time, to visit me. Hmmph!
So here I am at two in the morning, staring blankly on the screen once more. Pfft. I really need a life, don't you thinK?
Wee... so stressed, yet so tamad. That's me!
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| surprise. |
[17 July 2004|18:36] |
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Any Lucky Penny - Nikki Hassman |
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You will soon see a change in me.
Soon enough, plain as sight.
If you search for depth, you'll be sorely disappointed.
I am shallow.
As shallow as looks and vanity goes.
But even more shallow as every sloth should.
Got you? Take a wild guess.
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| Pictures |
[10 July 2004|15:27] |
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Yes, it's that time of the year (for the seniors). Being Recruitment week, I spent a lot of time with seniors, and it usually is the topic of discussion. That and them lugging around long sleeved stuff and the like.
Comm majors are expected to have really creative pictures, it's unfair, cause we're supposed to be "artistic, creative... uh.. innovative?" *pout*
It brings me to why I decided to type up a post, which is totally unrelated to grad pictures.
You know how when you were still small and cute (asa pa kayong cute pa rin kayo ngayon e), your parents love taking pictures of you. You know, those embarrasing childhood pictures, you know, those things you'd want to forget. Pictures with you in stupid costumes, singing and dancing to madonna and those idiotic poses.
Perfect example, my tita dressed my younger male cousin up in only angel wings... mind you, they were really cool angel wings, feathers and the works... take note, that was the only thing he had on. But mind you, he was around 5 or something, you know the age where you still do as you are told, no matter how embarrasing it is. So now he has a picture of him sitting cross-legged holding an apple.
Get the idea?
Okay seniors, now get creative! *snicker* Fellow juniors, we better start thinking.
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| story of my life |
[09 July 2004|20:36] |
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It's a friday night, and here I am again hunched in front of my computer typing like an idiot with a glass of apple juice.
Empty? I'll take the last drop of my roommates Apple Juice from the ref, I'll replace it next week. It's my turn with the grocery.
There. Perfect. The last cup of apple juice.
It's been a week, and what do I have to show for it? A glass of apple juice, a sore body, in an old varsity uniform and waiting for more work. Waiting, in fact anticipating it.
Home alone watching the lightning against the dark cloudy sky. It's just perfect.
My Roommate's out on a date with her nominal bitch watching a play.
I'm on a date with the bedtime bear.
Tired tired eyes waiting for someone to inform. Looks like it's not going to happen, it's a friday night, other people have lives.
Obviously I don't.
Working so hard all week, jumping from place to place, running from building to building. Forcing my mind to work, but it won't. Not coherently.
The lightning is dancing from cloud to cloud, as quick and as bright as my day. Going round in circles, illuminating the night sky. Perhaps round in circles apply, but I enlighten nothing.
All week, lack of sleep, the strain of running up flights of stairs and cutting class. Ending up blabbling incoherently, being an annoying bitch, and loss of contact to the normal world. To find out all you've been working for isn't due.
It's a good thing. We were enlightened. I enjoyed their company. But I'm just too tired.
Sympathy, where? Why is it people who stay further away from you seem to grow denser. Am I not transparent? Yes, I am.
Tired, just too tired to even care.
And the week is far from over.
For now I'll just cuddle up with Bedtime Bear and Enzo the purple Hippo and kiss the day goodbye.
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| tamad (what's new?) |
[03 July 2004|17:26] |
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Am sitting in my Dad's office, on his chair. He has a really pretty computer, I want to steal his flat screen monitor. uuuugh. Reminds me of how my computer won't agree with me.
I really should be doing my Public Affairs homework, but making an news article in filipino really isn't my cup of tea.
I should be reading "The Phenomenology of Truth" for Philo, but I've been trying to do that in starbucks for the past 2 hours and but all I accomplished was drifting off to sleep.
Oh yeah, I was momentarily distracted by this girl in a really skimpy black little number. Skimpy in the cleavage area, it went so low and it was so tight, and her tits were huge pa naman, it looked like they were going to pop out of the dress. I had to stop myself from trying to guess whether they were fake.
Honestly, there was nothing wrong with her outfit, except that she was wearing it at THREE in the freaking afternoon! Isn't it a little too early to be "working"? heh. Okay I'm being mean, but she was in sort of an informal business meeting anyway. They were talking about beauty salons... I can't understand for the life of me why anyone would pay 500 bucks for friggin haircut?! Am I missing something here? Ginto ba yung gunting?!
I really should be working on the flyers for litsoc, but obviously I'm not home!
thesilverwolf: If you read this before I get to talk to you, if you still have some of those pictures from that litsoc photoshoot? Can you send me the picture of the silohuette (sp?) of a guy sitting on the floor of ctc reading a booK? Thanks.
I was supposed to meet up with my highschool friends tonight for Tagui's death anniversary yesterday. Just like old times, getting puking drunk... oh wait, that's them... I'd watch them get drunk. (Remember bonghitzzz?) But since plans were just made yesterday, everyone else is too busy tonight. And the trimester people have midterms next week. So I, as the usual planner of things (people think i'm responsible), decided to move it to next week.
To those whom this might concern, it's tentatively on friday at Marc's place. Text me.
I really miss him.
Maybe I should rewrite my philo notes.
Note to self: finish your damn website. And find yourself a USB hub.
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| tribute to a friend |
[02 July 2004|23:17] |
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*looks up*
Miss you dude... inuman kami bukas para sayo.
I miss my damn human pillow.
I'm sure you can see how fucking screwed up we all are now, but I'm sorta glad you're not seeing it first hand.
We miss you real fucking bad.
It won't be long though.
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| update (cross post from yesterday) |
[29 June 2004|08:02] |
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Being as I've gotten really lazy to post anything, I am forcing myself to type up this post... so here's to last week, which being as I have no class on mondays, i just realized now that the previous week has already passed.
Eat your hearts out people with monday class!
( week update, i'm obviously really behind )
And there's today. I already watched Julia Stilles in "the Prince and Me" and "Big Fish." I'm obviously restless. So I set up a excel version of the litsoc execom scheds, not that it looks good or anything... sent it to jologs
Hope there's no school on Wednesday. It's bad enough we have that stupid guidance test on friday, which to the non-ateneans or the just plain clueless is faculty day, thus no class.
Of all days, this friday! And I was so looking forward to being somewhere else.
Oh well... I'll just try to finish early then :P
shit i'm so behind on all my org work! shit shit shit shit! wish me luck with acomm.
Did you guys notice the rain has been really bad lately, no semblance that summer just passed. ugh. I've been walking in the raining too much. I swear doesn't ateneo believe in covered walks?!?!?! They don't look that bad!
*looks over to the litsoc people, does a twirl and bows*
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| stuff |
[09 June 2004|09:06] |
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Finally I can get out of bed! Sucks being bedridden... I've never been a fan of sleep, so being stuck in bed for 4 days drove me insane. Well, okay the first two or three days it didn't matter much, since I was too weak to get up.
Stupid fever went up to 39.7, and that was only when I finally found the thermometer.
At least it isn't my throat this time, I got bronco pneumonia.
Galing no? As if I didn't screw up my whole friday enough... I managed to screw up the rest of the week.
Why? Cause my family is going to Baguio, and woopie, I can't go... cause:
1. I haven't paid my tuition
2. I haven't moved into the condo
3. I'm still sorta sick
...it's not so bad... the lasallite who has class is stuck here at home as well, so at least she's not alone.
Not that anyone cares.
And I was looking forward to spending time with my cousin, he needs a vacation. I can only imagine how he's feeling. I mean I don't know what I'd do if my mom died.
Not that anyone cares.
I mentioned enrollment/registration...
Class sched is:
TTH
1:30-3 - eco
4:30-6 - com research
6-7:30 - philo
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1:30-4:30 - public affairs (someone think of a reason to load rev!)
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1:30-4:30 - ad principles
Yes, people I don't have class on mondays! I mean, sure I have to stay till 6 on fridays for acomm meetings. But no school on monday is a good thing. I plan to visit lasalle on mondays though.
By the way I might permanently move to lj.. same user name not that anyone cares. Cause Blurty is screwing me as well! WOoopPIIIE!!! isn't my life just grand?!?!
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| selfish me |
[31 May 2004|00:31] |
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9th day mass.
Coincidentially, the priest announces it's also the Church's birthday.
Coming as a bitter reminder, what would next year's be like?
How could you celebrate knowing everyone else is mourning?
In my selfish egotistical self I remember, how was it this year?
Subtract the little of celebration there was, and forgotten self.
Don't you think I feel bad enough?
How can I celebrate alone, unlike our old yearly routine?
How can you be happy for yourself when everyone else is mourning?
How can you compete with that?
You can't.
You can't even win within yourself.
I can't imagine what life will be like from now on.
Just like I couldn't with the many others.
But we live on...
We learn to cope...
We cherish.
Though terribly lacking,
we find a way.
Is it enough?
Not for me.
It never is enough.
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| LJ |
[28 May 2004|23:33] |
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I got an LJ account, much to my curiosity and Li's persistence on why I should get one.
So I figured I might as well try to fix it and make it look decent, unlike my boring blurty account... and my website which for the past two years I've been telling myself to change layout.
*by the way, I've started on a new layout scheme... but am constantly plagued by laziness and mental block. *sigh* wish me luck.
So guys go check out my lj account as well. :D
I'm so proud of myself! I'm in the zone. Even if LJ won't agree with me... ugh.
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[25 May 2004|17:56] |
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Yes, I'm sharing this to the world.
Here I thought the people in Cubao were rude...
Apparently I got a stain and only find out when I hop in a taxi.
My dad sent me home when I got to lsgh. pfft.
As if my day wasn't bad enough.
Perfect end to a perfect day! *rolls her eyes*
At least we're done shooting...
*thinks* I still feel kinda guilty not going to evsem, I can still prolly go... but I might be needed for those 9 day novena things.
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| oooh yeah |
[25 May 2004|17:23] |
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Gummy Bears Theme song (yey!) |
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I forgot to share, my Yaya from when i was a baby is back, she's our temporary cook. Isn't that just sweet? I haven't seen her in more than a decade. :P
She made me yummy banana things. *licks her lips*
Gummy Bears! Bouncing here and there and everywhere, high adventure that's beyond compare, they are the gummy bears...
Update on the condo search: WAH!!!!!! This whole condo searching was more difficult than I thought. We need a roommate or two, anyone interested? Know anyone? PLEEEEAAAASE!
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[23 May 2004|01:54] |
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What are you doing the rest of your life - Fantasia Barrino |
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There's something about deaths, people usually go 'poor [insert name of deceased]' as if they feel sorry for the person being deceased. Not trying to be mean or anything, but the way I see it is that they're actually feeling sorry for themselves, for not having [insert name of deceased] around anymore; and there is nothing wrong with that at all.
It really doesn't take much to realize that crying/mourning (practically any form of sentiment) is purely selfish; we cry for the poor malnourished kids cause we can't imagine ourselves in their position, we get all teary eyed in movies cause we put ourselves into the character, that's just the way it is. It would not be sentiment if it cannot be felt, and sympathy can't be felt if we didn't see ourselves in others shoes.
We mourn for our dead mainly because we are reminded of just how temporary our stay in this 'exsistence' is. Personally, I don't like mourning... who does? But I do too, I miss the people who I know I'll never get to see again. But I don't feel sorry for the loss of life, there may be a tinge of sayang, but I know they're better off now than they've ever been.
Don't feel sorry for them, they're in peace, be sorry for yourself that you're still stuck in this pathetic existence we call life. Feel sorry for those who have been left behind by him/her to live.
What is life? But a phase in our existance, or merely existing? We all come with nothing and we leave with nothing, we have nothing to lose... and what's so bad in that?
We live our lives to the best we can, from birth to adulthood we mature every which way, and it just gets more exhausting by the minute; and in the end we get what we all want... rest.
In the end all that matters is what we think. Who's to say we didn't live a fulfilling life but us?
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| mica's birthday |
[18 May 2004|22:12] |
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Happy Birthday Mica
My sister turned 19 today. Yipee!
We had dinner at italliannis and the Waiters sang her a song.
our waiter was so kengkoy.
He was fun.
He even danced the ocho-ocho, with great gusto.
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| ticket |
[16 May 2004|13:30] |
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agh.. got my first ticket today, running through a red...
It wasn't my fault there was a truck blocking the stop light and I didn't see the light change. Idiot MMDA person. she was all motherly and stuff... sayang it was a girl, i couldn't get off the hook by crying and acting all damsel in distress.
argh. my dad said i shouldn't have stood for it, it wasn't my fault. aaaaaagh.
so much for being able to stick up for myself.
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
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