bananah

let me breathe

2010-11-28T08:09:00.000-08:00

November's been rough to me. My world just turned upside-down like a time machine that when I woke up, I found my poor self alienated to a new-found territory. I've searched to my pocket any remaining instrument or thing that would remind me and connect me to where I've previously been. Luckily, I found one - my mobile phone, the only gadget I used to communicate to the other side of the world. Unfortunately, faith took it away too fast. And I'm in the brink of losing all my temper of all the things happening to my young life. So now, I'm pulling all these monsters out inside me.

The New School - Basically, it's the root of all these. It's just so depressing how money can depress you at times, or maybe, in most cases. So my previous university plus low funds equal to a new school that could cater the same education for my chosen course. Academically, I'm doing fine, just like how I used to be... but emotionally? Very solitary.

The Gadget - It was a rainy late afternoon of Monday this week. I've done some errands before heading to where I usually ride back home. I held two plastic bags on my left hand, an umbrella on my right and my cellphone at the pocket of my sling bag. And when I got home, the bags and umbrella were still there but the phone's gone - forever. I wept for my cheap phone, true, but I did that because I felt more helpless and apart from everyone else, especially to my friends from my previous university. That's the most depressing fact.

The Farewell - It could be the best but most painful decision I've ever made. I'm not okay and will never be. But I'll try to lift my spirit in any way and promise that I'll never forget. And that promise will stay because it's well-kept in both my heart and mind.

So yes, my I'm fine's are all lies. Yet, I'm still hoping to be fine and if ever I genuinely am, I'd let the world know.

weeping some drama

2010-10-30T23:01:00.000-07:00

It took me two long months before I finished reading the english copy of Señor Gabriel Garcia Marquez' second masterpiece after his work of Nobody Writes to the Colonel. It was on my long ago post saying that I've just got the said book as present in my 17th birthday. And it pretty shows that I almost lose interest in reading it because of a simple reason: the cover's optimism and blast of colors totally opposes the story's dragging and solitary events.

Anyway, the semestral break gives its way to cut off my texting time to reading this awesome yet solitary work of a genius. Presenting several generations of the Buendia Family, the protagonists, and their struggle through ups and downs to the fictional place of Macondo which can some sort of confuse readers due to its overused names like Aureliano and Remedios which had been named to their children 'til their great-great-grandchildren which carries common fortune of dying out of love and losing their faiths.

In any case, I thank this book for accompanying me through my long boring hours in one of my class and letting me browse the dictionary every once in a while. Its just then last night that I was able to finish this and realize how genius the author is. Realizing that the key to the hundred years of the survival and maybe death of the Buendias had been on the yellow parchments is the book itself.

Now taking a glimpse in where I am now, I am not a character of any book or any literature. I am just me in my solitary moments bothering 'bout college life - again. Whatever it brings... I just need to have faith.

17 years of Solitude

2010-09-25T05:40:00.000-07:00

My hands are sweating again like the times when I'm still a zygote. It's as if I had this some sort of ability to sweat every fluid in my body through my palms and soles of my feet. Nobody knows what's wrong with my system. And I've been through all those "You're hands are wet! Why's that?!"And ever since I started to understand and know things, I started seeking for other mutants like me... persons who can't leave without a hanky, write without a hanky and live without a hanky (Pardon me for the redundancy. I just wanna emphasize how handkerchiefs became part of my body). Nonetheless after 17 dragging years, I've only met two distinct people - 2 out of hundreds. How solitary.

But it's worth the distinction... :)

three basics

2010-09-09T04:12:00.000-07:00

Read.

I stand stupidly holding books on each hand. Continuously asking myself, "What now? Which one?" (I,) Speaking gibberish, a couple from behind looked at me indifferently as I disturbed their lambingan while getting the book of their choice. Coelho or Marquez? The Alchemist or One Hundred Years of Solitude? At the end, after being defeated by the work's front cover, I handed my money for the more attractive one~Marquez'. I ran out of the store chasing my relatives happily as I was sure able to have found a relief for my NSTP class the following hour.

Write.

It has been approximately about a month since I chose to boycott locomotive exercises in my P.E. class and attend the Buwan ng Wika Celebration instead. It was then an event dominated by our block after being motivated to join the Poster-Making Contest through its corresponding cash price and credit in the subject. But since I had decided to attend my morning class the previous night, I brought nothing but my uniform and College Handbook. That time, seeing my block mates busy doing their masterpieces, I got bored and was then pushed to join the Slogan Writing contest just to value the given opportunity of being excused in P.E. So as expected, (Haha.) I received a hundred peso cash price for bagging first place.

Listen.

Celebrating my birthday through reconciliations and advices, I found myself cheerful again after going through ups and downs with my peers of the past and present. And it was resolved, just like how everyone gets things okay, through listening. The world wants to talk but it won't have worth at all if nobody listens... World peace! :)

seventeen years young

2010-09-02T06:10:00.000-07:00

It's from the fumbledapple. Thank you! :">

The ticking of the clock seems to move so slow. It was as if prolonging my agony from the "wrath of oldness" and emptiness. Sulking to the thought of it just leave me feeling ordinary and blank of what impact I brought to people. Gayness came timely and short. Bleh~

But the idea of surviving a year seems to fulfill in any way though. It was as if stepping one level higher from this God-given gift. And the fact that a matter of several dozens of friends I know and not know got the initiative to greet me uplifted my spirit.

The greatest gifts I had today are winning my friends back, a he and a she. And with all those things that happened for a reason, I'm contented... and happy. :)

she knows

2010-08-31T19:31:00.000-07:00

Chapter LXVIII: He

His scent once again allured her that warm morning. It was a quite time when they both abruptly stopped communicating and seeing each other. And by that time, she instantly noticed his new haircut that seems to be an improvement and his tired-looking eyes that mirrors a sad soul. He was as if just finished crying due to his unusually chinky and puffy eyes. Nevertheless, his sunglasses still hang freely from the collar of his shirt just like how it used to be.

For a short time that she had been with that man, she had known him. He was someone she could consider a close friend after starting a pretty hard life named College. She had always see him a great companion. But she started suspecting him of his true intentions for her. But she just couldn't understand and doesn't want to understand. She was aloof right from the start and she was scared of liking him as time pass.

She felt fooled yet hurt of what was instilled in her mind. It could have been true, all of her suspicions, but it could have been false too. No one really knows. And the possibility of how he seemed to like and cheat on her after puts her in vain as she also ponder for her own acts. Now, experiencing and seeing how they had both become cold to each other, puts her into deep loneliness knowing how their friendship became tarnished by unverified judgments.

She wanted to approach him and tackle about all those things but her feet were usually dragged away by fear. She was then gobbled up by her own pride that let others pin that man, her friend, down. She feel sorry every time though for he had been her friend, her special friend.

not worth of anything

2010-08-29T04:22:00.000-07:00

I could have known way earlier rather than pin myself today with all the blame my heart cries now. For a few days I had been the dumbest earthling ever and I could have let someone like Aldrin exterminate me for such. But all those acts won't do now, I am a trying-to-be-optimistic person and being morbid would just make me look sillier.

So this is my case: I had been a fool and been fooled. But maybe that will be unjust for me to say so I'll settle with "I had been a fool" for now. SO I really don't know what to say. My head cries but my fingers won't cooperate to pollute this environment with my words. So I'll stop here just wasting my time. Maybe next time, next time when I regained my self-esteem, there's no time correcting this post but time to create a happier one.

silence speaks a thousand words

2010-08-16T20:59:00.000-07:00

17th day of August, 2010, some time when everybody talk and only few listen, somewhere I doomed to be during our Prelim Exam in one of my Major subjects

So great, I'm still stuck with my six pesos worth HBW ballpoint pen I bought at the elementary department's canteen the other day when my newly bought Gel pen was lost. HBW's seem to dominate most of the writing instruments at home, especially in our room. Some find me "maarte" when I refuse using one. But hey, I got my own reason anyway. And that would be my character of hating to see yellow marks in my notes after scribbling it with the its nasty fat ink. I never liked it and Jerald, my ever fabulous friend, believes too. Unfortunately, this very moment I have only two choices which pushed me to use this pen anyway instead of using my Rotring mechanical pencil which only excels in making dark lines in Graphics 1. Thus, I'm freaking damn stuck with HBW! Anyway... -.-

It's approximately 21 minutes before ten o'clock and we still got 1 hour and 21 minutes before dismissal and seeing my dearest Tiff at Mcdonald's. And reuniting with my Best-est Friend is what I anticipated most for this Midterm week. I was pushed though to open my coin bank last night for such occasion, I'm running out of money, that's the cause. But then, I'm still happy and excited for it. Writing. Thinking. Stopping. Thinking. Smiling. Waiting... -Flint Lockwood

Lourdes' words resound in my ears as it shocked me and my friend yesterday. But then I pondered, what am I really? What does slut means which the text from our English Midterm exam was something unproper to become, something embarrassing for thyself and to the society as well? My feelings and emotions confuse me. Something which is I guess normal to every teenage girl. Something that will mean being attracted to the Adams of the earth. Crushes and sweethearts, maybe it is. So yes, I'm confused.

I just learned a while ago where my classmate lives. Knowing that she was from the same street where my fantasy reigns, I asked her and to my surprise, they're actually neighbors! So this might be really an effect of movement of tectonic plates, making my world smaller. But geez, that's not scientific! Hah! Maybe it's fate, who knows.

I'm still searching for an answer but when he talks to me, I seem to find it already.

People abruptly leave the room and so was I while slipping my thoughts in my bag and picturing my bestie in mind.

art of drooling

2010-08-05T06:31:00.000-07:00

"Dig in. Life is sweet." - Tsoknat.

I was on my third year in high school when my Aunt told me of a young, creative Bicolana who had made huge fortune from designing and making one-of-a-kind bags. And that was no other than, well, I forgot her real name but her inspiration still lives in me.

As far as I could remember, Ms. Tsoknat(forgive me, idol) got her Tsoknat brand after sulking with lots of chocolate-peanut sweets (tagged as chocnut to the mass) in times when she was still unemployed and has nothing to do. Out of her time, she had an incredible idea of sewing strips of old cloth and add appliques to it thus producing a hand-sewn bag. Her friends liked her unique creations and asked her to make some for them too. So to make a living out of her bright idea, she ventured into an online business which later become a click to every girl at any age bracket, even to Ms. Kris Aquino.

My Tita was sure lucky to personally see the bag genius when she ordered a few customized bags as souvenirs to their godmothers and two funky bags for the ballerina and of course, for herself during her wedding... unfortunately, nothing for me. *sobs* Anyway, someday, I will spent my first salary for a 'Hannah' bag. (That will therefore be approximately 6 years from now. Haha)

I therefore conclude, (Snap! How I miss those elementary days where everyone starts there conclusion with that line) that eating Hany (a famous brand of chocnut) activates the Creative Department of our brain thus making extraordinary things out of it. Haha. And I was joking. Jeez, I la-la-love Tsoknat, that's all!

P.S. I also love Kevin Guadalupe Vega, who had been my archenemy and prime confidant, who is supposedly to celebrate his real birthday today but had it moved to the 8th day of this same month due to hearing difficulties of the attending nurse during his birth. Happy Durchkomponiert Kevz! I wish you to have a hard skull that won't break easily for the presumably high pressure you got there in UPLB. God bless, amigo! :D

scroll down

2010-08-01T08:52:00.000-07:00

Facebook had been eating most of my computer use hours at home which obviously pushed me to dis prioritizing things and attending free basic counseling lessons with my Aunt. In short, Facebook-ing gets me in trouble (and unfortunately, I just can't get enough) and I'm pretty sure my peers do too.

Aside from FB, the www.blogger.com never leaves my tabs every time I'm lucky and free enough to sore my own eyes and burn my own butt in front of the monitor wherein the site remains opened yet untouched only able to go as far as the Dashboard. And since tonight I am no doubt free from the eye of my Counselors, I might as well plan to be substantial after my 12-day absence as blogger.

So it was an undisputed truth how college life still shocks me. I sometimes feel ignorant of how teenagers at my age kill their pretty young lives by smoking every break time. Being composed as the Naguenian brand I had somehow distinguish me and gives me an ample reasons of comparisons between being a Naguenian and an UNCean.

I remembered tagging myself "a real escapist" as my first characteristic in my NSTP class this afternoon while making "a realist" as my second. It was just by now that the idea of the two being opposite to each other sunk in. But then, I better hold my stand of how I know myself, am I right or right?

I believe these two are something I've earned after living the heaven and hell life as a Naguenian as of believing in happy endings with scientific and reliable basis and disagreeing to Calculus quizzes yet saying yes to 'no cheating practice'. It was by now that every Naguenian moments I had keep on taunting me and how its suppressed splendor and grandeur affected this once called one of the matrix of scientific minds who once roamed the desolate yet serene place of the beloved Alma Mater.

UNC had been and will always been way too different, period. But I am sure not ignoring the Post Scriptus of 'it was a fun blast place to be, too.' Now, I am certain that I am not the trying-hard-to-be-an-Atenista like how I used to dream of way back in high school. It is not because of how it performs generally or how huge the Nephy population strives in it but simply because of the fact of how my new university opens its arms to me.

Usually quoted as the "University of No Classes" or the UNCwc, still, beyond those names lie a pool of marvelous people from different walks of life, allowing me to find new long-term pals and at the same time, molding me into someone I aim to be.

Parties seem to fill our calendars in our new home, offering every student a chance to get acquainted with their schoolmates. Friday was when I attended the EA Department's Acquaintance Party which was dubbed as "The Purple Night" where we went in our casual purple outfits. The highlight of the night would probably be the purple and blue tints in our hair that night which I'm proud to say a Freshmen Arki's Idea, exclusively for nocturnal people like us.

It was then just last night when we had the Social Arts Grand Acquaintance Party which sounds and feels like the JS Promenade. It was the occasion's requirement to be in cocktail dresses and stilletos which had been my dilemma the other day. The occasion though could had been a forgettable one after it bored us out not 'til our block mate made it extraordinarily unforgettable. It was my first time to see and be with a teenage gal got tipsy and fumbly. Her makulit resistance of going home prolonged our stay at the campus which was the filled with lousy arguments and revelations with our said friend. And yes, moments like those are sure added to my long-term memory box in my head, thanks (?) to her whom I'm eager to see in class tomorrow aside from my crush, of course. Ha!

At this 1:01 am moment, the lyrics of the AVP of one of the non-academic organizations in our department kept on flashing on my mind like a marquee in html saying:

"But the best days of our lives are yet to come..."

Yep, those are yet to come and I just couldn't wait. :)

buffering

2010-07-20T01:12:00.000-07:00

Another random post from the same random person.

O p t i m i s m. It is something funny in me that I just learned how to be 'positive' just recently. It attracts positive vibes thus making me feel lighter and better no matter how ugly the situation is. And that is something I'm glad to say I acquired from my dearest friend *wipes tears*.

G r a p h i c s. Just had the Prelims this morning. And I'll probably get a 3 out of 4 correct constructions. (Curse that ELLIPSE) But then again, I just laughed it off after seeing my poor "ellipse" that looks more like a rectangle with rounded edges than an egg with two air cells.

P i c t u r e. I really don't know what happened to my classmates' artistic brains to create malicious thoughts from our group picture (see photo from my last post). Hell, what's wrong with that (or me)?

S t a r. This is just something worth reminiscing. It's the star I've seen drawn on the hand of a kindergarten pupil from USI. He was so cute and so proud of his star maybe after being good in class. My Preparatory days flashed back where I usually spend my baon with Hello Chocolate Bars and sing The Chikading Song which counts from 1-10 then 10-1 and takes a long time to finish the said song.

B o o m z. The latest social networking game I enjoyed with Lolo Ian. The game can be originally accessed through the out-dated Friendster and now can be found in Facebook. The game is so cute in many ways like that you turn into a cute little ghost like Momay when killed by your enemy. Did I just murder the use of the word "cute" with that? Well, BoomZ is just again so cute that I can only say cute to it. :>

T h e E n d.

shades and shadows

2010-07-17T20:12:00.000-07:00

A stolen photo from Ate Den's FB account waiting for the premiere of Cinco. ;)

(From Left to Right: Lyziel, Jerome, Joey, Obed (hidden from behind; guy with cap), Kim C., Ate Karen, Yours Truly, Kim Payat;
Ate Den, Jared and Lolo Ian)

I was thinking for several days ago for a blog post which I will entitle "Uncanningly Funny" tackling 'bout how I get clumsy at UNC. But after at last being able to create a post, I just somehow lose the appetite to continue and embarrass myself and so I just dropped the imbecile idea.

Anyway, it's been awhile since I last labeled a post "joys". And yes, to add to my joys list, yesterday's one. The artistic pressure (if ever it exists) I had during our Visual Technique Prelims urged me to indulged somehow that same afternoon. Maybe a prize for myself for appearing like a some sort of genius to my new classmates. I don't know, I deserve a break and everyone of us Arki students really do after several nights of just having four to three hours of sleep.

"Wow." My jaw dropped after seeing that humongous pool of people lining up for a ticket for Cinco. And that just gave me the reason to have a difficulty in finding my 'mates. But I am glad that I have with me my brother who had been good in making himself invisible the whole time we were at SM. And seeing Tiff just tripled my gladness. :)

The movie, was well, good. At least I saw Robi, my ultimate crush on TV, on his break on screen and my other crush with me. But then, that just gave me a sigh after seeing the clear picture, figuratively and literally, of his strong relationship with his girl. Anyway, there's nothing wrong in having an inspiration, right? And I'm happy with that.

Paglabas ng Cinema 2, nagkaroon ng interview sa mga nanood:

"Ang sarap ulit-ulitin!!!"
"Ang galing ni Zanjoe!!!"

and

"Ang ganda ng Cinco, pangBest Comedy Film of the Year!" -Bang. Horror yun, anga! :))

hana yori dango

2010-07-12T04:25:00.000-07:00

To the persons I loved and love, most especially to Krizzia and Fau...

I've remembered how my cute best friend post Taylor Swift's songs in her blog and sing them merrily with me at school. I remembered how we dissect Taylor's words about love touching every teenage gals' hearts. I remembered the "Love Story" and the Love Stories.

Witty, pretty and tough but with a soft heart inside, my Tita conquered her college life with such image. While my Tito, a no doubt Crush ng Bayan before aced most of his peer's Crush List because of his masculine body, wit, skills and ehem, looks. But by then, my Tita never became head over heels to my Tito and they barely start conversations. But their official love story started from a borrowed Math notebook over the vacation with a Love letter slipped in the time my Tito returned it. And their story continues...

"When you had that kind of feeling, you'll just lose all your control." Love, as we all know, can be the greatest thing in this world. Back in my NSTP class, we are here on earth to pursue our mission, to be an answer to one's prayer and to love and be loved. But then, not everyone can be with the person you've been dreaming of or the person you're longing for. The idea of "moving on" succeeds after every disappointment. We might as well ask ourselves, is he/she the one that I need or just the one that I want? Want and need got different definitions but usually becomes synonymous when dealing with that butterfly feeling. But we can't blame ourselves either, 'cause it just happens.
And now, I've just realized the positive effects you've brought in my life. How I've learned to be more logical and humble. I reminisced the sweet feeling I experienced way back when you say Hi. You had been my second love. You had always been my inspiration to go on. And I will never forget how much I loved you, Rikky...

break time

2010-07-07T04:56:00.000-07:00

Words, like the rushing water from the faucet,
are better made in use before it gets down the drain and be gone - forever...

And uploading photos in your blog can take ten years to be posted.

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So what's with the new classic touch? -Well, just moved on from the gloomy ambiance of a dark brown background simply because of the positive vibes from my new found friends and let me say - guy inspiration.

Fortunately, my life's on track again and on the spotlight (?) at the university. It's a weird, unexplainable feeling. But still I'm on my adjustment period coping up with my lessons and people around me, especially those whom I consider my opposites.

On a random note, I'm wishing to have a full-pack of words on Friday for that Poetry-Making Contest my English Teacher took me in. Some says I'm her Pet, and t h a t would just s u c k.

hell, i am. i am hell.

2010-06-30T01:39:00.000-07:00

Great. I really can't be that Surprisingly-Optimistic-Person-I-Want-To-Be. Well, I am what I am and that would be it. And that fact just gave me the push to let me know myself better.

To start, I'm usually kind towards people but can be intimidating to others. I usually see people by the way they dress and pulling a baduy outfit or something that looks like you're wearing your great grandma's wardrobe in front of me would just irritate my senses and let you feel intimidated. In short, in most cases, I get along with people who's aware of how to appear good-looking. Besides, it's for everyone's sake. "Look good and feel good."

I am selfish. Selfish in sharing academic answers that are supposed to be researched too by the person asking for it. Yeah, I am particular also to the importance of education and strongly believe that to have it, you must know how to persevere and put your heart in it.

I can be not that open-minded in some issues. I know that this is not something I can be proud of but maybe it is just I hold my own beliefs and opinions so hard that it affects how I socialize with others.

I get annoyed with people who speak bad words. Ba't ba mahilig kang magmura kung pwede ka namang magmahal?

I may please or displease people.

And the most important of all,

I am not perfect either.

mad-lung people

2010-06-25T06:13:00.000-07:00

1. Harley 2. Baby U 3. Sir Francisco 4. Jam 5. Jesus 6. Jerome 7. Lyziel 8. Riyadh 9. Ma'am Irene 10. Joyce 11. Kim 12. Kevin 13. Sir Dennis 14. Kim 15. Joey 16. Obed 17. Juliet 18. Sir Maskom 19. Amado 20. Fredrik 21. Ashley 22. Efraim 23. Krizzia 24. Mommy 25. Him

"Ang buhay parang jeep na tuloy-tuloy lang ang biyahe, pwede kang huminto para magpasakay ng ibang tao. Pero huwag mo ding kakalimutan na dapat ka pa ring huminto para pababain sila... at matatapos ang araw ng ikaw lang mag-isa, tulad ng mag-umpisa ka."

Let's call it a day. *sigh*

blooming gloomy

2010-06-18T06:19:00.000-07:00

Dear Sweet Hanana,

I've just reread your blog posts. Gosh, everything sounds like you're dying bitter and ugly. While your real diary's boosting with lots of happy thoughts, love notes and inspiration. Guess you're always feeling lonely when facing the LCD screen. Hehe. Well, you better be positive and be surprisingly optimistic since for sure, you're currently living your life sweet and beautiful.

Sincerely,

Rogelie Hannah S. Regalado

dark chocolate

2010-06-17T05:22:00.000-07:00

"Welcome to your Second Home..." That really welcomed us. But the thought of coining that university as my second home, well, it's still far from sinking in my mind. Yes, I absolutely, without a shade of doubt, a hundred percent sure that SA 111 will benefit me for being an alien in that new planet I just roamed.

"Parang ang close n'yong lahat sa isa't isa" Yeah, we are really close to each other. Hm. Ironically, I usually feel left out by persons I used to like to befriend with and usually ends up hanging out with persons I didn't imagine we can be friends. And college life seems to worsen my insecurity or self-doubt of joining circle of friends whom I can really call true ones. Friends come and go...

"I love you, Ma" Aw. The sweetest words I wish I can say for a million times to my mom. Letting her go again with the uncertainty of when she'll come back again still bothers me. Ma, I miss you and I love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, you!

reflexive relation

2010-06-16T06:55:00.000-07:00

Mom's five-day stay ends tomorrow morning at 5.

All by ourselves, again.

to bind or not to bind

2010-06-14T21:27:00.000-07:00

Weird schedule really mess me up plus the long walking distance between the first gate and the Engineering building. I've literally set aside my favorite wedges ;( and worn flats for the sake of rescuing my feet from sole problems. If UP got jeepneys inside the campus to save those aching toes, why can't UNC have at least pedicabs to lessen the suffering?

Looks like I've been whining about a lot of things lately.

On the happy thought, Mama's here as well as my brother who's going to live with us to study high school. :)

getting used to

2010-06-11T04:28:00.000-07:00

INTEGERS are numbers from negative infinity to zero up to the positive infinity.
NOUNS are words used to name persons, places, things, ideas and events.
SINE is a trigonometric ratio that has a formula of sin=opposite/hypote-news.
TMSIDKP means Tell Me Something I Don't Know Prof. -.-

Days had passed after the First Day of School and school had been so far, full of absences from the professors, uh. Our class usually burn our butts on our seats for a looooooooooong time waitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing for the teacher to come. It pretty sounds good to those Mister or Miss Chatterbox who turn their heads from left to right, front and back for gossips but not for me.

As far as I could remember, I've only met four professors (three of them already started their lectures) from my classes and four friends. Yeah. Four-four, but still counting. Darn, I never expected college life like this.

And I had a classmate that looks just like you. Tall, medium-dark and handsome. I see you through him... Am I hallucinating?

wet, wet, wet

2010-06-08T05:13:00.000-07:00

Here comes the sun... Here comes the sun... Then, the rain.

Unusual schedule, nameless faces and absent professors welcomed me as I stepped into a new institution which bears the name University of Nueva Caceres as a college freshman. Yeah. Maybe that sentence summed up everything.

Thunder claps, lightning flashes and heavy rain dominated the sky late this afternoon. And the clogged gutter pretty messed our daily siesta up. The said gutter got full and spilled its content directly into the room then into the flat television, next into speakers and DVD player. We were in panic covering all things up knowing its value and quality. I just wish it get fixed as soon as possible since 'no TV' would also mean 'no Phineas and Ferb and MYX'...

laugh letter

2010-06-04T05:14:00.000-07:00

Dear RM,

Hello, how r u? i disobey my not first you but say notebook this is disobey talk not speaker not with School to go study learn you have angry RM i think me but wrong stop i see you but play Look kid not nice i problem not but think your uniform nice please you with promise my hurt have say not cannot you talk have wait time over bless time 7:15 really flag i early good very much high i happy yes smile i hope future like work successful Hey wrud tomorrow Gud morning okey dont forget be lucky we fine look action love alLright sometime ok blessed. your think become nice uniform shoes nice okey i dont time: myself.

Thank you I miss u? She is friend Sarah

From: Cute

Note: RM's not the real name of the recipient.

I know and I knew. That letter above just drove you crazy, just like the rest of us in our house. If I had gone LOLing on the photos of abuse of English found on the web but hell, I had the worst proof ever!

On the positive note, the sender, Cute, didn't fail in his/her spelling but absolutely FAILED in organization of thought and grammar. Haha? Wahaha!

I tried my best to understand such calligraphy and I presumed this is what Cute really wanted to say:

Dear RM,

Hello, how are you? I'm sorry if I disobeyed first and for what I've done at school. I didn't mean to. And your uniform is not that bad on you RM, it even looks good on you especially when you pair it with your shoes. I'm sorry for not talking to you. I wish to see you again every flag ceremony, every 7:15 in the morning.

God bless and thank you! And I missed you, RM...

Right or wrong, I don't even know. Understanding the original letter and making your own version is at your own risk. So, God bless and thank you for laughing! :)

lovebug again

2010-06-03T07:06:00.000-07:00

Summer would suck without someone else 'round. Good to have a brother and a bug. :)

choked nut

2010-05-30T23:28:00.000-07:00

Go and get some extra sleep.

My eyes had been unusually wide open in the wee hours of the night for these remaining days of summer and that worsen my colds issue. Anyway, all I really want to say are the things I've done randomly, some makes sense and some do not.

6th Sense - My brother had been irritated to me every time the Voice Combo Sandwich Ad is on TV. The reason: I would usually look at him with a confused face and ask him, "What's abscess?" Then he would answer with, "Go get a dictionary." I never did get a dictionary and my repeated question annoys him. Haha. My Tita says it was Absence not Abscess as the sixth sense they're referring to. Well, whatever. Someday we'll know, why the sky is blue, someday we'll know...

Dresses - Lemme say it's my new fashion pick for college. Candy Mag and Mommy inspired me to be matured looking but still got the girl cuteness inside and out. I've been investing into buying more pretty pieces at low and reasonable prices.

Tweety - Life's been boring and fun and Twitter people agreed too. We're sharing the same ride of life with one tweet at a time...

Oh men!(Swiper's way) I've lost my chain of thoughts because someone disturbed or rather inspired me more to do something else like chatting than this. So, good-bye!

tweet me back

2010-05-26T23:03:00.001-07:00

The last photograph of my Mommy Ging. Oh, how i miss her!

It has been just days when Nanay, our helper, resigned from her job due to family conflicts. But her absence seems to irritate me in different situations but teach me in some special ways. Fortunately, we got a new one just this morning, Nanay Lilia, whom I find better than our ex-Nanay.

Aside from this, all of us agree to find same characteristics between Nanay Lilia and Mommy (my late grandma) from physical features such as hair style, stance, skin complexion and accessories, up to the chatterbox character of my Mommy. My Uncle jokingly said that Nanay Lilia is the reincarnation of my late Lola in order to be with us again. Well, I don't believe in reincarnations and believing to Nanay equals Mommy is something stupid.

On the other hand, I am still thankful for having Nanay with us now to make us remember in some ways our beloved Mommy Ging...(not to mention someone's gonna work with the dishes too.) :'>

all but a dream

2010-05-19T05:53:00.000-07:00

I'm all hooked up with Twitter and my posts here and there just picture the same sad life I have now. I'm constantly missing the same persons everyday. Different dreams, same characters, same protagonist (whom I miss the most).

Falling in love with cardboardlove. Someday, someone's gonna do something like that to me. Someday... ♥

much like Worst Week

2010-05-17T06:00:00.000-07:00

The numerous situations that happened to me recently made me think that I am so damn annoying. Though I am not quite sure if I am being hated by some of my relatives right now. I just feel isolated. And I need an immediate outlet to let me breathe and speak of my own perspectives.

At this point, I feel depressed for being forced to do the things I don't wanna do and go to places where I don't wanna be. What's more saddening is the phone call that speaks of my slim chance to have a scholarship. 'Guess my college life also known as my future hangs by a thread now.

I wish my life is just a teenage Disney movie, whatever happens you're sure to end up living happily ever after...

out of my head

2010-05-13T03:00:00.000-07:00

Warning: You better not read the following 'cause I know it's pure nonsense! Ha.

Inspired by Shorts which is dubbed as PG for mild action and some rude humor, I will go out and bully a wimp kid today. Just kidding. If Toe or Toby Thompson starts his day with that weird and time-consuming way of tooth brushing well, I head to the bathroom to gurgle and drink a tall glass of water. Anyway, too much of nonsense.

I better put my thoughts in bullets to help me organize things or thoughts. Yeah, whatever. (You're just wasting time here!)

Elections. I'd still shout "Go Gibo!" but that won't make a change. So I'll just keep myself contented and be happy for Noynoy Aquino for acing the elections. Vote for the LESS EVIL ~ that would do.

Art. I've been sketching persons (or should I say, myself) and valuable accessories these last few days. I'm just preparing my drawing skills for that Drafting class next school year. Wish me luck.

Dreams. I'm stuck with my Dream Buddy every night in my dreams - good and bad. I felt like an insomniac for getting to sleep beyond 1 or 2am but I'm already in bed by 11:30pm. Gosh, you better give me Garnier Eye Roll-on for my eye bags.

College. The name itself SUCKS.

Family. We're actually engaged in few problems right now and that includes my brother going to Bohol, which I find disagreeable.

Friends. I miss them like hell.

Love Life. Zero results. No improvements. No Boyfriend... but eying someone (Better meet him in my dreams instead). Haha.

love the one who suffered for 9 months

2010-05-08T06:34:00.000-07:00

Don't forget to greet and hug your mothers, folks.
'Cause you're lucky you have one to do that for.

And of course, say "I love you."

Happy Mother's Day, Mama!

texting at the gasoline station

2010-05-04T22:58:00.001-07:00

My finger nails are covered with some sort of glossy blue-green nail polish. And that just signifies my boredom for the past summer days. But of course I can't allow my twittered life to be thrown to the bin just like that. (Even if it looks like wasted already. Haha)

I had been sick for the past two days and regularly suffers from mild headaches. So I had been residing over John Lloyd's Biogesic every now and then. Mommy says its just the result of staying on the water for almost five consecutive hours this last Monday plus sitting for three hours in our knee-high pool. All the blame on myself.

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Finally, my entrance exam result in BCAT (Which Mommy insisted to be its name than CSPC) was published this morning. Actually, I didn't receive exactly the result. Someone texted Mommy saying I ranked third among the examinees who took Bachelor of Science in Architecture as their first choice. Frankly, I don't know how to react. But surely, I'm quite unhappy 'bout that knowing that CSPC is where I don't like to attend college.

the phorno-grapher

2010-04-29T02:39:00.000-07:00

I cannot consider myself as good as my bestie, princesszzia or our (zzia and me) idol, slumberdoll, when it comes to taking pictures. But after taking a short walk on our front yard, I was captured by these picture-perfect creations and decided to give it a try to take shots like an amateur photographer. :)

L: Kia, my cousin and R: her flip flops that looks like a Sawisaw '10 souvenir item

Noynoy-Mar baller from Viel Aquino at Palawan (courtesy of Papc)

soaked up in deep slumber

2010-04-28T00:15:00.000-07:00

Just for the record, today is the 28th day of April, 2010. Gah. Who cares? I CARE. The summer's end is very near in sight. And that would mean movin' for that darn enrollment for the upcoming school year. But where on earth will I go to "enroll"?

Yeah. I still don't have any idea where will I be on June. Most of my friends are expected to be at ADNU by that time while some took the risks of leaving their homes to study out of the province. Weeks ago, I was not bothered of all these sickening things but today, wah, forget it.

The Architect by *slumberdoll

Gladly, I had this dream I am holding on in my mind. It is the glory of being called Architect Hannah. She is known to be one of the great young architects in her generation with such wonderful creations which are valued around the world. Dream BIG, Achieve BIG.

But then, five long years of studying are not sufficient to achieve that dream of mine. My Tita would always insist creativity, hard work and patience as the siblings of Architecture. And this summer would be the start of my "apprenticeship". I started encoding the forms used in their projects down to compiling those nasty-smelling blueprints PLUS cutting its thick edges (which is the most difficult part). Perhaps segregating those mountain-high pamphlets from UAP (United Architects of the Philippines) conventions can be added to that apprenticeship.

Ha. Unfortunately, I STILL DON'T KNOW WHERE TO ATTEND COLLEGE. Again, its the 28th day of April and I will be found dead tomorrow. *sighs*

you forgot your monster float, silly

2010-04-25T08:57:00.000-07:00

Sometimes the Beast, but usually the Best.

I've always loved my Uncle, Kuya Jing. He is my one-sentence laugh box. Not to mention, he also supports me with my studies since 4th Grade. But I also hate (for a short while) him for pranks such as:

spraying Glade on me (usually on my armpits)
wrestling me 'til I scream and cry
threatening me with different objects
tickling me to death
punching my shoulders
pulling my index finger to get his booger (which is the most yucky but I now learned a counter attack: push my finger forward - really hard. haha.)

The pellet of that Airsoft gun is surely not as soft as air's touch.

and lastly,

engaging me over social embarrassments

Therefore, it is very important for me to sign out to every social network I'm currently logged in before I go out of the computer's reach. 'Cause if not, everything's predictable. Hands up 'cause your secrets have been revealed. Thank you!

Unfortunately I forgot that safety precaution before I left for Kuya Ven's party. And there goes sudden PM's from B. Boy. Oh my God, I'm dead. But on the positive note, the expected revelation was not made. Haha. Thank heavens. I praise you, Kuya Jing, for being soooo kind. ;)

clumsy when you're around

2010-04-23T07:48:00.000-07:00

Summer made me feel bored most of the time. I am usually stuck in babysitting and troubled by my academic documents. I usually find simple joys by buying stuffs and meeting up with friends.

>>Rubi bothers me. I'm trying here!

Anyway, Rubi ruined my thoughts now. But I just wanna say I am very much happy this afternoon. So again, thank you zZia, you're still and always will be one of the best-est persons I know. Thank you fashion books for delaying our time. And, of course, thank you for coming for that "bomb".

He knows how to listen even without phone.

God answered my prayer to give me a sign. I believe he already did. So, much of my thank you's to Him for making these things possible. My long time wonder (and hope) has been answered. :)

a three-minute hundred-item test

2010-04-12T21:38:00.000-07:00

An image of the "text style" I hate more than the Toggle Case type.
See, it drives everyone miserable!

I was out for school. But then I was shocked seeing everyone partying like there's nothing to worry about. So there goes my girlfriend, Krizzia, welcoming me to this all-blast event. After a moment of hesitating, I finally give in. This party seemed to outrun even the promenade last February.

Then, Ms. Elisa San Andres, our TLE 3 teacher came in with an angry face looking for Bert, Fau and *gulps* me. She told us that the three of us were very irresponsible for being the last three Nephy who haven't finished our clearance since we haven't got a signature from her.

I explained myself knowing that I had finished writing an essay and eating a one and one-half humongous burger as requirements. But then she refused to sign mine saying that she wasn't able to receive my work and I left the half of my burger in my bag, which is now starting to spoil.

The three of us were on the go to redo whatever the requirements are. But then Krizzia came in again and scoop me out of the trio to go somewhere else. Unfortunately, when I came back, Fau welcomed me with a big grin in his face and wishing me good luck to finish my business too. Therefore, the two of them got Ma'am's signature! Argh. Thanks Bestie...

Anyway, I hurriedly run into the faculty room to look for Ma'am. Again, with horrified look, she gave me a three-page To Do list, back-to-back. The list was divided into three sections: From the Teachers, From Fellow Students and From Older Members of a Family. My requirements varied from chow to wow. I need to ask those persons involved in the list to write me short essays about being a good and responsible student. Then after having too much pity for myself, I started crying really, really hard.

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I woke up with tears in my eyes. What a nightmare, I thought.

(Note: Some details were omitted because I lost them the time I woke up. But I can remember other Nephy comforting me later on but can't remember who are they, just Nephy.)

never dies

2010-04-10T00:14:00.000-07:00

Wow. So it took me two long years before I figured out that the "Preview" of every blog template or skin at Blogskins.com can, yes, they actually can, be clicked and therefore lets you see the tab's content. (Haha. Noob!)

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Anyway, what I got right now is far from that discovery. First thing, I want to talk about outings: Summer escapades with friends and family. Because I am dying to wear my two-piece (haha. you've read it right. TWO-PIECE) swim suit which I got from my Tita Ton and Kuya Jing before grad. BUT of course, I will sure wear it only with the presence of my family and relatives. And for that, Kuya Jing plans to buy a kiddie pool to be placed in our garage just to fulfill my craving. Lols.

Second, I want to tackle about SRA which I don't really know what A stands for. All I know are S stands for Student's and R means Reading. And I am just 7 Rate builders away from that sacred signature of Ma'am Babes. Ikaw ang dahilan kung bakit ako pumapasok araw-araw ~SRA by Anonymous (but surely someone who's a SRA Freak and got insane for that darn clearance).

And lastly, which is much more serious than the two topics above, I got "Love." Yeah, some may say that I have gone so hopeless romantic and become a kirz but no, I'm happy I'm not. I'm just acting like a real teenager which lives a life full of school, problems, friends, changes and of course, crushes or maybe sweethearts.

I met my First Love in my Fourth Grade class. By then, we had been teased to each other by those evil classmates and teachers we had. We had been in the same class for the following years. But sure enough, I felt happy whenever I am with him. But we never been in a relationship. Nyaha. Anyway, I enjoyed every special occasion in our young playful lives. He would often give me presents and letters and jokes. And he usually TEASE me to death, usually about my height. We had been seatmates in our Fifth and Sixth Grade and having those facts just worsen the teasing about us. I believe he is a wonderful human being with lots of skills in sports and making other people happy. I haven't seen him for the past years but I still feel the same goosebumps I usually had whenever I see him or I pass by their home. I still adore him, wherever he is, and I thank him for being and playing a big part of the sweet memories I had in elementary. Thank you, Moderna boy.

And now here goes the Second. Moderna boy and Mr. First Runner-up are opposites in a lot of ways. Guy1 would usually fail in his academics but the other would excel. Guy2 would fail in Masculine sports such as soccer, sepak takraw, lawn tennis , table tennis and basketball but the other would surely excel and even won a title from an Athletic event. But both of them are just as annoyingly good at making jokes. They're jokes. But beyond comparing, he (Guy2) had been in my dreams for the past days and months of my existence. Which obviously signifies that he is the most special person I've met in my HS Alma Matter. And I like him for being his plain self.

"First love never dies..."

But I believe to:
"Second love never dies, too."

hahaha

2010-03-31T07:26:00.000-07:00

Graduation. Yea, it's the main event of the year not just for me but for my brother Harley too. One stepping stone: check, and a lot more in the future. I guess everybody in our clan had been buzzing about these events and giving us both gifts and praises. I guess everybody did but not everyone...

My relatives had been irritably comforting me since March 30. Sanay na ako, what for? But the truth is, I am really jealous at my best friend. I do believe that both of us share the same original story but with varying characters, setting and plot. But I now rely on the fact that she has been luckier. I know how much she loves her mom and I do love my mother too, even if it's not that obvious. But a small detail separates the two of us - or maybe big. I was hoping that my mother would arrive too before my graduation. I was hoping that something dramatic would happen on that day and make me proud too to say, "Hi! Mama ko." Pufft. Everything vanished into thin air.

Maybe it was too late for me to shed tears since it was tattooed on my mind that I will stay strong no matter what happens but I just can't help it. I never imagined that I would be this dramatic. It's painful to understand that someone you wish to spend on one of the most memorable part of your life unfortunately chosen to look away and just let someone to substitute on her absence.

I'm still hoping...Just in case you still care.

someday it's gonna make sense

2010-03-26T08:05:00.000-07:00

It took me a long time before I was able to convince myself to go to bed "early" and so wake up early this morning. I think I finally dose to sleep around 1:30 am and woke up at exactly 5:56 am. Wow. Success! (It's all in the mind...) But all these things were just little sacrifices for me to catch up for the Finale of our school year. And would be my very last chance to be with the same persons I valued and loved most for the past ten months ~ Slyth's.

I am truly grateful to have:

Aldrin, "Hannah, basa!!! Ilingana Jess, o."
Jay, "Banana sandwich ka na basa."
Ryan, "O, ano man saimo aki ko?"
Chris, "Basta sabihun mo bako akong guilty."
Dominic, "Hannah, are you late?"
Gab, "Ano'ng assignment?"
Fau, "What's your problem?"
Nyo, "Pirmi na lang akong naggigibo sa harong."
Wain, "Grabeeeee."
Jess, "Basaaa. Bataaaggg."
Darryl, "Iyo, para kay Batag."
Dj, "Matabaun ang braso."
Mark, "Sige na po."
Joer, "But not just 'sweat' lang."
Emilio, "Mahagad daw sarong tablet."

Danica, "Gusto mo?"
Joyce, "Ay dear, si Toot na naman nahiling mo!"
Maxine, "Yan man Batag."
Arysa, "Loser ka!"
Krizzia, "Toooooot. I miss you!"
Marj, "Sige na Batag."
Lucille, "Ano man problema mo, Loser?"
Jilla, "Iyo, si Yuri nakakasuya."
Noreen, "Magayun ka daw."
Monica, "Tapos ka na po Bats?"
Marion, "Pahilot kamot."
Jaja, "Iyo? AHAHAHA. Cutooon."
Janellene, "I labs you!"
Diana, "Masubli, pwede?"
Jane, "Pakal! (baket)"
Ashley, "Kasi nga Nana."
Sharm, "Kuanon mo na lang sa bag ko."
Roselle, "Singko daa para sa ~"
Ouiea, "Appeal talaga kang gibo mo!"
Shiela, "Pwedeng pasurat? Salamat!"
Mika, "Knock knock."
Faye, "Hi One ko!"
Ivy, "Opo. Sabay na tayo."

Ma'am Dhee, "Nasaan na yung Research n'yo?"
Ma'am Chavez, "Sige Hannah, number three."

"Tears you shed are all the same
When you laughed 'till you cried
Or broken down in pain"

I simply love you all. I will miss you 4D!

cachinnate

2010-03-23T07:31:00.000-07:00

171 days before the 10th day of September - Traslacion
163 days before the 2nd day of the said month - Ivy's Birthday
7 days to go before the 13th Commencement Exercises
but an Eternity before I tell you the truth...ilyi

I am thankful for today I finally got the 'energy' and need to go to the dominion of Ma'am Infeliz. I need to level up. I need to comply with a long-term requirement. I need to step on 2C, badly!

I am thankful for having the Reader's Digest at the corner. It has been my silent buddy who always feed me up with learnings and great laughs. Here are some words added to my vocab:

philtrum - the groove beneath your nose
dudgeon - anger
smidsy - motorbike accident; comes from "Sorry, Man, I Didn't See You."
quidnunc - someone who's eager to get the lastest news; chismosa/o

and lastly, my new favorite...

cachinnate - laugh loudly

I am frustrated. I got a lot of dreams. I have three types of dream: 1) possible to come true 2) less possible to come true 3) dream that will just be a dream.

When I was a kid, I've always wanted to be someone. I demanded for fame, love and all the luxuries in life. Everybody wants to become a person they wanted to be, so do I. But it has always been my fate not to have those hopes. I had been disappointed. I am disappointing.

I can still remember the pails of tears my mom shed when I had my graduation in my elementary. She was crying with joy and pride. Both of us won. The large and heavy medals she had put on my neck cannot compare to her happiness. By then, I promised myself to make her feel the same happiness in my high school. Be the same Hannah who has been known to be an "Outstanding Student." But I guess all those hopes drifted away... leaving me with an award of "Ordinary Student" and a hurting ego.

the red queen

2010-03-15T06:53:00.000-07:00

the real thing is:

TRUTH HURTS,

Kirz.

so don't give a damn try in denying. tss. WOMBAT.

no, no, no!

2010-03-06T05:08:00.000-08:00

yesterday was a blast. maybe not just for me but for someone too...

she (that someone) and I, both burst into tears for two different reasons: being 'cheated' and being disobeyed, respectively. maybe both of us became weak at those situations which ironically need us to be strong.

i learned late. i realized that friendship is really that powerful that enables you to hold on to someone though he/she had done something that hurt your feelings or violated your stands. yes i was hurt. then, i started goin' wild like cursing those people i love. i realized what's my fault too. i mustn't have let anger take over me and let me hurt others too. this is life. this is the "bitter" part of this cycle that leads us to the "sweet" part. i hope so...

...

2010-02-25T09:42:00.000-08:00

awts?

2009-12-08T04:32:00.000-08:00

Chum: Cutun talaga si Naruto!!! *giggles*

Bleh: Crush mo?

Chum: Iyo. :)

Bleh: Yuck. Nagkakacrush ka sa anime?

Chum: Cute daw kaya.

Bleh: Magkakacrush ka na lang, sa anime pa!

Chum: Ano man? Kesa man sa tao, crush mo siya pero aram mo man na mayo saimong gusto. Maasa ka lang. Sayang lang si paghanga mo.

Bleh: *drowns in self-pity*

XA 'to

2009-11-29T21:56:00.000-08:00

Dai ko aram kung tano nasusuya akong maray sa sadiri ko dahil sa sarong bagay na dapat dai man kinakasuyaan. Ano man kung dai ko tulos siya nabisto? Kasalan ko man kung mas pinili nindang isekreto sa'ko kung siisay siyang ponsyo pilato? O kasalan ko talaga ta dai ko na naman ginamit ang utak ko?

Nakakasuya!! Bwisit siya.. Bwisit sinda.

Ano man baya sa'ko. Mayo man akong hold saiya. Mayo ako sa lugar. Masabi sinda, "Para lang kayan!" Pero dai. Iba ang dating sa'ko. Mas lalo pang magabat sa pagmati ta pirang bulan na ang nakakaagi na dai ko siya nabibistado. Ngunyan lang.

An pagmati ko dinaya ninda ako gabos. Hay inda. Dai ko maintindihan an sadiri ko.

Nagmamati kang dai man dapat minamati. :(

chocolate

2009-11-20T05:29:00.000-08:00

Category: something tasty

C _ _ C _ L A _E

- dom's day

I can't get over until now that he-who-Einstein-could-only-guess word that our Class Beadle presented to us. I still experience random laughs when that thought came running through my cluttered mind. Something tasty... hmm, sounds like food, of course. It has the letters C, L, A and E. In a 0.2 millisecond, I burst into laughter just like the crowd.

Stainless Langgonisa

2009-09-10T21:58:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, I can't hardly catch my breathe because of laughing over the wonderful creation of my favorite author - Bob Ong. I've just read Ang Paboritong Libro ni Hudas and Stainless Longganisa. People would usually come near me and ask why am I laughing so hard to almost every sentence of those books. Then, I would answer, "Ini kaya!*wipes tears and laughs again*"

When I arrived at home, my relatives asked me the Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs) of the day. But my Tita, once again, warned me and said that she guess that books like those are nonsense. She insisted that I would only get the good laughs but not knowledge or whatever "academic-worthy". Well, whatever. I'm not discouraged. haha. Instead, I am planning to submit a resolution whereas reading of Bob Ong books be implemented instead of SRA in a two-hour basis. lol.

Maybe somehow you are expecting me to mention about the synopsis of the two mentioned books, well, I'm not. I am encouraging you my fellow earthlings to discover it by yourselves and learn a lot of things that textbooks or even internet or whatever other references can't give. Plus, read it to exercise your jaw muscles or even your tear ducts through hysterical laughing. (Believe me, TRIED and TESTED. Recommended by BFAD) :)

the BEST pen

2009-08-10T05:00:00.000-07:00

He always, as in always, checks my paper. He drawn a sketch of me once. And he announced that I am his crush.

His name is Darryl.

haha. just joking! I mean both of us were just kidding around. I am loyal to a sluggish person and he is too to someone else. Kevz' magical word rings in my ear right now. Haha.

Anyway, what's the point of mentioning and publishing our stupid game? Simple. I just want to share to you how to be bubbly and laugh at yourself for hearing such romantic words from a pseudosuitor. (pseudo means false and suitor means - i know you absolutely knew that word) It's also an effective alternative for your someone special. All you need to do is imagine that it was him/her telling you such words. It always work! Haha.

Change topic: Joer's Better Pen.

I can't help but laugh at Joer when he said that he can't move on from losing his Php 67.00 worth Pilot Mechanical Pencil. He said that it was like the feeling after a broke up. (Note: He knows how it feels because he had that feeling before. ;)) He was so frustrated that he opposed the majority's idea of using pencil instead of pen in answering our Analytic Geometry exam. :))

Speaking of Analytic Geometry, I got a 55/55 score on our project. damn, I got perfect. But I am not perfect because I'm only a person. Lol. But the proof of my success vanished after an evil living thing stole it! Masunog sana ang kaluluwa mo. But I understand him/her for getting jealous of my achievement. (Haha. Kapal.)

P.S. Whoever stole our precious things, matakot kayo sa karma. :P

zrik~zvek

2009-08-04T22:44:00.001-07:00

Unfortunately, today is his birthday.
See the guy with the "pogi" sign?
It's him. (hha.just joking, kevz!)

Kevin is one of my boy friends..(boy-space-friends, don't call me KIRZ for saying so. hha.) anyway, what's so great about being with him? actually, nothing! jjk again. hha.

o seryoso na ngani...

si kebin, Antares! (yess.mski dai katubod-tubod.hha) then, Abueva, Antimony & Gryffindor. actually, naging classmate ko lang siya no'ng Antares (yess.) pero since then, close na talaga kmi (feelerz). he's one of my Uwian Buddies. kahit na may hearing disability, aba mabilis yan sa mga balita lalung-lalo na sa mga gossips. matibay na lyrist. and may unique voice quality na kanyang signature of existence. isa ring "self-proclaimed cute" and a proud typing maniac champ. minsan mukhang ewan, minsan naman ewan. hha. unique kasi siya..pagbigyan.

pero kahit ganun si kebin beggar, i mean, kevin vega, i still like (kevz, "R") him. (kirzzz) kahit na wala siyang looks >:)) at puro brains lang, e da best pa rin yan.

tingnan n'yo, sa'n kayo makakahanap ng lalaking may sepulchral voice na kumanta ng Broken Vow na di ka iiwan kahit na magkalayo kayo? sa'n ka makakahanap ng taong wala ng nakitang iba kundi sina - at -? sa'n ka makakakita ng taong magpapadala sa'yo ng libro n'ya pauwi dahil raw hindi ka naman nagdala ng lyre no'ng practice? sa'n ka makakahanap ng naguenian na humigit kumulang sa 20 ang late comings no'ng third year? sa'n ka makakakita ng freshman na natutulog sa kanyang seat no'ng first day of classes? sa'n ka makakahanap ng ibang KEVIN VEGA?

nag-iisa lang siya at birthday n'ya ngayon.

(note: kebs, ang talinga.. :))

LS(Laziness Syndrome)

2009-08-03T20:08:00.000-07:00

I am in this court to defend myself against all your accusations!
I am not guilty! I'm innocent! - Colonel Bana

nine o'clock, in front of Carmelite: Whatever with a shadow. haha. now i am guilty for not attending in our "C" practice which is a confidential event. what can i do? i woke up at 9:15 and finished my breakfast at quarter to ten. i feel so lazy and i don't have the spirit or intention to go out of the house and see the same faces of my beloved classmates. i just wish you guys to finish everything you've planned yesterday and hopefully you don't threaten me by thursday. x-o-x-o!

who's back?

2009-08-02T05:13:00.000-07:00

after several days of playing pet society (wherein i reached the "A-Lister Pet":)) and killing my time through bloggie-jumping, i'm finally back.

my absence was caused by our stupid connection error with blogger.com. damn, glad i'm here again. and i loveeee my new skin (i didn't exfoliate, i mean the layie!).

the point is, i'm into nonsense blogging again, period. toodles!

the story

2009-07-19T03:19:00.000-07:00

minsan sa buhay ng isang tao, gigising siya tapos titingin sa orasan. magugulat siya dahil 6:15 na ng umaga at may pasok pa siya pagdating ng alas siyete. nagmamadali siyang bumangon. kumuha ng baso at itinapat ito sa gripo upang magmumog. pagpihit ng gripo'y walang dumaloy na tubig. natataranta na siya. tapos naramdaman niyang naiihi na siya. sinubukan niyang i-flush ang kubeta pero wala pa ring tubig. naiinis na siya. nagmamaktol niyang tinanong ang kasambahay nila, "ate, ba't walang tubig? maleleyt na 'ko!"

patakbo namang naglakad yung kasambahay. pinihit yung major connection ng tubig sa kabahayan. biglang nagkatubig pero lumalabas lamang ito sa sumabog na tube ng bidet nila. wala na siyang choice. hindi na siya makakapagpaligo ng maligamgam na tubig mula sa heater nila. kumuha siya ng balde at tsaka ito itinapat sa tumatagas na malamig na tubig. naghanap siya ng tabo, pero wala siyang nakita. kinuha niya na lang ang tupperware na container sa lalagyan ng pinggan at ginawang tabo. naligo siya sa loob ng di halos limang minuto dahil sa lamig at pagmamadali.

hindi na siya nag-agahan. kaya naisipan niya na lang magtoothbrush para mabawasan ang mabahong amoy ng kanyang hininga. pinihit niyang muli ang gripo. wala ni isang patak ang tumulo. binuksan niya ang ref at nagbuhos ng malamig na tubig sa baso. 'yon ang ginamit niyang pansipilyo. naramdaman at nalasahan niya ang sobrang anghang at pait. at natapos ang araw niya na kasing saklap ng pagsisipilyo gamit ang malamig na tubig... -fin

unfortunately, that story's mine. it happened last tragic thursday. and today, it's as bitter as that.

the trip to the movies was forfeited and my pc folder's gone. all my files had vanished.

a quarter of my life's lost...

oh yeah

2009-07-17T06:10:00.000-07:00

i <3 mountain ranges. ;]

Mc did

2009-07-14T06:28:00.000-07:00

Yaon si McDo!
Papicture kita?! :)

surprisingly, that was true. Ronald McDonald, together with his crew, made my jaw dropped during the flag ceremony late this morning. the trying-hard Ronald McDonald (because the guy was fat and short-absolutely not a good copycat.hmp) ran to the pathwalk and then made some announcements to the crowd(they got a store opening tomorrow at SM City Naga and everybody's invited because they're giving out free pens. haha. pathetic). and then, left us without even distributing burgers! grr.

the story about the rest of the day is something i don't like to share. literally speaking, i was brain-drained and grown old and tired-looking. i guess, everybody did. today, Mcdo's only my happy thought.

-- kita-kita sa SM after class? sayang nun' pen! :P

a RED-dle

2009-07-08T05:48:00.000-07:00

generally speaking, i think my day turned out okay. though, lots of things happened that almost messed up my beautiful existence.

first thing in the morning, i crammed memorizing Debussy, Schoenberg, Molina, at iba pa for the announced long test in "moo's sick". then it turned out that there's a mass for the holy spirit. one-word reaction: YEHEY!

it was after the flag ceremony that karen took a very important announcement. it was the announcement i am longing for. the dlmo now's ready to accept new lyricists who had an experience in playing the sacred glockenspiel. well, i had an experience, not to mention the skills. haha.

it was during lunch time when i confessed to my seatmate-slash-bestie my opinion 'bout a friend. (yes, krizz, this is what you're waiting for) i told her that guy101 is a flirt. and he's annoying me! he is a flirt because he flirts with a girl who had been being flirted by another guy but the girl doesn't flirts back because he like somebody else. see my point? too much flirtings! yuck. why not show his affections when i'm not around?

then the bell rung for our first subject in the afternoon, araling panlipunan with ms. capin. yey, our fave subject. as usual, our discussion ended up with a debate. it's a debate between her and 40 students. we always end up with arguments against her statements or her statements against ours: arguing if to classify housewives as part of the labor force or not and why do women are always blamed about the population growth. aja 4-d!

now i knew that it's not right to question the author's "creativity" because every author has his/her own style of writing. the much better answer would be, "the author didn't get his readers' interest." thank you ma'am ombao!

and from this day, i pronounced Physics as "mind-wrecking". all those velocity computations and the like are getting through my nerves! fortunately, humor was added to the subject which lessens the pressure of arithmetic. plus, fun-filled activities, where our group (Spanish Breath) always win, lightens the burden. thank you Horsepower! (who can beat joer's 6.19 m/s record?!)

to sum it up,

"i'm just a little bit caught in the middle,
life is a maze and love is a REDdle...
i don't know where to go i can't do it alone i've tried
and i don't know why.."

who wants some french fries?

2009-07-04T08:52:00.000-07:00

i am a war freak yesterday. i fought with my usual enemies: emilyn and lucille. then, there came my new foes, niño and chris and Sir. and last but not the least, kevz..

my fights between emilyn and lucille were just jokes. it has been part of our ordinary meetings, whether at the lobby, canteen or inside the classroom. i would usually set free bossy words and "i am cuter" speech. the three of us are great actresses and we enjoy what we were doing. so if you guys see us blabbering things like "i am better in.." and "you don't belong here" well, it's part of the show! :))

english was our third subject in the morning. and yesterday was when the "public humiliation" happened. as expected, i am in the middle of the battle without an armor. the whole class shouted annoying "yeeeee's" and their mischievous eyes darted on me. i have learned that sir suggested the start of "what does hannah likes about -- and --?" Sirrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!

and the last foe in the making, kevz. well, both of us transformed into "war freaks" yesterday. my only point is, i need to go home early because of several reasons: my lola's still trying to recover after her operation and she needs someone to help her in doing things, my aunt is preggy and she expects me to go home much earlier than usual and i got a show to watch. see kevz, i've got a lot more obligations to do at home than you. i've got three more strict guardians. and i'm tired of going home late then face an interoggation and said, "i've stayed late at school to do nothing but wait 'til the guard wants us out".

so guys, watch out for a girl like me because i can be as evil as i want once you opened fire. >:)

hit me

2009-07-02T07:15:00.000-07:00

my hair's brushing through my face as the cold wind touches my skin. i'm seated beside kathllin. and i can't help but soak myself in silence since bestie's out again. i've grown tired of school and i'm all worn out. i can't help but think about how can i face my expected public humiliation tomorrow prepared by the "evil masterminds"-chris and niño. urgh! can i just bury my self under piles of papers and play dead?

banana ho!!

2009-06-28T17:12:00.000-07:00

were inside this air conditioned room located beside 4-gryffindor. yeh. comlab for short.

wain said we need to improve our blog and make it look like a product of programming. (and aldrin said, "ako man ibali mo man 'ko..") hha. there you go imelda! anyway, all of us were spending our time to nonsense things. as usual. facebook, imeldific101, friendster, pet society, blah, blah, blah...

our next subject is physics and my answer's still a complete mystery. yah. but i'll pass it anyway. pwede na... haha.

bananaHO two! -zzia

time-consumer

2009-06-28T06:36:00.000-07:00

twenty-seven kahapon.
twenty-eight ngayon.
twenty-nine bukas,
birthday ng kapatid ko.
magtitwelve na siya...
wala akong regalo.

magbilang ba. boring.

lucky me

2009-06-22T05:54:00.000-07:00

"Third year lang ang kasali sa try-outs, eh, Fourth year ako...
Praktis ako ng praktis! May mallet na 'ko... 'Nay baket?!" -triple drummer

yeah. tragic. i've spent the rest of the week convincing my aunt and uncle to let me join to my dream org, drum and lyre corps. i've also suffered from severe colds since i've cried for the first time i attempted to let them know what i was planning. it's not a simple cry, i cry myself to sleep. totally miserable. i've also suffered from too much self-pity and frustrations which lead me to promise to krizzia that i will be her MP in case she would be a member of the DLC.

yesterday, with a lot of perseverance and hope in me, i asked my aunt if i can join the audition since supposedly, today's the first day of audition. then, she smiled at me and said yes. YES! because of the after-shock reaction, i went to centro to buy a pair of mallet.

another ordinary monday with blah, blah, blahs.

riiiiiinnnnnnggggg!!!

yey! time for my audition. but since it is a fact that today is monday and monday means a day for a SSG meeting, i went directly to the SSG room. during the meeting i can't help but look at the vertical space between the door and the wall and try to see what's happening on the audition. to make me feel worse, i heard the notes played on the glockenspiels and the beats created by the drums. i'm physically stuck on my obligation but my mind was on the instruments. finally, the meeting was adjourned. i met german a.k.a the band leader at the lobby and asked him if i could still attend the try-out the other day. then i've heard the most hurting words ever in my life:

"Ay pasensya na. Dai na pwedeng magsali ang fourth year sabi ni Sir."

shooonnnggg.

one word: OUCH.

but then again, like what fau told me, "Bite into the bright side." he's absolutely right even if that quote came from the commercial of Cloud 9. i got several advantages of being not part of the band. like: i can go home early. i won't cram for my academic requirements. i won't suffer from to much exposure to UV rays from the sun. i got practice-free weekends. i got a lesser bill to pay. and i can be able to watch BOF.

maybe, being a lyrist is not my destiny. it's not for me because something better awaits me. :)

don't forget

2009-06-20T19:24:00.000-07:00

today...

*demetria lovato's don't forget kept on playing on my mind. and i can't forget...

*21st of june, father's day. i don't have a father to greet and hug by then. i'm used to it.

*i dreamed of him. and he hugged me in my dreams.. woohoo.

*i'll go to centro and waste money from my savings :)

*i read blog posts from friends

*i realized that yesterday was cathy's birthday and i didn't greet her

*i went to church and saw my ex-crush

*i'm totally bored that's why...

*i'm posting nonsense

bummer

2009-06-20T02:13:00.000-07:00

well, i spent almost two hours searching for this eye-catching skin. i love the colors. and i love the title. it's full of inspiration and self-confidence.

yeah. a new layout which screams, "I shall rule the world!" and i will. :)

"shopping at unitop" is fun

2009-06-18T06:16:00.000-07:00

today is the charter anniversary of naga city. as part of its annual celebration, there had been a parade this morning at the city plaza. and i've been there!

originally, the plan is, i and my sister will meet at baker's plaza by 9 o'clock. well, i arrived, as usual, late for 5-10 minutes. (sorry sissy for keeping you wait.) i thought the parade had ended because i saw kuya a standing beside my sister! fortunately, it's just another wrong belief. whew! moving on... niño came. then, he decided to join us in our journey while kuya a decided to go home instead. (aww..)

anyway, we went on. we walked and talked and laughed and sighed and watched! finally, we've found our school's pride, playing mamma mia while the majorettes were dancing. and yes, he was there. sweat had covered his cutie face. 'bet it was caused by the intensive walking under the scorching sun while carrying his drums.

we've followed them 'til we reached point A again. sis and i hesitated to talked to them and for me, to him after that. for what? i thought. then, we went on again.

we've been to the photocopy center of my uncle's girlfriend and left the pintig book of spanish bread there for reproduction. we've gone tired and hungry. so, to fill our empty stomachs, we've ordered two 50 McSaver's chicken sandwich with drinks and two regular fries. after that, we've crossed paths. i bought several fruits for my pregnant aunt before going home. my wallet was drained.

this morning is my happiest morning ever this tiresome week! i'm so glad i've spent it with my bestest friend a.k.a my sister. again, a bunch of thank you's zZii!

single since birth

2009-06-17T06:15:00.000-07:00

sabi nya, "Pirang taon na kamo?"

sabi ko, "Taon ni?"

sabi nya ulit, "Ni ----! "

sa isip ko, "Ano?!"

sabi ko, "Di naman kami..."

sagot nya, "Iyo? Akala ko kaya iyo ta seryosohun si ----."

sa isip ko, "Wow. Disappointed ka pa ata."

last word ko, "Never."

PATHETIC. i can't believe that she thought that i had a relationship with somebody. yes, indeed, we had been in a relationship BUT it's a relationship of Friendship. never beyond that. the worst part is, she believed that for the last few years. wow naman! i wanna let her know that i'm single since birth and i'm happy 'bout that. but i'm not telling that i don't like the guy. (*like as in like-as-a-friend-type) she must see and realize that we are good friends 'til now 'cause he holds tight on our friendship not like what happened to us(me and her).

well, it's life: full of maling akala, broken friendships, lies and gossips.

'guess the old saying, "The truth will set you free..." is the best way out.

I got A(H1N1)

2009-06-15T06:09:00.000-07:00

Swine Flu Symptoms

According to the CDC, like seasonal flu, symptoms of swine flu infections can include:

fever, which is usually high, but unlike seasonal flu, is sometimes absent - negative
cough- positive
runny nose or stuffy nose - positive(omg!2/9)
sore throat - positive no'ng saturday, negative ngayon (whew!)
body aches - negative
headach - negative(kapag math lng..hehe)
chills - negative
fatigue or tiredness, which can be extreme - positive. (almost everyday after school :))
diarrhea and vomiting, sometimes, but more commonly seen than with seasonal flu - negative

(Source: http://pediatrics.about.com/od/swineflu/a/409_symptoms.htm)

based on my analysis, i got a 2 and 1/2 symptom ng swine flu. so, don't panic guys! harmless pa ako (for now). pero when it comes to my tita, "o hannah, alcohol muna! dakulon kang virus from school." kapag galing sa kanya, katakot. feeling ko i'm one of the 147 persons na infected ng virus sa RP! pero sabi ko nga, harmLESS pa ako. ;)

out of nothing, there comes something

2009-06-14T02:42:00.000-07:00

may 31, 2009, sunday.

i've seen him again. i hugged and kissed him. pathetic i may seem but on that five minutes or less, i enjoyed being in his arms. i missed his voice. and i've forgotten all my hatred and questions. after giving me an amount of Php 2,000.00, he left. and i never know when we'll meet again.

p.s. he's not my boyfriend, he's my father...

pause muna, pwede?

2009-05-29T22:47:00.000-07:00

(haping-hapi pa ako jan. pupunta kasi kami sa Isla Puting Bato ni Manong. ;))

hayyy. talaga bang goodbye worry-free days at hello 'apologies' at homeworks na?! pero okay na rin, at least, naging galaw-galaw ang tag-araw ko. marami-rami rin kasi akong accomplishments this summer vacay...

1. naghands-off sa pc for weeks. (o, savings na rin yan ng current bill namin.)

2. naging baby sitter for almost two months.

3. naging "nurse" ng kapatid kong binata na na nangamatis ang kanyang --yah. haha. (redundant na ang na. wahaha)

4. nakapagbasa ng libro ni Bob Ong, idol!

5. nakapagbrigada ng half-day.(actually, nakakahiya nga, parang school visit lang nagawa ko dun. sorry Ms. Prexy... dahil yan sa No. 2)

6. nagrepaint ng aking bed, desk and chair. (si Mr. Wilson na sa walls and cabinets.)

7. tumutok sa Boys Over Flowers. (accomplishment ba 'to?)

8. naayos na rin kahit papaano ang blog na'to kahit hanggang ngayon e. wala pang nakakaalam ng link. private online journal muna.

Play On!

2009-05-29T21:52:00.000-07:00

Pinoy Bingo Night. familiar? of course, it is. it's the most "unfortunate" show swapped with Boys Over Flowers' time slot. as its name suggests, it's a BINGO game show hosted by my idol's daughter, Kris Aquino. As usual, the game deals with B's, I's...(i know you knew the rest.) and numbers from 1-75 (i think). numbers. i hate 'em.

as part of the show, there's a so called "Home Viewer Game" where people at home can win a one-shot Php 150,000 or more. all they need is an X pattern on their b.cards. how to get b.cards?

exchange empty packs of their sponsor's brands at their participating redemption booths, like Robinson Supermarket at E-Mall. wow. now i sounded like Kris. i was able to know these stuffs not because i am their avid fan but because i've been to E-Mall last Sunday just to get some cards due to my grandmother's request.

so... play on!

unluckily, i and my cousin were blamed last night 'coz we weren't able to catch up for the home viewer numbers. great. we were blamed because mommy believes that one of her cards won. great-er. we had a hard time convincing her that she simply didn't win. NO BINGO. huhu..

after that, i realized that numbers are simply not my stuff. i've got no luck neither faith on them. but i don't contest Mr. Bob Ong's belief that Math is our general language from money, calendars, time, up to bingo cards... but it doesn't mean that one's life depends on it. L-O-V-E is not math. ;)