Catie, Lyca, and Patty while walking along Mwalk suddenly came across with Miss Christy:

Catie&Patty: Hi Miss!

Lyca: Miss tapos na consultation nyo?

Miss Christy: HINDI MAGYOYOSI AKO. (Going toward William Hall Direction)

Catie: (Thinking... San kaya sya magyoyosi? hahaha)

AGNOSTIC

(On a Thursday afternoon, when every smoker finds refuge within the dusty premises of Agno, three girls sat on three monoblock chairs. Those are Lyca, Gillian and Catie. The weather drains the remaining energy that was left from the girls. While eating dimsum and a few pieces of candies, Lyca suddenly spoke out of randomness)

LYCA
(uttered while chewing a small quantity of beef dimsum)
"You know what, our friend is Agnostic".
CATIE
( eyes widened in surprise)
"Really?"
GILLIE
(Puzzled with the topic)
"He's always here?"

(A sudden scream of laughter were blurted out by the girls)

Secret Life of a Cellphone

I am the hope of the Generation, at least for the youth. I am everyone's favorite decoy. I can be anything and anyone for as long as I keep my identity within my keypads. I come in different varieties!!

I feel so loved, so needed! Who else would sleep beside you but me? Who else would make you smile but me? My ring tone is the greatest symphony in your ears. Many couples ended up together because of me. I am the merchant of contemporary courtship and many Casanovas are crippled by my absence.

In a daily basis, my life is very stressful. Having to endure hundreds of messages in my poor little system is really nerve-wracking. My dilemma worsened when Unlimited Text messaging is invented. Never there has been a free time, recess was never mentioned in my vocabulary and my keypads are always bruised because of this never-ending text messaging. I used to find solace during my battery-empty moments but people are just too cruel to use me even in my siesta time.

But after all my services, people will just trade me for a much newer model. And the rest of my clan will remain phased-out.

Secret Life of a Wall clock

I have been with humans for as long as I can remember but still, I can't understand them. People hate me because my hands move too slow, but they're going to blame me for being too fast when they are having fun.

I love numbers but I couldn't get past through the number 12.
I am the best distraction. People couldn't concentrate on what they are doing when they see me-- during exams, meetings, class discussions, etc.
I am the center of attention and people always notice me, but I am still wondering why I remain as a wall flower.
I leave a mark on every wall I go.

Sun rises, sun sets, my life has always been a cycle of de javus. Even when I stop my hands from moving, I know I am still correct twice a day.

I have something that even the richest man couldn't buy-- TIME.
I control it in my hands. And that, my dear, is why I am richer than anyone else.

Secret Life of a USB

I used to be expensive, now I'm cheap. Everyone can buy me now.

I give humans the best service I could ever give: I carry heavy-loaded files and kept them to myself for the longest time, I don't even mind not being safely removed from my comfort zone! But they wouldn't consider scanning threats before exiling me into a new place to prevent me from being contaminated with viruses. And worst part is, they're gonna hate me for that! It's not may fault that some random freak invented that virus!!

I have a lot of fears. I am afraid of horses, cookies, worms and trackers. Those things have really bad effects on me. Horses eat all my files leaving me with a long-term amnesia. Cookies are not yummy after all. Worms, I don't even know why I have worms in my body. I need to purge them out I might have a hard time digesting my files. And lastly, those trackers are actually getting into my nerves!! What's there to track after all?

Now, who says I am not problematic?

Secret Life of a Yellow Pad Paper

I am Yellow: don't be racist.

I am an endangered species during examinations and quizzes. Students beg just to have a piece of me.

Students panic every time a teacher calls out my name: "OK class, bring out 1 whole yellow pad paper."

I can be used even in my smallest form be it a 1/4 lengthwise or a cover to an over-chewed bubblegum.

On a daily basis, I get lonely. After being used, they just crumple me.

I am in love with the obsessive compulsives, I feel very important when I am with them. They don't want me to be folded or crumpled a bit. They even provide a folder for me!

I have seen all things that people couldn't say. I am an amphibian in camouflage: letter to a love one, an airplane for a kid, a ball to a trashcan, and a paper, just a paper. All of those I have been.

Secret Life of a Ballpen

Students used to love me.
When they were younger, they have always wanted to replace their pencils and use me-- I felt very needed.
When they grew older, they learned to forget me. I usually find myself misplaced in between notebooks or even found in the trash bins! My head is always exposed because students always forget where to find my cap!
If not being percussed on the armchair as a noise-maker during boring class discussions, my ink is wasted from practicing signatures and scribbling "i love____" at the back of their notebooks.
In Rizal's time, I am a weapon better than a sword. Now I am a modern day pacifier for grown-ups. Apparently, I always find myself being slobbery after taking a trip down someone's mouth.
In modern times, my inferiority complex worsens. Students do not want my help. They go to school even without me. What used to be a pencil case full of my entire clan,is now a small thing called USB. I just found out that with USB, information is much easier to transfer. Apparently, Powerpoint presentations are not copied in the notebooks and those USBs would just be inserted inside the big metal notebook, and poof! Everything copied.

Oh the modern life, when would I be digital?

Secret Life of a Door Knob

Humans want to get a grip of me. What they want is to twist my neck and let them in.

I have felt all types of hands--cold, smooth, rough, to name a few. Seldom times I get cleaned and most of the time people viewed me as a merchant of diseases. They blame me for colds and other communicable diseases. It's not my fault actually.

People do not see my importance. They wouldn't reward my services: I give them privacy, but they wouldn't give me one. I say "do not disturb", they'll knock at my home (door). I protect them from burglars, but they'll replace me with a padlock. I only go along with a key but people are so rude, they use their cards.

Seldom times I move, only in a linear direction. People wouldn't want to look at me, they just want to touch me. My life is boring, wish I would be something else.

Artist date #4

It was my first time to really explore Eastwood ALONE. I live in South and going to Eastwood is like going out of town. I have been to Eastwood couple of times before but I never really explored it. Mostly, we would just eat at Fazolli's and indulge ourselves with unlimited garlic breads.

Just before the Valentine's day, I went to a party at Eastwood to support my friend since she is one of the models. Because the preparation for the models takes more than 3 hours, I have decided to explore Eastwood alone. Since it's almost valentines day and I have no one to spend it with, I just thought of the inner artist in me as my date, it's literally an artist date. I went to bookstores and read a few introductions of different books, I went on a jazz concert in one of the big open spaces of Eastwood, I ate at Mcdonald's alone, I sat on one corner and listened to the pianist as he played the different romantic songs. It was really fun. Though on the other hand, I get to endure all the sight of different couples passing by thinking how pathetic I am to visit a nice mall with no one to be with. Since flower shop tiangges are strewn all across the mall, I just appreciated the flowers they are selling and examined the faces of couples buying those.

It was really fun being able to find a whole new place and get to appreciate every inch of it. Just to think of it, I wouldn't be able to listen to the pianist for an hour if I was with somebody, I wouldn't be able to appreciate a jazz concert since most of my friends are really not into jazz, and lastly, not everyone finds it entertaining to spend an hour and a half in bookstore just browsing through different novels without even having the thought of buying any of them.

I have enjoyed this day exploring and I even forgot that I have to attend a party.

The last time I..

The last time i've ever been in a concert was during the E-heads final get together. I never expected to have a VIP ticket. Apparently, my friend has an extra ticket and she doesn't know who wants to join her watch. It was fantastic. I didn't even have to pay for it! The concert was quite awesome. Of course I understand why Ely has to limit his moves into just strumming his guitar and waving his hands once in a while. I have always loved Eheads. Their music is the soundtrack of my childhood. Even if i wasn't able to really relate to their "tang-ina nagmuka akong tanga pinaasa nya lang ako" during my childhood years, I still love them.

The last time I have been to Bicol

The last time i have been to Bicol was last year. I really love going there. My cousins live there and the only way I can get to them was through Holy Weeks where we need to visit them for our reunion. They actually live in Camarines Sur or Cam Sur and it would just take us roughly around half an hour to get to CWC.

I love Bicol. I have kept there most of my childhood memories. In Bicol, I get to breathe the type of air that Manilenos are not privileged to have. I love it when we go to hot springs and soak there for an hour. I also love going to Mt. Isarog and harvest different kinds of fruits, I missed walking my dog around the vast lands and chasing after them when they escape. Oh I miss Bicol!!!!!!!!! I want to have a vacation there this year but I am afraid I couldn't. Oh life.

The last time I felt kilig

It's nearly Valentines day.. but I just can't find any reason to celebrate it. None at all.

The last time I felt kilig was.. I couldn't even remember. Right now, I have been so entrenched with my organization and other activities that actually compensate the absence of a love life. I am not really rushing things. Time isn't running out, I have my whole lifetime to spend being in love once I get into a relationship. It does not matter even if the feeling of kilig has evaded me for the past few years. I do hope it would come back some time soon.

I am a Capricorn and my zodiac says I am the rational type of person. Yes, that's really true. My friend laughs at my stoicism but sometimes I couldn't find reason why you have to do something out of emotion. Oh well... I just couldn't write anything right now. My mind is spaced out after interviewing aspiring officers for our organization from 9:00am-5:30pm. Talking about busy sched.

The first time I became a champion on a sport

It was the last day of our table tennis class. The thing about last days are, once you have lost in the game, you get to be dismissed earlier than the usually 2 hour P.E. class schedule. Me and my partner Gillie were kinda fired up in playing since we knew that we would lose the game and get low grades if we stay nonchalant.There are these ladies who are kinda serious about this table tennis stuff. They seem to me that they have descended from the table tennis planet to invade the earth with their table tennis scheme. They are the poker-faced girls who are extremely good in table tennis. They don't smile, it feels like they are going to devour every inch of you once the game has started. Once you hit the ball with your pad, their eyes are fixed on the ping pong balls as if its an infrared device that gets into their sensory nerves and commands them to smash the ball back to their opponent.

Me and my partner Gillie are actually average table tennis players. We are only trying to play for the sake of the grade. Surprisingly, Gillie and I became the champion. How did that happen? Apparently, all of our competitors wanted to go home early so they screwed up their games and lost voluntarily. We ended up competing with the fair players and eliminated our chances of playing with the poker-faced creatures (I guessed they also voluntarily dropped the game for the early class dismissal). We were dumbfounded when we realized we've been up to the ladder and bagged ourselves with the gold! Though there weren't any ceremonies and stuff, the moment our PE prof wrote the grade 4.0 into his class record is quite a show.

Oh, this was for the ladies' division. Another set of champions for the guy's.

The first time I...

The first time I have ever been on a roller coaster was when I was 16 years old. I am such a coward, i thought I was going to scream and die after. Different stories circulate about those freaky rides saying that some people die of heart attack after riding one.
But all the adrenaline rush and the excitement, I ended up loving the ride. It was fun after all.

The first time I...

The first time I ever watched on the moviehouse was when I was in grade 4. The movie was Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's stone. That was the night when my parents were away and my brother stealthily drove our car so that we can catch the Last Full Show. He was high school with only a student's driver license. I was an elementary kid. It was my first time to sneak out of our house at 10PM and came back home at around 1 am. We had school the next day.
Oh the liberty when your parents are away.

I never shared that to anybody not until today.

After 10 years now I can get it out of my chest.

Ten years is not at all late for a confession.

Artist Date # 3

I have never tried gardening. The last time I did it was when I was in grade 4. the outcome of it? FRUSTRATING.
Ever since that dreadful day happened, I have decided to stop gardening. Apparently, the plant I am planting died 3 days after. I gave it abundant water. But it died. When our maid took care of it, it was rejuvenated into a beautiful plant. I wondered how she did that, she must have chanted a few gardener's voodoo.

So today, I mustered all my courage and let go of my "trauma", and started gardening. Just the basics--trimming the grass, and watering the plants. I was happy finding out that the plants didn't wither right away (who knows what will happen with the succeeding days).

Just then I realized, maybe I am not jinxed? Maybe i got bad luck when I tried gardening when I was young? After gardening I remember something that is quite essential to my gardening career: Now I remember what type of plant it is that made my gardening career miserable---it's a cactus.

Smell Of Hamburgers

I woke up late this morning because I slept at around 1am with no particular reason. When i opened the refrigerator, I saw a hamburger. When I tasted it, it's already cold and the ketchup has dried up and no trace of mayo is visible. Then suddenly, its distinctive smell stroke me with a bang of flashback memories.

I remember the night when my brother went home with a Jolibee hamburger. I was really curious why he went home with that kind of burger, in the first place, no one loves jolibee. I was desperately hungry and I would do anything to lay may hands on that burger. He told me not to touch it. Ok fine. Eat it! It's all yours!!! But the following morning, i found it placed right in the middle of the refrigerator--cold as ice. The feeling of not attaining what I want is actually a torture to me and besides, I am terribly craving for a burger. What I did was I told my mother to tell my brother that she ate the burger but it was I who ate it. It actually worked! And now, I have this as a tradition. Because of that, up to now, I have this weird taste in burgers--I feel that they are more enticing and delicious most especially when they are cold (same case with frech fries)

Garlic

While surfing the net visiting my facebook account, i suddenly smell garlic being fried. Memory just flooded my mind. Every time I smell garlic, I always think of birthday parties. When I was young, my mother cooks for our birthdays. Since she used to have catering services, she is quite an expert with that craft.

The indicator that she is preparing for the party is when I smell her frying garlic. That actually comes first in every dish that she does. For the rest of the day, my olfactory senses would be exposed to this smell since she have to cook several dishes.

I love the smell of garlic but i hate its taste. Birthday parties wouldn't be such if there isn't any garlic in the pan. Just the smell of it makes me think of all the occasions.. :)

Dagat ng Basura

Today is the day that marked my existence!
We went to Tondo Manila to interview street kids for our thesis. Why tondo? We just guessed that this place has an enormous variety of street kids that might fit in to our criteria.

Just when we arrived in Tondo, we have decided to leave our stuffs to one of my friends' apartment so that we would not encounter snatchers. When we closed the door, we just remembered that we forgot our wallets inside!! But the thing is, the door won't open. It's locked and we need a locksmith to open it. I only got 40 pesos on my pocket, good for the three of us. On the way, we have to walk near the "dagat ng basura" just to cross the street. Apparently, Anne Curtis and Sam Milby are shooting a film or something so the roads are clogged with by-standers hoping to see the celebrities.
While interviewing street kids, suddenly, policemen raid the market and started confiscating the vendor's goods.

After the day, we just realized that this isn't bad luck, it's adventure.

Since Tondo markets are quite populated, you get to see a lot of people selling goods that are strewn across the road. A smell of fish brought me to the days when I was still a kid. I really do not go to marketplaces and the last time i visited one was when I was elementary. I remembered the night when my mother still buy sacks of vegetables (she used to supply vegetables to a hospital) and I would go with her. It would take us up to 10 PM at most. And after that, she would buy me and my sister cheeseburgers from Jolibee (yeah, we used to love that Bee) and we would eat it on the way home. I would sleep alongside with my mother and my sister beside me. My father was away during that time since he works at Pangasinan.

I love that burger, wonder why I stopped loving it.

Resumes!!!

It just came unto me that I am about to graduate this June and the first thing I have to do is to find a company to apply to. Since applications are tedious and require luck and perseverance, I have decided to apply this early.

I have to print 6 resumes, after printing them, the smell of ink just gave me a recall. I remember the days when my father bought us a printer. It has been a 2 years since the last time i used it. It's still working and nothing's wrong with it. It just that it doesnt have an ink. And every time I try to refill it, my laziness just gets into my way. Now, I still have to go to school to get my papers printed.
I remember the last time i used it, I used it to print a powerpoint in our Genders class. The next day, I just realized that the letters are not visible so i have to print it again.. Every time i smell newly printed materials, I just remember my poor printer..
when will i ever buy an ink refill? :|

Mush Potatoes

It was only after our 2nd year of stay in La Salle that we discover the canteen inside Miguel Building 3rd Floor. Apparently, this room is exclusively for the use of the faculty but sometimes, students can't help sneaking around the forbidden canteen to buy foods in between classes. Me and my friends have decided to eat there, but to our greatest disappointment, we are not allowed. So we just took it out and ate the food in z2 instead. What I love about the serving is that the waitress gave us an abundant scoop of mush potatoes. The smell of mush potatoes really has a tremendous effect on me. I love it! :)

When I smell it, it takes me back to the time of our frosh years. When I was frosh, I usually order a food only if it has a mush potato sidedish. If I saw a food with it, I order it even if i am only after the potatoes.

What I remember the most about the food is during the time when we eat at Andrew Building 6th floor. And after that, we would order mango crepe. Mouthwatering, I know. Aside from the crepe and potatoes, this is the time to review our Kaspil class. Life was secluded to me and my block, it's like La Salle is for us, the only premise of this university is Andrew and nothing else. Those were the FROSH days, and after this term, it's time to say good bye. How come no one warned me that time in La Salle slips so quickly?

Cheese Flavor

As my friend, Trisha and I walked pass Zaide, a familiar smell just tickled my olfactory senses.
"Cheese flavor? Where does it come from?", I asked my friend.
"Zaide, where else?", said Trisha. Actually she has a point, where else would it come from?

Suddenly, I felt nostalgic and memories flooded by mind. I just remember the days when we cook popcorn in our house. Those were the days when microwaves are not yet in, and for you to cook popcorn, you have to use the hard way. It was always flavored cheese.
After waiting for the popcorn to be cooked, we would choose our most comfortable position in our sofa and watch our most favorite childhood show--Wansapanataym. We need not to worry about assignments, school is just nothing but a playground and class lessons are just instructions on how you can play in that childhood arena. How I wish I can turn back to time when my questions are as simple as how would I have my 2 front teeth back? how would I win Jack and Poy?, what's the lyrics of pearly shells? who will win: Taguro or Eugene?, will I be expelled because I misplaced my ID? When happiness is simple as knowing that classes are suspended, and the only thing that will make you cry is your bully classmate.

Yeah, life is simple during the time of cheese-flavored popcorn.

Artist Date #2

I really do not have any idea as to what I can do so that my artist date wouldn't dump me for anything. Today, what I did to release my inner artistry is to put a little design on my hair.

I grabbed myself 3 colored pens and swiveled it on portion of my hair. I look ridiculous, I know. I have to sit in SJ walk for about 15 minutes so that people may notice my new look. A queer view for fashion as one may put it. I posed some hilarious positions and experimented with different facial expressions. People might find it weird, but for as long as I can exhaust the inner artisan, why not. Bizarre taste, you say, but who cares? Then I would know my artist date wouldn't have to evade my senses.

First sentence from the book: The Changing Family by Mark Hutter

India is one of the world's largest nations.
After 30 years, I wonder what would be the largest nation. Would it still be India. Perhaps it would be China.

"God made the earth and the universe, and the rest is made in China." From my ponytail down to my slippers, everything is made in China. This encroachment taught us that no matter how far we go, we would still find ourselves buying a made in China apparel.
I do not want to be racist here, I am not at all racist! All I have is plain observation.

But try to think of it, what if after 100 years, we find ourselves using items made in the Philippines? Wouldn't it be nicer? An Ipod made in the Philippines, that's what I am talking about. One hundred years? Would that be feasible? Maybe when we can make our own Yoda we would be able to do so. But as of now, we'll just have to endure the sight of a another country's name on our apparels.

First sentence from the book "Twenties Girl" by Sophie Kinsella

The thing about lying to your parents is, you have to do it to protect them.

I made a several lies to my parents, sometimes I just do it for the sake of protecting them. When I told them I am going out to do thesis but find myself watching a new movie on the mall, I just did that to spare them from high blood pressure.

Well, for the record, I do not lie much to them. Just in times of emergency. Like during my friend's birthday, of course I say it would be all eating-and-talking party, I didn't actually lie, I just excluded the "drinking" part. Well, it's just occasional and we didn't have to pass on this event since it was a birthday party after all.

First sentence from "Families: Labor and Love" by Maureen Baker

Think of the last time you watched a television documentary or read news item in a magazine or newspaper.

News in it always portray a familiar story of death, corruption, and deceit. Where have all the good news gone? From the audacious politicians to the insatiable business men, news deliver the same story--bad news.

In television, relevant programs air in time when people already sleep. Teleseryes air in primetime with the same concept--love, betrayal, death, rage.


What happened?

Instructions: Open a book, write the first sentence that you see and then translate it to another story.

First sentence from the book: Twilight by Stephanie Meyer

When the school day had finally ended, I walked to the parking lot without enthusiasm.

The day ended bad. Aside from the dull class discussions, no body noticed my new earrings. The tremendous size of these earrings made me reluctant. A figure of a big turtle dangles at my ears as I move my face. I chose turtles because Edward goes gaga for it. Poor turtles.
"It's better to impale them with my fangs than to suck human blood", Edward says in defense for his bizarre cravings.

After wearing these horrid things, I got nothing from him. Maybe turtles entice him no more.

Later that day in the parking lot, Edward sits at the corner beside my truck. He stares at the wall fully engrossed. Then he jostles himself against the wall, clutching a small creature in his hand. At first, I thought he practices his vampire techniques, I guess it wrong. He loosens his grip as he opens his mouth to devour it. Later on I found out it is a cockroach.

Cockroaches!
He craves for them.

Now I know what to buy next.

Cocoas Gone?

Instructions: Open a book, write the first sentence that you see and then translate it to another story.

First sentence from the book: Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator by Roald Dahl

No body moved except Mr. Wonka who kept saying "ssssh! ssshhhh!"

Mr. Wonka being too reserved surprised everybody. He spent the whole afternoon locked inside his room contemplating about the factory's needless expenses. The need for cutting down the blue chocolate occurred to him when 3 kids turned blue after the intake. "Something must be lacking.", he analyzed.

"Can be because of the cocoa." He muttered. After mustering his thoughts, he jolts out of his reverie saying "Ahah!The Umpaloompahs!! ".

Umpaloompahs made it all! Apparently, the small, cranky creatures stole some of the cocoas and took it to the Umpahland. The squandered ingredients caused the factory's massive revenue lost. Exasperated, Mr. Wonka knows the next step, "I never loved the Umpaloompahs anyway", he confesses.

Eight Dwarf

Instructions: Open a book, write the first sentence that you see and then translate it to another story.

First sentence from "Read it yourself: Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" by Fran Hunia

The seven dwarfs go off into the forest to work and Snow White works in the house all day.

It was a little late when Grumpy woke up this morning that is why he was not able to join the Seven Dwarfs singing "Hay Ho" on the way to work. Apparently, he spent the whole night reprimanding Dopey regarding the milk the poor kid had splattered over the kitchen floor last night.

Later that morning, Snow was on her way out of the house carrying a basket of dirty clothes when suddenly, a queer-looking gentleman jostles her into the laundry area. He doesn't look much like my prince charming, Snow murmured. He was indeed, far from being the prince charming. He has a very short stature, has a long, silver hair, and a familiar cone-shaped hat.

Finally, the man revealed himself. His name is Scary and he is in fact, the long lost brother of the seven dwarfs. Snow White went agog. All these years the tale has been referred to as Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs while in fact, it should be eight.

Artist Date

On my artist date, I have decided to do something new TO ME. It might be very common to other people, but to me, trust me, this is entirely NEW.

I did my entire Homework at school using the Gokongwei computer alone, without my friends. Most of the time, when I am at school, i would just end up sitting in SJ, mango juice at my hand and tuna sandwich at my other hand while looking at the busy people walking along the hallway. Or sometimes, I would just sit and talk with my friends gabbling about random stuffs without realizing that the sun has already hibernated and it's time to go home.

Today, I did my homework at school and finished it on time!!! That's something new to me, and my friends would rather attest to that. A good way to start a very productive week, i think.

Things that dont go together

These are my list of things that shouldn't be together:

1. La Salle and Ateneo- they're rivals of course
2. My crush and his girlfriend- they don't look good together (bitter much?)
3. friendster and facebook
4. Valentine's day and single people
5. Quiapo church and its location (full of vendors selling pampalaglag)
6. Erap and the presidency- COMELEC must be out their mind when they allow him to file a candidacy
7. Carlo J. Caparas and the National Artist Award- They just don't go together.
8. Manny Villar and Mahirap- This man is extremely rich, I just don't care about his autobiography, all i know is that he is filthy rich.
9. Some Nursery rhymes and Kids- try to look at the lyrics of "Rock a bye baby", "Humpy Dumpy", "Jack and Jill" and see what I mean. :p

Things that should be big

Do you ever feel puzzled on why some things are presented in small packages? That's what I always feel while eating my favorite food, typing on my laptop, walking in SJ walk, or even riding the train!

Why? I will take you to the world of small things. If given a chance to alter history, I would influence its inventors to build the object with the same purpose, only with a bigger size!

1. Burger Mcdo
I love fastfoods but the same as my desire to avoid it, my cravings for its food just lead me far from abstinence. Burgers, I love burgers. I always wish for a time machine to go back to time when Hamburgers are still on the process of being invented. Its inventor could have used a pizza crust instead of an ordinary bun. By that, you can share burgers with everyone.

2. Laptop
I wish my laptop is bigger. I am not blaming ACER for inventing a handy-dandy notebook laptop. Maybe i should blame my parents for buying me a small one? right? No? I guess NO. I used to love small things but why should I limit myself in small packages when I can have a whole lot more in bigger-size varieties!! Oh I love utilitarianism.

3. SJ walk
SJ walk should be wider and bigger. SJ walk is like a Starbucks coffee shop with no vacant seats. Sometimes students would stay there for the whole day as if they have rented it for an overnight stay. Some are even territorial, it's like they have imprinted their royal badges under its tables and anyone sitting there who doesn't belong in the circle should be subjected to a firing squad. Where is equality there? If SJ walk would be as big as the soccer field, a lot of students would be happy "spotting" their crushes. Then it wouldn't be called SJ walk.. it could be SJ Field!!!

4. Keys
Keys should be bigger. Just imagine how many keys i have misplaced in my entire existence!! I don't blame myself for that, I blame the keys! Why on earth would they be very small knowing the fact that they are bloody important!!! Yeah, I know, that's the lamest excuse that you have heard coming from a careless person. Why blame the keys? They are just bunch of abiotic objects :|

5. Medals
I have received medals in my whole academic years, and the moment you receive those is a total bliss. But medals have been so overlooked. Anywhere you can find someone doing a replica of it. Where's the sense of achievement when you can buy something that other people have worked hard for? Besides, medals are like over-sized coins, not much appealing to the eyes. If i can make it bigger the same with the size of a plate, everyone would be delighted. You can vividly see and feel the weight of the fruits of thy labor.

6. President
OK, you can call me sarcastic. Well, it's my blog anyway. Kidding aside, i think the president should be of a tall stature. It gives him/her the sense of authority. Here in the Philippines there is a famous action (which is not yet sanctioned into a formal quotation), if you can't beat them, just insult them. Well, if a president has a taller stature, she could have spared herself from the numerous textjokes pertaining to her height. Well, ok. I have to admit it, the bottomline of this number is to say how much I am excited to see her step down from her beloved throne. That's why let us all guard our ballots!(OK, enough of the politics)

Things that give a clean feeling

I want it when things around me are clean. Who wouldn't?
Sometimes, things that make me feel clean are not clean at all.. That's weird. Now, let me take you to these weird things and explore the cleanliness within.

Things that give me a clean feeling:

1. Aircon
I really do not know why, but the feeling of being cold makes me feel clean. Maybe because I just associate aircon with hospitals. It's a weird comparison but I couldn't really explain why they both go together for me.

2. Pear Earrings (for girls)
By now you will see that i have a thing for pearl earrings. They make me feel so clean. every time i see someone wearing one, i think they are so organized.

3. Alcohol
Of course i am referring to the non-edible one. The smell of an alcohol rejuvenates my senses. And aside from that, I feel so disinfected every time i rub myself with it.

4. Foot scrub
I love feet. If i have something in my body that I really love, that would be my feet. I haven't reached my goal on having the perfect feet that's why i keep on buying certain stuffs just to make my feet look terrific! For me, the greatest indicator of a person's cleanliness is through feet. It is the body part which prone to any dirt and the hardest to maintain.. having been able to keep it spotless is a divine talent! haha

Things that make my heart beat faster

I am a nervous type of person. When circumstances permit it, I usually end up feeling nauseated in just simple and random things that some people find to be very normal. I think most of the students at my age would be identified with these experiences.

Top 4 things that make my heart beat faster:

1.) UAAP Ateneo-La Salle Game
Well, who wouldn't? I have nothing against Green Archers but as I saw from the previous years, La Salle has been good in playing in the first 2 quarters, but in the 3rd and succeeding quarters, they always fail to win. It's just a matter of 2 point lead from the opponent, yet, when the buzzer strikes time out everyone feels squeamish hoping for a 3 point shot. In lucky times, La Salle would manage to sustain the fight to extend for an overtime (thanks to Casio's famous 3 point shot), but the same epic fail story: The Eagles would soar higher. Oh well, at least the game is so much exciting that we couldn't believe we have lost.

2.)When a professor is picking an index card, and I would pray to all saints and gods hoping that it wasn't me
If you are asking for a list of slow and painful deaths, this one would really make it to the top 5. Every time the professor shuffles the index cards, my heart always pumps gazillion times. And when the professor slowly utters my name, I almost have a cardiac arrest. I love surprises, but this one would be an exemption. I don't know if it's my fate or destiny thing but every time my professor picks up my name from the numerous collection, the question asked of me is the hardest one. Talking about bad luck.

3.) When playing bingo
I love playing this game, but the more I am inclined in loving this game, the more I realize how unlucky I am. I never won a single game out of the 15 trials that I have had. When everyone's waiting for just 1 or 2 numbers to win, I still need around 10 numbers to form a bingo. And everytime I feel that it is my time to win, my heart just beat so fast only to find out that someone else wins.

4.) When seeing my crush
I hate seeing my crush. Aside from the blatant effects that my crush gives to me, I always feel nervous every time i see my crush. My heart just beats a thousand times and I couldn't help it!!! I have gone through a lot of breathing exercises and eat-bananas-to-regulate-heartbeat stuff but I couldn't get that blush away from my face. Ironic as it may seem, I really hate to see my crush.

My list of Elegant things

I am just a simple person, materialistic at times, but certainly an admirer of simplicity. Though, even simple people believe in elegant things. Here is my list of elegant things:

1. A full moon above a deep ocean wherein you can see its vivid reflection.
For me, this one is really elegant. I always have a very peculiar feeling every time I see this kind of sight. I do not know if it has something to do with the "moon's gravitational pull" thing but this scene gives me momentary goosebumps.

2. An Audi car.
In connection to my prior comment about me being "simple", well, i guess there is always something that would be exempted from the rule. I really love this car. If given a chance to be in an action film, I would choose this car to be chased by the goons and I would be drifting the wheels to avoid bullets coming from my enemies. Oh well, talking about day-dreaming. haha

3. Pearl Earrings.
They said wearing one would be bad luck for single ladies, this would only make their love life miserable. Well, if that's the case, I don't care, I still want my pearl earrings. Regardless of its size, it gives any casual clothing a formal touch. Being elegant without overdoing it.

4. Stars
I have a very weird interest with stars. I really do not know why. Maybe I am just engrossed with stories about it, the one about shooting stars, and stuff.

5. Violin
I am a frustrated virtuoso. I used to play this wooden instrument but i finally gave up on it. Aside from the time constraints that i have in juggling both my academic and co-curricular activities, this instrument entails a lot of practice. By brushing the bow on the strings of this instrument, I get to listen to priceless music. The music brought by the violin is very soothing. Veering away from its beauty, this instrument makes my neck hurt like hell. It has been 5 years since the last time I touched a violin but this wouldn't change my perception about it being elegant.

I never said NO to my friends when I NEEDED to

It was a bleak day, the surrounding is damp and you can see from the faces of the students that they would rather spend the day in bed sleeping instead of attending their classes.

It was a very tiring day for me and my friends because of the requirements that we have to do for our thesis. What a way to spend Monday, isn't it? I am supposed to go home early but then i realized that it's a very cold day and it would be a waste to go home when everyone's in SJ conversing some random stuffs. Yes, I stayed here at Taft until 9PM.

I could have said N-O. But I didn't. At least I had a good time catching up with my friends.

I never felt this tired in my whole life!!!!!!!!!!!!

THis is the most tiring day of my life!!!!
We just finished doing some pre-final preparations for FTK (refer to my previous post).
I only had 30 mins of sleep from last night. We went to school at 4am to give final touches to the venue and to talk through the certain mechanics together with other marshals.

My back pain, shoulder pain, and leg pain were doubled. I couldn't even walk through the stairs because of the muscle pain. but in the end, all those pains only remind of the good things that we have done to lighten up the burden of children with disabilities, and that is something which money cannot really pay.
In the end, after all our hardworks, we were able to get through the day and the activity was realy good all in all. A lot were able to reach out for children with special needs. At least I am proud to be part of it.

I never knew that coloring the soccer field with white lines is fun

we went to school today in preparation for the FOR-THE-KIDS. It is an annual event brought by COSCA to give the students a chance to mingle with children with disabilities through a mini olympic.

we prepared the soccer field and drew some lines on its soil and grass for the marathon. Since we cannot use permanent paint on it, we just used powder-- i dont really know what the components by which that powder was made of, but i was certain there is some kind of a cement stuff that makes our hair frizzy after too much exposure.

In the end, I earned myself a back pain, leg cramps, and damaged skin after finishing half of the whole soccer field. It was quite an experience :)

I never thought celebrating my birthday is fun!

I don't really know how it feels like to celebrate my real birthday. I was born on January 2, just a day after the New Year's day. Because of that, I was never given the privilege to actually celebrate my birthday on January 2. Nobody sings me a "happy birthday to you" since i was 7 years old. I never received a gift on my actual birthday. My birthday celebration is usually merged with the New Year's eve. Because of that, we don't go outside for another celebration and just eat what's left with the latter. It's very frustrating!!! Try to imagine my agony when nobody gives me a present during my birthday since people usually give those together with my christmas gift! In other words, my birthday is just another day in the calendar, and all that there is to enjoy is the fact that the sun decided to shine.. and nothing else :|

But now, my friends surprised me with a box of donuts and they sang the Birthday song! Though it's a little bit late, at least, they have tried to acknowledge the fact that i HAVE a birthday! I was really happy. My other friend gave me a book entitled "Her Fearful Symmetry", a book I have always wanted to buy but its price can really make you think twice! Oh well! I'm really happy. :)

I never felt any sweat (eleclit)

This is the day for our cardigans and long lost jackets to be used again. I never thought I can still wear my black cardigan, aside from the fact that Philippines is a tropical country, cardigans are not for a daily clothing.

The only regret that i had today is the thought that i could have worn a different type of outfit. I could have tried wearing my most forsaken thick clothes that were given to me by my relatives who flocked away from United States just to give me those clothes which i don't have any idea as to where i can wear them. We can never tell, maybe after this day we wouldn't experience winter wonderland again and go back to the 562362374282 degree Celsius temperature. sigh :|

I never thought reminiscing would be fun (eleclit)

We were eating lunch in KFC when suddenly me and my friends jump into a senseless conversation. We started talking about how our college life has been so fast, blah blah, blah... we suddenly realized that 2 years have gone by. And after this term, we will be graduating ( i hope, thesis, oh thesis).

It's really fun to reminisce. If we are going to judge which year is the best, well, we arrived at a consensus that our last year is so far the best year. During our frosh years we really do not care about anything but "recess","class dismissal" and going home "early" as in, after the bell rang we would pack our things up and ride the fastest transpo that we can lay our eyes on and straight off to our most beloved houses. Second year is the year for... well honestly, this year does not make much impact on me. Yes, really. The only thing fun in this year is our freedom from our block!!! With all the dramas and the "i-will-miss-you-guys-after-we-are-deblocked" farewells, all of those are just nothing but.. nothing, just nothing. Who would ever want to be stocked in a block without the freedom of making your own sched? Who would want to be looked down by higher batches? Who would want to receive a sarcastic response when upperclassmen hear the word "frosh"? Oh well, the thing I am most thankful for during this year is the fact that I am not a frosh anymore! HAHA! My last year, which is third year, is so far the best. I gained a lot of friends, been in a lot of petty fights (yeah, so high school) and most importantly, we knew how to balnace"social life", "org life", and "academic life". And of course, we knew how it feels like to die with a slow and painful death---I am not talking about suicide, I'm talking about THESIS, though honestly, the two sounds the same to me. Ohhhh I love being nostalgic.

I never loved eating bananas not until today

If I would be described using Snow White's Seven Dwarfs, my friends would most probably identify me as Bashful, not because I am timid or shy, but because I blush a lot and it's something I couldn't really avoid.

I used to love the idea of blushing, not everyone is capable of having rosy cheeks without putting too much make-up.And trying to think of it, this one is natural! But after realizing how much I blush everyday, I learned to hate it. I blush profusely during class recitations, when i get nervous, when i get surprised, when i get embarrassed--or in other words, when my heartbeat raises from its normal state to almost crazy phase. My friends could actually tell what i feel because they can see it through my face. They say my face looks like an over-ripe tomato. The privilege of hiding my emotions--one of the perks that the homo sapiens are capable of doing--does not really apply in my case. The sense of privacy is jeopardized. Anyone can read my face, I cannot be mysterious because everyone can see how i feel with just a split second!

Because of that, I have decided to eat bananas. Yes, bananas!! This wonderful fruit contains potassium that can regulate the heartbeat and can reduce stress. It contains "something" (which name really escapes me)that uplifts the mood of a person causing him/her to feel happy. Because of that, I started and ended my day eating bananas while walking along the long stretch of SJ walk. Good thing Z2 is selling loads of bananas either turon or just banana.

Now, when a person or event that suddenly poofs out toward my direction that might cause my heart to beat gazillion times, I would be armed with a banana to regulate my heartbeat instantly! Sounds silly, but who cares? Eating bananas while walking is actually fun.