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December 30. Two days before the year turns, a thing I never thought would happen again happened. 

We talked for almost an hour (no, it's just actually me who did most of the talking. haha). 

But yeah, everything's a lot different now- a huge space is now separating us, I am eating food on my own, we frequently look at our mobile phones, texting once in a while and we don't have stories to laugh our hearts with. 

Gladly, there are things that still remain the same, like when he said he feels cold and when he asked  if I feel the same, I said "no", then he said: "cause you're fat!" and we both smiled at it. And when I asked him about his family, their annual reunion that I've attended a Christmas ago, he answered me as if I am still part of that family.

Then he asked me if I am still mad at him, I didn't know what to answer but I knew deep in my heart that remembering everything that he did to me still brings a tinge of pain in me, the memories are just too great to be easily forgotten, and the wound  is just too deep to be easily healed. And when we parted, he sent me a text message saying that he hopes for us to be really okay.

I really didn't thought it would happen again. That it's just the two of us, talking about how we're doing but this time as individual persons, as brother and sister under one organization, as the high school friends we once were, as the eagle scout talking to a rover scout under him.

So much has changed, and hopefully it's all for the better. :)

Comeback

So I am typing this post two days before Halloween. Weird. I don't know why for the many times I have tried to write a new entry to this inactive part of the blogosphere, it's just today that I finally hit the "New Post button"on my blog's dashboard. So I'd like to write about a lot of things but I don't really know where to start or how to start. Well, if you were brought here by accident, thank you. Haha.

So if you're reading my previous "I-was-cheated-on-by-my-boyfriend" posts, thank you for wasting your precious time reading my sentiments. LOL. 

Yeah, after months of hiatus, I finally had the courage to open this account again, go through old blog posts about us, about school, my rants and raves, about the old me. I changed a lot, and there were times I felt like I want to step back, times when I just want to run away from all the pain, times when I could no longer bear the sight of seeing him again and realizing that "hey, I was the person you used to love, can't we get another chance?".....but those times were the very same times that I stayed where I am-although I felt my knees shaking, my heart throbbing and my eyes in tears, I stayed.

The whole experience brought out the person that has long been missed by her friends, the person who always laugh the loudest, the person who always crack corny jokes- the person I thought I had lost in trying to please someone- me. 

I felt like I was a shattered glass-broken into pieces, fragile, weak.

Yet, there must be someone who would gather all the pieces and fix it again, or at the very least try to make something out of those broken pieces so that people would avoid getting wounded by the mess of the shattered glass. 

And I have my wonderful, crazy and cool buddies, advisers and the best parents to thank for rebuilding my life, for always reminding me that there are better things in life, for pushing me to my limits, for saying to me that there's more to life than a four-year relationship with your first boyfriend..that for sure, it would hurt..but all the pain would be gone eventually..that it's about time I reflect on myself, to explore things beyond the world that I knew and to start anew.

Six months have passed. I don't know where I am going.. all I know is that my knees are strong enough to move forward, my eyes are clear enough to see the roads I must take and that I am ever ready to embrace each day as a gift from my Creator. 

I know this is nonsense, so a huge thank you for taking time to read. Hehe.

Have a good day everyone! 

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Sabi nila, para makalimutan mo ang isang bagay, kailangan mo munang tanggapin ito ng buong-buo. Gaya ng malubhang sakit o kamatayan o kahit ang simpleng pag-lisan ng mga taong inakala mo na makakasama mo habang buhay kung kailan mahal na mahal mo na sila.

At para matanggap mo ng buong-buo, kailangan mong ilabas lahat bago ito magsilakbo at sumabog sa dibdib mo. Isang pangyayari na  nag-udyok sa akin na tumigil pansamantala sa pagsusulat upang hindi na makasakit pa, pero yung pangyayaring din yun ang nag-udyok sa akin para subukan muling sumulat.

Apat na taon at anim na buwan. 

Parang sila Basha at Popoy sa One More Chance. 

Hanggang ngayon hindi ko alam ang totoong dahilan kung bakit nga ba kinailangang matapos ng isang samahan na inakala kong pang-habambuhay na. Kahit man lang sana yung pagkakaibigan manatili, pero huli na ang lahat- masyado ng masakit, masyado ng malalim ang sugat para gamutin, masyado ng malala ang pasong natamo ko. Nakakatakot ng sumubok ulit.

At ang pinakamasakit dun, kumapit ako habang siya naka-bitiw na pala, at hanggang ngayon, ganun pa din yung sakit. Kahit gaano kadaming alak ang inumin ko, kahit gaano kadaming yosi ang hithitin ko, kahit gaano kaganda ang mga ngiti ko, kahit gaano ko subukan na ipakita sa mga tao na masaya ako at kaya ko...kapag mag-isa na ako at walang ibang nakakakita, ang sakit sakit pa din, lumuluha pa din ako, umaasa pa din ako na kahit magkausap man lang kami, na kahit minsan lang bumalik kami sa mga lugar na pinuntahan namin, na kahit minsan lang bumalik yung dati... 

Pero hindi na. Wala na. Wala na akong babalikan, wala ng ibabalik pa. Lahat ay niluma na ng panahon, maaaring nandun pa ang lugar, pero iyon na lang ang nananatili doon.

Wala na. 

Redemption

I will write again.

I will bring back this blog to life.

..in time.

I will. I have to. 

Nakakainis na.

Ayaw ko kayong patulan.

 Alam ko binabasa mo ang blog ko. Ito lang ang mga bagay na masasabi ko sa inyo:

1. Hindi ko kailangang manira ng tao para lang makuha ko ang simpatiya nila.

2. Hindi ko din ginagamit ang Facebook account ko para lang patamaan kayo. Wag kasing masyadong guilty!

3. Wala akong balak sayangin ang oras ko sa pagpapanggap gaya ng ginagawa niyo.

4. Hindi ako nabubuhay sa mundo para i-please ang lahat ng tao, kung ayaw niyo sa akin, wag na kayong makipag-plastikan pa.

5.Hindi ako nakikipagparamihan ng kakampi kaya tigilan mo na yung panggagaya mo sa akin! Hahaha.

6. Pinagdadasal pa din kita. Kayo. 

7. Hindi ako masamang tao, nagkataon lang na nagkamali kayo ng taong pinili niyong saktan.

8. May direksyon na ang buhay ko ngayon, sana kayo din.

9. Tumigil na kayo sa pagtatago. Alam na ng buong mundo ang totoo, kayo na lang ang hindi umaamin.

10. Hindi sa bibig ko nanggagaling  lahat ng nalalaman ko tungkol sa inyo, kaya wag mong sabihing "sinisiraan" ko kayo.

11. Ito na ang una at huling beses na gagamitin ko ang blog ko para sa mga ganitong bagay.

12. Sana huwag mangyari sa mga magiging anak niyo yung ginawa niyo sa akin.

13. Wag kayong masyadong defensive.

14. Wag  mandamay ng ibang tao sa kagaguhan nyo. Gagawa ng kalokohan tapos pag nahuli, maninisi ng iba. Syeet.

15. FO na tayo. Asa ka pa?!

A love story

He is 19. She is 17. They got married last Sunday.

I was heart-broken, yet I had to attend a wedding of a family friend and witness a  union of love.

He was small, I didn't even thought that he was the groom when I first entered the hall. He looked like more of a high school student attending his first JS Promenade. He asks a glass of water every now and then.

She was dressed in a beautiful gown, trying to hide her five-month old baby inside her. Her make-up smudged probably by the heat inside the room.

The entourage started and everyone looked at them. They look like little kids playing the "Wedding Booth" in school. But it was real. This is a wedding. This marks the start of a journey of a lifetime.

The pastor started the ceremony. They were tied with a veil and a cord, and finally joined by a ring. The new chapter of their lives was sealed with a kiss. They are now one. 

He sang her a song and she blushed. They must be in-love. But I felt at that moment, they are not ready. 

I felt fear. 

I fear of being married someday. 

It's not easy leaving what you have lived for all these years and starting all over again. It's not easy taking care of someone else when you cannot even take care of yourself at all times. It's not easy being away from your parents. 

After the break-up, I told my friends that I don't want to fall in love again. They raised eyebrows and asked me to just finish the bottle of Red Horse.

Witnessing their wedding, I realized one thing: 

Life is too short. 

And sometimes, our decisions makes it shorter. That while we have the liberty to do what we want with our lives, we have to think of the consequences of our actions. Regrets are inevitable, but we can always use them to learn lessons that will hopefully make us better persons.

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I would like to apologize for not updating my blog, for the loss of tales about Manang and other somehow funny stuff that I used to write here. I just don't want to disappoint you guys with my unending sentiments about something that do not deserve a space here. Haha. Anyway, I don't have intentions to tell the whole world about what I am going through, but it's really, really tough. I chose to contain them on my Facebook account, and I'll try to be back the soonest time possible. Enjoy. Smile. Love Life. :)

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It's never the tears that measure the pain...

...it's the smile we fake to show others we're okay.

                                                        -Anonymous

Flores de Maria

Sa mga probinsya, kadalasang dinaraos ang Flores de Maria/ Flores de Mayo/ Santacruzan tuwing Mayo- isang Katolikong selebrasyon at pagpupugay sa Birheng Maria sa pagbuhos ng ulan at pagbuka ng mga bulaklak matapos ang mahabang tagtuyot . 

Ilang Santacruzan na ang napanood ko dito sa barrio namin, pero kahit minsan, wala sa deskripsyon ng Flores de Mayo ang tumugma sa mga santacruzan na ginagawa dito.

Noong bata ako, dalawang beses naging kasali sa sagala ang ditse ko, noong bata siya at noong binata dalaga siya bilang si Reyna Sheba. Hindi ko ma-appreciate ang santacruzan noon, bukod sa gumagastos ang ermats ko sa pagbili ng daylight na isasabit sa balantok ng ditse ko eh dyaheng magbuhat ng balantok ng ditse mo habang tinitingnan ka ng crush mo na Constantino.

Subalit sa kabila nito, nagsaliksik ako kung bakit nga ba ginagawa itong malaking pagkakagastusan na'to. Bongga naman pala ang fiestang ito dahil ayon sa deskripsyon na ibinigay ng iba't-ibang libro at website, punong-puno daw ng bulaklak ang mga balantok o bisikleta para sa mga bata, magaganda at isinasabuhay ng mga napiling dilag ang kanilang inirerepresinta at gayundin si Maria, ang mga damit nila ay hindi nirerentahan sa Polly's Gown ang Barong Rentals kundi sinasadyang ipatahi upang bumagay sa mga katauhang inirerepresenta nila gaya ng mga Reyna, may mga bitbit silang kung anu-ano gaya ng krus, anchor at pulang puso, at hindi pamaypay na abaniko, karton o sopdrinks.

Katatapos lang ng sagala dito, sa totoo lang- hindi ko matatawag na isang selebrasyon o pagbibigay pugay sa Birheng Maria ang naganap na sagala dito sa amin-maingay ang mga tao hindi dahil nag-no-nobena sila o kumakanta ng Ave Maria kundi dahil nagsisigawan sa tuwing nababatak yung mga daylight, umiinom ng sopdrinks ang mga reyna, naka-coat ang tie ang mga konsorte, wala sa tono ang mosiko, at higit sa lahat-walang bulaklak!

Hindi bale, kapag ako na ang kapitana dito siguradong bongga na ang santacruzan. CHAR!

P.S.: Walang mga litrato dahil sa sobrang bilis maglakad ng mga sagala e hindi kakayanin ng shutter speed ng gigicam namin. 
Kung nais mo ding malaman kung tunay na Santacruzan ba ang nagaganap sa barangay niyo, dumalaw dito. :)

Fourteen

Paunawa: Lubhang ma-emong post, maaring i-click ang x-button sa itaas. :))

Naramdaman mo na ba na parang wala ng spark 'yung relationship mo sa isang tao? Oo, mahal mo siya pero hindi ka na masaya. Oo, mahal mo siya pero hindi mo na kayang tanggapin lahat ng ginagawa niya-parang sila Popoy at Basha sa One More Chance, pero ayaw mo pa din bumigay, naniniwala ka pa din na isang phase lang 'to ng relasyon niyo na kaya niyong pagdaanan at pagkatapos noon, okay na ulit ang lahat.

Naramdaman mo na ba yung sobrang kasiyahan mo kinabukasan magiging kalungkutan -walang pahintulot, walang babala-biglaan.

Nagugulahan ako, ayokong bumigay pero sa tuwing nakikita ko siya, nalulungkot ako, nalulungkot ako dahil baka ako ang maging dahilan ng pagsisi niya sa huli, nalulungkot ako na hindi niya nagagawa ang mga bagay na gusto nyang gawin dahil ayaw kong pumayag, nalulungkot ako dahil natatakot ako na ang maging kapalit ng kalayaan niya na gawin lahat ng gusto niya ang ang kalayaan niya mula sa akin. 

Pero 'diba sabi naman nila, kung kayo, kayo. Kung hindi, hindi. May mga taong sadyang ibinigay sa atin upang turuan tayong magmahal, lumuha, magalit, tumawa, maglambing, maging mga tao na ni sa hinagap ay hindi natin inakalang magiging tayo- at sa oras na natuto na tayo, matatapos na ang kanilang misyon at iiwan nila tayong nakatayo sa sarili nating mga paa-malakas, hindi mabubuwal at mas mabuting mga tao.

Pero ang masakit doon hindi nila tayo tinuruang maging handa sa oras na lilisan na sila....

Nagugulahan ako, pero iisang bagay lang ang alam kong malinaw- hindi ko pa kayang maiwan, hindi ko pa kayang bumigay-parang bisyo, kahit alam mong nakamamatay, sadyang mahirap tigilan-hanggang hindi pa iniinda ng katawan mo ang lahat ng sakit-sige pa din.

Pasensya na sa ka-dramahan, nasipa ng kabayong pula e. 

Green Force

Noong mga unang araw ng kampanya, dilaw ako pero ewan ko ba, bigla na lang ako napaisip nung mga nakaraang araw, ginalugad ang internet tungkol sa mga plataporma ng bawat kandidato, nanood ng iba't-ibang debate sa YouTube hanggang sa naglaban ang dilaw at luntian sa isip ko. Sa mismong eleksyon na lang ako magdedesisyon- sabi ko, impulsive talaga ako e. 

First time voter ako kaya naman hayaan niyo nang ipagmayabang ko na nakaboto na ako sa kauna-unahang automated election ng Pilipinas kong mahal. Hindi gaya ng karamihan na inabot ng tatlo o apat na oras sa pilahan, no sweat ang pagboto naming pamilya, madalang kasi ang tao sa presinto namin kumpara sa ibang presinto. Mababait din ang mga BEI, teachers at PPCRV volunteers na nasa paaralan.

Maraming reklamo tungkol sa PCOS machine, pero gaya ni austenfan, at ire-reblog ko ulit (wala din akong intensyong mang-away) na hindi ang PCOS machine mismo ang may problema, kadalasan ang mga taong gumagamit nito ang wala talagang sapat na kaalaman sa ganung klase ng makina. 

Wala naman sigurong masama sa mga problema sa automated elections, unang beses pa lang po ito ginagawa sa ating bansa- at ang totoo, karamihan talaga sa mga Pilipino,ay takot sa kompyuter o minsan lang sa buhay nila naka-tipa ng keyboard, PCOS machine pa kaya na kinakain bigla-bigla 'yung papel mo at may lalabas na mensahe sa screen? 

Patuloy na lang tayong magdasal, mag-matyag na magiging matagumpay, malinis at mapayapa ang ating eleksyon at kung sinuman ang manalo, suportahan na lamang natin sila. :)

*****
Green Force= Jamby  (HAHA. JOKE LANG.SULONG G1BO ako. :))

Si Manang

Ito ay hindi tungkol sa Araw ng mga Ina. Kailangan ko lang talagang ibulalas ang mga sentimyento ko kay Manang, ang aming plantsadora. Kasalukuyan siyang namamlantsa ngayon sa likod ko, ewan ko kung nababasa niya 'to pero wala akong pakielam.

Mag-iisang taon na ang nakalipas nang magsimulang mamlantsa si Manang. Maliit siya, maitim, mahaba ang buhok, at ayon sa kanya kuwarenta anyos pa lamang siya, pero sa hitsura niya mukhang mas matanda pa siya sa kay ermat na singkwenta anyos na.

Unang pagtatagpo pa lang namin ni Manang, hindi na kami agad nagkasundo, paano naman sinunog niya ang kuwelyo ng uniporme kong kulay penk- at hanggang ngayon ay idine-deny nya pa ito- eh sino nga makakasunog nun, ako??

Kinalumutan ko na 'yung hindi magandang simula ng pagsasama namin hanggang sa isang araw habang humahagikgik ako sa harap ng kompyuter, salamat mga jejemon at sa blog ng TNL, e bigla niya akong inistorbo: "Kuwan, kumuha ka nga ng hanger." wika niya, "Sige" sagot ko naman, at tsaka ko tinuloy ang paghagikgik ko-papalakas, kahit hindi na totoo para inisin siya.

Hindi pa doon natatpos ang lahat, bukod sa pag-uutos niya sa mga amo niya, nang minsang umalis sila ermat at erpat e akong mag-isa lang ang naiwan sa bahay. Alas onse ako nagising, dumiretso sa kompyuter at natagpuan ko syang malapit nang matapos sa trabaho niya.

Nang matapos siya, umupo sya sa upuan, habang ako utong-uto sa paglalaro ng Farmville. "Kuwan, uuwi na ako" sabi nya, "Sige po" sabi ko naman.

Hindi sya gumalaw, isa,dalawa, tatlong minuto ang lumipas, nakaupo pa din siya, nilingon ko sya sa likod at nagsalubong ang aming mga mata. "Hindi ho ba kayo binigyan nila mama?" tanong ko sa kanya, umiling sya. 

Tayo ako sa upuan at pumunta sa kwarto nila ermats, halughog, bukas cabinet, bukas bag, akyat sa tuktok ng cabinet- walang pera. Masakit man sa loob ko, pumunta ako sa kwarto namin, hinagilap ang bag ko at hinalungkat kung may pera pa ako- may P 250 pa ako, itinabi ko yung isandaan- pambili ko ng bagong panty.

Lumabas ako at mabigat sa loob na iniabot ang P150 sa kanya, tsaka ako mabilis na tumalikod para hindi na sya makapag-reklamo pero bago ko pa man magawa 'to, umapela na siya, kulang daw, tinanong ko kung magkano ba binibigay sa kanya "P 250"  with matching paawa at pagod na pagod na mukha.

Mahina ako sa mga taong paawa, baka nga maiyak pa ako kapag hindi ko sila nabibigyan ng limos e.
Kaya naman imbes na muli ay pag-tripan ko siya, nagpasya na lang akong bumalik sa kwarto at kunin yung isandaan-babay bagong panty. Binigay ko sa kanya at umalis na sya, ako naiwan sa bahay mag-isa.

Mag-isa na nga wala pang pera. Langya,

Kung may nakakainis na encounters ako kay Manang, meron namang nakakatuwa.

Nung minsan na umalis na naman sila ermat at erpat, ako na naman ang naiwan. Kagigising ko lang noon e, siguro akala ni Manang siya lang ang tao sa bahay noon, kaya naman napagpasyahan niyang mag-yosi break, oo yosi break- at panis ang Marlboro, Fortune at Champion sa yosi niya-  Magkaibigan ang hinhits niya. 

Nang abutan ko siya na nakaupo, nakataas ang isang paa sa silya at humi-hits ng Magkaibigan, balik ako agad sa kwarto, nagpatugtog ng Fire Burning on the Dance Floor at tsaka humagalpak sa kakatawa. 

Walang katulad ang lola mo. Kaya naman hanggang ngayon kahit marami na syang damit na nasusunog at sa akin niya inirereklamo ang mga mantsa sa damit na pinaplantsa niya na tila ba matatanggal ko ang mga pesteng mantsa na 'yun e, pinababalik pa din sya ni ermats (isama  na din ng pag-eextra rice at pag-eextra ulam niya tuwing tanghalian), wala daw kasing ibang ikinabubuhay. 

Kaya naman matagal-tagal pa ang mga adbentyurs namin ni Manang. Tsk Tsk.

Confused.

Hindi ko alam kung paano ko sisimulan 'tong post na 'to, Mother's Day pa naman bukas. :(

Ganito kasi yun e, may problema sa pamilya niya yung isang kaibigan ko, tapos sa'kin niya sinasabi lahat ng nararamdaman niya-lahat ng anger niya sa pamilya niya, like pag nagka-pera siya lalayas siya tapos di na siya magpapakita. 

Pero ang pinakanakakatakot dun is that he's telling me na ang pinakamadaling paraan lang naman daw para matapos ang problema niya is to end his life-since doon din naman daw tayo pupunta lahat. 

I asked him kung kaya niya bang iwan yung mga taong nagmamahal sa kanya? Sabi niya hindi naman daw lahat magpapa-apekto kapag nawala siya- and that death is a natural process that we would all go through eventually.

Sinubukan ko na lahat para hindi sulsulan yung mga sinasabi niya, naging careful ako sa pagbibitaw ng salita kasi nga hindi naman ako yung nagdadaan sa pinagdadaanan niya. Sinabi ko din na kausapin niya yung mga magulang niya para sabihin yung totoo nyang nararamdaman sa set-up ng pamilya nila-pero wala din, hindi naman daw sya pakikinggan ng mga magulang niya,.

Kaya hindi ko na talaga alam gagawin ko. Hayyy.

 Ano pa ba pwede kong gawin??

Blog Review: It's Not Always About Me

What caught my attention the first time I stumbled upon this blog is the unique header that says: "It's not always about me.. but most of the time it is".

Its pink, purple and white color combinations are really cute and very girly. It has a three-column template with lots of navigations to choose from, including different contests, blog groups, money-making sites and other colorful, cute and fancy badges from some of the most-read blogs in the internet.

This blog is written and maintained by Miss Yuuki, and will be celebrating its first blog anniversary this month!

It also contains a first-hand article about the newest internet experience that will surely take the world by storm. Aside from that, Yuuki helps other bloggers by making reviews of other blogs and giving relevant informations to the readers. It is also an interactive blog where readers can make comments on the posts and via the chatbox.

 

This is a blog review entry for Yuuki’s TwinBlogversary Contest.

Blog Review: The Drama Queen

Living up to its tagline: Addicted to Asian Dramas, the Drama Queen, a site maintained by a fellow blogger Yuuki is dedicated in giving you all things Asian especially the hottest actors and actresses that captured our hearts in the series like Meteor Garden, Boys Over Flowers, Hot Shot among many others.

Who would ever forget the heart-breaking moment of San Cai and Dao Ming Ze in Meteor Garden, and of course the Meteor Necklace that girls like me wished to received from our crushes or boyfies. :)

The Drama Queen is not just about Asian Dramas, but it also provides visitors relevant links may it be from earning money online, accessing beautiful and interesting blogs just like the Drama Queen. Furthermore, it provides various intensive featured blog posts about health products relevant to the society. 

Moreover, it is also an earth-friendly blog since it uses black as its main background color so less energy is used everytime you visit the blog. The blog and red combination of the over-all look of the blog makes it so dramatic or even emo, again, living up to its titile, the Drama Queen.

So the next time you blog-hop or just want to have a good time reading articles about your favorite Koreanovelas and characters, just click The Drama Queen!

This is a blog review entry for Yuuki’s TwinBlogversary Contest.

The blogosphere goes social

I've been blogging since 2008, and I must admit that sometimes I find blogging boring and I want to shut down my blog, but then again when I blog-hop, I find blogs that I find very interesting including the persons behind it. So to make things more exciting for my world wide web adventure, I joined a new group of bloggers who shares the same interest, and I encourage you to be one of us too! :)

Calling all bloggers who want to gain friends in the blogosphere and build links at the same time –  BC Bloggers 3 is now open.  To join just visit Mommy Diary, read the requirements, and fill out the Application Form.

Having a blogoversary with prizes? Now that's cool.

I have seen a LOT of blogs on the world wide web through blog-hopping until I come across with this blog, and eventually found out that the blog will be celebrating its anniversary with a big bash! 


That's why I blogged it here and hope that you could join too! There's nothing to lose, and besides, it is free, fun and it has über-cool prizes in store for the winners. Just don't forget to add in your entry that I am your referrer. Thanks and Happy blogging!

What is YTBC?
YTBC stands for Yuuki's Twin Blogversary Contest. It is a month-long contest in celebration of her blogs' anniversary

So, are you ready? Here are the mechanics for the contest:

A.. Blog about the contest – 50 pts

B. Add the contest banner on your blog side bar – 50 pts

C. Write a blog review on It’s Not Always About Me – 100 pts

D. Write a blog review on Drama Queen – 100 points

E. Write a blog review on any of the Contest Sponsor’s blog – 100 points

F. Comment on any of my blog’s May post/ article – 10 points

G. Be the first to comment on any of the sponsor’s May post/ article– 10 points

H. Follow my blogs thru Google connect – 50 points

I. Subscribe to my blogs’ feeds – 100 points

J. Refer a friend on the contest – 50 points

Special Notes:

* For those with multiple blogs, you can do items A to D on all your blogs with full credits (but use one name/ email add)

* Contest Sponsors gets 100 points top-up

* To qualify for the Raffle Prize, you must have a minimum of 500 points (contestants can have more raffle tickets depending on her total points, e.g total points = 1100 is equivalent to 2 raffle tickets)

1st YTBC (Yuuki’s Twin Blogversary Contest)

Come and join us, as we celebrateIt’s Not Always About ME andDrama Queen turns 1 this May2010!

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and the winner is... (the top 5 political ads-for me. ü)

1. Nakaligo ka na ba sa dagat ng basura?



Manny Villar's political campaign ad that started it all. I must admit, na-LSS din ako sa kanta, pero habang tumatagal ay nakakairita na!

2. Jamby Madrigal's semi-horror TVC



Try mo kaya panuorin 'to ng gabing-gabi at ikaw na lang ang gising sa bahay niyo, kaloka ang background music 'teh! Kamusta naman ang pag-iikutan nila, anu yun bilug-bilug-bilugan, asaynment-asaynment, suntukan?



3. TG Guingona at ang crocodile




Naloka ako sa kawawang crocodile na ito. Yun lang!




4. Lito Osmena swims for Senate



Hindi ko ma-gets yung paglangoy niya sa dagat, parang nakakaloko lang a.



5. Manong Johnny



Napaka-old school ng steps sa sayaw ni Manong Johnny, kasing tanda ng mga talents sa TVC niya, at syempre ni Manong Johnny.

TSS

I love summer.

I love being with him.

I love the way he holds my hand while walking.

I love the way he put his hand on my lap during a bus ride home.

I love the way he put my head on his shoulders when I feel sleepy.

I love the way he makes sure I got home safe.

I love the way he makes me laugh.

I love the way people think that  we are not an ordinary bunch of teenagers crazily in love with each other.

I love the way he say "NOO!" when people ask him if he wants to get married soon.

I love the way he picture his dreams-with me.

That despite being childish most of the times, he constantly reminds me to take one day at a time, to see things positively and to be myself and enjoy every little bit of it-good or bad. And when my hormones raged, when I messed up, he's not afraid to tell me upfront what is wrong with me- a thing many people around me cannot do, just because they are intimidated.

Even when people stereotyped me as the "know-it-all-girl-who-didn't-graduate-on-time" and "the-girl-everybody-hates-because-_________", he stayed with me, wiped my tears and asked me to do just one thing: smile.

That's just beyond sweet, my labs. :)

Jeepney

Summer class.

Para sa akin, ito ang parte ng buhay ko na pinaka-nae-enjoy ko.

Walang stress. Walang pressure. Fast-paced. May thrill.

Hindi nakakasawa.

Alas onse y medya tapos ng klase ko, ihahatid namin si BattleHopper sa headquarters ng sekyu, tapos sasakay kami ng jeep pauwi ng Talavera at Cabanatuan. Tipikal na araw, mainit, nakaka-antok, nakakainip ang biyahe.

Nilabas ko ang pringles coin purse ko para magbayad, sa sobrang antok siguro, nakalimutan ko siguro na ilagay sa bag yung purse, nakababa na kami ng jeep nung naalala ko na hindi ko na pala hawak yung purse ko. 

Sa kabila ng matinding sikat ng araw, isa lang ang naisip ko, habulin yung jeep na sinakyan namin. Papalabas pa lang ako sa kalsada nang makita ko na umaatras yung jeep na sinakyan namin. Hawak ng isang mama yung purse ko at tinanong kung sa akin daw ba 'yon.  "Thank You Po" na lang ang nasabi ko sa mga pasaheros ng jeep na nasakyan namin.

Tatlong beses akong nawalan ng cellphone, lahat hindi ko nakuha lahat. Simula noon, naniwala na ako na kapag may naiwala o na-misplace ka sa isang pampublikong lugar, wag mo ng asahang bumalik pa ito sa'yo. 

Pero binago ng nangyari sa akin ang paniniwala kong iyon. 

Kung nagkataon lang na mabait yung mamang nakapulot, hindi ko alam. Ang mahalaga ngayon, napatunayan ko na ang kabutihan ay hindi regalo o talento, makagagawa tayo ngg kabutihan sa kapwa natin kung pipiliin nating maging mabuti.

Dear Facebook.....

... I am starting to dislike you.

It's not you, it's me. Do you remember those good old times when I would spend 12 hours straight taking freakin' quizzes, saying what I feel through my status message, playing Pet Society, Poker, Cafe World and Farmville so I could rank first among my friends and chat with my friends without having to log-in at my YM?

For many months, my life revolved around you, I even starved myself for almost 2 months so I could buy a Globe Tattoo broadband and continue leveling-up and lose weight at the same time. You made me so happy everytime I receive an award from one of my games and publish it to my wall. 

I guees I grew tired of it, it felt like it was becoming a mere routine, nothing really special anymore- and I hate it.

I hate routines.

I hate seeing the same thing everyday. 

At first I thought I could not get over you, but when our "neighbors" stole the only telephone line in our street, I survived almost three weeks of not sitting for 12 straight hours in front of the computer, talking to "friends" using my fingers and tilling my farm.

When I got back, you've changed a lot. Almost everything posted by my friends are now on the news feed every time I log-on. You're starting to become like Friendster for me- uninteresting.

I told you, it's not you, it's me.

You made me realize that it is time to go back to basics. 

When we  lost the telephone line, I got the rare chance to bond with my sisters, my niece and nephew, my mom and dad and my bestfriend. We played Tumblin' Monkeys, Badminton and shared stories in our room, in the comfortable hammocks under mango tree outside the house and in front of the dining table.

Yes, technology has created ways to improve our existence, but in the end, it still depend on us  if technology is a boon or bane because it is as good as the persons utilizing it. 

Finally!

I finally had my first customized lay-out. Haha.

Thanks a lot to w3schools.com for the tutorials.

Photobucket for the images and Blogger for the template. :)

I so love my new lay-out. I hope this will last despite my fickle-mindedness. Haha.

Pa-girl naman ako ngayon kaya pink at purple ang ang colors. Haha.

At least nagmukhang malinis na. ;)

Oh, I missed blogging a lot!

Alas singko.

Kinumbinsi ko ang sarili kong bumangon at maligo.

Nanalo ang antok at binalot ang sarili sa kumot.

Alas singko y medya.

Bumangon at naligo.

Nagtagal sa banyo sa pagbabasa ng magasin.

Alas sais.

Lumabas ng banyo.

Kumain.

Nakipag-daldalan.

Alas siyete na.

Alas siyete ang pasok.

Isang oras ang biyahe.

Nanood ng pelikulang Vantage Point sa keybol.

Alas otso y medya.

pupungas-pungas na sumakay sa dyip.

Hikab.

Hikab.

Trapik.

Mainit.

Hikab.

Pikit.

Nagising sa "Mayor Jimmy I. Domingo" to the tune of "Nobody".

Na-bad trip.

Inilipat ng drayber sa ibang jeep.

Todo na ang pagka-bad trip!

Pikit.

Hinto.

Pikit.

Hinto.

Hinto kahit saan kahit walang pasahero.

Alas nuwebe y medya.

Bumaba ng jeep.

Naunahan ng prof.

Hindi na pumasok.

First day of school.

Walang kwenta.

I woke up to the sound of my phone's message alert tone. A friend sent me a text message announcing her completion of the requirements leading to the degree of Bachelor of Science in Nursing.

Yeah, most of my high school buddies will be registered nurses soon, they'll have jobs, earn their own incomes, buy what they want to, help their parents and finally achieve their dreams.

I got up, took a bath and went to school to finish all the requirements needed, and saw my supposed "batch-mates" reviewing their narrative reports, getting ready for their graduation pictorial and all that.

Looking back, being a teacher was not what I really wanted, I wanted to be a writer or something else related in media and mass relations. But then again, my parents didn't let me shift courses and transfer schools.

I knew I wouldn't graduate on time.

But seeing my their pictures during the proudest moment of their lives yet made me feel sad. For a moment (well, up to this time), I felt a deep sense of regret for all those days that slipped through my hands, for all those semesters I slacked off, for all those subjects I did not take seriously simply because I hate the teacher, for all those subjects that I was too afraid to enroll because of my pessimism- and I know I just can't take it back.

The truth is, I never imagined I would feel this way- I never imagined I would envy my high school buddies clad in their togas, smiling their hearts out with their parents, culminating their two decade life as students and getting ready to face life with their diplomas.

At the same time, I couldn't get any prouder and happier. They finally surpassed college! They did it! They are now one step closer to their dreams.

Four years ago, we were the saddest persons in the world after graduating from high school and knowing that college would not be easy without each other, and here they are now, they made it and I know they are really, really happy.

Two more semesters to go.

I know it'll be worth it. Life does not have to end just because I was not able to graduate on time, maybe God has other plans for me, or maybe that's the way it's supposed to be.

Congratulations Batch 2010!

MASAKIT SA MATA

Grabe.

Aayusin ko din 'tong blog na 'to balang araw. Haha.

Pasensya na sa mga matang naningkit.

Dirty, Little Secret

This day, I've proven that I suck at interviews.


I wanted to ask the panelist the question, "Can I just write my answers?".


But then again, I think interviews are much better way to say what you mean and mean what you say.


I don't care whatever the results will be, haha. I just said the truth, I am not image-conscious anyway. (see IMMATURITY)



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Whatever happened to CLSU politics this year?
It sucks- more than I do.


A College Student Council president impeached, saying

"at least wala na tayong binabayaran ngayon!"

OMFG. I want to shave this man's head to pieces!


And yet another exclusive story right from the University Supreme Student Council, the chairperson and vice chair-person were asked by the whole USSC to resign from office or be impeached due to negligence of duty and malversation of funds.


It couldn't get any worse than this.


Is this what they tag as student empowerment? or the more famous

catalyst for change?


Perhaps it is, only for the worse.

Kung bakit nakakawalang-gana bumoto.....

..Oo, alam ko maraming magagalit o magre-react.

Relak lang.

Alam mo yung pakiramdam na wala kang mapili sa mga kakandidato?


Lalo na dito sa Nueva Ecija. Malamang kung merong iba pang kakandidatong gobernador, siya ang iboboto ko.

Andun na nagsisiraan sila na parang walang mga pinag-aralan. Attorney ba kamo? Doktor ba kamo?

Sus.

Andun na pinalayas ng kasalukuyang pinuno ang isang student organization mula sa aming pamantasan sa kalagitnaan ng paggawa ng isang community service sa isang lugar dahil pilit niyang pinapabango ang pangalan ng kinabibilangan niyang organisasyon.


Meron pa ngang magkaka-dugo, magkaka-laman at kung anu-ano pa na nagsisraan para sa kapangyarihan. Tapos magtataka tayo kung bakit hindi tayo umuunlad?

Ewan ko. Ang gulo ng utak ko.

Wala pa naman voter's ID ko.

May ilang araw pa para luminaw ang malabnaw kong utak.

Long Live!

Got up early today for an activity.

Soaked up in the sun like I used to 10 long years ago.

Met new friends and had fun, fun, fun!

Got myself to sweat like I never sweated before at the grasses of university oval.

Played basketball with my special someone even if it meant losing big time.

Felt like a child again-at least for this day.

Thank you for this wonderful day, my dear brothers and sisters. ;-)

You guys continuously inspire me to change for the better,
to always think about the people around before me,
to always strive to do good,
to enjoy life,
to laugh out loud,
to take one day at a time,
and to discover and do things I never thought I would.

Long Live Alpha Phi Epsilon.

Thank you for showing the real meaning of camaraderie, Alpha Sigmans/Sigma Alphans and Alpha Phi Omegans!

tumbled at tumblr.

So finally after months of spying through various tumblr accounts, I signed up for an account, wala lang. Pauso lang. Hehe. I just think that I can relate to those people through their works

But this will still stay as my main blog (cheers!). ;-)

Have a good day everyone!

P.S. It's Alpha Lambda Chapter's 20th Anniversary at CLSU !

(Kampai!)

WTF!

Deym.

My lay-out got messed-up.

And now I'm just too lazy to fix it again!

Ahwww.

Lesson learned: Wag makialam sa bagay na hindi mo naman alam!

Huhuhu.

When you are feeling down....

just listen to Hillsongs!

..it'll make you feel a lot better.

Thank you, Jesus.

BAM!

feeling not so happy lately.. uhmmm.
:-(.

Ilang bagay na natutunan ko sa SUC III Olympics.

SUC III Olympics- State Universities and Colleges in Region III Olympics

Hindi, hindi ako atleta, coach o ano pa man na may kinalaman sa isports, pero isa ako sa mga mamamahayag na kabilang sa publikasyon para sa buong SUC III olympics.

Masaya sana dahil bakasyon engrande ng isang linggo, pero pinili kong tanggapin ang trabaho hindi dahil sa gusto ko lang magkaroon ng dahilan sa hindi ko pago-observe sa Field Study subject ko pero dahil "once in a lifetime" ang pagkakataong gaya nito.

Hindi ko na inisip ang tutulugan ko sa isang linggo o kung may kaibigan ba akong makakasama sa pagtili at pagpipigil sa emosyon ko sa tuwing natatalo ang CLSU sa mga laro. Sa halip, inisip ko na lang na ito ang GUSTO kong gawin. Ito ang kaya kong gawin at ito ang magagawa ko para sa pamantasan ko.

Bukod pa dito, nabalitaan ko kasi na makakasama namin sa pagtatravaho ang mga bigatin sa larangan ng pagsusulat sa aming pamantasan, bihira lamang na makaka-trabaho mo sila, kaya bakit naman ako tatanggi dito diba?

Likas akong inggitera, kaya tuwing may ganitong okasyon, naiinggit ako sa mga atleta na suot-suot ang makukulay at bagong-bagong mga "jersey", jacket at sapatos nila, naisip ko, bakit hindi ako kailan man nahilig sa isports?

Habang pinapanood ko silang maglakad mula main gate hanggang sa oval, naisip ko na naman: it couldn't get any bongga than this!". At tunay nga naman na bonggang bongga ang naging simula ng palaro dahil sa fireworks display noong gabi, tila bawat isa'y bumalik sa pagkabata at hindi napigilan ang sarili sa pagsasabi ng "HUWAW!" tuwing magsasabog ng liwanang ang mga paputok, at isa ako sa mga iyon!

Field reporter ako.

Naalala ko tuloy noong bagong salta ako sa CLSU Collegian, intramural games noon sa CLSU at sa opisina kami natulog para makaabot sa parada at makapag-cover ng opening program, pero sa huli, nauna din sa amin ang parada at sumunod kami sa banda habang suot namin ang t-shirt namin.

Swimming ang event na ci-nover ko noon, nagpaalam ako sa Educator (pahayagan namin sa kolehiyo) na sa Kule ako magsusulat, maswerte ako dahil pumayag naman sila. Mahirap maging field reported kung wala kang kakapalan ng mukha na kausapin at harapin ang pagalit ng mga game supervisors sa pangungulit mo sa kanila tuwing hihiramin mo ang records ng mga natapos na event-isang bagay na natutunan ko sa CLSU Collegian na hinding-hindi ko malilimutan.

Gusto ko sana na volleyball o basketball ang i-cover ko, para sa grandstand lang ako, nakaupo habang hinihintay na matapos ang mga laro at kausapin ang game supervisor, pero naunahan ako kaya football na lang kako, bukod sa wolleyball, basketball, badminton at taekwondo, isa ang football sa mga larong masarap panuorin at punong-puno ng emosyon na gustong gusto ko naman dahil ma-drama akong nilalang. Haha.

O siya, heto ang ilang bagay na hindi ko malilimutan ngayong SUC III olympics.

1.Kahit ilang taon kang manalo, kung nandadaya ka naman, mauubos ang RESPETO ng tao sa'yo!
(ehem!)

2. Malamang ay hihilingin ko na palaging may presswork lalo pa't walang maliw ang pagkain, kape at libreng wi-fi connection! Aba, masarap ata magtrabaho kapag ganun!

3. Bilang miymebro ng media, dapat ay hindi ka bias, pero minsan dahil sa kapipigil ng emosyon mo, bigla ka na lang mapapatili kapag naka-goal ang team ng eskwelahan niyo at mahihiya ka sa katabi mong mabait na game supervisor, at mula noon ay hindi mo na siya malapitan sa sobrang hiya!

4. Huwag na huwag makikipag-away sa iniirog mo dahil lang hindi kayo magkita o magkasama kahit nasa iisang lugar kayo, lalo pa kung atleta siya at maaga silang natalo sa laro kung ayaw mong magkaroon kayo ng giyera!

5. Kung inaakala mo na okay na okay na ang artikulong ipapasa mo sa mga editors mo, maling-mali ka dahil mahaba-habang pag-aayos pa pala ang dapat gawin.

6. Huwag kang magrereklamo sa lasa ng pagkain lalo pa't hindi ka naman nagbayad!

at higit sa lahat,

muli kaming nagka-sama-sama at nag-bonding ng mga dati kong ka-batak sa CLSU Collegian!
na-miss ko kayo, grabeh!

Siya, 'yan na muna.

Wag na wag kayong magbubulsa ng bato at buhangin ha!

Ag biag ti ASCOT, BASC, BPSU, CLSU, DHVTSU, PAC, PMMA, PhilSCA, NEUST, RMTU, TCA at TSU!