Krizzia's Public Diary

Where do I write?

2009-09-26T01:00:00.002+08:00

I don't want to write this on a paper.
It's just that I miss that someone.

I don't want to see him face to face.
It's just that I miss that someone.

I don't want to hit those keypads.
It's just that I miss that someone.

I don't want to fly above and see him.
It's just that I miss that someone.

I don't want to smile.
I don't want to laugh.
I don't want to cry.
I don't want to argue.
If it's not with that someone.

National Music Competition for Young Artists

2009-08-22T13:21:00.003+08:00

Ok. Before I die or get an Alzheimer's, I'd want to share and treasure this wonderful experience.
(I'll make this story longer later~I have to do something first and I'm quite a busy person now) I just came home from Lourdes college without a heavy regret. We did our best, sang our hearts out, dedicated our music to the Lord. And those things made us fulfilled. Even though our opportunity to compete in Manila was gone, friendships and bonds will still linger.

Anywhow, another thing that I really liked in the competition was the Rondalla groups. Oh~ how I really miss performing with my bandurya :( How I wish I could play it again. :(

The Title isn't Relevant Enough

2009-07-07T01:05:00.004+08:00

This is a usual thing to do. Staying up late has been my hobby, or well at least, my past time. Unavoidably, my eyes have always been loyal to my body. This sensation isn't for good and I need to bear the foul-smelling Stresstabs. But I don't really have to.

The Database is unnecessary to my life. Since it's definition has not yet lingered into my very awesome, rotting, memory bank. But I very well know how it could affect sites. And how it could have killed me without you knowing it.

My image on Plurk, I wouldn't want to change. Since Plurk just exposes my bearable diseases. On the other hand, Blogspot is more revealing. It somehow unfolds the other me. You wouldn't notice that if you haven't still analyzed some of my shared thoughts hiding someplace in there. Anyway, i'd want it junked now, since it doesn't serve me well.

This is my last resort; my disturbed typing mastery implemented. I know this is not a game-winners and losers are not my type. I just want the 'not'. Furthermore, life has been great. But one hella thing I'm sure about: I'm in deepest shit.

-pasted from Friendster Blogs

2009-05-26T07:49:00.003+08:00

You see, I haven't blogged for ages. Due to my hectic schedule, I have considered hiatus on writing/blogging. Well, there are heaps of things I'd want to share but.... (I guess I don't have to expain why) Yes so here goes my update for today:

-I accidentally clicked on a site where this conceited guy shares his 'wonderful' pieces of advice on girls, love, and sex. Yes, it was not my business to criticize his thoughts but I simply couldn't help but think he was nuts. Totally nuts. You wouldn't want to read his ultra-detailed stories.

-While riding in a motorela, I have always thought that , "do the motorela drivers really want this work?", "do they drive just to serve the people?", "do they do that for adventure-new places, new people?", "do they enjoy their smiles and their laughs with the konduktors?"do they really love their job?",or "do they simply do that for a living?". After thinking about those stuff, someday, just for once, I'd want to be a motorela driver.

2009-05-16T01:07:00.002+08:00

This is a quick post.

I want to post so many things here but still, I haven't got enough time.
Well to update myself about my life, I will be one of the hosts for tomorrow's Physics Fair. Some may have already known me to have this tendency of talking like a Miss Universe contestant when feeling tense~good luck to me. So Physics-related. Anyhow, I will really find a time (or someday, I will) to update my Deviantart, Blogspot, Friendster, Facebook, and Plurk. I have got some ideas in my mind; some layouts; and some blahs.

I'd like to share my happiness today:

A high grade on our English Term Paper.

Are you in thermal equilibrium? + Code B-3

2009-04-25T20:28:00.003+08:00

It's been a while since I last updated this public diary of mine. To tell you, I'd want to share so many things here but since I am as busy as a bee (or probably more than that), I'd have to temporarily store them in my little memory. For now, this is all I got.

I got accepted as a Junior Photographer for the school's soon-to-be-launched new website. I was amazed when our boss told us that we'd have that unexpected compensation.
I've gained a lot of friends from our workshops.
I don't think I looked good during our photoshoot. Sweat and all.
I want to join that contest. Because I have a great idea. But I don't have great time.
I need to study my tail off on that Thermodynamics course.
I hunger for reading books.
I badly need to practice the guitar. I still have 7 sessions left at Yamaha.
I've been dancing again. I have lots of sessions.
I irritatingly need to do stuff for that demanding teacher. I should not say his name because this is public.
Lastly, I badly don't know how to fit 1-9 in my sched.



Talk about karmas, why do people always worry about them? When there are A LOT MORE things to worry about? 

Paulo Coelho's New Book and etcetera

2009-04-16T20:44:00.002+08:00

for now, I am just so happy for the book has been finally released here in Philippines! WEE!

MORE UPDATES LATER. *busy mode*

When love vanishes but still lingers

2009-04-10T17:23:00.002+08:00

It is the smell of breath I'd want to preserve; the breath of your existence I would not want to let go.

But some things are just meant to happen. Controlling Earth's revolution is unimaginable; changing fate and destiny is absolute insanity. I have striven my very hardest to not let them devour all of me; but sometimes, I just couldn't help but give up-- opening a new path for them to take over my words and actions.

A human person is comprised of the unification of a body and soul; an inseparable ones I've forgotten to reunite. If that was to define my deepest love, I'd forever abandon the thought. I hope you know I have been fighting for the struggle; I've been the weakling-- the Trying Hard who always brings you up even if I couldn't carry things myself; the Proud who never wants to be the last but have always put you first; the Glutton who could be full just by seeing you eating; the Honest who would lie just to make things comfortable for you; the Spoiled Brat who wants everything but wants less when I'm with you; the Afraid who would be a martyr even if you wouldn't like her to be one; the Impatient who would learn patience for us to stay together. But still, the human person is just human.

I've entered the needle's hole innumerable times; the times when you were not even able to notice my existence; the times when you were away; the times when I just wanted to see with you, and when all I wanted was to be with you.

In silencio, I've kept my feelings. Still, in silencio, I'll wait.
I love you for who you are; I still and I always will.

Marked

2009-04-08T19:36:00.002+08:00

'Twas when the hour hand of a grandfather's clock, an alarm clock, a cuckoo clock , a time clock, a wall clock, a floor clock, and all the clocks of the world had finally struck the critical midpoint of the device; the significant starting point of a new era; the unbearable aging of the young that coerced me to affront the mirror and in it, slap of the biggest reality had lingered. The day seemed familiar; an ordinary day perhaps it was. But it was my special day.

How would you define "special"? I couldn't really fathom what special is. But I have some kind of explication. Needless to say, can special be seen? Does it include beyond the extraordinary? A fast physical transformation, a heedless truth? A new plus to the age, an old ordinary facade? A surprise, but an expected one?

I'll admit I am in a state of confusion but I would gladly believe that special is something felt; something inexplicable surmounting the ordinary.

Photo Dump: More Updates on the Life of this Lady!

2009-03-28T14:03:00.011+08:00

FINALLY! My Confirmation Day! Thanks for the strawberry shortcake, Ninang Mian! :D

Gawd, I was not really expecting that someone would attend on my Confirmation Day as my Godparent. Apparently, I was too overwhelmed when I saw Mian came earlier than I. One Godparent! Yayy!! But not only her; minutes later Lorena and Jafe appeared! Thank you Guys!! They so love me! HAHA! Okay, so I now have people who will bother to give me gifts for Christmas !! Woo :D

I am one of the artists for this Kinaiyahan Photo Exhibit. Yes, that's my photo on that poster!

Some of my art exhibited ^_^

Dan, Josan, and I were asked to help to make Engineering's Journal. Whoa! So hectic sched we had!

Okay. We've had nothing to do. No Sir. No Physics Lab again.

It was an unusual day to see someone doing this in front of our dormitory. So I took a picture of this unique moment!

OOHH. Never in my life will I go back there again!!!! Damn that project! This photo was a fast shot taken because camera phones were strictly prohibited! You guess where this place is! You don't wanna guess!

That's my sister, Eunice. They visited me because they had been missing me. Haha. We ate lunch at Cafe Laguna.

Our preparation for Jessa's predebut photoshoot at eleven 50. Thankfully, we've got Lor to help us out in doing makeups! And we thank Lor for her super fabulous MAC stuff!

Jessa at E50

That's Sir Derek Bart Pimentel our Philo 15 teacher! And our Mini-Party! Haha!

Me and Jafe. The day when I met Hawwy Potter the Second.

My hair when short. Waah.

Now Jessa's Debut! :D

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Random Things ^_^

Drawn by Carvey. If you haven't noticed, it's me.

Slightly forgot Rubik's algorithms. Found this crumpled paper under my bed. Other photo: That's a present from Angelyn Khu, a precious bookmark with me as a model! hahaha! thanks much, An!

My Planner!

Kor's attempt to fake my ID.

I just love that Admit Slip. Just look at those numbers.

Sir Derek Bart's Autograph. Thanks Sir. This has been a great help to me to be much more inspired!

Ate's Iphone. *drools*. Right photo: School. Danilo Pangit and I

Sir Valdez. Discrete Math time. Logic stuff. My name otherwise my nickname, was misspelled. haha! Just don't mind the spelling! =p!

ME. Random.

Confessions of a Shopaholic Me: Money is not the Answer

2009-03-26T19:22:00.010+08:00

I could have finished this book in 3 hours if I hadn't been browsing over the internet blindly. I could have not wasted my precious time. Sigh. Very well, done reading the book! So happy to have read it, honestly. Got some face-slaps mind you!

I never thought that there was a Rebecca Bloomswood in Iligan City. Had I not read this book, I would have not probably discovered my other facade.  Horribly, I have to admit, I'm in her heels! And walking! As I was thoroughly reading the book and apparently reading between its lines, I've discovered that I've been so much like her. I haven't got some credit cards though; but I've got some of her actions, or habits I should say. From impulse buying to identifying brands (from head to feet) that a person wears-- all of these have also been my forte.

I hate to admit I am a Shopaholic. Like, I was never raised to be one. I was never born to be one. And I completely know that we are a simple family, living in a simple home, simple everything. On the other hand, I simply could not be simple. I am a fashionista of some kind; a never out-of-the-fashion girl. I've never left my getup that dreary. I've never listened to anyone's criticism on my outfits. I've always expressed my self through my styles. Sometimes, through brands.

I don't have a work or any sideline but I do have some funds if given any. The biggest problem is, the more I'd like to fill in my bank accounts, the more likely things drain out so easily. Like if I have some cash saved; the more I'm driven to spending.

I have a simple story. If you'd like to hear it more realistic, you can always pick up your phone and call me. You'd hear a much more better story. Best when told personally. Back to the story. I am always broke. As you can always hear from me, I have no money and I need to do an I-walk-to-school-everyday and all that. It is mainly because, I haven't any budget for any of those tempting stuff like new shirts, new movies, or any that would take everything off my pockets. I've got little money from my allowance since I have to pay for many extras. Not extras actually. I have to pay my other needs. Moreover, since I've got little finances, I could not be tempted to buy any stuff that I really like. What could I possibly buy with 50 pesos? Some apple tapes from Candy Corner that could just stay in your throat forever? Or not possibly buy, but it's just one taxi ride! Oh hell, but luckily, although I have been struggling a life like this (including I, as the fashionista must need some new attire or some) I've survived. On the other hand, If someone has given me a reward or something or an extra money like from my mother or father or sister, I always spend everything. And when everything's lost, I'd then realize that I should have saved the money and I would wish I never had that amount of money. Can you see the point? When I have not enough money, I could still survive, be happy, find things that are free, enjoy every little thing I have, anticipate and all. If I have a lot of money, obviously I'll be happy, I could buy what I want, spend it on my fashion blahs, have new flipflops and everything. But having more sometimes makes me think I should not wish for that. For I know, money could easily fade away. For I know, it would just teach me to give in to temptations. For I know, it would just teach me discontentment. For I know, It would just give me chances to be broke. For I know, money just don't give me true happiness.

Think twice

2009-03-24T14:11:00.004+08:00

Cheer up little girl, its summer!

But how can this teeny monster enjoy this season when she has to indulge herself into sleeping sessions instead of adventure-seeking ones?

You couldn't escape fate,Baby K. Or rather I should say, you couldn't escape an unwanted indigestion, could you?

From refrigerators, to stockrooms, to your neighbor's mini-store, I've been seeing you sweeping off every food they got and swallowing them all down into your disgraced stomach. But have you not realized your big organ has diminished into size? Very well, that is a great kind of news.

In your body system, speeding up metabolism has never been a problem. On the other hand, speeding up digestion is another thing to be dealt with. Looks like your stomach has had enough of carrying a 3-kilo combination of almonds, peanuts, 1 whole coconut juice, 3 bars of Snickers, and 1 100 Grand, huh?

As I always say, think twice before eating much rice =B
Believe in me, for you don't want your whole summer to be ruined, do you? Much <3

Hairstyles (WARNING: Ultra Vanity Content)

2009-03-16T23:03:00.005+08:00

The "Emo-Rockstar" Hairstyle

"Blackilocks"

"The Usual" Hairstyle

"Bangsy"

"Short Curly"

"Shorty"

"Wannabe-Gangsta" Pout Look

"Glowingly Yours"

"Usual Getup"

"Cute-wannabe"

"Formalish"

"J. Bangs"

"Long Hair"

"Half 'Em"

"Supa Fast No Care"

"Curly Tips"

"Curly All"

"Love the Hair"

"Simplicity"

"Randomness"

"Raker"

"Ready for a Mission"

"I've Got Nothin' to Do"

"Uh. Inexplicable"

"C.Hair"

"Shy Type"

"Die, Lifeless Doll"

"Innocent Eco Club Member"

"Dolly Folly"

"High-Schoolish"

"Lame Day"

"Big Curls"

"Combed Hair"

"Paramore Style They Say"

"Shower's Finished"

"Sweeper"

"Spider"

"Chun-Li, Failed"

"Frustrated Coconut Husk"

"School Bum"

"Play Time"

"Recent Summer Hairstyle"

Wee! Exams are finally over! I've had enough of them! Haha! Just kidding. Uh-huh! Recent Summer Hairstyle was it. The End of this little show! I posted this because I suddenly realized that I have had different hairstyles. Hope you'd get a clue on how I express myself through them.

Affliction

2009-03-12T15:50:00.005+08:00

Today, now, I am studying my freakin' butt off. Oh well it's Finals and I really have to give my freakin' best shot for the finale.

Furthermore, I've already finished three exams: Philosophy, Discrete Mathematics, and Religious Studies.

And of the and, Religious Studies is the latest one that I took. And it's the latest heart-pounding issue.

I was really expecting that I'd just be closing my eyes while answering the R.S. exam. But sadly, I was not able to do it since I could not fully comprehend the last part of the exam. The question was or the rather, the statement was: Jesus came to "Comfort the afflicted, and afflict the comfortable" Explain. The first thing that popped out from my mind was nothing. I did not know what the exact meaning of affliction was. And that made me a whole junk of a wordy ass. I was mentally off at that time; probably because of the mishmash of ideas that kept bugging my tiny cerebral realm. Nevertheless, I had this part of me that helped--my talent. My talent in making up fruitful words inking out from my G-tech pen.  (Oh and when I write on blogs or anywhere, I don't feel that I make sense but in question-and-answer stuff I do best, dunno why then) Guess my lucky charm also helped. I was continuing penning words that I didn't quite understand--thus I was able to fill in the lines that had bothered me previously(actually, I exceeded one line and I  deeply hope that my grade on that test would not be deducted because of that).

Hopefully my exam could raise my Partial Final Grade. I have a lesson learned again. False hopes could lead you to false everything.

Why can't I be addicted to saving

2009-03-03T16:43:00.007+08:00

After spending a 95-peso Mcdo Meal, I'd have to say that I am broke. Nevertheless, I can still live.

I am having a hard time picking a new book. Can you guys help me with this? I'm choosing between Junot Diaz's Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, Adeline Yen Mah's CC and the Secret Dragon Society, Young's The Shack,Murakami's (One of my faves) Blind Willow Sleeping Woman, or Paulo Coelho's(One of my faves too) Witch of Portobello.

Here are some points why I have been so confused on what to choose:

Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

-newly released book (at least latest than the others)
-pulitzer prize book
-nice back description/reviews
-probably it has some new lessons to learn
-new kind of book to me (since I always read from my fave authors)
-affordable

Chinese Cinderella and the Secret Dragon Society

-affordable
-limited stocks
-entertaining
-haven't read from A.Y.M's books yet
-quite interesting (from the description on the book's backpage), I think

The Shack

-newly released book
-have heard that it has had a life-impact on persons
-spiritually-related book (one of the things I love)
-might be useful to my life
-- not affordable

Blind Willow Sleeping Woman

-have hoped ever since that I'd really have this book
-written by my favorite author

Witch of Portobello

-nice frontcover
-affordable
-written by my favorite author
-has so many lessons

The thing that I am thinking now is that the books are not going to run.
Especially books from big-time writers, from my favorite writers~ thus, publishers are always ready to reproduce.
Now I really have to choose wisely.
And I haven't much high funds >.<

Please do tell me if you've already read some of my potential pasttimes and I'm begging you to give me a hint on what to read :D

P.S.

As I have been visiting the bookstore regularly, I am now almost done with Diary of a Wimpy Kid :Rodrick Rules. Haaaa! It has soo entertained me! I don't find the book stupid; but I find myself stupid seeing myself in that book! HAHA! Believe me, if you wanna forget your problems, try reading the book. It'll make you go nuts! (In my situation, I am that laughing-type of person)

P.P.S.
I was kinda frustrated when I saw that Brida already had a mass paperback version.
It was depressing. =(

My Birthday Meaning

2009-03-01T16:25:00.002+08:00

from an application on Facebook

whoa. I don't get what "Campy" exactly means. Is it vulgar or something? Eek. And it seems like my Personality Weakness is not that true.

Anyhow, most of the predictions are somehow true. blahs random functions.

Haah! I have my actual diary now. The "actual" diary means that I can physically write on it and do some art and everything. Well, I have been buying and receiving diaries; but this is the first time I'd love to use one of them. Haah! :D

P.S.

I haven't got so much time to update now (you can see that I have no blog on the V-day plus other occasions since I am very very busy).
Furthermore, I am now done with my Philosophy Final Paper! Hoorah! And still struggling to fix my XAMPP Server for ICS 22 and it's kinda killing me slowly! uh-huh uh-huh! I am quite excited for the summer but kinda not! Still haven't done my ICS projects! >.<

Detachment from an Attachment

2009-02-21T17:14:00.005+08:00

I was randomly writing again (or typing) :D

As a baby gently clings to his mother's shoulders;
So as I have long grasped a sickly twig.
I have hated my toes for they have betrayed me
But would I have known betrayal without trust?

If truth shall set me free,
How long shall I be waiting?
How long shall sorrow endure?

If there is cure in joyfulness, there is also a cure in pain
But how long will this pain heal me?

Speak to me of dusts
For I shall scatter;
I shall wander in the vast desert
Fathom the emptiness
Feel the balance

One thing an inverted intrepid would love to say:

We shall dwell in the eyes of Farewell
And linger in the heart of Memory

P. S.
Oh. Somebody sent his Ask to me ! (from my AskXang Ask Engine>>)

Q: What's the wrong? What's matter?
A: My understanding of your ask would be: The wrong is not the correct and matter, scientifically, is a substance that has space and has mass.

Did I get it right? Thanks for sending your ask!:D

2009-02-15T14:23:00.003+08:00

HAHAHAHAHA

How come same things happen twice? or even thrice?

Same magic inflicted on me? Or same indisputable curse?

Like a crumpled paper reused? Hoping that it could be straightened again? Have you not realized that creases still remain?

Today, an armoured weakling shall rise.

School Life

2009-02-12T22:00:00.002+08:00

is fun :D I love school!
PE Time (Soccer)
Photographer: Krizzia Demetilla

Hey duniechan! What was that pose for?

Soccer Boys

hahaha!! Optical Illusion?

Papajer: Emo Mode

Most Not Fake Smile Ever :D

Hello, Piolo!

Ton and Dan the Photographer

Aren't they cute together? Whoa. Sorry cross out together-- they're both taken. ^_^

Ekah-chan's Korean or Chinese? Haha!

Ton and Rod

Pose your TM pose, Kor! Look at Julian and Josan, they're posing like your fave pose!

hahaha! Look at em!

Random Nonsense About Me 1

2009-02-12T21:40:00.002+08:00

Random Nonsense About Me Number One:

I spend my free time on deciphering the lifelessness of the ceiling.So if you happen to see me doing some calculations above my head, then something's probably bugging me. To make this long story short, I am a weird person.

I wanna be

2009-02-06T20:04:00.002+08:00

a Musician. Who knows how to play the piano, clarinet, harp, violin, and a lot more. A musician who composes great melodies.
a Doctor. Imbued with values of compassion and professionalism-- a physician who involves in community service.
a Lawyer. It's a love to study things for your country.
a Philosopher. And become a great sage.
a Computer Professional. And a hacker ^_^
a Successful Entrepreneur.
a Photojournalist. (I'd like everyone to see what I see)
a Pro Fashion Photographer.
a Singer. (haha!) Nah, seriously =)
a Teacher. And experience happiness in torturing students yemen! Just Kidding! ^_^
a Baker. I'd love to learn how my favorite pastries are made. And find the reason why they are so delicious.
a Nun. You don't believe it, do you?
a Simple Student for now. And discover how I can make these things possible!

How great is the Lord for giving me this opportunity!

2009-02-05T21:48:00.002+08:00

I wished I was invisible.
I wished I was invulnerable.
I wished I was invincible.

It had fallen.

I was struggling to grasp one tiny droplet of it. Just one, I begged.
There I was, staring blankly at the crooked horizon, waiting for the vivid blending of colours.
But everything seemed to be in an indescribable monochrome.

Here's a message for you...So let me say these words...

Get your sword and stab it straight to my heart.

Ms. Busy

2009-02-05T20:22:00.004+08:00

So, midterm grades were finally released.
My other grades were unacceptable (but at least I passed all), *hint- alphabet situation* but at least I got an A in Philosophy of Man(not my major though). Weeee! So thankful to God!

Oh well life is that tough. I really have to strive harder for I have some goals I would really want to have. Blahs.

Anyhow, my busy life has got me that SO busy. I've got overflowing activities each day on my Daily Planner, my To-do list, my Things-to-do-today list. To help me schedule these pressure stuffs, I've got my assignment notebook, calendar w/notes, planner, and what-to-do-today list.

Here's a Sneak Peak to my busy-ness.

Read Philo articles. Beyond the many articles. Make an outline of each. Count how many hours you read. Put it on a stylish bookmark.
Study Philo thesis statements. Oral Final Exam coming up.
Study Jesus: His death and His passion.
Study Discrete Mathematics. Prepare for a 1-hour nosebleed exam.
Find out how to apply networking on our program in 1 week.
Study My SQL. Make more programs. Redo all ER diagrams on our papers. Redo the tables. Do Normalization.
Make a front cover design for our college's Journal.
Take pictures for the upcoming Ateneo Camera Club's Photo Exhibit. ( not that sure if I can pass on time).

Hahaha! I will reveal to you all that one of my code names is WiseGoddess! I joined FunTrivia last last month and that is my user name. Another addition to my geekiness! Gah. I was again resuming my trivia nerdiness( I was once a consistent top scorer on mIRC trivia channels).

Today's election is different. Now it's online, we can finally not bring with us ballpens and find a seat just to position ourselves in a panicky manner to fully see the list of candidates.Well anyhow, I'm not that prepared to vote.

I'm Blue

2009-02-01T17:05:00.003+08:00

I thought blue was an appetite suppressant. ( got some ideas, thanks to RD)

But 'twas a lie. My appetite has increased by more or less 50% when I changed my bedsheets to blue. False hopes. False findings.

Anyhow,my world revolves around blue now. Stress comes once in a lifetime but in my case, you don't want to know. But I don't need to suffer. What I should do know is to choose between stress is addictive or stress is a blessing. Trust despair or trust God.

Feels like blue is the other way around eh?
A depressant it is.

In Memoria of the Lost Moon

2009-01-30T21:37:00.012+08:00

Literally, you could utterly see my shadows. But figuratively, I could not dare say. My body forwards, but my mind suspends--on hiatus.

Distance has caused us flexibility. The way it extends-- makes us closer.
Space has caused us liberty. The way it accommodates-- makes us more well-equipped.
Time has caused us enjoyment. The way it ticks-- the more we could hear our heartbeats accurately.

Love has caused us nothing.

Have you ever marveled behind those inscrutable smiles?
Have you ever fathomed the limitations of a delightful physique?
Have you ever conquered an undeniable fear for the one you want to fight for?
Have you ever tried to fight?

I am a person who imperfectly knows how to be a human. And I could also deeply feel the sufferings of shattered glass-- that cuts through my flesh and my insides.

The saddest thing is, life has to go on.

I don't want to sound smart because I ain't. But my embellished thoughts have given me enough capability to help a man's dying soul and heart. Moreover, this task has been beyond the difficult than only that man could help himself.

How could he be free from that imprisonment? Only God knows. And if his acts start.

Gazing at the stars, I remember the memory of the lights. The lights that had once illuminated our darkest nights. You are a One-of-a-kind knight who calms the invulnerable witch.

It was a gamble. And it was worth it.

I am not a writer and I probably have no plans to become one. Because if I become one, what I'll write will be everything about you. Who would read those? You could be sure that I'd be one of the few.

"The light of a hundred stars does not equal the light of the moon"

2009-01-27T00:50:00.003+08:00

Perhaps it was my sweetest escape. And my bitter resort. Shattered pieces haven't anything to do with this~but broken solitude is the ultimate affliction. Now you're thousand miles away from me, beyond my reach. But the wind willingly blows my dusts to the one who is shielded by the infamous, Impassable Ego.

2009-01-23T21:00:00.007+08:00

You do not need to abandon things in order for you to pursue your dreams. But sometimes, you just have to.

The music of the night was a melancholy happiness. You would not really surmise that the chain of notes had been strongly bound. But one fact has still remained-- melody has not yet been produced.

As it has not lingered in me yet; I would not know my soul.

When you speak of pianissimo, you play with control, smoothness, and softness.
When you speak of pianissimo, you also speak of patience.
When you speak of pianissimo, you should feel pianissimo too.

Following your heart has been an old adage. But following your mind has been rotten, and an old cliche, too. However, the former has long prevailed in most of my experiences. Though for many times I had been trying to follow the latter; all else had been nothing.

So it was really the heart who rules yourself--if you would just let it. If you wouldn't, it's up to you to suffer. How many times have you had to disregard the sufferings of your heart? If you throw that question to me, I'd say, innumerable times. What did I get? Unsatisfied longing, unsuccessful decisions.

But one time I decided I'd follow my heart, regrets did not have a single touch on my thoughts. Because it was my own heart's decision.

That was what my heart wanted me to have. To where your heart is, there you will find your treasure.

So I found mine. And it has produced the music of my heart.

The Secret of Life is to fall seven times and to get up eight times

2009-01-21T19:03:00.007+08:00

Coincidence Day.

I was reading Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist once again. His words had been striking to me as well as they had also born my hopes.

In the book, I had met a man named Melchizedek, the King of Salem. Furthermore, when I was staring blankly at the ceiling of the Church, I heard the name one more time. Through the readings, I knew more about him; and that his name was from the Bible. How a great coincidence it was.

So it was then that I had counted how many coincidences had been passing by me on an ordinary day of my life.

Midterm Exams had ended. I admit, my performance was not that great and I honestly say that I did not do my best. However, what would matter most would be the Secret of Life.

Everything happens for a reason and a purpose. And my Purpose-Driven Life reading had finally ended. I had bought it 5 years ago; if I am not mistaken. That was the book I hardly had had the decision to buy.

I had been reading it over and over again for more or less five years; from the 1st chapter up to the chapter forgotten; and when my bookmark had been lost, I'd go back from the start.

Last last month, I had the decision and determination to spend my 40 days reading the book. This is it. I would say that this day would be one of the defining moments of my life because finally, those forty days had been meaningful to me. I had finally known what commitment was. Those days had been fulfilling; since everyday I had been anticipating for more pieces of advice that would greatly change my heart and for me that could repeatedly say, "Thy will be done". I had found success just by reading the book; for it had a lot of lessons we ought to know and purposes we need to realize.

I would also love say Congratulations to my best friend/enemy Jafe, who had finally discovered that she had been a scholar since 1st semester. She had not known it until she was asked to pay smaller amount again at the Finance office. So proud of you. You have been my inspiration.

I've been also dreaming of becoming a scholar. Seriously. I would love to have my parents so proud of me. I'd love them to pay lesser to ease their burdens. But they have been compassionate; they would not risk their child to experience pressure; they'd rather have bought nothing for themselves to fully pay my tuition and matriculation; rather than for me to do service for the school and bloat my brain nerves out.

I have been struggling to get higher grades. Not that my subjects are not that easy; another factor would be that I've been tempted to do nonsense things. Thankfully, I've been fortunate enough to have everything that a school kid needs. But it seems like I have not been using the blessings properly. I've really been a lazy kid. And I badly need to change myself.

Everytime I wanted to get into the Dean's List, I would face frustration. I get some high grades on some subjects; but the other some are not that bearable. Nevertheless, I would still stand up and fight.

COURAGE to conquer defeat.
That's what I really need.

A Tantamount to the Frame of My Mind

2009-01-18T16:55:00.010+08:00

The notepad has laid flat on screen. It has been known that there is nothing much to appreciate about its ordinary blandness.However, the incognito typist has found a favorable option which saves her from facing a great deal of dilemma. As she digs into her intricate thoughts, she has discovered things that could please her , preferably through its applicability. With its absence of complication, surely, one doesn't have to habituate herself in tinkering her considerable amount of produced-words. Superfluity of managers are not foreseen; for once again, it has been known to be simple. For some humorless beings, this may have been grotesque; but for her it has been the greatest work of science. Though we could see its lackluster guise, we also haven't any hint on what boon it could bequeath to us.

To embark into the realm of candor is not to beguile yourself from artlessness. Even supposing it has implanted on you those unimaginable thoughts; inescapable aspects have still remained. At the myriad of the rapid evolution of earthly manifestations, we invariably seek first an impressive facade. It has been a human instinct--to firstly scrutinize the outside attribute of a person. I may have misjudged; but seldom are the moments I could foretell that people do hasty speculations. It may have been a great help; but it doesn't seem to get us to the point.

The minute we have indulged ourselves into this extreme external aspersions; we have let ourselves enter into a ludicrous deception. Why do appearances always matter? Because we haven't any innuendo on matters of humble sensibility!

She has ended her scrutiny. From now on, there would be not a millisecond she'd fool herself. It would be displeasing if she'd act the same way as she was doing before.

Seven Things You'll Learn While Cleaning The Toilet Bowl

2009-01-17T14:00:00.008+08:00

Patience. Bear all those gross stuffs. (Be prepared. The cleaning requires tons of it).
Prayerfulness. You pray that all those bacteria and germs wouldn't harm your no-crease hands. You trust Him in everything that could possibly harm you at the time of doom in scrubbing the insides.
Determination. Every corner, every little part of the toilet bowl should be accurately brushed.
Thankfulness. That you become a toilet bowl adept even just for a day.
Contentment. A toilet bowl cleaner career is not that bad. It's much better than begging for a living.
Awareness. That your toilet bowl has a heart too. If it only had mouth to shout, it would release something you wouldn't dare think. Awareness that you should take much care of it. Awareness that all your learnings above would be for the betterment of you and your living. You'll never know.
Lastly, this number would be for your own learning while cleaning the toilet bowl. Try it. It's really something worthwile.

After you battled with all those bacteria and germs, and reflected much , you now have a squeaky clean bacteria-free (hopefully) toilet bowl and mind! A profound way of meditation, eh? Much challenging than other ways ,of course! Long live toilet bowls!

credits to Google for the pic

The humdrum of a lost sheep

2009-01-16T14:22:00.006+08:00

If you are able to ascend from this misery,
you'll be able to conquer life.

I am the opposite of intrepid. Though born on the day of great valor and bravery, I could not be called to belong to them. I could not be called a newborn heroine.

Likewise, I've been an implicitly hidden weakling.

And after all, you just see the facade of this infallible trait.

I have been struggling to achieve a precise organisation of my thoughts. That it has quite affected my everyday living; it has also infuriated my prosaic disease.

That this disease is not contagious; but it slowly kills me, bit by bit.

New Year's Resolutions

2009-01-02T21:38:00.001+08:00

Save. Serve. Share. Study.

Two Thousand and Nine

2008-12-31T14:45:00.006+08:00

I shall introduce you to Squeankie, the Lucky Ox. Some say that she is unlucky, but I say she isn't. She says hi to you! ^_^

As we welcome you to year two-thousand-and-nine , we shall first, give a lot of laughs! *lotsa laughs* to sweep off bad spirits. Get your piggy banks ready for tomorrow's going to be the day you should shake it and put hope in it that the year's gonna bless your little piggy a bit of flesh. Prepare every circles you have, for it has been believed that the shapes would give you more money--that they represent coins. Another belief of the polka dots and the fruits with circular shapes is--they would give you longer life.

My greatest weapon this new year would be our biggest kaldero. My belief is that if I bang one, I would annoy no one.A single sound of it could not penetrate to some ears immune to super loud triangles, sinturon ni hudas, and whatever those blasting things are. This would finally fulfill my dream of playing a gong.Well not really.

We hope that the fortune tellers would not ruin this coming year! We hope that they would tell lies because they always do!

Goodbye 2008.
Every year is a fruitful blessing. God has given us months, days, hours, and seconds to enjoy every bit of His greatest gift to us, the gift of life! He showers us every tiniest drop of His love. As we bid goodbye to the year with an infinity-last-digit, we shall also bid goodbye to our mistakes and welcome and embrace changes. We shall put our hope to 2009; for what was not done in the past year should be continued if good; should be ended if bad. I have met people whom I owe my life so much. For the experiences I have encountered; I shall cherish them and learn from them. I give my utmost thanks to those people I have shared moments with especially to those people who helped me change a lot. Your thoughts, your views will always be a part of me. My friends, and all of the people invovled in my existence are truly magnificent beings. Thanks for your kindness, appreciation, wisdom, jokes, thanks a lot for everything. I couldn't think of a word that would really describe you all because you guys are supers. May the Lord continue to shower blessings upon us; May his guidance continue to lead us to the light and defeat darkness; may His love penetrate in all of us that we may share it to all of the people and give the bestest solution of all evils. Love has conquered many battles; for it is the only thing that would prevail.

"I will continue, Oh my God to do all my actions for the love of you!" A Lasallian prayer I will never forget.

Your gift is the bestest of all. My family, my friends, your love. The experiences. My life. Your gift indeed. The talents you have given me; help me continue to share them with all my heart; help me use them to a greater purpose; help me see you in them, O Lord. Help those who are in need. In times of circumstances, we shall pass because you are with us. May you always lead us to speak right words and do right deeds. For those who are astray; may you help me Lord to bring them back to you. Me, too, Oh Lord, if I lose your path, I will just find you. You are the greatest of everything.

What is your prayer?

Belated Happy Rizal Day! I haven't had time to post something for him. I'll do it later anyhow.

La Salle Grand Alumni Homecoming

2008-12-29T23:00:00.005+08:00

We, greenbloods , had once again, come to hail our dearest founder, St. John Baptist de La Salle.
We, alumni had party! ^_^
Hahaha! Had great time with my friends from MSU-IIT, DLSU, De La Salle -CSB, ADMU, XU-ADC, Silliman, UP, Sanitarium
Great celebration, it was. Met Brother Dennis Magbanua, FSC again after a long long time! Missed my classmates and schoolmates much! Too bad I was the first one to go home haha! Didn't see the actual fireworks display(got tired after those walking and talking) . That was funny. Those were just from my cam. I have to get some of pics from others later.

Can't access deviantart again. Don't know why is it always like this. Maybe because of the bandwidth. I think I just have to wait til I get back to the dormitory and upload some of my artsy pics. Yooo! Can finally play the chorus(?) of Yiruma's River Flows in You. Aaand~~ in my progress of reading The Purpose Driven Life, haha! finally I'm halfway the book! *Cheers!* By the way, I just bought Paulo Coelho's Warrior of the Light book and it's kinda expensive. When I checked the site the price was not the same with what I bought. Yeah! Few more to complete my Paulo Coelho collection

Stars made my night the darkest

2008-12-26T22:13:00.008+08:00

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As I walk through a dimly-lit room, teensy illuminated by a soft light; it slowly flows in me as if it were to bring me back to life. As the light takes its time to explore my insides, my eyes are provided enough with much glow. As I look everywhere, I see much the language—the words are naturally clichés, but at this moment, these words are new. I am on the verge to set foot into this magical garden, where its only plant is nothing. With the sparkling fairy dusts that help to it, a tinkling, elegant music has played. Notes were faithfully communicating with each other to produce a lot of melodies. As I balance my toes, I hardly grasped on to something for support—for I know I am holding the hands of his—leading me to such mysterious steps –that each step we made, a colour, one by one, has emerged. As we completed an hour of what it seemed like a prom night; I awoke with a dream come true.

Tiny droplets fall down on us; winds softly blowing whistles. We hear the song of love, and we dance into it. The road was never dark; there have just been circular fluorescent-contained substances. We have the skies. And its all ours. It has been ours ever since we had put lock into our hands. We glance up, connect the stars, and find the constellations. Those have been the greatest game other than minesweeper, I realized. As we walk through the night; we have found a winding road that victory was never easy to achieve. Just by looking at the hourglass, we haven’t much time. I just have to break it; to not know that there has been not enough time. That has to be my choice.

A sweet, unforgettable reminiscence.

Picture copyright krizziademetillaⓒ

can finally play Yiruma's river flows in you ~~

Hohohoho~

2008-12-25T15:50:00.007+08:00

On the 25th of December, a couple is to have their baby to be born. A divine star illuminating the dark night; guiding the three magi traveling in their hope to see the birth of a Messiah. With their three gifts to be offered--gold, frankincense, and myrrh; they have finally arrived at the manger where Jesus has humbly lain on His mother's arms. This is the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ.

We are not really sure if this day is the exact day when Jesus was born. But it's in our faith that makes this story alive. But what is it that makes this day significant?

This day is indeed a celebration of the coming of our Savior. As we celebrate this, we are hoping for His second coming. In this day, we do not see what we receive, but we see the essence of giving, caring, and loving. We see hope in every light that stars shine upon us; we hear ringing of bells that reminds us of the music that has nourished our hearts; we devour the blessings that have been given to us--all of these we share and experience on this wonderful day.

my mother is a woman Santa Claus! haha! that's me and my sister! (just please don't look at my pyjamas)

I just love my mother's creativity! She made those beautiful golden decoration out of simple walis ting-tings!

Caught in the act! Greeting everyone on YM! hahaha! (nevermind those black things!=p)

Anyhow! Merry Merry Christmas to you all!! How's your Christmas been? If you ask me, I have a happy Christmas! Because I am given another chance to savor and experience this moment!
That this day itself is the bestest gift!^_^
I have received some material gifts that I haven't expected to have! And some text messages from persons I didn't expect that'd text me too!! Thank you guys!

My eldest sister and my father are not celebrating Christmas with us because of their work. And it's sad -_-

Kitty's Bollywood Party

Kitty's simple, unique, and elegant 18th birthday party!
Thanks for everything Kit!!!!
Stay pretty, smart, artistic, and corny!!hahaha! ^_^

more pictures on my friendster: http://www.friendster.com/krizziademetilla

Had it not been that our computer's bandwidth exceeded I would have uploaded some pictures on deviantart. That's life!

Homecoming's near!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hoping to see my lovely high school classmates and friends~~~

Why can't man be happy?

2008-12-20T17:41:00.006+08:00

Why Can’t Man Be Happy?

“So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” 2 Corinthians 34:18

Success. Money. Latest Gadgets. Newest Fashion Trends. Loyal Friends. Job Promotions.

Why can’t we be happy?

Attachment to worldly happiness may be one of the factors. Our minds have so much been set and influenced that we think we could be happier if we have more wealth, fame, and security; if we have more and more possessions. Our desire to crave for these things will eventually make us bored because we want newer, better, and bigger versions.

Man’s search for happiness is inevitable; for life continues as we conquer our journeys and seek fulfilment in our lives. If we know what our greater purpose in life is, we would forget what earthly possessions could offer; for these are just temporary—thus, they just give us temporary happiness. What we should focus now is on what will truly nourish our hearts for it to be flowed everywhere with happiness. We should focus on what would give our soul endless happiness.

There are some things that are walls that make us blind to know what our true happiness is. Materialism is one; another would be anger and resentment. If we never release them, our soul and hearts would have the heaviest luggage—hurts and pains would be always there and it would hinder us to open our system and swallow happiness. Fear to take risks is also one kind; for it keeps us from seeking life and become of what God intends us to be. It would hinder us to what God could offer to make us happy.

The undeniable truth—we will all die. All these possessions wouldn’t last that long. Why should we become too attached with them if we couldn’t bring them to eternity? We should revolve around God; we should take possession of God, for God alone can fill our hearts with fulfilment, satisfaction, and eternal happiness. Contentment wouldn’t be in our vocabulary if we have not put God into our lives. Knowing your main purpose here on Earth leads us to contentment which leads us to simplicity; simplicity that leads us to happiness; and happiness that leads us to God. And this drive to do your purpose could make us happier--for we will be prepared and seek more of these eternal things.

A fish would never be happy living on land, because it was made for water. An eagle could never feel satisfied if it wasn’t allowed to fly. Man will never be completely satisfied on earth because we are made by God for eternity. He has made eternity for us to be with Him. We are made for more. Not just for this transient existence on earth. We will have happy moments here on earth but it is nothing compared to what God has planned for us.

-My Religious Studies 20 assignment :D
(Got inspired~~ the Purpose Driven Life book has helped me a lot!

How does it feel when your love leaves you without even saying goodbye?

Another astounding novel from my favorite author, Paulo Coelho. A story of a rich and famous novelist who almost had everything---until his greatest love leaves and eventually becomes his Zahir, his obsession.

It is indeed worth the read!

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UPDATE:
I am home now. I have heard that there were bombings again. Not just it has ruined my vacation and I can't go out; but it took the lives of innocent beings. If you happen to see some of the videos on youtube, there you will see what the heartless people did. Why at this point? Why when Iligan's starting to rise up again?
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Anyhow, I will be attending Kitty's debut tomorrow. Happy Birthday Kit!!!

P.S. I wanna read By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept again!!!! anddd I just realized that I missed SRT(Silent Reading Time) so much! By the way, was that every friday? I'm quite sure that we had that once a week. No!! I so much miss high school! -_-

The rain cries with me

2008-12-15T02:22:00.001+08:00

The Rain cries with me.

Heavens know that my heart is crying. I sat down, letting my tears fall down on my uncontrollable hands.
They are keeping me warm. They are keeping me calm. But can they possibly nourish my heart?
Tiny droplets, I can hear falling. Innumerable pains, I can feel exalting.
Take me to the sky, I'll fly. Take me to the moon, I'll try.
To dance with you, is to dance with the most powerful energy--the energy of love.
I tried to avoid you, but I failed.
You are my memories. I want you to die, but I don't.

Rain, rain, do not come again.

Focus on what matters most

2008-12-13T18:47:00.006+08:00

12:59PM I decided to sleep.

I consider myself nocturnal. Or rather insomniac. Nights are like mornings to me. I wonder why people can manage to have peaceful and harmonius 'sleeps'.

Nights before this, I was wishing for a dreamless potion for I had been encountering horrifying nightmares, frightening dreams, and faceless people. As eerie it may seem, these inevitable happenings had somehow revealed to me lessons---lessons on how to be awake at these moments of circumstances.

1:05 I opened my eyes.

2:00 I woke up.

It dawned on me that my class had started 40 minutes ago. But I was deceived. And I wasn't able to attend that 4-hour session--and I know I had been awake.
That 1:05 was not a dream.

Opening your eyes doesn't always mean that it unveils to you the unimaginable reality.
Sometimes, you have to implant in your mind thoughts that sometimes what you see could deceive you--and these things happen at the most chaotic points in your life.

Frustrated as I was, I had tried to punish my self. And it has been ticking in me 'til now. I know myself that that unbearable punishing could slice every bit of my undying defenseless organ. Could I possibly escape this? Absolutely not. Again, I know this myself. Discernment was not my eager resort; it was the unavoidable way to reality. How long will this have to be here? Does it take a lifetime to finally finish this?
Perhaps God knows.

Knock on His doors. He will answer.
Can I not knock? Can I just enter?
Focus on what matters most.

What matters most is that you have the capability--you have the faith to put your hands and knock on God's doors. And that he will open it. You don't expect that it'll open; you just have the faith that it really will.
You have the faith to conquer reality.
You have the faith to pass through painful thorns.
You have the faith to see the shining sunlight after those eerie nights.
What matters most is ---you have the faith.

I'm glad my friends(blockmates) and I had a little bonding. Too bad I forgot to bring my camera; I could have taken pictures of that ultra bright moon emphasized on that dark gray sky. Silhouettes of the twigs had made it more dramatic to look at; and behind those, a rabbit was shiningly gazing down at us. We really had a great time staying at the center of the soccer field-- talking about certain things in life; doing my best and doing their best to be the most real friend a person could ever have.

I didn't know that last night's moon was the biggest full moon of the year. I have just read an article about it. As it had given its fullest light on that night; it had also given us brilliance to that signifant day. I also didn't know that the stars on the side of the moon were planets Jupiter and Venus. I know, we were really meant to be.

Xavier Days @ 75

2008-12-06T18:00:00.006+08:00

University Sim Card!!! (yayy!!!)

Fireworks Display! Too bad it didn't last that long :c

Opening

JIG (Jesuit Invitational Games) Yayy! Xavier!

ADMU Players!! O_O

Lorena, Irene, Jessa, Me, Jafe (Cheering for --?):D

Lights Everywhere!

Look at those tattoos! haha!

So it was my 2nd time to stroll around the campus on Xavier Days. It was not really my plan to stay for the fair. Actually, my original plan was to go home to Iligan immediately after my last class. My mind had changed so , I was there. I was not in regret that I had chosen to stay. I was able to watch basketball games (I've really been into watching basketball games since high school) which were battles among Ateneo schools; I had seen how our school beat those superstars! You know who they are! hahaha! *haha! I was there to cheer for both schools , and I was evil! haha! =p*; I was able to enjoy the lights that had somehow made me feel the spirit of Christmas; I was with my friends and we really had fun!! Sadly, we didn't get a chance to enter Horror Houses; since there were unending lines of people waiting for the moment of their heart palpitation.

My days are numbered

2008-12-06T16:07:00.003+08:00

I am not a writer. I am a typist.
I type fast, and my fingers can manage to do up to 80 words per minute.
Due to this madness, inconsistencies can be seen.
I am a reader and I am a learner.
I read slow, but I learn fast.
But sometimes, I read fast, and I learn too slow.
I am a human. And soon I'll die.
My days are numbered. And so are yours.

It is absolutely difficult to utter the word. It's even harder to succumb in accepting that it is indeed a part of our whole existence. If these things don't occur to you, then try to shout the most ignored word, DEATH.

Imagine that you were in the coffin and you can still see your loved ones. Beyond doubt, you would want to talk to them, hug, and kiss them. Probably say sorry and I love you to the ones you have left. The problem is, do you still have this moment? The chance that you can speak words, touch hands, and breathe? I guess that would be too and too late.

Think that everyday is gonna be your death day. Would that be easy?
Take risks and challenges.
Never leave regrets in your life.
Conquer your fears.
Fight battles.
Love and learn.
Live your life.
Life teaches you how to live it.

I believe that death is the beginning of life. When you are aware of death, you would know the true meaning of life. You will see every color, hear every sound, taste every sweetness, feel every gentleness, smell every purity of life that awaits you.

When I die, I would really be willing to donate every part of my body that is capable of providing to those who really need it. Especially my eyes. :)

2008-12-04T17:00:00.005+08:00

The Pilgrimage

The book tells about stories on how to battle life and have faith in it.
The book has taught me the way to deal with my enemies.
Read the book, it's really worth it.
Thousands of salute to Paulo Coelho! :)

NOW! The most awaited release of J.K Rowling's latest book! The Tales of Beedle the Bard ! :)

I was really thinking I would donate because it's Christmas...and this book arrived!
I was happy I had donated!! So you should really purchase now and donate!!

It's Giving Time!

2008-12-01T17:15:00.004+08:00

Two years had passed and it has not changed my view of Christmas.
Two years ago, was this simple memory captured. (With my tongue out). We were to do "caroling" in City Hospital for the people there to really feel the spirit of Christmas. Yes, we did practice, but my main role was to take pictures. As you can see, we had stuffed toys. They were for the pedia section; for the little babies and kids. Those stuffed toys had somehow made them smile; and each of the curves that formed on their mouths had somehow given us happiness. We had also wrapped some things for other patients in the hospital. We did carolings in few rooms, and I had noticed that there were people who were somehow happy to see us, and some were really struggling just to have made us feel that they were really happy. As I have said, I was the photographer. My job was the documentations section.

I had met different kinds of people. And heard different kinds of stories. I was really thankful that my former school had reach out programs. For we were taught things in life especially to be compassionate. We were also able to experience what it was to be with them. If you could see in the pictures, stories are really shown in those. I used my photojournalism skills; and in photojournalism, one picture tells everything in a story. I hope that you would see stories in those.

It has not changed my view of Christmas. Still, it's a time for sharing, loving, and caring for other people.

24 Days to go and it's Christmas time!!!!!
How would you spend your Christmas?

Speak not of any words for I shall perish; speak forth of nothing and I shall languish

2008-11-29T22:42:00.001+08:00

Step onto the diminuendo
I'll take you to my crescendo
Behold, the temperamental music
For you alone could swallow me into this multifarious unconsciousness

Seek my flesh;bury my bones
For my belief is I'll ascend
Take my hand,
Follow your mind
For another day you'll be just blind

Decrescendo, is it really like this?
Today you utter forte
Tomorrow you speak pianissimo
How could you not articulate mezzopiano?

Break the chains
Set me free
For I will fly
And dreams I will foresee

Morendo, morendo speaking sotto voce, this would utterly be an unacceptable acceptance

2008-11-29T11:39:00.003+08:00

Finally.

The movie is okay but I didn't like the effects that much (or it just didn't meet my expectations) .Well I am so much disappointed with the way Jacob looked like in the movie. I think again, it didn't meet my expectations. Anyhow, I love Edward Cullen. He's really really beautiful. But I love Carlisle more !!!!! He's the handsomest hahaha! :D

I have some pictures taken during our discrete math subject. And they're kinda funny. Sadly, I have to have a bluetooth device to pass it into my laptop. My sister's got one but she said she lost the installer cd. So hopefully, I could borrow to someone else. Hahaha. I'll give you some hints. My name was taken to be an example in our logic discussion! haha!

Chaos in Konoha and Cross Academy

2008-11-23T23:15:00.004+08:00

Click the pic above to read Vampire Knight 45

Naruto 425

Oh. Mangas are getting boring...All chaos..
(*wah due to the gap in my memory, I forgot to post this earlier heee*)

Can you see Kakashi's death near?
Can you see the Cross Academy's future?

2008-11-22T13:15:00.006+08:00

missing high school.. me and mach and some kids at the Corpus Christi Church

Kids having fun doing poses at Gawad Kalinga

Yeah! I just love 'em! Haha! I miss Gawad Kalinga!

*these pictures were taken by me when I was still in high school*

I am observant.

They say I’m a Chinese because I’m a hiker. Yes, indeed I am. Just a hiker, but not a Chinese. I do not really know if I have that blood but I’m pretty sure my heart’s pure Filipino. They say I need not to hike for the fair is only five pesos. I say I’m poor, so I need to walk from school to the dormitory. Yes, that’s one of my reasons. But they do not know that I walk for other motives.

Next to our school, or at the back of our school, lies the German Doctors’ Hospital. I often see Medicine students (from our school) there. But not really inside. I just see them passing by the gates. The sun may be active, stingy, and terror, but I enjoy receiving them all. As I have said, I am observant. I love to observe things, even to littlest scratches on the uniforms of my classmates to the tiniest creases on an old woman’s face. My path to the dormitory is like this: If I go back gate, I’ll be passing German Doctors’ Hospital, then Hall of Justice, the irritating people offering drug tests, then dormitory. When I pass the hospital, I see different kinds of people. One day, I’d seen an old man on a wheelchair with his expressionless face and with his expressionless family (I think). Another day, I had seen a man sitting like a frog outside the gate. I’ve been seeing people mostly with suffering faces—maybe because of financial needs, maybe because of their fear of loss of their beloved ones, maybe because they are losing hope, maybe because they don’t like the hospital , or maybe because of the heat that worries them. I do not know if that’s really the waiting area, but it has a TV placed on top of something that everybody could see. I really think it’s the waiting area. Because some people are lying on the benches sleeping. There were also callings of names (that sound like in malls, when there is paging or something), and sometimes I see seminars done by our school’s nursing students. In that waiting area, I observe many things. Different kinds of people-- some have rounded faces, others have square ones; some have golden teeth, others have no single tooth at all; some are wearing shiny shoes, some are wearing none at all; some have babies, others have oldies. But there is one thing in common among them. They have this on their faces, in their minds, and in their hearts that I can truly see. They see and feel the hospital as a disaster. A refuge that could possibly bring them to no good.

This afternoon I just saw a woman with her eyebrows coloured red. I seemed to use insight there, from what I have learned from our Philo class. First thing, I thought: should I laugh? Second thing: maybe the woman’s intention of having her eyebrows coloured red is not to joke. So what’s the point of me laughing? I’ve also been seeing street kids that I really want to help, but I think I’m not yet ready to. But when I see them, I imagine myself in their places. That I walk barefooted, that I carry my sisters with me, that I suffer seeing them hungry, and I suffer myself too, I shiver without clothes, I knock on cars’ glasses begging for a coin, that I see people disgusted of me.

When I get enough money, I promise, I’ll really help those who are in need. I will really help my country. I really want to serve my own people. I promise that to myself. And that promise has already started.

With all I do now, I think of the future. The future of the things I do, that it should help me, my family, my friends, and my country. I’m a goal-oriented person now, and all I am seeing now is everybody’s future happiness.

My memories of you will never fade

2008-11-21T17:58:00.004+08:00

We will miss you =c

The loss of your loved one would be the biggest pain.

Happiness emerged in me when my mother finally decided to fetch some puppies at my cousin's house. We searched for them in every holes, boxes--and we finally saw them in a covered place, where they playfully bite each other. When I saw a brown puppy I already had the feeling~ the feeling that from the start it had really belonged to me. I was in grade school at that time. I feed the puppy everyday and I tried hard to train her. I was teaching her with all my efforts just for her to know how to do high fives. I washed her everyday, we played everyday--we were like best pals. Up to high school, we had still been best friends but we didn't play really much unlike before. Because she and her brother were caged. Now, college. I go home once a month, so I seldom see our dogs and play with them. But this day isn't the ordinary.

The sudden death of our dog is unacceptable. I am here now in CDO and I was texted that our dog had just died. The feeling is inexplicable. I didn't imagine that this would happen to our dog, Cay-cay. My sister told me she was rushed to a veterinary clinic and had dextrose injected in her. She also said that our dog looked awful. I was really hoping before she died that she would recover. But hours after that, my sister told me that the doctor sent them a message-- that the life of our dog ended.

Now, I am really sad. I feel that I'm not the only who experiences this. I also hear Cay-cay's brother mourn. I hear him cry. He's indeed a singing dog; but his songs are callings to his sister.

2008-11-20T20:03:00.002+08:00

An advantage of having fashionable sisters

Yey!
We're now complete!
It's sad it isn't my vacation anymore. =c
But I still go home!
Nah, it's also sad that their vacation wouldn't be that long enough. But at least!
I'm so happy to be with them again! :D

A sneak peek of me and my favorites !

P.S. We'll be having our family picture taken some time this week. So I'll probably post it soon!

Blank

2008-11-09T09:18:00.006+08:00

What's going on? I woke up , staring at the rigid lines of the ceiling, wondering what's happening there. What's happening inside. Ten past nine, I seem to have been feeling this inevitable crashing, creaking, numbing of the unknown possibility. How could I possibly explain this? I shook it, hoping that it would fade. Nothing changed. I blamed myself, for having it prolong my agony. If I could just marvel into this aching system, I'd surely see a caged misery trapped strongly, defenseless, with begging eyes for help. There's no way I can help it, I say. I tried to stand still hoping it would at least ease, but the more I want to alleviate it, the more it contracts. I am having a difficulty in breathing now, my eyes seeing blankness, my mind combatting emptiness, my heart crying for a hopeful morning.

"I'm not buying your thoughts" , it said.
"But it's no longer bearable", the other one said.
"You know how a bird feels when it wants to fly with its wings bruised? Day and night it cries. Hoping that someday things would be back to normal. Back to the things when its wings are in full condition, back to the things that it sees the world happily. But what should it do knowing that there's only a bit light for change? It just rests in its home, just seeing the blue skies, just dreaming of that day its wings would hopefully heal, putting its hope and happiness to the birds who could still fly, who could still see its wonderful dreams."
"I hope you'd be the bird who faces tears with courage; the bird who sees the world with determination; the bird who hopes of a brighter tomorrow."
"But can I still dream of the impossible reality?", it said.
"Yes dear, you just have to follow me", the other one, my heart ,said.

2008-11-07T10:54:00.002+08:00

When I was reading Murakami's work...
I remembered the times when we were asked to make flags of different countries. I actually don't know what it's called,but I'm pretty sure it was an International I-dont-know Day. Our teacher would then give us instructions onhow to do the flags, long bond papers, colored papers, and your creative and neat work. The third never took place in me.No flag should be twice done. So it was like first-reserve-first-flag policy. Everybody got up with their small ripped sheets of paper and wrote down the country they'd want to make a flag of.Each of them examining everyone's eyes. Reading them. Making sure one would defeat the other. If this were a track and field game, I'd sure be one of the contestants. When the teacher says "pass" I'd then transform into something like Flash then I'd pass my paper with "Japan" on it.

Well, my story wasn't really related to his work. Just that it had Japan so somehow it was.

Another cake? (that's Jafe's legs) thanks tan!!

And again! I ate the cake with them! hahaha!

Classes have partly started. So as our Philo subject. Err, one page of the book requires bullets of sweats before you finish it. It's like when I'm seeing those words on it, my brain'd fail to work. I don't think the author is that amazing. Err, I just hate it when he uses twists in thoughts that would just simply equal to that thought. He'd rather have it direct-to-the-point; maybe he just wants us , the readers to become a philosopher like him. I just don't like it.

Anyway, my music life isn't that active. I'd want to resume my lessons, but there is one thing that I lack. Maybe time. Oh how I'd love to do arrangements like the ones that I've heard on Imeem--they are a lot beautiful.

School Starts

2008-11-05T18:01:00.004+08:00

It took me a long time to suffer despair in reading this book. How the veins of those points bloated out nearly to an explosion of my impatient brain. The outcome of me reading this book? I became so exhausted. Err. Anyhow, the book was kind of interesting. But not to the point that it was that overwhelming. I liked the scenes, new characters, new awesomeness of their powers. But, I just didn't like how it ended. It was certainly predictable. You know, happily ever after thing. That just sucked. Sorry, I like stories with tragic endings.hahaha :)

I don't want to post a review now because the book is too long for a short-short summary. Whatever it is.

Anyhow, school has started. I don't really know what the "start" really means. No teachers. No classes. I mean, what the? 5am in the morning I start to get up, fix my things, fix my self. By 6, I'm all done. Then I go to school 7am in the morning. I'll wait then for my 7:30 class. Then I'll wait for that invisible teacher. Oh I think they don't know how their students would suffer if they don't come to class. How their students catch their breath just to climb and reach the peak of the tallest freaking buildings of the school. Are they that numb?

Being here again in our dormitory is just like the ordinary. Eating packs of my favorite peanut crunch, Nagaraya, staring at the moldy ceiling, burying myself with books. Whole lot of books. Living a life with my family away from me is hard but I had to accept that I chose here to study. I chose with no personal refrigerator, no aircon when I sleep, no favorite foods. I love it when I'm with my family. They shower me with everything from my favorite foods to their utmost care. Well that is life, I have to live it.

My subjects for this sem are:

Computer Networks 2: Application Layer
Database Systems
Discrete Mathematics
Physics 211
Christology
Philosophy of Man
Team Sports/Games

I can imagine myself now drowning in blood at my discrete mathematics subject.

I'm aiming for the dean's list now and I'm willing to do anything to achieve it.
Err frustation again. I got a QPI of 3.175 for the past sem and just 0.2 to get me onto the dean's list. You know my grades were messed up by my beyond-the-difficult-for-me math subject. But at least I passed it. But .2 is big. I have to strive harder to get straight A's ( I wish ) . But I'm really into this urge and determination to achieve my ultimate goal. Well to get to the dean's list is not the main point, but to learn and to LEARN is my sole red button.

I know you know her

2008-10-31T11:10:00.002+08:00

As the wind blows the soft strokes of her chestnut hair, it flows at an angle which carefully taps her stiff eyelashes. Underneath them, her mysterious brown eyes rest. Each gently opens and introduces the magnificent wonders of every creation. Her hands fall gracefully, one at a time. Here, her body introduces its belongingness to this mystical realm. As she discovers this infinite maze, she finds a mirror.
Mirror:

She was an amiable child. But now she's an unfathomable teen. She was indeed a child, but never will she lose her childhood. One time, she thought of becoming a President,a leader who would order everyone(including herself), to take care of each and every dog in streets that whoever treats dogs unkindly will suffer great deals of punishment. Certainly, she knows how to tame animals. But she believes that that would have just yield to a 99% impossiblity. She devours at no usual time, with usual food. Her fondness of chocolates would just be equal to her love of street food. When her stomach starts to growl, she thinks of everything as edible. This partly and wholly girl doesn't know how to stand on heels, but knows how to walk with them. She would watch basketball games than American movies, corny movies than the funny ones, horror movies than the suspense ones. She expertly knows how to crack jokes at the right time (she hopes). Her value for friendship is immeasurable. She can be your gay-girl-notsogirl-boy-notsoboy friend whom you can count on even in times of the strongest of the violent storms. You can trust her into changing everybody's mood from gloomy to annoying.(she laughs) She's got humor and many of those in front of her mirror recognize that. She loves to wear little trinkets. She also loves to murder fashion. Appreciation is in her vocabulary. She's astigmatic but she's blessed with talents in photography. She's got small fingers and hands, but once again she's blessed to play musical instruments accurately. Her hands are the hands of an artist, craftist, dishwasher, and a cleaner. You know, she suffers from OC. Her feet also know some things, but she admits that sometimes she has to left feet. But she knows that she has this talent that only a few people know. She knows sports, but seldom only knows the unknown. She believes that she's fully blessed---and she doesn't know how to fully use the blessings. She's an optimist to others, but a pessimist when it comes to herself. She loves her own country. She understands and can speak a little of the Japanese language, Korean, Chinese, Spanish, and French. But what she loves most is her own--Tagalog and Bisaya. She knows English too. She heartily knows how to raise her own flag (figuratively). When you know her, even just by the name, she always smiles when she sees you. But that doesn't always mean joy in her.

Sometimes, her weakness reveals in her smile ;her happinness hides in her frown. She knows how to be a leader. Responsibility she likes, but choices she doesn't. When confusion comes to her mind, the intricate corrugations of her brain tells her what to do but the whole strong bond of the nerves of her heart makes the indestructible choice. She's simply unique and uniquely simple. Small things make her happy. She makes happinness with small things. She enjoys life and lives it. Her name is Krizzia.

Finally done with Haruki Murakami's After Dark.
I was quite dissapointed because I didn't understand a lot of things in this book. err. Anyhow, I've got some things learned.

I'm currently reading Haruki Murakami's Norweigan Wood. I am hoping that this book would not be the same as After Dark.

Your Sweet Bitterness

2008-10-25T15:47:00.004+08:00

This abominable spherical realm
Disseminates in and through the walls of my system
That exorbitantly punishes the inherent tolerance of the central anatomy
That unhurriedly embeds blisters of my own infliction
A protruding vexation, I insinuate
Encephalon, you'd rather articulate
How it works, still a mystery
And now a lot you encompass
Seldom you deem in the honest character of the heart
Corrugations, you believe conceivable

Dreary are the nights
When the stars are inexistent
For there have been us
Gazing at their subtle symmetry
Those chances that awaken our lovely reminiscence,
The precious ticks of clock I'll eternally embrace

Weary are the days
When the rain is on hiatus
For there have been diminutive droplets;
Each delicately falls onto the vulnerable pores of my outrage
But when one penetrates, it seems to be the povidone-iodine
Perpetually, it'd be the miracle medicine
That revives each and every pain I encounter
The joyous feeling it'd bring
The inescapable feeling of your affection
Oh how this fluttering weather embellishes the beauty of my soul

You are my cruel prince,
Giving me tolerable pains
But thoughts of you heightens my longing;

You are my affectionate knight,
You burn my open wounds
But you make my life more than complete;

Oblivion haunts me,
Oblivion protects me,
And this is utterly inexplicable.

Redundant may be some of the words here, but in this way, I could emphasize some thoughts...
I'm giving you the freedom to express your creative thinking in reading my work.

The picture above is not really for the poem, hahaha. I just miss eating them. Hate you, tonsilitis.
I'm currently reading these books: A Little Magic, The Purpose Driven Life, An Enemy Called Average, and Chicken Soup for the College Soul(made from China) :p

Paciencia.

2008-10-21T19:07:00.007+08:00

My Ever Loyal Rubik's Cube

Patience.

Have you ever tried to solve a rubik's cube like this? I mean, a rubik's cube with faded colors? A cube where you can hardly distinguish white from blue, red, or orange? With almost equal colors? And then you grow tired that a piece couldn't even land on its proper position. You grow tired, you wanna destroy it and throw it in trash.

Have you ever tried to abandon a thing~ that this thing, for one single moment , has made your life miserable and more complicated? Just one single moment?

That you blame it for everything. You blame it for everything's downfall.

The rubik's cube craze had started. My friends, schoolmates, everywhere I see, they had the cubes on them. I once thought that only ultra nerd people could solve the rubik's cube. But when I saw my friend slided, turned, examined , and finally reassembled the whole 3x3 cube with superb flawless moves, I was bewildered and got inspired. But basing on my first impression on the rubik's "cubists" I'm not an ultra nerd, so I'm quite 99.8% sure I'm gonna pull all the pieces and bring 'em back on their freakin' places.

So you see, other part of me got inspired to reconstruct a hopeless matter. I asked my friend to teach me some of her moves, and she did. I was so thankful she was that so patient. I tried and I tried, and for how many moments she said the algorithms like the tapes rewinded again and again, I honestly didn't get any single from it. I didn't know why. So I bought my own rubik's cube so that I could practice at home. My first rubik's cube was so cheap. Like I bought it for just 20 pesos. When I tried to turn the top layer, every piece of the top layer landed on my hands. Like peanuts if you grab 'em. My second rubik's cube was a white one. It's kinda not so slidey but I loved it anyhow.. Finally, my 3rd cube was a gift from my dormmate, Chantal. I love it even I'm the second-user of it. I love it. Even it has achromatic stickers. I practiced myself, researched, on how to solve it. Thankfully, in one day, I made it. I made it~ My first time to arrange a rubik's cube. That was the happiest day of my life.
At my success in developing my own stragegies, I have now been teaching to those you crave to know and understand how a rubik's cube is not only for true ultra nerds.

As for me now, solving it, putting em to places, weren't the only things that I learned in solving my rubik's cube. I've got beyond 'em. It has taught me significant things.

1. Rubik's cube's first requirement: PATIENCE. If you don't have it then leave it.
2. Faith. If you have the spirit, you have all the power to solve it.
3. Trust. Trust in your self. If you trust yourself, you trust your hands and your brain. And the leave the solving to e'm.
4. Contentment. Even to the point that you get dizzy of the confusing colors. and the labels. ( I remember my friends and other people teasing me when they see my rubik's cube and say that "does blue still exists in your cube?" or "i think your cube's all white" and many blahblahs. Then I'd dare them solve it. No one would dare to. You know, it's kinda easy for me to solve my rubik's cube. Because I kinda got used to it. With bleached colors. How much more to the colored ones? :p!!

Don't lose hope. You can always make things right. You don't have to abandon things even if it had once made your life miserable. Think of that one time as a challenge, think of it as a test. If you can pass it, you have the reward~ a shiny, organized full of colors rubik's cube. A rebuilt life. A rebuilt dejected moment.

I'm done with 3 books:

for you, a thousand times over

Tears rolled down my face as I read this book. This book touches the soul, and mostly the heart.
A story of loyalty, friendship and betrayal.
A story you'd never forget.

Once again, this book made my eyes puffing red. A touching story of a son, who tried to kill himself and then one day, he sees his dead mother. That for a day, they had a conversation~ a conversation that they hadn't had when her mother was still alive with him.

The first time I seriously read this book. Our copy has been with us for I think 10 years and I realized that I should read this. So I did. I regretted the times when all I looked at in this book were the pictures on the pages. I read the first page and I was utterly bored (because what interests children are colors and objects). With all the font style I didn't like and it was like, so dull. The word's didn't matter to me. So all I did was to scan the pages and I wasn't even satisfied with the drawings. So I just let the book rot at the shelves. So after how many years, I finally had decided to finish this book. This book, is kinda related to Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist. I think because of their plot similarities.
I've learned from this book, that,
what you value most is the one your heart is engaged to.
No distance, no circumstances, no replicas could ever replace it.

I remember what the fox said to the little prince:

“Goodbye,” said the fox. “And now here is my secret, a very simple secret:
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible
to the eye.”

“What is essential is invisible to the eye,” the little prince repeated, so that
he would be sure to remember.

“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”
“It is the time I have wasted for my rose–” said the little prince, so that he
would be sure to remember.

“Men have forgotten this truth,” said the fox. “But you must not forget it.
You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible
for your rose. . . ”

“I am responsible for my rose,” the little prince repeated, so that he would
be sure to remember.

All I Want for Christmas is a Cheeseburger

2008-10-18T19:55:00.003+08:00

McDonald's Cheeseburger, to be specific :)

I never liked Cheese until I tasted the cheese-flavored Pringles offered by Lorena. After it, I started to like foods with cheese. When I was a kid, I really hated everything with cheese. I didn't get what was in cheese that people liked. When I smelled cheese, I'd feel nauseated. Things do change, so was my taste. When my friends and I decided to eat out, the thing that first popped to my order list was a cheeseburger. Excited as I was, I didn't realize that ordering cheeseburger could make me not go home anymore. I slid my hand in my wallet, and found out that my money could just buy a burger. With NO cheese. I was really really dissapointed. As I was eating my burger-with-no-cheese, I was thinking of it as if it was a real cheeseburger, with cheese. Now, everything that I eat now, I imagine them all as cheeseburgers. Dunno why. Can anybody help me battle with this madness?

Now my head hurts. I guess this is the result of the havaianas craze. Anyhow, Finally, I was able to finish Eclipse even though my head's not that in good condition.

To where your heart is, there you'll find your treasure.

The Alchemist tells about circumstances, omens, joys, sorrows that you encounter in fulfilling your dream and realizing your destiny. In order to get your treasure, you must be an alchemist. An alchemist who successfully transforms metal to gold. An alchemist who travels along their experiments to reach his sole goal.

I didn't know that this book had this power~ power to somehow transform views in life. Especially in the accomplishment of dreams.

“He’s like a drug for you, Bella.” His voice was still gentle, not at all critical. “I see that you can’t live without him now. It’s too late. But I would have been healthier for you.
Not a drug; I would have been t he air, the sun.”
The corner of my mouth turned up in a wistful half-smile.
“I used to think of you that way, you know.
Like the sun. My personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me.”

He sighed. “The clouds I can handle. But I can’t fight with an eclipse.”

Now this book is the 3rd of the Twilight Saga by Stephenie Meyer. The love affair of Bella and Edward still continues. When James was killed by Edward, Victoria was in rage. She felt that if it's mate-mate, then she'd also kill Edward's mate, Isabella Swan. This time, werewolves are involved. Two guys fight for Bella's love. Now Bella has to choose: a werewolf who wouldn't turn her to a bloodsucker and live a normal life? Or a vampire who'd spent his life with her forever?

惦念

2008-10-07T18:36:00.004+08:00

You'll miss the fun thing when one had to treat the other when one had got an F.
You'll miss them more when you think of what they said:that they'd miss you.
You'll miss your being annoyed with someone's frankness. But you'll miss it more if it's real message had helped you transform.
You'll miss the times when they cared even to the tiniest bit of dust on yer face.
You'll miss their laughs at your jokes. Even to the fakest of their laughs, just not to make you hurt.
You'll miss how they'd convince you to relax a bit and get an air outside classes.
You'll miss when they left all the note-taking to you.
You'll miss it when you had to do your best to help them cope up with the lessons (even you yourself hadn't had the idea of what you were talking about but at least you did your best)
You'll miss the fact that even they cut classes, they were still able to attend Bible study and convince you to join 'em.
You'll miss how they sometimes hid their inevitable talents. Since you had been with each other for a long time, there's no way you couldn't discover their expertise.
You'll miss how they'd appreciate your thing, or what you'd done even if you'd done the worse kind of thing in the world world. They're good supporters.
You'll miss the times when they'd rather choose to play PSP than to read a Political Science book.hahaha
You'll miss how they'd deny the truth. HAHAHA
You'll miss the way they'd make your day.
You'll miss everything about them.
You'll miss each and every moment you shared and spent with them.

Sem is over.
Now I'm gonna miss my classmates.
But Second sem's not that far, so this feeling's kinda temporary. I'm hoping that I'll meet them again.

Breaktime! Thanks Dune for bringing a snack for us all! And hey! Hahaha! Is that papajer?

Just what is that, Varian? Hahaha!

Me and Ron (Super X! HAHA!)

CSA! I'm gonna miss you guys!

Jehson-kun, Me, Nenette-beybeh, Ezra-chan!

Look at Julian's pose and Kor's. HAHAHA!

Hahaha! huhu I'm really gonna miss you all =c

Don't be fooled by Kor's height!

Seriously, is that your trademark pose,Kor?

Haha! We own the car! *Just Kidding*

Since we're gonna have more or less 3 weeks vacation, I'll surely miss them.
And since I can't go to the "overnight and movie marathon" they'll have, I'm sure that I'll envy the people who'd join it. Another thing is, I'm quite sure I'm not gonna pass Math. And I will be left behind. This is so sad. Err. They're gonna have Physics, and me, I'm going to have Math, for my masters degree. Haha. Kidding, but do you get it? Ugh, I remember a line from papa Jer's speech, "It doesn't matter how many times you get an F in Math, it's just that you accept it." Waaaaaah! Okay. I already had my mind on its position. If I fail math, I fail math. I just don't need to take down notes anymore. Oh dang, well this is life. And hey, I remember Jafe saying this to me: " Things do happen for a purpose" . Yes, I was thinking about that. I consider God having a purpose why (if ever) I fail Math. Maybe because I can master Math Analysis more? Or get to know Ma'am more? Or am I going to meet a special person or a special experience? Or would it be just a circumstance that God wants me to learn from it? Or does God want to teach me patience? Well I know I'll just have to discover it's purpose. I know I could just bear it. I'll just have to carry patience and faith here.

Defense & Cafe Laguna

2008-10-04T20:00:00.009+08:00

I curled my hair again!

Vinni and Julian (Posing for gif haha)

Me and Dune (before the defense)

Keith, Me, Julian, and Dan

BBQ! Bad Boys Qlub! hahaha! (I so love this shot)

Magos draws something...

He says it's me ( HAHA! it's obvious that it isn't =p)

Lope and Josan (Sweet!)

Campaign! haha!
Dan, Me, Julian, Josan, and Nenette
Maging Chaka Ka Man haha!
Me and Dan
Bavarian, Me, and Papa Jer

Wahaha! Done with my part!

Hi Ma'am! and (hi sir! haha!)

Cafe Laguna
Us. hahaha!

Formal outfits.
Fast heartbeats.

The oral defense seemed to be the finale.

Before this judgment day, we had lots of patience bursted. At times when we brought with us measuring tapes, cameras, papers, rulers, and climbed up to the heavens (STC 6th floor) even after our tiring classes, just to measure distances between rooms and etcetera~ everything paid off. We had our preparations~from outfits to slides and to resources~ and everything seemed to be all right. We barely had some mistakes but those were bearable(hopefully). And we got the most organized group thing. Thanks Ma'am! We'll truly miss you!

After the defense, Jonathan and I ate dinner at Cafe Laguna's. Just imagine, we went there in our suits! Hahaha! Fun thing!

Thanks for the other pics Dune!
You can check my multiply or Dune's if you want to see more pictures! :)

Octoberrific!

2008-10-03T18:46:00.010+08:00

I curled my hair! For nothing! For the library! Haha! Before going to school*err, pimples- finals =c*

Finally done with Polsci 10.1! Thanks for the book jaf! :)

Me and the cake (sorry if I look fugly here)

One last slice! Yum!

I shared the cake with them haha! Mian, Lorena, and Jafe

Hwaw!
How fast! :D

Happy Birthday / Belated , Dear Friends!

October 1 -- Desiree Revelo
October 2 -- Darren, JP, Josan
October 3 -- Roy

(my supposed to be october 2 entry)

Anyhow,
Tan gave me a cake hahaha! we ate it in less than 5 minutes! aww! thank you so much tan! <3

October 3
Polsci Final Exam -X
ICS 31.1 Final Exam- X

2 Down.

Finally!!

Tomorrow's gonna be an exciting day! haha! We will have an oral defense on ICS about Network Design , Cabling and etc. Haha! We'll be wearing business attire and everything. Kyahaha. Good luck to me and to everyone! Twist y'all cables! Hahaha! Aww! ^_^

Mi Sacrificio

2008-09-30T06:36:00.003+08:00

Shall I not seek?

Shall I just perish?

Or shall I just bear it up?

Cursed thorns,
Burning roses,
Shall I just bear it up?

Broken glasses,
Crooked shutters,
Shall I just bear it up?

Blues,
Monochromes,
Shall I just bear it up?

Distorted notes,
Unchained melodies,
Shall I just bear it up?

Love,
Shall I just bear it up?

this is my first time to post my composition on the internet ~

There are some things in life that are worth fighting for until the end

2008-09-27T20:35:00.009+08:00

A boy and a girl were insanely in love with each other.
They decided to become engaged.
And that's where presents are always exchanged.

The boy was poor~ his only worthwile possession was a watch he'd inherited from his grandfather.
Thinking about his sweetheart's lovely hair, he decided to sell the watch in order to buy her a silver barrette.

The girl had no money herself to buy him a present.
She went to the shop of the most successful merchant in the town and sold him her hair.
With the money, she bought a gold watch-band for her lover.

When they met on the day of the engagement party, she gave him the wristband for a watch he had sold, and he gave her the barrette for the hair she no longer had.

Pilar sat by the river and wept. She recalls every memory of his loved one who left him with every tear that rolls down her face. She has been receiving letters from her friend ever since he has left her. She finds out that her friend, is in a seminary. When they met, her friend finally had the courage to say to her that he loves her. But one thing that bothers him is the choice he should make. To continue to the seminary, or to continue to love her.

Paulo Coelho's intelligence in writing his book is truly marvelous and life-changing.

Now, I am starting to collect his wonderful books~

Five stars for this book!! I salute you Paulo Coelho!

Trust me, these lines from the book are worth your 5-minute reading.

"The wise is wise only because they love. And the foolish are foolish only because they think they can understand love."

"But love is much like a dam: if you allow a tiny crack to form through which only a trickle of water can pass, that trickle will quickly bring down the whole structure, and soon, no one will be able to control the force of the current. For when those walls come down, then love takes over, and it no longer matters what is possible or impossible, it doesn't even matter whether we can keep the loved one at our side. To love is to lose control.

"Some people always have to be doing battle with someone, sometimes even with themselves, battling their own lives. So they begin to create a kind of play in their head, and they write the script based on their frustration.

"And there are defeats. No one can avoid them. But it's better to lose some of the battles in the struggle for your dreams than to be defeated without ever even knowing what you're fighting for."

"The universe always helps us fight for our dreams, no matter how foolish they may be. Our dreams are our own, and only we can know the effort required to keep them alive."

"I've been in love before. It's like narcotic. At first, it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day, you want more. You're not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think about the person you love for two minutes and forget them for three hours. But then, you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two hours. If he's not there, you feel like an addict who can't get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you're willing to do anything for love."

"Truth resides where there is faith"

"Faith as tiny as a grain of sand allows us to move mountains"

" I had thought that only others had the courage to love. But now, I discovered that I too was capable of loving. Even if loving meant leaving, or solitude, or sorrow, love was worth every penny of its price."

"We are a part of God's dream, and He wants His dream to be a happy one. Thus, if we acknowledge that God created us for happiness, then we have to assume that everything that leads to sadness and defeat is our own doing."

"Follow your dreams, transform your life, take the path that leads to God. Perfrom miracles. Cure. Make prophecies. Listen to your guardian angel. Transform yourself. Be a warrior, and be happy as you wage the good fight. Take risks."

"Break the glass. Because its a symbolic gesture. Try to understand that I have broken things within myself that were much more important than a glass, and I'm happy I did. Resolve your own internal battle, and break the glass."

"I am going to sit here with you by the river. If you go home to sleep, I will sleep in front of your house. And if you go away, I will follow you~ until you tell me to go away. Then I'll leave. But I have to love you for the rest of my life."

-By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Swept

All endings are also beginnings.

The five people you meet in heaven focuses on Eddie, a loyal maintenance crew in a carnival. One day, as he is trying to save a little girl's life, he faces death. This is when he meets five persons in heaven whose lives were connected to him or affected by him.

Beautifully made by Mitch Albom, I can truly say that this book will teach you more than just life. And I love it. Hehe. Philippines is included in one of the scenes in the book so you better read it!~ :)

"Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves."

-The Five People You Meet in Heaven

Where you are is the right place for me.

Okay. Another vampire love story from Stephenie Meyer's Twilight Series, the New Moon. Honestly, I wasn't that amazed with this book. It's normal. Not like the Twilight book. That's all . haha. Sorry. Bad review. -_-

Wah. I'm not that much updated in mangas~ I wasn't able to catch up with Vampire Knight's new chapters. Wah, I should really watch the anime too. and Nodame Cantabile!!

Anyway, final exams are so like squeezing me. So, I've got to borrow this little time just to update!

Back to my "bookworm mode now"!!
Ciao! :)

When you find out you will die, thats when you decide to live.

2008-09-27T20:09:00.004+08:00

Awareness of Death Encourages Us to Live More Intensely

It's all about a girl who almost had everything~ looks, good work, nice family. But then one day, she decides to die. One thing she was sure why she did that attempt~ She found out that the people don't even know where Slovenia is. She wrote a letter about it, and people thought she was insane. So, she is brought to Villete, the country's mental hospital. She has spent times with the insane people, talked to them, mingled with them. But some of these insane people are just pretending they are. She doesn't really seem to get why she is isolated in a place like everything's fine, but it's a mental hospital. She isn't supposed to be there. She isn't crazy or insane, or mentally ill. Due to her excess take of pills, it had somehow affected her. The doctor said to her that she has few remaining days to live. At first, she is really desperate to die, because she is not seeing the meaning why she should live and why her life should be extended. But later on, she finds out, as her days in life are slowly diminishing, she starts to live.

Once again, I am amazed by Paulo Coelho's work. I'm loving Paulo Coelho now.

"Control your mind, or let your mind control you?"

"What is I? It is what you are, not what others make of you."

"We're allowed to make a lot of mistakes in our lives, except the mistake that destroys us."

"I've got a lot of things to do, things that I always postponed for some future date, in the days when I thought that life would last forever."

"Many people don't allow themselves to love precisely because of that, because there are a lot of things at risk, a lot of future and a lot of past."

Worst Sickness

2008-09-24T18:28:00.006+08:00

I think I really have this disease.

Reports. Speeches. Public Performances.

I can truly say that I am good when it comes to practicing~ but when it comes to the actual performance, I always sucked.

When I practice my report, I speak confidently, with so little flaws. But when I do it in our class, I don't think I did it the way I did during my practice.

I can fix a disarranged rubik's cube within 2 minutes. On the day of our "Rubik's Cube Test", when all of us together used the algorithms to solve the rubik's cube, I felt the pressure. So, sadly, I did it in 6 minutes time.

My English speech didn't go that well. I can say. Even though my teacher liked it (because she said it ) , I wasn't satisfied how I delivered it. I shivered. Mispronounced some words.

I have always loved to sing. When our english teacher announced to our class that our semifinal exam would be singing, I was really really really glad. Dream come true. I practiced everday, did preparations and everything. When I came up to the stage, it was like my worse nightmare. I forgot the lyrics and the song was messed up. But thanks to Dune, it ended up good. But still, I did bad.

Frustration.

I want to shrink, I want to put all the blame on myself, I want to tear my hair, I want to slap my face. I really want to scream or anything that would make me feel that I should really blame myself for wasting my whole practicing~ for not doing well ~ for just being so awful.

I don't really know how to deal with these things, but I know I should conquer this "sickness".

Anyhow,

I'm done with:
Stephenie Meyer's New Moon
Paulo Coelho's Eleven Minutes
Paulo Coelho's Veronika Decides to Die

Still Reading:
Stephenie Meyer's Eclipse
Paulo Coelho's By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept

I'd really love to do the reviews now, but I have to do my homework first. And projects.
But sembreak's near! Hopefully, I can update!

P.S. I've scanned a magazine and found an anime, "Nodame Cantabile" and the characters~ aaaaaahhh!! they're musicians too!! I want to watch it! :D

The Power of Vocal Prayer

2008-09-05T22:49:00.006+08:00

Whisper it softly.
Say it in a medium-toned voice.
Shout your praise!

The vocal prayer.

I've been joining prayer meetings and I've been seeing people doing different kinds of gestures when they sing and pray. And the way they pray had made me curious. Curious in the sense that, if I pray like the way they do, what would I possibly feel? Should I be doing it in the right way? What is the right way? Is there a difference between my prayer and their prayer when I try it?

I just attended the CYA (Christ's Youth in Action) prayer meeting. And I felt happy =)
I've learned that prayer could also be vocal and importantly, I've got the chance to experience and try the vocal praying ( i was used to silent praying). And I felt great and relieved! Relieved in a way that my praises, my pains, my worship to the Lord were heard by everyone and my self. Actually, we prayed together. At first, I felt shy when I did it. But when people started to shout their prayers, I suddenly realized that my mouth was not stopping from speaking praises. I felt proud because it was my first time to do it and I really really love the feeling~~~~<3

Try it and I'm pretty sure that you'll really really feel great!! :)

P.S. I really want a new Bible.. Aside from I left "our"( because I don't have my own) Bible in Iligan, it's kind of a book-that-needs-rest. Because it wasn't really handled with care. But I'll try my best to save and buy a new one!

P.P.S. I really want to finish my book , Purpose Driven Life. I'm supposed to be reading it for 40 days. And it would be my 3rd time to read it from the start~ again. Huhu. And I can't find it now. =( =(

Anyway, God bless us all!! Put an "equals" sign between Lord and Life! :)

Hola!

2008-08-25T20:08:00.004+08:00

p.s. that is not our math now. that's my 2nd year high school book.

School's been very very VERY busy.

I've got lots of things to do.
And time is not that enough.

I've been dying to share my thoughts and my life here on blogspot but some things should be made up first.

S.L.- school life doesn't seem so "hard" because I'm enjoying it (except math , i think)
We've been tackling trees( computer science ), networking (somebody help me find my UTP cable), limits(math, *sighs*), Bill of Rights (political science), speech(english), partial contrapositive and etc (philosophy), and badminton (PE).

I want to read Stephenie Meyer's New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn but as what I have just said, I need a whole bunch of extra time.
Clubs and Other Orgs.- I was kinda inactive in our clubs for the past few weeks. Actually I am really inactive in some~ teehee. I guess I need to learn time management.

Hometown Life - When I got home last last week, several bombings were done~ the rebels were close to us once again, same as what had happened last 2000 (or worst, I think). When I was there listening to the radio for updates, I couldn't help but get angry to the evils. I mean like, they tortured, massacred, killed innocent people. They took innocent lives. Just for their sake. Just for them to get what they want. How selfish they were. People (including us), were in panic when we heard these stories. I hate it. I hate them. We can see that our land has been really growing~ new establishments, many investors. Then they'd come and ruin the whole thing. I so much pity them. For they wouldn't get what they want. The evil will never prevail.

Anime Life- as you've noticed, I'm not doing any anime review or sort of that thing right now. But I'm still updated in Naruto! :D . Haifah invited me to join a cosplay here in CDO ~ I really want to join! But I don't have budget for it! huhu :( and I think time isn't that generous enough :(

Music Life- I'm enjoying Yiruma's works more! I want to practice his Love Hurts piece... and I think you already know how to continue this.

Computer Life-hah. I really miss blogging. and friendster-ing. I will really try to catch up to these things.

All I can say to myself and to you guys~~ God bless us all! :)

Happy Indepence Day Filipinos!

2008-06-12T22:08:00.003+08:00

Happy Indepence Day Philippines and to the Filipinos!

Heroes fought with blood and tears. Because of them,

Tears faded.

New hope was born.

The BLUE dominates. The RED fails.

Walang sinumang mapang-aping dayuhan ang magbibigay liwanag sa ating bayan.

Walang sinumang mapang-api ang magtatagumpay.

Love our own country.

Fight for our freedom.

Freedom is what makes us truly alive.

P. S . ~ Calling all Iliganons!!! Please visit http://www.mugna.net/ and join the community site!!

La Corda D'Oro Anime Review

2008-06-04T10:25:00.003+08:00

La Corda D'Oro . The Golden String.

♫

Hino Kahoko, a Gen-Ed student starts her day in the Seiso Academy. Always coming late to her class, she hurriedly walks her way to the classroom. Panting, and as her feet's energy diminishes, she sees an unbelivable creature, she looks at Lili*. Rarely had been the people seeing a fairy like Lili, Kaho-chan is the chosen one. Lili at his surprise finally found someone who can see him. He then encourages Kaho-chan to participate in the school's annual music competition. Knowing that she doesn't have any talent in music, and the fact that she's just a Gen-Ed student, she refused to accept Lili's offer.

Chatting with her friends, they suddenly fizzled out when the P.A. system announces the participants for the competition. Much to her surprise, Hino Kahoko was called at the end of the list. Only she was chosen among the Gen-Ed students. The other participants were of the Music Department. A lot of the Gen-Ed students were shocked that just a Gen-Ed student was one of the chosen ones. Music Department students were in doubt why such a student who's not a music student was included on the list. Lili promised Hino Kahoko a magical violin if she would join the contest. At first, she refused ,but then when she heard Lili's motive of inspiring the other people to love music, Kahoko's kind heart finally accepted the offer.

Although she didn't know how to play violin, just with the touch of her fingers on the strings and simply by the use of the bow, the magical violin starts to produce sound (And I personally know that if it comes from the heart, it doesn't just produce sound, it produces music). Hino Kahoko has been learning to love the violin. She engaged herself into practices, and little by little, she discovers the melody that satisfies her heart. She met the other participants, and they became friends. They are pro's in each kind of instrument that they play. They continue to inspire each other, to be happy and to be able to enjoy music.

At that moment that Hino Kahoko's secret was a little bit revealed, she somewhat like got desperate . To produce more, to produce more than that of the others can. With her emotions mixed up, the violin's strings broke. That was the end of her using the magical violin. Hopeless was she at that time, she tried to return the violin to Lili. But then she realizes that she loves the violin and that she would be continuing to play it. With her new violin (this time not magical) she starts from the beginning. She learned to play it by heart, with all her hard work and trust to her self. Not only that she plays for her self, but also for other people. For the people to be inspired, to love, enjoy, and be happy with music.

That was my La Corda D'Oro Review.

♥

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In my perspective, as what I have said ,music is not a music if it doesn't come from the heart.

♫ Through musical instruments, you can produce sound, not just sound but also music. If you just put into heart your playing.

♫ Know first what the composer's intention is with a piece you'd be playing. You could be inspired by that. But most importantly, you should also know YOUR intention of playing it.

♫ Follow first the notes, the dynamics, phrasing, and the rules you have learned in reading them so that you could know better the real wave of the music. But the real thing is, how YOU interpret it.

♫ Find the best thing in music. Enjoy music. Be happy with music.

♫ There's no life when there's no music.

♫ Music soothes the soul and the mind.

♫ Your brain can manage to exercise while you're with music.

♫ Do not compare your music to others. Each of us has a different passion, different view in music.

♫ Music is an instrument of your heart. Music produces your heart's true voice. :)

Lili!

*Lili's story goes like this. Lili is a fairy who was taken care by a good man when he was injured (?). Lili then promised the man that he would bless the music school the man would build.

So~~ currently watching Vampire Knight on crunchyroll.

P.S~~ Do you believe in Tobi? Grr. I guess all he did was to brainwash Sasuke to destroy Konoha. Poor Itachi!

P.P.S~~ Who has the Kin'iro no Corda game in PSP?

credits to wikipedia.org for the la corda d'oro picture and some info. :)
and to hyjoo.com :)

Twilight

2008-05-23T18:39:00.013+08:00

Twilight.

I really thanked God for He had sent Mian a copy of this book. And Mian had lent it to me. Many thanks to Mian, her book had made my belief worse. Worse in the sense that, it had drilled the façade of my unbreakable stone-covered heart. The book has made me believe the unbelievably truth---- nothing is impossible with love.

Even a human loving a vampire. And a vampire loving a human.

I've been reading mangas( the Japanese comics) and have been watching anime which are related to vampire-things. I somewhat thought that this book was based on the Japanese Manga/Anime, Vampire Knight. Although they have similarities ( the presence of the vampires is one) and the main characters have this human-vampire love chemistry, but both of them are unique in many ways.

Back to my life before the vampires, I had never wished my mouse would even hover the the titles with "vampires" in it. Even just seeing and hearing the first syllable, "vam", had made me freak out. Duh, I was such a coward. But, credits to Dune--- she had grabbed my hand away from Romeo (because at that time I was horribly addicted to Romeo in Shakespear's Romeo and Juliet , but the animated one, in Romeo X Juliet) and had encouraged me that there are more good-looking persons in this anime. I said, okay but I've just said that I was a coward. I browsed through crunchyroll, typed Dune's suggestion. My hands were shaking then. I was thinking of going back to Romeo, but just when I looked around the site, Vampire Knight was on the front page. No need to type on the search engine. The thumbnail looked impressive, with a pretty character on it. So I tried clicking it. Buffering. Then the beginning song started. Scary. With flashes of black and red. I fastforwarded it. Start. A little girl, eyes begging for help. A hero appears, a vampire appears. And I was stunned by his beauty. That made me continue watch the series. How so lame I am. : ) .

Back to twilight.

I think I'm doing a book review again. But this time it's more than a book review. It's an upcoming movie promotion. Haha! This is a trailer from the movie, Twilight. (grabbed from YouTube)

the cast! Robert Pattinson's(played as Cedric Diggory in Harry Potter) in it!!! kyaa!!!

can't wait to see the movieeeee!!!!! Lord please let me watch it !!!

Back to the sort of book review.

Stephenie Meyer's the Twilight exemplifies loving beyond the impossibility.

The book starts with one of the main characters, Bella, who has made a decision to leave her mom for a while and stay at his fathers time the meantime. From Phoenix (her mother's place), she went to study in Forks( where her father lives). Her first day of school seemed like everybody already knows her. Students are not really big in number, so you could easily know who's new who's old. When she came to school, she has easily found friends. She has also found unusual, almost-perfect, beautiful, gorgeous , attractive, and silent-type, and isolated-type students. They were much of features, but they have this kind of weird stuff that they do. Bella found out that they were the Cullens. She always stared at them like she's not scared. She was never scared of them. One guy is always staring at her, that made Bella more curious of what he really is. At a class, in Biology, they happened to be seatmates. Edward( one of the Cullens) acted unusual. After that, Bella hadn't seen him for weeks. But , Edward came back, this time, he's friendly. They actually became friends-----and then lovers.

Adventure. Thrill. Romance.

quoted from the book:

"About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him--and I didn't know how dominant that parrt might be--that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him"- Bella

" I care the most . Because if I can do it-- if leaving is the thing to do, then I'll hurt myself to keep from hurting you, to keep you safe." - Edward

" I'm definitely fighting fate trying to keep you alive." - Edward.

That's it for now! You should really really read it!!!!!!!

P.S. I got a new glasses. Just computer glasses. But it seems like my eyes are clearer than my glasses.

multi-colored nails! (light green, dark green, pink, white , and blue haha!)

credits:

http://www.twilightthemovie.com

http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilight_movie.html

http://youtube.com/watch?v=xBvOhfL4mYw

http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1150/838281501_81a5f8f711.jpg?v=0

Malberry Suites + Martin Nieverra Concert= Our Little but Happy Vacation!

2008-05-20T20:50:00.011+08:00

Our "little vacation" . We celebrated our parents' 25th anniversary in CDO. We bought tickets to watch Martin Nieverra's concert. We stayed in a hotel, in Malberry Suites.

CDO is not new to me--and to us. Haha. When we've got nothing to do, we take a 1 and a half hour ride to Cagayan de Oro City and we spend our boring times at the malls( we do this especially when my father's here) . Sometimes, we go there to shop, but most of the time we just go there to window shop. Heeh~ I study there and they always visit me. We also visit CDO for important matters.

It was a great vacation with my family! <3

More Pics on my Multiply

Save Our Mother Earth && Vote for our very own Tubbataha Reef and Puerto Princesa Subterranean NP for the New7wonders of the Nature(more details---)

2008-04-24T22:22:00.010+08:00

model:Dune Escarro( hahaha thank you so much Dunie-chan!)

This was supposed to be posted on April 22.
Well anyhow, the Earth Day.

I can’t speak much of it since I only know few things about this April 22 Earth Day.
What is important is our awareness for our environment--Hearing all our Mother Earth’s cry. Even just for one single day.

Appreciate her.
Know her importance.
Know what life is without her.
Imagine yourself drowning in the flood that got angry when you wrote doodles on your paper.
Imagine yourself slowly melting like wax while walking in the heat of the sun.
Imagine yourself eating brown rice, dried rice.
Imagine yourself drinking brown water.
Imagine yourself eating nothing.

But... There is no such thing as “too late”... We can do something.
Here are my simple plans or my suggestions:

1. Conserve Water. How? Do not waste it even when you’re in swimming pool. Do not splash it away. When you do laundry, recycle and recycle the water. Do not leave the shower on when you’re waiting for the 5-minute conditioner thingy.

2. When you doodle, doodle on a no-space for new writings yellow paper. Doodle with the use of your hands. Save inks. Save school chairs. (hate you vandals)

3. If you have a car, please check it regularly. Visit your near emission testing center to test your car if it causes a lot of pollution.

4. As much as possible, fix your hair without the use of spray nets.

5. In parties, only get enough rice.

See, we can do simple things without harming our mother Earth. So starting now, do it! Do it!

*I remembered the Romeo X Juliet Anime. There was this goddess of the nature(something like that) that she has this tree slowly dying—all because of the people’s greediness. This tree protects their land and everything in it. So without it, they would lose everything. I recommend that you watch this Anime. It’s really really worth your watch. <3>

*I’m currently into this Manga—the Love Monster. Kyaaa! I soo love the story!! Monsters, Humans, and especially the lovable winged ones!! =D

P.S. >>> I could love a guy, but only if he had wings!! So I love the guys with wings just like in the story!! Haha!!

SFX: Clicking and searching for a piano piece!
(could you help me find even just one?)

Hey! :) If you have time, please do visit this website:

http://www.new7wonders.com/nature/en/vote_on_nominees/

and vote for your nominees for the new 7 wonders of nature... HEY! Please do not forget to vote for our very own TUBBATAHA REEF and PUERTO PRINCESA SUBTERRANEAN NATIONAL PARK !!

Welcome Back Papa! Thanks for Everything!

2008-04-19T10:16:00.005+08:00

my new PSP slim (Piano Black)

laptops: my sister's and mine

Our father just came home from his work. Weee!! He gave us surprises!!!

He gave me a new PSP Slim.

He gave my sister a new Laptop

He gave my mother a new cellphone, an N76!!

Thanks much Papa!!!!!!!!! It's the thought that counts!!!!!!!! rarr!! :D

Playing: Naruto Ultimate Ninja Heroes

Who wants to play with me? (haha!)

Tuesdays With Morrie

2008-04-18T21:38:00.006+08:00

I've just finished reading this book.
It's more than just a book. It speaks of the life's greatest lesson.

Mitch Albom (the author of the book), made a final thesis with his teacher, Morrie Schwartz. This final thesis encapsulates life's true meaning- living a life simply with love and compassion without fear of death.
Morrie knew that his life would end with this slowly killing ALS. Not just his nervous system, but also his wonderful daily activities.
Now here are the parts from each chapter that I like the most.

The First Tuesday~ We Talk About the World
“Mitch you asked about caring for people I don’t even know. But can I tell you the thing that I’m learning most with this disease?”
“What’s that?”
“The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in. Let it come in. We think we don’t deserve love, we think if we let it in we’ll become too soft. But a wise man Levine said it right. He said, ‘Love is the only rational act’”.

The Second Tuesday~ We Talk About Feeling Sorry for Yourself
I asked Morrie if he felt sorry for himself.
“Sometimes, in the mornings, that’s when I mourn. I feel around my body, I move my fingers and my hands—whatever I can still move—and I mourn what I’ve lost. I mourn the slow, insidious way in which I’m dying. But then I stop mourning.”
Just like that?
“I give myself a good cry if I need it. But then I concentrate on all the good things still on my life. Mitch, I don’t allow myself any more self-pity than that. A little each morning, a few tears, and that’s all.”
“It’s only horrible if you see my disease that way. It’s horrible to watch my body slowly wilt away to nothing. But it’s also wonderful because of all the time I get to say good-bye.”
“Not everyone is so lucky.”

The Third Tuesday~ We Talk About Regrets
Did he lament lost friends? I wondered if I were in his shoes, would I be consumed with sad thoughts of all that I had missed?
“Mitch, the culture doesn’t encourage you to think about such things when you’re about to die. We’re so wrapped up with egotistical things, career, family, having enough money, meeting the mortgage, getting a new car, fixing the radiator when it breaks—we’re involved in trillions of little acts just to keep going. So we don’t get into the habit of standing back and looking at our lives and saying, Is this all? Is this all I want? Is something missing? You need someone to probe you in that direction. It won’t just happen automatically.”

The Fourth Tuesday~ We Talk About Death
“Everyone knows they’re going to die, but nobody believes it. If we did, we would do things differently.”
So we kid ourselves about death.
“Yes. But there’s a better approach. To know you’re going to die, and to be prepared for it any time. That’s better. That way you can actually be more involved in your life when you’re living.”
“Do what the Buddhists do. Every day, have a little bird on your shoulder that asks, ‘Is today the day?’ Am I ready? Am I being the person I want to be? Is today the day I die?”
“The truth is, Mitch, once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.”
“Well, the truth is, if you really listen to that bird on your shoulder, if you accept that you can die at any time—you might not be as ambitious as you are.”

The Fifth Tuesday~ We Talk About Family
“The fact is, there is no foundation, no secure ground, upon which people may stand today if it isn’t the family. It’s become quite clear to me when I’m sick. Of you don’t have the support you get from a family, you don’t have nuch at all. Love is so supremely important. As our great poet Auden said, ‘Love each other or perish’ “

The Sixth Tuesday~ We Talk About Emotions
“Detach”

The Seventh Tuesday~ We Talk About the Fear of Aging
“Mitch, I embrace aging. As you grow, you learn more. If you’d stay at twenty-two, you’d always be as ignorant as you were at twenty-two. Aging is not just decay, you know, it’s growth. It’s more than the negative that you’re going to die, but it’s also the positive that you understand you’re going to die, and you live a better life because of it.”
Yes, I said, but if aging were so valuable, why do always people say, “Oh if I were young again.” You never hear people say, “ I wish I were sixty-five.”
“You know what that reflects? Unsatisfied lives. Unfulfilled lives. Lives that haven’t found meaning. Because if you’ve found meaning in your life, you don’t want to go back. You want to go forward. You want to see more, do more. You can’t wait until you’re sixty-five. “

The Eighth Tuesday~ We Talk About Money
“You know how I always interpreted that? These were people so hungry for love that they were accepting substitutes. They were embracing material things for love or for gentleness or for tenderness or for a sense of comradeship.”
“Money is not a substitute for tenderness, and power is not a substitute for tenderness. I can tell you, as I’m sitting here dying, when you most need it, neither money nor power will give you the feeling you’re looking for, no matter how much of them you have.”

The Ninth Tuesday~ We Talk About How Love Goes On
“Focus.”

The Tenth Tuesday~ We Talk About Marriage
“There are few rules I know to be true about love and marriage: If you don’t respect the other person, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. If you don’t know how to compromise, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. If you can’t talk openly about what goes on between you, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. And if you don’t have a common set of values in your life, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. Your values must be alike.”
“And the biggest one of those values , Mitch?”
“Your belief in the importance of your marriage.”

The Eleventh Tuesday~ We Talk About Our Culture
“Here’s what I mean by building your own little subculture—I don’t mean you disregard every rule of your community. I don’t go around naked, for example. I don’t run through red lights. The little things, I can obey. But the big things—on how we think, what we value—those you must choose yourself. You can’t let anyone—or any society—determine those for you.”

The Twelfth Tuesday~ We Talk About Forgiveness
“It’s not just other people we need to forgive Mitch, we also need to forgive ourselves. For all the things we didn’t do...All the things we should have done.”

The Thirteenth Tuesday~ We Talk About the Perfect
“Make peace with living”

The Fourteenth Tuesday~ We Say Goodbye

I hope you’d read the whole book. You deserve to read it. This book has been helping me to choose things that I should do in life. Make your life. Believe in death.

Happy Birthday to me!!

2008-04-09T21:07:00.010+08:00

4A(La Salle high school) & CSA(XU-Ateneo de Cagayan)

high school and college pictures

did a quick drawing

1:00 am – Some of them sleep with you in their dreams.
2:00 am –Someone thinks of you.
3:00 am- Some of them study. Someone makes a move to solve your problem.
4:00 am-92% sleeps, 8% greets you Good Night.
5:00 am- 92% sleeps , 8% greets you Good Morning.
6:00 am- They wake up, and then sleep again. They can’t think of you.
7:00 am- Eat. They wish that they can stuff 1 kilo of meat into their mouths with you.
8:00 am- Your alarms ring. They switch ‘em off for ya.
9:00 am- Some of them walk with you to school, some wish you to stay with them and eat dirty ice cream.
10:00 am- You attend classes. You wish that the whole class will sing “Everything I Do”.
11:00 am- You won’t listen to your teacher. You prefer to listen to the birds chirping and you hope that one of them could transform into someone like John Vesely.
12:00 pm- You eat your lunch. Someone practices half-rice policy. Some are on a diet.
1:00 pm- You want to sleep. They push you to school.
2:00-3:00 pm-You attend classes. They answer the seatwork given to us. They also answer for you.
4:00 pm- Breatime. They all eat while you’re staring at them.
5:00 pm- 6:00 pm- Classes. We Talk.
7:00 pm-Home. We laugh. We Talk. We eat dinner. Some won’t.
8:00 pm- I stare at the ceiling, they tell me to stop.
9:00 pm- Still not done.
10:00 pm- They tell me to sleep and I don’t want to. I tell them not to sleep.
11:00 pm- 80% . 20% alive. Some greets you Good Night. Some can’t.
12:00 am- They greet you a HAPPY BIRTHDAY and tell you that they miss you a lot and they love you.

You cry, they cry. You laugh, they laugh. You dream, they dream.
My life as a student. My life with true friends.
Thank you so much for everything!!!
Happy Birthday to me!!!

here's a video from kor to me. waaahhh hahaha tenx kor ^_^

Welcome Summer! Hello Blogspot! =)

2008-04-07T21:19:00.009+08:00

Welcome!
Mian and I

My first Naruto art using photoshop!

Hot shower system. Calming tropical temperature. New Blog Site.

Piano lessons have been tiring. I chose to take a nap and for once, this day was to forget all those crappy notes. I started taking up piano lessons when I was in high school. Bad thing was, I had to be with the kids who were also sort of like my “schoolmates” and be the tallest one among them. I didn’t care much about that, I focused more on aiming high—soaring for knowing more than what was taught to me. I practiced Canon in D , Moonlight Sonata 1st movement, Pathetique 2nd movt. , Beautiful Dreamer, Gymnopedies , and many more all by myself with all the hardwork and determination. I actually, had memorized them all. I knew how to read notes, but just the basic ones and I am not that fast. That music school that I had attended was quite formal. I was asked to join the recital, and I said yes. I thought that this would be my stepping stone and it really was. I had joined practices with all the girly bowing at the intro, and to sum it up all, I had 3 performances to make. First was the singing of “O Res Mi” (I’m not sure if this was the title), and I was chosen to be one of the Sopranos (we were two). Second was the duet with the girl who took up voice lessons. “Love me Tender”(this time I’m sure with the title)- I played the organ , she sang. Third was my piano performance. My teacher asked me to prepare the “Ave Maria” piece and so I did what she asked. I practiced Ave Maria and ended up to the song of the vegetables (I forgot what the title was). I can still remember the piece and it was more of staccato touch and it had the jumping rhythm. Few days before the recital, I made up my mind and decided to quit. I didn’t really quit because of my piano piece, but I grew tired because some of my sessions are used for practicing and I was paying for it (it was expensive learning piano in that school). So then, I just had to keep my dress for the recital (which we bought all the way to a faraway place just for the recital) in my closet. I wasn’t able to continue my lessons the next summer because we went to explore the paradise named Boracay. I wanna go there again, If only I have the chance, and I have the money. We did spend a lot for that vacation and we stayed at one of the five-star hotels in Bora, the Boracay Regency Hotel. It was fun, but it wasn’t really complete. We preferred to stay more in the hotel because of the ultra comfort that it gave us. With 24 hours PBB, ultra-soft beds, what else could we ask for? Right in front of our door, was the swimming pool of the hotel. I really did want to spend my whole time swimming in there. But I had no one to splash the waters in the pool with. I suddenly thought of my other sister, who’s a swimmer and when she sees a pool, she really can’t get out of it. Sadly, she was in China at that time where she spent her whole summer vacation with an Educational Tour and with all the Chinese stuffs. Phew. Last summer, again I wasn't able to continue the lessons. I had undergone an operation for the second time. That was my summer back then.

Now, this summer, I changed my piano school, this time it isn’t a school but a house- I go to my teacher’s house (another teacher). She graduated in UP with the course Music major in Piano minor in Violin (that’s what I heard from Mian). Mian and I are both taking up lessons with her. Mian’s with her violin, and me, on the piano. She’s nice and I think I’ve been learning more with her.
Anyhow, I hope this summer could bring me and you good fortune! Haha! =)

This is my new page and I’ll try and put into heart my posts here on blogspot! I wasn’t changing blog sites, but I’m trying them all. This time, I have to post more relevant things and ideas, the ones which could somehow inspire you and all of the people. So, trust me! I’ll do my best! :D

P.S. that is my welcome Naruto art for you!! I specially made it with Adobe Photoshop CS3 for this site. It wasn’t really that good, but I really did my best as a first-timer! Enjoy!

Points to ponder:
* Believe in yourself, aim high!! -me
*Never give up, giving up will only give you wrinkles -me
*Always see the brighter light! -me
*Think Plus. (+) Think Positive. –me
*Value Everything. Do not forget your chores -me
*Time is Gold.
*Below the courageous there is nothing – Naruto

*Do not forget to smile. Smiling is the best way to relieve all your pains. -me again