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I have no idea what to write about. Writer's block. But not until... tinay. (: This post should be special as it is my 100th entry in Blogger. And it will be. THE ULTIMATE SECRET Who told you being a teenager is easy? Who told you it is simply being a happy-go-lucky? Who told you it is just a snap of life? Well, sue them. Have a happy teenage life! tinay. (: Mabilis ang pagdaan ng oras. Kung hindi ka tatakbo'y tiyak maiiwan ka. Sa isang kisapmata ay ikatlong markahan na pala. At hindi ko rin naman namamalayan na ito'y nag-uumpisa na. Bumubuwelo pa lamang ako ay tinatabunan na naman ako ng mga dapat gawin. Mahirap ang buhay-estudyante. Lalo na ang buhay-STC. tinay. (: I've been online for eight hours already and I'm getting other things to be done. tinay. (: I will make a post...because I have nothing to do. Oh, expect not a sensible post. Damn. I didn't know I have tons to do. The word itself says 'sem BREAK'. E bat ganito? Or is it only I who's like this? Ang daming dapat gawin. Within three days, I need to accomplish all of these. But still, I would dedicate my Sunday for my whole day rest. Kailangan ko mag-Vitamins. Haha. I promise to update you regarding this entry. Kung tinamad ba ako o sinipag sa paggawa ng mga 'yan. I also promise to do my eleventh task. TO SAVE THE WORLD. tinay. (:
Thursday, November 30, 2006
NOW.
I was actually surprised when, during our interaction with the Maristians, my friends introduced me to their partners. No, not by the fact that I was introduced to them, I care less about that. But the words they used..."Si Tin, best friend ko."..."Yan si Tin. Yan yung pinakakaclose ko ever."...and the like.
I felt ashamed of myself because of the reality that they consider me their best friend, and yet, here I am, considering them as just close friends or less, just peers. Though, I know, or at least hope, they understand.
But I won't just let forever be the way it is. To you who made me realized that you have already moved on, and so I could move on as well, thank you. I want you to know that I'm more than happy that you found them, those people who I know is worthy of you, more than I do.
Then now, welcome best friends! (:
4:56 PM
Monday, November 20, 2006
Identity crisis. It is so confusing when you seem to be different persons at home and in school. Like I do. At home, I am a hellish sister/daughter. But in school, yeah, at times like that, but more often than not, I go well with my classmates, teachers, and schoolmates. So what's the matter? It isn't an abnormality, or at least for those who can understand. But for some, they tend to compare. As if they never experienced that shit.
I would probably agree with you if you consider me as the most moody person on earth. And I admit it, it's not mere moodiness, but moodiness of extremes. If I am in good mood, forgive my corny jokes, my insulting laughter (as they say), and my over-talkativeness. Nevertheless, if I am bad-tempered, don't talk to me or else, prepare yourself to be shouted at, or something worse. But keep this in mind, I am not a freak, I know my limitations.
I can easily be pissed off. Yet that can easily vanish into thin air. I may hate you at this minute, but would like you for the next five minutes. Ironically, I do not loathe someone just because 99% of the population hates her. Believe me, I can easily be moved by pathetic persons. Though, not at all times. Don't take advantage, girl.
I do admire teachers - so much that the thought of being one came to my mind. But I realized, it isn't for me. You know why? It takes gazillions of patience, and I do not even have little of it. Again, teachers are admirable. As a quote says, how could a king, a president of a country, Bill Gates or Aristotle be who they are...without them starting from the knowledge, guidance, and patience of a teacher? I really can't understand. Teachers are always regarded as perfect persons who cannot make a mistake without being laughed at or criticized. Everything in them is judged - physical appearance, clothes they wear, grammar, intonation, and even personal things. Nonetheless, don't get me wrong. I am neither a teacher's pet nor the kindest student on earth.
What's wrong with being expressive? At least for me, there is. The thing is, if you are over sweet, genuineness is questionable. Appealing words come out of your mouth out of sheer habit. There is uncertainty behind the truths of your words.
It was just yesterday when I finally confirmed to myself the fact that most "bloggers" write about changing the world, the cruelty of the world, and all that shit. But with that observation, I also noticed some pretending-to-be -writers. I believe being a good writer doesn't mean using difficult, uncommon, or fucking jargons to put spice to your piece. And as I was bloghopping during the weekend, I found few of them. It is so annoying that it seems they typed their entries in MS Word, highlighted most words, pressed Shift+F7, and yes, their work, in few minutes, became unprofessionally professional. If you're one of them, you would get me. But girl, I am not a good writer, better than being a pretender.
What's the connection of my introduction? Being a teenager is tough, demanding, challenging. The more you find answers to your questions about life, the more you discover things about yourself and others, the more you realize certain things...the more questions you'll unearth.
Even so, it is a happy part of your journey through life. The secret is - material things don't give you real pleasure. Learn how to socialize and get yourself closer to your Greatest Friend on Earth - God.
5:19 PM
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Oo. Pero ang pinakamahirap ay kung nasa itaas ka. Madaming umaasa sa'yo. Madami rin ang tumuturing sa'yong isang taong walang limitasyon...walang maaaring magawang pagkukulang. Sa madaling salita, perpekto. Mahirap 'yon, alam mo ba? Mahirap kung binibilang ng mga tao sa iyong paligid ang mga nagawa mong pagkakamali. At pagkatapos ay itatanim na nila sa kanilang mga isispan ang nagawa mong iyon na tila ay nagkasala ka sa buong langit at lupa.
Sandali. Bakit ko ba ito sinasabi? Ikaw na bahalang mag-isip.
Bumalik tayo sa aking introduksiyon. Ang ikatlong markahan ay napakahalaga. Kritikal. Mahirap mag-tamad-tamaran. Ngunit bakit tila'y lalo akong naging iresponsable? At nararamdaman ko na rin ang pagod. Nakakabagot.
Naisip ko tuloy. Bakit ang mga artista, wala namang pinag-aralan, ngunit kayrami-rami nilang pera? Ang mga naging at kasalukuyang pangulo ng bansa, maaari namang hindi nakapag-aral, ngunit lahat ng kayamanan ng bayan ay napupunta sa kanila?
Teka. Pro-education ako ha. Mahirap lang talaga mag-aral. Di ba?
Oo nga pala, sa Religion ay pinag-aaralan namin ang tungkol sa heaven at hell. Nagtataka talaga ako, paano nila nalaman na gano'n doon sa langit o sa impiyerno? Sabi ni Sir, ang mga anghel daw ay walang pakpak sa likod. Nasa ibang bahagi raw ito ng katawan. Hindi raw natin makikilala ang ating asawa/magiging aasawa doon. Wala pa daw tao sa langit o sa impiyerno, dahil sabay-sabay daw tayong huhusgahan. May levels daw ang impiyerno depende sa iyong mga kasalanan.
Teka. This is pure curiosity. Faith is completely out here.
Bukas ay pupunta ako sa bahay nila Joanna. Sa Novaliches pa iyon, malayong-malayo. Pero kailangan. Sabi ko nga, madaming dapat gawin.
Kuhanan ng card sa Huwebes. Sa totoo lang, sobrang kinakabahan ako. Kung sasabihin ko pa kung bakit ay baka abutin ako ng alas-tres nang umaga sa pagkuwento...kaya huwag na lang. Ipagdasal mo na lang ako at matutuwa pa ko sa iyo.
Tama na. Mahirap 'pag ang post mo ay Filipino. Kaya, muli, tama na.
12:18 AM
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Since I have this opportunity, I'm telling you that I will change my blog. Thanks to Ikay for making a skin for me. Maybe I would use it after I got a suitable picture of myself for it.
And oh, I won't delete this blog. Definitely.
I'm too lazy to start whatever I need to start. I've been addicted to the internet...again.
By the way, I want to buy the CD Kami nAPO Muna. Love the songs Panalangin and Nakapagtataka. But of course, I won't buy it. I'm saving my money for something more important, or at least for me is important. :)
Senseless post I've got.
5:59 PM
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Things I want or I need to do before semestral break ends:
9:19 PM