description someday.
right now, too lazy.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
the time machine worked!
this is so six years ago!
this is our version of high school musical. we're classmates in high school and our christmas party is a musical (karaoke much).
you know you're amor 2002 if...
1. you argue until you're blue in the face about moneys.
2. you never tire of a christina-britney duel.
3. you wish someone's going to ditch so you won't have to worry about erm, childlike things on occasion. (anudaw)
4. you know george is an honorary amorsolo member.
5. you love the oscars.
thanks may for the pictures.
aileen, we're waiting for yours.
attendance:
aileen (and george), jurica, cj (and rein), venz, james, zharica, abigail, kaye, may, rachelle, ency, paula, moi, cindy, alain, dominique, jayson, peter, and renson. yay! twenny.
sa lahat ng losersmuch na wala, see you summer. mam darnie's coming home!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
before the memory dies down
I had a mean crush on my philo teacher in college. I tried to be poised around him but I always ended up making a complete fool of myself.
One time, he caught me singing to a hairbrush. So I ran to the bathroom.
I had trouble staying focused when I knew he'd be a few feet away. His orange cap is a dead give-away. Having bionic radar and eyesight and super peripheral visions not to mention amazing stalking skills, I'd know when he was in a ten-mile radius (of course I exaggerate). At the slightest detection of his presence, I'd have rundown ten possible scenarios of how I would strike a conversation with him. My friends think I'm being stupid. And looking back, I know they were right.
None of the scenarios in my head worked. Funny, things always turned out better than I had imagined.
So there.
Mr. D. 'Twas nice knowing you. Congratulations on your engagement!
One time, he caught me singing to a hairbrush. So I ran to the bathroom.
I had trouble staying focused when I knew he'd be a few feet away. His orange cap is a dead give-away. Having bionic radar and eyesight and super peripheral visions not to mention amazing stalking skills, I'd know when he was in a ten-mile radius (of course I exaggerate). At the slightest detection of his presence, I'd have rundown ten possible scenarios of how I would strike a conversation with him. My friends think I'm being stupid. And looking back, I know they were right.
None of the scenarios in my head worked. Funny, things always turned out better than I had imagined.
So there.
Mr. D. 'Twas nice knowing you. Congratulations on your engagement!
Friday, November 14, 2008
no, chef jas wasn't the only one in europe
my pathetic attempt at shaking the bitterness away.
i'm glad albus is so fabulous. *hugs albus*
of course, i'll blog about it
tan-tanan-naaaan!
and only ten days into the sticker frenzy. that's a record for me; i only joined the band wagon last year. this isn't for me, though. my officemate already called dibs on this one (since february, harhar). i do have the black and blue versions in my line-up but someone (actually some-two's) have already muscled their way into getting them. now, i'm not saying who they are for, so if you remember it was you, please give me a shove or something.
it seems odd though that the sparkhope project wasn't mentioned on this one. did i miss any announcement? what about the beneficiaries for this? somehow the sticker collection lost all it's luster now that the project was not involved. weird. anyhoos, my only consolation for what would be a probable nervous breakdown someday is that the recipients (i call them my collectees) of these planners will be happy, at least.
what's in it for me? more of these. duh.
and definitely these!!!
again, all lectures on 'the evils of overpriced coffee' will fall on deaf ears, so i beg you, spare yourself the effort.
i will not yield! bwahaha.
happy holidays, folks!
and only ten days into the sticker frenzy. that's a record for me; i only joined the band wagon last year. this isn't for me, though. my officemate already called dibs on this one (since february, harhar). i do have the black and blue versions in my line-up but someone (actually some-two's) have already muscled their way into getting them. now, i'm not saying who they are for, so if you remember it was you, please give me a shove or something.it seems odd though that the sparkhope project wasn't mentioned on this one. did i miss any announcement? what about the beneficiaries for this? somehow the sticker collection lost all it's luster now that the project was not involved. weird. anyhoos, my only consolation for what would be a probable nervous breakdown someday is that the recipients (i call them my collectees) of these planners will be happy, at least.
what's in it for me? more of these. duh.
and definitely these!!!again, all lectures on 'the evils of overpriced coffee' will fall on deaf ears, so i beg you, spare yourself the effort. i will not yield! bwahaha.
happy holidays, folks!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
for remembrance's sake
On a boring day like today (which isn't entirely true since I have lots on my to-do list), my thoughts drift back to my dormer days in Breha. The office atmosphere should help me snap out of it but the air-conditioning (and the rain) only reinforces the reverie.
For the four most amazing years I have ever known, the Baguio Residence Hall became an almost-sanctuary, well, not on my freshman year; that's another story. Sometimes I still imagine I'd wake up in the lower bunk- I always get the lower bed- and stare at crush-of-the-week's picture I tacked on the canopy. That's hardly the case now because the ceiling in my room is waaay above.
Back to my dorm rooms. Two years I lived on the second floor cursing those on the top floor for their running sprees. Some people say though, that the footsteps we hear are actually ghosts lurking in every room. Whatever, yaya. On my last two years, I was given revenge opportunities for being stationed at the third floor. I didn't abuse the privilege, though as I was always on late permits and overnights.
What's common in all floors however, is the rude wake up call of distress. One Brehan will always, always wonder where her water reserve or toiletries went. I had episodes like that as well but surprisingly, I find myself forgiving.
My dorm mates had misconceptions on the origin of my species. I especially like that about my dorm experience. They can guess all they want but only three girls (five on my second year) every year really get to know the real me. Malas lang nila. Bwahahaha.
In Breha I learned mean survival skillz that I bet are the marks of a real Brehan.
1. We know the real deal (or all real deals) behind 'dorm mates forever.' Non-brehans who relay the story are not too convincing.
2. We know how to react upon hearing 'silence!'
3. We also know how to defend ourselves when we hear 'paa!'
4. We know how to dip the make-shift dipper in big drums when the toilet flushes in school don't work (as they usually do).
5. We have had to 'igib' pails and pails of water and move them up three flights of stairs. If we do it without any spill, we earn an unspoken respect from the dorm managers.
6. We have mastered the art of packing by practicing every sembreak when boxes and packing tape go out of stock in most stores. The real test of packing prowess comes when you fetch your things the following semester in good condition.
7. We have honed our talents and kapalmuks skills on our freshman year when we had to present almost-embarassing things to everyone's delight... or ire. Sometimes the upper classmen are unforgiving.
8. We have bullying-repellant expertise. Been there, done that. Had fun doing that.
9. We get to be serenaded by the three political parties in school. Try harder. Bwaha.
10. We know how to effectively reserve spaces for when a big GA comes up. This comes in handy in real life when one has to reserve a space at the bus or in any public place.
11. We know how to conceal 'borrowing' other people's personal stuff. Ay nako, aminin.
12. We know how to log onto logbooks with accurate calculations of the time and date we did what we had to do.
13. We virtually have pretty good excuses why we fail to do what we need to do.
14. We know how a locator chart works (and how to tweak it to our own advantage).
15. We know how to fight for our rights when our eggs are not done well. Ha.
16. We've mastered interview situations just to retain our spot in breha naming mahal.
17. We love that it doesn't take more than P500 for our monthly fees. At least until 2006.
18. We stage a mean Open House as if fish crackers and cinnamon are the only food we know and we successfully 'corner' the sunshine of our lives. Yes, charms.
19. When it's Purple vs. Yellow, expect mayhem and madness.
20. Intrams are worth cheering for. Because it is typical we win. Harhar.
There'd be lots more.
Not all UP Baguio alumni will be able to relate... sometimes I'd like to think Breha is an exclusive soro house and I'm so blessed to have stayed there for four years.
Yes, even when I hold the record for most log on the home, late permit and overnight logbooks all four years put together.
Keep wondering folks. ;)
For the four most amazing years I have ever known, the Baguio Residence Hall became an almost-sanctuary, well, not on my freshman year; that's another story. Sometimes I still imagine I'd wake up in the lower bunk- I always get the lower bed- and stare at crush-of-the-week's picture I tacked on the canopy. That's hardly the case now because the ceiling in my room is waaay above.
Back to my dorm rooms. Two years I lived on the second floor cursing those on the top floor for their running sprees. Some people say though, that the footsteps we hear are actually ghosts lurking in every room. Whatever, yaya. On my last two years, I was given revenge opportunities for being stationed at the third floor. I didn't abuse the privilege, though as I was always on late permits and overnights.
What's common in all floors however, is the rude wake up call of distress. One Brehan will always, always wonder where her water reserve or toiletries went. I had episodes like that as well but surprisingly, I find myself forgiving.
My dorm mates had misconceptions on the origin of my species. I especially like that about my dorm experience. They can guess all they want but only three girls (five on my second year) every year really get to know the real me. Malas lang nila. Bwahahaha.
In Breha I learned mean survival skillz that I bet are the marks of a real Brehan.
1. We know the real deal (or all real deals) behind 'dorm mates forever.' Non-brehans who relay the story are not too convincing.
2. We know how to react upon hearing 'silence!'
3. We also know how to defend ourselves when we hear 'paa!'
4. We know how to dip the make-shift dipper in big drums when the toilet flushes in school don't work (as they usually do).
5. We have had to 'igib' pails and pails of water and move them up three flights of stairs. If we do it without any spill, we earn an unspoken respect from the dorm managers.
6. We have mastered the art of packing by practicing every sembreak when boxes and packing tape go out of stock in most stores. The real test of packing prowess comes when you fetch your things the following semester in good condition.
7. We have honed our talents and kapalmuks skills on our freshman year when we had to present almost-embarassing things to everyone's delight... or ire. Sometimes the upper classmen are unforgiving.
8. We have bullying-repellant expertise. Been there, done that. Had fun doing that.
9. We get to be serenaded by the three political parties in school. Try harder. Bwaha.
10. We know how to effectively reserve spaces for when a big GA comes up. This comes in handy in real life when one has to reserve a space at the bus or in any public place.
11. We know how to conceal 'borrowing' other people's personal stuff. Ay nako, aminin.
12. We know how to log onto logbooks with accurate calculations of the time and date we did what we had to do.
13. We virtually have pretty good excuses why we fail to do what we need to do.
14. We know how a locator chart works (and how to tweak it to our own advantage).
15. We know how to fight for our rights when our eggs are not done well. Ha.
16. We've mastered interview situations just to retain our spot in breha naming mahal.
17. We love that it doesn't take more than P500 for our monthly fees. At least until 2006.
18. We stage a mean Open House as if fish crackers and cinnamon are the only food we know and we successfully 'corner' the sunshine of our lives. Yes, charms.
19. When it's Purple vs. Yellow, expect mayhem and madness.
20. Intrams are worth cheering for. Because it is typical we win. Harhar.
There'd be lots more. Not all UP Baguio alumni will be able to relate... sometimes I'd like to think Breha is an exclusive soro house and I'm so blessed to have stayed there for four years.
Yes, even when I hold the record for most log on the home, late permit and overnight logbooks all four years put together.
Keep wondering folks. ;)
Sunday, November 09, 2008
detour... zeela version
more pictures from the best week of 2008.
zeela took forever to upload them but we-hell, i shall still post because i love NL like whoa!
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Hohoho
I'm feeling the season earlier this year which means I'll be off to some serious Christmas shopping and arts and crafts projects. Let's get busy!Consider this my official gift registry.
1. High School Musical DVD. First movie, please and thank you.
2. Hannah Montana 2 CD.
3. Breaking Dawn and Eclipse, Stephenie Meyer. Coz I'm too poor already.
4. The Murry Quartet, Madeleine L'engle. I lost my copies. I have my copy of Many Waters somewhere in my blackhole so I just need these three.
- A Wrinkle in Time
- A Wind in the Door
- A Swiftly Tilting Planet
Howkei, to make this interesting, let's kris (aquino) kringle. You cast your dibs on any item on my list and I'll get you something from your wishlist. And yes, PieArrianeMaroseJean AteDeeDia CindyKathyGel SBCCfriendsandchildhoodplaymates onlinefriends, I am talking to you. Let's wish and dance and be merry.
Happy holidays!
Monday, November 03, 2008
Bleep
There's something about trips going north that soothes the proverbial savage beast in me (yes, there is one lurking beneath my kikay exterior). It could be that the (tres cool) SCTEX is such a delightful cruise or the fact that the clouds today practically told me a secret. A change in routine is therapeutic, I must say.
It really is rather refreshing to wake and get up before the sun is up. What do you know, sunlight really does wonders. And the sky was so clear and bright. Hay. Colors.
Something tells me the following days will be worth waking up to.
***
So I watch high school musical 3 at every free chance I get (which has become every other day) and every time gives me goosebumps of sorts.
I've had two senior years in my life and nothing compares to watching hsm3 senior year. Yesss... whataloser. Let me recall my own high school senior year...
...
Big whoop.
As for the college version, I suppose I had more fun here being busy with my last sem, the tres fabu shalala yearbook, and playing villain to most of my friends.
Ulk. I don't hab a layp. I relate better to musical teenybopper flicks than reality.
***
It's official. I've boarded the single forever ship and it's leaving the dock. Adios.
And I blame Edward Cullen for it. I should have heeded my friend's warning and stayed away from the Twilight saga (after all, I've put off the reading list for almost two years; now I buckle). She explicitly told me to get into a relationship first before I read about the hawtie hawt hawt vampire lest my standards shoot up to unbelievable, unattainable heights. Well, too late for that. So yes, mortals, goodbye!
I had to use my weird bengali accent when reading his parts so he won't have to be sooooo perfect. My plan failed. There's nothing more I can do with the Edward Cullen in my head.
***
How's pink hair for me? Likey?
Wig courtesy of ate riz.
It really is rather refreshing to wake and get up before the sun is up. What do you know, sunlight really does wonders. And the sky was so clear and bright. Hay. Colors.
Something tells me the following days will be worth waking up to.
***
So I watch high school musical 3 at every free chance I get (which has become every other day) and every time gives me goosebumps of sorts.
I've had two senior years in my life and nothing compares to watching hsm3 senior year. Yesss... whataloser. Let me recall my own high school senior year...
...
Big whoop.
As for the college version, I suppose I had more fun here being busy with my last sem, the tres fabu shalala yearbook, and playing villain to most of my friends.
Ulk. I don't hab a layp. I relate better to musical teenybopper flicks than reality.
***
It's official. I've boarded the single forever ship and it's leaving the dock. Adios.
And I blame Edward Cullen for it. I should have heeded my friend's warning and stayed away from the Twilight saga (after all, I've put off the reading list for almost two years; now I buckle). She explicitly told me to get into a relationship first before I read about the hawtie hawt hawt vampire lest my standards shoot up to unbelievable, unattainable heights. Well, too late for that. So yes, mortals, goodbye!
I had to use my weird bengali accent when reading his parts so he won't have to be sooooo perfect. My plan failed. There's nothing more I can do with the Edward Cullen in my head.
***
How's pink hair for me? Likey?Wig courtesy of ate riz.
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