randomly emo

random.

there are just those songs that never cease to make my eyes well up.

seriously.

the lyrics aren't even significant...ok, maybe they are. but not at this very moment, they aren't.

i should edit my Top Rated music on my iTunes now. they used to be love songs that were once meaningful to me and a certain someone. lately, whenever i listened to those songs, I find myself clicking the >> button more often before i feel the urge to smash my speakers through the monitor. haha. war freak!

anyway, i really should do that. i've been listening to a lot of emo songs. no, no, not because i constantly want to cry my eyes out, but because i refuse to listen to love songs that talk about grateful lovers in the stratosphere. whatever. i cannot relate with you, people. leave me alone. haha. bitter. no, i'm not.

i can very much relate to most of the songs o my Friendster profile. yeah, go figure. that's the main reason those songs are there: RELATEABILITY. sp check. ok, maybe not. word check, perhaps? whatever.

ok, it's almost midnight. i'll do that some other time. my back is starting to feel that annying little twitch. good night, world.

happy birthday!

happy birthday, nick carter!!!

ahahahahahaha. bleh :p oo, naaalala ko pa.

sakit na ng likod ko. magtatrabaho pa ako bukas.

good night, friendster.

5 more hours

i really really miss him.

gawd, i'm so pathetic.

but seriously, i have been thinking about the guy. and the fact that i have no idea where he is and what he's doing this very minute drives me crazy.

dangit.

and it's new year's eve over here in texas. whoohoo. technically, it's 5 more hours until the ball drops and we welcome 2007. i have no time to be all sappy and talk about the year's events that dragged me on a rollercoaster, but i will tell you one thing - it sure as hell has been a ride. and i have become a stronger person because of all those events. ahhh, the cliche. i sure as heck hate cliches. haha.

well, happy new year y'all! God bless us, everyone *weeeee*

at 3 am

Merry Christmas!

ok, why am i still awake at 3 o'clock in the morning when i have to be up by 9 to get myself ready to drive Grandma to church tomorrow? er, later today.

i started bummed out that the computer was shut down despite reminding the last person to use it that i would still go online after the said person was done checking email. yep, i definitely was annoyed that i had to switch it back on and wait for the blasted machine to reboot. *cough*whiner*cough*

but anyway, i started working on a new template for my blog. and i couldn't stop myself. and despite this pain shooting up my chest for no apparent reason, i choose to stay here in front of the computer screen and type away nonesense.

i wanted to write greeting cards and send them to my friends scattered across the planet, but i was too busy shopping for clothes that the money i had put aside to buy stamps has now turned into a denim skirt, a button-down blouse, a pair of black slacks, and several Rubbermaid bins. so how in the world will i be able to send these greeting cards now? and Christmas is over, as well. blah. i am so behind. one thing is for sure, though - i will get these sent. hmph.

and a few days ago, i finally gathered enough guts to rumage through the Ex-files. yes, i made a name up for it. yup, just now even. anyhow, i was looking for a picture that i thought i had misplaced. as it turned out, i didn't misplace it after all. it was just in the last place i looked. so back to the files...i actually realized something while digging through all the memorabilia - i think i can start writing that letter i've been wanting to write for the last 5 months. i'm doing SO much better these days. some things still have me confused though, but what the heck, "better" is good.

ok, it's now been 5 minutes or so since i started typing. i still haven't talked about anything stimulating for your brains, so au revoir. i really have to hit the sack.

y'all enjoy the holidays...

Random Messages, Random Annoyances

Kainis ito:

Hello miss! can u pls add me on ur friendster

eh, sino ka ba? di naman kita kilala. bakit kita ia-add?

please add me as your friend. (sabay bigay ng email address nya)

cheh! isa ka pa. bibigyan pa ako ng gagawin.

ay, ang cute ng dogs. can i ask one?

ano kamo? may itatanong ka sa aso?

What do u think is the difference when u were 18 and now that u r 23?

ano ito, tanong sa beauty pageant? tigilan mo nga ako.

how you doin?

um, close ba tayo?

i invites you to be my friend.

you "invites" me?

HELLO DEARST. How are you my nem (gives me his name here). I am happy to meet you i hope ypu will and i hope so to contact mi nice day to you.

huh? 'nuf said.

Message to self: Laureen, ang suplada mo forever. haha.

Random Tangents

this is dumb. dumass ka, prenster! my post just went kapoof into thin air with one click of the "Add Category," so i won't even try anything anymore. meaning...i have to type an entire post all over again. Grrrrr.

anyhey....

ngayon pala yun. di ko namalayan natapos nalang yung araw. dahil kaya marami lang akong ginagawa kaya nakalimutan ko? dahil busy lang ako? or dahil sinadya ko talagang makalimutan dahil wala naman talagang dapat i-celebrate? i dunno.

i've become such a cynic, too. cynic about love and all those love stories portrayed in the movies. i watched The Lake House last night and i just lost count of the number of times i was squirming in my seat wondering how that was even possible. and to think that i was dying...just DYING...to see that movie when it came out months ago. i even swore to buy the DVD. but i was attached then. i obviously didn't get the DVD and resorted to watching the movie on cable instead. but as i stared at the screen, i was shaking my head in disbelief and couldn't understand why the movie was supposed to be magical *cough*CYNIC*cough*

the movie was ok. ok, ok, i liked. there, you got me. but why would i not? my faves lead the character bill - Sandy and Keanu. and despite having already seen the original Korean flick, Il Mare, i still found myself at the edge of my seat. i still wanted kate and alex (it was alex, right?) to finally meet. i wanted to see how the American version would end. so i guess i still have that hopeless romatic streak in me, after all *sigh*

but yeah, i did have those cynical moments where i was like, "nakakainis yang babaeng yan, gusto kong pukpukin sa ulo" and "paano naman nangyari yun? hmph. kaasar." haha.

but you know what...i did watch the movie all over again a while ago. well, i tried to watch the entire movie. it just sucks that midway i got this blank black screen followed by the message "Your time to view this movie has expired. You can watch this again by ordering it from your remote." Ay, leche ka. so yeah, i was bummed.

so where exactly was i going with this nonsensical kwento? beats me. i wasn't even supposed to be typing this entry. instead, i'm supposed to be typing an essay about the purpose of the 14th and 15th amendments, and how they affected the lives of the average American. sounds heavenly, right? WRONG. i'm drowning in...in...basically nothing. i have no idea what to write. i am sad sad sad. pathetic even.

i haven't even updated my blogspot yet. well, i've been busy. exams left and right, Int'l EXPO, camping, Thanksgiving holiday, driving around, research - too much work here in Texas. right, i don't even have a job - a paying job, might i clarify that.

so anyway, i really should end my blabbing now. until the next round of blabbernothings...au revoir.

I Would Like To File A Complaint

Incessant ranting up ahead. If you can't take that, feel free to click on the little x on the top-right portion of your screen.

My schedule has been very hectic. I know it's so dumb, I don't even work. All I do is go to school full-time and I am complaining. Blah! I signed up for Tuesday and Thursday classes this semester and I'm in school from 6 in the bloody morning until 6 in the evening. WHY? Oh, I'll tell you why. Since I live 35 miles away from school, I refuse to drive myself on Texas freeway, so I carpool with Papa who has to go to work anyway. He leaves EARLY and heads home at about 6, so there you go. And I figured my vacant hours in between classes would allow me to do whatever research work I needed to get down, but it turns out, the hours aren't enough. I have so many papers to write. I have exams to study for.

Ahhh, all those papers I need to write...

  • Psychology Research Paper (my topic - my ever-favorite, fate in connection to personality)
  • History Mid-Term (all the research I have to do, and I still don't have my main source - my textbook)
  • Small Town Project (i need pictures, original documents, street maps, 2 interviews!!!)
  • Psychology Personality Paper (i'll be needing "guinea pigs" and i only know about a handful of people in Texas)

Which are all due in about a month an a half's time. And then there are all the exams that come right after each other, on top of quizzes, homework, map tests, notetaking. I've never complained about school like this - ever! At least, as far as I can remember. And I was hoping to get a job this semester, but I don't have the motivation to bring myself to the office and finalize my application because I have stuff to do. Since I can only work on Tuesdays and Thursdays, that just leaves me no more room to do research in school. Darnit! So I'm vacillating on the idea of just putting working off until next semester. That is until my parents bug to to go on and just do it. But nakakahiya dun sa tumulong sakin. She was really nice to me and then I'd put seeing her off. So I'm really confused. I don't wanna feel bad and I don't want to make it seem like I've ditched the prospect of being her employee.

On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, when I am supposed to be at home relaxing...I really can't. I still have more to study. My Music Appreciation class even requires that I study using the CD-Rom provided with our textbook. Music shouldn't be THIS frustrating. I had no choice really, it was either that or Art, and I am NOT an artist, hello. My History book hasn't even arrived yet when I ordered it online over 3 weeks ago. Stupid seller! Even my little internet usage does me no good. All I really do online is delete spam, read "short" forwarded message, and then sign-off and study. I don't have time to read long emails anymore - even the regular length emails. I can't even blog anymore. Huhu. I haven't been able to blog-hop either which results to my losing visitor hits. Blast! This blog entry results from the choice to either blog-hop and catch up with people or rant about how I can no longer enjoy the thrill of it.

I haven't been able to watch TV either. No more PrimeTime madness. Sad. Good thing we still have the DVR, so I can record the shows I've been missing. But I can't imagine what life would be like without it, and that's in 7 months time, when we have to return the apparatus and be DVR-less beings that we once were.

And I just found out that I am still a Freshman. And my GPA is going down the drain. All the more reason for me to stop slacking off and do everything in my power to study my butt off and bring it back up where it used to be. Well, ok, it's partly my fault, too because I had to ditch school and go shopping at Ayala and SM. Dumb dumb dumb. But why am I still a freshman? Because I've studied in 3 different colleges, and each had their own course requirements. Obviously, what is required in one school isn't needed in another. Estoofid! So I have to take SO much more credits before I can get my degree.

And of course, I have saved the best worst for last.

I'm so confused. I really really am. I don't know what I want to do anymore. About what you might ask? Well, that's the problem, I can't even talk about it, afraid that I just might end up hurting more people in the process. I'm not even sure if I should be this confused because I don't know if there really is "something" there. You know what I mean? Well, of course you don't. I am being extremely vague. *sigh* I don't know who to turn to because everyone is affected by this sticky situation. Ok, maybe they really aren't and I'm just being paranoid. But the truth of the matter is that I highly doubt anyone will understand what I'm going through. Sure I've received a ton of advice through the years relating to this same problem, despite it being nonexistent back then. Perhaps people knew all too well before I did that this is inevitable, while I was just shrugging them off, cursing under my breath, and wondering why I called this person a friend. I guess this is a bit different from what they expected. Even I didn't see this one coming. Which is another big reason why I can't figure out if I want to ask for advice. People do know though that I can pretty much take care of myself when it comes to big decisions like this. I know what I want and do anything I can to get it, so running to the nearest exit for help is always the last resort. What crapload!

I'm done complaining for the meantime. Talk to you later, folks!

Disturbing Leniency

I had my first exam of the semester last Tuesday in my Music Appreciation class. I seriously thought a music class would be a breeze, which is why I chose to take it instead of something else. Sure, you may say, how hard is it to listen to music? Right. The first couple of class meetings, I wanted to scream out "Bloody hell, why do I have to learn about textures, scales, and tonality, and whatever else when the course was supposed to teach me about music from the beginning of time?!" Obviously, I didn't do that. It didn't even help that my professor seemed to be all over the place most of the time. And when it was time to study for the exam, I felt like my notes were all jumbled up. Good thing I've made it a point to prepare reviewers, so it wasn't as bad. But the weekend was quite busy and I didn't have much time to study. I had asked Kuya to help me review and he went, "Ni, kelangan mo pang mag-aral" after giving me a mock exam. Shoot. I countered though (in my head of course and not out loud) that the test shouldn't be that bad because we did go over quite a few supposed test questions - over and over and over.

Come Tuesday, as much as I wanted to say that I was ready, I wasn't as confident as I should have been because I knew there was a Listening part and I still couldn't differentiate Monophonic melodies from Homophonic or Polyphonic. Blast!. When I was handed the test paper, I was actually quite surprised because it wasn't your ordinary American college test with mutiple choice questions. Instead, it reminded me more of an exam a Filipino teacher would give - fill in the blank, open-ended questions, matching type, enumeration. The only typical type of test missing was the Essay part. Haha. There were a couple of things I didn't know or couldn't remember, and the last section of the Listening part was just abysmal. We didn't go over the various textures as much as we should have and I was sure I would flunk that part.

Yesterday, we got our exam results. Not bad, I got myself an 86, screwing up on the part where I had to identify the textures. After handing out all the exam results, the professor gave us this spiel about wanting everyone to pass and talking about his going over the test questions. Like, seriously, it was spoonfeeding. And then he goes, "Do you believe in Justice or Mercy?" And I, being the Court TV fanatic I am, mumbled "Justice" when it was practically obvious where this discussion was going. Most of the people so-believed in Mercy, and so did our teacher. And I was caught off-guard when he said that he was going to give everyone a second shot at taking the test. What?! Seriously, was it THAT bad? How many people flunked the test?

Some of you might be thinking, "Oh, shut up - just because you got an 86." But really, people shouldn't have been getting scores below 50 - which seemed to be the case - because we've gone over the same material for two weeks already. So on Tuesday, he's letting us retake the exam. The exact same exam, might I add. Ok ok, so I should be thanking my lucky stars for 2nd chances. After all, people do deserve such. What just bothers me though is how incredulous it is that people would flunk on such easy material. It is just bizaare.

And also in the same class, we're assigned a musical composer to do a presentation on and every day, someone must present. Days have gone by and already a handful of people have missed their reporting dates because either they forgot it was due, they forgot they even had a report to do, or they just assumed they could do it the next class meeting. It's my professor's fault, too. I keep thinking that if this was a class in the Philippines, their actions would get them an automatic zero for that activity. And I actually think that's better - it'll teach people to be more responsible. Whenever my classmates say they've forgotten their report, my professor would just say, "Ok, be sure to bring your report to the next class. I really don't want this activity to be too far behind." And that's it?! On our syllabus, though, it does state that the report is an integral part of our grade, so he shouldn't be taking it as lightly as this. From the beginning, he should have laid down the law - if you fail to do your presentation the day it is due, there will be consequences. I think that's how it should've been.

In my Government class, it isn't much different. And because I am SO behind in these lectures because I don't really know squat about American politics, I have to write everything the professor says and be sure I understand what he's saying or writing on the board. He even has that Southern accent I adore, but the drawl is thick, and it is a struggling feat to understand him some times. Anyway, on Tuesday, the class was asked to bring a copy of the US Constitution to class for the discussion on Thursday. Come Thursday, when the assignment was brought up - and yes, you might have guessed correctly - there was an outburst of profanity as more than half the class forgot there was an assignment. Come to think of it, I think the entire class freaked out. So our teacher goes, "Just bring it to the next class." That was it?! I was floored. Ok fine, what punishment could be given to people who forget to bring a bunch of paper, right? Well, credit to those who brought their copies would be fine. Hmph! So after I had to search the internet for the bloody constitution (ok, I admit, it wasn't THAT hard - another point why I wasn't happy people didn't do it), we wouldn't use it until next week? Oh, people.

For some reason, I am so chatty today. And I'm not even halfway done talking about American education in general. One reason being that I saw this show on TV that talked about the abysmal education middle schoolers and high schoolers get in American schools. So yeah, until then...toodle-loo. It has been a while since I wrote on my Friendster blog. Embarrassing as it is that I am partially recycling this entry from my blogger, I find it worthy enough to be mentioned more than once in cyberspace ;)

Thank God it is Friday...I can try to relax a bit until schoolwork catches up to me.

The Words Of An Uninspired Blogger

My brain has been dead for the past week, which has unfortunately prevented me from writing a decent blog. Sure, I can muster up some words and formulate them into coherent sentences, but that's as far as it goes.

I used to be able to conjure up something that would seem interesting to read, like something about this so-called-life, and what makes it so rollercoaster-y. Or perhaps I could come up with something about love, yes young sweet love, that makes you weak at the knee whenever you are reminded of how it began. Because I, for a fact, am a product of that same young love. Ahhh, the remnants of my flowery high school life. No, not the wallflower type. My high school life is something worth reliving. Now if only I had a time machine. Ok, i'm drifting off again.

One of my English teachers has taught me that whenever an idea for an article comes about, one must record this, lest it be forgotten. Lately, my ideas creep into my brain at night in the dark when I am tucked under the covers getting ready to drift off to Dreamland. How uber-awesome is that? Not so. Of course by that time I would be too lazy to get out of bed and write what I just thought about. And that's been historically proven. My best ideas come late at night. Do I hear night person somewhere in the vicinity? Right. When assigned to write an essay for school, I can stay up all night with a deadline looming over my head with just a few hours to spare, and I'd have my essay at the break of dawn. Sure, I wouldn't get much sleep, but I got the task done. And it is just unfortunate that since I do not have a deadline to beat, it's still the same. There is just no reason for me to pull myself out of my sleepy reverie to write something down.

Yesterday, while I was in the car enjoying the Texas scenery, things suddenly popped in my head. Normally, I had a notebook and a pen ready for me to jot down these things, but of course, as ironic as it would be, these two important things were nowhere in sight because it was the one day that I decided I didn't want to take a purse with me, which of course contained my pen & paper.

When I'm watching a movie or listening to a song, my family would laugh at me when they find me furiously scribbling something on paper, and say "Ano nanaman yang naisip mo?" I have written down a gazillion things - many I have written about, while some others obliterated like some archived part of forgotten history.

Well, for one thing, my life hasn't been that much interesting lately. Not like it was before, but what can you expect when you've just moved to a new part of the country and you're broke? Yes, nothing much. Or maybe I have been going to some places worth mentioning, but am just too lazy to sit down and write about it. Ok, in fairness to myself, I have managed to post and upload some pictures and write something about them. If I haven't been able to make it clear already, it takes time for me to write an essay. I do a lot of writing and rewriting. When I have my draft, which I had to painstakingly write down on paper, I would type it out the next day (or a few hours later) and do revisions while doing so. Tiring process, I know.

In reality, though, I can find something to write about concerning just anything, like how the heat is scorching in Southern Texas, or how bright it still is at 9 o'clock at night. Or the four types of clouds in the sky. Or the house being under construction. Or the next movie I would want to see. Or the mere fact that my boyfriend is a thousand miles away from where I want him to be (or where he wants me to be, however you want to look at it). This one of course being the most obvious as it has been repeated over and over and over. Everything seems to hold something note-worthy if given the proper backdrop - which I of course am lazy to think of.

And as if not being able to write a blog entry is enough, I can't even gather the words to reply to people's friendly emails and messages to me. I feel like a very bad person. Ugh! Sure, how hard is it to return the hello and ask how the person has been doing since the last time you've seen them? I do want something more than that. Like this letter from one of my friends, it is full of updates about how her life has been going. It would be a shame if I just replied with a "That's great to hear" and bid her good-bye. Right.

Since I've been such a disgrace to the blogging world, I have decided to soak myself in Photoshop. I'm not much of an artist, if you must know. The layouts I come up with is just pure luck. Doesn't everyone say that? But yes, I would rather pour out my frustrations in colors these days than in words, which of course is obvious in my latest blog layout (on blogspot, that is). It is a drab old shade of gray - so uninspired. Even the side panel picture is recycled. Haha. I'm trying to imagine (yes IMAGINE is the word, indeed) that I am happy and chirpy, and very girly just to come up with a cheerful layout this time around.

So here goes another entry of blabbernothings. And what is a better way to end it? How in the world would I know? I'm already having trouble starting one, so you can't expect me to know how to end it, now do you? Until then.

Only In The Philippines

Obenieta: Chuckle the beloved country
By Myke U. Obenieta
So to speak
www.sunstar.com.ph

While fire is spouted off in the country's capital, where the voice of reason is hardly heard through the heat of political ferment, the rest of the nation can only spit out a certain dryness in the mouth. How dare Manila speak for the entire Philippine population?

For those in the Visayas baring their fangs against a long-perceived imperial hauteur, there's a tickle in the tongue over a recent hue and cry: the birth of a Bisdak Republic.

Never mind all our heroes who died for an unchained but united archipelago.

But considering how observers of this so-called "Pearl of the Orient Seas" can only roll cynical eyeballs against the swell of a sinking feeling, there's no putdown epithet more apt than the offhand ode to our uniqueness as a race: "Only in the Philippines."

Hereunder is a catalogue of catty observation from someone in my e-group. Bring it on, or so Bisdaks may wink and wince at this bittersweet view of the Philippines:

"Where people speak all kinds of languages, and still call it Tagalog.

Where call center employees earn more money than teachers and nurses. Where even doctors, lawyers and engineers are unemployed.

Where the school is considered the second home and the mall considered as third.

Where students pay more money than they will earn afterwards. Where every street has a basketball court, and every town only has one public school.

Where kids dream of becoming pilots, doctors, actors and basketball players.

Where crossing the street involves running for your dear life. Where flyovers bring you from the freeway to the side streets. Where honking of car horns is a way of life. Where flood waters take up more than 90 percent of the streets during the rainy season. Where traffic signs are merely suggestions, not regulations. Where the definition of traffic is the "non-movement" of vehicles.

Where everyone has his personal ghost story. Where everything can be forged. Where people can pay to defy the law. Where being held up is normal because it happens to everyone.

Where even the poor get to wear Ralph Lauren and Tommy Hilfiger and the latest cell phones (GSM - galing sa magnanakaw). Where Starbucks coffee is more expensive than gas. Where all kinds of animals are edible. Where fastfood is a diet meal. Where water can only be classified as tap and dirty, and clean water is for sale (P35 per gallon).

Where tourist spots is where Filipinos do not (or cannot) go.

Where a personal computer is mainly used for games and Friendster. Where billiards is a sport, and playing darts is a bar game.

Where colonial mentality is denied. Where wearing national colors make you "baduy." Where everything is spoofed.

Where being called a bum is never offensive. Where everyone has a relative abroad who keeps them alive.

Where the church governs the people. Where the government makes the people pray for miracles.

Where rodents are normal house pets. Where soap operas tell the realities of life and where the news provides the drama.

Where actors make the rules. Where politicians provide the entertainment.

Where cigarettes and alcohol are a necessity. Where lottery is a commodity.

Where everyone wants to leave the country."

I miss you, Pilipinas! =)

I Swear, I Don't Swear

Masarap sanang murahin ang sekretarya ng hayskul ko.

If only I could do that, I would. But of course, I have to be the bigger person and not reduce her to something less than human.

I've already blogged about how I asked my friend Eleanor to get Kuya and me new copies of our Form 137-A from our high school. Since Ronald had already gone through the arduous task a year before, I decided that he sit this one out coz he's been in such a rut lately. I had to call my high school and request it and then I sent the FAX letters for both Kuya & me (one for each of us) and had to call back to make sure they received it and that they read the contents of the letters properly. Well, of course, the secretary didn't even bother and insisted that she only make one copy for each of us. I repeated myself over and over and told her that we cannot open the envelopes because opening them would make them void and unofficial.

When Eleanor picked up our forms, she told me that the secretary told her that this would be the last time I could request for a form and that I was hard-headed and stubborn. Heck yeah, I'm stubborn, especially if people insist on not doing their jobs as they're supposed to.

I received one envelope a couple of weeks ago, to my dismay. I thought Len had forgotten to pick up a form for Kuya as well. Or maybe the post office lost it. I sent her offline messages on YM since I couldn't call her. When she finally did go online, she told me that there were two forms inside the envelope.

Crap.

I was furious because Len said the secretary insisted that they only send one envelope. Why the bloody hell? She clearly wasn't listening to me when I told her we aren't allowed to open envelopes. While I was in a phone conversation with the secretary, she said she can only make one copy for each of us, and it would be our responsibilty of having them photocopied. Uh, why can she not make more than one copy when these are my records? I seriously wanted to talk to the registrar when I was talking to her because she was just frustrating me. A form is worth 50 pesos, so naturally, that includes an envelope for each request, right? She isn't paying for them, so why be so tihik in giving an envelope. And it was only addressed to me. Hello?! That is the very reason why I sent them TWO AUTHORIZATION LETTERS, so that she would be aware that these are TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE requesting for a form. Stupid moron.

I'm mad at her.

This morning, Len sent me offline messages apologizing for the mishap, and asked me if I was mad at her. I may be a little iffy at Len coz she didn't insist on separating the forms like what Ronald would have done. But bottomline is, it isn't her fault that the secretary is stupid.

She even had the gall to say I'm the stubborn one?! Well, she's the one who ignored my discrete instructions. Not thinking. tsktsktsk.

May God bless her.

Say What Now?

There is something seriously wrong with my Yahoo Inbox. I just wanted to rant about that. I've always loved how purple my Inbox was and now it is one boring, plain, and ugly white page with blue texts for links. It's been looking like that for 3 days now. The odd thing is that my inbox looks fine on other computers and only my inbox is ugly on our home computer. That sucks bad. *hmph*

And the other gay thing is that my computer is so over-protective. I have no qualms about it shielding me from pop-ups, especially those unwanted ones that say I've won something spectacular...uh, right. So anyway, my father-figure of a computer blocks all pop-ups like they're all bad, even when the pop-up is from a safe website. Even though I keep clicking on the VIEW link, the "Pop-Up Has been Blocked" appears to no end. And yes, I have already adjusted those thingies on the Toolbar whateverness. Haha, I don't even know what the right term for those options are. The bottom line is that pop-ups from safe websites should be appearing.

So yeah, hey, spring break is over and I'm back in school. Whoop-de-doo...NOT. Tell me if there is ever a person out there who enjoys the stress of taking exams and analyzing ethical problems until your brain cells are sucked dry. Ok ok, there is a positive outcome from studying and returning to school after a week from break...the days of the calendar go by and day by day I come closer to getting my long sought-after degree. It's about time, ya' know. I'm tired. I need to get work nd earn my own money so I can shop. Haha. Ok...so I can buy my own car and my own house and all those shallow-sounding things that are in fact essential in today's world. Whatever. And I have to save up some money for my wedding so I can get married and start a family with about a hundred kids. Once again, I'm kidding about the kids. You don't expect me to pop kids out of me until I'm old and gray now, do you?

Oh, funny thing about that. One of my best friends in high school thought I had gotten married during our slump period of being "out of touch." And a few other friends I had just recently talked to asked me similar questions. Quite odd. Yeah, like I would get married in my early twenties. Although, the idea doesn't seem that shady to me. I wonder what would have come about had I stayed in Cebu. Hmmm, just a thought. But I do have doubts my parents would've allowed me to get married. They're still giving me a hard time now that I'm practically the same age as most young couples out there.

Hey, now why am I taking about getting married, for heaven's sake? *rechanneling thoughts of grandeur*

The Deaprtment Head of my program will let me start my practicum in the summer, despite my absence during the supposed "mandatory meeting for first time practicumers." That either means the meeting wasn't mandatory at all and was just giving us a scare or that he actually thinks I have earned his admiration and he wants me to start as soon as possible. Yes, I choose to believe in the latter. The thing is, I can't start practicum in the summer even if I want to. There are things going on in my life that I have to take care of. It isn't something as dramatic as a terminal illness or something of the sort...but it is something life-changing...yet again.

If you actually know me personally, you'd probably figure out what that is anyway. *Hint hint* The story of my life. I'll let the secret break lose once the time is right. I definitely don't want to jinx anything.

Moving on...

So how was my spring break, you might ask. You aren't asking? I'll tell you anyway because the past week made me happy. I caught up with high school friends, online of course. What else do you expect? I'm, like, a thousand miles away from everyone I know. And I downloaded, yes legally, songs from my trustworthy system and burned a CD for myself. *yay* I'm so hooked on Pinoy Rock songs these days that I dug up my song hits from eons ago to look for song titles. The songs on my iTunes now plays for 1.2 days. Haha. Disclaimer: No, the hours did not accumulate that fast during the week. It was about almost a day already before spring break.

I'm so lazy. I mean really. I'm actually going to post the same entry in separate blogs. haha. I can't thnk and I find no time to type entirely different ideas in one day. I'll need the remainder of the day..which roughly translates to "blogging a new entry tomorrow." So sue me, like I care.

Heck, this entry isn't even as mind-boggling and note-worthy as it should be. It doesn't even make sense as there is no theme. I am hopeless today. Haha. Until then...

Au revoir.

Merry Christmas!

It's Christmas Eve, folks. *yay* I actually have nothing stimulating to talk about. My brain cells are squeezed dry and I am in no festive mood to make something up. haha. On the bright side, if you want to read about 'ole St. Nick, go here *shameless plug*

So...I might as well bid you adieu. Merry Christmas everyone, and to all a good night. muahaha. God bless us everyone =)

All I Want For Christmas Is You
- M. Carey - W. Afanasieff -

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There's just one thing I need
I don't care about presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true...
All I want for Christmas
Is you...

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you...
You baby

I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow
I'm just gonna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe
I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won't even stay awake to
Hear those magic reindeer click
'Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do
Baby all I want for Christmas is you
You...

All the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children's
Laughter fills the air
And everyone is singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa won't you bring me the one I really need
Won't you please bring my baby to me

Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
I just want to see baby
Standing right outside my door
Oh I just want him for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is
You

All I want for Christmas is you baby
[repeat]

Parehas lagi sila ug nawong

A few days ago while I was watching TV, I was dumbfounded by this picture I saw on the screen and was compelled to search for that picture online the next day. The show was about the homes of celebrities as they were growing up, and there was this one actor who had this resemblance with my boyfriend. I mean seriously, I'm not kidding. Or maybe I just miss him too much that even the slightest bit of similarities between the pictures made me assume they did. haha. I dunno.

So anyway, when I woke up the next day and went online, I spent the entire morning looking for that picture - almost 5 hours looking through numerous websites, fansites and whatever picture gallery I found on the net. I was about to give up when on the last page of the picture gallery I found it...THE picture. I was so happy. haha. I am such a dweeb. I'm too lazy to post it here, so check it out in my other blog (*shameless plug* haha), and judge for yourself. My boyfriend might kill me if he finds out I posted his picture on my blog. ahaha. Whatever.

I'm tired now. I must play The Sims. haha.

What the...?

It's the 1st of July na!!!

Ang pangit namn ng bagong Friendster. I mean yung pag-naclick mo yung MY PROFILE, ito ang itsura. Have you seen it na? You already might have kasi andito ka nga eh. Pero di nga, mejo di ko sya feel. Maybe because bago palang, pero seriously, bakit nila pinalitan? ito oh, screenshots I took of the now and then Friendster looks:

Fster_2 

  THEN

Fster2_1

NOW (click to enlarge photo)

So ayun nga. Ang weird noh. First of all, why would you put the ABOUT ME section all the way on the bottom of the page? Bakit partial testimonials lang? Yung tipong first sentence lang ang nakikita tapos biglang may link na (read more...). Basta di ko sya feel. Well, at least that's MY opinion.

*sigh* yun lang ang sharing ko for today. I'm so bored. bukas my Kuya turns 23, di na kami magka-edad. hehe. then on the 4th birthday ng boyfriend ko & anniv ng parents ko. sana manuod kami ng fireworks. tapos next week, i have 2 exams: on Wedenesday and Thursday. final na namin yung sa Wednesday. yun lang naman. hahay. ano pa ba? sige til here na muna. I have other things to attend to...

Bago Sya

Kalog talaga ito.

Anyway, Istarted a new blog on Friendster dahil..ako ay isang ewan. Oo, ewan nga ako. Di ko nga alam kung bakit ko dinelete yung isa eh, yun rin naman ang itsura. Diba para akong sira? Weird na kung weird.

Wala lang. I was trying to import an entry from my blospot, pero kalog nga ito eh. Ayaw ba naman. Kalog ka nga Friendster Blogs. Ayun, kaya napilitan akong mag-type.

Ano pa ba? Alam nyo ba? Syempre hindi pa...lokoloko talaga yung school ko ngayon. Ayaw nilang i-evaluate yung Transcript ko from DVC kasi wala pa yung TOR ko from USC tapos ngayon sasabihan nila ako na ifi-freeze nila yung registration ko for fall. Tanga talaga.

What the hey...di pwede i-press ang DELETE button. Abnormal talaga. Ano pa ba? Yun lang..tinatamad ako...miss ko na yung old Friendster blog ko. OA ko talaga. Weird ko kasi eh, dinelete ko sya. Sadness.