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John Tucker Must Die [20 Sep 2007|12:01am] [ mood | restless ] [ music | The Best of Me - The Starting Line ] Only, my life isn't a movie. Although sometimes I wish it were, when someone can give me the script, I can memorize the lines and breeze through conversation. I wish I can cue the credits because I want this to end, I really do...only it won't. ...And yes, you can have my watch. I'm giving it to you, you don't even need to ask. post comment

Rationalizing my guilt [05 Dec 2006|12:33am] [ mood | guilty ] [ music | Boston - Augustana ] "I am so poor! I want to buy those pants!" "Cria..." "I hate being poor. Poverty, Isa. P-O-V-E-R-T-Y!" "You want, I'll libre you starbucks later?" "Really??.....Ay wait! Are you taking pity on me?! I'm poor and fat!" "No..." "So, what? Wala kang awa sa poor and fat girl?" "Ay! What do you want me to answer?" It's hard to look at a man so burdened with work--work that pays barely past minimum wage. Especially if you just spend 200php for a manicure; money he could've spent eating a meal he deserved. Was he married? I spot a gold band on his right ring finger. It makes me feel even worse; when 12 hours earlier I was whining to my roommate about how poor and impoverished I was for not having enough cash to buy a pair of jeans. I disrespected the world "poverty", reducing its heartbreaking and discouraging connotation into a word one uses if one lacks money to buy an overpriced product of probably, child labour. Who was I to use such a word? It was borderline elitist. I considered myself underprivileged for not being able to shop?! How could I when people outside my world were sweeping streets and wiping windows to buy food. I on the other hand, spent an hour and a half rambling to my blockmates about how I never want to go back to a bazaar without cash, stomping my feet and crossing my arms. I feel so guilty looking at him. I know he deserves better, he has hit a nerve. I half want to march over and hug him. His kids must miss him a lot. He impatiently looks out the window. I bet he's thinking of them. I bet he is dreading every missed first step, first word, his older son's recital. His body looks tired as he slumps down even while standing up. His eyes look sad. It turns out Isa and I really did spend the night in Starbucks. I paid for my own drink though, leaving me with 350php for the week. I planned on giving the man--who I think deserves to be called a hero--a drink. It will hopefully stop him from sleeping, but then again, it will give him more time to miss his family. In the end I just gave him a "Good night, Kuya." One good night i think he truly deserves. 1 comment|post comment

Project for Economics [05 Dec 2006|12:12am] This is a project for my economics class so please, don't mind this. My computer's down so I have to use this just incase next week's news provides a different view on Mexico's economy. Please don't mind this! :) LEE Hamilton A difficult road for Mexico Over the weekend, Felipe Calderon was sworn in as Mexico's next president. His inauguration took place against a backdrop of bitter political division and huge challenges to Mexico's democracy. Mexico's July election was originally too close to call; it took several days for Calderon to be declared the winner. His leftist opponent, Andres Manuel Lopez Obrador, demanded a recount and called for large street protests. In September, Calderon was certified the winner, but Lopez Obrador maintains that widespread voter fraud took place, has declared himself the "legitimate president of Mexico," and vows to preside over a shadow government. For Mexico's relatively young democracy, these are trying times. In addition to this tumultuous political environment, Calderon must tackle the huge challenges facing Mexico. Dramatic income inequality, which feeds the discontent felt by many of Lopez Obrador's supporters, has only sharpened as globalization accelerates. A corporatist economy leads to unhealthy monopolies, notably in Mexico's energy sector. The education system is not meeting the country's needs. Weak police forces are beset by corruption and a lack of accountability. A thriving drug trade leads too often to violence. Poor infrastructure needs to be upgraded. Calderon, a professional politician without extensive administrative experience, has outlined a commendable program of reform. His platform offers many changes that Mexico needs: strengthening the rule of law and Mexico's democratic institutions; moving toward some form of universal health care; creating jobs and fighting poverty; and breaking the stranglehold that Mexico's elite holds over the economy. Calderon is pledging to pursue "a common agenda" across Mexico's divided party lines to achieve these goals. But he will have to act quickly and boldly to succeed. Mexico's president only serves one six-year term; significant programs must be implemented early in a president's term, or else he risks becoming a lame duck. Meanwhile, the political environment is stacked against Calderon. Only 37 percent of the electorate voted for him, and he does not have a majority in Mexico's legislature. The United States must make it a priority to help Calderon succeed. The last few years have been difficult for the U.S.-Mexican relationship. The strong anti-immigrant tone in parts of the U.S. has strained our relations, and the open question of immigration reform hangs over our bilateral relationship. Yet the Harvard-educated Calderon offers us the opportunity to work with a friend in Latin America, which has become distinctly more anti-American in recent years. We have a significant stake in Calderon's success. It is in America's interests - and Mexico's - to help Calderon improve border security, crack down on crime and the drug trade, and increase economic opportunities for Mexicans, including those in the rural economy. Any long-term solution to illegal immigration to the United States must include the continued development of Mexico's economy. For all of its problems, Mexico has made notable progress in recent years. It is Latin America's largest economy, and it has achieved reasonable economic stability. It has boosted exports, as well as foreign investment. And it has taken important steps away from its authoritarian past. Calderon must consolidate and advance those gains. He must reach out beyond his own voters, and govern for the have-nots who opposed him, not just the haves who supported him. If he does, he will do much to diminish Lopez Obrador's aggressive challenge to the legitimacy of Mexican democracy. If he does not, the uncertainty that has hung over Mexico in recent months will grow more acute. post comment

Of LOVE and POKER [05 Mar 2006|01:30am] [ mood | contemplative ] [ music | Wag na Wag Mong Sasabihin - Kitchie Nadal ] The Keys to Your Heart You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved. You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change. You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance. Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with. Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred. In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted. What Are The Keys To Your Heart? Really, now? I had this funny conversation with a friend. We were chatting, about POKER, of all things. I just thought it was fitting for this entry: Friend: yup.kau?nga online poker ako.heheh.lingaw cRiA Pasquil (2/28/2006 10:28:41 PM): hahaha. ano man? sa totoo nalang! magaling na ako magpoker. hahaha Friend: lingaw noh cRiA Pasquil (2/28/2006 10:29:33 PM): lingaw pag manalo ka. makapikon pang ndi. hehe cRiA Pasquil (2/28/2006 10:29:35 PM): *pag Friend: kasi pag dka sure magfold kna.para safe cRiA Pasquil (2/28/2006 10:30:33 PM): wala ka nang mapanalunan nyan. dba? pangit man lagi cards ko. haha Friend: hnd.pag dka lng sure And i thought...We could've been talking about something other than POKER. A parallelism of our definitions of love and poker could be seen. OUR definitions of love can be read through our messages too. (That or nahawa lang ako kay Mr. Overanalyze! :P) A good poker player fakes, bluffs and lies. Yet he eventually wins the game, doesn't he? A bad poker player shows emotion--reacts when his cards are bad, smiles when his cards are good. A good poker player takes time, builds up the betting slowly and surely; he doesn't go all in in the first round of betting. A bad poker player gets excited, immediately screams, "All in!" during the first round, which ultimately results to everyone else getting intimidated and folding. The bad poker does win that round, however he doesn't get as much money as the good poker player would've. A good poker player knows when to call, raise or throw it all in. He knows how much he can give and if he CAN give it all in that round. He looks at the bigger picture, decides if that bet can carry him through the next round. He doesn't only think of what happens in this round--he thinks of this one, and the one after and the other one right after that. He looks into the future. A bad poker player only thinks of the current round. He is so preoccupied by this round that he forgets he still has other rounds to go. A good poker player takes risks. His cards may be bad at times, he might be getting the worst hand anyone could possibly think of. But he waits it off, thinks what he could possibly be up against. He waits for everyone, watches how they react to their cards and decides. A long decision, but a good one at that. A bad poker player folds right away, doesn't contemplate all the possibilities, gives up and waits for the next round. cRiA Pasquil (2/28/2006 10:30:33 PM): pangit man lagi cards ko. haha Yes, yes. How true. To all poker players out there: THINK BEFORE YOU BET, DECIDE IF IT IS WORTH YOUR CHIPS AND STICK WITH YOUR DECISION. PLAY THE GAME WELL AND LOVE EVERY MINUTE OF IT On a lighter note, my plant lost all it's leaves but I see a few sprouts growing. :) It will be okay. :) Not tilling it was a good idea. And...we're friends now. :) Haha. :D **Be informed that i SUCK at poker..so...erm..you get the picture. :P 9 comments|post comment

English and Fil 12 [20 Feb 2006|10:52pm] [ mood | crushed ] [ music | Why - Avril Lavigne ] “Saa man sad niya. Grabe siya ka bayot!” Last Friday I went to look at it in despair because one barely-green leaf was left, hanging on to dear life in the frail framework that is its branches. Anger started to rush into me when I saw how weak my plant had become. Through out the whole semester leaves kept falling off and green wasn’t the color I was used to seeing. I followed the instructions; I water it every other day. I till it and talk to it, praying that one day it would stop its heartbreaking fall to the earth. I had asked our teacher before; she noticed it wasn’t at all anywhere near healthy. She told me to try putting on pieces of banana peel, saying that potassium could very well be the answer to my problems. “You should’ve ditched him if it turned out that way lang pala. Namiga na lang unta ka.” The peel biodegraded, potassium was not the answer. Friday was the last straw. I poured out all the water from the bottle without even talking to it. I sighed and gave the bottle to someone else for them to water their healthily growing plant. I knew it would die anytime soon. I just had to wait until I got home to Davao to pick a plant from our garden, send it back to Manila and inform my teacher that no matter how hard I tried watering it, it just would not flourish. I kept asking my friends if I should change my plant now before it was too late, they said to wait it out until the end of the semester, which was drawing near. I was angry at how hard I tried desperately to keep it from dying, at how I convinced everyone to pray for my plant’s recovery. I was disappointed in myself, my first plant was weak. The first ever thing I took care of. It wasn’t worth the time, it wasn’t worth the water, and it wasn’t worth the money. “Mag-sama sila! Hindi totoo yang habang may buhay may pag-asa!” Over the weekend I predicted to see a lifeless plant when I came back to school. I wasn’t going to let myself stress over something which wouldn’t do me any good by the end of the semester. It was a plant, a plant that just had to grow for 6 months, after which it could wither and rot for all I and my teacher care. The death of my plant shouldn’t affect me, buying another plant isn’t that difficult to do. “You shouldn’t wait for the guy.” When I came to see it, change seemed to ignore my plant. It was the same, it still had one leaf trying to hold on, and its braches were still weak. It seemed so delicate next to my block mate’s plant whose leaves started to grow past its pot and into mine, poking my poor plant. I grunted sarcastically, the leaf is stubborn. “Take your mind off him.” My plant still has hope. I talked to my ES lab teacher today, and she told me my plant still has hope for growing. She told me to get a bottle of water; she would watch how I water my plant. I watered it like how I water it every other day, and she told me it I was doing it right. She then asked how much I watered it, and I said I felt a bottle would be enough. It turns out all this time I had been under-watering my plant. If there is such a thing. My teacher told me I should wait for the water to drain out of the drainage holes. That how I would know that the water had soaked all of the soil. She also told me not to over-till. Being too meticulous with my plant lead to its demise. I was watering it right; I just lacked the amount of water. I was tilling it right, I just over did it. I still have hope for my plant. Next week I hope it will start growing back its leaves again, and start making me and my grades happy. **my plant has a name, however its name it preferred to be kept secret. ** 9 comments|post comment

Episode 2 [07 Feb 2006|09:08pm] [ mood | mellow ] [ music | Jason Mraz - Sleeping To Dream (how appropriate!Ü) ] A week from now endless couples and star-crossed lovers will be celebrating Valentine’s Day. Unfortunately for us poor ill-fated-souled singles, Valentine’s will just be another normal day for the world to rub in that we have yet to find that special someone—my unconscious is no different. Just this morning while taking my usual after-Math-before-Fil ‘power nap’, I had a dream. I was in our old house, the house I grew up in** with my older brother when all of a sudden an earthquake hit. (A really strong one at that!) Normally, (in real life), I would be the first step out of the house and into open ground, no matter how unbelievably ratty my clothes are. I would rather people see me in ratty clothes than crushed under columns of our house. But in my dream, my brother and I were already outside in our garden when I decided to go back inside the house to get dressed. My brother got mad and screamed at me while I ran back inside. Inside, I went back to my room, put on my socks and rubber shoes, changed to cleaner, more presentable clothes and ran back outside. Then all of a sudden, a pipe inside our house erupted and water started spraying everywhere. I, however, wanted to go back in! “Kunin ko ipod ko!” I stupidly said. (My nano is so special! Haha! ;b) My brother tried to stop me, “Hindi mo ba napapansin?! Hindi na kaya ng bahay!” Stubbornly, I willed against his words and ran back inside. After grabbing my nano, I went to my parents’ room and got our family pictures. Haha. :D Because I figured they were the things that meant a lot to us and that in the middle of all the chaos, seeing our pictures and how pretty were would brighten our spirits. When I stepped back outside, the earthquake had stopped, and there was this fatherly voice (which I figured could have been our Fil teacher, Sir Jamendang, or my dad) who said, “Anong natutunan mo sa earthquake, Cria?” Bewildered, I asked, “What?!?!” thinking that it would be another episode of ‘Ang pagmumuni-muni ni Cria Pasquil’ (a previous episode would show me staring into space trying to connect my love for iced tea to my love for my dad). The voice said it had something to do with my love (or love life, whatever). It said the earthquake symbolized the kind of man I want in my life. And my dream-self thought, “Ha?!? Naga-shake?! Disruptive?! Scary?!” And now my normal/awake-self is thinking, Shux, do I really want a man who, like an earthquake scares the heck out of me?! I’ve always had a thing for bad boys but…woah. Haha. :D I don’t know. I don’t want to think about what my dream could possibly mean, other than it just means I’m happy with my life right now and that like an earthquake, my perfect guy will pop out unexpectedly, all of a sudden and without warning and yes, he (his presence, existence) will TRULY be felt. :D (And yes, I just figured out what my dream meant whie I was writing down this blog.) **It is said that the house you grew up in, the house you always live in is where your soul will rest if you die. Freaky right? 6 comments|post comment

I critique [29 Jan 2006|09:00pm] [ mood | mellow ] [ music | Avril Lavigne - Why ] Everyone knows the cliche, heck. It was even made into a filipino song! People sing it all the time whenever they remember their first time... Yesterday my friends and I watched the movie 'Little Manhattan'. The story is basically about how a 10-year-old boy fell in love with his kindergarten/karate classmate. I for one, truly enjoyed the movie and the characters! Josh Hutcherson played Gabe the young boy who fell in love for the first time. I was amazed at how this thirteen year old boy, barely over puberty carried the whole movie! He had amazing comic timing for his age. People in the theater were laughing and cheering for him through out the film. The pretty actress, Charlie Ray played Rosemary, Gabe's love interest. She may be thirteen too, but I swear I saw a supermodel in the making. Her limbs were so long for her age! Definitely a good breakout film for both kids. The movie, like most romantic comedies I watch, made me cry. Haha. Yes, I'm a sucker for romantic comedies. I love how they seem completely fantastical yet true at the same time. I love how you think, "That doesn't happen in real life!" yet hope that one day a guy will sing that song for you, give that enormous card to you, hand that bouquet of three dozen roses to you and run that extra mile for you. I realized that I fell in love with the movie because it was unique. This movie chose to tackle a very adult concept in the eyes of a 10 year old child. The naivety of Gabe made the audience feel for him more. Falling inlove requires maturity, and maturity, most often than not, comes with age. And yet, this movie carried out the message of love and sacrifice in the form of Gabe. The child who cried when he broke his hand in karate, the child who whimpered when his parents decided to separate, the child who plays video games at night. However towards the end, he became the man that rode his scooter all the way across the busy streets of Manhattan to tell the girl he loved he loved her. Boys my age can barely even stutter the word love, let alone say it. Gabe became the man who was willing to show his immature side, he became the man who willinly accepted his faults. He became the man that accepted that he was in a sense, NOT yet a man. (You get my point?!?! Accepting his childish flaws made him a man...) Gabe accepted that he was going to go through falling in and out of love a million times more as he grows up. I recommend this movie for all hopeless romantics and for all those young-at-heart. :) Watch it and experience falling in love again...for the first time. :) 1 comment|post comment

[18 Jan 2006|09:50pm] [ mood | chipper ] [ music | Don't forget about us-mariah carrey ] I just came home from another amazing dinner with my family. I always love how our family dinners seem to spark up the most interesting conversations. Tonight my family talked about not politics, not religion. We talked about.... our family . My parents celebrated their 25th anniversary yesterday and we started asking them about how they first started dating and how they eventually got married. It was the hot topic last night when guests gave their speeches about my mom and dad. They narrated the ma- telenovela love life of my parents, about how my mom was supposed to get married to another guy and how they eloped (with permission from my lola, oddly enough) in Tacloban. Tonight they told us (my two brothers and I) the whole story, with us laughing in the background and me saying, "Eew, ka weird!" most of the time. ;b Then they started telling us how some people tried breaking their marriage up along the way. My brothers and I were like...or rather, I was like (becuase my brothers were lethargically listenning! haha, I think ako lang mostly yung affected) gossip-hungry Filipinos during Sunday afternoons listening to chismis . It made me think, "Aba...parang artista pamilya namin." And then Hanoi (the restaurant we ate in) started to closing on us. Haha! :D We hadn't noticed we were the only ones left in the room. Walking back to our cars, I realized how lucky I am to have such an amazingly interesting and.....well, amazing family. I consider myself lucky to be a memeber of my family. I couldn't imagine life with a different one. Each of us are getting old, my brothers and I are starting to live lives away from my parents. When I look back, I remember how many random memories I have with them. And I forgot I had those memories! It was like...(cliche as it may sound) time flew so fast! My parents may be over protective, my brothers may be constantly annoying, but when it all comes down to it, I love them and I know for a fact they love me (favorite! ;b). Haha! 2 comments|post comment

Achievment! [09 Oct 2005|02:15pm] [ mood | awake ] Wooo. I'm so proud of myself! ;b The extra joss w/ a little bit of red horse really did work! (Thanks, Sir Guevarra). I slept..er, rather, my roomate and I cheskie slept at 6 am a while ago! I did my paper at exactly 12 midnight and I finished it in 6 hours! wahaha. :D All in one night. I'm still going to edit it tonight/this afternoon or whatever. But I'm just so happy I actually finished it. haha. It's the first time that I crammed on a paper. Well, yeah. Those one-page-reflections I always do the night before it was due, but a lit analysis paper? Waahu, 1498 words beybi! ;b haha, kababawan ba? Shet. I was buzzed the whole night. O yeah there was this hour where Cheskie and I kind of felt drowsy, so we ended up lying down and talking about the most stupid things. About how we miss davao, about how we treat our help, about how our favorite yayas got impregnated--and how we're dumot right now coz they don't visit us anymore. haha. :) Stuuupid! After an hour, we worked on our papers again. Last night was fun, but dear God I don't want to do it again. Haha. Once is enough. ;b post comment

On Anticipation [04 Oct 2005|06:19pm] [ mood | busy ] I can't wait for this week to be over!! (How many times have i said that!?!?) I actually got 2 c's in my filipino papers. Crap. I expected higher on my filipino take home long test, kasi nga duh, take home. But all i got is a crappy 11/20. The next long test will also be a take home quiz but this time i want to get atleast a B to pull up my grade. Huhuhu :( I thought Jacobo was an easy teacher. All he does is lecture and make me read stuff. haha. (Whenever he asks for people to volunteer i always bow my head down. i know he's going to call me) He's hard to please daw pala (or so the seniors say...). Crappy. I have to wake up the makata in me. ;b Math is doubly hard. I hate logs and natural logarithms. Why did people invent those things?!! So complicated. Tsk tsk tsk. I keep complaining. Haha :) I'm sorry. Just need to relieve stress. Off to work! :D To Nani, Chikara, Lauren and Cait: Weeee. So fun to have that talk a while ago. haha :D Didn't realize we shared the same thoughts about those stuff. And yes, Laur. We will do it when we come back. Haha :) *pinky promise* Mwah! :* 4 comments|post comment

And So It Begins [01 Oct 2005|05:12pm] [ mood | gloomy ] [ music | More than words-Frankie J *Love this song* ] Monday is the start of hell for me. Crap. For two whole weeks my social life will be like..non-existent. Haha. I'm so scared, I hope I make it through this without breaking out into bratty mode. Eng11 - News Article Paper (Oct 5), Critical Thinking Paper (Oct 7) Lit 13 - 1000-word Lit Analysis Paper on Eternal Sunshine of A spotless mind, Reflection paper of same movie, synthesis paper, Lit Finals Fil 11- Long Test this thurs (I don't even listen during fil! my gaaahd!) Ma 11- Long Test this thurs (yes, same date ng fil...), Math Finals (Oct 11) Super tortured!!! :( Somebody help! It's like all of them want to torture students. Tsk tsk tsk. Evil. Pure evil. 1 comment|post comment

32 hours.... [25 Sep 2005|06:27pm] [ mood | indescribable, happy and lazy! ] This weekend was super fun!! Got to spend time with some of my davao friends who are here in Manila. haha :D James has more details on what happened during Friday/Saturday. :) Read nalang his entry FUN WEEKEND (tinatamad akong magsulat ng long entry e. basta that was FUN!) and then there was Saturday night. Cersa's Junior Party! :) In the party the juniors brought these fortune tellers from Quiapo, and my friends and I decided to get our fortunes read. :D The girl told me I'd end up with a man with a letter M on his name. Wohooo! And all my current (and past) crushes have names that start with M. Wohoo! :D Matteo Guidecelli anyone? haha :) Today we went to Araneta to watch what would be Ateneo's last game of the season . It's so sad we lost. But I'm happy I got to watch all three Ateneo-Lasalle games in my freshmen year in college. :) Even though we lost to all three. Haha :) Have pics during the weekend but I'm too lazy to post. haha. Sorrry! :) Haaay, the weekend that was. If you're wondering what the title means, I don't really want to elaborate. It's too gross. haha :) Maybe when you ask me, I'll tell you. I just don't want to post it here. It's not masagwa ha! ;b 2 comments|post comment

Psychic [22 Sep 2005|10:24pm] [ mood | accomplished ] I don't really know if i'm allowed to share this to all of you but whatever. ;b I have to update my journal anyway. :) Another interesting YM-story. Two nights ago my friend Bree had this really weird message status in her YM. You guyz know me..I'm so chismosa . Kinulit ko siyang iexplain kung ba't ganon status nya. At first she said, "Secret." And you know I looove challenges. Kinulit ko siya ng kinulit. "Bahala ka talga jan, Bree. I will annoy you to death." And she was all, "Bakit ka ba interested, Kring? Wala lang lagi yan. :D" And I said, "Yeah right. :D Bree! You know you're just going to torture yourself if you don't tell me. Maka-cancer baya ang ndi nagashare. You're just going to keep that to yourself until you explode! ;b" (Exaj ang explode but whatever...) Basta, and I made drama about how she'll start this vicious cycle of not sharing stuff anymore. Soon I'm going to have a problem/secret that I'll be hesitant to share! And it all started with the night Briana didn't tell me what her status was about. haha :D And i'm sure she just kept laughing while reading my messages to her that night. Haha :D I imagine her saying "Ayaw na ta Cria!" But so yeah..anyhooo....I just recived this when I logged back on to YM. you're offline now pero i just need to say it! may share ako... (ah! the ever famous line! haha :P ieatgummybears remember this? ;b) the status message...it really was something... pero shy lang ako mag share kasi mababaw... so enihoo... mao lang... groar...you were right...di ko ma take na di sabihin sa'yo... *laughs* Am I a super genius or what? ;b Ha! *crosses arms and smiles proudly* 2 comments|post comment

Legally Blonde [20 Sep 2005|08:38pm] [ mood | hyper ] [ music | Destiny's Child-Lose my Breath ] Yahooo! :D Just got back from Moro.Ü Me and Sarah started today. haha :D Fun fun fun! I just love that "after-exercise" feeling you have after sweating. You feel so rejuvenated and refreshed. Like elle woods says, "Endorphins make you happy!" And happy is really what I'm feeling right now. Moro reminded me of summer. Those days when I would spend each morning (at 6 freakin' o'clock! coz Sarah wanted us to start early!!) in Holiday Spa, then going home after to find hot pandesal, coffee and the morning newspaper on our table. Hahay, those were the days. :) The instructor told us to step back to the treadmill so we could cool down. And me, being the Cria that I am and absolutely loathing the treadmill, asked him if we could just go around the track. He said yes! So off we went (Sarah and I) to the track oval on the third floor of Moro. The track kind of encircled the basketball court, and hearing the screeching of rubber, the bouncing of BASKETballs and the screaming of the coach (and players) reminded me of our sports complex in high school. Hahay, it was like I was back in high school, in Davao with all my friends. Happy feeling. :D Can't wait to sweat it all out again tomorrow. post comment

My favorite number twelve.... [19 Sep 2005|10:22pm] [ mood | shocked ] [ music | Evan And Jarod - Distance (how appropriate!) ] I just realized something....Really weird. Here..the conversation between Fina and me...(Her status was busy [studying] and I had nothing better to do so I decided to annoy her! wahaha ;b) cRiA: d parin tapos midterms nyo? hahaa nagsamok2 lang! cRiA: ..nawatch mo na wicker park? kahot ni josh hartnet!!!! bow. ping: haha cRiA: are you really studying?! cRiA: *shocked face* ping: quiz lang ping: IT ping: hehe..yap! cRiA: anong yap? yap you're really studying or yap nawatch mo na wicker park? haha ping: haha..yap im really stdying! ping: ahihihihi ping: tpos na! cRiA: tapos na study time mo? hahahahhahahaha cRiA: dapat maaga ako matulog ngayon! musta naman? ping: hwat's that?! ping: uhmmm..nope..? cRiA: woah! ngayon ko lang narealize noh ping: bkt maaga ka mtulog ngyn?! ping: ha?! ping: hehe ping: ano? cRiA: we don't really ask each other how we are...noh? we just....TALK.... cRiA: hahaha. like we just assume the person asked how we are ping: nshock ako pgtnong mo ng musta na? ping: ! ping: hehe cRiA: so we go on talking about our lives like the other person is interested!!! cRiA: seee?!?!?! coz we don't really ask that to each other!! hahahahha ping: hahaha cRiA: weird! ping: i know! ping: hahaha cRiA: hahahhahaa cRiA: so..really...musta naman?! cRiA: hahahahhahaha ping: lagi! ping: so kring...musta na?! ping: hihi cRiA: *go past the weird part and answer the question!* cRiA: hahahahahhaha ping: gaga Weird....I never ask my friends how they are..yet I know how each of them are doing. You know? Woah. I guess that's how you tell if you're real friends, when you don't have to ask how they're doing..they just tell you right away. I get texts from them every single day, or they just call me up and start telling me the latest chika. Haha :D I miss seeing my Davao friends! Mwah! :* See you soon guyz! :D Cheskie's reading her physics problem to us in the room, "calculate the contraction of the earth's diameter as measured by an alien seated in a ship that is stationary w/ respect to the sun..." Wtf?!?! What kind of question is that?! 4 comments|post comment

Some Serious Catching Up [18 Sep 2005|09:25pm] [ mood | full ] [ music | Brighter than Sunshine - Aqualung ] Woops, I just realized I haven't been updating. Uh-oh. Sir Escaño! hehe :D My mom arrived from Davao (again ;b) today. Not that I'm complaining though. Hehe :D She didn't give me any more sermons. Yahoo!! But she did bring me my prom top and a new skirt for me to try on. When I tried on the skirt it was *dear Lord* tight! Shet!! Haha. Have to lose weight na talga. Then I tried on the top I wore for our one and only prom during junior year (we didn't have prom last year since we were a bunch of sore losers who didn't want to celebrate with the "champions". Addu inside story. Don't want to elaborate. ;b) and O-M-G!! Let's just say what I looked like while trying in on wasn't what I looked like a year and a half ago. Crap. Crap. Crap. So I panicked! My mom said she would allow me to go the gym in Moro. Haha. :D I immediately texted Sarah and she agreed to exercise with me. Yahooo! :) We're going to ask for the price tom. I want to get started as soon as possible. After trying the dress we went to Greenhills to shop. Hehe. You know how happy you get when you first buy something? That elated feeling you have when you buy a new shirt/pair of pants? And then that guilt that creeps onto your system once you get home? Like you hear Jimmeny Cricket saying, "Tsk tsk tsk" at the back of your head? Haha. That's what I'm feeling right now. It's like my mom works so hard and all I do is shop. Tsk tsk tsk. After shopping, we ate!!! What we had for dinner didn't help me 'LOSE WEIGHT' though. We ate at Italliani's (good, by the way) and then went to Ice Monster for desert. (crappy!) Oooh. Cersa Open House is coming up. People come and visit our room! haha :D We're going to try and clean it this week. TRY! Coz I'm a crappy cleaning-lady. I get so tamad easily. My roomates and I are thinking of how we're going to design our room. Wish us luck! Speaking of wishing me luck, we're going to take a long test in Physics Lab tom and I still haven't studied. Heck, I didn't even listen through the whole two hours of reporting! Uh-oh. WISH ME LUCK, PEOPLE! WISH ME LUCK! :) 4 comments|post comment

Over The Weekend [11 Sep 2005|11:39pm] Friday: Mr and Ms. IAC competition where so many quotable-quotes were said. Haha. :D My roomate, Maureen (yes, bisdak Ms teen herself) represented the Green team and won Ms. Congeniality.Ü Haha, maingay! And our team, with our representative Riva won 1st runner up! Wohoo. So after we went out to eat with the team.Ü Fun fun fun! Kuya Dane and his dude (what a crappy name for a car, i know. haha :D) toured us around metro manila right after eating. He was all, "This, to your left, is the Manila Film Center" haha, is that the right name? I was so sleepy that night I don't even remember the name of the darn place! He seriously, could make a great tour guide someday. :D Saturday: My mom, two titas and lola arrived. They picked me up and we went back to our condo in Makati. On the two-hour long drive, my mom gave me this sermon about how I don't reply to her and my dad's messages. Malas ko super traffic! haha :D So masmatagal ang sermon. tsk tsk tsk. Sunday: Made up with my mom so we spent the day shopping in Glorietta. Haha :) I missed shopping with her.Ü Quotable quotes over the weekend: Somebody in the competition, after being asked, "If given the chance,what body part would you like to change?": "I would change....the size...of my...boobs. Because I lack them." Hahahahha! :D Talk about honesty! :b Migo, points to my stomach: "What happened to the Cria I said 'you're getting thinner' to in fourth year?" Cria: She got fat, Migs. She got fat. :( Kuya Dane, after being teased for sitting in the coñyo bench: "Awww! Below the belt! Don't make fun of me just coz I sit there." Kuya GV: "Why such an ugly name for a school?? Orot?!?! Kung dagdagan mo ng B e d borot na!" *lol* (erm...i don't really know what borot means in tagalog. haha ;b i think it's a term only bisaya-people use. wait! i think it means laki, like lumaki . right? right? i'm a crappy translator.) Priest during mass: "Wag kayong magtimpi ng galit kasi nakakasama yan sa kalooban!" Shet...no more dumots for me! hahahaha :D 2 comments|post comment

Hilarious [10 Sep 2005|10:02pm] This is so funny! hahaha ;b I have nothing else to post so here....I just found it so funny that my name kept popping out. :D Check this out: Funny ===== Edit! I just found out her journal is "friends only" so...you have to add her first for you to read it. It wasn't that funny anyway...it was just the highlight of my night. After receiving a two-hour long sermon from my mom (who came all the way from Davao) about how I don't reply to her or my dad's messages, anything will make me laugh. From katipunan all the way to edsa she kept ranting on about how it is my obligation to altleast txt them once a day and tell them how I'm doing. Fine, sorry! I will!! :( She says if I don't she'll drag me back to Davao. Haha :) Fine, fine, fine. Sorry!Ü post comment

I had no choice [05 Sep 2005|05:23pm] [ mood | embarrassed ] [ music | She's No You - Jessie McCartney ] Woops, turns out I had no choice but to post my dream. Sir Escaño didn't ask for the hard copy of our dream a while ago. Crap. Okay here goes.... This dream is just a little too freaky! It was so realistic that while I was dreaming it, I swear my heart palpitated. It’s the kind of dream that you don’t forget easily—traumatizing in other words. In my dream I was waiting for a few of my Davao friends, Anton, Michael, and Peli. I was in our old house (although in the dream it appeared to be the house we were currently occupying), anticipating their visit. I was sitting at our dining table. In our old house my seat on the table was facing the gate. I was staring at the window when I saw a familiar face standing outside our gate. I immediately assumed it was Anton. So I yelled, “Anton!” to greet and welcome him. I went out and was about to open the gate when in my horror, I found out it wasn’t Anton! It was this guy from our dorm that everyone is afraid of (He will not be named for privacy purposes). He is a little on the weird side, if you ask me he is borderline cuckoo. In my dream he was my stalker, and I was panicking because he found out where I lived. I ran from the gate and back to the house in sheer horror. I was crying, terrified at the thought that he would not only be stalking me in school, he would also be stalking me in our house! My companions inside were thinking of a plan to get me out of the house because they too were scared that freaky-stalker-guy would come in and attempt to kill me or something. They told me to get out of the house through the back door (of course, in real life, our old house had a back door, but we couldn’t get out because the front gate was our only way out). So there I was, being covered by my friends and half running down the street. I thought I was safe when my friends told me to hurry up because he was chasing after us. I was running and crying and panicking all at the same time when I opened my eyes and realized I was safe in my dorm room, away from freaky stalker guy—I woke up. Hehehe. :) I dreamed this days before I went home to Davao. Haha :D 10 comments|post comment

Fuhreakeh [04 Sep 2005|09:02pm] [ mood | full ] [ music | Sleep All Day - Jason Mraz ] Okay, I'm supposed to be writing down a dream I just recently had, it's this project we have in English class. But I'm too embarrassed to share to the whole world what my dream is about so I'm just going to inform Sir Escaño (who, I hope is reading this) that I'm now making my project. Hehe :D My dream isn't something I just made up, Sir! Okay? I don't want to write down my dream here. It's a litte to freeky. Hehe :) post comment

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