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Damsel in Distress

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Through time

October 2006
November 2006
December 2006
January 2007
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April 2007
May 2007
June 2007
July 2007
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October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008

Silly Whatnots

You're a falling star,
You're the get-away car,
You're the line in the sand
When I go too far
You're the swimming pool,
On an August day.
And you're the perfect thing to see.
-Everything, Michael Buble

And you want three wishes:
One to fly the heavens
One to swim like fishes
And then one you're saving for a rainy day
If your lover ever takes her love away
-Three Wishes, The Pierces

It’s often said that no matter the truth,
people see what they want to see.
-Gossip Girl

We stumble into our lives:
Reach for a hand to hold.
And any wonder, we need to find
A certain something, certain.
-Something to believe in, Aqualung

I want to change the world...instead I sleep.
I want to believe in more than you and me.
But all that I know is I'm breathing.
All i can do is keep breathing.
-Keep Breathing, Ingrid Michaelson

The life that you've been living, the days that you've been given
Were made for something beautiful
Life - don't let it pass you by
Because you were created for something beautiful
-Something Beautiful, Natalie Grant


Hokey pokey

Adet
Aivi
Cee
Charisse

Tear it up


Thursday, April 24, 2008
Go Loco in Iloilo



It was my first time to be in a place that I was never familiar with. It was early morning and we had to rush to the airport since we took the first flight. CebuPac (and all other airlines) didn't offer direct Davao-to-Iloilo flight so we had to take the Davao-Cebu-Iloilo flight. It was tiring since I was not used to a jet-set life, though I want to. Among the first people to greet me was the womanguard. She had talked to me in Ilonggo politely, yet I couldn't help but laugh. How rude of me. I had to slap my face for that. Inside my mind I was wondering, 'Is this really their language-wait, their language is fine... but their accent?' I was ignorant and I found it hard to believe because to me, they sounded like mocking, or joking. Good thing I got a hold of it.


Everyone is so nice. They are so malambing- maybe it was because of their accent. Yet- I can't believe that I have confirmed my enrollment in UP Visayas. I can't stand stereotypical judgements, like... Why does she go to that cheap school? Or, How can she survive in that bukid? Or, Is she smart enough to even be in a UP campus? Lemme tell a little something: UP-V is not a cheap school, we have to pay 1k for a unit; I can survive in a 'bukid' because I believe it gives me the peace of mind that I am looking for; and, Not all UP students are smart, some are just practical.


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Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Goodbye, Highschool life

Goodbye, Highschool life. I'm going to miss you. No more anticipation for Recess-Lunchbreaks-Dismissals. No more 'before prom night' anxiety. No more tablecloth uniforms. No more chilling at the red table. No more singing of school hymn. No more, no more, no more. The thing is, I can't do anything about it. I will miss it, yet I also want to move on in another phase of my life. That is, college. "Everything has an ending to make us appreciate the beginning, and through every ending, there is a new beginning."

Highschool life, as I recall, was the craziest part of my life. Back when I was a freshman, I would be the insecure girl who didn't care much about her looks or the way she dressed. She believed that she would be the fat girl forever. She was doing worse at math, so every single night she would study and hope that her fate would change.

Sophomore year was better for her. She started to have friends. In fact, she befriended seventeen of the craziest girls in her class. Academically performing well, she honed her skills by studying every night. The once difficult algebra problems, became pancakes for her. The highlight of her writing 'career' has been when she, a second year student, had published two articles in the frontpage of her school paper.

Third year came, and she had the initiative to change her looks. It was a need, not a want. And so she did, she had now become an anorexic bitch who had spent her summer dieting and taking slimming pills- which later on, had side effects that subjected her to be back in her stout body and her academic performance deteriorated as she was not eating. It was too late for her to realize that what she had done was only to her disadvantage. She forgot about her writing dreams, her schoolworks, appparently, she forgot some of God's gifts to her.

It was senior year when we ruled the campus. No more insecure girl, anorexic bitch, or goody-two-shoes(well, still, a little bit of that). It felt different to be the eldest of a school. Sometimes, I'd bitch around; sometimes, I wanted to set a good example; sometimes, I had thoughts of college and how different the environment would be; sometimes, I couldn't feel the highschool heebie jeebie anymore- I had dealt with all of these crap, I had to ride through this rollercoaster and though it's hard to believe but the once lost dork, is now facing a different phase in her life. Though change is difficult, it is constant.

And here I begin the new chapter of my life, in an unknown place- well, not literally... But unknown in a way that everyone is a stranger. Being antisocial and shy, that would be very difficult for me.

Why did I choose to journey in this road less taken? Why did I not choose to be with my friends in a university I have always liked? Because it was my choice. I would not be pointing my fingers at my mom, or other influential people in my family. I have to convince mysele it was my choice.


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Friday, April 11, 2008
I Thought

I thought I could just forget blogging. But no, I realized that blogging was rooted in my veins.

Ok, crush that out. I am too lazy to blog. But yeah, I keep finding myself in blogger.

PS, someone got my old username. ER. And, this blog under construction 'till I get in the mood to change the layouts and stuff. ;)


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