Strike.

Seventy-nine.

2009-09-28T10:24:00.000+08:00

FRCK.

Ever since I was small, I’ve always wanted to play under the pouring rain. It’s what kids do. And especially if the rain brings forth floods not higher than the ankle. During those times, the floods can be handled. But what about now? What happened to the happiness and the freedom that the rain brings? Did it wash away with the flood? Did it evaporate along with the puddles of water?

I have been one of the victims of the typhoon Ondoy. No, not the type of victim wherein we had to go higher ground. My place was not flooded, but we did have to mop at certain times. The electricity was out for exactly 30 hours, and that sucked. But thinking of other victims made me want to slap myself a million times and shout, “F- you, Gee. Don’t you realize that there are a million other thirteen year olds suffering more than you are today?” So I guessed that I was, to an extent, very blessed, and I thanked God for not bringing back the electricity.

Lesson learned?

Think first before you react.

Gee.

Seventy-Eight.

2009-09-06T13:08:00.002+08:00

I am having some difficulty in thinking of a blog post, so please just add me in Plurk, so I can reach nirvana.

Gee.

Seventy-Seven.

2009-08-26T18:48:00.003+08:00

Yes, yes, I am utterly dramatic. Don't sue me, because I have a very weird liking for a boy who is known to all as Fred Weasley. Okay, I must admit that I find the twins ravishing, both of them, but I just can't seem to get over the fact that Fred Weasley had died because of a stupid act to save Harry Potter. I read in one article that J.K. Rowling had so many options, and one of those is sparing Fred's life and killing Potter the bloke, since I assumed, when I was seven, that Potter would get killed by an enemy. Everyone in Harry's side died because of him, so he, Harry should be the one who dies, not his friends who risked their lives (and ears - considering George) just to save him and his stupid scar.

Going back to Fred Weasley, I only started to feel his presence in the movies during the second movie, wherein Draco was already the seeker for the Slytherin house. I can't really tell them apart, the twins. My sister (or was it my classmate?) once joked that Fred was the better-looking one, but the two redheads were good-looking, plus they're identical twins. Moving on, I found Fred (and George) to be very, very attractive during the succeeding episodes of the Harry Potter series. I'd shiver whenever it's their scene...what joy! What fun memories! My only wish was that Fred lived longer so he'll enjoy my fangirl anticts. He was only 20 when he died.

No, don't get me wrong. James Phelps, the guy who plays Fred, is not dead, but Fred is. I'm mourning over my favorite Harry Potter character, and the mischief master who started all the blabbercrap in Hogwarts. God, am I going to miss him. George's not so cool about it. To end his grief (partially), he named his son Fred, in memoriam. So sad, this last book of J.K. Rowling. I bet this is her second mistake - after disregarding what was to become the best and the most romantic love team yet: Harry and Hermione. I love you, Paula.

As the loser that I am, I finished, devoured, and understood the final installment of the Harry Potter series just before I logged unto my Multiply and my Tumblr (since I tweet from Tumblr now) accounts. I was crying. I am overly dramatic, I know, so please bear with me. Admit it: you weren't expecting Fred to die, too. Although I had a hunch that one of the twins will die in the end, which is bad, since it became true. Oh, Fred. One day, when I get my manuscript published, I'll get you resurrected. I promise that. For now, I bid you goodbye.

Gee.

Seventy-Six.

2009-08-19T11:43:00.002+08:00

This day is awesome.

him: i'm using meebo too! :))
me: my laptop does not have YM.
me: SUCKISH!
him: aaww....

It's really cute how he cares for his IM friends, am I right, Isabel?

***

I'm currently busy with my speech things. I have to do a presentation and do my cue cards. God, school never really felt this way when I was in sixth grade. And I have almost six more hours to go just to do it. God, help me.

Anyway, I was chatting with her yesterday, and this is what she told me:

You don't really have to go and fight with her if you think that you didn't do anything wrong. Let her fight with herself. In the end, she's the one who's going to be blamed for all of this.

Man, she is so sweet. I wish people like her existed in my world. Oh wait, she already exists. Thank you so much for lovely advice.

Next, I'm planning to go to Paula's house on Friday, but I don't know what I'll do there. I'll just be human wallpaper 'cause I'm not really a part of their practice. Still, I want to go to see my friends. And for something else.

By the way, sorry for the layout change. I was sick of the old one.

Gee.

Seventy-Five.

2009-08-18T22:10:00.000+08:00

Three words: Don't do it.

Words of Wisdom from ERINE RAMOS.

Gee.

Seventy-four.

2009-08-08T18:02:00.002+08:00

I went to Mr. Joseph Santos' wake today. For your information, Mr. Santos is Patty's father. He died just two days ago, and it sucks. Why? Because he died of heart attack while he was attempting 100 sit-ups.

Patty really touched my heart. I mean, she's very bubbly and happy, and this comes along. It's really sad how a bubbly person looses her loved one. I really can relate to her. She should talk to me more often.

On other news, Mariazel and I made up already. It's really all so sudden. Hah. But I'm not happy about this today, maybe tomorrow. The sickening feeling of someone dying came up to me and poked me in the butt.

That's all.

Gee.

Seventy-Three.

2009-08-03T20:07:00.002+08:00

I'm happy as a bee. Remember this picture, friends?

Yes. It's still ALIVE! That's my first GIF picture. I know you're sick and tired of me ranting about Paramore already, but before you get your beautiful (or ugly) mouths (or hands) opened (or working), just think of the people working hard to make pictures like these. If you want, I can make you one. When I have time, that is. And when I say that, I really mean that I don't have time. (And I quietly move out of the room)

**

Apparently, the kid wants more, so I'll give her more.

Beaches are pretty, beaches are nice. They're tourist attractions. People like them because they benefit from them. They swim in them, take their naps on the shore. But what they don't know about beaches is that when you get too deep (the water, I mean), you'll drown and you'll die. You need to be careful around beaches, especially when you're pronouncing it.

**

On a happier side, I really have this Harry Potter hangover, as I do in every movie I watch. The result: three fan fictions in one period. How nice.

I might not be the best writer in the world, but I really try my best not to curse in my blogs, because you really have to read between the lines here if you wanna see some hardcore cussing - cursing. Whatever.

See you when I can (steal valuable time to surf the internet)!

Gee.

Seventy-Two.

2009-08-03T19:54:00.003+08:00

Mood: Happy.
Listening to: the sound of the electric fan
Craving for: Tom Felton ♥

Everything's yellow today. It's because the former president Corazon Aquino passed away. Yeah, I know. I've posted this a while ago. I'm not over it yet, so there. Haha.

Before I forget, let me remind you that is not thirty years old He's just 22, so for those insisting that my dear is thirty, well, Thirty your faces!

**

Saw this earlier at my tagboard.

Bonkers: Tsk. Never gonna know until you say my name. Haha. )

~~GOD~~. Who the hell is Bonkers? I'm dying to meet him/her. I can't handle the suspense. ACK.

Happy, happy day. My classmate called her a wannabe, which is true, in a way. A wannabe loser. :)

Gee.

P.S. I might get kicked out of the Theresian, but I don't care. That thing taught me how to cram, anyway, so it's just extra baggage. Meanwhile, the person who was once jealous of me is using words against me. Child, I'm really touched that you value my presence. :)

Seventy-one.

2009-08-01T11:52:00.003+08:00

I hate onion rings. I don' even eat onion rings, so why would I like it?

More GIFs. Ohyeah.

Oh yeah.

Seventy.

2009-08-01T08:42:00.002+08:00

Cool GIF.

I really miss my copy of RIOT.

**

I woke up to the news that the former president Corazon Aquino has passed away early this morning. It's a start of a not-so good day. I was really expecting her to die, but not this early. My stomach is lurching. I have a feeling that she'll visit me in my dreams.

On other stories, I have relinked my blog novel. Please go to this site if you want more.

Bored.

Gee.

Sixty-Eight.

2009-07-30T22:10:00.001+08:00

Highlights of the day:

1. My RIOT! got confiscated.
2. I'm hating every inch of school.
3. I ate Pocci, strawberry flavor. Thanks to Isabel.
4. I have an account on Paramore.Net (finally)

And lastly...

5. The beaches don't know that they're deep.

Yes. I'm done.

Gee.

Sixty-eight.

2009-07-27T08:27:00.001+08:00

P.S. I have a new layout, and I LOVE IT!

Gee.

Sixty-seven.

2009-07-27T08:17:00.002+08:00

I'm good. I'm really good.

It's been almost three days since I felt this happy. I'm like a newborn child. As for newborn child, let me share with you a picture of my loved band.

I think you're right. Let's forget everything. I'll forget you and we'll all be normal again. Thanks for the advice. You've made me happier than a bird with a french fry.

Gee.

Sixty-six.

2009-07-26T12:33:00.000+08:00

As kids, we are often told to “grow up”. It’s not literally speaking. Our parents want us to act our age. And our age, to my opinion, is the “letting-go-of-everything-pink-and-girly” stage. As for maturity, we have yet to conquer that. We’re teenagers, for God’s sake. This is our last chance to live freely, act like uncivilized dorks. Our childhod will end just like that - in a snap. This is our last chance to be kids.

Maturity. When do you say that you’re a mature human being? You can’t say that you’re mature when you can’t even manage your time for schoolwork. And you can’t really say that you’re mature already when you can’t even [forgive me] stick to one boyfriend / crush. At the age of thirteen.

Immaturity. You may not like it, but you are immature. You’re a kid. You still can’t go on with life without your parents. My mom died, and my dad’s off somewhere to work. Technically, I don’t live with my parents anymore. Does that mean that I’m mature? NO. I still need adults to guide me through everything. Yes, I do commute to and from school, but that does not make any difference. Commuting is a dificult task, but I’m used to it. Why? Because I’m immature.

During the Spanish era, kids my age were already working, but they were not mature yet. They had no choice since they were born poor. Those kids were just logical thinkers, not mature thinkers. They want t be carried out of poverty, period. THey knew they were still too young to even drive a calesa.

I’ve seen websites with ‘mature content’. Kids with curious, immature minds would go ahead and peek at those sites. Admit it: you once did that. (I learned my first cuss word at a pro-drugs website) It’s forgiveable: KIDS HAVE CURIOUS MINDS. They need answers to their teenybopper questions.

Look at the seniors. They’re sixteen. They’re graduating. But they have yet to declare that they are finally mature. Yes, they often use words that are beyond our vocabulary and yes, they rode a plane by themselves, but most of them still need their parents. They’re called ‘immature’ at a different light: they’re near to maturity.

I M M A T U R E . You’re not mental hospital-worthy if you’re immature. That’s normal: immaturity will end if you know what to do with your life withou asking for parental consent. You’re still in your teens. Admit it: you shake when your crush is around. Again, that’s normal. Kids don’t know yet, but they can tell. I’m immature, and I’d like to be immature until I pass the entrance exam for college. Don’t push yourself. Be wild. Be free. Be immature.

Gee.

Sixty-five.

2009-07-25T22:20:00.003+08:00

Somehow, I am the most immature person in all of eternity.

Firstly:
God. Your face is so thick. How dare you say that? FIRST; You goddamn always say writing letters to your f-ing enemies are always so wasteful and do you f-ing think they'll get affected by that? I think not, love. If you're gonna insult people, insult them in merciless manner. SECOND; Who the hell are you calling immature? You your goddamn self is immature. You FREAKING IMMATURE BRAT. I can hardly believe I had the so-called patience to keep up with you. Somebody needs to tell you that the world is not your f-ing domain nor is it your pitiful little playground.

Explanation:
Yes, I told you that the note was a waste of paper. Don't you understand English? And by the way, wasn't the note for the other Boleyn girl, and not for you? And yes, I am immature, and you? You can't even commute by yourself yet. I'm not saying that commuters are mature, but you should really ponder on the facts before brandishing the mighty sword of cuss words.

Secondly:
Moving on, don't go foul mouthing about what's suppose to be your freaking responsibility. The least you can do is PAY IT UP. Geez.

Explanation:
Money, my child, is not always the problem. I can ask my dad and/or guardian to give me some cash and if they give it to me, I'll work hard to pay up for it. Let me tell you a story. Whenever I bring something valuable to school, someone dumber than a rat steals it, and so I am the one to blame. If you don't believe me, talk to Chris. He might give you free punches and kicks with your question.

Thirdly:
Another thing. "So much for friendship"?! God. I can't believe you would even say that. Who started and ended the fights at her own will? Who acted so immature and bashed on others for childish reasons? YOU DID, MY DEAR.

Explanation:
Yes, I am the immature one. Go ahead and say it. I don't care. I did not start the fight, for your information. This is not even your fight. It is between me and the other Boleyn girl. Why do you care about this so much? I know that you are best friends, but let her live her own life, even just for a while. Let her fight her own enemies. I act childish. I act like an immature brat. That's just me, child. You can't change me.

And lastly:
I'm so f-ed up with your games and such. I can't take it anymore. The reasons we have fights is because we just can't get along. I have already happily accepted that simple fact and I know that so will you.

Get it through that little head of yours that you haven't met the fucking other side of me before so you better stop messing around. And when I say you would cross the line when you hurt the ones I care about, YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR A-. I don't hella care who you send the f-ing s- out of me.

JUST BRING IT ON, IF YOU'RE BRAVE ENOUGH. -Smirk-

Explanation:
If you hate me so much, then rob me out of my sanity. Kill me with a spoon. Feed me with paper. Lie like there's no tomorrow. I'm a selfish, immature brat. My butt is big enough to be watched over, child. I don't need to watch it that often. Are you going to bully me like those brats in grade school? Go ahead. I'm not stopping you from hating me and cursing me.

That fourth year debater was right all along.
You can't possibly like everyone in this room.

Oh, and one more thing.
The administration has a list of the bloggers in STC. Thank me because I censored you.

Gee.

Sixty-four.

2009-07-25T09:54:00.002+08:00

I'm a bad blogger. I don't update anymore.

So let me get this straight. One girl hinders me from reading a note and tells me that I'm not "mature" enough. True enough, I am not, but is she? I mean, you can really say that you're a mature little being when you're independent and you can decide for yourself. But in her case, she thinks that she's too mature because she can think up words that are hard for me to understand. I can counter that with the use of a thesaurus.

According to Wiktionary:

Adjective

mature (comparative maturer or more mature, superlative maturest or most mature)

Positive
mature

Comparative
maturer or more mature

Superlative
maturest or most mature

Fully developed; grown up in terms of physical appearance, behaviour or thinking; ripe.
She is quite mature for her age.

I think that she, my enemy, is not mature. Thus, we kids are all immature.

Sixty-Three.

2009-07-13T19:58:00.002+08:00

So I was surfing the internet (actually, I was just looking at No to CON-ASS's site) then I saw this really cool website. I don't know their plot, but the description said that they believe 'in treating other people like we want to be treated: with friendliness, patience and respect.'

Short post. Bored. BYE!

Gee.

Sixty-Two.

2009-07-11T18:00:00.002+08:00

It's about time that I express my feelings about the 2010 elections. In relation to the elections next year, the ever-so-popular CON-ASS took place. I don't know what that means, but I understand what the Constituent Assembly wants to tell us, the people, the masses, the citizens of the Philippines: they want charter change.

I'm thirteen. I'm a minor. Even if I wanted to vote, I can't; I still have to wait for five long years for my registration. But as I surfed the internet one day and read this article about the new House Resolution, I was afraid that when the time comes that I register, I can't vote for a president anymore, even if I'm already a legal voter.

I'm a minor, but I have a brain that understands the reality that's happening here in our country. I understand it all and I'm greatly disappointed.

As a news writer for our school's publication, I am required to be accurate: I am required to absorb everything so that I can write them on paper instantly. I need information. The latest events. I'm there whenever things go kooky or interesting. Then I submit my draft to my editor.

It's high time that I write about this issue. This is not part of the publication. This is merely a blog post, where I express my feelings and point of view as a minor. I am a sophomore and the CON-ASS is what we talk about every day at my social science class, since my teacher is a registered voter and she's really upset about this. We all are. What'll happen now?

Let me tell you what I understand about this issue, straight from my soc. sci notebook.

***

The CON-ASS or Constituent Assembly is a result of the craving for Charter Change, wherein the constitution will be changed from Presidential to Parliamentary. [Forgive me if my terms are wrong. Please correct me via my tagboard.] I think this is how it works: once the change is done, there is no more president, and the republic [I think] will now be Parliamentary. A Prime minister will be the leader of the country, and this is how it's done [the voting, I mean]:

1) The people will vote for the congress. This is what we do. We vote for people who can be on our congress. Then...
2) The congress will vote for the Prime Minister. The congress has the power to choose from fellow congress members to be the Prime Minister. The congress also have the power to remove the Prime Minister from its position if he/she deserves to be removed.

Honestly, I think that this Parliamentary thing is okay, if not great. But there's one problem: our president will have a 90% chance of willing as Prime Minister. I am sick of the news and sick of the vicious rumors I hear. I want action. I want what's best for our country. I want change.

Change is what we need, but not this kind of change. We need somebody to lead the Filipino people and guide them out of poverty. Guide us out of poverty. We need a leader who is born to lead and serve at the same time. We need a leader who fights for what's right, who fights for what he/she thinks is best for our nation. We need someone who can make our financial status rise, giving more jobs for the less privileged. We don't really need another revolution. We just want things to change. Admit it, you're sick of it all, too.

As a minor, I am not allowed to speak my mind. Okay, then. Go ahead and send me to DSWD for spreading malicious rumors on the internet. The hell I care. [Actually, I do.] This is what we're waiting for: the elections. Because we want change. But what do we get? A little change of flavor, but on the same dish! That's so ... I don't even want to finish that sentence anymore.

All I want to say is that I, a thirteen year old idiot from the Philippines, who loves Akihiro Sato and UAAP, am also aware and confused about the situation as you are. Don't ever think that kids never know. As the Tender Juicy ad said...

Kids can tell.

[Thanks to No to CON-ASS for the picture.]

Gee.

P.S. Notice that every time you visit my blog a pop-up scares you? Don't worry. That's just a Twitter log-in pop-up. Log in to your Twitter and view my latest updates via Blogspot, but if you don't have a Twitter just cancel it. IT'S NOT A VIRUS, SONDRA. Thanks!

Sixty-One

2009-07-04T19:24:00.002+08:00

Brand new eyes.

I'd love to have a new pair of eyes. Eyes that see the good in people. Eyes that don't absorb violence and corruption. Eyes with any color, but just enough protection and 20/20 vision. I need a new pair of glasses.

On other news, I saw a picture which disturbed me very much.

Kris, get out of the way before I finally make you eat the snake crawling on Adam's leg on Rolling Stone.

GOD, I need more words.

Gee.

P.S. Make sure to wait for Paramore's newest single Ignorance on MTV. It should be ready by late August or early September.

Sixty.

2009-06-29T19:15:00.003+08:00

Final Proposal Framework!

Environmental Issue: Pollution (Land, Air, Water)

I. Problem

What are the main causes of pollution? / How do we prevent pollution from getting worse?

II. Hypothesis

The main causes of pollution are [air] smoke from cars and factories, [water] garbage thrown from the shore, and [land] improper disposal of garbage, esp. littering. / Preventing pollution from getting worse takes a lot of work because the answer to these problems is to follow the three R's and to plant trees to replace the ones the loggers tore down.

III. Proposal Framework

Pollution is one of the most talked about environmental issue to date, in relation to the issues of Global Warming and Climate Change. It happens every day, while we drive our cars to work or just simply throwing a candy wrapper without anybody noticing. On land, the problem about garbage disposal is always an issue. On air, smoke from cars, factories, and cigarettes make it harder to get decent and clean, breathable air. Under water, the fish are dying because they mistake plastic bags as anemones, and the turtles choke on plastic straws because they thought that these were seaweed. Pollution is on e of the main causes of Climate Change, Global Warming, and the depletion of the Ozone Layer. Pollution also causes sickness including lung diseases and food poisoning [air and water]. Affecting humans both physically and mentally, pollution is a hazard for every living thing.

Preventing pollution is not an easy task. Re-planting trees is an option, since people need trees for paper, wood, and other stuff that has to do with it. Practicing the three R's can prevent and lessen the problem with garbage, also saving the fishes under the sea from sudden extinction. Action needs to be done, and there's no one left to do that action but us, the next generation of humans who can make or break the survival of the earth. Starting from scratch, we can prevent pollution from getting worse, or better yet, we can get rid of pollution by simply joining hand-in-hand to help in the preservation of our dear motherland. Pollution is some kind of hindrance.
We were supposed to take care of our motherland, but this is how we repay the Creator for everything he's done: pollution, Global Warming, and destruction. We can do better than that, only if we tried.

Reduce, reuse, recycle. Three simple words for simple answers to complicated questions. Reusing things like plastic and paper bags is the same as recycling, only recycling makes the plastics and paper bags into new things for using. Reducing consumption of paper is also an option, for example writing on both sides of the paper. Replanting trees is the number one answer to our flash flood problems. Trees soak up water about 10 times its weight, since trees turn the water into nutrients. Of course, there are also some minor answers like throwing your trash to the proper containers and avoiding littering. And lastly, you can't do it alone. Teamwork is needed in order to fulfil these actions.

Gee.

Fifty-Nine.

2009-06-28T09:28:00.001+08:00

So as to end all the hullabaloo, I am officially putting a Twitter widget here on Blogspot. I mean, you all can't see my tweets, so here you go.

Short post. GAHD! Need some words.

Gee.

Fifty-Eight.

2009-06-27T10:20:00.002+08:00

P.S. New layout. I think I might not change this for a long time. :]

Gee.

Fifty-Seven.

2009-06-27T10:00:00.003+08:00

Michael Jackson. Someone I idolize, but I haven't seen in person. Someone so rare, yet people criticize him. Someone so rich, but helps people. If I were to choose between Michael and the president of the Philippines, I'd definitely choose him.

After fifty years of a luxurious and paparazzi-filled life, Michael gave up and went back to the Creator. I couldn't blame him, really. He has some sort of sickness, and I don't really care what it is. Sadly, now I do. Michael died of cardiac arrest. He was revived and they tried to revive him even more, but it was of no use. Michael, with a very colorful musical background, died at age 50 at 2:00 pm in the afternoon (Here in Manila, it's about 5 am). When my sister told me, I thought it was another chain message from some lunatics who do not have text mates, but she was serious. I couldn't even bring myself to eat the other half of the banana I was munching on as my sister told me the shocking news. It's as if eating won't solve anything. He's dead. I mean, it was as if eating was not the right thing to do at that time. Then I remembered that he was supposed to have his last concert in London this July.

That concert, sold out after the release date, is now null and void. The artist is dead, the fans wasted money, Michael lovers disappointed. In their fury, some people thought that Michael killed himself just to be absent in the concert. But no-o. He died of cardiac arrest because of the concert. His constant rehearsals and practices caused over fatigue, therefore the result is death. He tried to be the best he can be because it is his last concert. But being the best is clearly not for everyone.

Michael, wherever you are, I'll remember you. I love you, although I really don't show it. Hooray for the blacks.

***

On a lighter note, Paramore's newest album Brand New Eyes is going to be out on September. Here's the album cover link [it's WAY too big for me to post it, anyway]:
Click for the ALBUM COVER of BRAND NEW EYES

It's simple, but it's meaningful.

Bye,
Gee.

Fifty-Six.

2009-06-20T13:50:00.006+08:00

I'm currently doing my Science project and it's a proposal framework. I don't know what that is, but my cousin explained it to me so I understood it. I'll be posting mine here, and if you happen to be my classmate, PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY WORK! :) You may credit it, however, by putting the source on the very bottom of your page.

***

Just to make sure that you know when to stop the copy-paste cycle. :]

Environmental Issue: Pollution (Land, Air, Water)

I. Problem

What are the main causes of pollution? / How do we prevent pollution from getting worse?

II. Hypothesis

The main causes of pollution are [air] smoke from cars and factories, [water] garbage thrown from the shore, and [land] improper disposal of garbage, esp. littering. / Preventing pollution from getting worse takes a lot of work because the answer to these problems is to follow the three R's and to plant trees to replace the ones the loggers tore down.

III. Proposal Framework

*Sidenote: The teacher asked us to write this in 350-500 words. Just to make sure, I'll make this extra long. :D

Pollution is one of the most talked about environmental issue to date, apart from Global Warming and Climate Change. It is present in every country, no matter how clean it may be, and we, the people, are causing too much of it. On land, the problem about garbage disposal is always an issue. On air, smoke from cars, factories, and cigarettes make it harder to get decent and clean, breathable air. Under water, the fish are dying because they mistake plastic bags as anemones, and the turtles choke on plastic straws because they thought that these were seaweed. Pollution is on e of the main causes of Climate Change, Global Warming, and the depletion of the Ozone Layer. Pollution also causes sickness including lung diseases and food poisoning [air and water]. Affecting humans both physically and mentally, pollution is a hazard for every living thing.

Preventing pollution is not an easy task. Re-planting trees is an option, since people need trees for paper, wood, and other stuff that has to do with it. Practicing the three r's can prevent and lessen the problem with garbage, also saving the fishes under the sea from sudden extinction. Action needs to be done, and there's no one left to do that action but us, the next generation of humans who can make or break the survival of the earth. Starting from scratch, we can prevent pollution from getting worse, or better yet, we can get rid of pollution by simply joining hand-in-hand to help in the preservation of our dear motherland. Pollution is some kind of hindrance.
[Sidenote: this is becoming more of a blog post than a project. I NEED TO GET SERIOUS!]
We were supposed to take care of our motherland, but this is how we repay the Creator for everything he's done: pollution, Global Warming, and destruction. We can do better than that, only if we tried.

Reduce, reuse, recycle. Three simple words for simple answers to complicated questions. Reusing things like plastic and paper bags is the same as recycling, only recycling makes te plastics and paper bags into new things for using. Reducing consumption of paper is also an option, for example writing on both sides of the paper. Replanting trees is the number one answer to our flash flood problems. Trees soak up water about 10 times its weight, since trees turn the water into nutrients. Of course, there are also some minor answers like throwing your trash to the proper containers and avoiding littering. And lastly, you can't do it alone. Teamwork is needed in order to fulfill these actions.

***
I think I'm wrong. I wish that I'm gonna be right here. :))

I'm doone. I still have to do something, though. HAH.

Gee.

Fifty-Five.

2009-06-17T20:09:00.001+08:00

I don't feel like blogging! God, this is so hard. I'm hungry. And afraid.

Gee.

P.S. ~I was sick of Adam, and I found this skin. I LOVE ITTTT!!!

Fifty-Four.

2009-06-13T16:21:00.002+08:00

Listening to: Skeleton Boy by Friendly Fires
Eating: Nothing
Watching: WhatTheBuck

I wish I could make my own YouTube account (I already have one - it's in my links) and rant on and on like ShaneDawson, but I cannot. Actually, we cannot. It's like a policy in STC that we can't be discovered or something...whatever. It's in the handbook. I think.

So I was Multiply hopping, and I remembered that I had this other account in Multiply, the one that got hacked. I visited that and I was shocked to see all the hate comments that my bullies from grade school had posted there. I mean, yes, I was bullied when I was in grade school, but up until now? And on the internet? Dude, this reeks. I really hate bullies.

I'm getting off topic. Oh wait. There is no topic, hahaha.

I received this text message from a friend of mine that says, 'get an 'i'm never gonna dance again' shirt from [insert Multiply ID here]. watch out for 'HAYDEN' cameras!' I think they might be off the wall. I would like a t-shirt, but they're pushing it too hard already. The issue is already being processed in court. Katrina has found solace in Gabriela. Hayden has learned from his mistakes [I guess], so can we just leave them alone with their own problems? It's their burden, not ours. We can be so immature at times.

Another issue that reeks is the Con-Ass thing. I mean, why can't they just let go of Cha-Cha? It won't pass the people anyway. We hate it. And if they continue on with the Charter Change, the rates of criminal acts will increase. More people will get raped, killed, ambushed, all because there's a change in the charter, and the leaders are on their positions because they are power-hungry. Look at their TV ads. Do they speak of the truth? Maybe so, but did they really help the people in their ads? I bet not, because they just want publicity for the 2010 elections. They don't want to help, they want votes. They buy votes. They don't just stand there and say, "Oh, I pity the poor people, let's help them," rather, they say, "Let's help the poor people so they'll vote for me and I can use their money for myself!" It's sad that the Philippines is truly not a free country, even if we celebrate our so-called 'Independence Day' during the twelfth of June. It's so sad that we don't know who to vote for, and the ones we are voting for are not the people that we need to really say that the Philippines has changed its ways. It's so sad that there are very selfish and dishonest people in the country, especially in our government.

That's why there are youth organizations that encourages the youth to speack up and participate in the electoins. Children and the rest of the youth are honest and open-minded -- they can say what they want to say and they won't get sued so badly, since they're still so young and innocent. People believe the youth right away. And that is also why the ones who will run for presidency want the youth to be encouraged to vote for them. Such savages! They don't know who they're dealing with. If I were legal to vote, I'll never vote. Not unless someone mature and responsible shows up. If the elections will continue.

I hope I've puked up what I wanted to say today. What a long post.

Gee.

P.S. - I need your help in renovating my site. Please give me ideas on my tagboard. Thanks. :)

Fifty-Three.

2009-06-12T16:02:00.003+08:00

I was looking for celebrity gossip, when suddenly, I saw this and it broke my heart.

American Idol’s glamtastic runner-up Adam Lambert opens up in the next issue of Rolling Stone, speaking frankly about his sexuality, though he doesn’t think his revelation is particularly shocking.
“I don’t think it should be a surprise for anyone to hear that I’m gay,” Lambert says in the new issue of Rolling Stone, hitting newsstands this week. (Click here to check out exclusive video of his cover shoot).
The flamboyant Idol singer hits our cover and bares all, talking about his childhood (”I started to realize I wasn’t like every other boy,” he says), the drug-fueled Burning Man epiphany that led him to AI (”I realized that we all have our own power, and that whatever I wanted to do, I had to make happen,” he tells RS) and his run on the show (”I was like, ‘I’m going to glue rhinestones on my eyelids, bitch!’ “). And yes, he talks about his sexuality. “Right after the finale, I almost started talking about it to the reporters, but I thought, ‘I’m going to wait for Rolling Stone, that will be cooler,’ ” he tells us. “I didn’t want the Clay Aiken thing and the celebrity-magazine bullshit. I need to be able to explain myself in context.
“I’m proud of my sexuality,” Lambert adds. “I embrace it. It’s just another part of me.” Ultimately, however Lambert tells RS contributor Vanessa Grigoriadis that there are other parts of his life that he’s trying to keep front and center. “I’m trying to be a singer, not a civil rights leader,” he says.
It was that mission — and his Burning Man “psychedelic experience” — that lead him to Idol after years in musical theater. “I knew that it was my only shot to be taken seriously in the recording industry, because it’s fast and broad,” he tells RS. (See photos of Lambert’s remarkable American Idol run here.)
He details his experience on Idol, his true thoughts on winner Kris Allen and how his sexuality impacted his Idol run in our cover story, “Wild Idol: The Psychedelic Transformation and Sexual Liberation of Adam Lambert,” which hits newsstands this week.

Thanks to Rollingstone. I owe you one.

I know that my Adam is gay, but I was clearly not expecting him to be that open about his sexuality, like Clay Aiken! *forgive me if I misspelled Clay's surname, but I really don't care, since he hates Adam and I hate him.* Here's a sneak preview (actually, it is already out in newsstands) of the cover of the newest Rollingstone issue, in which Adam is the cover.

I accept his gayness, and I respect that, but he does look sexier than when he was still hiding his true sexuality. :))

Lesson learned: Admit whatever it is that you want to be admitted because sometimes, it'll be too late.

Gee.

Note: Notice the 're-layout'? I was sick of the other one, again, and I love Adam. I'm planning of making a David Cook layout. :D

Fifty-Two.

2009-06-08T17:34:00.002+08:00

Correction: today is my last day on the internet, dude.

It was the first day of school and it was very exciting. There was a new student in our class and her name was Serena something...and she came from STC Cebu. What irony, huh. So, we introduced ourselves and we have these nametags! Weee. I so love nametags And there. I don't want to talk about teachers right now, although we do have a new teacher named Ed Aguinaldo, in our science class. I think I might like science this year. I like meeting new teachers.

I sort of got sick during the middle of the day. I felt vomity and stuff. But I didn't throw up, thank God. I just felt sick. But when my seatmate made me laugh, I felt a whole lot better. That Lourdes, she always makes my day. She's a jolly and unpredictable person, like some of my friends.

***

Modesty is never an adjective to describe yourself. You can be modest, but you also can coose to be not. Modesty is like, excuse me, making 'sipsip'. If you're modest, people might think of you as the term mentioned. You're, like, someone pretending to be nice and teenybopper-y when you're not. That's why I dislike teachers who are so nice that they don't mind their students eating in class and making noise, which results to failing grades and constant parent-teacher conferences.

Speaking of modest, Twilight makes me sick now. The books are good, in fact, great. But the movie was so not very great as that of the book. Some important scenes were deleted, and the acting? ZERO. Twilight is not really the best thing to talk about when you're in Starbucks, drinking a choco frapp with your friends. If you don't want t be disappointed, don't watch the film.

***

Okay, so I was watching Shane Dawson on YouTube, and I was really laughing. He's so funny and cute. Haha. He commented on my page, and it was really nice of him. Ohay, that was so random.

***

Bye for the rest of the school year.

Gee.

Fifty-One.

2009-06-07T12:56:00.003+08:00

Today is my last day of surfing the internet before school starts. I swear. Since my grades are, well, low, my guardians have decided to cut my internet use to sparingly only. They knew darn well that I would die if I don't surf the internet, even once a week, so they pitied on me. They wanted me to have good grades and not suffer.

I'm getting sick of blogging. Maybe later?

Gee.

Fifty.

2009-06-04T15:40:00.002+08:00

I was packing because we're leaving tomorrow at six in the morning, and I found out that most of my shirts were missing. It sucked. I cried for a couple of seconds and tried to look for my missing shirts, but to no avail. So I rushed to an internet cafe to tell you losers about it. God, this stinks. I hope this never happens to me again.

On the brighter side, I've renovated my blog. This used to be my layout, but with a couple of editing, TA-DAH! The layout.

Short post again. GOd, I really need some words.

Gee.

Forty-Nine.

2009-05-29T17:41:00.001+08:00

Nah. Just checking. Again.

Forty-Eight.

2009-05-27T16:42:00.000+08:00

NAH. Just testing.

Forty-Seven.

2009-05-25T17:06:00.003+08:00

I edited this blog again. I made the skin, and I'm effin' proud of it! I mean, I was tampering with an Adam Lambert picture, and, huzzah! I have a new blog skin. Too bad for my 'Kris Allen is Hate' post. I had to find a smaller picture. Which brings us back to...

Yes. That's Kris Allen for you.

***
I imagined Hayley Williams with Adam Lambert, and I was scared at the thought. I don't know why, but it seems that Adam and Hayley are not for each other, like Hayley and Josh. Haha. Anyway, as I was imagining Hayley and Adam on a date, I realized that it could be pedophile. It's because Hayley is 20 and Adam will be turning 27. Age gaps, huh.

Speaking of Adam, he has the same age as David Cook. What irony. Haha.

***
My nose bled yesterday because it was hot and I bathed in the sun. So it bled. It was my first nosebleeding accident. I really did not have nosebleeds during my childhood. I was a bleed-free kid, but I attracted too many diseases such as diarrhea and nausea. I hated myself.

On other news, I made this layout myself and I'm proud of it.

***

I'm bored.

Gee.

Forty-Six.

2009-05-21T10:17:00.005+08:00

ARGH. Look at this face. I mean, who would vote for him?
*Okay, I admit it. I tried my best to show you the most embarassing picture that Kris Allen has.

That's the NEW American Idol for you. D:

***

Meanwhile, is having lunch with me and 'accepting defeat'.

Grr.

Gee.

Forty-Five.

2009-05-19T21:15:00.002+08:00

So I'm currently in the mode of deleting my blog novel and doing this the hard way - typing it on Word. It's really a bummer. I'm having this writer's block because I really can't think while I;m depressed. I have been depressed for, oh, about a week already, all because I couldn't go to the David Cook Concert. You probably think that I'm absurd. I say that my being depressed about some concert is worth it, since I was really looking forward to it since January.

The title of the said novel I'm writing is Boy versus Girl. It's about how boys don't understand girls and girls don't understand boys, and the like. The story revolves around Randy, who's a basketball jock, and Karen, who's a cheerleader. They meet each other and try to understand the other specie, and in the end, they fall in love. Typical teen love story, but I think it's worth reading, if you're interested. I might post a link to the PDF version of the novel. I'm still working on the first chapter, but let's just hope that I finish it and it doesn't end up in the recycle bin.

***

My day was pretty upsetting. The skies were gray and dull, and I was just inside the house, playing Diner Dash until my forefinger hurt from clicking. The, about 1:05 in the afternoon, I decided that it was time for a little TV. I watched Totally Spies, wherein Clover finally finds her dream man. I waited for Phineas and Ferb, but it was airing on Saturdays, so I dared not to wait for another show.

After a couple of minutes on the TV, I ran back upstairs, stared at my picture of David Cook, played a sentimental song on the computer, and cried. It's just sobbing, but still. I missed the concert of a lifetime, and I'm going to pay for it by listening to the happy stories of my friends who went to the concert. It hurts, being left out. I never wanted to be left out, ever.

***

For those of you who watched the David Cook concert, torment me by writing on my tagboard. For those of you who don't care, adopt-a-tree from my profile. And for those of you who are worried about me, thank you.

Watch out for my novel sometime next year. Or the year after that.

Gee.

Forty-four.

2009-05-16T21:53:00.007+08:00

Today marks the day of my first ever great depression over David Cook. He's having his concert today, and I'm not there to support him. I want to fly back to Manila and voluntarily throw a fan-made 'I heart DC' T-shirt at him. I want to be there to support him. But sadly, I cannot.

I watched some local TV show today, and it had an interview of David Cook. Immediately, I turned off the computer, ran downstairs, sat on the couch facing the television set, and watched silently as he was being interviewed. Man, he lost weight. Man, he's so hot. Man, I wish I could wipe off the sweat from his face using my t-shirt. I was watching so solemnly, so quietly, that when I was eating Quake and watching TV, it made no noise. Every word, every sentence that he said - I heard them all. And it makes me a tiny bit happy when he says 'Philippines'.

He sent me an imaginary text message:

Gee, I'm really sorry you can't come. How about going to my official site? That way, we can chat after the concert and I'll tell you all about it. Love, hugs, and kisses, DC :x

It was so sweet of him to remember that his wife is currently bleeding and weeping and mourning. I'm now a happy member of his fan club, and you can be too, if you're interested. The Official Website of David Cook is available now. I guess he won't be online today after all. I just have to wait him out.

Back to the real world, I posted a comment on D's blog post regarding the death of his brother:

Finding Strength

Sat, 05/16/2009 - 10:02 — ComeGetMe.

David, you are a true role model, and I know we both know that you are finding solace and strength from your loved ones, and most especially, your fans, just like me. I cried for you. I don't know why I cried over someone I personally don't know, but I think that's why I'm a fan of yours. I cry over your people. And that's why I will forever love and support you. Meanwhile, Adam is having coffee with God and smiling back at you. Don't worry, David. everything's all right, as long as you have faith and the strength to carry on.

I think that will be enough to empower him through the rough times, like my friends empowered me when my own mother died. It was harder for me since I was only a kid then, but D? He's had Adam Cook as his brother for about 26 years already. It must be harder for him, so I wrote a comment, a meaningful one. I truly believe that people who die would have coffee with God and ave this mini TV showing the latest happenings in the lives of their loved ones back on Earth. My mom's playing Mah Jong with God, while Adam's chatting with God, on the other end of the table, with a coffee cup at hand, laughing. Laughing because he's happy to be someplace safe, someplace he can live in peace without disturbance.

***

I totally forgot about my grieveing for the David Cook/Archuleta concert. I was so happy in the David Cook site that I forgot that I was down and sad about the dang concert. I think that's what makes me happy when I don't get what I want: my idols. They're the role models, we're the followers. They're happy, so we try to be happy. It's a domino effect. We don't have much choice but to fall back, like the other dominoes.

To end this post, I'm happy to show you something very pretty.

*Adam for Idol. repeat after me. Adam for Idol.

Waiting for DC,

Gee.

Forty-Three.

2009-05-13T22:00:00.000+08:00

A letter to David Cook.

Dearest David,

How are you, dear? I heard that your plane has landed safely from the US. I hope you don't have that swine flu, or I'll have to kick your teeth down to your esophagus. Anyway, I was hoping to tell you something serious, love, and I hope you'll understand every wingle word. Why wouldn't you? You speak English very well.So here it goes:

I am not going to attend your concert for various reasons. One, that I am currently on vacation in our house in Bicol. I wish to go back to Manila, but the typhoon caused too much trouble that I dared not leave our poor house. Two, prices are high these days, and sadly, I cannot afford even the slightest plane ticket. I know, I know. I should've asked for money for plane fares, but I am so troubled - I don't want to cause any more of your troubles. Three, my aunt won't allow it. Squishing through people just to see your angelic face... she will not allow me to be squished to death. I might as well die of heart attack because I saw you bare naked than to die because I got stepped on in one of your concerts.

Please do understand that I am but a mere thirteen year old girl and I still have a lot of concerts and gatherings to attend which is much more important than yours. But I wish to send you my love, although I will not be present to shout "I EFFIN LOVE DAVID COOK" on top of my lungs in the duration of your concert with (*ahem. pest.*) David Archuleta. I am deeply sorry, and I hope that by the time you recieve this letter, you will understand that I cannot really go to your concert. Please bear with me, love.

But this is not goodbye. You have more concerts, and I will watch them all one by one.

I love you VERY much, dear.

Your loving wife since the start of AMERICAN IDOL Season 7,
Gee.

(*This is just my imagination, k. Wag nyong seryosohin. Pero seriously, I'm not going to the concert. :))*)

Forty-Two.

2009-05-13T20:38:00.002+08:00

Fearlessforces' regular posts will not appear today, instead, a survey will appear on this post.

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The computer
[X] I spent hours at a time on the computer.
[X] Without the computer, life would not be the same.
[X] I depend so much on my computer, if it broke down, I would cry.
[X] I have sooooo many pictures, files, games & other things saved on my computer.
[X] When I have homework or other responsibilities, I tend to go on the computer instead.
[] I have been late to something because I couldn't get off the damn computer.
[X] My parents always say that they're 'going to take away my internet' because they know that would be the ultimate punishment.
Total: 6

Online chat/phone
[] I have spent more than 6 hours talking on the phone.
[] My phone is practically attached to my ear.
[] I have gone to sleep extremely late because I was up all time talking on the phone.
[] My cellphone bill is too high.
[X] If my MSN/AIM/Yahoo, etc. won't allow me to sign in, I go crazy.
[] I have over 200 online buddies.
[X] I met good friends, or even my best friend, online.
[X] I meet people in person that I met on the internet, complete strangers.
[] I spent more time in chatrooms than I do with my own family/friends.
[X] I rather chat online than by phone, email, or in person.
Total: 4

Magazines/books
[X] I am ALWAYS reading something.
[X] I have 100 + magazines.
[X] I buy more than 3 magazines every month.
[] I am subscribed to more than 3 magazines.
[X] I am soon gonna run out of space to put all my magazines!
[] When my mom threatens that she's gonna throw out my magazines, I yell & tell her that I'm keeping them forever!
[X] Reading is way more fun than TV, computer, music, etc.
[X] Books are my life. I even wanna write a book.
[X] I spend more money on books/magazines than I do on clothes every month.
Total: 7

Music
[X] Without music, my life would be miserable.
[X] It seems that I'm always humming or singing something.
[] I like every type of music.
[] My mp3 player/iPod has over 1000 songs.
[X] Not to mention the huge amount of songs I have on my computer.
[] I have 200+ CD's.
[X] Music cheers me up, makes me happy, relieves my stress.
[X] Whatever mood I'm in, I can always listen to some music.
[X] I am/want to be in a band.
[] I lost count of how many concerts I've been to.
Total: 6

Movies
[] I see at least 4 movies in theatres per month.
[X] I have so many DVD's, I don't know where all of them are!
[] I have a DVD player in my room, that I use often.
[] I buy every movie that I really like.
[X ] I keep all my movie stubs.
[X] I am always quoting things from movies.
[X] I can list 20 of my favourite movies right now.
[X] I watch the Oscars religously.
[] Movies are better than TV shows & music put together.
[X] I have over 5 favorite actors & over 5 favorite actresses.
Total: 6

Make-up, hair & other girly things
[] I straighten/curl/crimp my hair every day.
[] I don't remember how my own natural hair colour looks unless I look at old pictures.
[] I have so much make-up, I don't even use half of it.
[] I have more than 5 eyeliners, 5 eyeshadow palettes & 5 lip glosses.
[] I wear bows, hairbands, ribbons, etc. in my hair.
[] I get my hair cut more than once every 3 months.
[] I LOVE pink, anything pink is good!
[] Flowers are awesome, as well as chocolate, jewelry & designer clothes.
[X] Accessories are actually more important to me than my clothes!
[] I have more than 5 purses.
Total: 1 (LOSER! ((:)

Television
[X] I watch at least 5 shows per day.
[] I spend more than 5 hours watching TV every day.
[X] I am addicted to some shows.
[X] If I miss an episode of my favourite show, I'll freak out.
[X] I watch TV before I go to sleep.
[] My alarm clock is my TV.
[X] I have seen every MTV show at least once.
[] I have more than 500 channels on my TV.
[] I use picture-in-picture.
[X] During commercials, I flip to other channels to watch something else.
Total: 6

Sports
[] I watch sports every day.
[] I have been on a sports team more than 5 times.
[X] I play sports any chance I get.
[] I am very athletic & fit.
[] I work out all the time.
[] I also walk, run, bike, or swim on a regular basic (as a way of exercising).
[X] I have a favourite basketball, soccer, baseball, etc. player as well as favourite teams.
[] I like to be outside waayy more than staying inside.
[X] I don't mind getting sweaty or breaking a nail.
[X] No, I'm not girly.
Total: 4

Food
[X] I am in love with chocolate.
[X] I will eat anything once.
[X] I always eat when I'm bored, stressed, watching TV, etc.
[] I don't care about my weight, all I wanna do is eat!
[X] I have tried Mexican, Italian, Chinese, Thai, Indian, as well as other kind of dishes.
[] I don't have many foods that I dislike.
[] I like going to parties or other gatherings for the food!
[X] My friends say I'm a pig when it comes to food.
[X] I cannot go to the mall without eating something at the food court.
[X] Snacking is my favourite pastime.
Total: 6

Going out/friends
[] I go to tons of parties every year.
[X] I have more friends than I can count.
[X] If someone invites me to go somewhere, I don't care what mood I'm in, I'm going!
[X] Movie theatres, amusement parks & malls are among my favourite places.
[] I hate staying in, I'd rather be out 24/7.
[] The computer is cool, but partying is so much better!
[X] My friends & I do crazyyy things!
[X] I cannot pay attention in class because I'm always chatting with friends or thinking about what I'm gonna do that night.
[X] Work? Who has time for a job when you can hang out with your friends instead!
Total: 6

Shopping/clothes
[] I go shopping at least twice a week.
[] I don't care how many shoes or accessories I have, I always need more!
[] There's always more room in my closet for more clothes.
[X] I follow fashion/trends.
[] I have 10 or more pairs of jeans.
[] I have 30+ shoes.
[X] The mall = best place ever!
[X] I spend money like nothing else.
[X] I can't just 'hang' at the mall, I have to buy something!
[] I want a job at my favourite store so I can get discounts & go shopping after work!
Total: 4

Bad things
[] I steal/shoplift frequently.
[] I smoke cigarettes every day.
[] I smoke something other than cigarettes regularly.
[] I have gone to school/work high or drunk.
[] I get drunk when I'm with friends & then do stupid things.
[] I have done sexual things under the influence.
[X] I curse ALL the time.
[X] I fight with people constantly.
[] I have been arrested.
[] I am banned from 2 or more places.
Total: 2

The one with the biggest total is your major addiction. If you have a tie, include them all.
I am addicted to: Magazines.
[ Love from ServinSurveys dot multiply dot com ]

***

Gee.

Forty-One.

2009-05-11T20:28:00.003+08:00

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

The Fearlessforces Mother's Day Special

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Happy Mother's Day to all mothers who are reading this blog (if there are any). Welcome to my mother's day special, wherein I will describe my mother (and maybe yours), and maybe I'll slip in some pictures as well, if I feel like it. Actually, I do.

**

My mother's name is Mary Jacqueline Guan Nim, and she's a jolly heck of a person. She married my father, Arli John Paguntalan Nim (this is for the sake of those who keep on misspelling my father's first name), and had two children, namely Bea and yours truly. We were a happy family, not holding grudges. My mother would constantly buy us stuff (as all mothers do), and taught us about needs and wants. She enrolled us at St. Theresa's College when I was seven and my sister, ten. After a few months, she showed signs of cancer.

Now my mom, afraid that knowing her illness would make us children very depressed, never told us directly about her cancer. In fact, she liked to think of it as a challenge from God: a challenge of my mother's faith in Him. I would constantly ask her how she feels, and she would reply, "As if my bones were made of polvoron, and my stomach was made from sliced bread." Even after she shaved her head and we children would laugh at her - excuse me - now hideous hairdo, she would just laugh with us and go with the flow. We were children, and we were having fun. She did not want to remove the fun while she was in pain, and even if she was in pain.

She underwent chemo therapy during our first STC summer. We were in Bicol then, and I, who was really a mommy's girl at heart, would call her in her hospital room via landline. There was a time when we visited her in the hospital, but I was not allowed since I was too young, so I kind of threw a tantrum outside. The staff were forced to let me in, but only for an hour. And we were required to pay a certain fine.

The best hospital visit for me was the last. I was not allowed an hour this time, so I cried in peace, sitting on a bench in the waiting area. As I cried, someone shoved Ferrero Chocolates at my face - my mom! I cried harder - in joy! We talked about a lot of stuff - school, bullies, family, allowance, more school, the chocolate, and lastly, her condition. I smiled when we parted, because I somehow knew that this moment was the last ever day that I saw her in flesh and blood.

When she passed away, we were in Bicol. My father wanted us home, so we travelled by land. When we got home, and my father saw us, he said simply, "Kids, mama is in heaven." I cried. I punched my father's belly. I ran next door, where mom's friends and my cousins were, waiting for us. At the sight of me, they cried. They didn't want us to find out this way. only 48 hours ago, I was talking to her on the phone, and now, I was going to see her in a coffin. I hated them all during that time. I thought that they didn't do anything to save mom's life. But my aunt calmed me down and my hate subsided, so after a couple of hours I decided to go to the wake with my father and sister.

**

You see, I was still a kid when my mother died. It is quite hard for me to forget the pain and the misery and the friendless third grade times, y'know. I'm traumatized. But you know, my mom left something valuable: the people around me to take care of me and my sister. I think that's all that matters, right?

So there ya go. No pictures. I didn't feel like it. Again, I greet every mother a Happy Mother's Day, and as for you, Martians, don't forget that chocolate cake you were planning to give your mom. :)

Gee.

Forty.

2009-05-09T21:55:00.002+08:00

Typos.

I hate them. I really do. Although I am a fast typer, I always commit typographical errors. If I committed one, I would really make it right, editing the whole post and searching for typos so that I could change 'em. What's wrong with my fingers, anyway?

We all commit typos. I mean, we're not perfect. Even Bill Gates commits typos. Even, excuse me, Sir Jeff commits typos. It's not the keyboard's fault, and it ain't your fingers, too. It's just a way of life. That's why the 'backspace' button was made. To erase the typos. If it was made for nothing, then it wouldn't be sitting pretty with the other useful buttons on the board.

(counted 25 typos. 26 if you include this one.)

***

Today at the dining table we talked about the house, bills, fish, the storm. But mostly the storm. The storm that caused flood at our house back in Bulan, and the storm that caused the water supply to be cut. We also talked about renovating the house, but we're still thinking about it. The house has only one floor, so it's really prone to flood.

Ew. Short post. To make this long, I'll just slip something...

Little Lulu, another one of my 'Old Comics' favorites.

Gee.

Thrity-Nine.

2009-05-07T21:12:00.002+08:00

The Adventures of SUPERDUPERMAN!

Superduperman starts with Clark Bent (funny name), a nerdy, dweeb-y, puny boy who's an assistant copy boy in the local paper, 'Daily Dirt'. He has a crush on Lois Pain, girl reporter, and assumes that if she knew that he was the legendary and stupid superhero Spuerduperman, she would fall real hard for him. But then he was wrong. As soon as Lois knew who he really was, she still dumped him. Poor, poor Clark.

The reason I'm telling you all thins is because I am now an avid reader of rare comic books. I was just reading, then my uncle saw me and gave me a compilation of one, and I haven't exited my room ever since. Except for meals. I loved the compilation so much that I would really like to have it, but since it was rare, I dared not to ask it from my uncle. Y'know, my sudden love for old comic books gave me a great depression - why do people hate these kinds of stuff now? Don't they know that Superman and Plastic Man came from these old and ancient papers?

I'm really in deep shock when I saw the compilation. It was neat, as if it has not been touched for years. He took real care of it, my uncle. That's why when I was reading it, I was lying on my stomach as to not destroy the cover. I think it's really important to him, that compilation. It's very rare and old.

Old comics such as these should not - and I repeat, not - be abandoned. They should be read and understood. They should be passed on to the future generation. We're not the only ones who can read this. Other people, the future generation, can benefit from the past.

I remembered something random - a book I'm reading, entitled City of Stars by Mary Hoffman. It's compelling and beautiful and I jsut bought it for 75 smackers! Hahaha! What a bargain. Anyway, it's about a girl named Geoigia who's being bullied by her stepbrother Russel, so she finds console in a winged-horse replica which was secretly a device helping her teleport to another world - the ancient Italy. She learned all about the government and the traditions of ancient Rome and the people. That's what I mean by benefiting the past. You can learn from it, and it makes you stronger.

Going back to the 'Superduperman', I think you should find stores that sell this comic book. It's funny, really. Lois calls him 'creep', and Clark finds it enough that he smells her perfume. I think smelling a woman's perfume is funny. No one does that, especially if you sniff directly from the person and you're a boy and everything. Oh well.

I think I proved a point today. I'm just going to leave the rest of the thinking to you.

Gee.

Thirty-Eight.

2009-05-06T21:09:00.004+08:00

It's the final four of American Idol! Yipee! And Adam Lambert's in it! :) I'm really not surprised, though - Adam is just doggone good. I mean, he was never in the Bottom 3, nor he had a low count of votes. He has this charisma that only he has, and even sixteen-year-old Allison (whose voice sounds like rubbing stone on sandpaper while listening to Mozart) and his rock-and-rollish voice. Adam's vocal range is superfluous (I don't even know what that means), and no one - not even Paula - could reach the pitch of his voice.

Speaking of Adam, he's quite a handful. he's smart, gorgeous, hot, and, er, gay. Don't mind me saying this, but I do think he's gay. Or girlish. Or - never mind. The point is that Adam is the most talented in of the four, then Allison, then Danny, then Kris. But I don't think Kris deserves to be in the final 4 though. He's of no talent. (sorry, die-hard Allen-noids.)

I'm not updated, meaning I found out about the final four and that Giraud guy being voted out today, as I surfed the internet with glee. I was in shock and happy at the same time because 1. Matt Giraud is gone!!!!! My dreams are coming true! 2. Adam is in the final four!!!!! 3. Allison is in the final four as well!!! 4. Danny didn't get a haircut!!! 5. I hate Kris Allen!!!!! This is once in a lifetime, you know. The perfect Final Four has reached the world. Last year's Final Four was bad: Syesha didn't deserve to be in the Final Four. Brooke did. Now going back to the present and shaking the past off, I think I was hyperventilating when I saw that Adam was not voted out. I shouldn't have. It's expected of him not to lose since he was The Hot Gay - er - Guy. He could do anything, even manipulate minds. He manipulated my mind and got me addicted to him, saying, 'Stare at my pictures wherein I was kissing this guyy...STARE AT THEM!' And of course I stared at them. He was Adam Lambert, dammit! Adam Lambert kissing a guy. Quite the contrary.

The skies have cleared here. It means that the American Idol finals night is near! We must get ready! Don't talk and reserve your voices so that when the time comes, we may scream "ADAM!" on top of our lungs!

Gee.

P.S. -- Sorry for the previous post. I was bored and having my regular Writer's block.

Thirty-Seven.

2009-05-05T21:27:00.003+08:00

DARN.

The darned world. Huhuhu. :(

Thirty-Six.

2009-05-05T20:51:00.003+08:00

Hello, I do not approve of political ads, especially during the time of crisis.

Hello, I'm not a geek, I'm just aware.

And if you have a problem with that, rant on my tagboard.

xXx

I told you my first 'I Hate The 2010 Elections' post wasn't over yet. This is the continuation. I just had to find the perfect time and place to post this without people douting me and stuff. You know...

Anyway, continuing my rants, I was more observant of the typhoon goings-on 'cause you'll know that a good politician is doing his or her work in times of crisis. What I noticed was:

1. The providence (noodles, rice..) came in too late.

2. The mayor of the town was, well, out of town during the succession of the typhoon. Meaning she didn't want to get involved in the situation because it's too sticky.

I also thought and pondered on what I saw on TV. I already ranted about this, am I right? Well, anyway, it's really unfair to show people that you care, but behind their backs, you rub your hands with a great amount of alcohol. It's like cheating, yo. Cheating is bad, specially if you want to serve a country and be its role model. It's not really that fair.

Another issue is the influenza pandemic, or as we call it, the A(H) something something... OH, WHAT THE HECK - that flu we're all scared about. People are claiming to care for the people who has that flu we're all scared about, but in reality, they're as disgusted as me. I mean, I really don't want to go outside and play on a sunny day, even if the flu's still not in contact with anybody in the country. I'm just making sure. Moving on, I think that the politicians should not be like me - a thirteen year old brat. They should do something - anything - to prevent that sickness form coming to the Philippines and to save the world. Wouldn't they want to be known worldwide, just like Susan Boyle?

This issue about the 2010 Elections has got to stop. Campaigning to gain your votes is not the way to get votes - prove yourself on the spot. You're not a TV star, you're a national icon. Prove you're one. And we'll vote for you.

Gee.

Thirty-Five.

2009-05-04T22:47:00.002+08:00

This is a little chat with my uncle.

*melchesidekguan: uncle, cookiecorner: me

melchisedek guan: annong ballastic?
cookiecorner: wala.
cookiecorner: haha
cookiecorner: parang baliw in a way
cookiecorner:
melchisedek guan: naku epekto ng baha yan
cookiecorner: nakapagswimming kasi ako sa baha eh
cookiecorner:
cookiecorner: basahin mo : http://fearlessforces.blogspot.com
cookiecorner: may bago akong post
cookiecorner: tungkol sa baha at ang adventures namin
melchisedek guan: ay naku random random na naman yun. sabi nga ni manny, "i mean, you know."
cookiecorner: straight-to-the-point na yun!
melchisedek guan: okkhhhay. reading it now. ano gawa ni tita maliz?lambingan blues sila ng hubby?
cookiecorner: di naman masyado.
cookiecorner: si tito ferdie nasa kwarto nagbabasa
cookiecorner: tapos si tita nanunuod ng tayong dalawa sa living room
melchisedek guan: how boring life could be!
cookiecorner: yeah...
cookiecorner: lalo na sa bulan!
melchisedek guan: hala, ang suplada naman ng blog mo. hurt ako.
cookiecorner: di naman.
cookiecorner: sorry ha
cookiecorner:
melchisedek guan: you're so saucy naman.
cookiecorner: hahaha
cookiecorner:
melchisedek guan: pareho kami ni daniele ng comment: sosyalera ka day.
cookiecorner: bakit naman?
melchisedek guan: as in life sucks in the province? naku the contrary is true. life superasinmegasucks in maneeelaah (to the sound of a beauty contestant)
cookiecorner:
cookiecorner: eh nasanay na eh. wala nang magagawa.
melchisedek guan: okay, forgiven. pero alam mo ba na diyan ko sa maynila naranasan ang worst flooding, worst earthquake at worst blackouts? sa bulan, all i got was the freshest air and the truest friends. i would not even notice the calamities around. as in, kahit umiihip ng malakas ang hangin to the tune of signal no. 892, ang theme song pa din ay cool change.
cookiecorner: hahaha. pero kasi baliktad tayo eh. kahit polluted ang air sa manila, sobrang at home ako dyan kasi dyan ako lumaki eh. kahit taga bulan din naman ako, ganyan din naman yung sasabihin ko eh.
melchisedek guan: excuse me. i was born in st. lukes quezon city. i am the most legitimate quezon city native. but my mantra remains: metro manila sucks.
cookiecorner: kasi it's polluted. pero metro manila is THE LIFE!!!
cookiecorner: for me
melchisedek guan: i love it though for its decadence
cookiecorner: food?
melchisedek guan: decadence, decadency n a state of deterioration of standards, esp of morality.-decadent adj.
cookiecorner: ah, sorry
cookiecorner: inaantok lang eh
cookiecorner: snn na kasi
cookiecorner:
melchisedek guan: tulog ka na kasi you slept on a hard bed e. your back is so sakit na. sore na kaseeh. pity naman you.
cookiecorner: yuh.
melchisedek guan: duh as in totally
cookiecorner: hahaha
melchisedek guan: nabasa na ni tita maliz ang blog mo? ano comment niya. alam mo sa unang portion parang cnn hero ka pero sa huli....shucks...assumptionistang maruya ang dating.
cookiecorner: ieedit ko na nga eh
cookiecorner: hahaha
melchisedek guan is typing a message.
melchisedek guan: he he naapektuhan ba
cookiecorner: onga eh
cookiecorner: yan, na edit ko na

Somehow, he has a point. I mean, I shouldn't really put everything I think about stuff on my blog. That'll be too public, and bad publicity is, well, bad. So I edited this blog of mine after pondering for a bit, and i thought, hey, that experience wasn't so bad after all. It was a fulfilling life lesson.

So I'm out for today. Need to catch on my sleep, y'know.

Gee.

Thirty-Four.

2009-05-04T11:57:00.003+08:00

Today marks the day of the death of the Primadonna me. I'm now ready for action, may it be earthquake or flood. That's right, flood. Flood from the rain. I swam in flood to save my life.

Let me break it down for you, one by one.

Firstly, someone woke me up at about 7:00 am last Saturday and told me that there was water in my bedroom. True enough. So I helped the people in our ancestral house to carry the Samsung Flatscreen TV from one place to another just so it won't float around once the water level starts rising. After thirty minutes or so, the water reached my waist, and we had to evacuate. Since there was a parking space which sloped before you got to the road outside the gate, the water reached my chest, and the air became thin, so it became harder to breathe. We literally swam out of the house (since the dang rescuers were too late, anyway) and paddled our poor restless feet to the neighbor's house, the old man I like to call Papa Jun. Since their house had a veranda that has stairs and has a three-floor room, it was safe to evacuate there. Some of our friends and family also evacuated with us, but we had the bedroom for ourselves since we knew the owner directly (talk about being selfish). And so there.

The next day (yesterday), the water level decreased, so we decided that it was time to check out the house for good. It was a mess (literally): clothes everywhere, the sala set floating towards the gate, and the TV sets? (we have three, mind you) They're safe. Except for the TV in the dirty kitchen, though. It got soaked. But a mechanic can fix it. Hopefully. Anyway, we kind of cleaned the house first, and we slept in a spring bed without a mattress. It hurt my back, though.

Today, I'm in Sorsogon again. It's safe here, but unluckily for me, there's no water. Good thing they have a healthy supply of water enough to last us for a week or so, depending on when the water would arrive. At least it didn't flood or rain hard here.

Lesson learned:
I learned nothing, although I did find out that I could carry a lot of stuff while I'm under pressure.

Realization:
It's really hard to have a realization, although I can tell you this: it's better to have an experience like this than never.
Gee.

Thirty-Three.

2009-04-30T21:38:00.003+08:00

Pardon me, Martians, but I am currently having my regular writer's block. I am unable to continue my outrage about the 2010 Presidential elections.

Anyway, may I just suggest that you write on my tagboard if you want a topic discussed here on my blog.

xXx

I totally dig my aunt's new phone right now. It's a Sony Ericsson c905, and it's a slide phone, and it has an 8.1 megapixel camera which I really like since I love taking pictures with her camera. This was a (not so) dream come true for her, since the lady wants to take pictures of almost everything and anything going on about her life. She really wants a touch-screen phone, but the plan she registered in didn't have it. So she went with the Sony phone, and we all liked it.

Hm, what else do I want to talk about?

You see, when writers like me have the mental block, we tend to write about anything randomly. But as you have noticed, I always write randomly, right? It's sort of my way of expressing myself. And now I have 2 blog followers. That means that they like random writing. They're especially weird, just like me.

Do you know how I type my post (this one, meaning)? I kneel on a chair, straighten my back, and type. I'm using a laptop now: a chunky, old, Compaq laptop. Oh wait - let's rephrase that. A chunky, new, bruised laptop which has over 100 games and it looks brand new, but how could it look brand-new if it's bruised? (see? Told you I write randomly.)

This summer is the worst summer ever. we're already experiencing signs of Global Warming, and no one's taking action. Yes, we switched off our lights during the Earth Hour, and we texted for Ilog Pasig, so what's next? We wait until Joshua Dionisio's a spokesperson of Greenpeace? We don't have to wait for something. We have to act now. If we want to live longer and not grow mutated fingers due to nuclear stuff (another random thought which I read from one of Jessica Zafra's books), let's gather and help save Mother Earth.

Dang it.

I ate popcorn earlier. The kind of popcorn that you pop it in the microwave. It's fin. I heard the popping. Some of it was burnt, but they still tasted good.

Okay, I'm out of bright ideas.

My mind is completely empty tonight. Wonder what happened.

Cheers,

Gee.

Thirty-Two.

2009-04-29T23:34:00.004+08:00

Like the new lay-out? I made it myself. Nice, huh? It seems that I'm not going to change that layout for a while because of lack of internet access here in Region V. I won't tell you my exact location like I won't let you see a real picture of mine. Respect the privacy of the author, please.

Anyway, the 2010 Presidential elections is fast approaching, and I can't help but wonder if the would-be president is as weird as the current president. Come to think of it, the Philippine presidents are weird. They lie, they spend the funds, and they buy the votes. Watch May Bukas Pa on ABS-CBN and ponder on the character of Albert Martinez, a greedy, corrupt, and womanizing Mayor.

I want to quote a paragraph from Twisted II: Spawn of Twisted by Jessica Zafra, one of my favorite writers.

Then there is this family name thing. By what leap of logic do candidates conclude that just because their fathers and grandmothers held public positions, they too are entitled to these positions?

The dominatrix proves a point here.

*Please do not sue me for putting your names on this blog.

It's simple. If the father is the mayor, he expects the son to be one as well. And yadda, yadda, yadda. If there'll be one name for a mayor, there will be, I tell you. They just want to make their reign eternal, the power they hold within their reach reachable forever. They are greedy of positions. They want to be called 'socialites'. They are rich, inhuman beings.

And what do you think about those stupid ads, huh? They don't make sense. Take that pedicab ad for example. What will we get if we see some senator driving a pedicab? Nothing. Only the senator will get something: bribed votes. Actually, I may sound silly, but it's the very truth: they are using poverty as a vote-collector. Another example is the OFW ad, the one with maltreated OFWs. And the senator expects me to believe that he paid for the expenses? Heck, no. I believe that the funds used or pspent to bring home maltreated Filipino workers abroad is the funds for the nation. And you tell me that I'm lying. I maybe thirteen and nameless in the society, but I have a brain and a conscience. My brain functions well, thank you very much, and it's big enough to support honest thoughts. And of course, there is always room for theories.

I've had enough of liars and deceit-filled people. That's why I want to become a lawyer. To fight for what's right. And eventually, to decide on what's right as a judge.

Oh, this post is not over yet. Wait for my next one.

In the meantime, I will be signing out.

Gee.

Thirty-One.

2009-04-26T21:45:00.002+08:00

The Love Story of 'Nicole' and Daniel Smith.

'Twas an epic and fun night when a.k.a Nicole was drunk, and she met a hunky American soldier named Daniel Smith. They were bot drunk and had a wild night, and so Nicole screamed 'Rape!' just like the boy who cried 'Wolf!' when there isn't one. And the drama began.

After a couple of trials and everything, Nicole won the case, and Daniel the hunky was sentenced to 40 years of imprisonment. Everyone is happy and contented, and poor Daniel had to suffer and gain tons of weight while in prison. (But his prison was special: he was locked in the US Embassy)

But everyone was surprised when Nicole, after 3 years or so of utmost freedom, wanted to take back the case, sending Daniel out of prison and free to go back to the US. According to Nicole, she didn't know if he had raped her since they were both drunk and/or they were really having a wild night and enjoying themselves. And really. Prove to me that you can remember every person who was with you when you're really drunk. I mean, come on.

The girl sets the guy free, and they both live happily ever after.

I guess Nicole wanted Daniel so badly that she took back the case. Anyone would fall for him. I mean, girls, please tell me honestly if you think Daniel Smith is hot. I know it's a crazy question, but I know I have proven a point. Nicole now lives in America using a student license, and Daniel just flew for the same country, and Nicole was to get married pretty soon enough. But my question is who is the lucky guy to be married to Nicole? Is it Daniel?

Suppose I was the one who got 'raped'. I would scream 'RAPE!!!' on top of my lungs, yes, but I do not have proof of rape-ing. Nicole said that she did not have pants on in the middle of a sidewalk when she regained her consciousness, so maybe she just peed when she was still drunk. OH, WHAT THE HECK. Why am I blogging about this anyway? :))

Daniel Smith, I will Google you to the ends of the Earth! Kidding. :)

Gee.

Thirty.

2009-04-22T13:10:00.003+08:00

I really should go back to the Ted Failon case.

In my opinion as a thirteen-year-old dweeb, Trina Etong committed suicide. Why? Well, if you ask me, the police did not see one perspective that I saw, and this is what I would like to share with you.

Let me state the facts.

1. The doors of the room and the bathroom were locked. Meaning, if they were locked and Trina was inside, any smart-ass would think that she did really want to hurt herself without being seen. If I were her, I'd do the same: lock everything, even the house, so no one would hear and see me stab or shoot myself in the head.

2. No one was blaming Ted for the death of his wife. However, the police are pushing the case Obstruction of Justice without proof. The housekeepers all have the same perspective: Ted, during that time the incident happened, was still driving home from work, in which he did not continue due to his concern for his wife.

3. They only cleaned the blood stains so as to not scare the youngest daughter, Karishma. She's twelve. She will be very sad if she sees the blood. So, the housekeepers cleaned it up without warning or orders from Ted.

During the time when Trina was still alive and being hospitalized and her loved ones were outside of her room, the police came in so quickly and violently dragged Trina's siblings to the police car. This is very disturbing that even the Commission on Human Rights watched the video and got disturbed. The way that they held the arms of the siblings was very brutal - as though they were criminals. And an hour after, Trina died. She might've heard the commotion and got depressed, even if she was in a total comatose. Poor her. :|

So I hope someone reads this, but you can't sue me 'cause I'm a minor and this is my opinion. This is my blog. I know words are powerful. I wish that mine were powerful enough.

I wish that this blog post could help clear the Failon name.

Gee.

Twenty-Nine.

2009-04-20T20:20:00.002+08:00

'Twas this morning when I reminisced about Joshua Dionisio.

I do love him, you know, as a fan of his. I do love him as a person, and I am crushing on him with all my heart. I love him. I care for his career. I watch him every time he appears on TV.

I know that every girl here in the Philippines want to meet him. It's also my dream, but even if I only see him, even once, that would be enough for me.

God. What the hell am I saying????!!!

Gee out.

Twenty-Eight.

2009-04-18T17:18:00.004+08:00

My life has been, so far, great.

I had a great mom, a (not so) hardworking dad, a loving sister, and some friends to keep me company. I have the gift of writing and photography (it includes being able to use Photoshop well), the hobby of reading, the talent of music, and a lot of other stuff. God was not punishing me, but He was giving me a test. He wants to know how my faith in Him will affect the happenings in my life. A job well done.

Speaking of writing, I find the current grade school part of our school's publication to be near to trash. It's all messed up. They changed everything - from the moderator to, well, everything. The dang magazine doesn't even have editors. What the heck? The magazine, and every kind of print, must have editors, not only a moderator. And the most shocking and heartbreaking of all is how they write the news. It's as if they were writing on a blog! As a news writer and former news head, I know how to write and edit news. It really shocked me when I read the 'new and improved' version. It's not 'new and improved'. It's supposed to be called 'new and destroyed'. To think that the motto of the publication is: News and views worthy of print.

I had a great day. Not only was I able to really surf the internet, but I was also able to draw on my foot - the thing that I wanted to do during our Dance Production practices! I know it's weird, but drawing on my skin's really a part of my life now. I've been doing it since second grade. :)

I love you, 'Nee. BTW. :)

What do you think about the Ted Failon case? I think it's gibberish. The wife commited suicide. Done. There are no suspects. Fin. So why are they pushing it?

Okay. I don't really have a subject here. (Go Joshua Dionisio. :])

Gee.

Twenty-Seven.

2009-04-16T14:32:00.002+08:00

Now this is what I call the 'perfect blog layout'. :) IT FADES!

I made up with a former enemy a few days ago. Turned out we just needed time to talk things over and sort things out, and that's it. And that's exactly what we did. With me being the first to make a move, of course. I'm so happy that I forgot that we were enemies in the past. :)

Moving on, the enrichment clases in Math were flowing smoothly. Although the teacher kept on calling me Mariella (my second name. Don't ask.), it was a fun and a learning experience. I understood the understandable, knew the unknowable, and loved the unlovable: Math! I got to solve without fuss (and the help of the calculator) and now I can solve even with the music blaring! A few months ago, I can't even divide fractions normally! Hahaha! This only proves that writers were made for words, not for numbers. It also clearly states that I will never, ever be an accountant since it involves money and money is in numbers. :))

This seems like a happy post. :) Despite my summer being partially ruined by the summer enrichment, I still found some time to hang out with my friends - after the class! We'd go to 7-11 and buy some food. We'd also eat together. :) How fun. :)

This ends my very happy (and short) blog post.

Gee.

Twenty-Six.

2009-04-14T15:58:00.002+08:00

I had a great day yeaterday. Another close call! I mean, I do surf the net secretly sometimes (I will not tell you how), but these were the times when I was smart enough to hide in a safe place while surfing the internet secretly. Yesterday was a close call, but no one knew, so I was safe!

Anyway, I was pretty much humiliated a while ago. I went to school for the summer enrichment classes, but they told me that it was tomorrow! Crap! I mean, it's really humiliating. I was the only student there, waiting for others stupidly while my 'mates are enjoying plenty more hours of sleep. >:( Devilll!!!!!!!

Another short post. I have nothing to say. :)

Gee.

P.S. Like the new layout? It's supposed to fade, but it doesn't. Try it on Firefox. :)

Twenty-Five.

2009-04-13T14:34:00.003+08:00

I'm back in Manila for my summer classes for Math. Geez. I never thought that being SO sucked up in Math would bring destruction to the perfect summer. I was about to have a summer job, but then my teacher texted me. What the hell. :|

Anyway, I'm getting this 'I want McFly' feeling again because I saw them on MTV hours before I got on that bus to Manila. I already gave them up, but something inside me just wants to tell me to not let go of them. Like what I did to the OPM band Danita. I let go, knowing that there will be no more chance for them to create a new album, or even make a new single. They simply sucked, is all. And GOD. The vocalist is even flirty-er than before. Sigh.

I will renovate this site. At last. :)

Updates soon. :)
Gee.

Twenty-Four.

2009-04-01T10:24:00.003+08:00

Today is my mom's fifth death anniversary. I should feel very prayerful and gloomy today, but no. I ended up playing Diner Dash as soon as my hands fell on my aunt's laptop and almost forgot to eat breakfast and brush my teeth. Later on, we'll be eating at Jollibee (the only restaurant that I know of here in the province) to 'celebrate' my mom's death. My family ain't the kind of family that mourns over death and losses, but we celebrate it because that's the way life has to be. My mom was a jolly person, so we want to remember her by being jolly during her death anniversary. And yeah, this sounds creepy and all, but this is the way we remember deaths. By partying.

Anyway, just so you know, my mom's body was cremated since the cause of her death was cancer. Her ashes are in front of me as I type this thing. My mom's golden urn is smaller than my grandpa's. Here in the province, I sometimes get called by my mom's name since we look alike, only I'm sickly and frail and my mom's healthy. For example: yesterday, we attended a graduation ceremony, and I was with my mom's older sister (my aunt), so we were walking, then suddenly some grandma shows up and says that I was my mom and that my aunt was my grandma. Confusing, right? Anyway, it's really cool that I look like my mom since I'm quite known here in the province and I'm not bullied here cause my family is one of the powerful and influencial families here. Unlike in Manila where people backbite and say mean things about you, provincial people have respect, specially if you came from Manila.

It's raining outside. Geez. Whenever it's the first of April, it always rains. I guess that's my mom's way of saying that she's happy to see us all together for one occasion.

The End. :)

Gee.

Twenty-Three.

2009-03-23T17:34:00.001+08:00

Check out my essay for Nickelodeon's The Big Green Help Essay Writing Contest :)

The planet is experiencing tons of suffering due to lack of care and respect of mankind for it. The earth has endured the pain for all this time, but it is now showing its pain slowly. For example, it's sunny outside, then after a few minutes it starts to rain. Weird, isn't it? The main reason for this very unpredictable change of the weather is Global Warming, a very serious matter that can cause destruction, famine, and even death, and this issue is what I'm most concerned about. Global Warming is such a very intriguing issue since the people blame Mother Nature for it when we are the ones causing it. The slightest, even the smallest, act can make Global Warming worse, like burning plastic or tearing up styro. The chemicals released when doing so causes the protectice Ozone Layer to weaken and thus bear a hole, which is currently found in Antarctica and is showing no sigh of decreasing. Without the Ozone Layer, who knows what'll happen? But we can do something about this if we cooperate.

People can help even if they start with small things, like segregating their trash (translation: separating paper from plastic...) to avoid confusion. The biodegradable (fruit peelings) can be buried into the soil and become good fertilizers for the plants. The non-biodegradable can be separated into plastic, bottles, aluminum cans, and the like. Once you've got them sorted out, you can sell them in junkyards and earn extra cash, like what some people in our country do. The plastic bottles can serve as plant holders, or you can find other uses for them so they can't be burnt. As for the styro, better stop the use of them. They don't rot in the soil and after you eat on them, you won't have better use of them. Those sprays your mom uses to ward pests off? Those things are harmful for the environment, too. Convince your mom to just try the chalk that wards off pests. It costs less and you also save the environment. Plus, the chalk is dust-free. :)

Recently, I've been participating in our school's SINOP drive, which entitles us students to conserve paper, electricity, and other materials that can be recycled or conserved. At home, I try to separate my biodegradable trash from my non-biodegradable trash, and luckily we have a separate container for each. While drawing, if I commit a mistake on the front page, I use the other side. Or better yet I draw on used or scratch paper when I'm bored. I also do SINOP at home by lessening my time on the computer, TV, or any other electronic device that includes plugging (yes, even charging my phone). If I'm lucky enough, sometimes I use my aunt's laptop and to conserve energy, I use its battery and finish it up to the last kilowatt.

You see, sometimes we forget that we have only one world. We can't ever replace our Mother Earth, and she can never replace us if we only do the right thing.

A bit tricky to write, but let's just hope that I win. :)

Gee.

Twenty-Two.

2009-03-19T17:26:00.003+08:00

I feel like crap, you know.

I am going to quote Andrea via her blog (summersaultjump.blogspot.com)

"Ehem. Even though Gioia's mad at me, I still continue to read her blog. I HOPE and KNOW she doesn't do the same. Yeah. Anyway, I just finished reading her twenty-first blog post and it sucks how I NEVER get mad at her. God. I really hope she won't see this. Ever. But it doesn't mean that she's on rocky ground she can make others suffer. If she told me her problems I would have helped her. It didn't matter if it made my life hell 'cause I just want her too be happy and feel that's she's never alone. It's also stupid how she never gives a chance for others to explain. It's stupid how she can't make the decisions and others can't. It's stupid how she can get away with things like hurting people until they break down. It just sucks."

I was in deep shock when I read this. I can't believe anyone like her would think of me as crap and all that, but I'm okay now. I'm beginning to think that I've lost my feelings, specially of friendship, for her. Like I'm numb or something.

That's it.

Gee.

Twenty-One.

2009-03-16T23:33:00.000+08:00

Still awake. I don't know why I don't want to sleep. My stomach is doing loop-dee-loops like what it does when I'm nervous. Why am I nervous? Maybe it's because of the flight tomorrow. God, help me. I don't really like flights, y'know. Specially when you have to sit beside a complete jerk. Just kidding!

Anyhow, I've just read my previous blog post on my old Multiply account. It touched me, but it also gave me pain, remembering the suffering I've encountered these past few months. I don't want to share it with you, though. It's too personal to give away.

I'm currently feeling awkward about my ex friends. They're talking behind my back and they're backbiting me. I don't want people to backbite me. I hate backbiters. They sting. (Get it? :]]) So, I've got plans for them for next school year. I hope they don't like it though. :)

I made a tribute album for Francis M! I kind of grabbed pictures from his Multiply account, but still. It's quite a racket, though. I also made a banner just for him. He's a special man, Francis M.

Gah. So sleepy.

Gee.

Twenty.

2009-03-16T21:24:00.002+08:00

So much to blog about. So little time.

My life will be ruined by the loss of Internet in Bicol, yet I'm extremely happy since I have unlimited TV time there. Why? Because there is cable there, and cable usually saves my life whenever the Internet fails me. American Idol, TMZ, and Ben 10 are now within my reach and for the taking during weekdays, while Spongebob English version and other funny Nick tunes welcome me during the weekends. Oh, the life of an Internet savvy without internet but rather, Cable TV.

Anyway, I've just decided to pack tonight, since our flight is tomorrow is during lunch. I've done my packing, so now I have freedon to surf the internet. HAay.

Bye. I shall post again some other time.

Gee.

Nineteen.

2009-03-15T07:52:00.000+08:00

Yesterday, we went malling and I saw my crush. Hahaha. And we watched Race to Witch Mountain. So cool.

Anyway, I gotta keep this post short. Wouldn't want to spill out any decent information. :)

Gee.

Eighteen.

2009-03-14T06:48:00.002+08:00

So it's already vacation in our school and I'm not feeling it. It's as if there's still classes next week and I'm still gonna wear my uniform. Psh. Guess everybody's feeling the same though. We didn't want the school year to end as much as you do.

Anyway, we attended the mass for the first death anniversary of Chiara Lubich, a Religious icon from Rome. She died last year, March 14. Since she was supposed to have a book launching today, they had it yesterday. And we got home at 11 pm. So late! God.

My friends Melissa and Marion will be moving out of school next year. They're gonna transfer! They shouldn't. We love them. God.

There. :)

Gee.

Seventeen.

2009-03-12T14:14:00.001+08:00

My beaker problem is SOLVED! Woohoo! Just today, my aunt bought me a beaker knowing that if she doesn't, I cannot be in second year!! I love her SO much.

Short post since I have to play Flyff (Fly For Fun) and level up. :)) I also have to study for freaking Math. :))

Gee.

Sixteen.

2009-03-10T12:38:00.003+08:00

Exams. Requirements. Emotionalism. My God.

I'm supposed to be studying for the friggin exams, not surf the net and especially not to blog. It's kind of a habit for me now. You know, not studying and surfing the net. But still. At least I am able to keep my grades high. Sheesh.
Anyway, our exams just started. And I tell you, it was hard. Specially social studies. Of course, I studied my butt of for that (because it is one of my weakest subjects ever) but I still found the darn test really hard. Maybe I didn't study for it well enough, or I'm just a sucker in memorizing stuff. I know my dates well, but I don't know them well enough to get me breathing evenly during the exams. Huhuhu. :(
The Religion exam was a breeze. The essay part was fun since it required drawing and no brains at all. You just need your heart in answering the question and some stock knowledge. And the questions were pretty easy. They were all stock knowledge and everything else a true Catholic should know. Like, 'Who's the role model of Christians' and 'What is the start of Lent'. Goodness. I think even a first grader could answer the test.

I'm almost done with my requirements. I'll just have to submit a return slip and something for Technology and Livelihood Education. Good grace. And yeah, I almost forgot. I broke a beaker while performing an experiment. So I have to replace it. But where in the world can i get that darn beaker?!?!? But apart from that, I'm almost done. Just a few more stuff and I mean a few.
Speaking of requirements (which is not a problem for me anymore), we had this reflection for Religion about our Outbound. Nothing. I just want to recall. What I wrote was way far from what I really felt during the outbound. I wrote that I was happy and contented, when in fact I was not. Because of some heavy feeling, I wasn't able to enjoy the outbound as much as the others. But I did enjoy it. Just not much. But still. I got an A minus for that. And I'm proud of it.
I'm so happy that I am able to complete my science requirements this year. :)

Emotionalism. What a word. I mean, it should just be emotional, but I decided to put an 'ism' on it to see what'll happen. I like it. :)
So emotionalism's all about my emotions and stuff.
I feel very heavy inside. Not because of the beaker, but because I lost one friend that I really cherish and whom I only met this year. It sucks, right? But I think it was a wise decision because her circle of friends do annoy me. Specially her best friend who just take her for granted and ask money from her and from my best friend who's in my dear friend's circle of friends. Sheesh. What a confusing mess! Haha. I just hope that you remember everything and that you really understand that.
Another queer feeling: despair. Although I don't really know what that means, I think it means sadness. Pure sadness. I think it's because I cried yesterday because I'm going to miss a teacher who's really close to me even though he caught me writing something offensive. Well, not actually me. We were about eight. But still. Moving on, he's such a good teacher and almost everyone in our class cried when he sang 'Leaving on a Jetplane'. It's really an emotional song and it moved us students. He even had a guitar, making it worse. I crued until lunch (his subject was before lunch. And if you're wondering what subject he teaches, it's Religion. Odd, huh?).

Well, guess that's it. I still have to study.

Gee

Fifteen.

2009-03-07T15:30:00.002+08:00

Still completing my requirements and other stuff.

Goodness me, I forgot all about my blog in Multiply. I was pretty fascinated by Blogspot that I forgot that there was a blog section in Multiply. Goodness.

Gee.

Fourteen.

2009-03-06T17:20:00.000+08:00

The completion of requirements is one of the most dreaded days of mine. I mean, yes, I have incompletes because I'm an irresponsible ass, but I really feel obnoxious and weary when it comes to requirements. Must I really complete them? I am a lazy bum, and yet I try to complete some darn requirements.

Oh, I just remembered. I have to complete every frigging requirement of mine if I want to go to second year. Darn it.

Anyway, moving on, (wait - those words are synonyms, right?) today is my grandfather's death anniversary and we're having a little get together as a family. There's pasta and flans and nachos. I can smell it from up here. Haha. But I can't eat now. I have to wait until dinner.

I just watched the 'Why Chris beat Rihanna' video by nigahiga and it was FREAKING hilarious. Haha. Just to add some fun.

Bye,
Gee.

Thirteen.

2009-03-04T16:14:00.000+08:00

Bad trip.

I hate this day. I hate volleyball. My God.

Gee.

Twelve.

2009-03-02T19:31:00.000+08:00

I'm not an environmentalist, nor am I a nature lover, but I can't help but think about what's happening in the world today. Punch me if you want, but please believe me. I want to die a peaceful death, not a death concerning acid rain.

So I've noticed some slight changes in the climate. It's not supposed to be hot in February, but I'm currently feeling a little sticky, specially during the last few January days. There's also something wrong during the December times. It got too cold during the holidays. Now that it's freaking hot, I can't help but wonder if this is what they call Global Warming. (They call it 'Global Warming' when it's freaking cold. They should replace it with 'Global Cooling' though. Ha ha.)

It's really scary if you imagine the world fifty years from now. Global Warming will, obviously, melt the dang ice caps in the North and South Poles. And if those dang ice caps melt, they'll obviously turn into water, then the water will rise, eating up pieces and chunks of land. Like Manila, for example. That fair little city will be erased from the Philippine map forever if the Global Warming will continue on melting the ice caps. Why? Because the dang city will be eaten up by waves. Another effect of Global Warming is changes in the climate. My God. This is really getting on my nerves. I mean, really. Global Warming's already happening right under our noses, and what do we do? We watch Adam Lambert sing his butt off in American Idol. Come on. We gotta do something for poor little Mother Earth. If we don't, then...

Okay, moving on, my sister said that there's a possibility that there will be another Ice Age. Not the movie, okay? The actual ice age after all the melting and stuff. My sister's a funny little thing, but she can be serious, too. And when she told me that thing about the ice age, she was freaking serious. Not everyone has theories like that. Specially teeny little freshmen like me.

Science is one of my weak subjects, but talking about Global Warming is really making me feel like a doggone scientist. As I've said in my intro, I'm no environmentalist. I'm just a little kid who's concerned about the environment.

Earlier, our lesson was all about the atmosphere, which made me think about air pollution. (here I go again) And thinking about air pollution makes me think about those electric jeepneys in Makati. I wanna ride those things. Good thing I can go to Makati whenever I want. :) (First smiley ever in this post! Wahoo!)

Good. I'm done.

Gee.

Eleven.

2009-03-01T09:04:00.000+08:00

I feel so much better. I already entered school. But there's something bothering me. I don't know why.

Anyway, this blog's getting rea;;y old now. No one's freakin reading it. Oh, why do we like to hurt so much. WHY.

I don't feel like posting today. Maybe tomorrow? :)

Gee.

Ten.

2009-02-27T07:54:00.000+08:00

Hohoho. Using a computer from the computer lab in school. :P

Nine.

2009-02-23T07:34:00.000+08:00

I'm sick. Darn it.

I was sick yesterday afternoon. I felt severe pain on my right knee, then, before I knew it, I had cough and fever. I don't know if this is flu, but I won't be able to attend classes tomorrow. I feel a little sore and cold. Even if it's friggin summer already. Ack.

Anyway, I logged on to Friendster for the first time this month! Yay! Actually, I don't log in to Friendster now because my Friendster's bulok already (rotten in English). Gah. I can't even remember what I did when I last logged on to Friendster. Haha.

So I guess I'll be going now. I feel so cold.

Gee.

Eight.

2009-02-22T11:07:00.000+08:00

I've edited this blog of mine again. I had trouble with my past theme. Well, I guess that's the way life has to be. It has bumps. Haha.

Anyway, I've also updated my Links section. It's real nice. If you look at it, it has my affiliates and my YouTube account! Hahaha. I guess the reason that I posted a link of my YouTube account there is that my videos are becoming extinct already coz no one's watching them. Oh well.

I've learned to like Hey Monday now. There's a Hey Monday song on my playlist above and it's called Homecoming. It's nice. Before, I used to hate Hey Monday. But after listening to the full track (Homecoming), I realized that, hey, this band ain't that bad. And by the way, the lead vocalist Caradee is pretty. Forgive me if I misspelled her name. Because I don't really search for Hey Monday on the internet. Haha.

If you're having trounle with my CBox, click You can't turn back after writing on it. I lost my first CBox, so I made a new one. Haha.

My stomach pains are gone and I'm fine now.

I lost the guitar pick that I found at school. It's purple, and very smallish. I don't know where I left it last but I'm sure that it's in my room somewhere...

Speaking of guitars, I really would like to be in a band. I mean, I have experience, even a little. And watching band practices at Ate Cel's house makes me really jealous of the people in those bands who practice...specially the lead guitarist and the bassist. AGH. I guess I still have to practice if I really want to be in a band. Oh wait....I am in a band already. But it's not yet official. I'm the bassist. And some other incomplete band wants me to be their guitarist. Weeird.

I was surfing the net for The City of Ember stuff when I saw Saoirse (pronounced as Sirse) Ronan's picture. FYI, Saoirse played Lina in the movie. And my effin god. She is so damn pretty. At least I have my own teen star now. If my sister has Annasophia Robb, then I own Saoirse. Go Saoirse! :))

Okay, so you;re probably guessing what the hell has happened to me. I'm real hyper since...nah. I won't tell you. It's too confidential. But it has to do with my aunt - who's back from her three days of absence here at home. She had to work in the office. I'm just so happy that I got to surf the net with her laptop. Haha. I missed this.

Okay, I'm leaving now. It's almost lunchtime. :D

Gee.

Seven.

2009-02-22T04:38:00.000+08:00

I'm experiencing tummy aches. Ow.

Anyway, I'm reading some entries in WikiPedia today. I don't know why. I even woke up early (4:00 am) for no reason at all. I hate it when I wake up early during weekends. It destroys the fun about waking up late because it's a weekend. Argh.

I guess that's it. I really don't feel like blogging.

Gee.

Six.

2009-02-21T17:12:00.000+08:00

Hello again. :)

I'm listening to the radio today. I like to listen to the DJs' rants and comments about random stuff. Like what I'm doing here. Feels like INSOMNIA.

Anyway, I have this ex friend that I really hate, but after reflecting on it for quite a while, I realized that the person that hated that ex friend was my ego. I have egos, you know. A nice ego and a dark ego. The dark ego hates my ex friend, and my nice ego can't keep up with the dark one, so the nice one just, you know, let the dark ego take over me. The dark ego only shows itself when I'm so angry. Especially at that ex friend.

I just try to remember the good times we had, but we don't. Because her annoyingness destroys all the fun. It's like she kills the word 'fun' when she's around and she says the word 'bitch' a hundred times a day. I do that, too, but sometimes not publicly. She also did me physical damage.

Speaking of the word 'bitch', it's supposed to be an official word, not a cuss word. I mean, the meaning of bitch is a feminine dog, right? I just don't get how it became something that we avoid to say. It's unfair for bitches! I mean, female dogs!

Love Story by Taylor Swift's playing now. I just learned its chords yesterday and I was singing it yesterday, too. I learned to like that song because it has nice lyrics. It's based on the Romeo and Juliet experience, which, for me, is the most talked about romance story ever. I like songs involving Romeo and Juliet, just like this one. It makes me feel good about love. Hell, I'm so darn excited to fall in love. I wonder when i'll be...

Meanwhile, I'll put a close to this. :)

Gee.

Five.

2009-02-21T14:05:00.000+08:00

I feel like a million bucks.

Really. I mean, I really feel that important ecause I just, like, tripped over the cat and the people at home were, "Uy, careful!" I know that sounds so ordinary, but let me tell you that that was the first time I felt that the people at home cared.

Moving on, I saw the blog of my friend Andrea, and one post touched me. Go to http://summersaultjump.blogspot.com and read the second post. It's a real tearjerker.

Last post for the day. I guess. :)

Gee.

Four.

2009-02-21T10:38:00.000+08:00

This post is dedicated to Paula Molina. :) She hates the number four.

So, I was surfing the net and found out that Chris Brown actually attacked Rihanna. My goodness. I can't believe someone as hot and good-looking as Chris brown would attack Rihanna. I absolutely hate men who attach women. That sucks.

Anyway, I'm listening to The Final Riot! yet again. The CD's quite abused already since I listen to it every day. Darn! Haha.

Going back to the Chris-Brown-attacks-Rihanna issue, I guess that Chris was drunk when he did that. I mean, he's nineteen, for goodness' sake! No nineteen year-old boy would hurt their twenty-year-old girlfriends just like that. And hey, look. At TMZ.com, there's a picture of Rihanna there, and she looked as hurt as ever. Literally. There were bruises on her face and her lips were so swollen. If you visit the site, it's on the homepage. It's news, man. News. To think that Chris Brown was a very popular and nice singer. And try to compare a picture of Rihanna before and after. You'll see the difference.

I just don't get why men want to attack women. But in Chris's case, I guess it has a reason. Thinking about what just happened to Rihanna, I'm guessing that they fought over something because they were supposed to perform together on some awards night, but they cancelled it on the spot (according to RX Monster Radio). I'm not going to post a picture since that would be very illegal. I guess information is all we need, right?

So, I want you to check TMZ.com for more updates about this issue.

Bye.

Gee.

Three.

2009-02-21T09:02:00.000+08:00

Another crappy day. Sigh.

I just woke up and edited this blog of mine. Cute, no? Haha. Had a hard time customizing, but hey. At least it works now.

Enjoy my blog. More updates soon.

Gee.

Two.

2009-02-20T22:31:00.000+08:00

It's just like before. People told me that I was good at playing guitar. One even wanted me to be a guitarist of their band. I dunno. I guess God made me as a guitarist or something. :D

Anyway, this day RULED. I mean, we were scolded for our noise, but we RULED. We had, like, a MAJOR party, then we were laughing our silly butts out. I guess that's life, huh. :P

I don't wanna make this long. I hate long stuff, ya know.

My Multiply: http://northerntwilight.multiply.com

Gee.

One.

2009-02-07T15:58:00.000+08:00

This is my first blog post. I'm exploring the new look of Blogspot.com since this is my nth account here in the site.

Anyway, last night was AWESOME. Our school had a bandfest and it ROCKED. There were 3 guest bands who really rocked our socks off and some school bands, and let me tell you that those bands were good!

So, to end this very short post, I'd like you to be CAPTIVATED. :)

Gee.