...The Purview of Non-Compos Mentis / Jigoku Shoujo...

6.28.2010 / 20:41

I share Poli's sentiment on Multiply becoming Facebook's next victim. I like this social media site. Yeah, even more than Facebook. But people seem to be more caught up with their farms and are busy harvesting rather than blogging or posting a photo album named "Vanity Strikes Part 93748916819" on their Multiply site.

It's also sad that I can now only blog when "I can." I remember back in Second Year, there was a group for a project on our class named TIE, which is an acronym for Time Is our Enemy (whatever happened to letter O is beyond me :D). TIE definitely describes my life right now. Heck, even I am amazed that I found time to write this shit.

Maybe I should change it to TIME... Time Is My Enemy? LOL, the irony.

Since I haven't blog for a long time, my thoughts have cluttered up and I've already forgotten some things that I would like to blog about. Anyway, I just outlined some that I did remember.

i. Greatest Discovery Evurr!
Anyone remember the anime and manga magazine Questor? Boy, did I love that. Back when internet was a luxury for me, Questor fed my anime and manga addiction. Sure, it cost me 200 bucks per issue, but that is still cheaper compared to the worth of my daily Internet usage today. I even wrote to them and asked if I can be a contributor of sorts. In a way, the magazine was a huge influence to me and my desire to get into writing (cue Maalaala mo Kaya music).

I don't have all the issues, but the number of issues that I have was enough for me to know the "Bullpen." I loved both their artists (Jennyson "Tungaw" Rosero and Aldin Viray were great, but I loved them all!) and the writers (Igor Cabbab was really hilarious!). But who I really admired was their henshu-cho (EIC) Bambi Eloriaga. For me, she is one kick-ass lady and I really wanna be like her (and by that I mean I wanna be an EIC myself, lol)... and we both have the same love for hating Miaka (of Fushigi Yuugi), LOLOLOL~

I was really wretched when they released the last issue. And to think the price went from 200 to 120 when ABS-CBN Publishing bought them. Even though many magazines of the same focus emerged later on, I didn't bother to patronize any. So imagine my delight (and shock... and squealing) when, one day, whilst browsing my Facebook News Feed, I saw the words "Bambi Eloriaga-Amago liked this" below the status update of my Uncle Jeff.

HOLY @^$&#! BAMBI-SAMA IS AN AMAGO?!?

Background: Amago is my mom's maiden middle name. Yup, thanks to AFFINITY, me and Bambi-sama are now related. Apparently, she married another one of my uncles, Roland. Now, I'm not close to Tito Roland or anything, but because of this, I am now looking forward to the family reunion in January and am now officially in love with Marriage. It almost made me want to get married myself. Well, almost.

ii. Hello, Goodbye
Last March, I finally mustered the courage to leave the old job. I won't get into details anymore (since it's painful and will forever haunt me), but it was the best decision I made regarding my career. Sure I missed the 'friends' two or three weeks after the big move, but I needed to move on. Sabi ko nga, marami akong pangarap sa buhay na dapat at kailangang tuparin. Staying there won't fulfill any of those dreams.

However, the job I moved on to isn't very far from the previous one. Heck, I still am in the same building, even. But at least the stress is long gone. And I'm not filled with the bad vibes every morning anymore. I can breathe easier and no one is pressuring me. The company (and sadly, also the PAY!) is smaller, but the people are nicer. The work is more challenging but like I said, no one is pressuring me.

Still, I know this isn't what I dreamt of as a career. But it's nice to wake up knowing that you're going to a job that you don't hate. Well, I don't love it, but we are not required to love our job, right?

iii. I wanna be a Billionaire~ so fucking bad...
Sabi ko sa lola ko noon, magkaiba yung may trabaho at yung may pera. May mga taong may pera kahit walang trabaho (punta ka ng Ateneo at La Salle, malalaman mo kung bakit) at hindi por que't may trabaho ang isang tao eh may pera na siya (case in point: Editor sa bagong trabaho).

I've been experiencing quite a financial breakdown ever since my salary was cut off of P3,000. The situation at home isn't getting any better either. That's why most (or all) of my money just go to loan. Not that I'm complaining or anything, but it's really hard to budget needs when someone is loaning from you. And unlike what some people might say, I don't have a choice. I loan, or this home breaks down further.

iv. Fangirl-isms and the Deal with KPop (and all other things that seem to sparkle)
BABALA: Ngayon pa lang nagso-sorry na ko sa mga kakilala ko na mahilig sa KPop. Mahal ko kayo, pero wag niyo kong papatayin!

"Eh eh eh eh eh eh eh~ 2NE1!"

Thanks to a certain Dara from the girl group 2NE1, K-Pop suddenly became too big here in the Philippines. And I mean BIG. I don't have a problem with it, heck, I love J-Pop! And I love those SNSD girls especially on their Run Devil Run video because they look hot there (unlike in Oh were they look like dumb blondes). What I don't get though is... the "mob."

When Super Junior came in the country recently (surprised to know that there's a plane that can contain all members of the group), they were met by screaming, crazy fangirls at the airport. YES, there were fangirls in the airport. Running frantically, screaming their lungs out, crying and sniveling a river... it was... no, not crazy. It's beyond that. Kinda looks like a mob outside a theater during a Twilight saga Opening night!

I'm a fangirl too (believe me, I am) but I still don't get the mob and the crying and the screaming. Is it just me? Or did my fangirl standards and ethics change over time? I mean, I look at Hyde and "Wow, this guy is haaaawt!" but show me those Super Junior guys, I can only hear crickets and tumbleweeds on my head.

... and don't even get me started on those UKiss ~~gays I mean~~ guys.

Like I said, my fangirl standards may have changed over time. Because I don't understand why I'm totally digging this guy now.

He's 45. He was an alcoholic crackhead during the 80's. He was so high and drunk one night that he broke into a house thinking that it was his and slept on a kid's bedroom. He spent time in jail. Sarah Jessica Parker couldn't stand him back then (but who can stand that horse face anyway).

He's Tony Stark though. And you name it, he can build it. In a cave. With a box of scraps.

v. PCOS
Last May 10, I finally was able to vote, for the first time. Took me at least three hours of waiting. And the sun was scorching hot like it's mad at someone here in the country. And thanks to my Sharpie, I accidentally scratched a line on my ballot outside the "Bilog na Hugis Itlog" which led me to believe that none of my votes were counted. Then, like, only five of the people that I voted for won; the president did not.

But it was worth it. I'm still quite optimistic about the change for the good.

JUST, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE DON'T GIVE DINGDONG DANTES A CABINET POST, OR ANY POSITION FOR THAT MATTER.

vi. "What is this Fuckery?!"
Despite a lot of changes over the past few months, I still am that mad, bitchy litol girl who always complain over the smallest things. I still hate the same things, situation, and people. Especially the people.

Oh~ I don't get it either. But lately, every time I see that asshole my mood just abruptly changes. I still don't understand why I have to see him every fucking day of my miserable life.

You probably don't know who I am talking about, but this portion is just a good excuse for me to post this photo.

RDJ is not amused.

photo

Labels: Angst, Anime Love, Crazy Little Thing, J-Love, Same Shit Different Day

10.23.2009 / 20:58

It's this line from the movie "Analyze That" that keeps ringing in my head. But indeed, grieving is a process, and I can prove that too. Case in point:

An old classmate from UST (I would've called him a friend, but he's too much of a jerk for that label. Often trolls me on websites I often go to. I can prove that too but I would need to interview our "common friends" first.) sought help for his Filipino Journalism finals requirement from me. Being the person who cares too much for her so-called friends that she's willing to accept any compensation for that helping hand, I stepped in. Plus, I don't want him to label me as the "P" word. Ever. XD

After finally finishing the requirement the night before the deadline, I sent him the file through Yahoo Mail. Thank goodness Yahoo upgraded the file size maximum to 25mb. T___T I was attaching the file around 11:30 p.m. It would've been fine if I'm still a huge freeloader up to now since I usually go to sleep at 3 or 4 a.m. anyway, but I had to go to work tomorrow and wake up at 3:15 p.m. (3 a.m. is too early and 3:30 is too late XD) so I already knew that I'd find it hard to part from my comfy bed tomorrow morning. It didn't take much time to attach the file, which is kinda odd, and sent the file to him. He was online around that time too, but was too lazy to check the file, which I told him to do. Eh~ okay then.

Next day, inside the jeepney, with my vision still blurred from all the eye-rubbing, I checked my phone to look at the time. What I found instead are one message received and one missed call. Turns out I sent the wrong zipped file to him. Here now is where my grieving process started (BTW, please know that I'm applying here the Kübler-Ross model... ha! Why do I try so hard to sound smart?!)

1. Denial - Told him to look for the file with the name that reflects what I was totally feeling the moment I read his message. That can't be, I was telling myself, it's the only zipped file on my desktop. No, it's not.

2. Anger - Arrgh! I told you to check the file last night! Damn you, it's your fault! >.<

3. Bargaining - Okay fine. Like I have a choice. I told him that I'd call home once I reached the office, tell my mom to send the file to me. A big mistake, btw, aside from my mom getting pissed at me for making her late for work, parents are only good with the computer when they're looking for porn their children owns... or porn that they own themselves.

4. Depression - Here is when I start to accept that it's also my fault. I should've checked the file first before sending. Plus, that night, I already had the nagging feeling that I should copy the files on my flash drive, just in case. Then, I remembered that it's not my project anyway. LOL! I can't seem to sleep inside the bus, and I kept head/desk-ing (XD) at my desk (¬.¬) while working every time I remember the mess that I made.

5. Acceptance - There are two things that I realized from then on. It was my fault for being too kind, but it's also classmate's fault (for being lazy LOL), and not to mention also his groupmates fault for not even bothering to help with THEIR project. The second thing is that I'm really stupid when I feel sleepy.

Grieving is a process. Period.

Nasan na ang rebulto ko?

UPDATE: Classmate texted me and said that everyone on the class got the paper size wrong. Well then... >.<

~*~*~*~*~*~*

There's something about single people that annoys me. It's so annoying, that even if I am single today and I do that, I'd also be annoyed with myself.

It's the way they show-off to people that they are happy being single.

See, when you brag that you are happy because you are single, you:
a.) just broke up and still too bitter
b.) in desperate need of a boyfriend/girlfriend

No one want to know that the key to your happiness is being single. Hey, if you're too darn happy being alone in this world and talking to your girlfriends/bro's about your fantasies that will only remain fantasies because you're too busy being single, then fine.

Just please... PLEASE... don't put it on your Facebook status. Not everyone cares if your single. I know I don't.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

Somebody open a Martini.

My pants size is now 27. Ha! Hear that, bitches? I now have a fat ass!

Which doesn't necessarily equate that my waistline is 27 too (See, the grieving process is starting all over again XD)

I used to wear a size 25 or 26. Yes, I am still skinny as hell, but if you must know, when I get fat, it's the lower parts of my body that get bigger first. By that, I mean the abdomen/stomach, down to my legs. Anything above those parts remain thinner/smaller. Thus, my bra size will forever be stuck at 34 A. (I'll be expecting Triumph bras as gifts from you guys now that I have disclosed my bust size. XD)

All of that thanks to my very healthy lifestyle of sitting all day in the office, with the AC right on my face, while eating my face off.

I like big butts.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

I was on the MRT Shaw station and the elevator is currently going up. Suddenly, this very thin, somehow effeminate, young dude in a sando who I thought was the elevator's attendant at first (before realizing that the MRT doesn't have such personnel) asked everyone inside the elevator for some spare change. Said it's for his grandmother's meds. And being the bitchy, greedy women that we are, no one gave any money to the kid.

The lights inside the elevator suddenly flickered and the elevator got a little shaky. OMG! We'll be stuck here, the other bitches thought. However, I initially thought about this:

(more precisely at 3:29)

When all the craziness stopped and the women also stopped whining and screaming, I realized that he's just a kid. Maybe a very pissed kid who wants to strangle all of us, but he definitely can't make the elevator go crazy.

Though I swear I saw a light coming out of that kid's eyes before I alighted the elevator... XD

~*~*~*~*~*~*

The Megamall sale was a sweet one though. After hours of walking around that freakingly huge mall, I was reunited with one of my true love(s).

Thanks http://www.flickr.com/photos/dessertcomesfirst/ for the awesome Monroe photos ^__^

He's name is Monroe. He's one piece of hot ass, and he can only be found in Ji-Pan. He is the most delicious bread ever. If you haven't tasted him yet, buy and you'll realize that P200 in exchange for a piece of heaven is nothing. If you don't believe what I say, screw you.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

Ondoy was one tough guy.

He didn't let me go home that day. He left me wet, I wanted to take my shorts off... because my shorts are the only ones that got wet. Well, my feet got wet too, but like I didn't experience that back in UST.

I was already thinking about checking in at the nearest hotel (read: Hotel Sogo) where I can spend the night. But I looked down, and instead of seeing a street filled with buses and jaywalkers, I saw a sea. A very murky, filthy sea.

Neh~ never mind. I was left staring at their very odd billboard because of that.

Has anyone seen that billboard yet? Do you think pillow fights are the only thing a couple checking-in at Sogo do all day/night while they're in the room? Just wondering...

Thank God for relatives living around the city.

Labels: Angst, Crazy Little Thing, Desultory Crap, Nosebleed, Same Shit Different Day

9.16.2009 / 18:55

I love Japan. I love things, people, and events that/who are associated with the Land of the Rising Sun. If you want to get to know me better (then again, who wants to :D), that is the first one you'll have to learn.

Sometimes though, I can't help but feel afraid of the things that I read about this little piece of heaven. Things that make me think twice if I really do want to live in this country someday.

Case(s) in point:

I'm sure by now everyone has heard about the awful death of David Carridine, more popularly known as Bill of the Kill Bill movies, and that Kung-fu kid from the old TV series (if you haven't, then... what the hell, man?) It was first ruled out as suicide because he was found dead with his hands (and wang, which was only revealed a day after the story came out) tied, until his former wives spoke out about his very weird fetish.

The case made me curious about the whole BDSM-thing so I read more about self-asphyxiation and BDSM. Then l stumbled upon the article about a geisha named Sada Abe...

See, Sada Abe did something really weird to her lover. Well, if you don't think cutting off your lover's penis and balls, and bringing it along with you wherever you go inside your bag is weird, then something must be seriously wrong with you.

The most disturbing thing about this story is when I saw this photo on Wikipedia.

This was taken the day Sada Abe was arrested. I don't know... don't you think it's a little creepy that the guys (and even Sada Abe) are smiling? I think the dude on the far left side even wants to laugh. I know this is some kind of a photo opp for the policemen... but what the F guys? That whore cut off her lover's wang. What's so funny with the whole situation?

The BDSM thing though, inspired (LOL! I don't know if I should be using that word.) to read more about Japanese murders and homicides...

The Chiyo Aizawa is another disturbing case. Chiyo Aizawa was left with her perverted father for many years, it came to a point that their neighbors thought that they are actually a couple. Her father Takeo raped her over and over again and she got pregnant a lot of times (Which is gross, btw. I can never imagine having a relationship with a relative, let alone have children with my dad). Some of the kids survived, while others died (I think there were 11 kids in all, not sure though). One day, she just lost it, and killed her dad. Served that pervert right.

Actually, I can still name a lot of murders in Japan that are just equally disturbing (and disgusting) like these two. There's this high school girl that was kidnapped by 4 teenage dudes and was imprisoned inside one of the dude's house for at least a month. Yeah, imagine what 4 hormonally-charged guys can do to a Japanese school girl (I forgot the name of that girl already... if you happen to know, please help me! :D)

Then there's a case of the Otaku murderer. This dude was actually caught in the act raping a girl by that girl's dad, while the dude was inserting a zoom camera lens into the girl's vajayjay. Sooo.... gross.

Lastly, there's a kid who killed his mother using a baseball bat. His claim was that the anime Neon Genesis Evangelion made him realize that the humans are useless, so he started eliminating the ones inside his house first. Psychooooo....

Yup... this is my dream land alright.

~*~*~*

I have a new idol. His name is Mohan Gumatay. If you don't know who he is, go search about him yourself. He reminds me so much of the bitch Chelsea Handler.

Both of them are kinda rude though, but I like that. Well, not the grabbing-the-mic-of-somebody-else-while-they're-talking kind of rude, but a humorous, sarcastic, honest kind of rude. They raise their middle fingers to people, may they be celebrities or politicians, who thoroughly deserve it. And they're not afraid if people will attack them for being rude, because they'll just talk back, with a harsher retort. But still, an honest one.

I love them because I can never do such thing. And I still wish I can.

I'll definitely like that............

Labels: Angst, Desultory Crap, J-Love, Nosebleed

5.05.2009 / 19:35

How to survive an interview:

1. It doesn't matter what time you arrive, as long as there are about twelve others who are also there for interview. Kung ikaw lang mag-isa, magdusa kang pumunta sa oras.

2. Do not stutter. Apparently they hate that. And they also hate it when you give them your exact salary requirement. And that you don't want to start immediately. So siguraduhin mong sulit na ang bakasyon mo bago ka sumabak.

3. Don't be yourself. Kasi kung ang depinisyon mo ng "yourself" ay isang taong di marunong magsalita ng Ingles ng diretso, ayaw magsimula agad sa trabaho, at mahilig tumawa kapag kausap, di ka tatangapin. Pramis.

4. It also helps to suck up to your interviewer. But not too much.

5. Prepare yourself to the fact that by the end of the day, you just wasted P200-something of your allowance and about five hours of precious sleeping time.

~*~*

Chronicles of Rejections and Dickheads

I started job-hunting by mid of April, after Holy Week. Even though the general cleaning is not done yet (the keyword being 'is'), I started going out. Before that, I have applied online for about a dozen companies, to no avail.

So pinatulan ko na rin sa wakas yung nagpadala ng sulat na itago na lang natin sa pangalang Cityland (haha~). I decided to go with Irene over to Meketi one Tuesday morning. May job fair daw nun sa Trinoma pero dahil cheap ako, I decided not to go. Besides, I was running out of copies of my resume. I would not want to waste it over there (of course by that time I didn't know that I would be wasting those remaining copies soon anyway). I told the rather snobbish HR that I am willing to start after the holiday (May 1). I know that was a bad call. But in my defense, tinutulungan ko lang na di gumastos ng malaki yung kumpanya dahil di nila ko kailangang swelduhan sa end of the month. xD lol excuses.

Pag-uwi ko pa lang, alam ko na rejected ako. Irene got the call later that night, and another letter, now from Mercury Drug (which arrived here just this Monday... wtf). But according to her, she still has to take some quiz. I imagine it would be something like this:�

Q: Tell something about the company.
A: The f*ck I care.
(sorry, I reeeeally have no idea what that company is)

Later that week on a Friday, pinatulan ko naman yung isang call center sa Alabang na itago na lang �natin sa pangalang APAC. Dahil late si Karen (oo siya yung late), isa lang napuntahan namin. Inabot na nga kami ng lunch break, so we had to wait until 1300 hours or until an interviewer has finished her/his lunch. Itago na lang natin sa pangalang Jaime ang interviewer, and Karen thought he was cute. Well, at least until he rejected our sorry asses. Yes, We waited for about two hours just to be rejected. Way to go.

Disheartened with the rejection, I still opted to go to a scheduled interview the next week on a Tuesday in Mandaluyong. Well, I actually have no choice either. The company freakin' called me at 0745 hours the day before. �Both on landline and cellphone. I actually missed the call on the cellphone so I guess HR tried the landline too. (wow) Before the initial screening on the phone ended, the HR lady (or 'gay.' lawl, stupid name humor.) tried to scare me by saying "the one who's gonna interview you is pretty tough, and he doesn't speak Filipino." Ooohhh... scary! But her last words were scarier: "Don't be late!"

So I slaved my ass off, practicing my stiff tongue by talking myself in English, while trying to sound smart. I also woke up at 0530 hours just so I can get there on time. But since things don't really fall on the right places, I was 30 mins. late, thanks to EDSA. I was crying while walking from Boni station to Reliance St. because of this. Thankfully, the interviewer (na itago na lang natin sa pangalang Nam) did not mind it at all. Neither did the HR people. I actually thought the interview went well. Nagcheck ako ng �mail around 1400 hours pagdating ko sa bahay. Ii-email ko pa lang sana yung nirerequest ni Nam na sample work para mareview niya. To my surprise, Gay already sent me a rejection letter. Despite the hesitation, I still sent the sample to Nam. I waited until before going to sleep for any e-mail from them. None came.

I went to another interview the next day, again for a call center (or so I thought). After the initial screening and interview, which I passed, I thought the worst is over. It's not. Apparently, it was not a direct hiring. They only screen applicants and select those that they can recommend to an associate company (yun nga ba tawag dun? basta parang kakabit na kumpanya). The other company was PLDT. There were four of us who passed. Itago na lang natin at tatlo sa pangalang Lovely Wife, RN at Dick.

We waited for about three hours before the screening started. By that time, I ran out of resume's already, so I was pretty pissed. Tapos nagmarakulyo pa yung tyan ko kaya lalo akong nainis. Habang si Dick na ipinagkanulo kaming tatlo (lol andrama. kaya nga siya Dick eh) ay nakaalis na, kami naman naiwan na nanonood ng 'Resurrecting the Champ' habang naghihintay na mainterview. Ilang minuto pagkatapos ng nasabing pelikula, natawag din kami. The catch, we were interviewed all at the same time, with some other two girls.

At dahil apparently araw ng mga dickhead ito, isa ring dickhead ang nag-interview samin na tawagin na lamang nating Dicker (dapat Dickier, kaso ang hirap i-pronunce!). At dahil nga dickhead siya, hindi pa man ako nai-interview ay ipinagdadasal ko na na sana di na lang ako tanggapin dun. I wouldn't say that I 'boycotted' the interview. I tried to impress him, and even said that I love anime just because he said that he loves it before he started the interview. So I basically sucked up, to no avail, since he doesn't like Evangelion. Even telling me I was morbid for liking that anime.

So I went home that day, P200-less at 6 p.m. Nagulat ulit ako pag-check ko ng mail, sumagot sa e-mail ko si Nam, saying that he did not receive any notice from the HR about my rejection and that he told them to wait until he has reviewed my work, which he liked btw. Kasunod nun ay isa ring mail mula sa HR department, enumerating the requirements for employment and an attached copy of their Terms and Conditions. I.was.employed. Di ako makapaniwala. Naiyak pa ko. Kasi nga akala ko di naman ako natanggap. Di ko alam kung matutuwa ba ko dahil sa saya o dahil hindi na ko makakapag-puyat for at least a year or two (nilagyan na ng taning yung trabaho!) Tinanggap ko na rin kasi sa lahat ng nag-callback, eto na yung pinakamalapit sa napag-aralan ko. At sa totoo lang, ayoko naman talagang bumagsak sa call center.

Ngayong Tuesday ako pinabalik for my first day dala ang ilang requirements. Di naman ako excited, pero I was there at 0510 hours. 6 a.m. ang call time ko. Crazy. Nakilala ko na ang mga magiging katrabaho ko, at syempre nakausap ko ulit si Nam na technically ay isa sa mga boss ko (may HD ako dito e haha). The office is pretty strict. We're not allowed to open any personal account except those that are required by the company. Kaya sa hapon hanggang gabi na lang ako pwede 'tumambay,' mag-Restaurant City, at mag-Plurk. Grabe mamimiss ko! T_T

Mga ilang bagay na idadagdag ko:

1. Ang pagkuha ng SSS ID sa Bacoor branch ay dapat alas-5 ng umaga. Pag wala ka ng ganung oras, too bad!

2. Ang likod ng form ng TIN ay dapat pirmahan ng employer. Pero sabi nila yung ibang �kumpanya, sila na ang kukuha ng TIN para sa empleyado. Kung ganon man ang sa inyo... lucky bitch.

4.28.2009 / 18:51

waaaahhhhh... :cry:

i hate you jerk�

(i really should stop posting like this, maybe once i get a job :mrgreen:)

4.27.2009 / 04:10

Mijiru received a phone call approximately twenty hours before eight in the morning and now she can't go back to sleep.

BTW she has less than twenty four hours to learn to speak in English without getting her tongue tied in a knot.

Good luck, bitch. :sweat:

4.04.2009 / 07:58

Nursery
- Las Pinas Puericulture CYDC
- Hindi ko rin alam ang ibig sabihin ng CYDC.
- Mahabang storya kung paano nangyari, pero sa Times ako tumira nung mga panahong yun.
- Sinulatan ko ng pangalan ko ang mga kabinet sa kwarto nila Tita kaya napagalitan ako.
- Hindi ako pinapayagang umuwi ng Cavite kahit weekends.
- Kaklase ko si Van Harvey nun. Crush ko daw siya sabi ni Lola. Ewan ko lang kung totoo yun. Nagpunta pa siya sa bahay isang beses. Di ko alam kung bakit, tulog pa ko nun eh. Tapos pilit akong pinatatayo ni lola. Baliw.
- Isang beses pauwi, nalaglag sa bag kong sinasabit sa bewang (yung panglalake) yung baon kong nilagang itlog na hindi ko naubos. Nakuha ko naman ito uli.
- Valedictorian ako. Hindi ko rin alam kung pano nangyari yun. At noon, ni hindi ko pa alam ang ibig sabihin ng pagiging Valedictorian.
- Naiinis pa nga ko dahil tuwing pagkatapos ng Grad practice eh naiiwan pa ko para mag-practice ng tulang 4 na linya lang naman habang may hawal na letter L. Lahat ata ng honor nun pinag-tula.

Kinder [Love]
- St. Joseph's Academy (hanggang 4th year na 'to)
- Nasa Cavite na ko nito at nagse-service kina Mrs. Hernando.
- Ka-service ko si Anthony Banagao (aka Nog-nog).
- May kaklase akong maangas na babaeng laging napapagalitan. Pero tuwing umaga naman nagdadala ng pagkain para sa adviser namin. Taga-Marcos Alvarez siya kaya nakikita ko siya minsan papasok.
- May baunan ako na kulay pink, may logo ng Camella. Libre ata nung bagong lipat kami dito. Nasakin ang baon ni kuya lagi, kinukuha niya tuwing recess na nila. Grade 4 ata siya nun.
- Maangas din yung baunan na yun kasi para siyang thermos sa loob, kaya nananatiling malamig/mainit ang kahit anong baon namin. Kaso nabasag din yung loob, kaya naging ordinaryong baunan na lang siya paglaon.
- Pinakaunang recitation ko: I spelled a word. Kaso di ko na maalala kung ano. hehe.

Grade 1 [Peace]
- Lagi akong late. As in. Naka-service na ko nun.
- Nagkaroon na ko ng bulutong tubig. Nauso kasi sa klase. Nahawa ako.
- 41 ata ang babae nun sa klase (naalala ko huli pa si Miki) tapos 22 ang lalake.
- Naging ka-close ko si Tatatz at si Liza Marie. Naalala ko isang beses nainis ako kay Din-din kaya sabi ko kay Tatatz "hindi naten siya bate!" haha. Sana di na nila naaalala yun.
- Sinusundo kami ni Mommy pag pauwi.
- Isang beses, nasagasan ang dating payatot kong kapatid (Yoboy). Ayus naman siya ngayon, malaki na. hehe. Kinder siya non.
- Ayokong kinukuha sa kanya ang baon ko kasi nahihiya akong mag-excuse sa teacher. Kaya minsan nangungutang ako sa kaklase ko pambili ng drinks sa canteen. Yung nasa maliit na yellow cup. Lasang tubig lahat ng flavor.
- Maangas yung pencil case ko nun: SAILORSTARS! (kasi hindi lang naman si Sailormoon ang andun eh)
- Na-tempt akong nakawin yung maangas na pambura ng kaklase ko.
- Field Demo: May hawak na stick na may parang pompoms sa magkabilang dulo. Nage-exercise. Go figure.

Grade 2 [Love]
- Late pa rin ako. Kahit na tanghali na ang klase ko.
- Isang beses tumawag pa ko kay Carmella Alcala para itanong kung talaga bang recollection namin nung araw na yun. Naguluhan ako e.
- Nung araw din na yun ATA nung nabangga kami at nagkaron ng 1st major damage ang sasakyan namin. Wala pa atang isang taon yung Castro nun.
- Nagse-service na si mommy nun kaya marami akong nakilalang mga HS na.
- Kras ko nun si Mark Joseph Lizardo. Kaso kras naman niya si... uh... di ko na maalala. Pero tinutukso din namin siya kay Rowena Valdellon at Ledda Teano (ate ni Lyn! haha).
- Sa kanila ko natutunan ang larong 'Killer, Killer.'
- Nakaka-perfect na ko sa quiz ule. haha.
- First time kong nadala sa clinic.
- Dito nabuo ang... eherm... mamaya na lang ule.
- Wala ako masyadong friends. huhu.
- First time magkaron ng Music subject.
- Sumikat ang 'flying saucer.'
- Field Demo: Kumanta ng 'If I were a Butterfly' with matching action.

Grade 3 [Grattitude]
- Lagi pa rin akong late, as usual.
- Half day lang ako. Binago yung schedule nun eh.
- Naging ka-close ko si Chinky at Ellenbert. Naalala ko, si Ellen yung pinaka-maagang nagka-regla sa'min. hehe.
- Nagkaron pa kami ng kaaway nun. Di ko na sasabihin kung sino.
- Tuwing lunch, dun kami kumakain ni kuya sa sasakyan. Laging may pabaon na lunch si Mommy. Kasama yung mga kaklase niya (pero syempre di sila nakikikain sa lunch namin no). Tapos dun din sila nagma-Magic the Gathering. Bawal nun yung Magic sa school eh. Kaya patago sila naglalaro.
- Naadik ako sa Choco Choco. Tapos madalas akong nililibre ni... Joren?... ng ice scramble at bubble gum.
- May jug kaming tatlo na laging ako ang naghahanda... nasan na kaya yun? Ang ganda pa man din nun.
- Di ako gumagawa ng assignment.
- First time na magkaron ng PE subject.
- Nagsayaw ng 'Barbie Girl' nung Xmas Party.
- Dinuraan si Melvin nung unggoy sa zoo nung Field Trip.
- Field Demo: Nagsayaw with matching maracas. Di ako umabot kasi nasiraan kami ng sasakyan. Kawawa naman yung partner ko (John Rey Hapa).

Grade 4 [Hope]
- Madalas pa rin akong late.
- Nauso yung Honest Pupils. Pag nagsoli ka ng bagay na nawawala sa office ng CDO, ililista yung pangalan mo dun. May bragging rights ka for a day.
- Nauso din yung newspapers and cups drive. Paramihan ng nakokolektang useless paper at cups. Minsan nagkakanakawan pa ng cups kaya laging may bantay. haha! crazy.
- Ang gara nung pangalan ng team namin nung Intrams.
- Dito na nag-umpisa ang pagtingin kay... alam niyo na...
- Marami akong naging karibal sa kanya. ahuhu... deym. Kasama yung mga kras niya. haha!
- Lagi akong pinapagalitan nung Reading teacher namin na may malaking balat sa braso kasi ayaw ko raw magtali ng buhok. Lalo pa siyang nagalit nung ayaw akong pagupitan ni mommy. Magpagupit daw ako kasi may kuto ako. E ano naman kinalaman ng kuto sa pagpapagupit? Di naman yun mawawala.
- Dapat kaklase na namin nun si Osonnie, kaso MIA siya nung first week ng classes kaya nilipat siya sa Grattitude.
- Wala na naman akong friends nun. haha.
- Nauso yung Baliw Club. Pakana nila Ricardo at Edhz. Edhielaine pa siya nung mga panahong yun hehe. Sumali ako, kunwari baliw din ako.
- Pati yung SOP. Hindi ko alam kung ano yun. Basta kina Gerson yun eh.
- Idol Ivan.
- Kras ni Kathleen nun si James.
- Naging notorious si Michael John Quilatan. Tinatawag niya kong 'wiwitch.' Ewan.
- Yung field trip, nataon sa birthday ko.
- Maraming nagka-kras kay Sir Gary, ang Music teacher. Think of a less hawter version of Sir Esguerra.
- Nagka-mens si Ellen sa kalagitnaan ng lecture. Pano namin nalaman? Tumulo yung dugo pababa sa legs niya. haha!
- Field Demo: Nagsayaw to the tune of 'Borutesu Faibu' habang nakasuot ng white gloves. HANO?!

Grade 5 [Peace]
- Consistent late.
- Laging may quote for the day. Tapos nung kalaunan, na-stuck na sa 'Do your best and God will do the rest' kasi favorite ng adviser namin.
- Natutunan ang tunay na kahulugan ng penis at vagina. Salamat Ms. Abad!
- Tuluyan na naming naging kaklase si Osonnie.
- Kasama ko pag recess: Dawn, Kathleen, Joana May. Lagi kong kinukupitan ng napkin si Dawn. haha!
- Naalala ko nakaaway ko pa si Kathleen nun. haha.
- May isa pa pala kong nakaaway, bitchesa. Sinabihan ako ng 'hoy babae magdahan-dahan ka sa mga sinasabi mo!' Ngayon, bitchesa na talaga siya, slutty pa. Sabi ko kasi may hinalikan siya na isa naming kaklaseng lalake. hehe.
- Kakulitan sa klase: Van, James, Rochelle, Elaine, Ligene, minsan si Arianne, kaso madalas tahimik siya eh. hehe.
- Puro bastusan ang joke namin nun. Tapos lagi kaming nasa Noisy. Hanggang sa pinagalitan na kami ng adviser. Naalala ko sa lalake, si Van ang may pinakamarami, tapos ako sa babae. haha!
- (AY ETO MALUPIT) Pinatayo kami sa labas ni James ni Sir Bayabay! hahahahahahahahaha!!!
- Lalong lumalim ang pagtingin kay... Tapos ginawa ko pang panakip-butas si R__n para hindi halata. Tawag namin sa kanya 'Vulca Seal' haha!
- Kras din siya ni Jonna Flores. hehe.
- Kaso nalaman ko kay Van na ang type niya pala ay si ...!
- Kras nun ni James si Kathleen, tapos si Ellenbert, tapos si Marigail Dar. Sa lahat, basted siya. hehehe...
- Nilipat samin si Ruiz Aldrin Dacasin.
- Naging notorious si Majelle, for some reason.
- Hinigop ni Van yung gelpen tapos napunta sa dila niya yung gel. Sinapak niya rin ako one time, kasi sabi ko. haha!
- Naadik ako sa anime. Nung nagpapakilala kami nung first day, nahiya akong sabihin na ang favorite TV show ko ay Ghost Fighter, pero nasabi ko rin at pinagtawanan nila ko. Pagkatapos ko magpakilala, yung mga sumunod sakin, yun na ang sinabing TV show.
- Naeskandalo yung adviser namin sa topless picture ni Toni Braxton sa songhits ni Kathleen kaya tinakpan niya ito gamit ang isang pirasong pink art paper.
- Ang saya ng grade 5! ahahaha!
- Dito na nag-umpisang gumulo ang buhay-service. Tatlo na lang ata ang nagseservice samin nun kasi lagi kaming late.
- Nagkaron ng issue among 'dancers.'
- Nanalo sa Cheering Competition.
- Sumikat si Britney Spears.
- Sumikat ang Agaw Base. Pag may malakihang laro, pinaguusapan namin sa klase kung kelan at kung sinu-sino ang sasali. Ayaw namin isali nun si Karen! hahahahaha!
- Late ako nung field trip. Pagdating sa school, nakita namin yung organizer ng Field Trip na late din. Kaya sumama kami sa kanya hanggang sa destination ng klase. Ayun. Ang saya! Katabi ko pa si.... Nasa likod kami, pinakamaingay. Tawanan ng tawanan.
- Gumawa kami ng salted duck eggs. Naglaba at namalantsa para sa THE.
- Nagkaron ng PS1.
- Nasolo ang 'Eyes On Me' before everybody else did! HELL YEAH.
- Unang beses na nagkaron ng Computer subject.
- Field Demo: LA Walk to the tune of 'Achy Breaky Heart' ni Billy Ray Cyrus.

Grade 6 [Love]
- Late pa rin. Always absent pa.
- Lagi akong absent pag NEAT review, pero naka-92 ako. EAT THAT BITCH!!!!
- Natala ang pinakamataas kong Math grade. 87.
- Wala ng nagse-service.
- Medyo tahimik na ko sa klase kasi di ko na katabi sina Van.
- Naging best friend ko si Rochelle. Kaso lumipat siyang St. Paul nung HS. Ahuhuhu... nakakamiss! T_T
- Na-in love kay... at naging kras naman si Roderick. Kuya ni Mary Grace.
- Champion uli sa Cheering.
- Naging paborito ng Math teacher dahil sa aking poker face.
- Di ako gumagawa ng assignment. Pag weekend kasi, andito mga pinsan ko. Mahabang storya kung bakit. Kaya ayun, nakikipagharutan lang ako sa kanila all day.
- Favorite words: ENERGY, JOULES, NOCTURNAL EMISSION, EJACULATION, HUNCH, PAPANCHIN
- First 4 words courtesy of Sir Roger.
- Naging teacher ko ulit si balat queen pero di niya na ko pinagagalitan.
- Nagalit samin yung adviser namin dahil sa pagwawala umano ng ilan naming mga kaklase nung nagpunta kami sa LP City Hall. Buti na lang di ako kasama sa mga kinagalitan niya.
- Most memorable Retreat. Naalala ko sumulat pa ko nun kay... muntik na kong umamin sa kanya. MUNTIK LANG.
- Tinawag siyang 'chicken boy' ng Religion teacher namin na may kras din sa kanya. Chikboy daw kasi siya.
- Laging inaantok si Osonnie tuwing first subject kung saan laging nagsesermon (of the good kind) yung adviser namin. Binansagan siyang 'Sleeping Beauty' dahil dito. At naging muse siya for the nth time.
- Maraming nga rin palang namangha sa pagsusulat niya. Ayun.
- Natutong mag-internet. Nagkaron ng pinaka-unang email add.
- Nung mga last weeks ng school, naadik ako sa *toot* at *toot.* Yun lagi ang pinaguusapan namin ni Rochelle pag nagsusulatan kami. May kras din pala siya dati kay Odille. hahaha!
- Naging issue yung malaking fluffy na panali ko nung Graduation. haha!
- Nagluto para sa THE. Takot mag-prito yung mga kagrupo ko kaya ako ang nag-prito. Nanahi rin pala ng shorts. Wala akong kwenta magtahi.
- Nakilala sa klase bilang isang movie buff. Salamat sa video shop business namin.
- Sumikat yung bubble gum na may kasamang sticker ng seksing babae. Sabi si Bluewinn daw ang avid collector nun.
- Field Demo: Basta nagsayaw. Yung normal na tinuturo sa PE class. Ayun.

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