February 2012
It's always darkest before the dawn.
In failure, there’s nothing and no one else to blame but yourself. I can’t even blame Grace Lee and PNoy.
Leaving Baguio in a few. BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAI
I didn’t tell you guys but I’m actually a trainee in our school’s radio station, 89.9 MC Radio. Ergo, I’m going to miss my boardwork on Friday. Aaaaand I haven’t told the station manager yet, hahaha.
On another note, or octave, or whatever, I hate long bus-rides. Not because I get all nauseous but because the air-conditioning menace will suffocate the poor,...
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My crush uses Pizap.
I don’t have a crush anymore.
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January 2012
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They Paved Paradise (Part 3 Occupy SM!)
maylingrosito:
And so the rally ensued..taking it to the streets—and all the way back to SM
The Green Man :)
Face off! DSLR vs Iphone 3G.haha! that’s my friend Tann (the girl)
Father Myke Abaya Sotero of the LGBT community.
Iwagayway!
Spotted cute longboarders/musicians in the rally *me gusta*
Magtibay on bongos
my instructor (and former neighbor and barkada) raises a fist,...
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Run, Forest, Run
Scurry off with your roots away from the ground.
I did not misspell Forrest. It is obvious that I took the famed quotation from the movie ‘Forrest Gump’, modified it to specifically point to another kind of Forrest — the green one with a single ‘r’.
The vision of living in ‘green world’ seems to be in a blur, the sad reality of the seeing wooden trunks...
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Hair: A 2nd Degree Murder Victim
I asked for a simple trim so that the sides won’t irritate my ears. At first, it looked ‘alright’ then the barber went all Edward Scissorhands and Sweeney Todd on my hair. He went mad, I tell you! Clump after clump he grazed through my scalp leaving about half an inch on both sides.
The floor contained all the evidence needed to prove the murder. Lying on the ground breathless,...
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Third Trimester
First day of the Third Trimester on Wednesday. I need to hijack my brain’s sleeping functions and get me school-ready by then. Unless you didn’t know, I sleep at 2 or 3 in the morning and wake up at 11 or 12, sometimes even later.
Again, my schedule from Monday to Saturday starts at 7:30 AM. I guess I’m going to greet my classmates old and new with my profound...
Change is coming: Move On, Let Go...Not! →
pinagiisipanpabayan:
If there’s something I would not be able to move on with, that would be The Brewrats’ demise in the airwaves. Just like the more than 200,000 people who liked their page (and I am sure there are more, the late Ronald Labadlabad included), I must admit that I had …
I miss their ‘We’re going to bang you now’, Sto. Nino Guy, Pipsy, and all their nutsy...
Sick of reading nonsensical University bickering.
Begone!
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Not just another Friday.
Sorry to disappoint you but this is not one of those ‘OMQZ-I-haz-Bad-Luck’ posts.
Friday the 13th actually treated me well and even contrasted the dreaded popular belief.
Remember my Feature-Writing ordeal?
Well what do you know, I won 4th place! I’ll be competing against other writers in the Luzon-wide Press Conference to be held this February at Bataan. A pleasant way to...
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Having 'I-should've-wrote-about-that-yesterday'...
Please refer to this post.
Results are out tomorrow. I am losing grip of the little rays of hope.
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12th Regional Higher Education Press Conference -...
I’m a such a scatterbrain and a disappointment (and a failure).
Trying to be punctual which I seldom do, I got to the venue at exactly 8AM. Looking through the glass and feeling the warmth of the sun, I waited for my seniors, the Editorial Board. I guess I got there too early, no one was still there and the registration sheet was still fresh. So much for trying to be impressively on...
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Vati asked me to make a presentation about...
It’s The Family Code of the Philippines. My head is already filled with information about marriage. This makes me look at marriage in a sickening point of view. I might just grow old alone with an ugly sweater in hand.
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Clouds
I sat and looked through the window. Seeing it upfront it was like a frame enclosing the landscape. My eyes met what seemed to be a heavy avalanche of suds. The clouds appeared and swallowed the mountains. Gobbling them, leaving a traceless precipice.
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Stolen
This happened when I was in the 4th grade. I had this weird attraction to books. You can say I was a voracious reader at a young age, I read everything I could get my hands on, including candy wrappers.
Anyway, I came from a public school. A fast-food chain was holding some sort of “Reading Drive” where they would give a class a cart of storybooks and a booklet that contained...
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Mind over Heart: My first text post published on... →
elbyisme:
I know how you’ve always been sensitive when it comes to the use of proper grammar and punctuation marks but bear with me on this one, my old friend. It’s such a shame that I cannot simply use highfalutin words for I may just embarrass myself for doing so. Lastly, excuse my ‘impeccable’ grammar, okay? Rene Joshua — a strong bitch but a weak bitch (Angelea, 2011). The way he speaks...
“I think a lot, but I don’t say much.”
– Anne Frank (via mirroir)
December 2011
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This is to:
Everyone I met and
Everyone I lost.
Every stranger I passed and
Every stranger who gazed.
Everyone who stood beside me and
Everyone who left me hanging.
Everyone who made me feel alive and
Everyone who wanted me dead
Everyone who’s still with me and
Everyone who plans on leaving. Everyone who appreciates my flaws and
Everyone who sees nothing but my flaws.
Family, friends,...
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Groceries
Today I realized how tough it was to go grocery shopping. As a child, I saw grocery stores as a wonderland. Riding the trolleys and knowing where what is, shopping was a breeze. Now, it appeared as if the grocery wonderland I knew turned into this battlefield-slash-maze.
I had a pretty tough time looking for marshmallows. MARSHMALLOWS. I looked at every aisle and went around the store for the...
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UPCAT
I see frazzled seniors. I see tension. I see nerves.
I foresee sleepless nights, palpitations, doubts, confidence and a whatever-happens-happens attitude.
I know how it feels. I wasn’t able to celebrate the New Year’s Eve properly. Second-guesses and what-ifs devoured my entire being. You hear your heartbeat through your ears, your hands and other limbs remain cold and shaky. You...
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Scratches
I have these weird and plump scratches running along my back. I do not recall any record of getting any of them. It burns and some are still fresh, you can see the blood seeping through the ruptured skin.
Yeah, I thought of Black Swan, too.
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Someone knows how to properly use semi-colons and...
