make poverty history

naalala ko lang, kahapon kasi sa "sex"- sinangag express sa pedro gil ako kumain kasama ng ilang blockmates at merong matandang nagtitinda ng alkansya... may ginawa na naman akong kakaiba, kahit friday na at naghihirap na ko, ayan na naman at lumalabas ang philantropist genes ng tatay ko.

naalala ko rin nung isang araw, naglalakad ako sa leon guinto papuntang faura - sa a.s. nang makakita nanaman ako ng domestic violence sa sidewalk. nagagalit yung tatay dahil umiiyak ang anak niya, "anong gusto mo? magandang buhay?" yung anak nakacurl na nakaupo habang pinapalo siya ng patpat ng tatay niya. buti nga wala akong kasama kundi nawirduhan na naman yun dahil sa luha ko. tulad kahapon si majo buti naman ok lang sa kanya kahit simpleng tumatawid kami ay lumuluha ako. mukha tuloy pinaiyak ako ni majo. hehe.

at kanina habang nasa bus ako pauwi dito sa bahay namromroblema ako kung pano maiaangat lahat ng nagugutom sa Pilipinas. tapos naisip ko na vinoice-out ko yung problema kong yun sa iba eh ireject lang nila at sabihin na wag ko pag-aksyahan ng brain cells yun kasi di ko naman kontrolado yun.

e pano tayo uunlad kung lahat tayo ganun mag-isip dahil akala natin wala tayong magagawa?

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sa makakabasa nitong post na to, weird lang talaga ko minsan pagdating sa awa, pero hindi naman masama. hehe..

metronome for sale?

nafrufrustrate na naman ako. gusto ko ng metronome! dati eh naiinggit inggit lang ako sa madaming metronome sa music school ko pati sa dalawang metronome na nakalagay sa taas ng piano nila melay pero ngayon gusto ko na rin! yung analog syempre, hindi yung digital. at mas maganda rin sana kung may mga italian tempo terms na nakasulat gitnang column para mas madaling gamitin. tulad nung nasa unang picture. mahirap gamitin ang digital kung classic ka. anyway friends, pag nakakita kayo neto sa music stores o kahit saan, pakibalitaan na lang ako...

actually meron akong nakitang mga metronome sa ebay pero sa labas yun ng pilipinas. ayaw ko naman nun kasi baka malaglag-laglag at masira sa shipping.

small world

hwokey. maliit lang pala talaga ang mundo. lalo pa ang pilipinas. posible palang hingin ng anak ng PNP Chief (Dir-Gen. Razon) ang number mo.

hopeless post

Sayang, gusto pa naman kita.

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Pero may nalaman ako tungkol sa'yo.

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Hindi ko alam kung totoo, wala rin akong paraan para tanungin sa'yo.

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Pero sa naiuugnay ko...

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Totoo nga ba? Pwedeng hinde? Wala naman akong magagawa.

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Buti na lang hindi ko sinabi kahit kanino na kahit akala nila iba, ikaw talaga.

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Kung hindi, napahiya na naman ako.

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Wala namang silbi.

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At malamang diba clueless ka din.

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Magtinginan na lang tayo.

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Hindi mo naman mababasa to, pero blog ko to kaya kahit pathetic wala kang magagawa.

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Hayaan mo na.

histo 4 excitement

yey!!! histo 4 na mamaya. (at dahil sa centennial ng UP, suspended hanggan 1pm mamaya ang klase ay nag-iinternet ako ngayon.)

3 rason kung bakit ako nasasabik sa histo 4:

1. 2 years ago na sinabi ni ren na bagay daw sakin ang histo 4, ngayong 3rd year ko lang na-take finally. eh kasi naman dati eh sobrang tinatamad ako lumihis sa schedule ng block kaya nagsipag na ko ngayon, huling ssp ko na to eh.

2. wala akong friends sa histo 4! (hindi ko alam, baka meron bigla, basta wala naman akong ibang kakilalang nagregister neto eh. saka hindi siya block - restricted.) an opportunity to meet new friends! bonus na lang kung may Morg akong maging classmate.

3. fun daw si Ma'am Jose. (tama ba angge, babae ba yun?). anyway, sabi ni angge sa experience niya, nag-enjoy naman daw siya so hopefully ako rin.

yun lang. =)

viva la vida or death and all his friends

Yay I'm so happy the new album of my all-time favourite Coldplay is out!!! I'll start listening to Coldplay's Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends after I've downloaded all the helpful chem books I found in the internet.

I love Coldplay! Ü

stop exaggerating!

You,

.......I thought we already talked and made peace with each other but, when talking to other people about me or something that somehow involves me, why do you still exaggerate things I say or do? Why, when telling people what I said, do you put additional words that do not come from my mouth? Do you still want our friends to hate me? Do you still want them to think I'm stupid? Haven't you still gotten over it? Or does your mind have automatic reruns of events where the dialogues are altered for your enjoyment?

........Tell me. I desperately want to know if you meant the peace you proposed, because I sincerely agreed (and still agree) to it.

........You gave me a last piece of advice, let me give you one too. Please please stop meddling with other people's social lives. You have your own, make adjustments in it, if and only if you want to step out of that shell and have your own enjoyment. It's also for your own good.

JEN

may nilaglag daw akong kaibigan, hindi naman totoo. ang galing talaga ng imagination mo.

love is a bettlefield, get some scars

I just read Ellein's blog. It said something about her reading past emails with an old 'friend' and realizing how pathetic she was. See, she always apologized and felt miserable for the smallest things, as she puts it, she acted like "a slave apologizing to her master for eating too much." I love you Ellein, now I feel miserable for being oblivious and tolerant to all the mistakes I let you make during the course of that 'friendship'. Please forgive me. I, too, didn't know better then.

She reminded me of myself, and my 'friend'. Thinking of that relationship two and a half years ago still embarrasses me. The words I said after that made the reconciliation of our former friendship almost impossible. About a year and a half a go we tried to discuss the issues, both of us ended in tears we still weren't able to bring the nice back on. I still haven't felt the consequences of losing that friendship, but I know it will show sometime in the future.

But every 15-year-old is allowed a bit of immaturity at foolishness, right? No? As of now I still haven't figured out if that's the rational way of putting it or if that's just my way of tarping a sad story. Either way it convinced me never to walk that same trail again.

At the least, mistakes and experiences seldom fail to make an impression(trauma!) on a person.

Sometimes I wonder if everyone else has as much problems as I do, no, not the light problems I would freely discuss with anyone but the serious problems I would never dare tell anyone. Save a happy face for tomorrow.