'Cause we all been painted by numbers.

So, I think I should put off this "women and hormones" entry I mentioned before for next time. I think it's about time for a New Year's entry, yea?

And maybe this time, I won't look back.
Every year whenever I write my New Year's entry, I look back at what was -- if I was able to do what I always wanted to, if I've done something great, if I've met new people, if I've improved. Or not. I kept saying in those entries that I shouldn't regret, too. I think by writing those entries, I've regretted.

Not directly, but somehow I have. By realizing the things I'm thankful for, I realize my mistakes. By realizing my mistakes, I realize what I could have done better. By that, I regret.

And you're really not supposed to. When you look at those mistakes, you look at them not to wish you could have done something else. The whole point of looking back is to be thankful of what you've done so far and what your choices, may it be the choices you wanted to take or the choices you had to take, have done for you. It's extremely cliche to say but things really do happen for a reason.

I myself have a couple of regrets.
Actually, more of "what ifs". Like, what if instead of losing that fight with my dad on whether to study in UST (for Architecture, the course I still dream of taking) or DLSU for college? What if right now I'm on my 3rd year there, currently taking my majors, studying to be an architect? Would I be as happy as I am now in Ateneo, where I had to transfer to just to be able to take up fine arts, a far second choice?

For me, it's still pretty hard to let go. I still want to take up Architecture, I still want to be an architect. And I still don't understand my dad's petty reasons not letting me go to UST. It's been three years and I still wonder about it. In my head, I can imagine my dad and I conversing about it -- I could never win. Even if I say things happen for a reason, I still can't really accept it.

And I'm not going to use that as a turning point for this entry.
Things happen for a reason but I'm not going to accept it for that event. What I do is I make the most out of what I have now. For me not to regret my stay in Ateneo, I try not to tinker around that what if because I know I'll just regret the years I've spent here already.

Just so you know, I'm thankful for a lot of things.
And I'm not going to enumerate them KASI SABI KO NGA HINDI AKO MAGLULOOKBACK. Jeki, ano ba?


Hay. Okay.
So. Instead of looking back, I'm here to look forward to 2010.

1. BENTE NA AKO SA APRIL.
I remember Buh not taking it so well when it was his turn last February, calling that age twenteen. I'm not sure how I'll take it. Maybe there's that feeling of getting old? But I don't know, I still look twelve -- I'm not sure how I'd feel old.

Ewan. But it's something to look forward to, first year as an adult!
(Haha it's sounds so immature to say out loud.)

2. Friends are coming home :D
Roz is finally going back after her one-year exchange student time in Korea by early January, Tina Marie's going to visit by May, and I think Pin's going back for Christmas? I don't know, I forgot. Pin, are you going back for Christmas? Please say you're going back for Christmas? :D

3. LR39++'s graduation!
WOW HAHA Imagine if I didn't transfer? I'd be graduating with you guys.
I want to witness this, someone make me part of their family for the day haha

4. Analog with Roz.
Since she's coming back home, we get to visit that toy camera store and look at the nice ones.
I want the Fuji Instax Mini 7 one but maaaybe I might get a Superheadz UWS Fat Lens instead. Or The Golden Half (that I just found today it's so small and it sounds like a good investment)! I guess I have a thing for wide angle lenses. I'm really looking forward to this!

It's so much easier to long for these kinds, it's so much easier on the wallet.

5. Majors :D
I want to become an artist. A REAL ONE.

6. 365 Project.
I'm determined to do my photo a day project. It'll really help in my artistic journey hoho

7. Another year.
What other reason is there? Another 365 days to plan and look forward to -- new chances, choices, and challenges.


To old friends, thank you for being part of my year every year (:
Thank you for all the spontaneity of Isaw Fridays during Wednesdays, the arguments over petty things, the highs we got just getting together, and simply just the time we spent. Amazing, it was.

To new friends, thank you for being part of my year now.
Where have you been? I've met people I could never imagine to be friends with, people who have similar brainwaves as I, people I'm sure to love as the days go by. I look forward to each of the next days I'll be spending with you guys. Thank you for the laughs so far, the nights you've kept me up, and the things you've taught me.


So many things happened this year. So many tragic calamities occurred that sometimes, it's hard to see how this year was great. So many people have passed away, not just celebrities but people who are dear to us. It's hard to understand how things happen for a reason. In fact, it's a stupid excuse to tell those who were directly affected.

There's nothing I can say to make it better but here's to hoping for a lighter year. Definitely hopefully eventful but much more lighter on the aches.

In my 28pt font (or not pero ito na yung pinakamalaki sa Blogspot), I say
Happy 2010!

Just a lie you've got to rise above.

This is dedicated to my number one (and probably only) fan, Siege Darbiana.
Cyd Tribiana: Hi. I just want to tell you that I enjoy reading your blog. :) Haha. Oh, and I miss you. Mmkaybye.
Ma. Jessica Ona: I miss you, too!
Ma. Jessica Ona: You didn't go to the Christmas party :\
Ma. Jessica Ona: I'm writing an entry about women and hormones, you should read it when I'm done haha
Ma. Jessica Ona: Oh, and you make me happy. I have a fan.
Ma. Jessica Ona: Hahahaha
Ma. Jessica Ona: And yes, my font is huge.
Cyd Tribiana: Yes. I am your fan. I check your blog for new entries regularly.
Cyd Tribiana: :))
Ma. Jessica Ona: You are awesome.

We had an argument before about the word girl. He said it was a weird word and its spelling made no sense. I didn't agree then, I thought he was just saying that because I was a girl.

He IMed me today and I remembered that conversation. And now I actually agree.
And to commemorate our friendship, I will write a list of weird words. I tried to cheat a little and Googled "weird words" and one of those that came up was erinaceous.

That's not weird, that's just really complicated. Like Chinese words, you're never sure how to say them.
I declare erinaceous an interesting word (if it's even a word).

Okay, anyway. Let's get on with the list.


Awesome
Bleak
Bowl
Button
Cake
Cheated
Clad
Clock
Coil
Cram
Crater
Cruel
Desk
Ever
Flake
Flavor
Girl
Glad
Great
Heart
Hormone
Increase
Lemon
Pause
Recite
Tidy
Toilet
Tune
Twenty
Water
Weird
Wicked
Wire
World
Write
Wrong


I think I can write a few more but the list might get too long that I might lose my one and only fan because of it.

So I guess no one gets how weird those words are so I'll let you in on why: just keep on repeating those words and it'll just lose meaning. Maybe just about every word in the world is weird when you say it repeatedly but I don't know. I say those words are especially weird.

Don't tell me you don't agree, Cyd!

http://fffourteen.tumblr.com/

I have decided to make a new tumblr account because I wanted to be part of the tumblr world again.
I forgot how addicting it was and I don't know, I was reading Mindy's tumblr and I just wanted in again haha

So. Yun lang.
Gusto ko lang makiuso.



I'm wondering if I should cross-post entries from here to there.
Or there to here.
Or keep them completely separate.

Hm. Bahala na.

To a lifetime of you.

I was reading through all my blog entries back in my Multiply site (I revived it because Facebook upload SUCKS ASS) and I have come to a conclusion: I am my favorite writer. Not that I'm a great read or I'm as awesome as those published prolific writers out there but I find myself interesting. How conceited hahaha

But I don't know, I found myself reading through hundreds of pages of my ranting and if I didn't need to stop to breathe a little, I wouldn't have. Or maybe the idea of reminiscing is attractive? The year IS ending in just a few days.


I wrote about everything.
I was able to write about everything, even the meaningless things. I guess I'm really that talkative that I can stretch stupid things into longer, not necessarily more meaningful paragraphs. That's a good thing academically, I guess? I won't ever have to feel threatened by long minimum page limitations.


I'm such a nerd.




I ran into this wishlist I had back in 2008: The Memory Keeper's Daughter by Kim Edwards and Everyman by Philip Roth. I still haven't read both and it's never too late for a Christmas present! I don't mind either borrowing or having my own copy, I just want to read (:

I forgot how I found out about these books but now that I'm reminded about them, I want to read them. I still haven't started reading A Wild Sheep Chase by Haruki Murakami but you can never have too much books to read.


I also read the entries I wrote when I was quarantined the second time.
I never really said it then but I think I really was infected by Swine Flu haha I was really sick then and my parents were extra cautious. Lysol was the everyday scent of my room and I was practically training myself for a water cure -- you know, that old torture thing.

My parents are usually terrified people.
They try to shy my eyes away from the needle when I take blood tests, distract me when I get my bones.. fixed, and never tell me these serious things. I think they think I scare easily.


Well, yes sort of.
But I think I know how to drown it out sometimes (except the horror movies or those shock sites). Or sometimes I find it interesting, maybe?

When my pinky got dislocated back in highschool (crazy dislocation that was, one flick and my bone could've just snapped off), I was brought to the hospital after a few days. We had speculations that it was just a really bad sprain.
So anyway, the doctor that attended to me was really nice. He talked to me about football, asked me about my favorite team and players, and asked me why my favorite player was a midfielder when I was a keeper. I knew he was doing what my parents were -- distracting me.

But I was really interested in how he was going to fix my pinky.
He put in the anesthesia and after a few minutes, started to check if I still felt anything. When I told him I didn't feel anything there anymore, he just pulled it back in.

I was hoping for something a bit more dramatic. Probably no blood but maybe a cracking sound or something haha

But yes.
Okay, I have lost my trail of thought.

I'm partly glad I'm not part of it anymore.

1. I don't like their god. She plays biases.

2. They don't celebrate Christmas, the best holiday ever. They are forced to work during the holidays and if one of them stops working, all of them are subjected to punishment.

3. Another thing about their god -- she has not yet brought any wealth to her subjects. She's been in existence for quite some time now and still, there's no improvement in stature.


I miss being part of it most of the time but right now, I'm glad I'm not. But when you guys are working during the day, I hate being the outsider.
Good luck, friends (and I mean that sincerely). I miss being part of you terribly and I would've endured all of that with you. It sucks that you guys have to work during the Christmas break, though.


Outsiders, especially those who have never been part of this: if you want to understand all you have to do is ask.
Disclaimer: I am not mocking anyone's god :|

Hoy babaeng masungit sa counter ng Burger King,

puwede mo lang akong sungitan kung tama ka, okay?
As in yung sure kang ako yung mali. Maiintindihan ko kung bakit mo ako susungitan kung ako yung mali sa 'tin pero alam mo, sobrang petty ng "pinagawayan" natin. Nagawa mo pa akong sungitan eh ikaw yung mali, bait bait kong kausap.

J: *mga order naming magkakapatid* tas yung drink ng isa Iced Tea.
Babaeng masungit sa counter ng Burger King: Okay, Hi-c Apple.
J: Hindi. Iced Tea.
B: Oo nga, Hi-c.
J: IceD Tea, hindi Hi-c.
B: Oo nga! Hi-c Apple.
J: Hindi nga Hi-c. Iced Tea, yung Lipton.
B: Oo nga. *alis para kumuha ng Hi-c*
J: *to other lady behind the counter* Pakisabi nga dun na ICED TEA yung order, hindi Hi-c. Kasi Hi-c yung kinukuha niya ngayon.
Other lady: Hoy *babaeng masungit sa counter ng Burger King* , Iced Tea raw hindi Hi-c!


Alam mo.



(Edit: 11:43pm)
Ay, oo nga pala.
Tatlong beses nga pala siya nagkamali sa order namin. Buti mabait pa rin kami sa kanya na kahit kulang yung pinunch niya at sana'y libre na kami ng isang meal, sinabi ko pa rin at binayaran ko siya.

At honga pala (dahil sabi ni Christian ilagay ko), umirap nga pala siya sa bawat oo nga na sinabi niya.

Christian Bautista: umirap tas mali parin
Christian Bautista: jusko

You'll know you're on it when your brain won't stop to take a break.

I have run out of reasons to keep my shoes and I've found tons of reasons as to why I should change them.



Well first of all, they look like shit. I've used them in many occasions. They're very comfy so I'm not afraid to use them at all. I guess that contributed to all the ripping and the obvious wear and tear.

I've played sports with this pair.
I know, you're not supposed to use sneakers but you know those spontaneous days.

And with all my spontaneity, I need a go-to shoe. This is the pair. Not that it goes with every outfit I wear -- sometimes, I just don't care :|

Or. Maybe it kind of works with everything. I might have a monotonous wardrobe haha

Not only does it look like shit from the outside, it also looks like shit from the inside.

It has holes through places you won't ever imagine to get holes. It feels weird sometimes when I wear them without socks on (oh, don't you lesson me on hygiene. My feet smell fine after) -- the cloth gets ripped off sometimes and they get caught in between my toes. They feel gross.

Well, even just the feeling of those patches on my skin is gross.


If you're awesome, you might have noticed that the usual rubber strip attached on the side of the sole is missing. Yek ripped it out.

I was complaining to him about how worn out my shoes are and that I needed a new pair. He ripped out the rubber thing and said "Ayan, bumili ka na ng bago. Sira na sapatos mo."
Sad to say, humongo bear, that this pair has not been replaced yet.

*Jekbear growling all the way from California*


I've been everywhere with this pair of sneakers.
Not only are the soles dull and now without grip, it's just literally breaking apart.

I'm hoping it'll never have that ugly opening on the front -- it would mean that it's unusable already. I'd hate to have to glue it back together.

So, I guess this entry is a petition to all you wealthy people out there -- I am in need of new sneakers.

This isn't the only pair I have but this is my favorite one. It has to be replaced with another pair that is just as awesome.


A lot of people have commented on how old and tired my sneakers look. They ask me why I haven't changed them yet, I tell them I didn't want to. They (aka mama) tell me to clean it up or just stop using them, I refuse and tell them "hindiii, character yan!"

Well, all those tears do add character. I never liked the new shoe look.
Don't misinterpret, I still want need new shoes.

I want to be in that number.

I AM HAVING SO MUCH FUN WITH THE HARMONICA.
I HAVEN'T GOTTEN THE BREATHING RIGHT YET
BUT I'M HAVING SO MUCH FUN
THAT I WANNA DIE
but after I've gotten tired of this
WHICH IS LIKE NEVER.

DUUUDE.

Oh darling, oh darling, oh darling.

Dahil bading ako meron akong image na ginawa kagabi haha
Sci10, anong klaseng hassle ka? Gusto ko nang matulog. Hindi ko alam kung pano ka aralin kaya ayan, nagpuyat pa ako para sa 'yo.

Pero.
Masaya ako kagabi kaya kapag bumagsak ako sa longtest mo mamaya, WALA AKONG PAKIALAM. Next year na kita seryosong aaralin. 'di nakakatulong na ang boring boring mo. Sabihin ko lang yung pangalan ng klase na 'to inaantok na 'ko.

Okay lang na pumasok ako ng 10am kahapon at wala pala akong kailangan gawin for ACLC at 3pm pa yung klase ko.
Okay lang na pumasok ng dorm nila Jek si Poy nang nakahubad kasi nag-kinky pose naman siya para sa 'kin. Oo, kinky na yung naka-pout siya. Tignan mo, unan lang yung pangtakip.
Okay lang na natulog lang ako sa boys' dorm most of the day. 'di nagalit si Jek na tinake over ko kama niya.
Okay lang na wala akong pera pangdinner kagabi kasi nilibre kami ni Kim!
At saka okay lang na ginamit ni Walter yung salitang ORGASM para idescribe yung saya ko 'pag matanggap ko yung regalo niya kasi hindi nga talaga kaya madescribe yung kasiyahan ko nung natanggap ko na nga.

Kaya okay lang talaga, Sci10. Diyan ka na lang.

Never really mastered disinterest.

I was looking for a cup earlier and since the juice vendo machines were out, I just got coffee and made Walter drink it 'cause the weather wasn't really apt for hot drinks and I just generally don't like coffee.

Hehe. So. While he was finishing the cup, we had a weird conversation:

W: I owe you a lot and I think you'll be very happy this Christmas. I'm sorry for the term but I think magkaka-orgasm ka.
J: ...
W: NAGPAALAM AKO SA TERM. Pero I think magiging ganun ka kasaya.
J: ...

Ohmy. I have such weird friends.
I don't know how excited I should be for Christmas anymore.


(Edit: 1:36am)
Hm. Yesterday was the Christmas party for my DLSU blockmates -- they're graduating soon! It's already their last year (out of a three-year course) and I still have two more years in Ateneo. Wow, it's kind of scary.

I missed them. It's been maybe two years since I saw some of them.
Like Len, still not letting go of my ass. And I mean that as literally as possible, she pinched -- wait, no: GRABBED my ass as a greeting when she saw me. 'wag ka na mainggit, nabawian mo naman kaming lahat sa boobs.

I had fun there, even if I just stayed for a short while. It was too far from my house, travel time's too long. And I had school the following day. Feeling tired even when I just arrived, I knew I'd have to sleep a lengthy while. At hindi ako madalas sa mga inuman na ganito, yung school night.

Cue Buh when I told him about it earlier: LAKAAAAS, UMIINOM NANG SCHOOL NIGHT.
Excuse me. Umuwi ako ng maaga, 'di man lang ako tinamaan hahahaha

So. Yun.
LR39 (and friends), 107: Merry Christmas! I love you guys. Kahit na-OP ako sa mga kuwentuhan niyong tungkol sa mga prof niyong hindi ko na kilala, masaya pa rin yung oras na nakasama ko kayo. Salamat at buhay pa yung hirit na The Giving Tree hahahaha

Isa pa!

Seemingly intangible.

MATULOG NAMAN AKO.
So my awful sleeping habits are back again. I was sick last night, I have no idea why. I just remember walking a lot last night and then when I got home, yun na.


Edwin Jason Escueta: may sakit e ok ka naman kanina?
Ma. Jessica Ona: Oo nga, eh
Ma. Jessica Ona: Sobrang sinisipon ako ngayon
Ma. Jessica Ona: kanina pa ako bumabahing
Ma. Jessica Ona: tas nilalagnat ako kanina
Ma. Jessica Ona: medyo
Edwin Jason Escueta: crap
Edwin Jason Escueta: mag gamot ka na ngayon
Edwin Jason Escueta: para bukas ok na sana
Ma. Jessica Ona: guh kelangan ko ng tubig
Ma. Jessica Ona: kaso
Ma. Jessica Ona: natatakot ako hahahaha
Edwin Jason Escueta:
Ma. Jessica Ona: See! Hindi mo na ako kailangan takutin kasi takot na talaga ako!
Ma. Jessica Ona:
Ma. Jessica Ona: 'wag mo na ireinforce
Ma. Jessica Ona:
Edwin Jason Escueta: fine cat
Ma. Jessica Ona: SCARDEY CAT HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Ma. Jessica Ona: okay
Ma. Jessica Ona:
Edwin Jason Escueta:
Ma. Jessica Ona: SCAREDY*
Ma. Jessica Ona: mali pa spelling
Ma. Jessica Ona: HAHAHAHAHA AYOKO NA MAGMEMORIZE
Edwin Jason Escueta: tulog mo na yan pusa ka
Ma. Jessica Ona: Ireresearch ko muna yung paintings
Ma. Jessica Ona: tas isesave ko kay Lennon
Ma. Jessica Ona: tas sa school na 'ko magaaral.
Edwin Jason Escueta: oo nga
Edwin Jason Escueta: good job

AWW one of the few times this humongo bear is nice to me.
Plus bonus hirit coming from the bobcat :|


I would write a longer entry but I feel really sick and I need warm water to shower. Mawawalan daw ng kuryente ng 9:30am, oy.

Heads up, damage control!

Hm. Okay, fine. I should post something that makes sense.

I'm on Christmas break mode now.
I spent the whole day just slacking off -- unless it's considered productive to be learning songs on the guitar by ear. You know that feeling of lost momentum?

Like when you're running full speed toward something and then you had to stop. When you have to start again, it's so hard to pick up speed. That's what I'm feeling right now: it's so hard to pick up from where we left off. Last weekend was so stressful and then it just came to a halt today. Not that I'm not thankful for the break but it was so sudden -- now I'm back to lazy. It's actually one of those times that I wish I was a plant so I could just lie down somewhere and get my energy from the sun. And when I get thirsty, someone gets me water.

And since I did nothing today, I feel extra not tired.
I accidentally relearned my bad sleeping habits. I'm glad it's not as worse as before: I used to sleep at around 3am the earliest but still ALWAYS wake up at 7am. No matter what time I slept then, I wake up at 7am. It's kind of a neat trick when you think about it -- less hassle in the morning, no rushing to school and complaining about the 5mins of extra time to sleep that supposedly hasn't been fulfilled yet.


Oy vey. Pumunta nga pala kami (Andrea, Filbert, Jowl) sa bahay ng isa naming orgmate, si Hart.
Naghahanap pa kami ng venue para sa Christmas party namin. Okay lang, productive naman pero nag-Rockband lang din kami pagkatapos ng mga trenta minutos na pag-ikot haha Kainis nagla-lag yung mga instruments. Oo, kasi nga magaling akong mag-Rockband. Hindi ako nagkakamali. Ever. God ako.

Speak the rhythm all alone, Spoonman.

Yes, I made an entry just to post this. I think I may be racist haha

Ohdear. Roz, uwi ka na! I miss you and your hanky panky tactics. You sly pedophile you.

Or wait, hindi ko alam kung hindi rin marunong mag-L yung mga Koreans. Pero parepareho lang namang Intsik sa 'kin yung mga singkit, ohwell.

Roselle Manlangit: ROFL baka invi
Roselle Manlangit: kunwari nalang

Roselle Manlangit: you're leaving him an offline message
Ma. Jessica Ona: WEH
Ma. Jessica Ona:
Ma. Jessica Ona: TACTICS MO

If I come off as a racist, please don't take it seriously.

I don't hate (:

It's the most wonderful time of the year

to ask for things! Haha!

As you know (or not), I have a fixation on sneakers. More specifically, the Chuck Taylor ones. I don't like wearing shoes -- so much that if I could walk barefoot without dirtying my feet, I would. But then, I must. I don't like the feeling of dirty feet.

So here, my top three wants. If I had enough money to buy these shoes, and just these shoes, I would. If I'd go bankrupt, I still would. But I don't think I have enough to buy even just one pair of the ones below -- my current money (plus Christmas money) is reserved for something else. Oo, luho na naman haha! At least wala akong hinihingan ng pera para sa iba kong mga luho.


Hello friends. 4 1/2 ako sa Chucks. That's already in order of preference.



Oh, and by the way.
I've finally decided to use my Flickr account. I've had it since August and never touched it haha I don't like blank spaces so I've uploaded a couple of photos already: http://flickr.com/jekiii
It's going to be of choice photos. By choice photos I mean photos I'm never going to be insecure about regarding aesthetics -- I'm posting them just because I like them.

Thanks Wylengco for reminding me haha yihee plug.
Ang unique ng surname mo, ang boring ng akin. Napagkakamalan pa akong Hapon.

(Mukha ba akong Hapon? :\)

I will keep you in the corner of my eye.

Ohwow, I kind of forgot about this blog for a while.
And so here I am, back and fat as ever! Not that I'm complaining, I'm very happy eating to my heart's (and stomach's) content. I remember one of our lessons in Histo (oh, how I loathe thee): fat women were regarded as beautiful. Not because they were easy on the eyes, but it shows their wealth and capability -- they get to eat a lot and never get thin by working a sweat.

But enough about school, this blog is supposed to take me away from all that stress!
And speaking of stress, let me rant: I've promised that I would step up in my org (ACLC) this year and I think I'm doing fine taking all the responsibilities but God, I think I've taken too many. Or maybe I'm just overwhelmed? Both core teams (one for our Christmas Party, another for the Basic Needs Sale) have just started their planning and both have deadlines soon. Add majors requirements, all those papers, and required readings to the mix and we have a fiesta!

I can do this!
I think I've also taken both jobs for my majors, I have to put some artsy fartsy work in there somehow. All my achievements were taken from the backs of the medals I've gotten from football. Those won't land me a job under Fine Arts :\

I have to keep working on my portfolio. This track is very competitive, since I'm not rich. I'm well-off but hell, those I compete with in the business are those who can afford all those state-of-the-art gadgets and with all those connections rich people naturally attract. It's really unfair because I guess pure talent can't get you everywhere, eh? And the rich people get even more richer 'cause it's naturally easier for them. I mean, just get the greatest DSLR in the world, buy those expensive filters, buy a studio, show a contact and it's easy sailing.

We normal people have to work a lot harder. Not that those rich people aren't talented but we have to be a lot more skillful and resourceful since we barely have connections and I guess opportunities don't just open up to us as easily as it does to them.


I hate ranting about this, makes me scared about the future.



Okay happy things, happy things:
1. I'm rereading South of the Border, West of the Sun before I read this new book I bought, A Wild Sheep Chase, by the same author: Haruki Murakami. I'm rereading it because I've realized that I think I've forgotten what it's about.

I'm already in chapter 6. I remember how it goes now but I'm hooked, it's like reading it for the first time. Haruki Murakami is a great writer.

2. December 8, 2009 at 5pm. Attack!

3. Both my 4:30-7:30 classes (FA major and IS elective) declared a freecut this week! I have never been this happy to get a freecut. I'm not sure why but I'm just really, really happy.

4. Nowadays, I feel so *insert emotion that's so.. melancholic that it's embarrassing to even mention in a blog* but right now, I feel like I have everything I need right here, right now. And it makes me content.
It makes me forget about feeling *aforementioned emotion*.

Non-existent.

I guess I'll just pick on what we have left.

OHAIASSHOLE.

You never say that, even if it was meant as a joke.
I'm not sure how that was even a joke, it wasn't even funny at all.

If I get used to just shoving it off, don't be happy. Don't be happy when I finally get used to it because that only means that you've done it so much -- so repetitively that I've become too tired to react to it.



Thank you for defining my first day of school.
Definitely means a lot.

16. Get my driver's license.

DONE TODAY.
I feel very happy and accomplished. I feel like an adult even if I just got a haircut that makes me look 12.

And gravity prevails -- this time it's over.

I miss playing football every single day.
And I always wish I could still play.

Must be the hormones making me say this but it makes me feel so incomplete.

HAHA DRAMA MUCH.
But kidding aside, it's been a big part of my life and for it to be taken away just like that.. crazy for me to allow that to happen for a second time.

And I don't want anymore drama so I'll just end it here haha


Oh.

I promise not to sell your perfumed secrets.

I can't say I'm not materialistic but seriously, I'm usually not. But when I do get materialistic, I tend to lean toward the pricy side of things. For instance, I'd do whatever I can to get my hands on a certain lens I really want to use (that's why I don't really read about lenses that much anymore so when you ask me, I don't really know a lot about the kinds). Case in point: Nikkor Fisheye. Dammit, it costs a TON and I just had to have it. I've been pining for it, saving up mostly 'cause I know it'll be too much for my parents. But lo and behold -- when they went back from their US trip, they bought the lens. Hurrah for me!

So anyway, my dad's friend Tito Romy visited the Philippines not too long ago. His flight is tonight (keep him safe, Lord!) and he stayed his last week here in our house.
He has this close friend who works at Apple so he gets discounts on all the stuff so guess what he does? He gives his iPhone to my dad. Crazy stuff that is. Along with that, he decides to leave his Blackberry and T-Mobile Sidekick here, too.

Soooo. I'm kinda hoping I get one of those phones. I know my dad's going to keep the iPhone, I think he's really amused by its touch screen (plus, my mom and tita bought iPhones for themselves 'cause they were jealous and Tito Romy offered to get them the discounts). I honestly think he's going to tire of it a bit easily -- it's kinda hard to type there, right? My dad's fingers aren't exactly thin haha

Or, maybe I'm hoping he'd tire of it easily and he'd give it to me hahahaha
Ohwell. I just want a new phone. Of my family, I'm the only one who actually has the oldest phone. I switched to a Blackberry before (a 1997 model ohgod) and it died after a few weeks so I went back to my phone previous to that one. Both my brothers have relatively new Nokia music phones, my dad just bought a new phone before getting his iPhone, and my mom has a nice phone already (N97). I want a new phone, too.

Yes, I'm jealous.

Over do it and have a fit!

FINALLY. After hours of waiting, I've finally enlisted my classes. I'm done 18 out of 21 units, which is pretty good for a last batch enlister.

I'm underload by 3 units -- I'm still not enlisted in Hi 165. Actually, the slots for sophomores have all been taken up. You know, that should never happen. They should always have the exact number of slots to accomodate all the students 'cause there's no alternative to this class. Hopefully I get enlisted to that section or it's an 8:30am MWF class for me. I don't want to study History in the morning (and thrice a week) -- I want it to be my last class so I can read up if ever I forgot to haha

Okay, I'm too lazy to write anything anymore haha

Bucket List 2009

I've been trying to complete this list for two days now. I want at LEAST a hundred things on this list, maybe I'll just add more as the days go by. Maybe I'll think of something.

But anyway, here: my bucket list!
I had a bucket list before but I never posted it anywhere so this is my first official posted bucket list. I've done a lot of things I wanted to do before I die so I didn't list it here anymore.

1. Go surfing anywhere!
2. Sing lead in a gig.
3. Go skydiving.
4. Go bungee jumping (preferably at Macau).
5. Go to Italy!
6. Go scuba diving (even if I'm afraid of the ocean when it's deep enough that you can't see the sand anymore).
7. Learn to play the piano (and not just mediocrely).
8. Ride a helicopter.
9. Ride a hot air balloon!
10. Find out how I am drunk.
11. Cook something completely from scratch for someone, all from the top of my head. That someone must like it.
12. Stay up all night on a beach shore (without the high tide eating me up).
13. Get abs (the real deal, not the abs-under-that-inch-of-fat abs).
14. Experience snow!
15. 100 hours of community service within a year (91 hours so far for Ondoy).
16. Get my driver's license.  November 2, 2009
17. Do a straight handstand.
18. Watch FIFA live -- any season, anywhere, finals or hopefully all Italy season games -- and sit on the Italy side.
19. Learn to play jazz on bass.
20. Drive or ride in a Porsche and a Hummer.
21. Drastically change my appearance.
22. Learn how to speak in Bisaya.
23. Meet my soulmate (whether or not I'll marry him/her, just as long as we're weirdly alike).
24. Spend a few days with Pin in New Zealand! (The rest of W can come if they want!)
25. Win the lotto.
26. Take up Architecture and get a degree in it. Pass the board exams and become a licensed Architect.
27. Buy my children their first cars.
28. Watch a good UAAP game on the Ateneo side with Patron seats (and not just because I got sneaked in).
29. Become really good friends with one of the UAAP basketball players (not because he plays basketball and is "popular").
30. Dean's List, with a very convincing QPI.
31. Start a bonfire.
32. Create 5 more shirts.
33. Get paid for printing shirts.
34. Meet Mike Einziger (Incubus) and ask him how to pronounce his last name.
35. Color in a sketch.
36. Learn how to do one breakdance stunt PERFECTLY.
37. Drive in a different country.
38. Get into a new sport.
39. Bake a good batch of cookies from scratch.
40. Learn how to whistle.
41. Adopt a puppy.
42. Adopt a grown dog.
43. Adopt a kitten.
44. Adopt a grown cat.
45. Hear someone play the saxophone live (preferably Archie haha).
46. Play the saxophone (doesn't even have to be good).
47. Learn how to play the harmonica awesomely.

(Last updated: December 19, 2009)

PS. I'm not dying. Or sick.

I can't force these eyes to see the end.

SO HI.
I just moved again for the nth time haha

And how shameless of me, I'm just copying my introduction from LJ, to which I moved to just two days ago (and now I'm forgetting about).

But anyway.
I don't know, tumblr just didn't feel homey enough for a blog (photoblog, blog). I'll probably update the photoblog sometimes, I don't know. We'll see.

I think I just feel that my tumblr's too cluttered with reblogs -- it's really addictive. You don't even know why "liking" the entry isn't enough, you just HAVE to reblog.


An introduction: hello, Blogspot. Please welcome me like a mother welcomes a lost child into her arms.
There, I feel cozy.

I'm basically a very disorganized person. I seriously try to be organized but when I get too tired of being responsible, I start slacking. (Very attractive, I know.) I'm very used to clutter and I lose things on a daily basis. I'm a bit OC with spellings and grammar so if I could, I will edit the internet.

My material shallowness revolves around Nikkor lenses and Chuck Taylor sneakers.
I'd love to have photography as part of my profession and I'll give everything in me to make that happen (although I haven't had a lot of opportunities). As for the sneakers, I hate wearing shoes. If I could go barefoot without dirtying my feet, I would but alas I must settle for the next best thing: flipflops -- not yet sneakers. Why do I love Chucks, then? Well, if I HAVE to wear shoes (ie, dress codes in school grounds) I'd resort to them (I just got a John Varvatoss pair, too hihi).

I believe with all my heart that football is the greatest sport there is.
It's the sport the Philippines should be concentrating on -- not basketball. Basketball is a tall person sport and Filipinos aren't tall. Have you not noticed that the RP Basketball team is full of hybrids? Football's for us fast, committed, little people.
And since we suck and we're not represented in FIFA '10, I say FORZA AZZURI, FORZA ITALIA! My support still fully for Italy.

Music has been my definition for life since I was young.
I can't really expound on that.. oh well.


Oh, actually.
I've been learning new songs to play on the guitar (more Jekiband covers hoho). I haven't been too successful 'cause I just didn't feel like playing most of the songs I have on my iTunes. I think I actually went through most of the songs here, too. I've been skipping songs.

I can't wait to jam again!
(Oh, and I like to write really long entries.)
(And song lyrics usually grace my titles, just so you know I'm not emo.)