<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987</id><updated>2009-12-16T12:32:12.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, right?</title><subtitle type='html'>:)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>400</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-114424095826039974</id><published>2006-04-05T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T20:42:38.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHANGE YOUR LINK, DUDE... 'COZ I ALREADY MOVED!

&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AIKA.TINIG.COM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-114424095826039974?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114424095826039974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114424095826039974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/04/change-your-link-dude.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-114415159509392812</id><published>2006-04-04T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:20:42.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh! I'm so pissed! I didn't see my grade in Kiosk! I travelled all the way to UST to see my grade, but because some password encoding were messed up, I didn't see my grade! Argh! Buti pa &lt;a href="http://www.vonne.tripod.com"&gt;silang&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/~akire_31"&gt;dalawa&lt;/a&gt;, nakita nila yung grade nila. Now, I have to wait for more days! The horror!!! (and to think na kinaladkad ko lang si Bonn kanina!)

Sheyt, kinakabahan ako. Pakiramdam ko, may bagsak ako ngayon.
And I thought I was the most optimistic person I know.

*sign of the cross*
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I can't believe that this time would actually come. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;But yes, ladies and gents, I'm closing down this site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

Well, tecnically, I am not. I an not just gonna post anything anymore in this blogger account. I've been through a lot of thinking and decided to leave my baby (who had been with me for the past two yars). i can't offer you any 'because', but for sure, it is for the better.

Really sad. I am soooo gonna miss Blogger.

Oh yeah, I just got my 30,000th hit. I dunno when. The last time a look at it, it was just 29,000+, then all of a sudden, it was 31,000+ na! E-meyzing!:)

&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;BUT WAIT!&lt;/span&gt;
Of course, I am not gonna leave the blogging world! i BREATH THROUGH BLOGGING!

Yeah, I'm gonna shut this baby up, but I'm giving birth to another one.

Ladies, gents and people in between (Hershey!), From this day on, I will be using Wordpress.

*clap clap*

Ok, I am using wordpress not because everyone is, but because I don't wanna be stucked in blogger-style--layout-editing anymore. I tried Wordpress because the program gave me the challenge my mind needed on-this-most-boring-part-of-the-year. Nakakahilo! Oh, yeah, people might learn to install Wordpress for like, five minutes, but not me. I wanted a decent layout (And I just finalized that yesterday of yesterday), and it was not easy to pull out that one.

If my new site is already up, please read 'about the site' part. I'll be posting there the REAL reason why I decided to switch to Wordpress. (Peace bonn!)

I'm still on the process of fixing broken. The site would be up anytime now. Well, I wanted Bonn to see it first.Go Figure.

Ok. Bye For now. Will be right back very very VERY soon...

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*edited:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;very soon lang pala... change of plans... Something came up. Medyo matatagalan, pero i'll keep the promise of making this my last post. &lt;/span&gt;

Woohoo! lilipat na'ko sa blogger!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-114415159509392812?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114415159509392812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114415159509392812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/04/argh-im-so-pissed-i-didnt-see-my-grade.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-114404491428574188</id><published>2006-04-03T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T14:25:38.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/31233068/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 525px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/pixiestuff/25978870153073l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-114404491428574188?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114404491428574188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114404491428574188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-114374346582365281</id><published>2006-03-31T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T02:54:44.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="photos by yahoo" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/universal_pictures/nanny_mcphee/emma_thompson/nannymcphee2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I heart the rain!

And, I heart &lt;strong&gt;Nanny McPhee&lt;/strong&gt;!
(Sorry Jenny! I was so bored to death that was why i needed to watch a flick! Sorry I couldn't watch the movie with you!)

Din and I watched the movie this afternoon, and the movie was so cool. Although we were surrounded by little kids (coz, well, it is kinda of a kiddy flick), but still, it was a good movie.

It's a story about seven children, a father who runs a funeral parlor, 17 frustrated nannies, and Evangeline. Oh, yeah, and Nanny McPhee too.

Watch the movie if you have time:)

Got this from somewhere I can't remember. Haha! this is so funny! But please do watch this with parental guidance. But of course, if you'll watch this with your parents, I'm sure they won't let you use the internet for a while. Goodluck! Happy watching!
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=" src="http://www.youfunny.com/images/img/f-303.swf" width="450" height="400" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/embed&gt;hmmm...how ignorant of me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-114374346582365281?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114374346582365281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114374346582365281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-heart-rain-and-i-heart-nanny-mcphee.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-114345428219314484</id><published>2006-03-27T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T18:22:24.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You can get your forms and rules for the 2006 CPA for Literature &lt;a href="http://www.viloria.com/secondthoughts/archives/00000994.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Deadline is on the end of April. Well, it is not really my job to translate everything. Please do print out the rules sheet. And if you're kind enough, please do send me a copy. My printer's jammed and i badly need a hard copy of the rules. The rules sheet is my inspiration! *blah*

So, the big question is... am I going to join this year?
(well, the question ain't THAT big)

Most probably no. Or maybe yes.

I'm betting on the 'no'.

&lt;strong&gt;You:&lt;/strong&gt; But why 'no'?
&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Um... why not? hehe *kamot ulo*

Well I've got loads of time to think about it. I don't want to go to Quezon yet, not until the end of April. O yeah, I'm going to Quezon at the 1st days of May! Wooohooo! Beach! I heart the beach! But I'm pretty sad coz I think Tita Lani and kids wouldn't be there. Ah! Ay misses yu Aprhil!!!!!
(and I don't know how to swim)

(this entry is going nowhere)

&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, most probably no.&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;--------------------&lt;/strong&gt;
anywhoo, somthing is wrong with &lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com"&gt;haloscan&lt;/a&gt;. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-114345428219314484?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114345428219314484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114345428219314484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-can-get-your-forms-and-rules-for.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-114320348952309113</id><published>2006-03-24T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T20:31:29.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I NEED A SUMMER JOB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

Vacation Day One: boring...

I'm so bored to death already. That's exactly the reason why I lurve school. It keeps me busy most of the time.

Anyways, anyone wants to give me a job? I badly need a job this summer so as not to bore myself, or at least, my life to be uberly productive.

Well, I can do a LOT of things. I can sleep 12 hours a day, I can cook an undercooked meal, I can brush my teeth with my eyes closed, and I can count from 1 to 100 standing. Cool ei? I sure can do a LOT of things! Sometimes, I even amaze myself.

Well, I'm already 18 and I need some bucks 'coz I'm saving up for a couple of Chucks and the really sublime professional camera I saw at the mall. And a domain. And...

Resume available upon request. Naks. ^_^

No, seriously, anyone who wants to help me out? I promise to be/do good *angelic smile*

I'm currently killing myself by drinking healthy foods and drinks like two bottles of carbonated sodas (going three...) and a huge pack of junk food. KEWLNEZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-114320348952309113?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114320348952309113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114320348952309113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-need-summer-job.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-114303616984839889</id><published>2006-03-22T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T01:30:45.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone suddenly decided to shift courses.

Boo...

*note. Oo. This post is for someone really dear to me who decided to shift courses. itago nalnag natin siya sa pangalang hershey*

Two years ago, I was in a middle of a see-saw, weighing the course I MUST take up. I remember oh-so-clearly the way my mom talked to me "S&lt;em&gt;igurado ka na ba sa course mo? Baka mamaya, magsawa ka. Ayaw ko nung pa shift-shift ka pa, mahihirapan ka lang&lt;/em&gt;"

My dad was the one who went with me during my confirmation in UST. I remember too how much he didn't want me to take up journ, but not in a very obvious way. He told me "&lt;em&gt;ano ba yang course mo? ano namang trabaho makukuha mo dyan&lt;/em&gt;? Dapat nag nursing ka nalang eh" Sure. I'll take up nursing. But I have a problem. I. Hate. Blood.

So why did I took up journ? Because writing is the only thing I know I can do. I mean, in highschool, writers were really not that 'recognized' and we didn't have a journalism class. So &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; everything i knew about writing when I was still in highschool, I learned &lt;a href="http://www.tinig.com"&gt;somewhere else&lt;/a&gt;.(and I am so damn thankful about that)

I was literally a struggling writer. Just like how I learned how to play the guitar, I studied all by myself. Well, they say that the best way for me to grow as a person is to surround myself with people smarter that I am. And I did. Online.

I met a lot of people. I read a lot of articles and blogs and forum posts and &lt;em&gt;what-have-yous&lt;/em&gt;. And through these, I learned. I learned how people write, think and... um... think.

And because of the thirst for knowledge about writing, and love for literature, i took up journalism.

(but silly silly aika, why didn't you take up lit?)

(and now, children, that was the history why i took up journalism. as if you care)

&lt;strong&gt;Ok. WHAT IF I AM NOT TAKING UP JOURNALISM? WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN MY COURSE?&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;#1 Literature&lt;/strong&gt;
So there. If I am not talking up journ, I would still be in AB anyway. Oh, i don't know if I'll pass Lit in UST, but maybe if I am aware that time that Literature is an existing course(loser ako!), I would probably choose it over journ. But I learned to love journ in the process. You would never know how much chaos it would bring you to be a grammar freak. You would never know, unless of course, if you're a journ major.

&lt;strong&gt;#2 Malikhaing Pagsulat sa Filipino&lt;/strong&gt;
But I didn't pass. So I think God didn't want be to be there. Or I simple suck.

&lt;strong&gt;#3 Business-related Courses&lt;/strong&gt;
I wanted to be rich too, you know. I chose this one for my parents. I told myself that I needed a back-up if I wanted a last-minute change.

&lt;strong&gt;#4 EcE&lt;/strong&gt;
Well, I came from a family of engineers, so, wala lang. Plus, someone actually told me that ECE grads earn lots of bucks.

&lt;strong&gt;#5 HRM&lt;/strong&gt;
Well, I love to cook a lot. I was supposed to take this up, but HRM in UST have all-white unifs. Hate that.

&lt;strong&gt;#6 Conservatory of Music&lt;/strong&gt;
San ka pa?! AND&lt;strong&gt; I&lt;/strong&gt; ACTUALLY DREAMT OF GOING IN A CONSERVATORY? BOOYAH!

&lt;strong&gt;#7 LegMa&lt;/strong&gt;
Because it is somekindofa pre-law course (but i am not interested in taking up law in the future anyways) and if someone who would not want to take up law in the future could start up their own business (i think. that was what's written in the course description something something). PLUS, i knew someone who took up LegMa, and he is a journalist. so there. Hitting three birds in one stone.

But guess what. I took up Journalism instead.

I enrolled in AB

I enrolled in Journ

and I am going to graduate in AB

I AM GOING TO FINISH JOURN.

'nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-114303616984839889?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114303616984839889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114303616984839889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/everyone-suddenly-decided-to-shift.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-114284708441948219</id><published>2006-03-20T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T17:31:24.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Araw ko ngayon *grin*

This is short and sweet. Na touch lang ako sa professor ko. I can't believe that someone would actually say something like that to me.

Ano yun? Um, ok lang, magyayabang ulit ako ng konti? Last na 'to, promise. It's about my last paper in my journ class. Well, technically it was my first paper in that subject, but it was only returned to us today, so it was the last paper that I got. Get it? Got it? Good ^_^

Anyways,  this is the sugarrycoooveredswweeettnessss part. It is so pathetic, but hey! Mababaw lang ang kaligayahan ko!

So, our 1st paper was about, um, anything. Freestyle.  choose your own topic. So, I wrote something about being a frustrated writer and all. Something like that.

So a paragraph goes something like this:
" &lt;em&gt;They say that awards and recognitions are not enought to define a person. I believe otherwise. It mat sound patheic, but I always dreamt of taking home one of those writing awards. This was one of the few things that I wanted to do before i die: to win a Palanca &lt;strong&gt;or &lt;/strong&gt;an USTetika.&lt;/em&gt; "

Then at the end of the paragraph, he wrote: &lt;strong&gt;I think you'll do.&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Booyah! Booyah! ^______^

*for the record, I've got some major writer's block today.

How Ironic.

(please don't look up to me as if i am the greatest writer that you have ever read, because i tell you, i am not even a million miles closer. I. AM. STILL. A. SORE. LOSER. My stuff are not published in Dapitan, remember?)

Naalala ko lang... DI NGA PALA NAPUBLISH ANG GAWA KO SA DAPITAN! WAHAHA! ANG LOSER KO! ANG LOSER KO!

Ok,. so much for that. I've got to study pa for a finals.

Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-114284708441948219?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114284708441948219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114284708441948219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/araw-ko-ngayon-grin-this-is-short-and.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-114251445160108358</id><published>2006-03-16T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T21:36:13.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. I've got two Salonpas patched in my body. I would love to put more, but I might look like a walking Salonpas stickboard. My head hurts like hell. I almost missed studying for a finals today(good thing I did). I even almost missed a final test this morning (good thing I didn't). I think my bed missed me so much. My hair's a complete mess. The liquid eye liner is still in my eyes and I have no idea how to take it off.

&lt;strong&gt;But yet, I am so damn happy.&lt;/strong&gt;

Why?

Our play production was a success!!!

OMG! You should have seen the play. I know, it was FAR from perfect, but thank GOD, there was no major major mistake and the feedbacks were pretty good. Well, not really really REALLY pretty good. pretty good lang.

I woke up today feeling really really tired and my whole body was in pain. I needed to go really early so as not to miss my finals in Sociology. It sucked to leave my bed. :(

We did our final practice during our English time, and to tell you the truth, I thought we were going to mess things up.

Then, Mr. Garcia, our Stat prof, was kind enough to give us some time to prepare, so they put on me "some" make-up and Hershey, our director slash katulong was too mature to pretend that my face was a coloring book*sarcastic tone*. So if my make-up looked horrible, please hunt down Ms. Homol. If you honestly believe that it was cool, blame Jewel :)

Thanks to Aaron, my backache was ended. That dude got some talent. Galing mag masahe! Aaron, may future ka na! ^_^

Then after that relaxing massage, I was on the mood for some acting
:)

Then, 1:00.

In case you didn't notice, but actually I have a HUGE stage fright. Is was not supposed to act, really, but Mark told me to act... and they told me to sing... and to do some guitars... and to dance. &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; was half of the musical, practically. The original plan was, I was ONLY supposed to be a Stage Manager, but maybe after that so-called acting workshop(waha! I heart that workshop!) that we did way way back, they decided to appoint me as the Stage Manager AND one of the actors. kewl. I accepted it anyway coz I thought that no one would watch the play. But I was wrong. Dead wrong.

Anyways, I personally, would be happy enough to see the auditorium half filled. But alas! Much to our suprise, there were a lot of people. I MEAN A LOT OF PEOPLE! Before the show started, someone told me that we were jam-packed, and I was like " Hala! Hindi nga?" then, just like that, I was frightened by the stage again.

&lt;img alt="we were doing our theyng" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/pixiestuff/aikz.jpg" align="left" border="2" /&gt;I made a couple of mistakes, but eventually, only those who knew the script noticed. There were a lot of minor mistakes, some forgotten lines, and some jokes that didn't work out. But anywhoo, based from what I heard, the crowd loved it! Booyah!

This is one of the best experiences I have. I mean, working with my classmates THAT intense. Working with these smart, young(except hershey and ralph), free-spirited, talented people. We were going home at 9:00 in the evening, and personally, I think it was ALL WORTH IT. &lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;ltimate &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;onding &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;xperience!

Oh, before I forgot... and lupit ni &lt;strong&gt;kuya violin player! &lt;/strong&gt;Thanks for helping us out. Sorry, I didn't catch his name... but sobrang lupit nya. He made the Arianne-Jaypee scene so romantic! Oh, and you too, Paolo(he was the guitarist). pinaka malupit yung naghahawak ng mic ni Paolo sa backstage! - ehem, ako yun ^_^

(after hearing - di ko kasi napanood- kuya violin player play, I think I was destined to be with a violin player. I wish Dennis Trillo knows how to play the violin *wink*)

Thanks sa lahat ng nanood! Mel and his class, sina Francis and Miguel and their class(?), Marvin, and BONN!!(who was the only one with a reserved seat!)

Thanks a bunch, guys! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-114251445160108358?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114251445160108358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114251445160108358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-114226457358037033</id><published>2006-03-13T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:03:26.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;An open letter&lt;/strong&gt; (wala syang connection sa mga nangyayari sa room)

I didn't know exactly what happened. It just- you know- happened. And I have NO IDEA why, how, why. NO IDEA. Get the picture?

One moment, I was placing smilies on my text messages and -boom- I was asking myself - what happened?

I have no idea why you got so angry and irritated with me. I mean, there I was, going on with my life, minding my own bussiness, then out of nowhere, you texted me, then you asked me something that I refuse to answer - WHICH IS TOTALLY INCLUDED IN MY RIGHT AS A HUMAN BEING - then you got mad.

just like that

just like that

JUST F*cking LIKE THAT.

Now, if you (still) consider me as a friend. So be it.

But for the record, I just want to tell you that you have no idea how much you hurt me. And you are not even my boyfriend. I was so emotionally unstabled that night, the night when you suddenly felt really mad at me without unclear reasons, that I don't know what to feel, how to feel it and why to actually feel it. I was crying even thought I wanted everything to stop. It was horrible.

And you are not even my boyfriend. you are not even a family. Worst.... you are not even hershey!(aylabhegurlfwend!)

I already said this to you before, and I'm saying this again, for the last time

I don't wanna lose you

Not now

Not like this

Not you.

BUT IF YOU INSIST THAT MUCH, THEN THE LAST WORDS WERE ALREADY SPOKEN.
The last actions were alredy done.

Goodbye. ^_^

'nuff said
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SO MUCH FOR THAT NON-SENSE

I guess I'm just plain tired. Tired as hell.

You see, we have this play production for our OralCom class. And I'M ACTING!!! YEAH!!!! I'm ACTING!!! As in, I'm one of the stage actors. I am also the play's stage manager so... I'm tired as hell.

So, anyone who wants to see me ridicule myself, please do watch our PlayProd (see advertisment below).

Sige na! I Have this really really weird surprise for you guys. I'll do something really silly that I KNOW you'll denounce me as a friend after watching the show.
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Aww, it was our last PE today. And we had two games today, and...yeah, baby,yeah... we are unbeatable! &lt;strong&gt;GO READ TEAM GO!&lt;/strong&gt;

(for the record, the guys on the team were the ones who were REALLY playing and we were playing our own game - habulang bola...sa mata. go figure)

Ok, so we were 10 in the team, Bangge, Dale, Jen, Joyce and I plus Marvin, plus ate Ice, plus Miguel and Francis.Yeah, do your math, I only said nine. The 10th member was Rea.

I was open naman to the idea, especially in my blog, that the two guys (Miguel and Francis) really get into my nerves since last sem basketball thingy.

Tapos kanina, aliw! As in we were exchanging jokes, and I remeber this one joke that got me really laughing. ^_^

Tapos natatawa pa ako kay Miguel, we were actually playing na! As in the clock was ticking and the ball was on the court and he was putting this SO MUCH EFFORT to tell me a particular joke. As in: *takbo takbo* eto ma isang joke * takbo takbo* teka lang *play game* * hinto* eto yung joke ko*takbo takbo* teka lang... get the picture?

Come to think of it, he never really got the chance to finish his joke. Poor guy.

Hmm... I wonder who would win between Miguel and Aaron when it comes to ka - A.D.H.D.-han....hmmm.... I guess we'll never know.

First impression SHOULD never last.
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Because of this pretty-fun-but-absolutely-tiring practices, I went home at around 9:30pm tonight. Meaning, I was at the university for 14
hours (except for my 30 minutes break coz I have to change uniforms for my PE class).

&lt;p&gt;And I soooo love staying there &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; late. Nakasalubong ko si it-took-me-1-year-to-find-him-in-friendster guy! I was not suprised to see him, but to actually be &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; close to him (masikip kasi yung daan), haha! I was talking "Anak ng boogie! san na ba nagpunta sina Jenny!" then *tingin dude sa harap* *it was him* &lt;em&gt;kilig kilig. &lt;/em&gt;Oh well.
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PAANO MALILIGTAS ANG KALULUWA MO 101a (PLAG! FAKI VASA!)&lt;/span&gt;
a. kumuha ng lawyer na kumukha ni J.Lu - Jackie Lu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;b. never ever steal your classmate's fucking gameboy! &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;c. ulitin ang dukkhanirodhagaminipratipat ng sampung beses sa loob ng 10 segundo. &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;d. pagkatapos ay sumayaw ng crazy frog dance. &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;e. kapag kamukha ng kalabang partida ang vocalist ng join d club, MANGAMBA KA NA!!! &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;f. don't DRINK-DRIVE-AND-EAT-PEANUT- BUTTER &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;g. manuood ng "SALVATION FOR DUMMIES", isang napakalupit na play production ng 2JRN1 na isang action-slash-drama-slash-suspense-slash-comedy-slash-musical-slash-varietyshow-slash-sports-slash-entertainmentgalore-slash-horror-slash-news program. Sobrang lupit nito na kahit si JK Rowling eh manunuod!!! &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Kelan: MARCH 16, 2006 &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Anong time: 1-2:30p.m. &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Saan: Sa UST &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Saan don? sa ST. RAYMUNDS BUILDING (AB/Commerce), &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Saan doon part 2: sa RIZAL AUDITORIUM. &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Anong kailangang gawin: PUMALAKPAK/ PAG MAY NAGTANONG, SABIHING NAGANDAHAN KAYO SA PALABAS. &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;ayun lang &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;^_^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-114226457358037033?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114226457358037033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114226457358037033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/open-letter-wala-syang-connection-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-114200037777080651</id><published>2006-03-10T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T22:42:30.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow! I just got home from a trip to Calamba-slash-Lecheria-slash-Intramuros. It was onehellofatrip.

First of all, because God himself wanted us to go through this trip. I am not using his name in vain, but if you'll get through to what we had, you'll have all the confidence in the world to say that your God loves you so much.

Because we don't want to pay 600+ bucks for the Rizal Cource trip, we decided to drop the tour guide and go there on our own. Our president-slash-katulong-slash-selfappointingtourguide wanted us to spend less, so we paid 300+ bucks. 600 - tourguide = 300+bucks

Or so we thought

We didn't know that WE are the ones to run the papers and stuff. It turned out that included in the 6oo+, the tour company will handle the paperworks. Demmet. I AM willing to pay for the 600, in that matter.

Why?

Because I was among those who have to carry the burden of hunting down people I barely knew for their oh-so-gold-like signitures. And it wasn't easy since we didn't know what to do and - for lack of better terms - pinagpasa-pasahan kami! Yun lang yun.

We started hunting down people last week, Tuesday, i think. And we just finished it all up yesterday. I'm so glad my God really loves me so much!

Second, HERE WAS THE TRIP. You decide
(hover over the pix for descriptions)

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&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="480" alt="look up!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/pixiestuff/rizaltrip/aix831.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="480" alt="ang ganda ko!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/pixiestuff/rizaltrip/aix818.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;


&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 242px" height="242" alt="sabik sa kamera" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/pixiestuff/rizaltrip/aix797.jpg" width="640" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="480" alt="journ minus arianne and marc and val" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/pixiestuff/rizaltrip/aix804.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 241px" height="480" alt="takbo lang! takbo!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/pixiestuff/rizaltrip/aix811.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 241px" height="241" alt="bundok" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/pixiestuff/rizaltrip/aix817.jpg" width="640" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 241px" height="480" alt="bestfriend manong driver" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/pixiestuff/rizaltrip/aix821.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 242px" height="480" alt="laguna" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/pixiestuff/rizaltrip/aix815.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 241px" height="480" alt="paborito naming gawin sa bus - piktyur!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/pixiestuff/g4suLeT.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 241px" height="480" alt="hari ng angas" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/pixiestuff/rizaltrip/aix829.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 242px" height="480" alt="malupit na view#1" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/pixiestuff/aix838.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 242px" height="480" alt="malupit na view#2" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v356/pixiestuff/aix837.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks to our tour guide, HERSHEY HOMOL. Malupit na tour guide. Who would have thought that the girl who said that Lipa is in Bulacan knows Fort Santiago that much? Oh, it was the brochures. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-114200037777080651?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114200037777080651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114200037777080651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/wow-i-just-got-home-from-trip-to.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-114173683601536301</id><published>2006-03-07T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T17:14:48.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An Open letter #1
(COOLNESS. AKALAIN MONG BABALIK PARA SAYO LAHAT NG MESSAGES NA PARA KAY RALPH)

YOU SAID:
kawawa ka nman...
kung nwwlan ka ng friends..
hindi ko kaslnan un.. tgnan mo kya sarili mo.. lalo na ung ugali mo, baka sakali mas makilala mo ung
totoong ikaw.. kung bakit nangyayari yan sau..
KAWAWA KA..
(IN CASE YOU DIDN'T NOTICE, IKAW DIN EH, NAWALAN KA DIN NG FRIEND/S. TIGNAN MO DIN YUNG SARILI MO. YOU KNOW, HINDI ITO YUNG UNANG BESES NA SUMAMA ANG LOOB NAMIN SAYO. AT DAHIL AKALA NAMIN KAIBIGAN KA NAMIN, WE FORGAVE YOU... A LOT OF TIMES. PINAG TYAGAAN KA NAMIN COZ WE THOUGHT THERE WAS SOMETHING GOOD IN YOU NA HINDI NAMIN NAKITA BEFORE. WE TRIED TO OVERLOOK THRU YOUR NEGATIVE SIDE, PERO ANONG GINAWA MO? NI-TAKE FOR GRANTED MO KAMI. NANGGAMIT KA! GAGUHAN BA 'TO?)

kawawa ka nman.. masydo ka guilty.. kng iniicp mo
na sinisiraan kita sknia.. sorry, pro ngssbi lng ako ng
totoo..
(SA TOTOO LANG DALE, IKAW ANG SUMISIRA SA SARILI MO. LET ME TAKE THAT BACK. MATAGAL MO NA NGA PALANG SINIRA ANG SARILI MO. AT ETO NAMAN KAMI NA MABABAIT NA MGA KAIBIGAN MO NA PILIT KA PARING TINATANGGAP KAHIT NA ILANG BESES MO NA KAMING INIWAN SA ERE DAHIL SA KALANDIAN MO. KALA MO BA HINDI MASAKIT YANG PINAGAGAGAWA MO? DAHIL ALAM MONG MAY MABABALIKAN KA SAMIN, TINATAPAK-TAPAKAN MO NALANG YUNG NARARAMDAMAN NAMIN. AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CALL YOURSELF A TRUE FRIEND. MAY TRUE FRIEND BA NA NANGIIWAN SA ERE AT NANDYAN LANG KUNG ME FAVOR SAYO? BLAH)

i do hope you can still sleep with clean conscience..(I REALLY HOPE SO)
we are being molded to become responsible
journalists and to think you are his friend.. ikaw pa
ang magkakalat ng kung anu-ano about rap..
( ALAM MO NAMAN PALA NA WE ARE MOLDED TO BECOME RESPONSIBLE JOURNALISTS EH. THE NERVE PARA SABIHIN MO 'TO KAY RALPH. THE NERVE)

by the way.. he has been my friend since the start of
our colej days..

i do have a clean conscience nd i know that there is
nothing wrong in telling rap what he's (HIS!) so-called friend
is telling the rest of the world..

adios!
( NGAYON BA, MAY MALINIS NA KA PARIN NA KONSENYSA NA SABIHIN NA KINONFERM NG SO-CALLED FRIEND MO -UM, AKO YUN - ANG MGA KALOKOHAN MO. F*CK. NAPAKALAKI MONG SINUNGALING. NANGGAMIT KA PA NG IBANG TAO PARA LINISIN ANG SUPER DUPER UBER RUMI MONG PANGALAN. F*CK )

(PARA KAY RAP: WAG KA MAGTITIWALA SA MGA TAONG KATULAD NYAN. NALOKO NYA NA AKO. NALOKO NYA NA SI JENNY. NALOKO NYA NA ANG KARAMIHAN SA MGA KAIBIGAN NYA. PROVEN AND TESTED NA HINDI MAPAGKAKATIWALAAN YANG TAONG YAN.

AT BAKA MAGULAT KA KUNG SASABIHIN KO SAYO KUNG SINO TALAGA ANG NAG CONFIRM KAY JENNY. *evil grin*

LABASAN BA NG BAHO 'TO? TOTOONG BAHO?

BRING IT ON.

KILALA MO AKO DALE. HINDI AKO NAGSASALITA KUNG AYAW MO AKONG MAGSALITA. HINDI AKO NAGSPI-SPILL. BUT DON'T EVER EVER EVER PUSH ME TO MY LIMIT.

SAYANG. SAYANG TALAGA YUNG TIWALANG BINIGAY MO SAKIN AT BINIGAY KO SAYO. SAYANG. YOU DID ALL THAT FOR YOU OWN SAKE? STUPID JERK.

* FOR THE RECORD: SA LAHAT NG MGA NAKAUSAP NI SHAKE KANINA, HINDI KO KINONFERM. IN FACT. POST-ENGLISH SLASH PRE-STAT TIME NUNG NAGUUSAP KAMI NINA JENNY SA LIKOD AT PILIT NAMING SINASABI SA KANYA NA HINDI YUNG KAY RAP ISSUE YUNG SINASABI NYANG KONONFERM NI RALPH. YUNG SINASABI NYANG MOMENT NA KONONFERM NI JENNY NA SI RALPH ANG NAGSABI, IBANG BAGAY YUN. HINDI KONEKTADO KAY RAP. I DUNNO KUNG NA MIS INTERPRET NI DALE, PERO AKALAIN MONG LUMAKI TO NG GANITO.


AND TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH, I 'WAS' WILL TO STAND UP FOR YOU! NOT UNTIL NAGSINUNGALING KA AT GINAMIT MO PA ANG PANGALAN KO.

SOBRANG MAHAL KO SI RALPH AT MAHAL DIN KITA KAYA AYAW KONG MAG-AWAY KAYO. KAYA NGA KAHIT ALAM KONG DYAHE NA KINAKAUSAP KITA, GINAGAWA KO PARIN DAHIL HANGGAT MAAARI, GUSTO KONG MAGING OBJECTIVE DAHIL KAIBIGAN KO KAYONG DALAWA.

SINAYANG MO LANG LAHAT YUN.

I THEREFORE CONCLUDE: I PITY YOU.

I'M TRYING TO KEEP AN OPEN HEART. AMININ MO LANG ANG PAGKAKAMALI MO SA LAHAT NG AFFECTED. MAG SORRY KA LANG KAY RALPH. OK NA SAKIN YUN.)
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Open letter #2

Don't you know that all we need to end one of our problems is your freakin single signiture. Why on earth would it take your forever to affix that one bloody freaking signiture?! WHY????

Arggg
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Open letter #3

Thanks kanina. My head was really killing me and i so hate it to leave you alone with the paper stuff. I know you understand naman. I though I was going to die. Hehe. But I just cannot die yet kasi di pa natutuloy kasal namin ni Dennis. ^_^
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Open letter #4(Dennis Trillo)

You are so hotness! haha!^_^ wedding natin ah! haha! ^_^
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&lt;em&gt;wp updated!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-114173683601536301?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114173683601536301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114173683601536301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/open-letter-1-coolness.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-114154003477559139</id><published>2006-03-05T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T14:33:59.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="queens" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2487/290/320/queenfemina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah: Ze Muzical&lt;/strong&gt; was soooo cool! You guys should really watch it (if ever the CCP do a re-run). &lt;p&gt;Kudos to the makers of the play!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The show ran for approx three hours. But it was all worth it. At first, I thought that it would be pretty boring because, well, it was a musical. And the last time I watched a musical, I was bored to death. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The play was far from boring. The character of Didi really brightened up the whole play ( I don't know the name of the person who played the part. But he was e-mey-zing)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am not gonna tell you the whole experience, but I just hope that you'll watch the show if given the chance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the show, the casts were waiting outside &lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="focus on the face, people. FOCUS ON THE FACE!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2487/290/320/zsa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;for some photo-op. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the top is a photo with ZsaZsa Zaturnnah's hot-slash-english-speaking nemesis &lt;strong&gt;Queen Femina Suarestellar Baroux&lt;/strong&gt;. Um.. try reading the name 10 times really fast. And &lt;em&gt;"It's ba-ru, darling, not ba-ruks"&lt;/em&gt; . Hmmm.... she looks a lot like Agot Isidro no? (that is because she IS Agot Isidro, dummy)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another pix is with &lt;strong&gt;Ada&lt;/strong&gt; and the zuperhero &lt;strong&gt;Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah.&lt;/strong&gt; Ada? Lucky lad. He was given the chance to semi-kissed &lt;strong&gt;Dodong&lt;/strong&gt;, the leading man, who is - for lack of better terms - &lt;strong&gt;HOTNESS&lt;/strong&gt;. And oh, ZsaZsa looks a lot like, yeah, you guess it right! Eula Valdez!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-114154003477559139?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114154003477559139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114154003477559139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/03/zsa-zsa-zaturnnah-ze-muzical-was-soooo.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-114113608588438325</id><published>2006-02-28T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T17:28:57.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*dagdagdagdagdagdag*

Hey you! You know what makes soon-to-be-*crossedfinger* journalists angry-slash-paranoid?

Yeah. Slashing them their right to free speech. Taking away from people the right to assembly. Threatening mass media. DICTATING people what to do. Using people's law against the people. That's crap. That's bull.

Duh.

What a very boring thing to do. "Yadah yadah... I'm bored. I'm going to Proclaim 1017 to shut people up today. Oh, is that my ice cream?"

Now tell me, how the hell would media perform their task if their moves are watched? How could the media freaking tell people the truth if the truth is freaking forbidden in this DEMOCRATIC country? Aber? Aber? Aber?

And you really really believe that you're shutting everyone up now that you know that you have that freaking proclamation to back you up? Guess again. You're just turning the flame on... MORE! (parang ang labo nun ah... basta! you get the point!)

Let's just pretend that Filipinos are really hard headed. Think dude, think!

I am a journalism student and I tried so hard not to take side all these time. But to quote unquote a fellow journalism student who quoted unquoted a prof... ah! I forgot the quote. Jenny, help me on this.

It tells us that a journalist should never take side no matter what. But in this case, hmmm... grrrr.... GRRRR....
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Ok. So I'm not suppose to blog this so as not to disappoint myself or the people involved, but we are all gonna be disappointed sooner or later anyways *wink*

So.So. My friends are, um, for lack of better term, &lt;strong&gt;FORCING&lt;/strong&gt; me to join the &lt;strong&gt;Teen Edition of Pinoy Big Brother&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, people. I am still qualified.

The very first time I saw the ad, I told my mom I wanna join. But she told me hindi pwede kasi daw nagaaral ako. So be it. Anyways, education should be the most important priority of my life. Next to boys. Kidding! ^_^

So. So. Then &lt;a href="http://bonbonito.blogspot.com"&gt;Bonn&lt;/a&gt; texted me "&lt;em&gt;Aika, Sali tayo sa PBB!&lt;/em&gt;" then I replied with a dramatic "&lt;em&gt;Yup, nagpaalam nako sa mom ko. Di daw pwede kasi nagaaral ako"&lt;/em&gt; then he replied "s&lt;em&gt;abihin mo, bakasyon naman eh",&lt;/em&gt; which didn't really registered in my head coz i was so sleepy then.

&gt;&gt; a few days later &gt;&gt;

Jen was/is/will be telling me to join the PBB! It was crazy! You should have seen her this morning when she was telling the whole class to watch the PBB:Teen Edition this summer because I will be there! It was hilarious. Jenny, as if naman matatanggap ako dun.

Tapos ginatungan pa ng G-Force. They really want me to join the so-called teleserye ng totoong buhay. They told me that I would surely stand out because I'm different ( I guess that was a less-harsh term for weird). Nakakahiya talaga!

Then, G Force told me pa nga na sasamahan nila ako sa audition. Guess for what reason. Para daw makita nila si Direk! Salamat. Napakabait nyong mga kaibigan.

Anyways, pinayagan na ako ng mom ko, since bakasyon nga.

Ang kulit, papatulan ko talaga 'to?

Oh, another thing. OFFICIALLY, JENNY IS MY REAL-slash-WALANG HALONG BIRO MANAGER. As in. As in times two. She is serious. So serious that she made Dale to write an ACTUAL contract.

After our second class, Dale gave something to Jenny and I knew that it was an on-the-spot-contract-written-on-a-yellow-pad since writing such already became a hobby.

Then I looked at the yellow pad. To my surprise, my name was on it. There was like... "&lt;em&gt;I, Jamaica Jane J. Pascual agrees to take Jenny Lei Ravelo as my manager from the very beginning of Pinoy Big Brother Teen Edition to the last day the show's 3rd season&lt;/em&gt;" or something like that!

Take note: There where three other names under jenny and mine. Mga witnesses. Dale, Joyce,Vangge. At pumirma naman ang tatlo.

Nakakatawa talaga. I was like "Huh? Ano 'to? bat di ko alam 'to?"

Ang the catch was, after I 'signed' the 'contract', Dinagdagan ni jenny na "And I agree to give my manager 50% of my prize". O_O

And do actually you believe I am so lucky to have friends like them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-114113608588438325?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114113608588438325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114113608588438325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/02/dagdagdagdagdagdag-hey-you-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-114093202625852145</id><published>2006-02-26T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T17:10:34.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's play a game. Spot the love of my life *evil evil grin*. Play the videos and tell me who among them I heart the most *evil grin ulit*

Njoy!


&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AKFj8RXKnT0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

Clue: saya yung nakaitim dito...


&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dDB4E861g78" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

These videos are so cool. And while we're at it, chech this video out. Isa syang alamat. *bow of praise* / Ei Abu, ikaw nga, gayahin mo 'to! haha! Kidding! ^_^


&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kP-CoQiiTAU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
Anyways, &lt;a href="http://www.tinig.com"&gt;Tinigv46 &lt;/a&gt;is already up. And for those of you who are dying to read &lt;a href="http://www.inq7.net/globalnation/ser_ann/2005/sep/15-01.htm"&gt;Alaala ng Quiapo&lt;/a&gt; (e.i., sanggol, pusa, aso, ipis, mga tinakot ko), you could check it out &lt;a href="http://www.tinig.com/2006/v45tinig_aika/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (thanks &lt;a href="http://ederic.tinig.com"&gt;Kuya Ederic&lt;/a&gt;!) Ayus?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-114093202625852145?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114093202625852145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114093202625852145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/02/lets-play-game.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-114078642924240447</id><published>2006-02-24T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T17:18:32.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Urban's pretty messed up right now. I'm not even allowed to go out (buti nalang, dala ni Dale si crosswind kanina).

Classes were suspended today because of coup threats. As a student, it was pretty lucky that we don't have our first subject, because the suspension was announced way before our 2nd class. And as a student, it was really irritating that my school's closed. I left a very important note in 'their' locker. I badly needed that paper for my article due on monday. Wild.

As a citizen, it felt so, um, ill.

I have nothing against the government. And definitely, I have nothing against those people who would like to express themselves on the streets and those who are fighting for what they believe.

I'm not really a big fan of Communism(sorry Mel!), and believe me, I so hate violence.

And lastly, I hate divisions.

You know what I really really hate? Those people who are attending those (supposedly peaceful) protest movement who are just pretending to care. those who are just there because they are 'hakot', those who are there for fun, or trip lang. those who are there para manggulo.

Yung mga (ibang) nambabato, yung mga (ibang) nagugulo, why do i have the feeling na mga gangsters yung mga yun and and they are there to, well, fight. I know what I saw on the televison(cambio: although not all). Yung iba talaga, mukhang mga habitual visitors of baranggay halls. Mukhang adik kung mukhang adik (well, it takes one to know one ^_^)

Nakakaasar lang. Fellow Filipinos are fighting for what they believe in because they want change.

And others fight with stones and sticks... and they don't even seem to care.

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Unity? Blah. Who needs such word when you're in the Philippines.

I was nearly moved to tears by how people redefine unity in the week-old Leyte tragedy. I was telling myself how proud I am to be a human being.

I thought it would be uber impossible to help out in a seemingly impossible mission. But NO. people are willing to help. I didn't know what's the catch, but looking at them work together makes me want to cry.

Then there was the never-ending-opposition-administration-extreme-left-extreme-right thingy.

THEN

AGAIN

THE COUNTRY

IS

.
.
.

DIVIDED.
(so much for Aaron's perfect society)
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Anyways, bumababa nanaman ang ekonomiya ng Pilipinas
Deym, nakakapanghinayan....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-114078642924240447?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114078642924240447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114078642924240447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/02/urbans-pretty-messed-up-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-114062348414464289</id><published>2006-02-22T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T13:48:07.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The results of the ABSC election's already up.

Ok, so I haven't saw the official announcement where ever other people have learned the winners yet, but Arianne told me who they were anyways, so I didn't bother to look up for it... and I have my &lt;em&gt;alipin &lt;/em&gt;(Dale) to do that for me. *evil grin*

Well, to tell you the honest cruel truth, I'm not quite happy with the result (just shoot me). Uh, who am I anyway, just a (sometimes) law-abiding artlet student, one of the hundreds. So my vote won't usually affect the final result. Blah blah...

(translation ng previous sentence: only two of my candidates won. At hindi pa ako nag abstain. What a very nice choice of *quote mark* winnable *closing quote mark* candidate. I was quite dissapointed. O well, that's life...maybe I should reconsider my 'ini-mini-miny-mow' next time)

Political party galore: one of the two indie guys won. The dude who ran for vice-presidency, I think. I'm not quite sure how many won from SDP and GAP, but no candidate won from Dekada.

I was hoping that *name* from Dekada would win *position*-cy. But he/she/ it didn't. Well, I was not the only one who was disappointed. My friends and I really wanted him/her/it to win. Kasi ba naman....oops... wag na lang.... baka pasukin ng pulitika ang tahimik kong buhay. ^_^

Politics is my least favorite thing in this whole wide world (though I loooove the thought of evil congressmen killing each other), primarily because , I dunno, the thought of it... I'm not quite sure with the exact words... basta! And maybe because I believe that one does not need to be in power to serve others. WORLD PEACE! (reminds me of Aaron's perfect society, which of course, is another story)

With these new officers, maybe I'll just keep my fingers crossed. I really hope that they would at least let us feel that they are not only alive during camp-el period. And I really hope that they would understand that AB needs officers, not just those crappy people playing the popularity game.

blah.... sleep nako...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-114062348414464289?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114062348414464289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114062348414464289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/02/results-of-absc-elections-already-up.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-114017623724316592</id><published>2006-02-17T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T15:10:22.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2487/290/320/IMGP7766.jpg" align="left" border="3" /&gt;I'm watching &lt;strong&gt;Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah Ze Muzical&lt;/strong&gt;! Weepee! Weepee! I really can't wait since I was really looking forward for the comicbook's stage/movie adaptation ever since I first read the it.

Anyways, I just secured a slot since the tickets are(still) selling like hotcakes. I'm just too lucky to call CCP on time since a few hours after I called up, I just read &lt;a href="http://carverhouse.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-siguro-namay-na-experience-na-ninyo.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; that the tickets are all sold out and TP's adding two more shows.

Anyways, Bonn, Din and I dropped by CCP today to get out tickets. And TADAH! here they are *look at the pix*(Ok, that's only one ticket). Apology sa mga di ko nabilhan. Di ko kasi alam kung bibilhan ko kayo, since I really don't know if you'll come or not. Sorry!

*The bad side was, I don't think Carlo Vergara will be there. 3pm kasi kami manunuod. Sayang :(

Anyways, please do drop by my new blog, Aikalog. It is my 1st ever wordpress-powered blog. Cool ei? I finally figured out how WP works. Loser me, some might take a couple of minutes to figure that out. It took me months. Loser me.

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aikalog.fil.ph/"&gt;&lt;img alt="CLICK!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2487/290/320/coffeehead.jpg" align="center" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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Election's coming. College council election as well as University's. Again.

I haven't decided yet who to vote yet. Sa AB,I was expecting a person to run this year, but he didn't so, wala lang. Hehe, sinabi ko lang. Sayang. I would definitely vote for him.

Message para sa mga Tomasian-slash-Artlets: be very careful who to vote. lalo na sa mga freshies. Been there. Look very carefully on their platforms and sincerity. Wag nyo iboboto dahil cute yung candidate, or dahil familiar yung face nya. This decision would very much influence your stay in UST. Kung gusto mo mag abstain, mag abstian ka. I believe that abstaining does not mean weakness. Kung wala ka talagang mapili sa mga candidate na pinagpipilian mo, bat mo pipilitin, diba?

SDP? GAP? DEKADA? INDIE?

AKLAS? LAKAS? INDIE?

Hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-114017623724316592?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114017623724316592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/114017623724316592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-watching-zsa-zsa-zaturnnah-ze.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-113984449230051386</id><published>2006-02-13T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T23:28:12.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm blogging in Filipino.

Misadventures of an 'ayaw-ko-na-sa-journ' girl...Part Three(sana din last na)!

Ok. Magyayabang nanaman ako. Pangalawang beses lang mangyari sakin 'to kaya pabayaan mo na yung pagyayabang ko. Pwede mo naman 'to laktawan, kaso di ka makakatulog sa kaiisip kung ano yung pagyayabang ko, sabay pasok ng *evil laugh*

Kung binabasa mo madalas 'tong blog ko, na alam ko namang hindi, malalaman mo na on-off and 'course' crisis ko. Medyo minsan, napupuri yung paper ko sa Journclass, mas madalas naman, nilalapastangan. Mas maraming beses yung paglalapastangan(tama ba?).

Kaya naman napapaisip ako kung tama ba yung naging desisyon ko na wag sundin ang tatay ko at ituloy ang pagkuha ng journ. *basahin nyo nalang yung previous posts ko kasi nakakatamad magkwento*

Ayan. Kasi nagne-news writing kami, tapos may pinapagawang story samin si Sir. Fiction lang, tapos parang three part yung story, para lang mahasa yung kakayanan namin na magsulat ng police story na may follow up chuvaness chuva blah blah blah pretend that you care blah blah blah.

So, ayun. Kanina, pinasa yung third part nung story at tinalakay. Yung first part, di masyado tinalakay kasi, um, nakalimutan ko na yung reason. Absent ata ako. Hehe. Yung second part naman yung nilait lait nya at nerevise revise nya na kulang nalang sabihin sakin na wag ka na mag journ. Ouch. Yung araw din na 'yon nalaman ko na wala ako sa Dapitan.

Yung third part nga, kanina tinalakay. Parang inuulit ko lang yung sinasabi ko, pansin mo ba?
Ayun nga, yung third part kanina tinalakay... ahhhh stapit aika stapit!

Medyo nalate ako pumasok kasi traffic. Tsaka ang layo ng bahay ko, sarcastically speaking. Pagdating ko sa sa room, andun na sya.
(wala naman kwenta yung sinabi ko. walang koneksyon sa ipagyayabang ko)

&gt;&gt;&gt;fast forward&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;

eh di, ayan na. Nicricritic na nya yung mga news articles namin. Ako naman, feeling ko, di na 'ko tatawagin kasi natawag nya na ako dati. Tsaka sa ilalim ko nilagay yung paper ko para di nya makita. Ok.... conversation mode nalang ulit para happy happy joy joy. di nga lang eksakto kasi loser yung memory ko

&lt;strong&gt;Sir: &lt;/strong&gt;o eto, kay Jamaica (at di na nya tinanong kung Ja-mey-ka o Ja-may-ka!) &lt;em&gt;*basa yung lead ng news story* &lt;/em&gt;Sino 'to? teka, ikaw ba 'to? &lt;em&gt;*tingin at turo sakin*&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Ako:&lt;/strong&gt; um...yata...(joke! tumungo lang ako)
&lt;strong&gt;Sir: &lt;/strong&gt;tingin sa papel *basa ulit ng konti* eto, ayos 'to, swak na swak yung&lt;strong&gt; lead &lt;/strong&gt;(sa di nakakaalam, ang lead ay ang unang paragraph sa isang news na minsan---mostly sa hard news --- ay ang summarization ng story. back to regular programming)
&lt;strong&gt;Classmates: &lt;/strong&gt;syempre, Palanca awardee yan.... (na hanggang ngayon, di ko padin alam kung bat kailangan sabihin kasi iba yung journalistic approach sa literary chuvaness na hanggang ngayon, wala padin ako)
&lt;strong&gt;Sir: &lt;/strong&gt;di nga, nanalo ka?
&lt;strong&gt;classmate1: &lt;/strong&gt;opo sir
&lt;strong&gt;classmate2: &lt;/strong&gt;um, medyo lang daw po sir, medyo lang
&lt;strong&gt;classmate3: &lt;/strong&gt;sino kaya ka date ko bukas sa balentayms?
&lt;strong&gt;Ako: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*tungo lang ng tungo kahit di na alam kung bakit*&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Sir: &lt;/strong&gt;wow *&lt;em&gt;ayos upo* &lt;/em&gt; nakaka-ano naman(nakakaano? di ko alam. is that a good thing?)
&lt;strong&gt;Ako: &lt;/strong&gt;huh?
&lt;strong&gt;Sir: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*tingin ulit sa papel*&lt;/em&gt; um, di ka ba nagpatulong dito?
&lt;strong&gt;Ako: &lt;/strong&gt;hindi po sir (kanino naman ako magpapatulog? Sa butiki?)
&lt;strong&gt;Sir: &lt;/strong&gt;ayos, ayos 'to.
&lt;strong&gt;Classmates: &lt;/strong&gt;yes  naman...
&lt;strong&gt;Sir: &lt;/strong&gt;Ayos na ayos talaga yung pagkakasulat ng lead &lt;em&gt;*pause na konti...konti lang mga 1 milliseconds* &lt;/em&gt;CONGRATS
&lt;strong&gt;Classmates: &lt;/strong&gt;nice naman *clapclapclapclap*
&lt;strong&gt;Joyce: &lt;/strong&gt;lagot ka kay Jenny...hehe
&lt;strong&gt;Aika: &lt;/strong&gt;ahihihi.... di na ko magke-care giver.... ahihihihi

Ayun. Wag mo na itanong yung pagkatapos ng lead ko kasi loser yun eh. Pag daw nagsulat na'ko sa dyaryo, yung lead ko lang daw yung ipupublish nila...kasi loooooser yung body ng story ko.

O well, that was a good start, literally.

Wag sana lumaki yung ulo ko. Kayo kasi eh.

PS. MEDYO IMPORTANTENG PS: Di lang alam nila Sir na 5 hours ko inisip ang lead ko at 30 minutes lang sa body. Lolz. Wakekekeke ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-113984449230051386?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/113984449230051386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/113984449230051386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-blogging-in-filipino.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-113940756250113920</id><published>2006-02-09T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T09:42:46.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I so(100x) wanted to watch this one:

The Cultural Center of the Philippines presents a Tanghalang Pilipino production:

&lt;a href="http://carverhouse.blogspot.com"&gt;Carlo Vergara&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;strong&gt;Zsazsa Zaturnnah: Ze Muzikal
&lt;/strong&gt;

February 10 11 17 18 24 25 March 3 4 2006 8:00PM
February 11 12 18 19 25 26 March 4 5 2006 3:00PM

Tanghalang Huseng Batute (CCP Studio Theater)

&lt;a href="http://carverhouse.blogspot.com/2006/01/cultural-center-of-philippines.html"&gt;more info...&lt;/a&gt;

Bonn and I want to watch ze muzical. I already emailed CCP so that we could find out how much it would cost us.

Gusto nyo sumama? ^_^

* edited:
Tanghalang Pilipino already emailed back. regular price is Php500, but the priviledge of being a student will really come in handy. Student price: 250 bucks. Not bad, really.
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The list for the list of writers to be publish for Dapitan (AB's lit folio) already came out and.... tadan... &lt;strong&gt;my name was not included&lt;/strong&gt;.

Loser, loser me.

That really broke my heart. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Big time&lt;/span&gt;. It took me 10 milliseconds to recover from the tragedy. Poor me. Poor poor me.

I really suck in poetry. I really suck in poetry. I really suck in poetry. Help, anyone?

The ones who would probably feel this lost are my friends. I promised Papa Lord that if ever any of my work would be included in this year's folio, I would treat them for two hours in G-Box Videoke house. Now, I can feel my friends' pain. Boowahaha!

Wag na kayo umangal, si papa Lord na yung maysabi na wag ko daw kayong ilibre. Hehe ^_^

Now, I think Journalism AND Literature are not for me.

*side story: my 'news' paper was dissed in journ class last time. Yeah right, I got something right, "kung papakinggan nyo, maayos yung lead. Pero technically, maraming mali" said my prof. I guess I had a problem with sentence construction and consistency. It would all be fine if I was on my right mind when I was writing that article. Or if I used a different font size.

Although I wasn't the only one who was brutally critized (which was partly ok with me coz i am use to it naman), I guess that triggered my intention to shift courses and realize that writing is really not for me (ayan ka nanaman Aika).

But the problem is, the course that I'm planning to shift to is not the right course for me either!

Hmm.... sana next year, masama na yung gawa ko sa Dapitan,

O well, that's life... :)

I'm planning nga pala to take up Sociology nalang, &lt;a href="http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-was-really-really-pissed-off-by-some.html"&gt;which I have second thoughts pa&lt;/a&gt;.

Or maybe CA (I honestly believe this major would work for me. i'm with you, bangge!!!)

Or maybe I am destined to be a care giver talaga.

Or I am gonna commit suicide nalang.



of course.
i'm kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-113940756250113920?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/113940756250113920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/113940756250113920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-so100x-wanted-to-watch-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-113905229882266735</id><published>2006-02-04T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T10:00:08.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="c2!!!!!!!!!!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2487/290/320/c2.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt; I promise you, the C2 in this pix have nothing to do with the 12%R-Vat that's completely gotten into my nerves! Huh? What am I saying?

Anyways, that photo was taken out of bordom yesterdat at &lt;strong&gt;Livre2&lt;/strong&gt;. Don't get me wrong, the gig was A-OK, but i guess there were A LOT of bands who played, and maybe I was just dead tired yesterday. I just finish watching Imago then went straight home. I'm becoming a good girl now *wink*.

If you watch the television regularly, unlike me, you have probably heard the "&lt;strong&gt;Wowowee tampede&lt;/strong&gt;" So, I woke up this morning, errr, afternoon then when I went down, the television was on and Charo Santos was speaking-for-i-don't-know-yet reason. Her eyes was so sad that even a stupid person would now that something bad happened.

So, there was this &lt;a href="http://www.abs-cbnnews.com/storypage.aspx?StoryId=29079"&gt;stampede which killed 79&lt;/a&gt; (as we speak) people. I was nearly moved to tears, thinking of all the people who went there &lt;strong&gt;to find life's fortune&lt;/strong&gt; and will eventually go home &lt;strong&gt;dead&lt;/strong&gt;.

Why, oh, why?

Is it, like, possible for those filthy corrupt politicians to die instead of these people? They are (partly) the reason why these people suffer poverty anyway. Why didn't they die instead? Evil nearly dominates the world, and before we know it, we would be too numb to notice the difference, then why don't these evil people choke on their own words and die on the spot and their souls will burn in freakin hell!!!!????

calm calm

I think the cause of the stampede was yet unknown, but I think it is pretty unfair to blame ABS-CBN or Wowowee or Willie Revillame. I don't know what really happened, so it is not safe to blame anyone.

But I'm blaming it on poverty, anyway.

As how Michelle Licudine puts it, "&lt;em&gt;The sign of the times is not the 51 pesos to a dollar but the 79 lives to the peso.&lt;/em&gt;"

Very well said...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-113905229882266735?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/113905229882266735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/113905229882266735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-promise-you-c2-in-this-pix-have.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-113871236023313688</id><published>2006-01-31T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:59:20.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the shortest and sweetest post.

Tapos na ang RC dokyu.


Tapos na ang RC dokyu.


TAPOS. NA. ANG. RC. DOKYU.


Salamat sa lahat ng tumulong.


God, above all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-113871236023313688?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/113871236023313688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/113871236023313688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/01/shortest-and-sweetest-post.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-113833442299088067</id><published>2006-01-27T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T19:54:35.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm pissed. I know I'm pissed coz while I was walking home, I was formulating the thoughts to be blogged. I know I'm pissed coz I want to blog. I know I'm pissed because I so wanted to cry out but I freaking can't. I know &lt;strong&gt;I'm pissed because I know I'm pissed&lt;/strong&gt;.

I badly need an outlet. So I'm gonna blog everything that I want to say, &lt;strong&gt;no matter what the consequences would be&lt;/strong&gt;. If you have this feeling that this post is for you, I suggest that you skip this one coz I know it would definitely hurt you too much. &lt;strong&gt;Or a part of me still wants you to read on so that you would fucking know what i felt&lt;/strong&gt;(and I am not even putting an asterisk in the 'word'. I am that pissed.) and do something about it, like, &lt;strong&gt;altering you freaking lives.

&lt;/strong&gt;*take note: I am using the plural form, so I am not pertaining to only one person, and this is not for the whole group, i'm still lucky that some of my mates are &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; responsible...*

Now, I don't know how to start. Ok. This is about the documentary that we &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; ALL (&lt;strong&gt;supposedly. &lt;/strong&gt;doble pa) be doing. Go Figure. It was supposed to be a 9-10 membered group and as far as i can remember, a group is like a whole, where in everyone, I mean everyone &lt;strong&gt;should function&lt;/strong&gt;, or at least, should fucking &lt;strong&gt;pretend&lt;/strong&gt; that they care about the project.

See, I myself have sacrificed &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt; (ow shet, i wanna cry...). I am the one who is editing (and who transcribed*, and a lot more) the whole docu. A girl (should) helped me out , but I completely understand because she's too busy with her TomCat thingy and I &lt;strong&gt;really &lt;/strong&gt;appreciate it when she told me she wanted to help out with the editing, but i guess she's, yeah, too busy because she's like the executive producer of her show. &lt;strong&gt;Gurl, i can feel your pain&lt;/strong&gt;.

And as I have said,&lt;strong&gt; I have sacrificed a lot in this project&lt;/strong&gt;. I skipped meals gazillions of time for this &lt;strong&gt;fucking thing&lt;/strong&gt;. I haven't studied for my other subjects for &lt;strong&gt;this fucking thing&lt;/strong&gt;. I &lt;strong&gt;skipped my first subject today&lt;/strong&gt; coz I fucking finished the pre-editing part last night for this &lt;strong&gt;fucking thing&lt;/strong&gt;. I didn't know that Ernie Baron died because of this &lt;strong&gt;fucking thingy&lt;/strong&gt;. I have no attanchment to whatever's happening in the world because I havent watch the tube, because of this &lt;strong&gt;fucking thingy&lt;/strong&gt;. I have no social life because of this&lt;strong&gt; fucking thing&lt;/strong&gt;. I might not go to the gig-of-the-year thingy which is one of the only sources of my happiness(LIVRE) because of the &lt;strong&gt;fucking thingy&lt;/strong&gt;.

I SSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOO wanted to go to the forum today about the &lt;strong&gt;Journalism thingy wherein Eugenia Apostol-Duran is the speaker&lt;/strong&gt;, but I can't because I have to finish editing &lt;strong&gt;THEIR project&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;THEIR project&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;T.H.E.I.R. project&lt;/strong&gt;.(omg, I'm crying na!)

&lt;strong&gt;But they don't seemed to fucking care&lt;/strong&gt;. All I heard was "&lt;em&gt;Aika, tapos na yung dokyu? Kelan ba matatapos ang dokyu?"&lt;/em&gt; That exact words. I would definitely much appreciate it if they'll say "&lt;em&gt;Ayos na yung dokyu? wala ba akong maitutulong&lt;/em&gt;", that would at least signal me that they still freaking care

Or, yeah, &lt;strong&gt;that's all I ask&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;PRETEND &lt;/strong&gt;that you fucking fucking care.

Coz in case you don't notice, hindi ako nagpapasarap sa buhay ko ngayon. &lt;strong&gt;Hindi ako katulad nyo&lt;/strong&gt;.

Now, you don't have to rub me what you have done for this dokyu, &lt;strong&gt;because I might tell you what YOU HAVE NOT done and what you have PRETENDED to have done.&lt;/strong&gt; And I might just stick your freaking mouth what &lt;strong&gt;I have done&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm not really that kind of person who'll rub anyone my accomplishments, but if situation calls, I might just do it

&lt;strong&gt;Don't give me those silly freaking excuses. Coz when I'm pissed, I accept no excuses.&lt;/strong&gt;

Insensitive? Selfish? It is so funny how you blame someone, or people, how insensitive and selfish they could be.&lt;strong&gt; But I hate to break the bubbles, but you are the one who is selfish AND insensitive.
&lt;/strong&gt;(again, malamang, hindi lang isang tao 'to)

Buti pa yung wala namang kinalaman talaga sa dokyu, &lt;strong&gt;may pakialam sakin.&lt;/strong&gt;

Now, don't blame me if the output of this project won't please you that much. I am doing this with a fucking broken heart. Ah, do I need to remind you that this docu composed a major part of your final grade?

&lt;strong&gt;Hershey, I can feel your pain.&lt;/strong&gt;
I'm just so happy that your 'tingin sa taas para di tumulo ang luha' stunt works.

post your comment. I will not reply to any of them anyway. &lt;strong&gt;This would be the last time you'll be hearing for me about this. &lt;/strong&gt;I'm pissed. For the very first time in my life, &lt;strong&gt;I hate you. I.fucking.hate.you.&lt;/strong&gt;

*transcribe - unserstand what the interviewee in the video said and write it on papers. gets?*
&lt;strong&gt;now, just count how many times I have said the F word.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-113833442299088067?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/113833442299088067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/113833442299088067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-113819613434820282</id><published>2006-01-25T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T21:35:34.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um, ang &lt;strong&gt;limonsito&lt;/strong&gt; ba na may english name na&lt;strong&gt; kamalitos &lt;/strong&gt;at scientific name na &lt;strong&gt;triphasia trofia&lt;/strong&gt; ay kalamansi sa tunay na buhay? Hindi ako sarcastic. Di ko talaga alam. Loser.

Ang bait ko talagang kapatid. Akalain mong nauto ako na hanapin ang litrato ng 50+ na halaman para sa assignment ng nakababata kong kapatid, samantalang kailangan ko pang gumawa ng isang dokyumentary, 3 atang paper works, isang report, magsunog ng kilay, at huminga. Masakit na yung likod ko. Badtrip. Umpisa palang ng second half ng sem, hell week na.

Magyayabang nga pala ako ng konti. Medyo natuwa ako dito sa nangyari sakin, although di naman sya ganon kalaki, natuwa padin ako.

Ang preliminary examination kasi namin for Journalism class eh gagawa ng profile ng isang tao. It was set to be done during the christmas vacation, since ang pasahan nya eh pasukan ng January.

Medyo akala ko nung una, di ako mahihirapan, since ang target kong interviewee eh parati atang online. Natuwa naman ako dahil dalawang oras pagkatapos ko i-email ang potential interviewee ko, nagreply sya na ayus lang sa kanya magpa interview. At star-strucked talaga ako.

Eh di, ayus, wala na sana akong problema. Ang kaso, pagkatapos ko i-email yung questions ko, di na nya sinagot. I dunno kung ano yung reasons. Iniisip ko nalang na busy sya since, yeah, isa sya sa mga favorite poets ko at malamang kung isa lang syang Aika Pascual ay excited nyang sasagutan ang mga tanong.

Ayun nga, tatlong araw before magpasahan, hinihintay ko pa rin yung email nya, at di pa rin sya nag-eemail hanggang ngayon. Sabi ko sa sarili ko, maghahanap ako ng ibang iinterviewhin. Inisip ko sana si &lt;strong&gt;Manix Abrera&lt;/strong&gt;, ang astig na gumawa ng &lt;strong&gt;Kikomachine Comix&lt;/strong&gt;, kaya lang nun naisip ko, parang madalang lang sya magonline, at kailangan ko na talaga ng infos nun.

May naisip din akong i-feature na isang org, tapos kokontakin ko sana yung pinaka super duper uber head nila since medyo close kami (yak! close daw). Tsaka mahal ako nun. Haha! Naisip ko lang na busi-busyhan kasi yun at madalang nalang mag online tsaka baka may work sya, at new year na nun, so malamang, nasa probinsya sya, kaya ayaw ko na sya bigyan ngproblema. Kasi mahal ako nun eh! *evil grin*

Naisip ko din na sayang yung mga research-slash-pag stalk ko kay potential interviewee #1. Medyo may nabubuo na akong article sa ulo ko, kaya lang, yung interview nalang ang kulang.

Desperado nako nun.

So, One day before the submission, naisip ko na gamitin nalang si potential interviewee #1, at manghiram nalang ng interview (don't worry, i cited my source). It went well naman, kaso, aminado akong sabog yung Profile. Sabog talaga. As in. Mas sabog pa sa Alaala.

Medyo masama padin ang loob ko kay interviewee#1. Kaso, walang magagawa. Magaling talaga sya magsulat eh. Kahanga hanga pa rin. *kaya ang moral lesson, wag kayo mag jo-journ*

&lt;em&gt;Sa haba-haba ng binasa nyo, wala jan yung dahilan kung bakit ako magyayabang. Eto na talaga yung reason:&lt;/em&gt;

Binalik samin yung papel, syempre, pagkapasa namin. Kelangan pa namin yun irevise at yung revised na talaga yung totoong prelims namin. Or something like that. Ewan. May grade din kasi yung draft eh. Basta ganun.

Binalik na nga yung papel. Wag mo na itanong kung anong nakuha kong score, kasi di ko sasabihin kasi weird ako. Hindi siya mababa, pero di naman ganon kataas. Sapat lang. pero natuwa ako. Kasi, sabog talaga yung article, kung mababasa nyo lang.

Tapos, kanina, pinasa namin yung revised (prelims na talaga namin pramis) na profile. Pinaabot ko ke Jen(uy! masaya sya!) kasi me kinuha ako sa locker. Pagkabalik ko sa loob ng room, nalaman ko na kailangan pala ipasa din yung draft(na noon eh draft-slash-basura na), eh yung paper ko, na kay Sir na. Eh di lumapit ako sa harap at hinanap ang papel ko, medyo nakakatawa pa nga kasi ginulo ko pa yung nakaayos na na mga papel.

Anyway, nakita ko na. Inabot kay sir. Lakad palayo.Sabi ni Sir "&lt;em&gt;ok na 'to? Yung A Jolog Speak&lt;/em&gt;" (uy! nagka clue kung sino yung potential interviewee!).Tingin sa kanya. Di muna nagregister yung sinabi nya. Akala ko, sinabi nya na "&lt;em&gt;kayo na ni J*ie&lt;/em&gt;". Sumagot ako ng OO. Tapos lakad.

&lt;em&gt;Syempre, wala pa rin yung ipagyayabang ko.... basa pa....&lt;/em&gt;

Eto malupit! Haha! Ang babaw babaw ko, pero kung isa kang tao na akala mo eh mali ang course na napili mo, medyo nakakataba naman ng puso ito.

&lt;strong&gt;Sir:&lt;/strong&gt; marami din naman sa inyo ang maayos magsulat, pwedeng pang feature article.
&lt;strong&gt;Aika: *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa isip&lt;/em&gt;* twinkle twinkle little star
&lt;strong&gt;Sir:&lt;/strong&gt; Katulad nito... *&lt;em&gt;tingin mga papel*&lt;/em&gt; eto, A Jologs Speak
&lt;strong&gt;Aika:&lt;/strong&gt; *&lt;em&gt;sa isip pa rin&lt;/em&gt;* how i wonder what you a... teka, akin ata yun ah....
&lt;strong&gt;Sir:&lt;/strong&gt;  Si Jamaica... ano ba 'to, Ja-mey -ka oh Ja-may-ka?
&lt;strong&gt;Aika:&lt;/strong&gt; um, sir, hehe, hindi ko din po alam eh.... Ja-mey-ka nalang.hehe
&lt;strong&gt;Sir:&lt;/strong&gt; eto... *&lt;em&gt;basa ng article&lt;/em&gt;* dapat ganito 'to *&lt;em&gt;correct ang article&lt;/em&gt;* tapos ito, ganto *&lt;em&gt;basa article, correct article&lt;/em&gt;* (repeat 20x)
&lt;strong&gt;Aika: &lt;/strong&gt;Tama na sir, tama na...
&lt;strong&gt;Sir:&lt;/strong&gt; tapos it *&lt;em&gt;turo paper&lt;/em&gt;* dapat ganito *&lt;em&gt;sulat sa board ang correction&lt;/em&gt;* ay teka, mali, mali pala ako.... dapat ganito *&lt;em&gt;bura, sulat&lt;/em&gt;*
&lt;strong&gt;Aika: &lt;/strong&gt;huh? eh, yun nga yung sinulat ko...huh?
&lt;strong&gt;Sir: Basta, ayan, maganda, maganda pagkakasulat nito...&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Aika:&lt;/strong&gt; *&lt;em&gt;isip lang&lt;/em&gt;* sheyt, aymsofrawdopmayzelf!

Minsan lang talaga ako magyayabang. Kung nayayabangan ka sakin, ok lang, expected ko yun. Mayabangan ka lang sakin.

Sobrang na touch ako. Akalain mong may journalistic skill pala ako!

Promise, minsan, naisip ko na lumipat ng course and to take up Literature nalang kasi feeling ko, mas free-willing ang pagsusulat sa Lit, walang mga technical terms na nalalaman ang mga profs, walang mag ko-correct na ang word na &lt;strong&gt;cheater&lt;/strong&gt; ay non-existent.

Minsan naiisip ko na mali ata yung course na napili ko. At least, dahil dun sa simple words na yun, medyo na uplift yung spirit ko at nabawasan ng sobra yung chance na lumipat ako ng course. Mga 95%...nalang yung chance. Haha!

Napapahaba na yung kwento ko...edit pa ako ng dokyu.

At least, alam ko, kahit papano, hindi lang pagsusulat ng porn patutunguhan ng buhay ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-113819613434820282?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/113819613434820282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/113819613434820282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/01/um-ang-limonsito-ba-na-may-english.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123987.post-113801392719434294</id><published>2006-01-23T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T18:58:47.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Manny "Pacman" Pacquiao won against Eric "El Terrible" Morales. Yah, I know, coz I was watching. Wait, i think the whole Philippines was watching. No kidding. Even the Aetas in Tarlac were watching, well, those who have electricity in their place, of course. It was, rather, annoying. I dunno, maybe because boxing is not my stuff. That really really annoyed me.

WHY? BECAUSE I HAVE MANNY PACQUIAO TO BLAME.
THE POOR ME WAS LEFT BEHIND BY MY BUS IN MY LTS LAST SUNDAY. ALL BECAUSE OF MANNY PACQUIO. Grrr

Stupid me. Stupid stupid me. I was at my second bus, and was waiting for my first bus (we are on our way home na) and the bus was watching the fight. It was rather funny looking at the guys in that bus cheering for Manny Pacquio. There were lines like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayan! inupper cut na!&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ohhh.... isa pang suntok...ayan!&lt;/span&gt;" and "*1st bagsak ni Morales sa 10th round* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whoa! &lt;/span&gt;*uber lakas nito, at sabay sabay pa in fairness* *2nd bagsak ni Morales, yung panalo na si Pacman* *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WOW!!! ASTIG!!!!WOOOHOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;*clap clap*"

If I didn't know better, I'll think that that bus was some kind of a movie house or something. It was really funny. Natatawa ako sa mga reactions ng mga kasama ko sa bus. Kasi in my real bus, medyo mas populated ng mga homos, and I think they were not really interested in Manny's match that much.

As I was saying, naiwan ako ng bus ko (where Jenny and Joyce and the rest of the gang were). I wouldn't relate the whole story. Basta, I was watching the match, and before I knew it, the bus was already on its way to the highway, and I was left with complete hilarious stangers.

Anyhow, what's done is done. Stupid me.

PS. I didn't know that Manny already won. If my busmates were not that, um, happy and , um, hyper, I wouldn't have known. I was like, "why are they too happy anyway, and why are they clapping? Oh, did Manny already win? Ok, so much for that"

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congrats, Manny Pacquiao! We are so proud of you!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Just don't try too hard to speak in English. That made you look rather, um..., I'd rather not say it :)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6123987-113801392719434294?l=pixiestuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/113801392719434294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123987/posts/default/113801392719434294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiestuff.blogspot.com/2006/01/manny-pacman-pacquiao-won-against-eric.html' title=''/><author><name>aika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12474531007394060636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03396497189623759876'/></author></entry></feed>