Update 1
POSTED AT 04:01 AM

*very long update, because yes, I need to rant.*
 
Greenbelt March 30, 2005
 
Jasmin arrived at around 12 pm, followed shortly by Frederick and then Kat. Frederick brought his CD of the movie All My Life, so we watched it first before getting ready for the night out. Halfway through the movie, Floyd (a cousin) called. I was very much surprised when he did. We’re not very close, you see. Sure we talk sometimes, but that’s all small talk. And those sometimes come very rarely. Like, strictly family reunion rare. He asked if I had any plans for that night. I said I did. He said he wanted to treat me to dinner (I think) because he and his girlfriend are now officially legal. I said I was going out with my friends. He asked me how many we were, and said he’d treat the four of us, no problem. I was really reluctant to agree. I mean, he doesn’t know my friends. He knew Kat through his girlfriend, but that’s about it. I asked him if we could do it another day because I really wanted to spend time with the Ghorjus3. I thought, duh, doesn’t this guy have any other friends he could treat? Pinilit nia eh, so I asked the others.
 
Kat: OK lang.
Jasmin: (deeply absorbed in Aga and Kristine’s drama) sure…sure….
Frederick: *shrugs*
 
Kat talked to Floyd as well, and asked the others the same question. She got the same responses. So OK, we agreed. We could meet up with him. Sabi namin, sa Greenbelt na lang, kasi dun naman talaga kami pupunta. He insisted on meeting in Galleria. I am not much of a lakwatsera but, tanga ba siya? Does he know how far out of the way Galleria was from Greenbelt?! I was starting to get pissed. I mean, OK sure manlilibre siya, but we’re going out of our way to do this favor for him. Wala naman akong makuhang matinong mga sagot dun sa tatlo, puro OK lang OK lang. E di sige, Galleria at 7pm.
 
Ten minutes to 7, he called, and I asked him what time they were arriving because we were getting very impatient. He said he was just waiting for his other friends and then they’d be on their way. I was like, namputek ayun naman pala eh. May iba ka naman palang kasama, bakit kailangang kasama pa ko?! He said they’d be here in 30 minutes, tops. I told the others that if they didn’t arrive at 7:20 pm sharp, we’re leaving.
 
I knew everyone was starting to get annoyed, and very much pissed, and I felt like it was my fault that we were here in the first place. I don’t think it is my fault. I mean, I asked them and they said OK. Kat went out for a smoke. Frederick, Jasmin and I (non-smokers, btw) stayed in front of the appointed place of meeting. It didn’t help that Jasmin kept complaining, and it was rubbing me the wrong way. The guy was my cousin, and I felt that it this was my responsibility. “Ano ba naman yan, hindi ba naman niya naisip na nakakaabala na siya?”, “Hindi ba pwedeng mas maaga siyang pumunta?” “Ako naiinis na talaga ah. Pagdating niyan dito baka kung anong masabi ko diyan”.
 
 I repeat, it is NOT my fault we are here, I did NOT want to be here, so stop complaining. Frederick was just quiet. Sometimes he and I would just try to lighten up the situation and joke about the fashion choices of passersby. Jasmin wouldn’t stop ranting, until it came to a point that I snapped at her. I told them, sige na go ahead. I’ll stay behind and wait for my wonderful cousin. Pero syempre, hindi nila ginawa yun no.
 
My temper was very short that night because my period is coming. I wanted desperately to scream and make her shut up. I know, she’s my best friend and I love her dearly but that time, she was really grating on my nerves. If she was pissed, so was I.
 
7:20 came, Floyd didn’t. We left Galleria (wasted time and money…Lech.) and grabbed a cab. While we were inside the cab, Floyed rang me again. He said they’re coming in fifteen minutes. I said we had to leave already because we had to meet some other friends at Greenbelt, that they had been waiting for us, etc etc. Made up all sorts of excuses. Kung pwede daw kahit iabot na lang ung food sa taxi. He said sayang naman daw yung food, kasi nakabili na sila. My God. Jollibee. He bought us friggin’ Jollibee! We waited for him for God know how long just so he could feed us with fast food?! I was ready to strangle him. I didn’t tell the others the Jollibee part, or they might strangle me too.
 
With that over, Greenbelt we go. Scoped out the scene before having dinner at T.G.I.Friday’s. Walked around, trying to find the best place to hang out. Floyd phoned again, asked me if where we were and if we wanted to go down to his friend’s condo in Ortigas. I was really starting to wonder about the guy’s sense of direction. We were in Makati, and he wanted us to go to Ortigas. Might as well asked us to head to Timbuktu for all the trouble he already caused, and wanted to cause. And what the hell was his deal? Bakit ba kailangang kailangang kasama kami sa gimmick nila eh hindi nga kami close?!
 
Had fun hanging out and just talking and laughing with the girls though. (Frederick’s a girl by default.) But I couldn’t help wondering. I don’t know if it was my PMS or because the evening started out horribly pero I wasn’t having as much fun as I used to. Basta I just couldn’t explain it pero parang we’re growing apart. Or I’m growing apart from them. Sometimes, when we talk on the phone, I find there is nothing I can say to them. I don’t even get the urge to call them.
 
Needless to say, the night out was a complete failure. I don’t want to say that out loud because I spent so much, eh parang wala naman kaming napala. Mas masaya pa siguro o mas nakapagbonding pa kami kung nagsleepover na lang kami dito sa bahay.
 
Another thing, I don’t think I can keep up with their lifestyle. Ang gastos kasi eh. From the start, they’ve always known that I was always short on cash. We’re not rich, so I depend only on my school allowance for gimmick money. I never ask my parents to give me gimmick money, like they can. And they know that my folks are kind of strict when it comes to gimmicks because they were not home, pero they insist on night outs.
 
 
I hope I get out of this rut. The Ghorjus have stayed together for four whole years. I think that kind of friendship is the kind one shouldn’t let go of. Cliché as it may seem, but I want us to be friends until we get old and gray. Like, I’d make them ninangs of my future children. Friends forever.
 
*sighs*

Update 2
POSTED AT 04:20 AM

Batangas, April 1, 2005 Roadtrip to our home in Tanauan, Batangas with Tito Alvin and his family. Actually, Tita Guing was the only one who needed to go to Batangas, because she needed to collect the rent from the people who use our commercial area there but then my cousins clamored for a swimming trip, so OK. Swimming trip it is.

I really wasn’t on a swimming mood, but hey. Anything for the family. Watched over my younger cousins while they splashed around the ‘adult’ pool. Gave Ericka basic swimming lessons. Success. Snaps for me. Harhar.

Midday, we went back to the rented hut for lunch. Luck of all lucks, I got my period. Yeah, major gross out. Didn’t want to risk getting back in the pool and bleeding all over the place so I stayed with the adults and played with baby cousin Abi.

On the trip home, everone except me had dozed off. Even baby Abi was happily sleeping in the crook of my arm (she couldn’t stay in th front seat with her mom, traffic rules). In short, I wouldn’t be able to take a nap, else I might drop Abi. Textmates Jay and Vin-chan kept me awake the whole time, thank goodness.

Got home a little after six. Managed to catch some z’s before Full House.

Wanted to go online, even for just a little while, but was too exhausted to get up off the bed. Went to bed at around twelve pm, and didn’t wake up til eleven the following day.

Demmit. I am a bum.

Gallery Activated
POSTED AT 04:47 AM

Managed to make my gallery work. Uploaded the pictures na, so if anyone wants to view the photos, go on ahead!

Riiiight. Like anybody really visits this blog. Harhar.

May He Rest In Peace
POSTED AT 05:49 AM

One of the holiest, most influential and most powerful figures in our society today is on his way to meet God.

I've seen the Pope in person, and even though I was very young at that time, I felt a certain aura of holiness about him.

May Pope John Paul's soul sleep in eternal peace...

Maniacs Online
POSTED AT 06:01 AM

While chatting with my mom yesterday, this guy in my list PMed me. He had been on my contacts list for quite some time now (he added me and I thought he was one of my Ragnarok buddies) but he was never online so I never bothered asking him who he was.

Anyway, the P<. Exchanged hi's first, then he asked if he could view my cam (which was only activiated when I was chatting with my mother because I'm deathly non-telegenic). I told him no, I do not let people other than my mother view my cam. I asked if the Friendster photos he viewed before weren't enough. Actually he's PMed me before and always, always, he'd pester me about the friggin' camera. So he asked for my friendster account, again and I gave it to him. This is the part of the chat where I became really pissed off.

j0n_kris_26: wat’s ur e-ad again
silverwing015: <<<< read

at this part he probably went searching for my account in friendster. Haha, too bad for him, I was using my ‘Sadako’ pic at the time.

j0n_kris_26: ah ikaw yung pangit.
silverwing015: yup, that’d be me. Guwapo ka kasi eh. *sarcasm*
j0n_kris_26: pero pwede na for sex ;-)
silverwing015: if you think you are amusing then I suggest you consult a dictionary
silverwing015: dnt u remember? amusing can also be another word for funny
silverwing015: which, you, are unfortunately NOT
j0n_kris_26: =))
j0n_kris_26: come on baby, you know you want to.
silverwing015: I’m sorry, I don’t associate with horny idiots who couldn’t get laid if their lives depended on it. Goodbye. I have nothing more to say to you.

And with that I deleted him from my Contacts and put him in the Ignore List. Ay nako. Some people talaga, oo. It wasn't a big deal that he called me panget to my face, but it was another thing to tell me that I'm good enough for sex. I am not a friggin' whore, for cripessake. I found it very insulting. Not to mention infuriating.

To j0n_kris_26, if ever you stumble across this journal, I bid you good luck in your quest to find the one moron who’d agree to have sex with a pathetic idiot like you.

Grades Are Up. Whoopee.
POSTED AT 05:41 AM

Just viewed my grades online. My overall average for the entire year (excluding Phys Ed) is 1.95.

Lech...Ang baba. Worked my ass off and that is all I got.

Sana umabot ako sa cutoff. Wish me luck.

Oh yeah. Missing someone. (Saich, if you're reading this, don't roll your eyes, OK? It's not like I planned the whole thing. Whehe.)

Career Choices
POSTED AT 06:28 AM

Kat’s transferring to another school. She’s gathering all the needed paper as I type this entry. Why? Her mother wanted her to take up Nursing. Original plan was that she should finish the first year of Pharmacy and then shift to Nursing. UST BSN has ridiculously high standards so she wouldn’t be able to make it, or so she says. Couldn’t argue with that. I should know; I’ve put up with those ridiculously high standards for an entire school year. Anyway, that’s why she has to transfer. And that got me thinking you know, that I’m incredibly lucky that my parents aren’t pressuring me to a course I don’t want.

I just found out my mother is not happy I chose Nursing as my course. “Kasi para bang it’s not you. Do you get what I’m saying?” were her exact words. I told this to Tita Guing, and she agreed.

And I’m like…if not Nursing…what?

People say the best way to be successful in any career path is to love what you’re doing. Hobbies and interests must be taken into consideration when choosing a career.

So what do I love? What am I good at, really?

OK, so I like to write. It’s fun. Keeps me preoccupied when things become boring. It’s an outlet for my thoughts and emotions. But, dude. Get real. I couldn’t make it a career. I’m sure if I pass all my poetry to the TWG for critiqueing, the paper would bleed. I mean, hello. All I could ever write about was love love love, like all the other twenty thousand writers and writer wannabes do. I’d like to write a novel, even just a short one, but I couldn’t think of an original plot. First time I ever wrote a fanfic, it was so cliché, it’s embarrassing. I couldn’t write under pressure. So writing, not a good career choice. Cute hobby, but it wouldn’t give me the life I’ve been dreaming about.

Some told me I’m pretty good in drawing. I’d like to correct them. I’m pretty good in copying. Reproducing. I mean, I’ve drawn a few original pieces that look halfway decent but I’m not very creative. It takes me days to complete something presentable. Agnes, Monmon, Au, Nicole, Buen, Mela, Alaine…now these people were gifted with talented hands. The drawings, the images, details all flow from them effortlessly. Their drawings have life, movement, color. Mine stays a monochromatic picture (I never color my drawings, no good with coloring and shading). Heck, even my little cousin can draw better than I can.

I hate math so that crosses out anything with numbers, unless those numbers are going into my bank account. I’m not a very good cook, so buhbye culinary arts.

I design clothes, when I feel like it. Actually, I’m a very fashion inclined person. I just don’t have the money to buy what I want, nor the patience to find what I want at cheaper prices in Divisoria or Tutuban. Another cute hobby. Not a career choice. Besides, I don’t like to be stereotyped as shallow and superficial. (Oh come on. Like you’ve never done that before.)

I envy those people who really know what they want from the start. The ones who played doctor when they were kids and are now pediatricians or surgeons.

I guess I’ve never really focused on what I wanted to become when I was younger. When I was in elementary school, I barely had a social life. I had no hobbies. No special talents. I liked to read a lot, but that was it. I didn’t even discover my ‘knack’ for writing until I went to high school. All I ever did back then was study. My mind was always on academics, staying on the top and getting high grades. (yes I was once a top student.) I never dreamed. Whatever potential I might have possessed back then weren’t tapped into.

Oh no, I’m not thinking of giving up Nursing. I worked too hard to get here. And besides, I like this course. I just don’t want to be a nurse forever, you know? I just want to figure out what I want to be after I finished being a nurse.

This entry is starting to lose its point. But hey, it’s a journal. Random thoughts of a bored person. It’s not supposed to have a point.

‘Til later.

Better. Much Better.
POSTED AT 10:59 AM

Things are definitely looking up for this blogger.

Yesterday, April 8, is one of the most dreaded dates of UST BSN freshmen. Uh-huh. The Cutoff.

Imagine my glee when I saw my name on The List. Huuuuwheeeeee!!!! I made it! Hah! Mela's right in saying 'In your face!'.

All the Nursing Benchers made it through, thank goodness. Everyone was in a good mood when we left UST and made our way to Robinson's Galleria. My good mood wavered a little during the LOOOONG walk toward LRT2. And the walk toward MRT. And the walk from MRT to the mall itself. Hello. Even the most genki person on earth wouldn't stay Genki after that. The long walk itself wasn't too bad. It's just that I wore the wrong shoes and the heat was driving me insane. Harhar. I think the others wanted adventure, and adventure is what we got. Once we were subjected to air-conditioning and surrounded by food, the good mood was back.

Watched Hide and Seek (Robert De Niro, Dakota Fanning). Suspense. Kept me on the edge of my seat. Or maybe that's because I'm a huge coward. Ehe. It could've been better though. But don't take my word for it; go see for yourselves.

Tried looking for Marj's birthday present. I thought it'd be a snap, getting her something she'd like. I mean, the girl's usually very transparent. Her favorite things include anything brightly colored, sparkly and girly. How wrong I was. Nothing seems bright enough, or colorful enough for her. We thought of getting her a bright green bikini, for her to wear during her swimming party, but then we changed our minds. Back to the drawing board.

Hung around a little, window-shopped, laughed a lot. I had a great time. I hope the others did too.

Julian, Nicole's boyfriend, finally gave me the CD I asked him to make for me. Yay! It's a collection of anime theme songs. I wanted to hear those friggin' songs for God knows how long, but the original CD's cost to much for stingy, old me. If ever you're reading this, salamat, salamat! :D

Stairway to Heaven is over, finally. Jusko lord naman kasi. Grabe yung palabas na yon. One disaster after another. Like I said, it should've been titled  'A Series of Unfortunate Events', and not Stairway to Heaven.

I'm liking what's happening in Full House. Harhar.

Oo nga pala. The beeping's back. :D

Toldja everything's looking up.

Later..!

Emotional Lapse
POSTED AT 03:47 PM

My dad called today. Kamustahan and all. Then he asked me if I knew the song 'Dance With My Father' by Luther Vandross. I said I didn't, but I'd be happy to look for the song on the net. So I did.

this is how the lyrics go:

Back when I was a child
Before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high
And dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around till I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved

If I could get another chance
Another walk, another dance with him,
I'd play a song that would never ever end
How I'd love love love, to dance with my father again

When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me(yeah, yeah)
Then finally make me do just what my momma said
Later that night, when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me

If I could steal
One final glance
One final step
One final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never ever end
Cause I'd love love love to dance with my father again

Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
I'd hear how my mother cried for him
I'd pray for her even more than me
I'd pray for her even more than me

I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she' s dying to dance with my father again

Every night I fall asleep
And this is all I ever dream

It is such a lovely song..but my God. What struck me the most was how sad it sounded. While I listened to it, I wasn't able to help myself.

I cried.

Now if you knew me at all, you'd know that I rarely, rarely cry. I only cry when subjected to immense pain...and when I'm feeling an intense emotion.

I suddenly missed my father so much. He told me he heard it on the radio while he was at work, and he loved the lyrics but he didn't know the title. He called the radio station and asked for the title and artist, just so he could share it with us. It was like...oh god. I can't bring myself to write it down, coz I'm afraid it might come true.

Kaya sa mga bolero jan...When you say you miss someone you love, how I feel right now is ten times more than that. And you know how bad it feels to be afraid of losing someone? Now I do.

Now if you'll excuse me..I have to go blow my nose.

New Layout!
POSTED AT 01:59 AM

Whehehe... Alex, a new friend, made it for me. How cool, ne?

I really should make my own layouts. I mean, I do know my way around html. Only problem is, I suck at Photoshop. Ehe.

No matter. What are talented friends for? Nyahahaha. Joke. Someday I'll be able to return the favor.

Not much to say really. It's been pretty boring here for the past few days. Didn't get to go out much after the Bencher mall trip, except for that one time I attended mass with Kat, Jay and Edward which really couldn't be called 'going out'.

Have plans for the whole of Thursday. Saicho asked if I'd like to help her search for the perfect dorm, and I said yes. We'd be gallivanting around the UST perimeter Thursday morning. Afternoon, we're going to Angeline's birthday party. She also said she'd ask her folks if she could spend the night here at my place. Sleepover, yay! Whehe.

Til later! :D

Longest Day So Far
POSTED AT 01:32 AM

Thursday, April 13, 2005

It has been a loooooong day.

Woke up at seven to get ready for the day ahead. Met up with Saich and Buen around 9:30 at, where else, the benches. Went to the Hospital to get our Medical. Actually it's the reason why the day has become so damn long but I won’t elaborate on that. Much too gruesome.

Walked around P. Noval, trying to find a suitable dorm for Saich. Saw quite a few basketball varsity players coming out of Mini Stop. Ayos sa hangout ah. ^__^; Saw Loureck up close for the first time after, what, a year? I don't remember his face being riddled with craters. He looks so much better in the distance. Rukawa Kaede in the flesh. Went to get lunch at a carinderia and dessert at Harri’s. Met up with Kat and Frederick a little later. Saw the last of Kat’s mobile phone (will write about that later.) Dropped by Goldilocks to get a cake for Angeline. Those Goldilocks people are big fans of Stairway to Heaven. Saw a sample cake in the display with a message 'Congratulations, Choli and Jodi' and the Stairway theme song by Faith Cuneta was playing in the background. Burst out laughing. Remembered Vin-chan, who calls me Jodi and I call Cholo. Went to Angeline's place around 4pm. Damn..place was packed. Got to meet up with some old friends. Ate aplenty. Watched movies while eating aplenty. Konting inuman, konting daldalan, bonding and stuff. Got home just in time for a quick net session before Full House.


Thursday, April 14, 2005

Am going back to UST today to get the results of my Medical. Will meet up with Frederick and maybe Kat later to talk about something very important. Will update tonight.

Ciao.

Walk-a-Ton
POSTED AT 02:51 AM

April 14, 2005

Met up with Frederick and Kat around 1 pm to get my Medical results from the UST Lab. Brought only my Nokia8210, coz I was afraid that my other phone would get the same fate as Kat's. Damn cheap phone..battery went dead after one measly phonecall. Was supposed to meet up with Buen too, but I couldn't contact him. Kat doesn't have a phone anymore, and Frederick didn't bring his. Went back to the Benches, the Bank and the Hospital but didn't see him anywhere. Tried to call him last night when I got home, but no one was picking up. Sh*t naman oh..magagalit na naman sa 'kin yun eh.

Anyway, after I gave up looking for Buen, Frederick dragged us to the Security Bank in España to pay for his credit card bill. Up and down the overpass we went. Upon getting there, surprise. No bills payment every Monday and Friday. We had to find another bank, because if he didn't pay up today, he'd be overdue, and the fine for overdue bills was pretty steep. Back up and down the overpass once more, walked towards Laon-Laan to PNB. After the bills were paid, Frederick then said we had to go to Aling Ising's to get his measurements for the uniform. I really should've gotten mine too, but I didn't bring enough money for the downpayment.

After which, we headed back to UST to meet up with Jasmin. (Waw, kumpleto kame..!) Went to grab a snack for a while then we accompanied her to the post office. Chilled out at the Pavilion for a couple of hours, just talking, catching up. They were planning my 18th birthday for me..haha..cool. They said I should find an escort soon, and I'm like..duh, like, where!?. I don't want my escort to be just anyone, you know. Hn. if I really couldn't find one before October, I'd ask Paolo or Richard. I asked Richard before, and he agreed. If I asked Paolo, I'm sure he'd agree. Yun pa, eh he was born for these kind of things. ^.^

Dropped Jasmin off at her house before heading home.

Remember that time when I said, we're growing apart? I take that back. I guess I was just PMSing that time.

Later..! :D

Etcetera
POSTED AT 03:11 AM

Took these quizzes at CoolTests.com. Registered my name and the 'name' of my current crush. Results:

Are you in love?

Half-way in Love (35-70 points)
Chenyl, you are not completely in love with Ran-ai, but anything is possible in the future. Right now you just like him a lot. Maybe you've already passed the 'in love' stage or you're getting there. Either way: good luck with your relationship!

Do You Believe In Love At First Sight?

Crush at first sight (25-45 points)
Chenyl, you get a crush on somebody like Ran-ai very often. However you know the difference between having a crush on somebody and being in love. When you are interested in somebody very deeply then you use your good sense and curiosity to find out as much as possible about the other person. Your opinion: a crush can start spontaneously, but it takes time to develop deeper and long-lasting feelings.


Hmm...

Knew it. I'm not in love yet..! See that, Frederick? See that, Kat? Not in love. Hah. Kala nio ah. I don't fall in love easily. It takes a lot for me to fall. "...Good luck with your relationship!" Good luck is right...no wait...what relationship? Harhar.

And I really don't believe in love at first sight. But like Amanda in Head Over Heels, I believe in taking a deeper look. I get loads of crushes. Hey, if there's something I'm good at, it's spotting a cutie a mile away.

Usually, the persons I come close to falling in love with are very ordinary looking, but because I've gotten to know them, I like them even better.

Speaking of Ran-Ai...wonder how he's doing...?

Hahahaha. Right.

Dial Up Sucks
POSTED AT 02:45 PM

Been online for hours, trying to download songs. Nobody's online, so there's no one to chat with. I'm so frickin' bored.

People here at our house, esp. the kids, kept watching White Chicks over and over and over. I think the script is permanently etched on my brain.

Buen's still annoyed with me. Can't blame him. I wouldn't dare talk to him..at least until I know his annoyance has blown over.

Jomar came over this afternoon, and since I had nothing to do, I asked if he could teach me how to play the guitar. Boy, can that guy play. Nakakahiya nga eh..haha. Medyo slow kasi ang pickup ko kanina..I just couldn't get the friggin strumming right, and my teeny tiny fingers are having a hard time transitioning. He's been very patient, in fairness. He said I'd get it in time.

Am supposed to meet up with Saich again tomorrow, but she cancelled..said she's sick. Too much sun and swimming, I suppose. Ehe.

Both my Globe and my Sun numbers have been pretty much silent throughout the day. Wonder if everyone's got something to do but me. Didn't get to chat with my mom this week. I was asleep when she went online.

*sighs*

Happy Hour
POSTED AT 02:30 AM

...draws near. Marj's birthday bash. Only...*counts fingers* 4 more days to go!

Pretty excited 'bout it, though I really should get her a present first. Easy enough, if not for the fact that I'm broke.

What to bring? What to wear? Harhar.. can you say shallow..?

Haven't had much to do here. Still no news about Kat's phone. Mine's still pretty quiet. *shrugs*

Damn. I'm craving for ice cream.

Wala lang.

A Whole Lotta Quizzes
POSTED AT 08:29 AM

Your True Birth Month Is October

Selfish Decisive Romantic Emotional Concerned Daydreamer Sympathetic Just and fair Loves to chat Bad tempered Loves outdoors Very opinionated Strong clairvoyance Attractive and suave Easily lose confidence Always making friends Does not lie or pretend Touchy and easily jealous Inner and physical beauty Treats friends importantly Seldom helps unless asked Easily hurt but recovers easily Soft-spoken, loving and caring Loves those who love in return Spendthrift and easily influenced Does not care of what others think Loves to travel, the arts and literature

Your Japanese Name Is...

Noriko Kajuji

Your Linguistic Profile:

55% General American English

25% Yankee

10% Dixie

10% Upper Midwestern

0% Midwestern

Your Inner European is Italian!

Passionate and colorful. You show the world what culture really is.

Your Irish Name Is...

Zoe Sheridan

You Are 55% Normal (Somewhat Normal)

While some of your behavior is quite normal... Other things you do are downright strange You've got a little of your freak going on But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself

You Will Die at Age 76

76 You're pretty average when it comes to how you live... And how you'll die as well.

Your Brain is 86.67% Female, 13.33% Male

You have the brain of a girly girl Which isn't a bad thing at all You're emphatetic, caring, and in tune with emotions. You're a good friend and give great advice.

You Are 22 Years Old

22 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

CHENYL   

C	is for	Complex
H	is for	Heavenly
E	is for	Enchanting
N	is for	Natural
Y	is for	Yummy
L	is for	Luscious

...

Boredome can do this to you.

Voila
POSTED AT 11:45 AM

After taking those personality quizzes, let me present to you a new character. Harhar. I just might use her as a fictional character in an original piece I’d write in the future. What? Every writer must start somewhere.

Name: Zoe Noriko Sheridan
Age: 22 years old, but looks and acts like a 16 year old
Month of Birth: October
Zodiac: Libra
Origin: Part Italian, Part Japanese.
Homecountry: Originally Italy, but then moved to the Americas
Gemstone: Opal
Eye color: violet
Hair color: dark brown

Semi-normal; has a freaky side. Femme all the way, but somewhat in touch with her masculine side. Very much indecisive. A romantic, deep, deep down. Emotional at times. Concerned, especially when it comes to friends and family. Big daydreamer. Sympathetic? Maybe. Just and fair, most of the time, especially when she has to stop an argument. Loves to chat about anything and everything. Somewhat opinionated. Strong clairvoyance: can detect a cutie, a queer guy or a potential suitor/stalker right away. Attractive and suave..to the blind. Easily loses confidence, esp. when PMSy. Always making friends, Does not lie or pretend…all the time. Easily jealous, when her beau is not really her beau…yet. Inner and physical beauty remains to be judged by others. Treats friends importantly. Is not easily hurt. Recovers easily, depending on the degree of hurt. Wishes she was soft-spoken. Loving and caring. Spendthrift, bordering on stingy. Not easily influenced. Does not care of what others (save people she loves) think. Loves travelling, arts and literature. Unpredictable. Colorful..dresser. Well-rounded and lively.

...

Whoa. Cool. Haha.

Too Damn Tired to Think of A Heading
POSTED AT 11:40 AM

I am very much tired.

Tito Alvin and his family are going to spend a few days here. Of course, they brought favorite baby cousin Abigail with them. Yay! Haha. The little tyke’s grown so much in so little time. She has learned to crawl on her own, and wants to spend every moment trying to go everywhere on her hands and knees. She also has this penchant for putting everything she gets ahold of into her mouth. In other words, we can’t leave her alone. Spent all morning taking care of her while Tita Debbie helped Tita Guing with the chores. OK lang. I liked playing with the kid anyway. Haha. No wonder people are asking if Abi was my kid. (Whether I should be insulted or not, I have yet to decide.) Almost half of my phone memory were comprised of snapshots of Abi and me.

Kat asked me if I can go with her to Edward’s apartment (Edward’s dad wanted to speak to her about the missing phones) but Tita Guing said we had to go to Quiapo so we can canvas invitation prices. Already found what I liked, and I think it’s a keeper. Tried to look for possible souvenirs, but no such luck.

Also got a present for Marj. It’s nothing special, but it has Marjorie written all over it. (Figuratively speaking of course.) Stopped over at Jolibee for merienda (sheeeeeeet..ansarap ng strawberry sundae! ^.^) before finally heading home. Even rode the same PUJ as Wesley, the College of Nursing Council President, did. At least, I think that was him.

Got home, played with Abi for a couple of hours before I could get a chance to bond with my computer.

No one’s online again. Hah. I’m starting to think that I was on the net when they were giving out lives.

Til later.

Family Feud. And It’s Not the Game Show
POSTED AT 03:05 AM

Today the unthinkable happened. My brother ran away.

I’ve never written about him, but that’s because his misbehaviors are way too much for a single post. He had been neglecting his studies for the past few years, and wasn’t improving any. He’s received a lot of scoldings and pleading from my parents (who are working abroad). You’d think he’d cut them some slack and at least try to improve himself, at least for our parents sake. Instead, he kept his schoolwork status the way it was, and even managed to defy every house rule my Tita has set for us (out past curfew, going out without permission, letting his male classmates go up to the 2nd floor of the house to name a few). My parents have tried to understand him, they truly did. I saw their efforts. Though both of them are abroad, our communication was frequent and often. When he came home late last night, my mother had had enough. She said Nero was to stop his schooling, and that whatever he does, we shouldn’t report to them because they do not care anymore. They are sick of being part of his miserable life.

When I went down for breakfast this morning, Tita Debbie, our visiting relative, asked if Jomar (one of my brother’s kabarkada) had any of his things here because Nero left this morning with a bag and that excuse. We haven’t heard from him yet, and I’m pretty sure we won’t be hearing from him anytime soon.

Here’s to hoping he’s OK.

Family Feud Updated
POSTED AT 10:33 AM

I was very much relieved when Nero called me the other day on my mobile phone. He told me he was at Jaro's (another kabarkada) and he might be staying there for a while. He didn't say when he'd be coming home. I tried to talk him out of it, but he said he needed time to think and straighten himself out. So OK. I just told him to take care of himself and that I trusted him not to get into any more trouble.

To mela, diegy, raydon and all those who've been understanding and supportive....thank you..:)

Of Pool Parties, Frustrated Singers and Card Players
POSTED AT 02:20 AM

*WARNING* Long Post

Event: Marj's 18th Birthday
When: April 23 - 24, 2006
Where: Blessed Springs (?) Pansol, Laguna
Guest List:
Benchers: Girlie, Nicole, Buen, Paolo, Frederick, Louise

Kulto: Yvette, Angeline, Rae, Farissa, Farrah, Aiza, Jerwin (sorry if I can't remember some..tao lang..ehe..)

Marj's relatives and neighbors.

Saturday: Woke up at 4am to get ready. My stuff is all ready, since I packed it all the previous night. Had a breakfast of Sky Flakes before Buen came 'round and picked me up. Got to school quarter to 5 am. No one was at the Benches yet so Buen and I decided to wait at the Pavilion. Hey, the Benches are pretty creepy at that time of day. Not to mention swarming with mosquitoes. Ick. Neither of us wanted to get Dengue.

5:30, people started to arrive, but we didn't get to leave until 7am. Had to wait for the others (Paolo was last to arrive...why am I not surprised..? Ehe.) and then there's this weird incident which involved one of the PUJ's we were supposed to use and a spaztic driver.

7:30, we were on the road, inhaling all of Manila's lovely pollution. Whatever. At least we were on our way. ROADTRIP! ^.^ Stopped over at Petron to pick Girlie up and get some refreshments. 10:30, we reached our destination. Marj rented out a residence in a village for 24 hours. What a coincidence...this village is the same one that we went to the when the Ghorjus 4 had a pool party. Nice place. Big enough pool, cooking/eating areas, restrooms, swing set, wall climbing deck and 2 bedrooms. Php 15,000 well spent.

Unloaded our stuff into the room. Eyebrows rose and laughter sounded upon seeing the room we were supposed to occupy. Marj's relatives were to share one bedroom, and so are her friends. Umm...we were how many? Around 15 right? We were to share one room. All of us. Haha. Total bonding time ito. We had work out some kind of sleeping schedule. It's impossible for all of us to fit inside.

Had lunch first before getting into our swimsuits and jumping into the pool. Natawa ako nung lumusong si Rae. She was born for the water. She glided through a length of the pool with ease. Rica called her 'ang tunay na Marina'. Spent a couple of hours in the pool with the Benchers, then retired to the room with them. Kwentuhan time, then one by one we dropped off to Slumberville. Woke up with a weary body and a froggy voice. Sleeping in front of the air-con, in a wet bathing suit and without so much as a jacket, bad idea. Marj dragged me down to the karaoke machine and made me sing in that froggy voice. -__-; She blew out her birthday candles a little later. All her friends and some of her relatives said their birthday messages before attacking the cakes.

Back to the pool right after. Played wacko games in the water, but poor ol' me couldn't join in some. Not a very good swimmer, you see. Sobra eh. Nung sumampa lahat ng babaeng Benchers kay Buen, isa-isa silang nalagas pagdating dun sa malalim na part ng pool. Ako lang ang matindi yung kapit. Ehe. Sobrang takot malunod eh. ^__^;

Then there was this weird game Saich, Buen and Nic made up involving an inner tube and three people. Three people were supposed to hold on to different sides of the inner tube. Then they'd pushed towards the deep end of the pool. They would have to figure out how to get back on the other side without any help, and without letting go of the tube. Had lots of laughs on that one. Mega ab-builder. Workout eh. You can really feel the muscles in your stomach contracting. Buen, Saich and Nic took longer than Rica, Louise and I. Maybe that's because they were laughing so much. I was much too scared to even think of laughing. (Hoy, couldn't laugh while I'm trying not to drown noh.) When the sun was starting to go down, we went to the shallow part of the pool and stayed there talking about everything we can think of.

Merienda time, and then we all decided to freshen up. Went up to the room again, checked our phones for messages and missed calls, and took showers. My allergies are on overdrive again. (My freakishly sensitive skin is allergic to EVERYTHING, including my own sweat.) Had dinner of barbecued chicken, rice and ripe mangoes for dessert. Namputek. There goes my month-long dieting. Bonding time in the bedroom, talking about our favorite movies of all time. Saich mentioned this hole in the ceiling of our restroom, saying it reminded her of Ju-On. So the scarefest began. Big chicken that I was, huddled close to Paolo and Nic. It only stopped when Marj called us down for drinks. As in, Tama Na Yan Inuman Na. The other Benchers sat by the pool while waiting for the beverages. I went over to the Kulto people, who were sitting near the swingset. Fards (Farissa), holy cow, is a master of the strings. As on guitar strings. She played a number of songs, while Rae and I sang along. (Who knew my froggy voice is enough for acoustic..?^o^) Three bottles of Baileys and several packs of junk food later, the Kulto people retired to the bedroom while the Benchers stayed behind. Woozy na si Buen. Nakalima ata eh. ^__^; Saich and I occupied the swing set, and chatted with Louise. Then, an evil pack of cards landed on the tables in front of us, along with an evil bilao of sushi. Shet. Must...resist...pig-out...tendency...AAAGGH!!! Not resisting well! All the others, save Louise and I, played cards. Rica is the queen of cards. Putek, lampaso talaga yung iba. Quotable quotes of the night: "Ay shet, mali!" - anyone who made the wrong move, "Yes, hindi ako kulelat!" - Paolo, who hated losing, "MALE! MALE! MALEEEEEEEEE!" - Buen, masyadong nadala ng emosyon nung nagkamali ng tira.

While they played with the evil cards, some of the Kulto people (who stayed behind) had fun with the karaoke. Yvette and I even LA walked to the tune of…actually, I can’t remember the song, but it was a helluva laugh. I declared myself Master of the Mic when the remaining Kulto peepz joined their kin in the bedroom. Annoyed the other Benchers with my froggy renditions of Shania Twain’s Man, I Feel Like A Woman, Tamia’s Officially Missin’ You, Utada Hikaru’s First Love and many others.

Sunday: This frustrated singing, card playing and bonding went on until the sun went up and it was time for coffee. Ungas na Paolo, inuto pa ko. Timpla ko daw siya ng kape, kc msarap DAW ako mgtimpla. (Couldn’t remember when I did this for him. Turns out it was when we were both reviewing for the Chem exam, and it was so early in the morning.)

Kulto people woke up around 7am and the groggy Benchers hogged the bedroom until 9am. Left the place around 10:30. Weird. The Benchers did an all-nighter, but the Kultos were the ones who were knocked out on the trip home. Wala lang. Another little incident; (I have no idea what happened because I drifted off to sleep at that point) a traffic officer asked us to pull up. Whatever. Didn’t take very long though. Good thing. Nakasabay ko pa sa jeep ung ate ni jaycee. Yeah, THAT Jaycee, from 2nd year. Don’t think Jam recognized me. Hel-lo. All grown up, sporting a new hairstyle, and sunglasses? Oh well.

Yvette, Rae and I went home together, very tired but so very happy. We should do this more often.

Next big event, Girlie’s Birthday. ^___^;

Til then! :D

Endings, Brothers and Scandalous Skirts
POSTED AT 01:15 PM

The one show that made me believe in the power of television again is now over. The last episode of Full House was aired on GMA last night. How sad indeed.

Kinda made me think though, if I were still writing for The Aquinian, I would’ve done a feature article on it, maybe even co-writing it with Saich. *sighs* I miss writing terribly.

Nero’s back home now. Though relieved that he is all right, I can’t help getting irritated with him. I mean, he said he ran away so he could think and straighten himself out. Huh. What a load of bull. First thing he did when he came home was get into a dispute because of the phone with yours truly. And then there’s this other thing he did (will not write it anymore, too personal) that really got Tita Ging ticked off. I mean, he hasn’t even atoned for his past misbehaviors, here he is again, adding up to them. He’s out right now, went to the Summer Slam with his friends.

The rest of the family went to Tagaytay for the whole day. (Yeah, I was with them) Originally,we were to go to Tanauan to collect the rent (end of the month). Since it’s summertime, and I knew how humid the weather can get, I wore a short jean skirt and slip-ons. One should know that other than my rubber shoes, all my other footwear have heels. Ay nako. No one informed me that we would be going to the Picnic Grove in Tagaytay.

I usually loved going to the Picnic Grove. Lunch in the outdoors, boating, watching the fantastic scenery while on horseback the whole day? It’s an ideal outing! But today all I can think of was the phrase “wrong shoes, wrong shoes, wrong shoes”. And then there’s the fact that some of the, err, horse-people (ehe, I don’t know what the hell they’re called; the ones who come up to you and offer the services of their horses. Ay shet. That sounds so damn wrong. -__-; ) seem like they’ve never seen legs before. Sure, maybe it’s because most of the people there are in jeans or shorts but, for the love of God, get a grip! It would’ve been forgiveable if I had a model’s legs, then I would have understood. Pero hinde eh. I endured several catcalls and wolf whistles (taunting or admiring, I didn’t stay long enough to find out), trying to ignore them as best I can. Kala ko sa Manila lang yan. Hindi pala.

Oh yeah. Shouldn’t forget about the conservative party. A group of ladies who were probably in their mid-thirties or forties, raised their eyebrows when we passed by. They were whispering (loudly) among themselves, saying “Ano ba naman yang suot ng babaeng yan”, or something along the same lines. I abhor people like those. Like Jo-chan always says, kanya-kanyang trip lang yan. Kung di ka pinapakelaman, wag mo pakelaman. I couldn’t help saying, just as loudly, “Sa susunod, pag magbubulungan, siguraduhing walang nakakarinig ha?”. Nabuwisit ako eh. PMSy pa naman ako kanina. Sobra naman yung paldang yon. Skandalosa. Eh chipipay na skirt lang yon na binili sa Divisoria eh!

Other than that, I enjoyed spending the day with Tita, Cerise, and my two cousins Jerome and Ericka. (Didn’t get to go horsback riding because of my friggin’ attire) I learned my lesson. Next time, I’m bringing a change of clothes.