it's not okay

i though i was someone who's more optimistic than the rest, who sees the bright side of life in the shadows, and who thinks subjectively when it comes to people's personalities.

but no. this day reminded me how i am not who i thought i was. everyone deserves a fair chance at everything, an impartial judgment, and most of all, everyone deserves someone's friendship. whenever i meet people who are downright unlikeable, i try to veer off of their presence. i keep my mouth shut when they start saying annoying things. in short, i avoid being with them because i can't stand their attitude. but this is unfair, a good friend of mine indirectly showed me how my ways are wrong. how, i'm being selfish by avoiding these kind of people. how i'm being selective of my company. didn't God say, love one another? one another. it's a collective term referring to everyone we know.

the problem is, whenever we meet people who badly need to change something in their personality, instead of guiding them along the path to transformation, we leave them. we tolerate them. that's what indifferent friends do. that's what fake friends do. they're too afraid to try to change their friend, probably because of the fear of losing him in the process, or the fear of being taken the wrong way.

this day, i was heavily reminded of the fact (and i insist on it being one) that EVERYONE HAS A GOOD SIDE. it's just that sometimes, one side is bigger than the rest so we think we're facing a wall and forget about exploring the entire dimension.

that should be my mantra when i meet uncool people. everyone has a good side. everyone has a good side. everrryyyyone. yes, Lord, thank you.

i don't know what about this day exhausted me to hell, but when i came home, i came to daddy at the basement to say hello and went directly to the office bedroom. i slept for 3 hours, good thing dad woke me up or i'll be on REM stage the entire night and forget about the script i'm suppose to pass tomorrow.

good news: I WON in the poster making contest hosted by the college library (where i work, LOL). they just didn't tell me which place (1st, 2nd, or 3rd) but i couldn't care less. i care more about the cash price! :D haha will know tomorrow.

most depressing news of the day? I LOST MY BLACK PEN. it's not just a black pen, it's 'the' black pen from the set of staedtler colored felt tip pens i have! haaaaay.

anyway. right, i have a script to make. whew. :)

thank you talaga Lord, sobra!

whew!

#1: magkano ang binigay na paycheck ni ate yet sayo? >:))
- secret! enough for 3 days worth of labor. ;P

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will make kwento tomorrow. i'm soooo frakking tired! but i'm glad it's through! thank God it's finally overrrrr!!! whew! :P

tomorrow, poster making contest with jec! HAHA thursday... i dunno... friday, i think i'll be hosting another event. a minor one, this time. so sana. okay. hahaha

haha thank you Lord, because you helped adrian and i through the entire program! wahahaha :P

haaaay

tired! but everything's pretty fine! :P when i came to school this morning i was bombarded with a lot of things to do! we had to set up the stage at the library and escort the gradeschool students in their book parade. immediately after that, we had to prepare for 'deal or no deal' naman. i had no time for lunch tuloy haha. what drained me was walking and standing on high heels. yun lang naman. other than that. oks naman. :P then, adrian and i were finally given the script for the event we will host tomorrow. i dunno. i hope everything's gonna be fine tomorrow. :D Lord ha! :P


wait. i just received my first ever paycheck! HAHA :P thank you, thank you! :P

hangover

seriously, last night was the drunkest i've ever been in my entire life. and i was aware i have to wake up early in the morning to attend the motorcade.

grabe. last night was super fun! we stayed at ka's apartment at sm mezza... ate dinner, played cards, got wild and drunk, all to the beat of the endless techno music playing at the radio (define endless! literal! the music won't stop e haha). haha the building is new so ka doesn't have any neighbors yet haha so basically, we took on the entire place laughing like crazy! HAPPY BIRTHDAY KA! :D :D

i alarmed at 530am and woke up with a terrible headache. one of my classmates said it's bad to take a shower when you're still having a hangover so i left the place without taking a bath. it was a major creeper having to walk the empty hallway... the doors are still covered in plastic cos the place is new, tapos the elevator is the creepiest thing! it's also new, so the walls are still kinda filled with adhesive tapes yun basta... tapos punit punit na emf! horror movie talaga ang dating. whew. katakot much!

and you know what, alam kong may tama pa ko that morning, cos i can't freaking walk straight. whenever i put my head down to look at the floor, umiikot ang mundo ko. it took me a lot of effort to cross the overpass and buy hot chocolate from jollibee. haaay grabe.

anyway. fast forward to the motorcade...
wala... di ko tinapos. nasuka ba naman ako sa loob?! buti na lang hindi ko (yata) nasukahan yung kotse. nakakahiya. HAHAHA di ko kinaya eh. 15 yata kami sa kotse omg lang diba?! HAHA

whew.
k, alis na ko. bbye! :D

jitters!

hala!
deal or no deal, amazing race, ambassador/ambassadress of goodwill, mandatory poster making contest, motorcade.

whew.
busy-busyan ulit.

tomorrow, KA's new apartment. yehezz naman... ano to inuman ulit?! HAHA i'm trying to control my beer belly pa naman... pero go sige! :P aaaaand, wait... magmamaganda ako sa foundation week. walang aangal. girl ako! :P

yehey! GALAWIDE AKO THIS WEEKEND!!
WAHAHAHA!!!

RIP prof. ruperta r. asuncion :(

i just heard news that prof ruperta asuncion passed away last february 3, 2009 (11am) due to stage 4 cancer.

i could still remember how everyone regarded her as a terror teacher. i was a freshman when she became my english professor at uplb and it's in her class that i realized how stressful college could be. as a freshman, she was a complete shocker to me. at that time she was the most demanding teacher i've ever met (now she's only next to sir pol mojica haha). she always reminds us not to get into relationships early, not to get pregnant while in college and to avoid guys, she would ask each one of us if we have boyfriends/girlfriends already and comment on it hahaha. plus, she would flunk a quiz/seatwork/hw written on a TORN yellow pad. she wants them CUT, with scissors. she hates seeing those paper fibers hanging on the sides of the paper. everything we pass to her has to be strictly formatted and smokin clean. hahaha it's also in her class that i get to visit the main library often. hey, did you know that the person at the front door of the libary who counts the students coming in and checks our bags is called a sentinel? yeah, i know sentinel... but it's pretty much a guard, in lay man's terms. sorry, labo.

despite being quite a monster in class, she's really a warm hearted, fun and kind person outside class hours, almost like a mother with the way she comments on our projects. i still feel sad about this news. mam asuncion, God bless you, you are a great teacher. :'(  LOL it's quite a shame that i never knew she was an author until NOW, when i did some research.

so yeah, RIP. i know you're doing good up there.  :D

ok

the rizal book i'm reading is SOOOOOO biased. i mean, come on! rizal isn't even good looking, why are so many girls falling for him? and it's written like he's some kind of a rich handsome diplomat. ay grabe, ang biased eh! honestly ah, i think they're overstating it.

the book is quoting passages from rizal's diary, which means the author has a copy of it... and if that's the only thing he's basing rizal's psychological profile from (aside from history), then daaaamn, i couldn't imagine how glorious his profile would be. i mean, how does the author know gertrude beckett is really in love with rizal? o-sei-san? adelina boustead? did they get these girls' sides?


yeah right, it's written in his diary! that's rizal's fucking diary, it's HIGHLY possible that he's under the illusion that these girls are freaking in love with him, and he's writing it on every page of his journal. i'm not against rizal or anything... i respect him, yeah, but the book! i was hoping i'd get a better picture of his life but all i see is how he's such a great patriot, always thinking of his fellowmen, indulging in euro-trips in search for philippine history. ok. it's a travel journal as far as i can tell.

aside from the irritating partiality the book presented, the structure is overkill. he's a historian at first then he jumps into being an opinion columnist. i'm confused, it's switching from objective to subjective and it's freaking disturbing.

rizal: life, works and ideals == is not worth 285. :P

rizal, i want to know you. i'm just being too prejudiced. sorry.

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// i saw my crush! i frakkkkking couldn't speak. again. why oh why? =___=;