From the land of Facebook

I have seen this on facebook, and because I’m not doing anything… I thought about posting it here… Wala lang…

1. Dapat ba gwapo?
>Yes. He must be atleast presentable, not necessarily jaw dropping handsome but one that I can introduce to people proudly. Ang pangit naman kung maganda ako tapos siya hindi…

2. dapat ba matalino?
> Definitely yes. The reason why I fidget on dates is because I can’t find a decent thing to talk about. So naturally, he must have some interesting thing to say.

3. preferred Age?
> I prefer someone older or anyone who shows maturity beyond his age. I can’t be a mom to my boyfriend. I’m already one at home.

4. preferred height?
> Someone taller than me, but not too much. I’m insecure when it comes to height.

5. How about sense of humor?
> Ofcourse! I love to laugh and if he can’t mumble anything that tickles my brain... well, he better learn to read.

6. How about piercings?
> No. I’ll forgive him if he looks like Josh Duhamel or Jude Law.

7. Accepts you for who you are?
> If he doesn’t, he can just get lost.

8. Pink hair?
>If he was born with it, otherwise we can buy razors.

9. mushy or no?
>Yes. But not the spare-me-that-crap-kinda mushy. Just enough to make me feel giddy.

10. Thin or fat?
> Not fat. It’s unhealthy. Can be thin if he doesn’t go on a diet, that would be creepy.

11. Moreno or chinito or mestizo?
> I don’t care. That’s being racist man!

12. Long hair or short hair?
> Short clean cut hair without fuzz.

13. Plastic or metal?
> None. I hate plastics and metals are too hard.

14. Smells good?
> Hell yeah, I have a nose like a dog. I can tell what you have eaten even after washing your hands with soap (I can even tell what kind of soap you are using!)... Swear…

15. Smoker?
> uhh! Hates it!

16. Drinker?
> I drink occasionally so yeah… it’s fine so long as he’s not into it.

17. Boy-next-door type?
> Whatever. I really don’t care. As long as he doesn’t stand on doorways checking every girl out.

18. Musically inclined?
>It’s a plus but I’m not forming a band here.

19. Plays piano?
> Pwede… Nothing can be more romantic than a sight of a guy in tux playing piano.

20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?
> Acoustic. And I’ll be drooling if he can sing like Jason Mraz too!

21. Plays violin?
> I don’t know… OK, why not.

22. Sings very good?
> oh yes… please? So he can rock me to sleep.

23. Vain?
> He just needs to take care of his body, not the metro guy type. I always think they’re an inch closer to being gay.

24. With glasses?
> Not necessarily. Di na uso yan, kaya nga may contacts diba?

25. With braces?
> At our age? That’s pretty unusual.

26. Shy type?
> Definitely not. I’m shy so he can’t be shy too. We’ll be shying our way out of the relationship.

27. Rebel or good boy?
> Though rebels intrigue me, I still want my guy to be good. He’ll exhaust all my ATP from worrying.

28. Active or passive?
> What fun will it boast to be with a passive guy? Plus, he’ll explode like a medieval bomb when he can’t take me anymore.

29. tight or bomb?
> Huh? Yeah I’m dumb to these kinds of things.

30. Singer or dancer?
> Can sing and dance, he doesn’t need to be good at it.

31. Suplado?
> Suplado na nasa lugar… nakakarindi yung laging nakasimangot noh.

32. Hiphop?
> duh… nope!

33. Earrings?
> Just as I said, no.

35. Torpe?
> Torpes are cute but I’m not coming after them so he better learn how to speak (pwede di masyado articulate..hehehe)

36. Mr. count-my-ex-girlfriends-until-you-drop?
> Hell no! What am I? Future one of his ex girls? I’ll fry him in oil if he tells me that!

37. Dimples?
> ohhhh… dimpled guys are adorable…

38. Bookworm?
> Not necessarily but he must be smart and he reads when he needs to.

39. Mr. love letter?
> I love it when I receive lovely letters… don’t overdo ofcourse or I’ll burn it in trash.

40. Makulit?
> The key is moderation. I’m around with kids often so I tolerate that kind of behavior. I’ll tell you when it’s not fun anymore.

41. Flirt?
> Do you wanna die? Just flirt with ME.

42. Poem writer?
> oh yes please?... I love anything that pulls my heart strings.

43. Serious?
> When he needs to. But not ALL the time. Read: ALL THE TIME.

44. Campus crush?
> That would be find, as long as he doesn’t abuse his gift and his eyes are only on me.

45. Painter ..?
> If he paints a clear picture of things, I can never appreciate abstract. I don't know... I just can't.

46. Religious?
> Doesn't matter. He must only believe and fear God.

47. Alaskador?
> Not too much please... I'm too pikon for that.

48. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?
> Huh! Basta hindi addict. Im a net freak myself anyways...

49. Speaks 20 languages?
> Sure, why not? so when we travel i don't need an interpreter with me.

50. Loyal o faithful?
> Both. If one is lacking, screw him! he can get lost or I can get lost..hehee.. :)

Dissapointment

Have you ever been disappointed in your life? Like dead-flat-turned-over-then-squashed disappointed? Its cccrrrazyyyy! You wanna scream all air out from your filthy alveoli and punch someone straight in the face. My small hands also wanna get hold of every glass in the peripheries so I could break it while swearing every foul word there is that even the Lamia will bow down to me shivering in utter surrender! *whew*

Oh well, I guess that pretty is it. All I need is my cookies ‘n cream icecream with blueberry cheese cake on the side. Yumyum…And that got me thinking… I think I’ll just have my home-made mocha iced coffee. Where is Clarion when I need it? *sniff*

warm... warm... warm...

I love to introduce someone proudly to everyone and i love it when someone introduce me proudly to everyone.. its such a nice, warm, giddy, pleasant, cant-explain-it-but-feels-good feeling... *sigh*

Tear-Jerking films

I’m an official tear-jerker movie/ tv series/ noon time show junky. I cried buckets on Nicholas Sparks’ A Walk to Remember. Heck! I can’t even remember one single time I haven’t cried watching this movie... The poor DVD player must have given up eating the same scarred-from-over-used disk.

And I thought Sassy Girl won my Best Sniffer award until Shobe introduced me to it’s prequel “Wind Struck”. I never stopped sniffing, lucky no one barged in my room while I feast on tissue papers in near suffocation related to overt display of emotions.

Anyhoo (jolog term of anyway/anyhow), Mommy and I just watched Wowowee (even after swearing not to take even a fleeting glimpse of those hosts with earsplitting voices). Because the guests are Lolos and Lolas who remain married over 40 years, the atmosphere suddenly changed from sunny bright to nostalgic. She reminiscence their happy times with Daddy Pat with tears clawing its way on her fragile senile skin, the scene was uuummmmm… OK heartbreaking. I never thought Mommy still cry on her husband’s death, I mean I thought people can just forget about the feeling (whatever it is) when the clock had its way around. I thought time erases emotions… No matter how great it is. I guess I just haven’t felt enough.
photo from here

Finally! After 7 emotional days of watching “One Liter of Tears”, my depressive mode has come to its conclusion. I don’t think I can risk a heart Attack from watching that series, heartsqueezing is an understatement. I realized all too much, and I need to do all too many things. I guess the prospect of death really puts you to the edge.

blogspot illiterate

If you have been following my blog since my first entry (or you can review it now), you can see how dry and monotonous it looks. Reason? I have been writing my entries at the Edit Html part...

yeah, I know... I'm dumb alright.

everytime i read other blogs, i get so envious about their colorful fonts with bold words to make their entries more alive, more inviting to read...

so yeah... i learned this after Shobe pointed the compose part, and I can never stop blogging because of my newest discovery.. weeeeeeeeeee!

a tribute to papa

No matter how much I hated my papa for doing what he did in the past, I will always be forever thankful to him.

He disciplined me and my siblings well. I guess the belt and your rough calloused hands did work a little to tame this unruly teeny weeny soul. Thank You. Because of you I seized to steal (even if its just 5 pesos from mom’s, not your pocket), I learned the importance of trust, and you taught me that money is never free.

The salt too did a miracle to our knees, not only did we bow down to conform to your set of rules, it made me realize what boulevard I am unconsciously heading. Thank You. I learned enemies are not to be hated, and that education is eternally mandatory for a good life in the future.

No matter how much we hated it to visit the farm, you obliged us to and I discovered the beauty of nature in the process. I learned to embrace simplicity and happiness in small, essential things in life. Thank You. And though you haven’t done well in taking care of the place, still learning from your mistake helped me to be more wary in dealings with people.

You had your share of mistakes pa, and some of it I learned to forgive but I can never eradicate it from my scattered memory. I’m sorry. As they say, only amnesia and death can erase everything we want to forget. But through you, I have, for the first time in my entire life, appreciated mama. She has drawn a clear picture of what true, unconditional love is, she demonstrated sacrifice for the sake of the family, and she has shown how great your love for the three of us. Thank You.

Thank You papa for giving up your comfy life style here in Davao to work for us. Your job in Japan is strenuous enough for young, healthy men and I never thought of you doing it but you did. Thank You. Please keep yourself and mama safe and healthy. There is no need to worry about us here. You have raised us well and we are old enough to discern \what is right (or wrong for us).

Everytime I see your photos in Japan, you look like those fathers in koreanovelas we usually watch on TV. It makes me smile all the time because I would imagine myself the female lead who has a father who works so hard for the family but who seem to end up doing the wrong thing all the time. You’re not that though, not all the time..hehehee…

I love you pa, and again, thank you.

Happy Fathers Day!

Meet my Papa...
Jose L. Te ( You can call him Jun, Pahol, Dong etc...)

Pogi ko noh?

He's not the exact father I have dreamed to have but oh well... I love him. And he taught me a lot... A LOT. So Happy Father's Day Pa!

I love You!

I love my Classmates....

..and I love facebook already. All these suddenly-organized-laags has been the product of fruitful conversations of the most idle people/ bum/ not-so-ex-students in the world.
photo from here

For starters, we decided to do the most unnatural thing for the 3 of us. Spend our precious left over money on a coffee. The sight was awkwardly, ultimately funny. We spent minutes in the counter, looking dumb-struck (especially Marion) at the prices of coffee while deciding if we would really risk dinner over some overly-priced coffee. We ordered anyway just for the heck of it. People do get curios, and coffee at yellowhauz is always a must according to some self-proclaimed coffee guru/hihihii..

Rhea was craving for a pizza but yellow cab is definitely not an option. The budget for the day is surprisingly depleting… and its depleting fast. Since it’s just 4:30 pm and GS is just a stone throw away, we (well… Marion) accelerated just so we can reach Picobello’s before 5. We did make it only to discover that the place is full and there are even guests waiting outside... Heads down and tummy hurting, we decided to go to school.

Fauzi is definitely hungry after his self-inflicted-rice-deprivation for 4 days. So, we went to Mang Manok *singing their commercial theme song*, Moan and Misa was already munching their three-pieces fried chicken when we arrived. We ordered the same too since everybody was carving for anything edible. We were binging on something we can hardly swallow (I swear I can puke anytime), talking about the gross Lamia, colostomy tube, crowning, Puke… etc...

Chiara showed up after hours in midtown, nag photoshoot jud ang bakla. We stayed at their place of course, Gu Jun Pyo and Ji Hoo is too adorable to resist.

We simply loooove them. It’s those guys that make me wanna marry a Korean guy, forget about wrong grammar and geeky dance moves. They are just adorable…
photo from here

After another failed attempt to watch UP (hindi pa rin kasi showing), we opt to go for a karaoke bar instead. We had the best time! I love you guys! Singing/Shouting like a drunkard without inhibitions is truly the most liberating thing in the world for me… *sigh*

*sigh*

Last night I was observing how Jayson would chat to his mom because he seem to get whatever he wants and still be bestfriends with her. Mama and I cannot seem to end a conversation without hurting the other first. Consciously or unconsciously. Anyway, he was soooo good at convincing his mom. And I think I now know how to do the job...

1. You have to greet them first. This would create a good atmosphere that would hopefully last until the end of the conversation. (example: Hi ma, Kumusta?). It also help to divert the concern from your activity to theirs,thus there is no need to elaborate more on what you have done for the day.

2. If you want something, tell them what good it will do to you in general and make it appear like it's not a WANT but a NEED. This is really tricky because they know the difference, so think well and speak well. Hint: Parents usually give in if the concern is your comfort and grades.

3. Allow them to deliberate. Make it appear like they still have the last say. If they say NO, try still to persuade them while maintaining a low, morose, non-whining voice. (example: Pwede man sad pero...., Ok lang man sad pero mas maayo...)

4. If it still fails, compromise something, or make a deal. This usually works for the students. (ex: compromise a fraction of your allowance or promise that you will make it to the top the next semester), parents go high if you have proven yourself worthy and reliable for a deal in the past.

5. If it still doesn't work, try again the next time you talk. Either they are hard as stone, is concern about you, or they just want to see you whine so they can scold you again... but believe me, the key is to make them feel they are still in control and that their decision is the greatest/most important thing in the world for you. And that if they say NO, your happiness (no not your happiness, your grades) is at stake. Do not threaten them though, make it look like its fundamental for your progress and not for anything else.

Do not:

1. Shout at them.
2. Talk big.
3. Appear arrogant and all-knowing.
4. ok.. you get the picture. instead, do otherwise no matter how hurting it is already because whether you like it or not, we are dependent on them. yup! Just as my last entry said truth hurts.

Truth Hurts...

I thought I have the most unique, one of a kind, peculiar, bizarre, most extraordinary name in the planet... *whew* I mean who would ever name their child according to the month and time of the day they were born? Huh, tell me!!!? Except of course when their parents are just abnormally funny or they just smoked something after their poor baby has been born. Anyway, turns out mama and papa are not the only parents who named their child January Dawn, some idiots (not mama and papa, i have eventually learned to forgive their odd sense of humor) had given an end to my sense of identity after naming their child exactly the same as mine and inviting me to be their friend in friendster. What for? What do they want to tell me? That now i have to end my illusion of being the only girl with that name? I don't know.. I accepted the invitation anyway, just so I can see what that chick will look like 15-20 years from now. Oh well, truth hurts and I have to accept that bitter fact.

P.s. I'll see that girl in the future and punch her in her face if she stains the name... yeah, so you better take care of it.

majestic, charming Bohol

Need a place for honey moon?
Seeking for a solitary escapade?
Are you an EMO wanting a place to ventilate emotions?
Or simply a run-away who crave for another start?
Bohol is the place to be! *drumroll please*
OK cut!
Im not a tourist-guide-wanna-be here.. but Bohol is truly a paradise for the nature lovers, or lovers. period.

Ehem..ehem.. dahil sa pagtatagalog ng mga stewardess sa eroplanong aming sinakyan at dahil din sa blog ni Mikki na ako lang ang nag-iisang follower (na sobrang ikinatutuwa nya), pipilitin kong magtagalog sa mga sumusunod na linya)


Kung ang balak mo ay magtago sa mga nautangan mo, o kung ang pangalan mo ay Ray. Dito ka sa "Hinagdanan Cave" pumunta. Walang makakakita sa iyo dahil ang kadiliman dito ay mapupunuan ng maitim mong budhiOh look! ang dami pa lang nakatagong bangkay dito! hanapin natin kay Ray!


Kung kayo naman ay bagong kasal at gustong lasapin ang panahong nagmamahalan kayo at hindi pa nagtatapunan ng plato, baso, kutsilyo atbp... dito kayo pumunta sa.. *nag-iisip ako* nakalimutan ko.. basta hotel ito sa Luway malapit dito ang Loboc river.. pwede kayo dun kumain habang namamangka.. kung nag-away kayo sa honeymoon stage pa lang.. maaaring itapon ang kapareha sa ilog nang malunod o kaya ay para makakain si kaibigan buwaya
Ito naman ang mangrove site. Buti pa dito sa Bohol.. hindi inaanod ng mga "waves" ang mga maliliit na mangroves tulad sa nangyayari "kuno" sa Davao... 60% daw ang mortality rate nila dahil sa environmental causes, sa tingin ko di lang talaga ito naalagaan ng mabuti.. marami sanang perang nakalaan para dito idagdag pa ang tulong ng ibat-ibang organisasyon...hahay...
Hindi siya instik na tarsier, malaki talaga ang mata nito... natutulog pa kasi siya.. ssshhhh...
Sa labas ng Baklayon Church. malalaking simbahan ang makikita mo sa Bohol.. Nakakalula, gusto mo na tuloy magpakasal kahit na wala ka pang boyfriend
last na to.. pagod na ako.. pumunta na lang kayo dun. bleh!^^,

girls are from venus, some guys are created for hell

Darn it! I’ve got to update my blog this time... Mikki has just made another entry and Meloi has been bugging me for another garbage. I don’t really know what to write since the week has gone by with girlfriends coiling comfortably on my bed seeking consolation on their morose mood due to ofcourse...Tadah! you got it!...BOYS.
photo from here

Aaahhhhh… Boys. Such adorable creatures with natural horns on their anatomy. I’m not actually trying to stereotype these charming sometimes nauseating mammals but what your kind has done to my precious girls is unforgivable. Yup! You friendster and myspace guys/gays, I swear I’ll rip your heads off if I will ever get the chance to meet you! For Ray… I’m not gonna do that to you, you’re pretty special for that. I’m gonna make you a dartboard with bees stinging you’re big ugly face. Hope you get anaphylactic shock and die with you’re eyes sore~! photo from here

Ooops! I think the picture got a little overboard.. Oh well. You deserve it

Hey! Bestfriend! Stop reading this… This is not for you… ^^

Darn again! Why can’t this cheap radio station play another song aside from proclaimed "theme song" of Katrina Halili and Hayden camera Kho? Now couples wont be able to dance to the erotic rhythm of careless whisper because of that careless sex scandal.
photos from here