tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59769810077229650492024-03-21T15:27:39.501-07:00tips from a loser.yayam - a sixteen-year-old freak who knows the difference between 'will you be my girlfriend?' and 'can i be your boyfriend?'yayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-40755860098474454622008-07-12T10:35:00.000-07:002008-07-12T10:43:06.371-07:00waaaaaa!i almost forgot i had a blogspot! (A BLOGSPOT!) haha, i was browsing through my archives and the only thing in my mind was, "what the hell was i thinking before?!" i posted something about maturity once but the rest of my posts were all about not letting go, about my stupid love and just kadramahan. eew. a year ago i also said the same thing to myself because all i posted back when i was in highschool - it was all about boys. haha.<br /><br />im actually watching cheaters right now. it's a show where people can see all the infidelity of the world! deym. people never get satisfied with one. well. im also not satisfied with one. what the hell. splurge babeh.<br /><br />whatever. i just want to keep this blogspot alive. but secret.yayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-64896472068294736212008-02-05T07:34:00.000-08:002008-02-05T07:39:40.523-08:003 things for 3 different people. valentines edition.1. you're really hurting me right now.<br /><br />2. i have finally realized that not having you was 'a stage in my life.'<br /><br />3. welcome. :)yayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-56835705820274879102007-11-23T08:43:00.000-08:002007-11-23T08:45:47.008-08:00jagi sogi hagii won't sleep. repeat that a hundred times.<br /><br />i have a job interview tomorrow at 9. and i have to print some of my artworks cause they want hard copies. i have no idea how to go there. but i trust myself. i won't get lost. :p<br /><br />good luck to me! aja!!!yayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-28892703962830309052007-11-21T05:10:00.000-08:002007-11-21T05:20:15.541-08:00i hate.1. cramming with my plates. but i still do it. because all the time, i'm earlier than everybody else. when i'm done with a plate, others are still starting. grrrrrrr.<br /><br />2. being praning. (explains no.1)<br /><br /><br /><br />but right now, i hate being bubbly and joyful. i don't want to laugh in the house. neither smile. i want to go out. and there i will enjoy more. i want to go baguio, to vigan, to boracay. but since i'm also broke - it seems that i also cannot.<br /><br />why i'm not in "my right state;"<br />why i lost all my inspiration;<br />why i lost enthusiasm in some things.<br />this is the reason.<br /><br /><br />now, i'm cramming a plate on fa13. but i don't want to even finish it.yayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-75272013843723759682007-10-10T05:46:00.000-07:002007-10-10T05:52:39.578-07:00cajoleis my new favorite word of the day.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />last essay, last exam, and it'll be over! (baby!)<br /><br />:D :D :Dyayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-58780299281784607322007-08-14T04:17:00.000-07:002007-08-14T04:18:28.226-07:00xoxohappy birthday to the woman who gave birth to me roughly 16 years ago. :)<br /><br />happy birthday mom. :)<br /><br />with love, yayamyayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-33972615134620729282007-08-12T06:40:00.000-07:002007-08-12T06:54:23.645-07:00shrewdmaturity is when you're able to live at peace with something you cannot alter anymore, something you cannot change; like what he was, what he is, what he will be and what he will never be.<br /><br /><br /><br />so am i matured now?yayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-32138060782099698462007-08-11T22:11:00.000-07:002007-08-11T22:42:02.655-07:00yesterday.....i ate my very first UP fishball. i got addicted, so i went back to the fishball stand three times.<br /><br />i promised myself i would only eat fishball on a very special date, <span style="font-style: italic;">para</span> memorable. what was so special about yesterday?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">the air was cool. i sat there watching hundreds of teenagers running around the field. some were playing frisbee, others american football. and on the left side of the field, the UP Sikad was practicing football, or others may call it, soccer. i miss soccer. i've played competitively in high school and i want to play competitively again in college. 'i want to play again, i want to make a goal once more,' i keep telling myself. my mind was drifting. suddenly, i was in another place, in another time. i looked around me and realized i was in tiendesitas. with him. and everything else seems to be a fairy tale...</span><br /><br />i was daydreaming once more. that was the thing i missed the most.<br /><br />so i walked along the acad to the gym and continued my fairy tale dreams. i passed by a fishball stand (one of the many fishball stands in UP) near the CHK building. i tried it. and there began my craving for more fishball!<br /><br />so tomorrow..i'm going back to the fishball stand. :)yayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-91638625824490130022007-08-08T08:57:00.000-07:002007-08-08T09:14:09.602-07:00waiting, missingi miss my friends in cdo. they're the best. i could freely talk to them without awkwardness and without hesitation. i miss <span style="font-style: italic;">hirits</span> in <span style="font-style: italic;">bisaya</span>. i hear tagalog like most of the day. we never speak in tagalog at home, and i lavit. :)<br /><br />i miss my xuhs uniform, although i didn't like it that much. but our uniform is WAY better than the uniforms here in metro manila. imagine - sms (as in st. mary's yellow checkered pleats) skirts to polo dresses, pencil skirts + baggy poloshirts, SUPER baggy flesh polo dresses, royal blue maid-like jumpers. just - don't imagine <span style="font-style: italic;">na lang</span>. :p<br /><br />i miss our everyday c<span style="font-style: italic;">hika, kulitan,</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">korny</span> jokes that would always make me laugh. and up to now, the jokes still make me laugh. i don't know why. x_x<br /><br />all of these are reasonable. since i dont get to see my closest friends (everyday) anymore, and i dont wear our uniform anymore, and i dont hear their jokes anymore. NOT anymore - but i keep on missing someone whom i get to see everyday. that's weird.<br /><br />i get to talk to him, laugh with him, make funny expressions with him. with him, with him, with him. almost everyday. <span style="font-style: italic;">pero hindi ako nagsasawa.</span> (why in tagalog?) <span style="font-weight: bold;">sa bisaya pa, DI KO GAKASUMHAN</span>. it seems like my everyday encounter with him isn't really enough. or maybe it is, but i just want more of him. haha.<br /><br />sounds so unreasonable. yes, it is the worst kind. but hey, it's not a crime to miss someone. :)yayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-23861861977201880702007-08-04T02:12:00.001-07:002007-08-04T02:23:14.676-07:00do you remember?i'm alone. but definitely not scared. during these times i reflect. what have i ignored the past few months? weeks? hours?<br /><br />for a while i forgot that i have deadlines to meet. i forgot that i have to make studies and plates for next week. and for a while, i also forgot that i have friends whom i can trust. i cannot keep everything for myself because all my emotions can't be contained in a single nutshell.<br /><br />i need someone to talk to. but i am alone right now.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and this is what happens when you find yourself having absolutely nothing to do. randomness.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiRN60AnsGPGW0cTM8Ps6b6HMyHZ1KcLHZtGzm5X5UnlzTFogLDlVQ_pu5rMWgCjwdybvTUqlucNwgYTwV1g91STIzfp-_3MF5b8dCnbXa4lS7YqpdgnCN8ix8yj7mT8kOwgvqIZQedVrQ/s1600-h/colorfulyam.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiRN60AnsGPGW0cTM8Ps6b6HMyHZ1KcLHZtGzm5X5UnlzTFogLDlVQ_pu5rMWgCjwdybvTUqlucNwgYTwV1g91STIzfp-_3MF5b8dCnbXa4lS7YqpdgnCN8ix8yj7mT8kOwgvqIZQedVrQ/s400/colorfulyam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094771034282348642" border="0" /></a>click for a LARGER view. ;)<br /></div>yayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-15386564663496095032007-08-03T05:25:00.000-07:002007-08-03T05:32:34.122-07:00alive.guys, i was kidding. i can't keep my life a secret, can i?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />it has been challenging for me. but it's over. i have decided to end it myself, because no one's willing to give me an answer. well, no one can give me the answer.<br /><br />i hope it won't bother me again. i've been dying to hang out with my guy friends. tomorrow, nina and ailene are leaving me ALL ALONE in our room.<br /><br />I HOPE SOMEONE WOULD BRING ME TO TIENDESITAS TOMORROW. ;)<br /><br />(i know you're reading my blog, you can't make an excuse. :p)yayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-37294627670351649242007-08-02T02:33:00.000-07:002007-08-02T02:59:00.721-07:00still wack.it's hard to open my heart once more. well, actually, it's hard to close my heart 'cause it has always been open for a single person.<br /><br />but i think it's time i realize how many daggers i've ran through other people's hearts just trying to keep them from entering mine. i've always been afraid of getting close to guys whom i think i can get along with. that was my mistake.<br /><br />just this morning, i was talking with a friend. i was at ease with him. somehow, i felt a tingle - a sensation i never wanted to feel. i thought i could get away with it. i was completely ignoring him the past few weeks, thinking that they might make us an issue. and honestly, i don't want "those" days to come back and haunt me over and over again.<br /><br />just thinking about it makes me cry. but i'm not going to cry again because I'M NOT STUPID...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />only not smart enough to control my feelings...:(yayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-12790428376801961382007-07-30T18:39:00.000-07:002007-07-30T18:41:53.784-07:00coolnessit's so cool to have wifi everywhere. there's wifi at home, here in school (YES! i'm blogging in the UP LIB!), there's also wifi in admu (well, if wanna go there :p).<br /><br />too bad i don't have a laptop. sheesh. i feel like a squatter having to borrow from my sisters, whoever isn't using theirs. x_xyayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-14733060308191625012007-07-28T19:11:00.001-07:002007-07-28T19:25:43.004-07:00anticlimacticthere's been only one person whom I can talk to about my ever so dramatic life. we just joke about it most of the time. but i know he understands me and what my situation is.<br /><br />there's been only one person whom I can tell about my deepest secrets. and even though he might have almost slipped some of those secrets, i know he'd never tell.<br /><br />and so far, there's been only one person who could make me smile so truthfully even though i don't want to. the only person who could make me laugh out of my misery. the only person who could truly understand me.<br /><br />this is the reason why we're friends, and for the same reason, we are hurt.<br /><br />i'm so glad you're living your life there. i'm happy that you're making the most out of it. you've made wonderful friends, but i hope you won't forget us. if things get worse, we could always end up together. haha. :pyayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-57599429988488743742007-07-27T08:46:00.001-07:002007-07-27T09:21:03.626-07:00when?<span style="font-style: italic;">thanks for being a part of my life. whether you were a reason, just for a season or perhaps for a lifetime.</span><br /><br />but i need to tell you this personally. it's kinda pathetic through blog. i wonder when. i can't tell whether now would be the right time. or it's probably too late for me. i'm not gonna expect you to change your mind. no one has the power to do so. i just feel so tied up. i want to free myself early so that when the time comes, it's easier for me to let go.<br /><br />please don't let me suffer the rest of my life. help me.yayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-41118866700024759032007-07-23T03:38:00.001-07:002007-07-23T03:52:32.907-07:00coatables<span style="font-style: italic;">"hindi ako sagabal sa inyong mga pangarap."</span><br /><br />but do you have an idea what you just did to UP and other state colleges? you have destroyed the dreams of many. i thought dreams do not die in UP. instead, dreams died BECAUSE of UP; because they knew they wouldn't be able to afford UP, when it's supposed to be a state university. the premise that education is a right has also faded. education has become a privilege - for the middle class and those of the upper class who have the money. and GMA says she has alloted much for education last year and alloted much more this year. well, let's just see.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"i'd rather be right than be popular."</span><br /><br />too bad it's the other way around. you're popular, yet you're always wrong. most of the choices you've made for this country weren't productive. and now you want to implement the human rights act because you want to fight terrorism. you say the NPAs are the terrorists, but does the military know why they kill people? who's the terrorist now? what happened to all those who disappeared?<br /><br />you know it's not about the rebels. <span style="font-style: italic;">it's about the rights we're not practicing.</span>yayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-32230938482109169812007-07-21T23:18:00.000-07:002007-07-21T23:29:57.114-07:00mali.how do YOU chase your dreams?<br /><br />why the hell would you even do that? it's YOUR dream. YOURS. and it's not gonna run away from you if you hold on to it. you have to make it happen because the moment you dream it, it becomes a part of you. dreams sustain you. it motivates you - to be someone, to make a difference, to contribute to the community.<br /><br />don't run for it - run WITH it. and succeed. :)yayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-22675827527689528272007-07-17T16:15:00.000-07:002007-07-17T16:23:53.260-07:00back to the habit?Back when I was in my sophomore year in XUHS, backbiting was a "barkada" habit. Not only did we share bad stuff about a person, we also created codenames so as not to be understood by others. We enjoyed it at first but when it created a conflict in the class, almost all of us stopped.<br /><br />Spreading rumors is just like backbiting. Why do you have to tell others information you've grasped from other people even when it's not true? Even when they don't have a proof? I don't think it's fair for the person being talked about; especially when you know this person too well. Why not confront him/her directly instead of asking others about the truth?<br /><br />Please, stop.yayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-89666357429656831232007-07-15T02:06:00.000-07:002007-07-15T06:46:38.491-07:00bente.For 20 mysterious people, here's what I have to say.<br /><br />1. For all the art lessons we had (some even took most your busy time), thanks. I wouldn't be THIS confident if it weren't for the both of you who kept on reminding me that I had the talent after all.<br /><br />2. I hate waiting.<br /><br />3. I don't hate you; because it wasn't your fault. I might even fall for you if I were a guy.<br /><br />4. Why are you ignoring me now? Is it because I keep on teasing you to her? When it's obvious that you like me? (Uy, joke lang yung last part. :p)<br /><br />5. I miss your texts.<br /><br />6. Sorry kung pinaasa kita. I'm sorry if I pushed you away. You are super sweet; but I don't want to be treated like a princess.<br /><br />7. I forgive you. Because I know your intention was to prevent me from getting hurt. But keeping that secret from me was like betraying me - you and probably the rest of the class. No one told me. I had to find out for myself, and that made it even more painful.<br /><br />8. Next time you organize an event, make sure you know how to handle your group. You can't just demand from other people outside the group.<br /><br />9. 'Wag mo kaming idamay sa mga problema mo.<br /><br />10. You've seen me in my saddest moment. You were the only person who have seen me cried for one stupid thing. I hope that you now understand why I had to cut that bond which he and I started so long before. When you have a new point, tell me.<br /><br />11. I like talking to sensible people like you.<br /><br />12. I wish my life was as bubbly as yours. You don't seem to have problems all the time.<br /><br />13. I miss watching basketball games with you, buddy. :)<br /><br />14. Don't pity me. I hate the fact that you assumed something which I never declared myself.<br /><br />15. Soulmates tayo...kasi we have the same dilemma. :p Hopefully, matapos na ang problema natin. I, Ya_Yum. ;)<br /><br />16. Your "observations" were the best. I was never true to you as a friend. But you were, nevertheless.<br /><br />17. I thought we had this connection. And then I realized I was only hiding from the truth. I hate myself for trying to steal you from who you truly love.<br /><br />18. Don't act like you know EVERYTHING. I hate it.<br /><br />19. You're stupid. And selfish. You were close to my heart. But it was you who ignored me from the moment we became an issue. You were always friendly, yet ironically, it was you who pushed me away. Never spoke a word, never started a conversation. Why are you so pretentious? I thought I was the one who was hiding from the truth. But while I was writing the last part of my '20 things,' I realized that all along, you were the coward. If there was really no understanding in the past, why didn't you want me to know? I hate the fact that even you, one of the closest people in my heart, would even try to hurt me. I hate you, and I hate our story, but I still wish that you give yourself more time before jumping to a conclusion. Thanks, anyway, to the only stupid person I know who could make someone laugh and cry at the same time.<br /><br />20. Thy will be done.yayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-40671665931956886392007-07-13T21:51:00.000-07:002007-07-13T22:17:26.161-07:00yellow. stripes. and confusion.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZZRWlRIBvELZ3ztuCNWWuFbY-4UWxXJo2obBUwoFRHpWQkVOUyV2S6tKe74oK2oMVDQx8QZZzY_RmiVURdxCa5dTg7HHtA4jrRNKP69cP-MCGleGM5M5yEDta4FyNQGX9VYhL0zGFv0Fe/s1600-h/yayampic2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZZRWlRIBvELZ3ztuCNWWuFbY-4UWxXJo2obBUwoFRHpWQkVOUyV2S6tKe74oK2oMVDQx8QZZzY_RmiVURdxCa5dTg7HHtA4jrRNKP69cP-MCGleGM5M5yEDta4FyNQGX9VYhL0zGFv0Fe/s400/yayampic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086911086992646786" border="1" /></a><br /><br />the fact that i exist makes it unreasonable for someone to take another path in life.<br /><br />and everything else that ramon told me last night made me look back to what i've nearly forgotten in the past.<br /><br />i don't want to ruin someone's dream, neither do i want to change someone's vision for the world. but i also do not want to miss a 'chance.' that chance must be taken by me. there will never be apologies if i don't take it; only regrets. i don't want to live the rest of my life blaming myself for not doing anything. i fear the day that i will probably tell myself, "had i been more honest, i could've been happier."<br /><br />but what can i do? the determination is so strong. it might look like i'm the devil for trying to stop it.<br /><br />God is not selfish. the thing is - he responded.yayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-43769653013382440952007-07-01T03:21:00.000-07:002007-07-01T04:30:07.137-07:00wushu. :x<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPXFp-HCaVN0EUTtRLfvMnjVXHfANAC9UwR8qwEWdmEuogHyJ0_pgFHT5om5shCyL33VjUzKDmGBNHP89Ay8SE11QMfaLPjXYlV4EquLZxxOSMqsSjyq6nvGaX7hZyA07siJk2gTSPScyT/s1600-h/hearts.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082189154714565506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPXFp-HCaVN0EUTtRLfvMnjVXHfANAC9UwR8qwEWdmEuogHyJ0_pgFHT5om5shCyL33VjUzKDmGBNHP89Ay8SE11QMfaLPjXYlV4EquLZxxOSMqsSjyq6nvGaX7hZyA07siJk2gTSPScyT/s400/hearts.JPG" border="1" /></a><br /><div><em>Why are you so preoccupied with looking back at your past, when your future holds so much promise?! There you are, wasting your time wondering whatever happened to that lost love -- while a potential new love is practically right in front of you, flapping their arms wildly in an attempt to get your attention! Turn and face front. Look at where you are going, not where you have been. The view is a lot more pleasant, and the possibilities are much more exciting!</em><br /><br />-horoscope<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br />mind the last sentence: THE VIEW IS A LOT MORE PLEASANT, AND THE POSSIBILITIES ARE MUCH MORE EXCITING. i wonder what this means. i hope it means "this new guy's hotter, smarter and will give you endless jokes to laugh about!"<br /><br />and because of this, im loving school again, i daydream once more and im back to believing that soulmates wear shirts of the same color most of the time. :)</div>yayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-80753165843440930912007-06-22T06:49:00.000-07:002007-06-22T07:07:10.713-07:00why can't i wait for monday?he looks gorgeous when he cracks a joke. he looks EVEN MORE gorgeous when he draws (because i take secret glances every five minutes or so). oh, i love his humor (and his very toned body; and his legs especially. waha, pervert si yayam). :p<br /><br />i feel like im just a high school freshie. those days when i had a huge crush on m*t**mull, it's all coming back to me now. nyahahaha! but the thing is, it's still a secret and im dying to tell my FA friends! i just can't. because he's "in the circle." ;p<br /><br />ailene and nina knows that the last three days ive been talking about just a single person.<br /><br />it's nice to have a crush again. ;)yayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-9767998837586448412007-06-13T07:24:00.000-07:002007-06-13T07:37:30.070-07:00katips. peyups. iska.im now in manila and these things knocked me in the head.<br /><br />1. <strong>my sister's 19-inch monitor</strong>. suddenly, i felt my 17-inch monitor was TOO small. i surf the net using my sister's PC because unfortunately, im not rich enough to buy my own wireless device so that i could just surf upstairs. she has a folder full of dong bang shin ki, super junior, hello miss, im a cyborg, and all the korean (and japanese) videos you can name that consumes up to 40 gigabytes. but dang! her computer is still FAST! i want to reformat my computer as soon as possible. x_x<br /><br />2. <strong>the oven... IS MANILA ITSELF!</strong> it's freaking hot here! lahi jud ang bukid... we had our orientation earlier and right after i got home, i slept immediately because i was freaking tired. and to think we really had nothing to do, somehow, the after-orientation at the UP theatre was boring and the heat was taking all of our energy.<br /><br />3. <strong>mcdo nearby.</strong> everything else i need is in katipunan. national bookstore, 7 eleven, mini stop, shakey's, starbucks (not that i need coffee), cd-r king, bench fix, profiles, pc express, rustan's supermarket, mercury drug, yellow cab (but then again, i had to mention this one), laundry shop, internet cafe, etc. you would never have to go the mall. but then, it's unbearable to walk the whole katips. at least there's the tryke, which will take you anywhere in katipunan, only it's much more expensive than a jeepney ride to UP, i tell you.<br /><br />4. <strong>the bisaya atmosphere.</strong> i noticed that tagalogs have this kind of "slangness." i hate talking in tagalog, but whenever i do, or i have to, i try to copy their "slangness" so they wouldn't be able to notice my bisdak accent. :p i fooled everyone here. haha.<br /><br />5. <strong>midnight snacks with ailene and nina.</strong> ailene sleeps the earliest and nina sleeps the latest. sometimes, we would eat snacks in the sala, drink milk, watch little tv, and just chat. when the semester starts to become busy, midnight snacks would have to be put aside. :(<br /><br />6. <strong>iska.</strong> mabuhay ang mga bagong iskolar ng bayan sa unibersidad ng pilipinas! haha. im also proud to say that the college of fine arts is celebrating its centennial this year, which makes me a centennial freshie. :p (trivia, the college of fine arts is the oldest unit in up. it's older by a year, so the university's centennial is in 2008.)<br /><br />7. the feeling of <strong>freedom</strong>. ;)yayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976981007722965049.post-29657135951380935602007-06-12T23:48:00.000-07:002007-06-12T23:49:47.469-07:00back to bloggingyammiedoo, now signing on! haha. :pyayamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04344854181348992698noreply@blogger.com0