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Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Popularity SuckS!
"When I grow up, I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star.
I wanna be in movies.
When I grow up, I wanna see the world, drive nice cars.
I wanna have groupies."
This is a portion of my favorite song When I grow up by Pussycat Dolls. I totally love being one of the popular kids at school when I was in Elementary and High School. I belong to what so called rich and famous little girl at school. A girl who's name is mouth of the town and all what's happening in her life was being discuss. I totally being talked about when I was young, and I was happy about it.
High school years came, I'm one of the famous bitch that can say "collect and collect then select". At first, It's cool, since boys came craving for your sweet yes. Who wouldn't say yes, if all them are the campus heartthrobs right?? Offering you the world(even if you know it wouldn't happen. and would come and fetch you after school. It's s romantic for a boy to do that for a girl.
But after sometime, I come to realized that it wasn't that things that made you happy. Being popular couldn't give you much insurance of being a happy and complete person. It just not that it.
It's weird that people would call your name out from nowhere and see that she/he dont know who he/she was. It's weird like that. People would add you in friendster when infact you dont know who that is. People would steal your photos just to pretend you they are you. It's just so uncomfortable to be one of the rich and famous girl. People know about ypu and what's happening to you.
"Respect private lives." That's the best gift a person could give to me.. I want to have simple living. Without being the popular girl. As much as possible people wouldn't stare at me and see what i am wearing. is it guess or mossimo or just a simple shirt from school. I'm tired of being rich and famous girl. Being popular wont give me damn happiness. Parazzi from no where is a scary thing, and I've experiece that already.
So now... MY LIFE WILL BE CLOSE TO PUBLIC EYES.
*no editting will be done. It's cold t oget my fingers on the keyboard.*
I wanna be in movies.
When I grow up, I wanna see the world, drive nice cars.
I wanna have groupies."
This is a portion of my favorite song When I grow up by Pussycat Dolls. I totally love being one of the popular kids at school when I was in Elementary and High School. I belong to what so called rich and famous little girl at school. A girl who's name is mouth of the town and all what's happening in her life was being discuss. I totally being talked about when I was young, and I was happy about it.
High school years came, I'm one of the famous bitch that can say "collect and collect then select". At first, It's cool, since boys came craving for your sweet yes. Who wouldn't say yes, if all them are the campus heartthrobs right?? Offering you the world(even if you know it wouldn't happen. and would come and fetch you after school. It's s romantic for a boy to do that for a girl.
But after sometime, I come to realized that it wasn't that things that made you happy. Being popular couldn't give you much insurance of being a happy and complete person. It just not that it.
It's weird that people would call your name out from nowhere and see that she/he dont know who he/she was. It's weird like that. People would add you in friendster when infact you dont know who that is. People would steal your photos just to pretend you they are you. It's just so uncomfortable to be one of the rich and famous girl. People know about ypu and what's happening to you.
"Respect private lives." That's the best gift a person could give to me.. I want to have simple living. Without being the popular girl. As much as possible people wouldn't stare at me and see what i am wearing. is it guess or mossimo or just a simple shirt from school. I'm tired of being rich and famous girl. Being popular wont give me damn happiness. Parazzi from no where is a scary thing, and I've experiece that already.
So now... MY LIFE WILL BE CLOSE TO PUBLIC EYES.
*no editting will be done. It's cold t oget my fingers on the keyboard.*
Friday, April 17, 2009
Not Just Another Title.
I couldn't think of a nice title since I dont know what are the things in my mind right now. Things that somehow related in my present life ( school, parents, money"yes financial crisis", work loads, 7:30 classes which I couldn't bare 'cuz i cant wake up early, and the fact that I do have a boyfriend.) Things I may or may not endure, but still I'm fighting for it. It is because I know that I'd be happy because of these things.
Classes have passed and still I couldn't demand for my brain to wake up early. Let's just say my daily habit for the 2-week long vacation was sleeping, since last semester was a very harsh for us nursing students. We completed the requirements before the deadline, and take note, we studied a bunch of papers or let's call it handouts just to pass the subject and study (not just study but memorize!) all the words we've been tackled for the objective type of test for the exam on the following week. We, students, bared the sleepless nights and zits that we've experienced just for us to prove that we deserved to proceed the next level.
So back to where I'm talking, I'm here infront of the computer which I just rented for an hour or two. *LOL* The purpose of what I'm doing here is that, I should research for our report in Nutrition 1. Well, since we are all tasked by our leader *stand up for free leader*, I couldn't do anything but to follow the certain instructions.
*NUTRITION*
I was just a bit surprise because my ex*the hell ex* prof last year was my prof now. *oohh..* and I heard lot of comments, not so good cooments, about him.
First day of class, I've been more suprise because we had our first quiz. Yes you heard it right. FIRST QUIZ! A bit surprise and totally shocked, I panicked because I dont have a paper * so much for a soldier* But I've been more suprised when we calculated the KCAL * i still dont know the meaning of this. damn!* I finished my quiz just on time and hopefully it was correct. Though I didn't expect that I'll get a perfect score, but atleast just a deserving score because I've done my best, even to the fact that I didn't brought my calculator with me. *Strike 2* I've finished it for 4 hours. *gosh!*
*PHARMACOLOGY*
GOODLUCK FOR US said the other 3rd year nursing students, since they told us *scary*.
Our C.I. seems so nice that I couldn't judge her. But let's see.
Well, our sched should be on 2:15-4:15. But it was transfered to 5-7, since our C.I. cannot attend during those hours since she has a work on the MMC office as a pharmasist. So she consulted us for a 5-7 class. But this afternoon *late afternoon*, she told us for another option which is 12-2. *Woah!* 3 following subjects?? I think I couldn't bear that. *huhu*
Let's just wait for the result tomorrow. and I wish for a better justice for this. What a democracy class. huhu..
PS. I shouldn't be this judgemental or cruel, but my nose couldn't bare the smell of the child beside me. SWEAR!
Classes have passed and still I couldn't demand for my brain to wake up early. Let's just say my daily habit for the 2-week long vacation was sleeping, since last semester was a very harsh for us nursing students. We completed the requirements before the deadline, and take note, we studied a bunch of papers or let's call it handouts just to pass the subject and study (not just study but memorize!) all the words we've been tackled for the objective type of test for the exam on the following week. We, students, bared the sleepless nights and zits that we've experienced just for us to prove that we deserved to proceed the next level.
So back to where I'm talking, I'm here infront of the computer which I just rented for an hour or two. *LOL* The purpose of what I'm doing here is that, I should research for our report in Nutrition 1. Well, since we are all tasked by our leader *stand up for free leader*, I couldn't do anything but to follow the certain instructions.
*NUTRITION*
I was just a bit surprise because my ex*the hell ex* prof last year was my prof now. *oohh..* and I heard lot of comments, not so good cooments, about him.
First day of class, I've been more suprise because we had our first quiz. Yes you heard it right. FIRST QUIZ! A bit surprise and totally shocked, I panicked because I dont have a paper * so much for a soldier* But I've been more suprised when we calculated the KCAL * i still dont know the meaning of this. damn!* I finished my quiz just on time and hopefully it was correct. Though I didn't expect that I'll get a perfect score, but atleast just a deserving score because I've done my best, even to the fact that I didn't brought my calculator with me. *Strike 2* I've finished it for 4 hours. *gosh!*
*PHARMACOLOGY*
GOODLUCK FOR US said the other 3rd year nursing students, since they told us *scary*.
Our C.I. seems so nice that I couldn't judge her. But let's see.
Well, our sched should be on 2:15-4:15. But it was transfered to 5-7, since our C.I. cannot attend during those hours since she has a work on the MMC office as a pharmasist. So she consulted us for a 5-7 class. But this afternoon *late afternoon*, she told us for another option which is 12-2. *Woah!* 3 following subjects?? I think I couldn't bear that. *huhu*
Let's just wait for the result tomorrow. and I wish for a better justice for this. What a democracy class. huhu..
PS. I shouldn't be this judgemental or cruel, but my nose couldn't bare the smell of the child beside me. SWEAR!
Monday, April 6, 2009
What keeps mw busy in my lone times?
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So many times I tripped and been fooled by love. It doesn’t even make sense to me to that ‘love’ makes me so messed up. Although I know that I am vulnerable to its toxic still my heart and my mind are aiming for it some more.
I haven’t been blogging since then, because of busy schedule and I felt sorry for that. I don’t want expressing my thoughts because I know that it would just be a mess in my part to show the world how I feel, and since I know nobody would dare to read my thoughts.
These past few days I’ve been very confused of what I feel for this guy, whom I discover was the best friend of my cousin, Ate Cheryl, way back in their high school years. I met this guy at the party of my friend Abigail, who is the cousin of my friend April. It was just a sudden astonish that I found him interesting that I ever thought. He was just a story told by my friends and I wasn’t fascinated by those. Then at the moment I met him, I struck by his charm existence, and I couldn’t even explain what I felt at that particular moment. I got his number from my friend and then, we became text mates. I thought he was so arrogant that he doesn’t want to communicate with a stranger like me (Yes indeed I’m a stranger, then).
The day after we met, he rode me home because nobody was there to ride me home then. It was 11 in the evening when I decided to go home, and just one text away, he was there, like a knight in shining armor. I was surprise that without any hesitant he came to me and saved me from any danger of the street. Day by day, we texted each other and would exchange ideas of whatever would be our topic were. I knew at the moment, I was falling for him, deeply (uh-oh.). And I wasn’t surprise, though; he was the guy who doesn’t want to be mature.
We started to hang out each and every day, and we were happy at those moments. We knew although in silence, we are blissful each time we were together We do have many commons, not just the three word names that our parents gave to us, but also the qualities and characteristics we comprise.
now, still I seek him, though I know he’s a thousand miles away, I still seek for his presence, the charm of his smile, the hug that he always give and the goodnight kiss that we made. Now I know the rest is still unwritten, but I hope and wish that unwritten part would be a great part that God will give to us.
PS. My family likes his family. “Whoa! Take that!”