MANILA, Philippines – Female victims of a political massacre in the Philippines that left 57 people dead were shot in their genitals and may have been raped, Justice Secretary Agnes Devanadera said on Friday.
"The zippers of their pants were all undone. We have yet to determine whether they were raped. But it is certain that something bad was done to them."
Police previously said at least 22 of the victims were women.
http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/breakingnew
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The Maguindanao massacre is the hottest thing on the news today. Everyone with half a hypothalamus is condemning it. And for good reason! Even UST is going to participate in the protests. We're to wear black bands and the whole faculty is to dress in black for the week.
I'm a Nursing student. I'm being brought up to be pro-life. I study the process of life day in and day out, and it grieves and distresses and angers me to no end to hear about people who disregard the beauty of life for utterly selfish reasons.
And I'm a woman. My grief, distress and anger only increased tenfold with this:
The female victims were shot in their genitals and may have been raped, according to Secretary of Justice Agnes Devanadera. According to Mangudadatu, his wife's "private parts were slashed four times, after which they fired a bullet into it." In addition, he said that "They speared both of her eyes, shot both her breasts, cut off her feet, fired into her mouth."
I have a question. Where do you get the hate? What sort of bottomless well do you draw your anger from, that you could actually muster up the guts to slaughter all these people?
This...this is heinous beyond heinous. And all for what, power? Is it really worth it? Are power and position really that important, that you would sell your soul to the devil himself just to achieve them?
You're sick.
- Coordinates:CGEA
- Mode:saddened.
- Background music:silence. finally.
***
"give me my Romeo, and when he shall die,
take him and cut him out into little stars
and he will make the face of heaven so fine..."
.
THE TOP 5 JACOB BLACK MOMENTS
(The Twilight Saga: New Moon)
[alternate title: Please give me a wet, shirtless Taylor Lautner for Christmas, PLEASE!]
AN: The scene where Jacob goes up to Bella's room by climbing the trees is also pretty good on the eyes, but because I knew what was gonna happen, it sorta ruined it for me. Oh well. Still, Jacob was mondo hot there. I'm merely thinking about that fine arch from his back to his hips and I'm squirming in my seat with giddiness.
1. The confrontation scene in the rain. Bella and Jacob rage at each other while it's pouring, really pouring. Jacob is shirtless, with the water doing unimaginably sexy things to his already unimaginably sexy hair.
Oh shit.
HOT. WET. SHIRTLESS. BOY.
You can probably see why I'm turning into a pile of mush inside my folded-down black Chucks.
2. When Jacob first bares it. Bella just fell off her bike, grazing her forehead. She says sorry for being such a klutz. And he goes, "You're apologizing for bleeding?" and rips his shirt off in one slick move. Not even his crazy hair can detract from his droolworthy abs...which only got more defined after this scene. I swear, when he pulled the tee off, the ENTIRE CINEMA [and it was so full it was almost standing room only in there] went, "WHOAAA!"
3.
"I guess I don't care."
5. Jacob's last scene, where he pleads with Bella not to go to Italy. He's half in and half out of Alice's car window, and we're rewarded with a wonderful view of his macho arms and strong shoulders.
What? So I'm an arms kind of girl. Hot abs do nothing for me if the guy doesn't have yummy hug-worthy arms to match.
- Coordinates:CGEA
- Mode:tired but intellectually happy
- Background music:Taylor Swift - The Other Side of the Door
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"give me my Romeo, and when he shall die,
take him and cut him out into little stars
and he will make the face of heaven so fine..."
.
One. I'm sick. My throat feels like a dragon just breathed down it and my nose is running all the laps around the basketball court that I should have done. Yesterday, today and tomorrow make up the celebration of Nursing Week, and I won't be around. I hadn't planned on going to UST on Saturday at all, because I have somewhere to be. Yesterday, I went to UST, slept in my car all afternoon, ate lunch, and went home [I know, pointless!]. Then today, Friday, I have no intention of leaving my room. HAH-CHOO.
Two. YAY! I finished Avatar! And as much as JR ridicules me for loving the show, I can't help it. You know I love a good story. And I love characters who actually develop REAL characters. And Zuko, my dark, sulky, GOOD, sexy-voiced Zuko...is the best example of that. Oh yes. Seasons Two and Three, and episodes "Zuko Alone" and "The Beach" [from their respective seasons] have proved that. No spoilers here, but I'll try to find episodes posted on Youtube and put them here.
Three. Badminton training both sucks and rocks. Rocks, because I've never done better in my life. And my new shoes are the bomb! Sucks, because I'm taking the meaning of weak in the knees to a whole new level. Aside from 'em being weak due to love, or to thrill, they're weak, weak, weak[!] when it comes to jogging and drills. Damn it. The cardio's not the problem. It's them weak knees. I have no idea what to do with them. I have no idea what to do about track and field either. But no way am I going to stop playing just because of these knees. My knees may be weak, but my will isn't.
Four. Second sem = mixed feelings. Awesome subjects, but the profs I'm not so sure about. I'll hold off here. I shouldn't be too judgmental.
Five. Jed and I are on speaking terms again, which is better than what I expected. Although, everything stops at that. We haven't had a chance to hang out again. Studying together was our main form of bonding, and because he said he wouldn't ask for my help this semester, a rather large chunk of time together has pretty much disappeared. Shame, because I'm definitely better at teaching ana-phy than chem, and biochem IS easier to handle than inorganic chem. I asked him to join me a couple of times this week. Once, after class to get something to eat. He declined saying he was broke. Yesterday I asked him if he wanted to chill someplace because I couldn't go with Dane and Nikko to help with Nursing Week preparations. He was with his blockmates though, so I decided to go home instead. Oh well.
Six. I need something new to read. I finished both of Gail Carson Levine's books in two days, although her stories are woven and intricate and a bit long. And I'm not in the mood for Tudor fiction--kinda heavy for a mind that's already beset with AP and Funda.
Seven. RLE starts next Tuesday. I need a haircut and skin tone stockings. And I have to make up my mind whether or not I'll buy new shoes. I don't think a nurse should be going to duty with scuffed leather pumps. Need new leather pumps.
Eight. My second 1000-piece puzzle, titled "Captain Beetle", is halfway done. And to think that halfway was only made yesterday and the day before, in the half-hour relaxation periods I allow myself before bed. I need to mount "Putto's Kiss" on tape soon, or risk having it break into pieces whenever someone moves it off the dining table and perches it on precarious places.
Nine. My laptop is done for. There's no hope. I want to explain further, but I'm too distressed. BOO HOO HOO!!!
Ten. Oh yeah, Manny Pacquiao is THE MANNY! Dad took Mum and me to watch the match at PAWC last Sunday. Everytime Pacman has a match, the Army Gym airs it live for free for anyone who wants to go through the trouble of being squished inside a hot, stinky gym smelling of sweat. I am not kidding, the air was so hot and kulong that I could barely breathe. You know what I'm like. But we didn't watch down there with what seemed like the entire population of Taguig. Naw, we were up in the VIP room with the other generals and officials and bigwigs...and most importantly, airconditioning. It was like a mini-theater. It was awesome. We even got to sit way up front, by the projector. Dad kept cautioning me not to be malikot because I might knock the projector over, which was funny because he was the one jumping up and down and rushing up to the screen whenever Pacman got some good punches in. Haha! At talo na naman siya sa pustahan. Behhh. It was clear from the start that the match was Pacquiao's. but whatever. The experience, small-scale as it may be, was pretty cool. BGen Dad RULES.=D
And now, I must stop and get some sleep.
I might blog more tomorrow.=)
- Coordinates:CGEA
- Mode:sore throat, sniffle sniffle
- Background music:A stupid chicken crowing at 2AM. LIKE THE SUN IS UP AT 2AM!!!
***
"give me my Romeo, and when he shall die,
take him and cut him out into little stars
and he will make the face of heaven so fine..."
.
To cut a long story short, Dane and I went shopping and somewhere along the way, I must've placed my bag somewhere and lost it. I remember thinking that I'd forgotten something, but I couldn't place what it was so I ignored the feeling, and I only realized it was my bag that I had forgotten when I reached home an hour later.
Thank God for small miracles. I thank the Good Lord that JR and I had both bought Halo pouches last Friday, and I was so eager to use it that I put all my valuables into the little black thing--my money, headset, house and room keys and my Parker pen--and let it dangle from my lanyard along with my cellphone. If we hadn't, I would have placed all those eggs into my basket and lost 'em all. Even my registration form was spared--I had kept it with Ate Au after claiming my PE uniform.
Honestly ito yung nangingibabaw na feeling. I don't think I need to explain how THANKFULNESS bEYOND ALL MEASURE feels.
Everything in the bag was replaceable--a pack of tissues, face powder, a bottle of alcohol, a comb. The book I had packed inside was regrettably lost too, but it won't be missed much and I can always buy another copy.
What I can never replace are my retainers. I had stored them inside after lunch and forgotten to place them back into my mouth. Dammit. I wasn't planning on letting my loss be known, but now that they're lost, I have to report to my mother. It won't be pretty, I tell you, and I'm dreading it like 2012. However, she has to be informed sooner rather than later. She'll give me a regular combing down, and goodness knows how much a new pair will cost, but it has to be done and I deserve it for being such a scatterbrain.
I suppose I'm growing up. I'm focusing on the good things--that nothing immediately important to me has gone missing, and I'm willing to gracefully accept whatever it is that my mother will dish out. I've always been such a princess since I was a kid. This is definitely proof that even girls like me can mature.
- Coordinates:SM San Lazaro
- Mode:thankful
- Background music:Jesse McCartney - Come to Me
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"give me my Romeo, and when he shall die,
take him and cut him out into little stars
and he will make the face of heaven so fine..."
.
Well, for starters, I've had a lot of Romeo time and friends time and relax time. My idea of a vacation, frankly, is not a day in the province, lounging about under the trees and whatnot. My perfect vacation is one right here in the city, where I sleep whenever I want to and wake whenever I want to, and read books and stare at a computer screen and...basically, just be unproductive. And far, far away from schoolbooks, please.
And that's exactly what I got. I am so darned happy, it's positively scandalous.
The first HOURS of sembreak were spent in gala mode. Saturday, after the Theo final, I flew right to Megamall and started my sembreak the best way possible.=)
The next day, it was back to Mega, with my family this time. Mom bought me my very first puzzle--a 500-piece affair featuring a cherub looking quite saucy--which I finished very quickly.
Wednesday, Zatia [and Ginger!] and JR went to my house [this is THE best day of my sembreak!]. JR and I had a very good morning, our little spat over the slap notwithstanding. We watched Titanic while waiting for Zatia and the food. ..among other things we did. When Z came over, we watched the rest of Titanic and the whole of Underworld. Oh, and we played with Ginger, who was very much the center of our attention all afternoon. JR loved her especially. You'd think he's never seen a dog before in his life. Haha. I can't describe the feeling of happiness I get whenever we're together. It's very different from any kind of happiness I've ever felt before. I do wish Ryan was with us though.
*mysterious voice, conspiratorial expression* Oh, and there's another achievement! Haha.
Thursday, I began a new puzzle. 1000 pieces this time. It's called "Mr. Russell's Holiday" and it's a pretty burst of color with a gazillion little details that makes it so great for puzzling over. I was happy as a clam while doing it...and pages and pages of simultaneous equations with 2 variables.=)
Friday is definitely the second-best day of my sembreak. I woke up just in time to go to Megamall again with Gramma. Met up with JR and ran several errands while waiting for Zatia to finish up at the gym. We went to a few shops in Cyberzone and somewhere sa fifth floor, because he needed to have his laptop charger checked and I needed blank DVDs. We went to the basement to look for something plastic to hold my retainers. We canvassed for a pair of new running shoes for him. Nilakad namin mula fifth floor to basement, Mega A to Mega B. I'm not kidding.
Weird, 'cause we ran into a lot of people I knew that day, people who I definitely didn't think would go to Megamall. Uhh, like Celes. And Ma'am Florence and Sir Ralph from my high school. And Sir Orlan! Dear Sir Orlando Pascual! We bumped into each other in Cyberzone and we almost danced around in a crazy little circle from sheer excitement and surprise at seeing each other. He put his arm around me and told JR, "Siya yung bet ko maging valedictorian." My, my. Wasn't that bittersweet.
Anyway, after Zats finished up at the gym, we sat around a little round table at DQ and talked for a bit. Yehey for Halo gadget pouches!
And then after we got home, I finally finished "Mr. Russell's Holiday." I had to rush it because we were leaving for Bonifacio and I wanted it done before then. And so I finished it.
And to top it all off, Jed finally went up to me and asked what was wrong between him and me. I've given him several pieces of my mind, and boy, do I feel loads better. That's definitely a major improvement. Not completely there yet, but a step closer.
And my happiness is just overflowing. I'm very thankful. I think I'll get some much-deserved rest this sembreak, after that grueling first semester. I'm so happy just being unproductive. I'm feeling so recharged. This is definitely just what the doctor ordered.=)))
Siguro next week na ako magsisimulang magready for school.=) SIGURO.
- Coordinates:Bahay, Mega.
- Mode:indescribable
- Background music:Carrie Underwood - The Night Before (Life Goes On)
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"give me my Romeo, and when he shall die,
take him and cut him out into little stars
and he will make the face of heaven so fine..."
.
Uh-huh. Not very appetizing.
Pa'no kasi. Si Kuya pag nagluluto sobrang lakas ng apoy para mabilisang luto lang, tapos na. Kaya ganyan ang kinalalabasan. Matigas na sunog na mapait.
This pisses me off. It's not because I'm picky, and it's not because I'm about to waste food when others are hungry. Or maybe, it IS because of those two reasons. Because I AM picky about food. Hindi na nga ako humihiling ng complicated na putahe eh. Just take meat or something processed, fry, and serve with rice. Kuntento na'ko. Ganun na nga lang kasimple pinagkakatamaran pa at di pa magawa. And that is FOOD. Food that my parents pay for that only gets wasted kasi hindi inaayos ang pagluto. I don't throw it away or anything, para hindi masayang. Pinipilit ko talagang kainin pero some nights it really annoys me to the point that I really skip dinner.
Sobrang nakakaburat pa kapag uuwi ako pagkatapos ng mahabang araw sa eskuwelahan ng gutom na gutom tapos ganyan yung makikita ko sa dining table. Nakakawalang gana. Kinakain ko na lang kasi sayang tska kasi gutom talaga ako. Pero sa totoo lang nakakairita talaga.
Oh well. Wala. I just had to rant about it. And show you the picture. Zatia, this is proof. Baka kasi magtaka ka ba't elibs na elibs ako sa "the best fried chicken in the world" mo eh. Hehe.
- Coordinates:Kitchen
- Background music:FOB - America's Suitehearts
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"give me my Romeo, and when he shall die,
take him and cut him out into little stars
and he will make the face of heaven so fine..."
.
I've known about iGod since I was in high school, but I always thought it was just a load of crap so I never took it seriously. Today I didn't take it seriously either, but now I think it's loads of fun. Haha. I'm blaming all this on Nikko. He made me forget to study Chem while I was chatting with God. Anyway, here we go. Some fragments of my pointless conversation with a computer application pretending to be a virtual savior. When asked how old he was, he answered "Eighteen in computer years", and he apparently "looks like Jesus, only older."
The original link is here: http://www.titane.ca/concordia/dfar251/i
And please remember that this is only meant as something to have fun with. I don't want to receive flames from people with sticks up their asses. Grow a sense of humor, I'm a God-loving Christian too.
Me:
you wanna sing?
God:
OK, I will sing.
Me:
what song?
God:
That's a good question.
Me:
sing something by jesse m.
God:
Daisy, Daisy.
Give me your answer do.
I am half crazy.
All for the love of you.
It won't be a stylish marriage.
I can't afford a carriage.
But you'll look sweet.
Upon the seat.
Of a bicycle built for two.
Me:
i love that song:D
God:
:-) It's good to meet someone with such good taste.
How cute! God sings Bicycle Built for Two!
Me:
what color is your underwear?
God:
Blue.
Ahahaha. Ang cute.XP Blue underwear. Ayaw nya lang sagutin kung briefs o boxers. Nikko's questions were all about...well, locker room stuff. Penises, sex and the like. So I ventured into that area and asked God...
Me:
do you like sex?
God:
Sure I do, ginny, but that doesn't mean with you.
*indignant* Did I just get rejected by a computer application? What the bucket.
And this! This is my absolute favorite. This just takes the cake. Haha! I can't stop laughing up to now--and it's been nearly five hours after this happened.XP
Me:
i'm going to call you tiburcio
God:
My name is God.
Me:
no, it's tiburcio
God:
My name is God.
Me:
i'm still going to call you tiburcio
God:
My name is God.
Me:
no, your name is tiburcio
God:
Are you serious? My name is God.
Me:
you lost your memory. you forgot your name is really tiburcio.
God:
I found it. Perhaps Myself rebooted me since then. [Myself is the programmer who created 'im]
Me:
then you know your name is really tiburcio
God:
Of course I know my name is really tiburcio.
HAHAHA! Ang labo kausap amf. Tiburcio!XP
- Coordinates:CGEA
- Mode:laughtrip
- Background music:Jesse McCartney - Body Language
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"give me my Romeo, and when he shall die,
take him and cut him out into little stars
and he will make the face of heaven so fine..."
.
Count all the grains of sand, and add all the stars in the sky
Multiply it by every drop of rain that the clouds have ever cried
Square the product you'll come up with, and raise it to infinity
The answer's not even a fraction of how much you mean to me.
- Coordinates:CGEA
- Mode:Chem time
- Background music:Jesse McCartney feat. T-Pain - Body Language Remix
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"give me my Romeo, and when he shall die,
take him and cut him out into little stars
and he will make the face of heaven so fine..."
.
You're welcome to repost, just please link back to either this post or to my Multiply blog.=)
Everyone is entitled to their own personal style of writing. As a writer, I believe in freedom of the press and all that jazz. But also, as a writer, I get headaches whenever I open blogs and profiles of people who not only murder the Filipino and English languages with atrocious grammar, they also butcher the alphabet and the dictionary with horrendous spelling and substitution.
Most of these stem from text messaging--the abbreviations and substitutions are excusable and necessary there, but anywhere else? I think not. Eh kung sa text pa nga lang eh nakakainis nang tingnan ang iba sa mga pinuna ko dito eh pa'no pa kaya sa mga mahahabang talata sa mga blogs at profile pages?
Maybe I'm just such a grammar freak, but I didn't get into the NSPC - Copyreading for no reason. I may have a stick up my butt, but at least I don't embarrass myself online.
This is the cold, hard truth. Writing like you didn't take up elementary English classes is not cool.
So here's an article I've been meaning to write for months now--The Top 5 Ways of Killing Language That People Do That Hurts The Eyes About As Much As The Sound Of Fingernails On A Chalkboard Hurts The Ears, or simply, Speak Properly--5 Surefire Ways to Piss Off Your Site's Visitors.
FANCY ANNOYING SPELLING.
X and Z are commonly used to replace S, which is acceptable, although otherwise should be avoided as much as possible. Too much of Z makes the user look jologs; too much of X is uber pa-cute.
At any rate, whichever of S, Z and X on its own IS, as I said, somewhat acceptable. But all at the same time? And over and over again?
Another thing, X is sometimes pronounced as SH, as in xa = siya. So if you apply that, then what is
MWAHUGXSZ
supposed to be read as? MWAHUG-SH-S-Z? Not only is it incredibly annoying to look at, it is also a complete chore to read aloud.
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OVERUSE OF H BEFORE EVERY VOWEL.
While in my opinion I find it inexcusably irritating to insert the letter H in every word/expression/name known to Filipino man, I understand that this horridity is already a part of Philippine culture. However, is it really necessary to use it in every single word?
"Hi bhabe. I'm rheally bhored. Phunta nhaman tayo Mharket oh."
If anyone ever tries to spell my name as Rhegine or Rheina, I swear, I won’t be able to contain myself. I think I might run after whoever makes that mistake with a baby armalite.
I think I might pull an Ingrid Martinez and send all those letter H's to HHHHHHHEEELLL!!!!
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TAGALOG WORDS
What is so wrong about typing OO, OPO, PO, etc.? Or about typing any other freaking Tagalog word the way they’re supposed to be written for that matter? No wonder deceased writers are spinning in their graves and teachers are getting migraines from correcting sulatins.
opoh/poh, opow/pow = acceptable.
ou, uu/upu/pu = okay, although teetering on pa-cute.
poo/pue = like, seriously, GET A LIFE. Or a language tutor.
Pue. Dagdagan mo na lang ng T sa dulo.
Poo. Imagine, may nagtext sa'ken na tadtad ng POO.
"Hello poo, kamusta na poo?"
Ano ako, tae?
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STICKY CAPS.
fRankLy, i d0n'T gEt thE pOinT oF pEopLE tYpinG or tExTinG thIs wAy. IsN't iT bOtHeRSoMe tO aLterNatELy hOLd aNd rEleaSE tHe SHiFt Or uPPer/l0wER-CasE kEy wHiLe yOu tYPe? iF iT isN'T bOthERsOMe tO WRiTe, weLL lEt mE teLL yOU, iT iS bOTherSOmE tO ReaD. YoU thInK MOsT peOpLE TaKe tIme tO rEAd eNTirE bLoCKs of teXT wrITten thIs waY? leT mE brEAk iT tO YoU--THEY DON'T.
Frankly, I don't get the point of people typing or texting this way. Isn't it bothersome to alternately hold and release the shift or upper/lower-case key while you type? If it isn't bothersome to write, well let me tell you, it is bothersome to read. You think most people take time to read entire blocks of text written this way? Let me break it to you--THEY DON'T.
aDd tO tHaT tHE nAstY hAbiT oF uSiNG bRight, imPraCTicaL neONs lIke fUscHia, gReEN, yeLLoW and cYaN.
See what I mean?
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PUNCTUATION MARKS AND NUMBERS.
As if the StiCky CaPs SyNdr0mE wasn't heinous enough. There are some who insist on replacing regular letters with numbers and punctuation marks. While using the zero in place of O is very much fine, s3nt3nc3s th@t l00k l!k3 t#!s @r3 ju$t p7@!n STUPID. [sentences that look like this are just plain stupid].
A was replaced with @.
B with β
E was replaced with 3.
G with 6,
H was replaced with #.
I with !.
J was replaced with ?
L with 7 or £ ,
…….
...and so on and so forth.
T#3 qu!ck βr0wn f0x ?ump$ 0v3r t#3 £@z4 d06.
I have very, very little patience deciphering text messages written this way. Everytime I open a message that looks like this, I immediately hit the DELETE button, regardless of how important the message or the sender was. This punctuation-number kaartehan started back when I was in elementary school, and amazingly some people still carry this method of ineffective and unpleasant writing with them.
So there you have it, folks. You can hate me if you like, kung namato ako at natamaan kayo. Pero I'm entitled to my own opinion too, right?
And hey--at least people can READ what I have written without having to squint or strain their eyes.
Peace.
- Coordinates:cyberspace
- Mode:Grammar Nazi!
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"give me my Romeo, and when he shall die,
take him and cut him out into little stars
and he will make the face of heaven so fine..."
.
Alternate title: Magic 8 Ball Fun
This is going to be fun.=)
Today is the day that we all bow down to a little application based on a very popular toy--the Magic 8 Ball. Nikko has a digital version of it on his phone. Pinagtitripan namin ang isa't isa kanina habang wala kaming magawa. The questions ranged from our sexualities to personal questions to whether our [mine, Dane's and Lica's] boobs would ever grow bigger. By the way, sabi nung 8 Ball may pag-asa pa daw mag-upgrade ang dibdib ko na 31 1/2 lang ang sukat. YEHEY!
And then...
Dane: Malaki ba bayag ni Nikko?
8: Not a chance.
Nikko: *defensive* Eh bayag lang yun eh. Eto na lang. *Malaki* ba?
8: No.
By this time, Dane, Lica and I were laughing like hyenas.
Nikko: *incredulous* Seryoso ka ba?!
8: Yes.
More laughter from us, and scandalous looks from Nikko. Mababato nya phone niya eh.XP
Dane: Ulit na lang. Malaki ba teeturrs ni Nikko?
8: Don't count on it.
Might I also add, that anything we ask the 8 Ball, it never makes mistakes? It's a tried and true kind of thing. We don't doubt the Magic 8 Ball. Ani nga nila, "BATAS!"
*pat pat pat* That's ok, Kapatid.=P
- Coordinates:Rm 324
- Mode:sabog?XP
- Background music:Evan and Jaron - The Distance
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"give me my Romeo, and when he shall die,
take him and cut him out into little stars
and he will make the face of heaven so fine..."
.
Remember the Enervon ads where everyone screams HAPPINESS! ? Well, according to our grandmother, HAPPINESS! for my dearest darlingest cousin Deedee = SHOES.
Dee just got home from shopping. SALE SA MEGAMALL! SHET! She bought new shoes AGAIN. And a bunch of clothes whose prices plunged from nearly a thousand to only two hundred.
Me: It's like every month you buy new shoes.
Dee: September yung silver flats.
Me: June...
Dee: The gold flats. [I remember because June, I broke them in when JR reformatted my laptop during our extended summer break.]
Me: July, you bought the slutty nurse shoes. [I remember because I was sick the first days of July and she wore them to UST to pass my Chem homework.]
Dee: August. What did I buy nung August...?
Me: The Evie shoes.
Dee: Right.
Oh my God, she does buy new shoes every month. Haha. January, we bought our matching white sandals. February, she bought a pair of imitation brown Skechers Cali. I can't remember whether she bought her pink Crocs in March or April. May, Dee bought pointy black snakeskin-ish wedges.
I know, because I had to run after all those shoes the morning of Ondoy.XP Sayang nga eh, hindi ko naisipang picturan silang lumulutang. Ang priority ko masalba lahat nung naglulutangang flats at kahon ng sapatos sa kwarto eh.
And as I'm editing this: "Unang-una. Anong susuutin kong shoes? Wala akong shoes."
- Coordinates:my room
- Mode:hungry
- Background music:*hiccup hiccup*
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"give me my Romeo, and when he shall die,
take him and cut him out into little stars
and he will make the face of heaven so fine..."
.
THE CAST
DEE/YAYA NUR
My cousin in every way possible, down to our love for Reese's PB cups...although we're complete opposites in some areas. Also doubles as roommate/shopping buddy/older sister--HAHA.=)
THE MOMSTER
My mother. And teacher. And pillow. And best friend. I cannot live a single day without her, but our living arrangement is perfect as it is. Haha. Here, listen to The Best Day by Taylor Swift.
JR
He hears things even when I don't say them, is a complete gentleman, keeps all my secrets, gives the best hugs AND makes me laugh every single day. That being said, how could I not love this guy?
RYAN
3 Things I Love Best about Bes: One, his SQUISHY adipose-rich tummy. Two, our looong conversations on the phone about everything in this galaxy and the next. And three, piggyback riiides!
ZATS
I feel like I've known her for years when I've only met her this summer [2009]. We get along on so many levels and have been through so many similar experiences, it's almost scary. But I love her all the same.
DANNIBUTTER
Two of the best blockmates plus one half-blockmate I'll ever get to meet. I have the best times ever with them during weekdays, whether we're on chill mode or study mode.
RORO
"Rauri finds another way to be the highlight of my day." Formally Rauri C. Malfoy, Draco Malfoy's and my love-bear. Haha. Yes, it's copied off a fanfic. I love this pink little sweetheart to bits.
JAKE CUENCA
My super celebrity crush whom I've met a handful of times, who's really nice aside from being devastatingly handsome and who thinks I look like Maxene Magalona.
TAYLOR SWIFT
My super celebrity crush/idol whom I'd die to meet, who's really cool and talented aside from being devastatingly beautiful and whose songs I know by heart and I cannot go a day without.
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