Yesss! I get to blog this time. Poor me, my school work ate me up for the past week. Arrrgghh! I've been intensely trying to absorb too much educational discussions and I should say that this was never my idea of a summer vacation. This is so unfortunate - for while my siblings are having all the rest and the food and the movies that they want, I am to be seen on my study table pathetically reading up on lectures and writing lab reports. My friend says this is an inhuman way to spend summer. I definitely agree.
Anyway, these are the pictures from Chari's Wackiki Party last Friday. Haay. It's so fulfilling to look back on the 150% success of the night, partly because I helped her set some things up for her big night. I did the design of the Hawaiian invitations for her...and surprisingly, we've received positive feedback about it. Yippee, which makes me think, I could sideline on this business too. Hahaha...
hawaiian fools
wacky hawaiian fools
invictus at play
meet the sprouties
the debutante and me
new friends
And because we didn't sleep the entire night, because we were too animated in creating pyramids in the pool and singing our lungs out with the videoke machine, we were all bogged-down on our way home:
...it really feels great to have been with them again.
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Tonight, I'm attending another friend's debut. Yippee. And in three days, I'll be seeing my dad, my mom, and my two other sisters again. Another yippee. I can't wait to hug and kiss them all...and I can't wait to narrate to them how I handled the four-month-life-without-parents in a peaceful way.
Nothing impedes my euphoria now. Not even that burdensome Chem. Haha.
Anyway, these are the pictures from Chari's Wackiki Party last Friday. Haay. It's so fulfilling to look back on the 150% success of the night, partly because I helped her set some things up for her big night. I did the design of the Hawaiian invitations for her...and surprisingly, we've received positive feedback about it. Yippee, which makes me think, I could sideline on this business too. Hahaha...
And because we didn't sleep the entire night, because we were too animated in creating pyramids in the pool and singing our lungs out with the videoke machine, we were all bogged-down on our way home:
...it really feels great to have been with them again.
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Tonight, I'm attending another friend's debut. Yippee. And in three days, I'll be seeing my dad, my mom, and my two other sisters again. Another yippee. I can't wait to hug and kiss them all...and I can't wait to narrate to them how I handled the four-month-life-without-parents in a peaceful way.
Nothing impedes my euphoria now. Not even that burdensome Chem. Haha.
Whatta Summer
School starts tomorrow and there's not quite an improvement in our sked, to think that this IS a summer term. It's unfortunate that we don't even have a proper lunchbreak! Awww...I won't be able to eat well. I guess I'll just live on sandwich for a month.
Chari's Debut
Finally, my best friend's turning 18 tomorrow. And I am more excited than she is. I get this feeling that I'm the one turning a year older! Anyway, she's holding a Hawaiian-style debut on Friday, somewhere in Antipolo. Therefore I will not attend my classes on Friday, whatever consequences this decision might bring. Haha! I'd rather party in my Jasmine Trias-inspired outfit rather than spend my precious time absorbing Chem and Comm lectures.
Another Artista's Blog
Just a few minutes ago I stumbled upon Maxene Magalona's blog. Her entries are not as impressing as Ala's though. But I added her to my links, because she's pretty. I love her. Hehehe...in fact I've been admiring her beauty for years now but hey, NOT IN A LESBIAN WAY!
School starts tomorrow and there's not quite an improvement in our sked, to think that this IS a summer term. It's unfortunate that we don't even have a proper lunchbreak! Awww...I won't be able to eat well. I guess I'll just live on sandwich for a month.
Chari's Debut
Finally, my best friend's turning 18 tomorrow. And I am more excited than she is. I get this feeling that I'm the one turning a year older! Anyway, she's holding a Hawaiian-style debut on Friday, somewhere in Antipolo. Therefore I will not attend my classes on Friday, whatever consequences this decision might bring. Haha! I'd rather party in my Jasmine Trias-inspired outfit rather than spend my precious time absorbing Chem and Comm lectures.
Another Artista's Blog
Just a few minutes ago I stumbled upon Maxene Magalona's blog. Her entries are not as impressing as Ala's though. But I added her to my links, because she's pretty. I love her. Hehehe...in fact I've been admiring her beauty for years now but hey, NOT IN A LESBIAN WAY!
A Smuggler's Cave Right Inside Our House
After some painstaking strategies I finally got my brothers to clean their rotten rooms. Haha! The trick, ladies and gentlemen, was to confiscate their Pokemon cards.
Yesterday morning, I found them locked up in their room, doing what my mom was always irritated with --they were playing with their royal collection of Pokemon cards, without even eating breakfast and gargling some mouthwash. Worse, their room was such a dreadful sight! It was further uglified with their socks, soccer shoes, toys, CD's, frog bones and decaying insects, and empty bottles of Gatsby styling gel scattered everywhere! Their room looked more like a smuggler's cave to me.
So there I was, fuming with anger and bitterly tired of repeated "Clean up!" and "Don't let your food wait!" But they wouldn't listen, and they teased me instead with their slow cruel smile. Consequently, without calming down I kicked their piled-up Pokemon cards on the floor and confiscated what I was able to pick up. I didn't hand it to them until evening, when they finally took a bath and miraculously cleaned their nostalgic room. Hay. It was such a relief to have seen sunlight pour in through their bedroom window. I was such a relief to have seen them act more humanly this time.
And so I think they need to be rewarded for their skill. They think so, too. Therefore tonight, we shall be watching the first and second installments of LOTR, because we have been deprived of the opportunity to watch it when it was shown on the big screen. Hehehe! My brothers had it all planned out --we'll start at 6pm so we could end at 12 midnight. Yay.
After some painstaking strategies I finally got my brothers to clean their rotten rooms. Haha! The trick, ladies and gentlemen, was to confiscate their Pokemon cards.
Yesterday morning, I found them locked up in their room, doing what my mom was always irritated with --they were playing with their royal collection of Pokemon cards, without even eating breakfast and gargling some mouthwash. Worse, their room was such a dreadful sight! It was further uglified with their socks, soccer shoes, toys, CD's, frog bones and decaying insects, and empty bottles of Gatsby styling gel scattered everywhere! Their room looked more like a smuggler's cave to me.
So there I was, fuming with anger and bitterly tired of repeated "Clean up!" and "Don't let your food wait!" But they wouldn't listen, and they teased me instead with their slow cruel smile. Consequently, without calming down I kicked their piled-up Pokemon cards on the floor and confiscated what I was able to pick up. I didn't hand it to them until evening, when they finally took a bath and miraculously cleaned their nostalgic room. Hay. It was such a relief to have seen sunlight pour in through their bedroom window. I was such a relief to have seen them act more humanly this time.
And so I think they need to be rewarded for their skill. They think so, too. Therefore tonight, we shall be watching the first and second installments of LOTR, because we have been deprived of the opportunity to watch it when it was shown on the big screen. Hehehe! My brothers had it all planned out --we'll start at 6pm so we could end at 12 midnight. Yay.
Me, the Melancholic (but in a positive way)
For the past few days, I've been doing the things which I've never had the time, the energy (and partly, the money) to do before. Thanks to this two-week academic vacation, my plans of doing the things which really make me happy are finally cropping up: unlimited sleep, sessions with my strings, movie marathons, whole-day hang-outs with friends, reading books aside from Campbell and Chang, and of course, cleaning our house.
Undeniably, I love cleaning the house -- and a general cleaning at that. As I have mentioned, it is one of the simple things which make me exceptionally pleased. At home during my spare time, I do most of the general tidying from the artsy foyer to the grubby toilet without a hint of kaartehan. *bow* I dust and sweep and scrub the place ala-Cinderella in one uniform direction (learned from my mom). After which, I redecorate our home's interior with anything that tickles my creative eye.
Perhaps it is out of my repugnance for dirty and disorganized surroundings that I developed this ardor for cleaning. Hahaha! With the melancholic temperament* that I'm born with, I always want to see things in their proper order -- neatly labeled in their proper bottles, boxes, or shelves. In fact, I have my own closet arranged in an oh-so-organized manner. Tops of the same color go together (arranged from the lightest to the darkest hue), and so with the pants and skirts. Then I have my pang-bahay meticulously folded and piled up gently so as not to disarrange the other clothing. As for the undergarments and socks, I have them all settled in an empty fish bowl inside my closet, for easy track down and added decorative accent. You bet, my sister found the fish bowl bizarre, but why bother? Atleast it gives my closet a more welcoming appearance.
Going back to cleaning, it is indeed one activity which allows me to become practically myself. Wearing my most rugged outfit and unkempt hair, I am able to move around freely, without considering the hassle of trying to look pleasant for everyone. Because nobody watches me scour the bathroom tiles and the toilet seats, there is no need to be overly prim and proper and decent-looking. In there, I could act as rowdy and sloppy as I want without being told to act femininely. It still makes sense, doesn't it? Because scrubbing done in a sophisticated mode is as good as not having scrubbed at all.
Being myself also means being able to sing for as long as I want, without my nasty brothers demanding me to shut up. While cleaning, I could liberally vocalize for they will be forced to tolerate my voice, unless they want to do the cleaning themselves. Knowing how lazy those boys could sometimes be, they'd offer up anything just to avoid the housework. Well this time, they’ve got to bear with my awful voice! Hehehe.
More importantly, the best thing about my dusting-sweeping-scrubbing routine is that it permits me to think real. With all the crap that is being fed to us by the media, we are left with no ideas of our own. As the great vj ala accurately puts it, "We let the media do the thinking for us". How miserable.
By temporarily barring the external hurly-burly, I am able to reflect deeply, to generate my own ideas, and yeah -- to ponder upon the decisions which I have made and are about to make. Needless to say, it exercises my tainted psyche.
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*Some interesting trivia:
People are born with either of the following temperaments: choleric, sanguine, phlegmatic, or melancholic.
Choleric people are the leaders, the daring, the bossy, and the straightforward horde.
Sanguine people are bubbly, excessively cheerful and loud, teeming with ideas yet they find it hard to materialize them.
Phlegmatic individuals are the peaceful and laid-back group, often with the "I don't care" attitude.
Finally, melancholics are deep, organized, and perfectionists. I am one of them. Hehehe! But I am partially sanguine and choleric too.
Ikaw, anong temperament mo?
For the past few days, I've been doing the things which I've never had the time, the energy (and partly, the money) to do before. Thanks to this two-week academic vacation, my plans of doing the things which really make me happy are finally cropping up: unlimited sleep, sessions with my strings, movie marathons, whole-day hang-outs with friends, reading books aside from Campbell and Chang, and of course, cleaning our house.
Undeniably, I love cleaning the house -- and a general cleaning at that. As I have mentioned, it is one of the simple things which make me exceptionally pleased. At home during my spare time, I do most of the general tidying from the artsy foyer to the grubby toilet without a hint of kaartehan. *bow* I dust and sweep and scrub the place ala-Cinderella in one uniform direction (learned from my mom). After which, I redecorate our home's interior with anything that tickles my creative eye.
Perhaps it is out of my repugnance for dirty and disorganized surroundings that I developed this ardor for cleaning. Hahaha! With the melancholic temperament* that I'm born with, I always want to see things in their proper order -- neatly labeled in their proper bottles, boxes, or shelves. In fact, I have my own closet arranged in an oh-so-organized manner. Tops of the same color go together (arranged from the lightest to the darkest hue), and so with the pants and skirts. Then I have my pang-bahay meticulously folded and piled up gently so as not to disarrange the other clothing. As for the undergarments and socks, I have them all settled in an empty fish bowl inside my closet, for easy track down and added decorative accent. You bet, my sister found the fish bowl bizarre, but why bother? Atleast it gives my closet a more welcoming appearance.
Going back to cleaning, it is indeed one activity which allows me to become practically myself. Wearing my most rugged outfit and unkempt hair, I am able to move around freely, without considering the hassle of trying to look pleasant for everyone. Because nobody watches me scour the bathroom tiles and the toilet seats, there is no need to be overly prim and proper and decent-looking. In there, I could act as rowdy and sloppy as I want without being told to act femininely. It still makes sense, doesn't it? Because scrubbing done in a sophisticated mode is as good as not having scrubbed at all.
Being myself also means being able to sing for as long as I want, without my nasty brothers demanding me to shut up. While cleaning, I could liberally vocalize for they will be forced to tolerate my voice, unless they want to do the cleaning themselves. Knowing how lazy those boys could sometimes be, they'd offer up anything just to avoid the housework. Well this time, they’ve got to bear with my awful voice! Hehehe.
More importantly, the best thing about my dusting-sweeping-scrubbing routine is that it permits me to think real. With all the crap that is being fed to us by the media, we are left with no ideas of our own. As the great vj ala accurately puts it, "We let the media do the thinking for us". How miserable.
By temporarily barring the external hurly-burly, I am able to reflect deeply, to generate my own ideas, and yeah -- to ponder upon the decisions which I have made and are about to make. Needless to say, it exercises my tainted psyche.
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*Some interesting trivia:
People are born with either of the following temperaments: choleric, sanguine, phlegmatic, or melancholic.
Choleric people are the leaders, the daring, the bossy, and the straightforward horde.
Sanguine people are bubbly, excessively cheerful and loud, teeming with ideas yet they find it hard to materialize them.
Phlegmatic individuals are the peaceful and laid-back group, often with the "I don't care" attitude.
Finally, melancholics are deep, organized, and perfectionists. I am one of them. Hehehe! But I am partially sanguine and choleric too.
Ikaw, anong temperament mo?
Haha! After six tedious hours of figuring out blogger templates, I have finally put everything into one piece.
Welcome to my new blog!
Welcome to my new blog!
Whew, I think am doing great here in blogspot. Oh well, things are still under construction...but I'm blogging something interesting as soon as I straighten out everything..
