Deadly Arrow

It was supposed to be a day of serene bliss but what I had expected to be a tranquil moment vanished in thin air. I am the sort of an individual who loses hope whenever someone of extreme supremacy utters words of deprivation towards me, especially someone I look up to.

My heart almost slaughtered itself when my English teacher in my school told me that I must not mimic Teacher Precy when it comes to using the British accent, after asking a question at the representative of Ateneo de Manila University during the recruitment talk at Hope Christian School. My respect for my English mentor was as high as the crystal sky but after those words, which seemed to still echo in my mind, abhorrence took over the entire system of my body. I am not mimicking anybody else especially not my abysmal previous teacher whom everyone in my class can’t even understand and who the hell cares if I possess this kind of accent? You? My mom? President Obama? Nobody cares! It’s my life and if you’re going to deprive me of something in which my whole future depends on then thank you. You had just given me a reason to slaughter my futile existence in this damn world filled with feckless individuals. I am not saying this to cause chaos but to clarify my self. Another thing, when I talked in front, everybody kept on looking at me and uttering words that are loathsome. They say that I talk like a Badjao. Damn! I wasn’t born in this ample place just to become your buffoon and I don’t talk like a native Badjao. They just don’t know how to distinguish tremendous sufficiency from a monotonous capability. They were supposed to be FOURTH YEAR HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS and not a bunch of kids from PRE-SCHOOL.

For my teacher, Yes I ain’t that capable of speaking with that kind of accent when I was in my sophomore years since shame kept on following me but ain’t I have the right to develop or enhance something useful for my well-being? Nothing in this world remains constant excluding change. I had unlocked that skill of mine when I started to be a junior high school student and you weren’t my teacher before. And what I abhor about the administration is that they’re biased – I’ll talk no more about this.

If you find this post loathsome, you can go freely.. I’m totally irked today so I’m not in a good mood.

Ring the Bells

School started a couple of weeks ago and since then, I wasn’t given the time to blog due to the strictness of my superior maddah. My little-sweet independence evaporated in mid-air. Anyways, I’ll begin in stating what happened today since I can’t put into mind the things that occurred in the past few days- except for my guy classmate wearing a woman’s cup A bra during a play. First, I wore the wrong pair of socks. Yeah, I wasn’t aware of it at first because I was too drowsy to scrutinize my socks! (Imagine waking up at 5 am because your classes will start at 6:50 in the morning. 6:50! 6:50 A.M!! Let’s see if you can still inspect that you wore the wrong pair of socks.) However, I was at peace when nobody noticed the difference and if they did, it would be too damn embarrassing. Next is mathematics. I ain’t good in numbers but I can spell various words precisely. Want me to spell mathematics? I-H-A-T-E-I-T!! See? I’m good, right? Anyways, my progress in mathematics is at its lowest. I still am having some difficulties when it comes to graphs and solving problems concerning advanced algebra. I hope that those mathematicians hadn’t invented those mathematical equations- it irks me but lo’ some part of me appreciates them for the reason that, their contributions were of great significance- but still that wouldn’t change how bad I feel about mathematics. And lastly, was our CAT. It’s fun though you can’t express how happy you are to be included there in the field because your might get a rampant punishment. I was quite uneasy whenever I execute the facings to think that I wore socks of diverse designs. I guess that’s all for now. I’ve got no more time left. Tah-tah~♥

Back to Ringing Bells

LOllii lollii oh lollii pii

I've been busy these past few days that is why I haven't replied on your comments on my last post but worry not for I had read all of it and needless to say, i appreciated your desire to offer me your deepest sympathy. Anyways, I had my hair cut short since it seemed like my previous look was slowly becoming monotonous. I had begged my mother to permit me to have my hair cut for like a thousand times before and ain't I glad that she finally allowed me to have my own way. I'll show you some pictures. (Kindly click the spoilers please.)

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LIFE IS FULL OF SURPRISES
you'll never know when something embarrassing might happen

Perhaps, the title says it all. JUNE 1. Supposedly, that was the appointed date for the opening of the school year in my alma mater but, fortunately, I was undoubtedly wrong- or were they just the one who committed the errors. I wasn't informed about the rescheduling matter that is why I woke up early in the morning and took a cold bath, wore my too-conservative uniform, ate my breakfast and commute my way towards my school for a fresh new school year- while praying that I won't be late. I was on time -my first time being early in going to school the only problem is, there is no first-day-of-classes and no good-for-everything classmates. It's only me and my silly little brown bag, standing in front of my school dumbfounded. I went home and the worst part is, I had a runny nose since I took a cold bath early. Pity me.

MINDANAO LEADERS CONVERGENCE

I attended the MLC for the year 2009 which was held last May 29-30 at Life Mixx Building, General Santos City. It was fun and I learned tons of things-especially those which are related to God. There were some groups of individuals who came from Davao, Zamboanga and Cagayan De Oro. I met new personalities but sometimes it kinda gets a little awkward. Visit their site at multiply. www.lifemixx.multiply.com

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The Neglected Legitimate Child

Life is iniquitous and unjust but one thing is certain, God is not.

Awful-that would surely be the literal characterization of my untimely eight years of existence. Horrid is for the next seven years of my living in this ample place called earth I was vaguely sanctified with an unsatisfactory household and a reckless father. The disjointing of my family was the worst condition I had ever stumbled upon. It pains me to witness how both my father and mother toss their rings, the symbol of their affinity and unison, in the wastebasket or in the pawnshop. Yet, nothing is more complex and excruciating when you perceive your father holding another pregnant woman’s hand- hugging and kissing her like she was his wife. I must be vexed but no matter how hard I try to be aggravated by the scene, there’s nothing I can do to alter it- it’s there, I just need to accept those nightmarish facts. I’ve had various quantities of stepsisters on diverse stepmothers and it still is a burden in my life in an odd way. I loved them- my stepmothers and even those little cute babies who knew nothing about adultery however, my dad’s actions gave me a reason on why I must brawl for what is mine. I am fond of my dad- I do things to please him like presenting hearty gifts on his birthday and other occasions but I just don’t think that he feels the same way towards me too. He can’t even remember my age. He knows nothing about me. Yes, I’m a perfect stranger in his imperfect world. Honestly, I am scared. The fear of losing my dad brings hideous shivers unto my bones. He’s slowly turning his back away from me- what I need is a 360 degrees turnaround not the half of it. Dad was never responsible when it comes to me and my mom. He was like a pleasing seraph to his neighbors but never to his lawful kindred and it wants me to hurt him so badly. However, I was never meant to be a black sheep. He left mom alone to support me in my studies and to spend cash for my daily provisions and it’s just difficult because all I can do was to watch her work night and day until she grew unwell. And him? He bought his illegitimate family the things they need- he gave them prolific supremacy on his life. While me and my mom kept on scratching the thick soil for gold but nothing we did find. It’s his fault. If only he did not leave mom. If only he was a responsible father. If only he felt sympathy towards my state. If only he loved me. But those were just if only’s. Majority of it is nothing but hallucinations. Nevertheless, I’ll set my feet on the ground and aim high. Remember dad, what you give is what you take.

I just can't stop it

I’ve been paying attention to Kpop compositions for three years now and its Korean bands were flourishing enough to stun me. I’ve been a Super junior fanatic ever since I noticed them on Star King while watching Charice Pempengco’s awe-inspiring performance on stage. I mistook Heechul for Eunhyuk- a lot of Koreans are identical but soon you’ll spot the variation if you’ll glance at them closely. Then, I got hooked up on Wonder Girls and SNSD which appeared to occupy a quarter of my life ever since I took notice of their songs on youtube. I adore WG’s song entitled “Nobody” and SNSD’s “Kissing You” and “Gee.” The Nobody song was fairly prominent inside our four-walled classroom. Then again, my classmate Kate, recommended me the new born band named SHINEE. Pretty boys they truly are and like those other fanatics, I fell in love with their songs and they inspired me a lot. A diminutive quantity of buoyancy is slowly building within me and it’s somewhat considered as a good news. I know a lot of girls like Min Ho oppa~ however, I just wanted to inform you that I, too, am mesmerized by his splendor. I’m also listening to Big Bang and 2ne1. I like Sandara Park for I find her cute and in view of the fact that she’s the Pambansang Krung-Krung of the Philippines. I remember singing her song entitled “In or Out”. She’s magnificently talented!

I was just wondering, why is it that some singers or even bands in our country stick with that Screamo-type of song? I find it nauseating. Furthermore, there are times when the lyrics of their song are senseless or filled with lickerish words that seemed to be espoused by the youth in a pessimistic way. That is why I stick with Korean music though I comprehend it not but the translations are pretty good and consequential. Also, I noticed that out band groups here have the hot-sizzling-beefy-men-and-women image and I’ve seen no cute ones which is such a shame I was planning of forming a band like that in Korea but I have such a long path to walk to and hindrances to face before I get into that same future as my stars are. But I know if that similar future is predestined for me, then God will supply the whole thing I require.

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Fiery Tail

“I love you mom ”

These words were meant to be spoken by my lips . It’s as if I’ve been chronically subsisting for that specific phrase. However, these words aren’t enough to illustrate how much I adore my dear mother and that I must attest it through my deeds.

I love surprises and I adore it too much. But, I wasn’t able to buy my mom some mothers day cards and various cute things (that she would later not use) and it upsets me. I’ve been financially down these past few days due to my excessive everyday expenditure. So, I just sent a message to my dad to fetch me at mom’s house and watch some movies on the cinema-just him and me- because that’s the only way I can ask him for money though I’m aware of his alibis. By the way, my stepmother gave birth to her new baby girl last May 8 and she was temporarily named as Marielle. Hooray for that Anyways, after watching the movie, Star Trek, I asked my dad to buy my mommy some pizza but we changed our minds. I bought mom the Mothers Day Yehey Cake from Dunkin Donuts and trust me it was cute. Fortunately, mom liked it and I was relieved and was overflowing with bliss .

After that unusual and joyful occasion, me and my mom brawled over something that was utterly extraneous. We were fighting over a lost wallet-my wallet to be exact. She told me that I have with me the wallet and I answered back that she was the one possessing it and not me (since I gave it to her two days before because she paid our food using the money inside my wallet). I was easily vexed since that thing occurred early in the morning, and I was dreaming about my favorite boy band, so I slammed all the doors and mumbled offensive words on my mind which clearly irked her. If we’re going to do some mathematics here, this is how the equation goes: Hot-tempered + Hot-tempered = Hot water . Dig? After a couple of minutes, I fell asleep on the other room and I didn’t hear her shout something so she kicked the door and yelled at me for like- forever. I shed tears so badly that I lost my appetite . But everything was back to the way it was before after my mom apologized. Yey I was quite agitated though, for the reason that I can still hear that voice inside my head. I thought it was long gone but I was mistaken. While weeping, my head kept on saying: “Go and commit suicide.” That was it and those words still brings shiver unto my very soul. I don’t want to go back again on that sinister alley. Never.

Anyhow, I saw the matter we were brawling about for a couple of minutes. It was under my keyboard- alive and fresh. I was glad I decided to practice on playing the keyboard. So, that was it my fiery tail. Boring, eh? Right.

Girls Night Out

Summer has never been this gratifying. Last Saturday night, I spent my remaining five hours of that temperate day with my fellow lady bloggers at Tierra Montana Hotel to witness an eccentrically, gaudy swimwear model search. I met Te Twinks, at last. Furthermore, I was able to spend some of my groovy time with these big shots: Te Lainy, Te Rosilie, Te Tammy- and my mom, excluded.( Needless to utter, but we are all very pretty. Take Note: “WE” are all “VERY” pretty. Want me to repeat it again?)Anyways, the search was rather droll. The contestants were appealing and sexy too. That explains why a lot of beefy men are scattered around the venue. However, the concept of “All beauty and no Brains” daunts me. A lot. I detest erroneous pronunciations. For example, uttering the phrase “Good evening” as “Good ebning.” You might find me as someone who wants everything set and said flawlessly. But no, I’m categorically not that sort of an individual-I’m just particular with the manner of how I pronounce certain words, especially those which are written in the English tongue. Besides, I’d be esoteric in any ways if I ought not to learn the techniques on how to state words in the approved manner. We’re living in a cultivated humanity so it isn’t startling if we attempt to educate ourselves too. Alright, back to the search, so the girls were sizzling hot-at least that was what the guys imagined. They danced and posed like they’re posing for a men’s magazine- perhaps, that’s how it works for searches like this one. San Miguel Beer was a sponsor and triumph too with other ones that I recognize not. For ones own information about me, I abhor alcohols. It’s loathsome. I just don’t know if that works for alcoholics though. Anyhow, the best parts were the chit-chats and the food and the worst part is paying my bills for the foods I ordered since my mom doesn’t have her money with her. Now, I lost all my cash to pay for this week’s expenses.

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Credits to Ate Rosilie and Ate Tammy

Playing the keyboard is not just fun
It’s rather hideous

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So, our keyboard lessons for this month had reached its end and we’re going to have our recital this Saturday at Life Mix. I am certainly agitated. I’m certainly not regarded as a professional in playing the keyboard that’s why I ain’t prepared for the recital. I am a neophyte- an aghast neophyte. Get it? We’re going to play the song entitled THE SHOW which was sung by Lenka. It’s somehow a combination of the old-way and modernized way of singing tunes. By the way, our band is christened as the “CHECK IT OUT” band. So, if you’re living just around the corners of this city called General Santos why not check it out? Wish me Luck guys and more blessings from God.