a decade late

Meet my new found love :

meet all the people here and know all the terms.

Ever since, I really wanted to be like her too!!!!!:

brave.mature.

smart

beautiful

okay,i'm a late bloomer slash late potter fan,but still,it's really magical to discover what I missed on my generation. At least humahabol ako. When everybody thought the magic already ended,for me it's simply and magically beginning.

nr: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (more books and magical experiences pa!)

wingardium leviosa!!!!

The Extended Shaked Hands Place

Yes, I sensed it. I sensed and worried about the "sold-out tickets" stuff until the 1:00 PM of the afternoon. By that time,it's then confirmed that we can't make it.

The sudden or certain plan of my mind is Greenbelt 3 and watch San Lazaro (scroll down for the pics and trailer).New adventure,wow.Sending my alternative after learning the "sold-out news" here and there,confusion strikes about stations and meet up.I'm wishing I'm doing the right thing as well as that I'm doing a right thing. (Eyeing the Blue Babble Batallion and lots of Atenean will do,yeah!)

Ayala Station.

Going down through the stairs that led me to that time's last ear-to-ear smile moment as well as to the last held hands, anyone could tell that is really amazing.Nice to be back nice to be there and not-so-nice to remember that I didn't even make to blog about it or even just write in a piece of a blank paper or at a back of an occupied one.

So familiar,yes,but it's limited.

No inside view of the huge and spectacular malls,not even a distinction of what that is and what goes beyond that.Instead, I'm so psyched with the idea of my very first gig of the year in front of the Glorietta 4,the idea of seeing and listening to them again and who would've thought!Even seeing my favorite FM radio DJ duo(what?) Chico and Delamar of RX 93.1!!!!!! and lastly,the idea of face-familiarization,the distinction,the professed failure and the supposed title of the supposed blog entry: 'He offered his Hands to me Again'.With that,I'm already floating in the atmosphere! while walking and leaving Ayala Station and more.

You Know Me

"Know" not Knew.

Even if you're a high school friend or acquaintance,a college buddy or best friend, or a co- sponge cola lister,you know me. You know me very well. Yes,have faith,you do.Simply somehow, I'm a sponge cola girl. That's what you know right? Let's just refresh that, and you must know, I love how you're knowing me.

Sharing one the biggest part of me would always make me feel so cheerful. So there you go,almost six...seven...years?I wouldn't know,that's how short me for me loving Sponge Cola, the Band that is almost,yes just almost...okay fine,really, my identity.

and what's new? know the araw oras tagpuan HAHAHAHA.

SPONGE COLA TO RELEASE 4TH ALBUM THIS SEPTEMBERhttp://m.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150767571665414.738673.214540185413&refid=7&_ft_a=1787196047&_ft_tf=184149934987058&_ft_ti=308&_ft_aoi=110258045709581&_ft_fth=88a14509bd27db8b&_ft_time_ft=1314162058

Why I'm Thinking Twice of Being Present

blame it on the hormones though.THIS.

They say it might be the end of the world...but I say, It's just a start of something nice.Maybe I'm just really influenced,fascinated even of blogging inside our room via a laptop (HAHAHA,I'm not your girl with a laptop though,see?). and I'm thinking twice of being present today.

It's not me,if you know me, for the past days, our school library had been a really good place to be in or a great company as well. I would study for midterms,read "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" (starting to be become as fan,here I am again-LATE) six more books to go,and 7 more movies! or learn my reports and stuff.On my third year,library is one the best discovery ever.So I'm the studious type of girl. Thank you,thank you. But I'm begging for prayers for the Resurrection of my midterm exam result at communication theories. I don't know what happened,2/5 that is.

okay 8:09 AM now,class at 9:00 AM. On-line Writing is the Subject,so I DO.

BLOGGING-it is really indeed my dream...

WELL I JUST WANT TO SHARE MY GOAL: I just Want to be like JESSICA MENDOZA with more purpose version. HA HA. (that a nervous laugh there).

okay,I just think twice but I'm certainly going to go be present. :O

RAMON BAUTISTA DAY

AKO SIGURO ANG TINITINGNAN NI RAMON DITO.HAHAHAHAHA. SERIOUSLY, I WAS THERE :))

Cinemalaya : Ang Babae sa Septic Tank 2

Cinemalaya : Ang Babae sa Septic Tank 2

Cinemalaya: Ang Babae sa Septic Tank

Cinemalaya: Ang Sayaw ng Dalawang Kaliwang Paa

Cinemalaya NetPac : San Lazaro

Day must've been ended before the darkness

day.

Night made you forget that term and that time...almost.

My organization's seminar was cancelled,after wearing my 'Iskolar ng Bayan's shirt,after playing plants vs zombies.


I suddenly just led us to watch the previous films made by the students of our college, mostly silent films. The Notepad stirred my emotion. It’s so, so, so, mind boggling, interrupting my expectation, cheated as it is. Ugh, but it made me awe the team, the production, the students behind that. So I smile.
THIS IS A DAY PART OF THIS POST. You gotta know that, I almost wish that everyday must be like this day, it’s so peaceful, and I’m so grateful.

COINCIDENCE

While watching, familiar tune floated in the air, I mean at the whole COC. Someone’s singing Gemini by Sponge Cola at the Videoke Booth (it’s our college week by the way). I’m just curious to know who THE ONE so go and see. I‘m really expecting a different person, someone I don’t know, someone not familiar, someone not related to Yael or R-jay for that matter. Honestly, I was hoping to somebody else , so realize there is somebody out there somewhere who care to sing a sponge cola song for a limited chance. I REALLY thought, that this time, it’s gonna be different!!!!!!!!
YES, I’m wrong. I saw him, him that reminded me much of my past. The resemblance. My surprise consumed my whole body, all my nerves and that, especially that ones on my brains, so I hastily got in again and whisper eagerly to a great friend, that it was him, and I can’t believe it!!!!!I go out again, and my orgmates decide to check as well who’s the one might be. So they know already. AGAIN, I’M EXPOSED –CHEAP.
He as well I think sang TULIRO, great thing my orgmates were I think busy with the film, and didn’t tease me. The teasing, it’s so high school, I please, I don’t want to go back right there again.

This simple, heartfelt of mine is even extended when I am going home. A skateboard reached my feet, and when I turn my back, it’s…..
Him.
My Highness, I felt like I’m shooting my movie again about this girl, who’s a fond of vocalist, seeing this vocalist in a friend, which she eventually like (or love? I’m honestly not sure if this is love even) for a very short time really, It was just what? Almost 5 years? Real short eh?. Then suddenly saw this guy on college, a resemblance of her so called friend, and then constantly remind her of him constantly after that. WHAT THE?
The day ends, with red nail polish on the left hand and It must’ve been really ended, but no.

THE DARKNESS


My initial thought doesn’t usually go smoothly with what is really happening. Some things are still the same, though I know that there are things (which I consider a small one) that is kind of not right. I am normal, I want the rest of the night of this day to just as surprisingly happy as my day. I’m excited for the service, you can tell, I even status about that! But what just didn’t hit was that there are things that is not the same as the previous weeks with my Victory friends. I didn’t even tell that they were not even excited for the service! I thought I was just because we have so much time before the service to start. Or so I thought.
The preaching WAS GOOD, in fact I really enjoyed the service! Jesus is the light! I think I’ll post another one for my learning.

But on our Victory Group, a lot of issues are popping already. I even get confused why they’re talking about that – questions, THE VICTORY AND THE CATHOLIC CHURCH, the confession of Iane, and so on and on…issues that they’re looking for answers issues that involve the victory. I can never get them really, though understand them.

All I’m just saying is that, why? You think you’re doing a wrong thing for God?, were you being a criminal? So what if they even ask you to hate the catholic, so what if they’re trying to change your beliefs? Bottom line is, would you allow them?
In the end, it’s just you and God, nothing, even this world can even go between you and Him if you’ll not allow them.

Pray, read the Bible, be the Doer of the Word.

Catholic or Christian, Muslim or Buddhism…allow the truth to be in your heart, as long you have there your God.

the movies and my highness

Perhaps the noise pollution at the College of Communication sent back home our World Lit professor. A theory that explained much why in a midst of a supposed class,we get a chance to watch two Korean movies: The Classic and My Sassy Girl.I'm grateful for the chance!

It's the second time of watching 'The Classic' though,and it's like a de javu.I feel right back,feel familiarization but there are things that are simply missing.Literally and not.

As for 'My Sassy Girl',I cried.My tears are usually active while watching films,seeing the one I love weep and when I'm feeling bad about myself.But let's not forget about the tears I'm releasing whenever I feel God,His mercy and grace.

My highness is the aftermath - like everything is graceful,like life is dancing slowly with me.Walking in the rain with my pink umbrella,discovering a woman with the same as my pink protection against the raindrops.I smile,like I'm a starring in my spectacular movie.

Produced,Written and Directed by God

Edited by Jesus.

girl and balloons

I suddenly became fascinated with the idea of a girl holding loads of balloons..I feel like my thoughts are the balloons and I am the girl...

on the other I feel like the 2nd year high-school me is the heart-shaped balloon,I'm so there to let it go..yet,there's a yet.I'm still learning to get used of how we are now.How I am NOW.

I find hard to let go of my thoughts,so colorful...so deserving to be here,to be encoded and to be viewed by the world..

freedom,YES.I'm giving myself and my a words a freedom.

as the new begins

the idea of blogging is sometimes really dreadful.There are times that I don't really know why it oftentimes initiate chaos on my mind and on my fingers.

Yes,with the fact that I love writing(i really do honestly). that is why I'm puzzled for a very long time - Why my blog is stranded can't even move on from one thoughts to another,so many happenings,so many dreams coming true that is waiting to be encoded,to be documented.

Earlier I tried the design of my blog,but I can't seem to fulfill it,errors were existing so I give up.Words are the most important anyway,I love seeing more and more words on my blog.another fact,words,loads of it,initiate procrastination!yes,you read it just right,procrastination is the word.BOOM.

so now,I decided somehow to have a weekly (if not daily) blogging.Just random thoughts,random experiences and maybe (or of course-addiction).I don't want to think much about my reader (if ever there's any),oooppsss sorry. I just want to fulfill. myself .Just to release.Therapy is the word for this,I love words,but I'm not so sure if I love grammar.I just want to be free from rules.THIS IS MY BLOG ANYWAY.read or not,as long as I'm seeing my thoughts into words,I'll be glad.


but I am not giving up with my grammar though.


please,judge or not.Who cares?

Ycah Thoughts.Just like a mind Fart.