Yagi

MOVED

2009-02-22T09:31:00.002-08:00

I'VE MOVED!

VISIT ME AT

http://gialish.blogspot.com/

OH LOOK A DOG!

2008-10-26T10:59:00.000-07:00

Ok, so i made a new story entitled "OH LOOK A DOG"

Here's the trailer

BANNER

READ HERE: CLICK!

STORYLINE:
Prince Travis and Carina hates each other so much, the kept quarreling ever single day. The kingdom where they live tries to endure this scene everyday but Carina's evil twin sister can't stand it anymore.

She casts a spell on both of them, sending them away to a different world, in a different body, the body of a dog.

They both searched for their bodies, as they did they met Andrea, someone who could actually understand them. Andrea actually keeps their bodies in her house, where she lives alone. This is because her dogs turned into human beings one night.

Carina and Travis learned that they need to work together in order to make the two used to be dogs fall inlove with each other, this is the only way they could get their bodies back.

Claire, the dog that has Carina's body, likes Trevor, the dog inside Travis' body. Problem is, Trevor doesn't like Carina.

Will they ever be back in their own body?

Can Andrea actually help them? When she has problems of her own. Stalker. Yule, also known as Andrea's tail, is this person that has one big crush on Andrea. But All Andrea want is for him to leave her alone.

Will they ever have a fairytale ending? Or will everything end as nightmare? Find out in OH LOOK A DOG! :)

SO there.. I'll reply to everyone's comments tomorrow, and i'll post the themesong of this fanfic tomorrow too.. Plus maybe, since I've already watched HSM 3, I might post a review about it too. Hopefully, I could also watch twilight. So there.. Kinda sleepy now.. I'll edit this tomorrow..

(lol.. i love the word tomorrow.. redundant..)

NEW HAIRCUT.. :)

2008-10-24T08:05:00.001-07:00

Short hair is love! As long as it grows back again, seriously.

Ok, so I just had a haircut last 2 weeks but I got tired of my full bangs, so there. My hair grows back really fast, I think it's because all the nutrients I get from the food I eat goes to my hair. Happy.

Friends... Friends?

2008-10-21T05:51:00.000-07:00

It seems like I don't know them anymore, yet I really do. After being separated this senior year, our group didn't really fade away, yet sometimes I'm just not interested in anything anymore. But you know what's really complicated? It's that even if I say I don't care, I do and even if I say I do, sometimes I just don't. OK, don't kill me if I gave you headache, let's just look at the positive side of things, both of us now have a headache. Happy people.

She's a cry baby, she really is. She cries every single day, for as far as I remember that girl won't stop crying, she must drink a lot of water. She can cry barells of tears for such a stupid reason, like when she said she got a low grade when it was actually high. Her classmates seems to have given up on her, since the last time she cried, which was today, nobody crowded her anymore. It could either be so she could breathe properly or maybe they just got tired of seeing her cry. it's stupid, yet it's pretty normal.

She's a lunatic, she really is. She sings alone in the streets and laugh for no reason. Yet, I think she got most of that from me. I'm insane but now she seems to have started the crazy people trend, I mean she's really insane, no joke. Since now I'm often together with her, because we're classmates, sometimes I feel like our personalities are already alike. No, no, no, I'm different but she's just indifferent. o_O Yet it's still abnormally normal.

She's noisy, she's too proud, I hate it. She keeps on saying bad things about me, yet she keeps on praising me. I don't get it. She's a spoiled brat! Everytime I'm supposed to scream at her, she suddenly becomes nice, talk about instant transformation. Yet, she's like that, it can't easily be changed.

She's her assistant, but I see her more of the cry baby's servant. Whenever her master cries she's the one that fixes her bag, carries her bag, practically do everything. I'm glad my underdog days are over, but now that it is, they just realized that I look like a dog, I DON'T LOOK LIKE A DOG! Anyway, It's obvious that the so-called boss had already stepped down and became the so-called maid. How sad.

She's, um, weird? ok, maybe not so. But she's obsess with killing, erm, curing people. How could she love blood, needles, operations and brains. o_O I'm scared of that! But then again, she'll probably be a proffesional doctor in the future. The girl has talent in that field.

So this "Shes" are my friends, group of friends, it may seem like I have a lot of things against them but that's what I like about them, I think. Friends accept friends for whoever they are, I accept them, even if they are sometimes annoying. I'm still here for them because if it wasn't for them I would be who I am today, ok maybe they are not the whole reason but atleast they are part of it.

awards.. ^__________________^ happy gia!

2008-10-18T02:14:00.000-07:00

I won, I can't believe it.

Yesterday, October 17 2008, the division level started. Every high school from Quezon City joined this event. It was a big honor to win in such event. In the feature writing category, out of I think 100 feature writers, I was a part of the top 10, 9Th to be exact. This achievement is something I only had in my dreams, competing against big schools such as PISAY and many other schools, I felt great.

I never thought my dream, my goal, my want and need would come true in a blink of an eye. I worked hard for it, I exerted a lot of effort and missed a lot of lectures and classes along the way. Yet everything was worth it, everything fell into place, I'm so happy. I used to be invisible, but now everything changed, weird.

It was an unexpected win, since in our district presscons, I never won anything. They said the reason was because I have an ugly handwriting, which I agree on. But along the way, as I keep on losing, I started to think "Was it really because of my handwriting? Or am I just not good enough?". I mean, I lose when everyone else won. That was against only 5-7 schools. But on the back of my mind, I thought "I was in the wrong category". My teacher keeps on insisting I take up editorial, when my heart is in feature writing. But I'm glad I didn't took feature writing 1st, because if I would have won before, there's a possibility that I would lose today. I won because I want to achieve, I want to take revenge against failure, I won because I hated losing again and again.

God truly has a purpose in everything, I so happy today, It's hard to comprehend my feelings. From the way my eyes went big, the way I walked up to the stage, the way way I took the certificate to the way I went back to sit, I remember everything. I reminiscenced everything, the time I cried from losing and the time I smiled because of winning. I thank God for everything.

Yet after all the things that happened, I felt humble. My feet is still planted on the ground, I still have a long way to go. Since I won, I would work even harder to have a position in the regionals. Please, pray for me. ^_________^

(I'll post pics once they are available..)

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oh yeah.. Mia gave me this award..

Rules:
1. Put the logo on your blog.
2. Add a link to the person who awarded it to you.
3. Link 10 other bloggers whom you wanted to share this award to.
4. Give a reason why you consider that person’s blog cool.

Thanks Mia!

My turn! I think these people's blogs are cool:
Andi, Dei, Eunice, Francesca, Janelle,Jh3n, Khai, Meg, Xyla, Yasmin

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EDITED:
found this through the net.. I thought it was nice so here..

This is a beautiful message that was shared by a little girl…who loved it to be shared amongst all of us who loves to smile:

There once was a little boy who wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with cupcakes, several cans of root beer and started on his journey. When he had gone about three blocks, he saw an elderly woman. She was sitting on a park bench watching the pigeons. The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed the lady looked hungry so he offered her a cupcake. She gratefully accepted and smiled at him. Her smile was so wonderful that he wanted to see it again, so he offered a root beer as well. Once again she smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling without saying a word.

As it began to grow dark, the boy realized how tired he was and wanted to go home. He got up to leave but before he had gone no more than a few steps, he turned around and ran back to the old woman, giving her a big hug. She gave him her biggest smile ever. When the boy arrived home his Mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked, What has made you so happy today. He replied, “I had lunch with God. Before his mother could respond he added, you know what She’s got the most beautiful smile in the whole world!”

Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy, returned to her home. Her son was stunned by the look of peace on her face. He asked, Mother, what has made you so happy today She replied, I ate cupcakes in the park with God. And before her son could reply, she added, “You know, he is much younger than I expected”.

Too often we under estimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring; all of which have the potential to turn life around. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime….

beautiful right? ^_^

Journ.Journ.Journ.and yes, Journ.

2008-10-15T04:28:00.000-07:00

1st of all, I'm sorry for all those who asked me to link them up and yet I haven't, I'll add you all up once I have time. Hectic schedule, tired body, stressed eyes and yes, eye bags.
I'll also reply to comments later on.

Also, I've received an award from Mia, I'll post it after this post. ^_^

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As you can see, I'm just writing to keep my blog alive. (LIVE I TELL YOU! LIVE!) Today is the district presscon, I've entered two categories, feature writing and sports writing (yes, i said so before that it was actually editorial, I switched), this my dears gave my hands a memory it can never forget. None stop writing for 3 hours and more made my hands sore. T_______________T

Anyway, feature writing was the best, the spokesperson was no other than Mr, erm, Ms. Danton Remoto. He, I mean she, is a really funny yet very clever, I love his witty remarks, here are some of it.

You can find the Manila zoo in our high school faculty, one teacher proves that Charles Darwin's law of evolution is indeed correct.

Well, as we all know it isn't correct, God made us, we did not come from apes, who would want to be an ape? But man, that cracked me up!

There's another one, but sadly I forgot what it was. T_______________T

Another speaker was Kara David, she was indeed pretty, one thing that she emphasised to us was the word "MALASAKIT" which means compassion in English.

Here's a statement I could not forget...

Young journalist would probably say that they want to be journalist to serve their country, but no, they can serve their country even if they aren't journalist. To tell you the truth, I too want to show off by saying that, but the real reason why I took up masscom was because my group of friends were masscom student and because there are alot of cute guys in masscom.

LOL! I laughed. Cute guys huh? Speaking of cute, I saw atleast 3 chinky eyed guy there. So happy! XD
Well, of course she was kidding, true it may be but as she continues I found that she is doing this because someone need to do it. Someone needs to show the world what is really happening. It may be hard work but the people in her coverage have an even more difficult life.

As for sports writing, I rushed things up. 30 minutes to write and nothing else. Since I came there at 3:00pm (NOTE: 3:00pm means times up, program is over.), This is why my right hand is sore. It made wish I could also write on my left hand. T____________T

The reason why I was late because I was also late in feature writing, I was late because we ate too slow. Yes, really slow. We, meaning, my classmates and I. Since all of us were in a double category, they didn't continue on their next category, I was stubborn, I still gave it a shot.

Awarding will be this friday, may God's will be done, pray for me, Ok? ^__________^ Thanks and that's all. I'm freakin' tired, Imma go to sleep now. Night!

Handwriting

2008-10-07T04:28:00.000-07:00

I took this handwriting analysis thing and this is my results..

Gia Allana has difficulty making decisions. Her mind changes constantly. She lives in an emotional tug of war. Gia Allana could be described like a thermometer. Today warm and friendly, yet tomorrow she may be distant and cold, not wanting to be close to anyone.

Some research indicates that people with a severe variety in the slant of their handwriting have an inability to tolerate sugar and are suffering the side-effects of too much sugar in their diet. If moods swings are a reoccurring issue, investigate the diet.

If Gia Allana encounters a situation she cannot handle she frequently pulls into herself. She feels her emotions are secure if she is withdrawn. When she has solved the problem she can be very outgoing and again need other people's companionship. Some see Gia Allana as very moody, but it it would be more accurate to say she has two complete personalities that she chooses depending on the circumstance. This type of person is often hard to understand because no one knows what personality she is exhibiting today. She may not be bothered by something one minute, then the next minute become upset at the same thing. It is very difficult to pin down Gia Allana's emotional expressiveness.

This is true. Schizophrenia? LOL. Not so, but I do have two different personalities. Saying this, kinda freaks me out. I really am moody and my emotions are often too strong, I mean when I'm happy, I'm really happy. When I'm sad, I'm totally down-on-the-dumps depressed! I guess I'm really hard to deal with, how stubborn.

People that write very large tend to be very social and friendly. It seems Gia Allana has this type of writing. This indicates a need for people and a particular natural ability to socialize and be the life of the party. Now, if Gia Allana also has specific fears (like fear of criticism or fear of trust) then she will deny she is the life of the party, because fear has overcome her natural inclination to be social. People with large handwriting tend to be effective at anything that requires interaction with lots of people. she is a people person.

Yeah! I love social events, I love meeting new people and going to new places. But I can't. My mom won't allow me to just go anywhere I want. How sad. And as much as I say I love criticism, I actually fear it. I hate to admit it but I do. I hate fear, I try to overcome fear.

Gia Allana is sensitive to criticism about her ideas and philosophies. She will sometimes worry what people will think if she tells them what she believes in. This doesn't mean she won't talk, or that she feels ashamed. It merely means she is sensitive to what others think, regarding her beliefs.

As I said, I am odd. I really am, I'm carefree on the outside but really deep on the inside. I'm afraid of what other people might think but I still try to be myself.

Gia Allana is secretive. She has secrets which she does not wish to share with others. She intentionally conceals things about herself. She has a private side that she intends to keep that way, especially concerning certain events in her past.

It's a secret I can't tell! Only few people will half of the story and only God will know everything. I try to refrain from taking about my past, I often hide myself if I need to. I dream of so many things, yet not everyone knows about this dream, even my best friend. Only God, me and somehow, my family knows about it.

In reference to Gia Allana's mental abilities, she has a very investigating and creating mind. She investigates projects rapidly because she is curious about many things. She gets involved in many projects that seem good at the beginning, but she soon must slow down and look at all the angles. She probably gets too many things going at once. When Gia Allana slows down, then she becomes more creative than before. Since it takes time to be creative, she must slow down to do it. She then decides what projects she has time to finish. Thus she finishes at a slower pace than when she started the project.

She has the best of two kinds of minds. One is the quick investigating mind. The other is the creative mind. Her mind thinks quick and rapidly in the investigative mode. She can learn quicker, investigate more, and think faster. Gia Allana can then switch into her low gear. When she is in the slower mode, she can be creative, remember longer and stack facts in a logical manner. She is more logical this way and can climb mental mountains with a much better grip.

I often carry a Pen and a ball pen, just in case I something unusual happens, I will write that down on pen.

Gia Allana's true self-image is unreasonably low. Someone once told Gia Allana that she wasn't a great and beautiful person, and she believed them. Gia Allana also has a fear that she might fail if she takes large risks. Therefore she resists setting her goals too high, risking failure. She doesn't have the internal confidence that frees her to take risks and chance failure. Gia Allana is capable of accomplishing much more than she is presently achieving. All this relates to her self-esteem. Gia Allana's self-concept is artificially low. Gia Allana will stay in a bad situation much too long... why? Because she is afraid that if she makes a change, it might get worse. It is hard for Gia Allana to plan too far into the future. She kind of takes things on a day to day basis. She may tell you her dreams but she is living in today, with a fear of making a change. No matter how loud she speaks, look at her actions. This is perhaps the biggest single barrier to happiness people not believing in and loving themselves. Gia Allana is an example of someone living with a low self-image, because their innate self-confidence was broken.

I am shy, I do have a low self esteem, but I don't lack confidence. Ironic it may seem, I always do my best in everything. I struggle to get out of this sticky situation. yes, I often say I love and embrace change and I do. I sometimes fear it, but I do love it. That explains why I'm moody, moody people are easily bored and needs change. Someone did once say that I'm no good, not really by words but the way they looked down on me. My, revenge will be sweet, not to that person but to myself. In every failure, I will ac hive as revenge. I do live day by day but that is because I want to improve myself everyday. I do plan for my future but right now, I would rather live each day to the fullest. I've been to the point where I've time travelled and live in the future, it didn't work, I just can't fast forward myself. From that day on, I made a decision, I will live for today to create a smile tomorrow, LOL. Inside, I am lacking but I will never show that side of me. I will continue to be a strong fighter. As I said, I have 2 personalities and my outgoing side shines more. I remember when I told other people that I really am shy, no one believed me. T____________T

so there.. to know yours just click this... the results are amazing...
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ABOUT MY DAY
Just now, i read a blog entry from Dei... The one with pics and text that shows how much other people are suffering. Right now, I just realized that self pity didn't do me any good. It gave me low self esteem for the time being which affected my speech recital today. It was all through, since my grade was 19/25 knowing that I probably stopped every sentence and even have a take 2. And my teachers remarks about me were pretty good, she even said I have a good pronunciation of words, good choice of words and the like, which really surprised me. It uplifted my spirit thinking that the score doesn't matter anymore, all that matters is that people appreciated my speech. I'm happy. Although I feel bad since it's the same thing that happened to me last year, I hope I can make up for this.

Just now I helped my friend design the history club's bulletin board, I told her about my current situation and the fact that some people are thinking too much of their problems, don't they know my problems are bigger then theirs? Shh.. But then, thinking about what I've said, I'm the one thinking too much of my problems. I became too reckless. I hate to tell other people about my current situation in life, even if that person is my best friend. I don't want others to think I'm weak.

Just as I've seen that post, it made me feel blessed, really blessed. I know I can still make up for my lost, I'm still standing, I'm still alive. I will continue to fight and live, I know I can make with the help of God.

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BTW.. Any journalism students here?
I need some advice on making articles, since I'm joining the district press con for the 3rd time, this time I want to achieve something. Any advice? I'll be writing for editorial and feature category.. ^_____________^

Thank you.

I feel dramatic... Random yet dramatic.. XD

2008-10-06T08:01:00.000-07:00

My heart hurts.. It really does... Whenever I think about my current situation, I feel worthless. Somehow it seems like I'm just another burden, but no, I won't think of it this way anyomore. It's weird how someone like me can actually laugh things off, talk about wearing a mask. But then, along the way, I realized I wasn't wearing a mask. Somehow I really was happy, althoug problems arise, I still believe there's hope in this world. I won't lose myself, because if I ever did, that's when I lose the game. Idon't want to be weak, I don't want to afraid, I'll be ok.

feeling dramtic again. LOL.

anyway, this is one random post...
so here.. to show you all how bored I was I made this..

Video Description: ok.. I was bored.. and I have no proper equipment.. which
explains the noise in the background..anyway.. i really do wish to sing this
properly in the future.. ^___^btw.. i was playing with my video editor when i
found out that i can change the pitch of my voice.. i didn't know i have that
kind of program.. so there.. i made a male version of me singing.. XD

It's a song from camp rock... My female and male version.. XD

and this... since Andi tagged me..

I got tagged by: ANDI

Rules:
1. Link to the person who tagged you (see above).
2. Post the rules on your blog (this is what you are now reading).
3. Write 6 random things about yourself (see below).
4. Tag 6 people at the end of your post and link to them (This is only a game)
5. Let each person know they have been tagged and leave a comment on their blog
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.

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6 random facts about her, him, it. O_O

[I love eating, who doesn't?]
[I feel stressed today.. T_______T projects.. T_T]
[I have many nicknames.. XD I'll enumerate them one day...]
[I pretty ODD.. O_O]
[I'm currently learning Hangul, I'm addicted to Koreans.. <3]
[I want to have short hair...]

TAYA TAYAAN! tinataya ko sina [I am tagging]:

[Mia]
[Eunice]
[Khai]
[Meg]
[Xyla]
[Dei]

so there.. I still need to memorize my speech about Philippine economy.. T___________T
recitals tomorrow.. and I just got my piece today.. Happy.. XD

MY ROBOTIC BOYFRIENDS (CHAPTERED STORY)

2008-10-04T06:14:00.000-07:00

CHARACTERS, SYNOPSIS, BANNERS and CHAPTER 1-4 IS HERE==> CLICK ME!

SYNOPSIS:

Chloe Lee is a 16year old high school student, the heiress of the biggest electronic company of the world. She lives in her own mansion with high-tech gadgets and appliances, through she live alone with only 2 assistants, Ezri and Cassandra, and her robot dad. Small but terrible is her middle name, a cute genius. Described as the perfect, little rich girl. She was a dropout in elementary, not because she is a dummy but because she believes she is too smart for school. Her robotic father, Liam is the one that convinced her to study again. She took an entrance exam for senior year in high school, and as expected she passed.

Nobody dared to talk to her, she never liked a single guy in school either; no one was good enough for her. Till one day she decided to create her own robot boyfriend, she created several different models but all of them fail, but what she doesn’t know is a stalker is watching her. This stalker helped her to bring her robots to life. But on the bad side, he also pretends to be robot. The next morning, five robots await her, as she wakes up she forgot how many she made. Still she decided that these robots will all be her boyfriends for now on, but what if she realizes that one of them is a real life human being? But the question is which one is actually a living thing?

CHAPTER 5

TIME CAPSULE
[CH5-BANNER]
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NOTE: The person that saw Chloe will be the one narrating… So it’s his POV

So, I saw a girl on the other side of the washroom. She was crying, her wail gets louder, heavier and then…

“OUCH!”

Just as I was staring at her I slipped. I was leaning really hard on the wall; I didn’t notice it was actually a door, a door that separated the cubicles from the washroom. She stops crying and starts to wipe her tears away. She seems shock to see me, her mouth was wide open, and she keeps on pointing at me with a weird expression on her face. She yelled. I ran fast to where she is and covered her big mouth. She struggled her way out of my hand, but I didn’t let go of her until she bit me. Yes, she bit me, with her sharp teeth, she was growling like a dog, like a monster actually.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???”

She shouts and points at me again, now with a fierce expression. She was saying something about invading her privacy or something like that I hate it, but hey, she’s kind of cute. By kind of, I mean she’s scary, scary but cute. I didn’t realize that she was still pointing at me and shouting until she actually went near to me and grabbed me by my collar. I was startled, but then I calmly told her, “You have no reason to get mad at me, you are the one invading my privacy, and this is the men’s CR, for your information.” That’s when she stopped, she blushed for a while, and I realized that she is cute, well, kind of cute. I smiled and for some reason she showed me a sweet smile but a few seconds later she starts to yell again. She then stomps her way out of the bathroom, I followed her.

CHLOE’S POV

I cried my heart out, I just can’t stop crying. I hate my life, the fact that my parents doesn’t even care about me, my best friend being a total drama queen, I being a loner. I hate everything. That’s when I heard a loud noise then, oh my gosh, there’s a boy inside the CR! I wiped my tears and screamed.

“WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING HERE??!?”

I shouted, like I usually do, but then he ran towards me and grabbed me by his hands, he covered my mouth, I couldn’t breath. I tried to escape but I can’t, then weird things popped in my mind. Is he a kidnapper? What is he going to do to me? Oh My Gosh, I can’t breathe. I tried to kick him but I couldn’t, I tried everything but no, I can’t get out of his grip. That’s when I bit him; he must think I’m insane. But who on earth is insane? He came inside without permission! Yes, it’s a public CR, but it’s the ladies CR! That’s what I thought so, anyway.I continued to shout at him,

“YOU ARE INVADING MY PRIVACY!”

He just stared at me, this annoyed me so much. I went near him and grabbed him by his collar, shouting even louder. He was surprised then told me something about I was the one invading his privacy. Me? I was the one doing that? I’m so gonna kill this guy. I was about to slap him when suddenly he points at a sign, I read it and it said… M..M..Men’s Cr, I died. I stood still and uncontrollably blushed. He looks at me, and smiled. That was the first time I saw a real smile, an innocent smile, which made my day. I unknowingly smile, remembering happy thoughts and the happy land…. Wait a minute, I am insane. I got mad with the fact that he can’t tell me things or direct me, or anything! I growled my way out, but what I didn’t know is that he was actually following me. How annoying.

NOTE: This is still Chloe’s past… and Sorry for the change in style.. I feel comfortable writing this way..

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I got tagged by Andi.. I'll post my reply on my next post.. :)

BANGS!

2008-10-03T05:36:00.000-07:00

I have no contentment, satisfaction is not a part of my vocabulary... well.. that's when it comes to my hair. I mean, I like have my hair trimmed every month, I cut my bangs in a different way. At first I was just maintaining them but now I made a decision to cut my side bangs, straight.

PICS:

So that is how I look like before.. Now...

I don't really think much has changed, but a lot of people said so or were rather shock. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE MY HAIR, I'm just not satisfied. lol

Yeah.. I kinda look like this guy..

YES... THAT IS A GUY.. dressed as a girl.. but no.. he is so not gay.. it's a drama thing..

speaking of gay.. someone actually posted this in a certain forum..
"gay. )))) hahaha. inaaway ko classmate ko na adik sa
koreans. hahahaha. they look gay."

I respond by saying..
"^yeah.. i know.. they look feminine.. that makes them
attractive.. unique and different.. i understand that some people don't really
appreaciate that look of theirs.. that's because these people are still not used
to it..

i love that feminine side of them.. because i never seen a guy
like that here in the philippines.. the pretty boy type.. caring and sensitive..
it's rare.. guys here like to act tough.. i'm glad they are open..

although they are so not gay.. the fact is korean, japanese
and chinese guys has a girly look.. as i said.. a pretty boy.. while some girls
looks like a guy.. i mean.. some girls looks even tougher.. andy from coffee
prince as an example.. but i do know that she is gorgeous.. same with the guys..
although they are all too pretty and beautiful as a guy.. they are also cute,
handsome and too hot to handle all at the same time.."

I would hate it when people say they are gay.. They are just too pretty to be true.. lol.. I like debates.. But I won't be the kind the easily errupts.. lol..

Anyway.. Back to the topic... Here is another pic of him..

Don't get me wrong, in reality, that guy is hot. He is like a 15 year old dance machine, the guy can dance really good. But what I'm trying to say is, I kinda look like a guy... with my hair... grr...Do I? So I was thinking of cutting my hair this sembreak! Here are the sets of hairstyle I wanna try.. Can anyone help me pick?

Yeah... I'm going to settle for short hair, well.. I have two option actually... either I wait for my hair to grow back again and curl it or cut it right away. I want to curl it in time for our prom, but my hair grows fast anyway so I can manage. Through it could either be a BIG LOST or a BIG GAIN.

Help me decide?

FLIPPED

2008-10-02T06:31:00.000-07:00

Flipped. The book I couldn't stop flipping. This spectacular novel is by Wendelin Van Draanen, the book has a he-said, she-said style, having two protagonists with two different views. It's crazy how both of them, more often than not, say something that contradicts the other. Such as the part where Juli thought Bryce liked her, since misinterprets his stares at her. When the truth is Bryce was not staring at her but rather on her quiz paper, he was only copying her answers. The book may look like it's all about light teen romance, but within the book there is a deeper message. While the main characters Bryce and Juli finds who they are and what they want to do, I too, found myself.

Bryce Loski, the blue-eyed hottie used to avoid Juli Baker, the girl who followed him since they were seven. He always thought she was an annoying weirdo. Juli Baker, on the other hand had the warmest personality I had ever seen, ok, maybe not seen but read. This is something Bryce had missed out for the longest time, until one day he learned to look beneath the surface, he flipped. But is it too late for him? Did Juli really like someone else?
It all started in second grade when Juli and Bryce was caught holding hands by Mrs. Loski, this, my friend, was a wrong interpretation. They accidentally held hands. But Juli took this as a "he likes me" gesture. For years Juli liked Bryce, for years Bryce tried to hide from Juli.
Until one day, in fifth grade Juli tried to hatch eggs, chicken eggs, for their school's science fair. As a result, she has her own pet chickens, who soon lay eggs. At first they tried to keep up with her hens by eating these eggs, but her mother couldn't take it anymore. So, Juli sold her eggs to their neighbors, but gave them to the Loski's for free. The Loski's fear that these eggs are contaminated with salmonella, Mr. Loski asked Bryce to tell Juli not to give them anymore eggs, but Bryce was a coward, instead he throws the eggs Juli gives, without either Juli or his father knowing.

Bryce should have told her straight, since in the end Juli caught him. After 2 years of giving them free eggs, Juli was angry at him for doing such horrible things. Bryce didn't know what to do, he was confused. Until he realized that he exchanged his old problems with Juli Baker with new problems with Juli Baker.

One of my favorite characters here is Chet, Bryce's grandfather. At first he seemed like a nobody, but in the end he was one of the people who actually made Juli know more about Bryce and vice versa. I learned so much from him especially when he said "One's character is set at an early age, the choices you make now will affect you the rest of your life...". And yes, in reality whatever you do today will affect your future. I usually rush my decisions but because of this quote I realized that I need to think about things slowly and carefully, this is my future.

I also liked Robert, Juli's father, the painter. He has a large view of things, I love what he said that "A painting is greater than the sum of its parts", meaning the sun looking at it is just some light, the tree is just some branch and the river is just water but together they are a miracle.

Matt and Mike, the Baker Brothers were actually deeper than what I actually thought of them. "It's a show me don't tell me thing", they say. They are both equally talented musicians, and I could sense that Lynetta, Bryce's sister, likes them. Although the Bakers are not exactly as rich as the Loski’s, the two strived and saved every single penny they own for their equipments, they saved up for their future. I also admire their cool attitudes, I mean they kept their cool even though Mr. Loski was already hot on them. They weren’t short-tempered, instead they calmly reasoned out with Mr. Loski.

The book showed how the two teenagers grew, how they matured. My favorite part would have to be the sycamore tree. The day they cut the tree down down, the tree whom Juli loves, is the start of change. Juli matured as much as Bryce did. Juli and Bryce realized that the outer appearance is not what really matters; it's the inside that really counts.
This novel made me laugh, growl with anger and almost cry at the same time. Teens of today would be able to relate and learn a thing or two from this book. This book will sure leave you flipping for more, I flipped for flipped.

HOW I FLIPPED (This is my thoughts about the book, How This book was able to change me and perspectives, There may be some spoilers once in a while)

LOVE

Just today at school, I heard about these so-called "LOVEBIRDS", don't get me wrong but I found some disgustingly gross. Sorry for the term, but while they all tease this couples, I felt my insides going topsy-turvy, my stomach went upside down, I felt like throwing up. Oh my gosh, I'm insane. No, I'm not saying anything bad, all I am saying is... I HAVE NO INTEREST IN HAVING A BOYFRIEND! No, not now, not anytime soon. Not with my schoolmates, batch mates and most specially, never with my classmates. Yeah, I'm weird. But that DOESN'T MEAN I HAVE NO INTEREST IN BOYS. I have, I do. Just not with my the people in my school. What I'm trying to say is, I'm not ready and I don't want to be. I just want to focus on my dreams, myself and my family. Rare, huh?

Ok, you wouldn't be able to understand why I felt sick unless I tell you this. But keep it to yourself, this will never come out! I'm saying is that some fellas are just too desperate. Yes, desperate. Call me mean but at least I'm honest. What I mean is, why can't they wait? Why do they settle for someone just because of peer pressure, rebellion and pride. Pride, what do I mean? I mean, come on, some of them have this "collect and select" mindset. It's dirty. Don't get me wrong, having 13 boyfriends at the age of 14 is like, oh my gosh. As for me, I would never settle for leftovers... I will wait; wait for the one that God will give me. I hope you get my point, I'm not trying to offend anyone, I just hate to see my friends get hurt in the process.

By the way, I'm single since birth, No kidding. Actually, nobody believes in that. Weird. The reason I have no boyfriends? It's because of this guy.

I'm like, madly, deeply in love with him. I wouldn't want anyone else but him, unless of course, someone looks and has the same spirit as him, which is rare.

In the book there is a quote saying, "Most people don't look beneath the surface before it's too late, get beyond his eyes and smile and the sheen of his hair and look at what he really is", call me a fan girl, (ok, I am one) but his surface is even more beautiful. Actually, can I ask something? Who thinks he is a she? *looks for people who raised their hands* Well, I'm not gonna say "WHAT???? HE DOES NOT LOOK LIKE A GIRL!" Because he does, at first I really did thought prince charming is a lady. I mean, he is too beautiful too be a guy, It's insane. He wasn't really the one I like, the person I like is actually this guy.

Handsome, right? I'm not saying he is worthless (he is so totally worth it, girls would like.. oh my gosh..) What I mean is that, the other guy, I love his personality. He reminds me of me, ever since that time I heard him say "Everyday is Special", I never forgot him. He was a bit like me, I love his funny attitude, his leadership and speaking ability. I love him as a whole. I may not be in the right position to say this, but I know that he does have a kind heart, it's obvious. How he cares about people, I love him for that............... ......I am INSANE. LOL.

FAMILY

"WHERE WOULD I HAVE BEEN IF THINGS HAVE BEEN DIFFERENT?"

"You can't dwell on what might have happen Bryce, you can't condemn him from what he hasn't done"

Bryce didn't know about his condition when he was a baby until 14 years later. I knew about mine. Bryce almost became a retard, I almost became dust. Yes, I was born as a pre mature baby. Now that I think about it, it gives me chills. But instead of getting angry (I have no reason to do that), I feel thankful. Thankful to God and my parents, I feel glad and alive. Now I have more reason to live life to the fullest. I still have a long way to go.

Although sometime I do feel sorry for my parents, I do feel like a burden. But I try to shake this feelings off. Instead, I work hard, study hard, train hard everyday. I feel so lucky to have my parents, as Juli says "I'm lucky they were mine".

ME, MYSELF and I

I have at least five favorite quotes from the book, let me enumerate each one of them..

♥ "One's character is set at an early age, the choices you make now will affect you the rest of your life..."

I've set my goal, I've already decided on what I want to be. I enjoy what I am doing, It makes me feel hyper and happy. I know this is my passion, I will continue to do this.

♥ "I hate to see you swim out so far, you can't swim back, do the right thing"

I have this bad traits before, I used to be always late for class because I spend the whole night infront of my computer, (like what I am doing now), but now I'm more responsible with my decisions, even if I stay up all night I would still go to school early, by early I mean, on time. I wasted most of my life being late, I want to change that. And I did. Somehow.

♥ "If chaos is a necessary step in the organization of one’s universe then I was well on my way"

I would lie if I say everything is sailing smoothly, it's not. But as Juli said, even if it means breaking everything and having confusion along the way, I would still do it. If the renovation would do wonder, I would gladly rebuild myself. And I did. Now, I'm a bit confused, but atleast I stepped up the ladder and didn't wait for a miracle.

♥"It's a show me, don't tell me thing"

The Baker Brothers are damn right! I'm not really the kind that would blabber, truth or lie, I would rather keep my mouth shut. A wise man knows how to shut up, because the more he learns the more he discovers his knowledge is not yet sufficient. Action speaks louder then words, do it, don't brag it.

♥"I'll take charge of my own destiny, Strong, Right and Certain"
I can choose my own future, the concept of my life. Only I can direct myself to the life I’ve always wanted, so everyday I try to improve myself. Life is about self-improvement, it’s about being better then we were yesterday.

Overall, I love the book. It covers most aspects of life, It made me realize a lot about life. A painting is more than a sum of it's parts. Everything is even more beautiful when you put them together. I love life.

I'm sleepy... Is that obvious? I think so, I keep typing anything my mind says... XD I'm going to sleep now... God Bless.. ^____________^

"I've always been the kind of girl
That hid my face
So afraid to tell the world
What I've got to say
But I have this dream
Right inside of me
I'm gonna let it show, it's time
To let you know
To let you know

This is real, this is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now
Gonna let the light, shine on me
Now I've found, who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me"

I FOUND ME.

IN MY ROOM

2008-09-28T06:08:00.000-07:00

"IN MY ROOM"

A short story by me

“I want to be the most beautiful girl in your eyes” I told him that while holding his head lightly, as I brush his hair softly with my hands. I felt his breathing, it grew slower, and I felt his heartbeat, it grew even slower. I held his hands tightly and firmly, I cried as he wipes the tears that flow on my cheeks.

“Do you still remember?” he asked me in such a low tone, I could barely hear him. He tried to speak once more but no words came out his mouth. He looks at me; he smiled as tears fell from his eyes. Then it hits me, he couldn’t see me, he was blind. What am I thinking?

“That painting” He spoke once more, pointing at no where. Yet I know what he was talking about. Instantly, pictures flew inside my mind, I reminisce. Everything became clear again. It hurts even more.

I remembered a few months before…

*CRIINNG!!* the bell rings, I was already late. I started to run as fast as I can. “RUN LIKE THE WIND! BULLS EYE!” I told myself, my teacher is going to kick my butt if I’m late again.
I was running really fast that I didn’t notice the boy in front of me, I bumped into him. He fell down, I slipped.

“OUCH!” I exclaimed. He was scratching his head; I guess he was hurt too. That’s when I shut my mouth; I wasn’t the only one who was hurt.

He stood up and reached for my hand, he smiled. I took his hand, but I didn’t smile back. I saw his eyes; they were beautiful, too pretty for a boy. I stared at him for about 15 seconds…. His face went near to mine…

“BOO!” He then said, I was startled.

“What?” I asked him shyly, I didn’t know why, but I blushed. He was about to speak as I remembered, I was late. I ran away without even speaking.

“Later!” I heard him call from my back. That made me stop, I looked back and smiled at him. He smiles back. I went away, back to class. Yet he stood there, I saw him from our window. He went away as he saw me sit down. Our classroom was far away; his eyesight must be bright and clear for him to see me. I didn’t bother to think again, all that was important is the fact that, thank goodness, I wasn’t late.

A few days have passed, I didn’t saw him again. But I learned that he has a girlfriend, a beautiful one named Nicole, while he was Travis. I also learned that he was the same age as I am, he was a painter, a basketball player and an honor student, yet I still think he is an ordinary boy. After meeting him, I knew he wasn’t a clone of those popular snobs.

“KAELA!” Someone shouted, I remember that voice. My feet trembles, my knees shakes, I turned around. I saw the same eyes I once saw before, only now even lovelier.

He runs to me, he has something on his back. I asked him what it was; he said it was “mirror”. He showed it me, it was beautifully wrapped, I curiously took off the wrapper. The wrapper fell down by itself as I touch it, my eyes went big. I saw a portrait, a portrait of me. The same look I had when I stared at him.

“Travis…” A girl from a far said, it was Nicole. He looks startled, yet after a while he went back to his old calm self. He gave me the painting, I carefully took it.

He went running towards Nicole, he smiled at her. Only I felt like his smile before was a lot sweeter than the way he smiled to Nicole.

“What were you doing?” Nicole curiously asked.

“Nothing” He said as he walks with her.

I started to ask myself if they were really a couple, since they didn’t even held hands and they’re walking really far from each other. I wouldn’t even think they were friends if I was a stranger. I remembered that they were supposed to get married; some say it was an arranged marriage. But just then they walked more closely to each other, I felt disappointed, yet I don’t really care.

Since that day, I’ve been meeting up with Travis. Everyday he gave me a new painting, some were really random yet I appreciate it. The way he put effort on making them, I knew he was going to be a great painter one day.

As the days pass, his pretty eyes seem to get dim and dull. But I didn’t bother to ask, “Maybe he was just tried”, I told my self.

Another day has passed; I kept looking at his painting, which already filled my room. I went to school, thinking where I would put his next painting. I passed by the gym and heard people screaming. “TRAVIS!!!” The fan girls were shouting, I forgot Travis was also a basketball player, the captain ball to be exact.

He shoots, he scores! I smiled, he then noticed that I was there, he smiled back. But then, without knowing the reason, he collapsed. I was shocked, I couldn’t move, people were screaming, crowding him. My mind went blank, I froze.

He was rushed in the hospital, Nicole and I accompanied him. I was scared, I didn't want anything bad to happen to him. Only then did I realized I was already a part of his life, he was special to me. The doctor went in and said he was only stressed. But it seems like he was lying, ordered to lie.

“Thank heavens!” Nicole exclaimed, she was glad it was nothing serious.

Travis lightly open his eyes, he was awake. Yet no one noticed, I saw a tear fall from his eyes, I knew right then and there that it wasn’t just stress. His beautiful eyes, they seem tired.

Nicole and I let him sleep for a while. We went back to our own houses.

*DINGDONG!* the doorbell rang. As soon as he got out of the hospital, he went to my house, he smiled, yet it seems like it wasn’t real. I smiled, and I knew he knows it’s fake.

I let him in,

“Where’s my paintings?” He asked me.

“Inside my room” I replied as I point where my room was.

He asked me if he could see them, I told him he could. We went upstairs to where my room was, as I was about to open the door, he held my hand. Not like couples would but like how a person who couldn’t breathe would. How a sick person would ask for assistance.

We went inside; he saw his painting and asked if he could go to bed. I wanted to refuse, he can’t sleep, and he can’t close his eyes. Yet once again I saw his sweet smile. I couldn’t refuse.

“You can sing right?” He asked me softly as he lies down. He was looking at his paintings; as if it was the last time he is ever going to see them. He fixes his pillow as if he was putting something beneath it; he then looks at me, waiting for an answer.

“No” I then answered, yet I sang for him.

“Before we go to sleep tonight
We'll say our prayers I'll hold you tight
and kiss away the fears you hold inside you

So many years have passed us by
I cherish the moments by your side
A love like ours will only grow much stronger
I want to tell you

That forever more I'll be the one to love you, to love you
When you need me I'll be there to make you smile
And forever more I'll be the one you come to oh honey
I'll be the one to love you when the morning comes”

He was smiling, yet I felt like crying. His eyes were firmly closed, was he sleeping?

He fainted once again. He was rushed back to the hospital, the doctor confessed that he was diagnose to have cancer. The virus went to his brain and eyes, now he was blind. He didn't want us to know about his situation. I didn’t cry as I saw him sleeping there, Nicole ran toward him. She was running swiftly, I felt the gush of wind. Just then a tear fell from my eyes, as she hugs Travis, I wiped my tears and went home.

That midnight, Nicole went home. Nobody was accompanying Travis. Both his parents called me and asked if I could stay with him, for they were busy, I agreed. I remember when he told me that his parents didn’t love him, I didn’t believe him, but now I think I do. I just didn’t want to.

I went inside his room, he was still awake.

“What are you wearing?” He asked me.

That remark made me giggle a bit for I was still wearing my pajamas with hello kitty patterns. He heard me; I think that made him smile. I guess he realized what I was wearing.

He seems happy that I was there; I realized that he was happy that someone still cares for him; he had his eyes opened the whole time.

“Go to sleep” I told him, I forgot he was already blind.

“I can now sleep with my eyes open!” He exclaimed like a child. I didn’t know if I would pity or scold him, should I be happy as he is? Is he really happy? No, I don't think so, but I want to believe that he is.

I fell asleep, he did too...

I had a dream, a dream about him… He was smiling… I suddenly woke up and saw him sleep. I want to see that smile again. He was sleeping soundly, yet I knew he was dying. I wanted to cry, I bit my lips to stop the tears. He woke up, he heard me.

"Come here" He said.

I obeyed, he took my hand. Not as a sick person would but as a loved one would. I sat down. “I want to be the most beautiful girl in your eyes” I told him that while holding his head lightly, as I brush his hair softly with my hands. I felt his breathing, it grew slower, and I felt his heartbeat, it grew even slower. I held his hands tightly and firmly, I cried as he wipes the tears that flow on my cheeks.

He didn't speak, I knew what I was saying was impossible now, no even before it was.

“That painting” He spoke once more, pointing at no where. Yet I know what he was talking about. Does he still think his inside my room?

"Take care of it" He told me, his grip was tighter than before.

How could he die so easily? Why do unexpected things happen? I keep asking myself.

His hand was starting to fall away from mine, his heartbeat stops. He dies.

I just stood there, as the nurse and doctors went in. Again, I hated myself for being weak. I couldn't walk.

His parents took me back home; in the car they confessed that Travis was only an adopted child. They didn’t seem to care that he died. They also confessed that Nicole and he was only contract. So, the arranged marriage was true. I felt bad, no, I felt dead.

Inside my room I lay down the bed he was once on. I remember him pointing at a painting, in the hospital. I pointed the same way he was pointing, it was my portrait. The first painting he gave me. I went near it and noticed the ribbon was still on the painting. I took the ribbon and inside that big ribbon a small paper fell. It was note...

"I never saw such innocent eyes...
Eyes that weren't cold as ice...
Eyes that were real..
Eyes that I could feel.."

It was poem he wrote, I them remember the day he went inside my room. I looked at my pillow and I was right, beneath it was another note...

“You are the most beautiful girl in my eyes
It may be wrong but I’ve fallen in love with you..
Thank you for taking care of me…
Thank you for making feel that someone loves me…But I’m sorry that I loved you
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you…
I’m sorry but I love you”

I broke down, I cried. That’s when I realized, I love him too. I looked at his paintings, I remembered his smile. I closed my eyes and realized that he even though he's gone his memory will always stay in my room.

~*~~*~~*~
So there.. I felt like writing a story. I'm not sad, lonely nor depress. I just felt like writing. Just contradicting the saying that a sad writer writes more, although it's true. I'd rather be a happy writer. LOL.

RANDOM STUFFS

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Ok, I was asleep when the talent for drawing was given. Those are my drafts for our comics. Filipino project. I did that inside my room, weird stuff went inside my head, which explains the weird drawing.

VIDEOS

My 1st composition.. I finished this already but I haven't sang the whole song.. I know its not that good.. but there.. XD

PICTURES

Old pics... From our variety show...

I couldn't keep my promise, I still don't have a bnew picture. My camera died, no more batteries. I need to buy batteries, since we are going to watch El Fili on October 2, which is also the end of Ramadan. (lol, because of journ class... I need to know the current issues T__T)

Speaking of journ class..

Ah.. I need to go now.. I need to wake up early tomorrow to finish my article.. My paper is still blank..

"I STILL HAVE TIME... EVERYDAY I'LL PRACTICE AND WORK REALLY HARD" :)

"IF GOD IS WITH ME... WHO COULD BE AGAINST ME?"

BELIEVE IN HIM

I BELIEVE

2008-09-27T09:03:00.000-07:00

"Every failure made me more stronger, because I want to achieve as REVENGE."

September 18-20, 2008: Our Retreat took place, in a far far away land called PRANJETTO HILLS. The place had 2 dogs named Berta and Angel, I though Berta was a boy. I called her Trevor before, but she wasn't responding. Then I asked the housekeeper, "What's the name of this dog?" She replied, "Berta". The dog wagged its tail. Then I figured, her name was Berta. Me and my friend fed Berta, while Angel (whom I called Tiffany at first) looks out, her eyes seems to look at something really far, it seems like she wants to go somewhere beyond her reach, then I figured... "I too, still have a long way to go".

September something, 2008

I just received a text message that could change my life, it was from Candy Magazine. I was one of the people that had the privillage to attend the 2nd screening for the COC9. I was really excited and at the same time frustrated. I was sick and depress that day, wrong timing for the interview. What was I depress of? Family problems. Anyway, that didn't do me any good, but still I did my best. Unfortunately, my best wasn't good enough. Bleh. Who cares? LOL, I do of course. But seriously, I felt happy inside. There is this bursting excitement I have for the year ahead. I'm still 16 years young, I can still try next year. I'm really thankful for the experience, I'll make sure that next year, I'll make it. I'll try and try until I reach it!

Do I sound emotional? XD lol.. not really. I'm just sleepy. XD

There's a long rough and tough road ahead, yet I stand tall. I'll take everything more seriously now, while having fun of course. Work with no play is dull and gay. XD Maybe this time I'll make it, no, this time I will. :)

BTW... i had a new haircut.. but no new picture.. Maybe tomorrow.. :)

Lastly... My mind is totally random right now so there.. I composed that song.. Well it's really just a translation of a Japanese song... What do you think? :)

PS. Sorry for the random 1st post.. My next post will have more sense.. XD