That RAT!

The RAT

Argh....I hate her.

Yesterday, we had our College Fun Day. Oh, may i correct that? I guess I can call it College MISERY Day after that RAT ruined that supposed to be enjoyable day for us.

Well, well, well...who am I talking about here is our one-big-supportive department head. She and her husband, the f*cker-monster, ruined it all!

Wanna know why i call her the RAT? Well here's the story.

Just a while ago, Arianne and I went to a movie house. Before we went there, I bought me seven munchkins and softdrink which I placed just beside my seat. As we waited for the movie to start, we chatted about anything under the sun.

We were enjoying our conversation when a big rat passed by. Arianne told me that she even lifted her feet because she saw that it was too big. Funny...because as I turned to grab a munchkin, I was shocked to see that the plastic of munckins was moving.

The RAT took all my munchkins, leaving me with nothing but only the softdrink. She even took the plastic with her.

And so, that's it that's how I got the idea of calling our department head a RAT. Just like the rat, mudawat ra siya'g limpyo!

Music illiteracy

Have we really lost our knowledge in music?

Just this morning in my Humanities class, our professor invited a guest speaker. The guest speaker talked about music, music, and nothing but music. And as a music lover, of course, I got interested in the discussion.

But it wasn't really the topic that captured my interest; it was his introduction that hooked me. "We are now suffering from music illiteracy." That was what he said in our class. And that made me think...is the present generation really undergoing 'music illiteracy'?

In my Philosophy class, I have learned that there is only one concrete answer in every yes-or-no question. Obviously, it's either 'yes' or 'no'. But, I guess this one is an exception because honestly...

If we would really observe the music nowadays, we will notice that not all songs are worth listening for. No offense meant to some music fanatic out there. (Anyways, I guess no one will be offended 'cause I'm not stating any specific music genre here.)

I admit that I'm a certified music lover. But it doesn't mean that I appreciate any kind of music. I mean, it depends on the kind of music, and sometimes, it also depends on the accompanied lyrics.

Let me state this as an example. Just three weeks ago my brother sang this new song from a new group of rappers discovered through the internet via youtube.com. It was a really nice song; the kind of song which they call 'singable'. It has a pretty nice beat. As he was singing the song, my mother came in and heard him.

"Are you insulting your sisters?" That's what she said. And it made me think. No matter how beautiful the beat of the song is, one cannot fully appreciate it if its lyrics is not that nice. And, vice-versa.

And honestly, there are a lot of songs in the present that are of this kind.

Well, I just hope that no matter how long the time will change, we will not lose our knowledge in music and will continue to love it.

Missing You

"I miss you...to the point of death!"
-Hana Yori Dango's Gu Jun Pyo to Geum Jan Di

No matter how i try to forget you and totally erase you in my mind, your face and voice keep lingering on me.

I hate to say this but i really hate this feeling. I hate it because I always lose. I hate it because my brain can't win over my heart. I hate it because when it comes to this 'feeling' I'm a loser, and I think I'll always be.

Well, maybe this is what love is all about...LOSING. Perhaps, one day, i'll also win, and will totally forget my feelings for you. Perhaps....

How i wish we were Geum Jan Di and Gu Jun Pyo. We would've had a happy ending despite the challenges and hindrances. Both of us would've won. But then, we're not them. We're different persons, and we have a different story.




Well, if i'll summarize this write-up, isa lang naman ang gustong tumbukin nito, e.

One thing: I MISS YOU... (And just like Gu Jun Pyo) TO THE POINT OF DEATH!

Where are you Ma'am Cabanban?

Where in the world is Ma'am Cabanban?

Huhu...I don't like what's happening in my Humanities141 subject. During the first, second, third, fourth and fifth meetings in this class, it was Ma'am Cabanban who was teaching us.

Just this morning, Ma'am Cabanban did not show up. It was already 9:24 so my classmates started going out of our classroom. Supposedly, our class started at 8 o'clock in the morning. But Mich, my classmate in this subject, and I just stayed there because we were waiting for her friend who also have a class in the next room.

While we were waiting, Sir Elmido showed up and told us that he will be teaching the subject from now on for whatever reason. And I don't like him.

Well, it's not that i like Ma'am Cabanban. Forgive me, but she is sooo boring when teaching. You know what I did when I was having a class with her? I just counted the number of times that she uttered the word 'etcetera'. Sometimes, Mich and I were talking secretly because if we will not talk to each other, for sure, we would end up sleeping!

Anyway, the reason that I don't want Sir Elmido to handle this subject is because I was once under his class. The subject was Sociology. And would you believe it? He did not submit our grades at the Registrar's Office, not even at Dean's Office nor at the SocScie Department's Office. So, I was forced to retake the subject and pay 600 pesos in order for me to enroll.

That's the reason why I don't want him to teach Humanities. I want Ma'am Cabanban...

Hayz...but I don't think that Ma'am Cabanban will still be our teacher.huhu. Well, wherever she is right now, I just hope that she's fine.

Goodbye Cabanban! Hello Emido! Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggghhhhhh!!!!!!! Hate it!

What will I write?

Yah! What will I write? What exactly will I write?

Well, to tell you honestly...I DON"T KNOW. hehe. It's just that I want to make a new post for my blog. Anyway, I have to write more so that this post will be longer. hehe. But I am not in the mood of writing. So, i will just finish or post again later.

It's nice to hear from you

I don't know why i feel so alive whenever i read your mails. Whenever i read them, it's as if we are not just mailing each other. It seems as if i talk to you in person.

February 4, 2009 marked the day when we first gained communication after several years of not hearing from each other. Somehow, I felt the awkwardness in the first week of exchanging mails with you but as we continue to do so, the said feeling slowly vanished...and was replaced with excitement and happiness.

We are getting along well. And honestly, i don't know where this will bring us...I'm not expecting nor hoping anything though. I am happy as to where our relationship is right now.

I just hope that no matter what happens, we'd still be friends and I mean not just friends...but best of friends. Wherever you are right now, I just want you to know that I reserve a special place for you in my heart. I just hope that you are doing the same thing.

i miss my dating kakosas

i miss you guys....

That's the only thing that i feel right now. Ahh...i miss my friends...my friends who used to care for me...my friemds who always asked me "Kakaon ka na, Nadz?" whenever its lunch nor dinner time...my friends who always cared for me when i was always sick...my friends who used to lend me money in times of poorness.

I can still remember the times when we used to borrow money from each other in order for us to survive coz there were times when our allowances were delayed. I also remember when we went to our 'Kusina' (Fudnet) spending only Php20.00 per meal. Haha! T'was really funny coz most people would think of it as a place where class people would eat and would not expect that one can already eat there having Php20.00 only in there pockets (may libre pa nga sabaw!hehe).

Ah, well...that was only three months ago. But i don't feel sad coz i still have a lot of friends left here and i don't feel that i totally lost them coz somehow i know that whenever i need them (and vice versa) they're just a text away.

Perhaps, in their busy lives, they also feel the same.