Keep calm and drink Milo.
- Shampooed my hair but it’s still red. I went to work dripping wet because I didn’t bring my umbrella and when my co-trainees saw my hair, they told me that it’s cute and ‘astig’.
- I got a high score on the mock interview and my trainer praised me for performing well during the mock call. Hihihi :)
- One of my co-trainees (the korean looking guy and one of the ehem, cutest) shared some personal things about his life. He admitted that he already has a baby and he doesn’t regret being a father at a young age. Aww. He’s really responsible even if he’s just 21.
- My guy friends from the training were giving me advice on love and told me not to fall for the person I like because I deserve someone better. Haha! It’s really nice to have guy friends, you know? :)
- Drank some San Mig Light after the training.
- Got home at around 9 and I stepped on a f*ckin leech. Yuck~
But I already forgot how soft and how disgusting the feeling is when I stepped on the leech when my father told me that I can study again! Oh my! I didn’t expect that daddy will be the one to initiate that I should have a Master’s Degree. Finally they’re going to let me study again. Hihi ♥
Pinapakain ako ng Tatay ko ng Maki pero ayoko dahil nakakasuka. Gusto ko tikman pero di pa ko handa. Eh minamadali niya ko pero ayoko pa talaga. Kaya ang sabi niya, di daw ako pwede sa Japan hanggat di ako kumakain ng California maki.
Paalam na sa pangarap kong maging Japayuki.
Shit Single Girls Say
Ako yung tipo ng tao na abnormal. Biruin mo, kung yung ibang tao ay halos isuka na ang pag aaral, heto ako at para bang ayaw pa magtrabaho dahil mas gusto ko mag aral at matuto. Mas gusto ko kumopya mula sa blackboard, at magtaas ng kamay tuwing may recitation.
Hindi ako yung tipo ng estudyante na nakukuba na sa dami ng medalya. Hindi naman kasi ako yung OA pagdating sa awards; isa o dalawa lang, tama na. Pero noong grade one ako hanggang grade 6, first honor ako. Di ko alam kung anong nangyari noong mag high school. Lumandi na kasi siguro.
Noong magtapos ako ng kolehiyo, nakaramdam ako ng matinding gutom. Hindi para sa burger o adobong manok kundi kagutuman ng utak. Yung para bang kulang ang natutunan ko magmula high school? Yung para bang hindi ako handa grumaduate? Magulo noh? Sabi sa inyo abnormal ako eh.
Tulan na lamang kanina. Bumili ako ng surgical gloves dahil lang gusto ko masubukan. Dapat nga erlenmeyer flask ang bibilhin ko kaso mahal pala eh. Nanood na lang tuloy ako sa youtube kung paano isuot yung gloves ng tama. Na weirdohan ako bigla sa sarili ko pagkatapos.
Kaya naman ngayon, kung ano-ano pinag aaralan ko. Gusto ko kasing malaman kung bakit ganito, bakit ganyan. Saan galing yung isang bagay? Sino nag imbento?Ay susme. Newton’s Law, Chemistry, Anatomy, General Knowledge, salita ng mga Hapon at pati flag ng Nepal inaaral ko na. Bukod lang sa math dahil di talaga tanggapin ng utak ko. Nahihilo ako bigla eh.
Di ko alam kung magandang bagay ba yung mahilig akong mag aral. Yung tipong gusto ko malaman lahat. Yung tipong bawat bagay na makita ko ay may maibibigay akong trivia. Nakakatakot kasi baka isipin ng mga tao ang weird ko. Biruin mo, comm arts graduate ako pero pinag aaralan ko pa din yung mga bagay na parang di ko naman magagamit sa future. Baka sa halip na nagpapasuso ako ng anak o di kaya ay nagpaplasntsa ng polo ng mister ko ay mag aral na lang ako ng mag aral. Langya.
Pag sinabi ko siguro sa tatay ko na gusto ko ulit magaral, hihimatayin yun at palalayasin na ko. ero ang hirap naman kasi matutunan yung ibang bagay kung ako mag isa lang. Syempre dapat may magturo sakin na talagang bihasa sa bagay na yun.
Makaipon lang ako, mag aaral ulit ako.
Ako: Ano bang mga tipuhan mo?
Siya: Hmm, una may itsura. Sunod, mayaman. Tapos maputi at singkit.
Ako:Naku, pasa naman pala ko eh. Haha! Tahiin ko na lang mata ko para maging singkit! Haha!
Siya: Higit sa lahat…
(pause)
Siya: LALAKI.
Ako: *napagulong sa bed na madaming damit then nanginig yung body*
On a commuter’s trip from Manila’s business district to the suburbs, the director finds a myriad of possibilities, ranging from miniature ironic situations to a love story that is finally finding its unexpected closing. An emotional rollercoaster ride of despair, dreams and desire, MNL 143 is also a black comedy about limited private spaces in conflict with sprawling public realms.
Directed by Emerson Reyes
Cinematography by Neil Derrick Bion
Edited by Chuck Gutierrez
Sound by Mark McCullie
Assistant Director Jet Leyco
Featuring Allan Paule, Joy Viado, Ramon Bautista
Produced by Emerson Reyes, Nestor Abrogena, Dan Gil, Rene Orobia Durian, Babyruth Villarama-Gutierrez, Chuck Gutierrez
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Galing talaga ng mamang ito. Matapos ang kontrobersya, heto at tuloy na tuloy na! Malapit na mapanood ang MNL 143! Abang abang na tayo mga pre sa bagong pelikula ni Emerson Reyes.
Philippine Premiere at UP Cine Adarna. July 7 / 7pm
Being a girl, the society expects you to be modest and the one that should be waiting for the right guy and not the other way around. You are supposed to wait for your prince charming and not make all the efforts to please the one you like. You should just wait for him to make a move or else, you will be labeled as slut.
But some people say that because we belong in a situation that it is okay to make a move just to make the guy you like notice you, there is no big deal if ever you’ll be the first one to blurt out your feelings. Being a girl who just waits is so old school. If you want the person you want to at least notice you, better make a move before someone else does.
But growing up surrounded by fairy tales and my mother’s words of wisdom, I’m still left in a world where a girl chooses to zip her mouth so that her feelings will show on her blushing cheeks rather on her words.
It’s really difficult since my heart is pounding really hard right now; as if it wants to scream how much this certain person means to me. My smile shows how happy am I when we’re together, but all I can do is hide what I am feeling.
There’s this thought that I might lose him or it might create awkwardness between the two of us if I tell him how I feel. But still, another part of me wants to tell him how much he makes me happy; how much he makes me feel beautiful, special, and loved—even if we’re just friends.
