What are the odds???

Imagine my surprise when I saw my midterm grade at philosophy...not only did I fail, but also almost of class. As in, there were only four people who passed, and there grades only ranged from 70 to 80%.  My prof really, REALLY, gives some low grades. I mean, where's his Christmas spirit?? Its almost the season of freakin giving, for goodness' sake.

When he explained why we failed...man, I couldn't really believe it.


Anyway, good news is that the rest of the day went rather well, watching Sherlock reruns and waiting for the next season, or series as they call it. It was actually based on the book itself, and though there were theories of different people from the web, I'm holding my breath for the real answer. No guessing , no theorizing or anything of the like. Did you know that the websites, the blogs of the characters, really do exist? Sherlock's, Watson's and Molly's blogs are real. There were entries and stuff. It was really intriguing and the comments were funny, thought-provoking and adds to the mystery of the show itself.

For me, Sherlock's kind of sweet, though he has his irritating moments as well as hilarious moments where his wit, sarcasm and whatnot tickled my funny bones. His intelligence and his ways of deduction are really awe-inspiring, that most of the time I can't follow what he's saying because he TALKS SO FAST!!! :P

Really, I can't imagine many people being able t do that. And for that, Benedict Cumberbatch, I salute your acting prowess on the TV screen. Great job in playing as the legendary Sherlock Holmes as well as the brilliant Stephen Hawking in the film Hawking. 

Speak for herself...

You know what it feels to have a friend, a friend you thought you knew, stab you in the back? I mean, all of us experienced this at least once in our lives. To all those who didn't, lucky you. Because there's nothing like hearing from someone else that you're friend had been calling you names, mocking you, ridiculing you, behind your back to ruin a perfectly good day from the start.

It all started with me and my friend, Callie, chatting about how she has this dillema and stuff when she told me she heard my former friend, Girl #1, was talking behind her back. She said Girl#1 called her a Faker, social-climber and a lost cause. I thought, What the Fuck??? Speak for herself. From all perspectives, Girl#1's the social climber, clinging to rich students, forcing herself into their circle, then acting the self-righteous bitch that she was.

Then Callie told me she's talking about all of our friends behind their backs. I mean, this girl has no sense of loyalty whatsoever. Calling some a weirdo, a freak, and a druggie. She has no right to say those things because for one thing, they--we--were her blockmates, we were together for two semesters, and she never even talks to most of the people in our block.

Calling me a freak is one thing, calling my friend names...she has no right. She doesn't even see her anymore and more importantly, don't know my friend very well enough to call her that. When I first heard about that, I really, REALLY, wanted to get right in her face and demand that she take back those words before I rip her hair out and mess up that anorexic toothpick figure of hers.

Before she go spouting bullshit about people, she should really know that person first. It not only hurts that person, but also ruins a person's image in the eyes of other people. Hence, ruining a nice life in college.

Grrr.. Thinking about her makes me want to...

The plastic-toothpick bitch... >:(

Exams...BRING IT ON!!!

Midterm week!!!

The time comes again when I have to shove all that I will read in my head and hope that it doesn't burst  out leaving me empty of vital info. Especially during the test.

Sleepless night...energy drinks...lots and LOTS of coffee...and too many junk food to count...

Here we go again. Only this time, the daunting majors are leading the enemy front line.

Its not only just me battling against them. Armed to the teeth with study techs and an array of caffeinated food, my fellow friends and I will battle it out to the fullest. The stakes are high this term, with too many to lose looming ahead.



This is just the stress talking. Haven't got any sleep last night. Worse part is, that whole night, I only got half of the work done. Don't know why, but nothing stuck when I tried to shove all of it into my slightly-cloudy brain. I tried coffee, candy even soda... Nothing worked. I still knocked out.

First subject was Phil. It isn't even a major yet its like a bar exam. Its like you have to memorize the whole book in order to answer all correctly. I mean, I tried, really I did but there are still point where  guessed because it wasn't even...Anyway, the worst of the bunch is yet to come. In the form of an oral speech/exam actually. Apart from that, another very hard(although some of my friends wouldn't say that) subject that I HAVE to really stay awake for.


*sigh* Good luck to me. And to those who know what I'm feeling right now.. hope you have a better day than mine. Good luck to you all. (Well, I'll be needing it. Definitely)

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A little humor to brighten the day. >@<

Whew..Close call..

I thought today was another boring, routine day...that all that would happen was that: attend classes, take notes that kind of stuff with the few occasional surprises..

Man, was I wrong.

On my way home, minding my own business, reading a text from my phone while waiting for a ride, when suddenly a grabs my phone from behind and shout that I should give it up and that he'll shoot me. What happens next will be either stupid or brave by anyone's view. 

Without thinking, adrenaline pumping, instincts took over. A tug of war commenced, both of us grabbing my phone, struggling. I was riding in the vehicle so I was able to lie down on the leather seat, push my leg through the window and started using his face as target practice. Sadly he got off without a scratch--well, except for a few scratches from my braces when I tried to bite him. But a definite win for me in this round because I have a suspicion that that guy will remember the girl he lost to. 

I know it was a dangerous situation from the start, that may things could go wrong. 1, he may have a knife and I could have been stabbed; which from the start I know he didn't because he used both hands in the struggle and when he told me that he'll kill me, I felt the end of the "gun" dig in my neck--I realized then that it was just his fingers--some gun. And 2, his accomplice might've helped his partner. Thank my lucky stars that didn't happen. 

And, I just realized this two hours after, that the driver may have been in one it. Because 1, he didn't drive like hell when he realized that there was a robbery happening in his vehicle and 2, when I remember he said that there were many of his passengers who got there phone stolen and I was the first one who got away. That sneaky bastard. He might've fooled the other passengers, but not me.

I was a bit shaken, I'm sorry to admit, but what happened today served as a lesson. That it could happen to anybody & I'd be better prepared for things like this. That's why I'll be starting  taking Krav Maga lessons soon & taking precautions

Hey, a girl can't be too careful. Right? ^.^

Bright Sunshine ^@^

Here's my entry for Julie Kagawa's Contest:

My name's Poppy and I'm Summer fey from the Seelie Court. 

I'm not rooting for anyone 'cause I'm totally torn between two cute, awesome guys. 

Seelie(hot, spontaneous, and unpredictable) or Unseelie(cool(literally), hot and a bad-boy material). Seriously, I can't choose!!!


So happy I could enter this contest. Even though it was tiring and working most of the time, it was so worth it!!
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here's the link:
http://juliekagawa.blogspot.com/2012/10/october-contest-calling-all-fey.html

That girl...

...she. Is. A. B-I-A-T-C-H. Major pain in the a**. A freakin snobby little sh*t. @#%$&*#$@%!!!!!!!

Woke up early, got to school early, expecting for the topic to be easy. Never thought a girl with her caliber to be super expecting from us.

See, there's this project we were supposed to be doing this week about the history of WWII for world history class. Our leader, aka the snobby one, was assigned to direct everything. We didn't really knew each other that well. Since first impressions leave lasting marks, she acted nice the first meet, all sweet and kind and over all miss popularity.

A good day from the morning where I woke up from a dream I knew was great but unfortunately forgot about(that's the fickle human mind for you) to the point where it was going well until you got totally ambushed by a wolf in sheep's clothing.

She was giving instructions-she had really great ideas-until one of the opinionated member of our group spoke up and one thing led to another and the next thing I knew, they were like contradicting each other's statements. At first, it was all good, at least I think it did til the girl blindsided the member by removing him/her (sorry can't risk even that about the member's identity) from the group which opened a whole new can of worms.

It all ended with that person leaving(feel so bad for that person, since he/she was a good friend) voluntarily. I would have said that the girl was a total beyatch but after the whole fiasco, and for the sake of every body's grade, I kept it to myself. Actually, I ranted about the girl's "great" personality later after the meet. About how a snob she was, how she would sing about her personal achievements as if we could care and being a stinkin' smarty pants. Honestly, that girl really, really needs to loosen up. And nobody really likes a smarty pants. No matter how pretty or how may accomplishments she/he has. No need to rub it in our faces that she's more superior than most ordinary people.

I think she has a stick shoved up her ass her entire life and had a few friends for all the ice-queen vibe she sends out. Maybe she mostly has fake friends, anyway.

I'm not doing this because I'm being mean or anything, its because I needed to lose much pent-up steam over the ordeal. I don't have much of a choice in the matter; its either this or start putting my frustration and anger on more destructive methods.

Anyway, I was hoping these brewing emotions would melt away by now; sadly none of my calming methods are working. I don't know what to do. I can't drown myself in chocolate(1, because I'd get fat faster even though it helps a little, and 2 it'll have bad repercussions on my skin) so  that leaves exercise. Hard running, violent tennis and among other things.

My friend says that he/she was fine, but I'm not so sure. After being on the receiving end of that snake of a tongue...I'm just hoping that after that ordeal, she would get better at treating other people as ordinary people, not expecting too highly of others by comparing themselves to her, and understand that being normal is a good thing, loosening a little and having a little fun(even though she says she's a smiley person-highly doubt it). Treating everybody as equals would benefit all of us and maybe create a more pleasant environment where we all could understand each other's limit in skills.

I do not want a repeat of that. Ever. She could just suck up her scathing opinions and leave if she continues to be that way. why

The aftermath...

Rain. Rain. And still rain.

Four days, three nights.



Its been known that our country was ravaged by a semi-storm, a low pressure area of cold and warm air. Great floods submerged residences as deep as 8 feet, maybe more. Many died in them, many were lost from their loved ones, alone in the chilling cold of the murky, dirty water. Cries of despair stained the air, for finding the bodies lifeless and cold destroyed what little hope they have left. But not all despaired for some were found, alive and yet not well, but alive nonetheless.

I write these words in the aftermath of "Habagat" as we like to call the horrible storm that put most of our major cities in a state of calamity.

My prayers go to those who are really affected by this disaster. To those families evacuated or forced to leave their homes. They had no food or water, actually there's a scarce supply of them, so I'm really thankful for the celebrities, volunteers and others who had the heart and resources to go there, be with them and give them what they desperately needed in the past few days. And for those who prayed and prayed and prayed... many thanks.

The first ray of the sun gives on new hope for new beginnings. With each day, each everyone would rise and start anew again.

From the ashes, a new beginning arises. Well, in this case from the mud.

Never say Filipinos don't know how to get up when things are down. :P