About two weeks ago, my International Management class was held in Starbucks and I couldn’t help but notice that cup that Nolan was drinking from had the name Vince on it. Being the curious jooper that I am, I couldn’t help but ask why it was for “vince” and not “Nolan”. What I didn’t realize was that there is such an engaging story about it. Believe me Nolan does a good reenactment on why he uses the name “Vince” inside a Starbucks store.

Nolan (as the Starbucks Cashier): “Name Sir?”
Nolan (as himself): “NOLAN”
Nolan(as SC): “Donald?”
Nolan (as himself): “NO-LA-N”
Nolan(as SC): “Ronald?”
Nolan (as himself): “Oo na”
Nolan (as SC): “Rolan?”

Nolan with an exasperated sigh smiles and ends his story with this, “Kaya Vince na lang.”

Good one, Nol. What makes it funnier is the fact that this is actually true.
And we’re paying a hundred dollars a cup. *sigh*
It must be in the beans.

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While buying water at a stall in Megamall (oohhh, I love megmall hehe!)
Me: “Miss, one water pelase”
Lady: “1 ma’am. Yes, ma’am”
Me: “Okay…thanks”
(Lady disappears behind the counter to get my water when she pops her head right back up)
Lady: “Ma’am…dalawa?”

Hindi…naku hindi!

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During one of the our classes last week, my friends and I got into a pretty amusing conversation about how truly pinoy a Filipino can be. Read on to get what I mean and please don’t tell me you haven’t done these things even once in your life.

Sopinoy antic 1:

Girl 1: “What does specific mean?”
Girl 2: “Ung spin-specify mo.”

Uh…so, ano nga meaning?
Sopinoyantic 2:
Kid: “Ma, how do you spell Democracy?”
Mom: “DE-MO-CRA-CY”

Uhh… I know the pronounciation…spell nga eh… Haay naku, magtetext na lang ako.

Sopinoy antic 3:

Boy 1: “When’s our project due?”
Boy 2: “Next next next week”

Ah, sana sinabi mo nalang 3 weeks from now. Ginulo mo pa ang kausap mo.

Haay tayong mga Pinoy. We are really born with this supreme gift of humor. We make each other laugh without trying.
No wonder Pinoy Big Brother is sucha hit. Btw, why does every sentence begin with dude at the Pinoy Big Brother house? (or rather “dood” as pronounced by some). Is that some type of protocol or something? What if you don’t say “dude” (or “dood”) you get evicted. Tsk Tsk, kaya naman pala naaalis si Racquel. Haha.

I love that show.

( I am writing this entry now that I have the guts to actually do so. I’ve been meaning to write about this for ages but never seem to have the guts to do so. The things I am about to share are quite embarrassing actually but then again… it’s the truth and its part of my life and this is my blog. Oh you know the drill… I know this entry is so chick flick-ish but guess what, they actually happen.)

Have you ever been called psychotic behind your back just because you never fail to show people how you feel, no matter what those feelings consist of?
I HAVE.

Have you ever experienced a time wherein almost all of your batch mates turned their backs on you just because of a few “rotten apples” who started spreading totally untrue rumors about you?
I HAVE

Have you encountered people who did nothing but put you down and make you feel unworthy?
I HAVE

Have you ever been an outcast because you chose to be who you are?
I HAVE

Have you ever been lonelier than lonely because you never had real friends and all of them just simply walked all over you and took you for granted?
I HAVE

Have you ever stayed at home on prom night watching “meet the fockers” just because teachers and students alike worked day and night to make you feel that you don’t deserve to be beautiful even on prom night and that you weren’t worthy of such attention?IN AS MUCH AS IT IS SO NEVER BEEN KISSED AND IM SO ASHAMED OF CRACKING UNDER PRESSURE… I HAVE AND HEY I MADE A STATEMENT. HA!

Have you ever given your heart to someone who you thought liked you back until he gave in to peer pressure and wasn’t man enough to fight for his feelings? (Everyone was telling him that liking me is the lowest of the low move for him)
UNFORTUNATLEY … I HAVE.

Have you decided to write this entry in order to finally let go of the pain, the rejection, the hurt and move on to a new chapter of your life?
OBVIOUSLY…I HAVE.

To the very few people who have been my “real friends” . . . thank you! Kristy Thomas from the baby sitters club was right, you could count them using one hand. You know who you are.
To Jeremy Luz, Anthony Laborte, Genesis Tolentino and the rest of your posse, thanks for the years of torment and torture. Thanks for starting the rumors that I was psychotic back in sophomore year, a thing I had to live with until I graduated. Thank you so much cause because of you guys and your innate lack of sensitivity, I am so much better. My faith in the Lord is stronger and I have learned never to treat people like shit because they don’t have certain things or don’t have such conformist attitudes. I know it’s a thing of the past but still I want to thank you. If it weren’t for you, I would probably be some snobbish conformist bitch who can’t speak her mind and have no idea what she wants. Some clone who have no direction whatsoever. I have regard for everyone around me and treat them well, no matter who they are. Thank You. Thanks too to those fudging teachers who didn’t teach me anything and yet had the guts to put me down and made me miss the last prom of my life. I don’t regret not going though. Again, I am stronger because of all your “lait” and the likes of it. Oh and I hope that next time you don’t try poking into the students’ personal lives and don’t tell them who they should or should not be with.

And to YOU, who had my heart for the entire time I was at that school, crushed it, tore it apart, degraded me and oh… spread rumors about me…. THANK YOU. When I look back now, I realize how much you made me feel as if I was don’t deserve anyone’s affection just because I’m nowhere near your damn definition of perfection. I just hope now you don’t listen to what your friends say and stand up for what you want in life, newsflash: they won’t always be there. Thank you because despite all the bull you’ve put me through I realized that though I am far from perfection… I still deserved to be appreciated for who I am and this isn’t conceit. Every person on this planet deserves that and no one deserves being degraded. Again thank you and despite everything you’ve done to me, I hope you find someone who fits that damn criteria of perfection. (Good luck, buddy!)

As I wipe the last tear I’d ever cry for these people, I end this entry. After I publish this… its over. I am no longer looking back.
My new life awaits me…
Goodbye to these people and move on…
After all…
It’s about time, isn’t it?

Artist: James Blunt
Album: Back To Bedlam
Title: You’re Beautiful
My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I’m sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won’t lose no sleep on that,
‘Cause I’ve got a plan.
You’re beautiful.
You’re beautiful.
You’re beautiful, it’s true.
I saw you face in a crowded place
And I don’t know what to do,
‘Cause I’ll never be with you.
Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Fucking high,
And I don’t think that I’ll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.
You’re beautiful.
You’re beautiful.
You’re beautiful, it’s true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don’t know what to do,
‘Cause I’ll never be with you.You’re beautiful.

My life at the moment isn’t perfect. There are still frustrations and dissapointments and the list continues. But you know what?
I actually enjoy my life now.
I was reading my blog from last year and you know what?
It totally made me sad. I cannot believe I’ve ever been that sad in my life.
That I felt that alone and unwanted.
Right now, the Lord has blessed me with so much.
Or maybe that I’ve always been blessed but it was my attitude.
The answer to that intriguing question is something I would never know.
I’m just really happy now.
And yes I do have my days…but I never allow it to ruin me,
or what the Lord has blessed me with.
I continue praying that the Lord would continue to bless me and everyone I love.
Life is finally shedding colors.
Finally.
Anyway, Pao dropped by the house last night and he reminded me of something…rather someone I’d rather forget. But finally, I’ve found closure…

I will not make the same mistakes that you did
I will not let myself
Cause my heart so much misery
I will not break the way you did,
You fell so hardI’ve learned the hard way
To never let it get that far
Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of youI learned to play on the safe side so I don’t get hurt
Because of you
I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you
I am afraidI lose my way
And it’s not too long before you point it outI cannot cry

-Because of you,
Kelly Clarkson

I really wanted to get tennis lessons. As in I badly wanted it until I found out how much it costs…

Five hundred forty pesos for an hour of tennis.

TSSS!

I’m fine with my jump rope…thank you!

“ITOTALLYLOVESIT”

Something we really really really love;)

“FUDGE”
We’re good girls, we don’t use the word “fcuk” (unless we’re really mad) so we use fudge instead…cute noh?

“WEEFI”
Derived from wifi. Seriously…who doesn’t know what wifi is?

“BOOTIFUL”
Anyone can be beautiful but not anyone can be bootiful. Bootiful is girls who aren’t just beautiful on the outside. They’re beautiful on the inside as well, which is way more important if you ask me.

“PISHER FRICE”
Derived from those plastic toy brand. Don’t ask what it’s about. Long story.

“TUTION PEE”
Don’t even bother asking.

“FETCH”
Dervied from Mean Girls. It means “cool”. (Not that we use it. In text maybe…hahaha).

“RUFUS’
Derived from Never Been Kissed. Another word we hardly use but find cute.

“KAYOOT”
What we use when something is really cute.

“DROOLFEAST”
It replaced…”aww, that’s so sweet”

“SNOREFEST”
Another term for boredom.

And so much more words I can hardly remember them all… I’ll log ’em in as soon as I remember them.. Anyway, aside from the words we have our own theory…

“THE ERSH THEORY”

Okay, to back it up a bit. Ersh is a classmate of ours who always says. “you’re just jealous” when we tease him. So when there was this time during first term wherein for some odd reason people started giving us the look of death and so on. (we’ve all been to highschool…you know the deal). We actually felt bad about it, but then we realized that since we were not doing anything to do them then its thier problem not ours. And also we realized that the reason why they are such “haters” is because of what Ersh always says..

thus the theory…

logical when you think about it huh?

I often wonder why there are a lot of unhappy people. Why even if they seem to have everything they still are discontented and still want more, more and more. On why people seem to think that everything is a competition. It’s because our culture dictates us to be perfect at all times, anything less than perfect is not acceptable. Now, that’s crap because we all know for a fact that no one’s perfect, hard to believe when “beautiful people” are being thrown to our faces twenty four seven. We are dictated to be in this size, to be wearing the right clothes and hanging with the “right people”, if you don’t have the right size, clothes or people you’re just not good enough.
I often ponder on why there are ugly people and beautiful people… I was just watching a documentary in a local channel about a family who had big, big eyes… Their eyes were so big they even had difficulty sleeping! Despite their poor condition, people around them still found something to laugh about and still managed to add more pain into their already sorry condition. The mush that I am, I cried because I felt their pain. I may not have some sickness and not deformed (I thank the Lord for that everyday).But, I in my own way have felt being laughed at and mocked. I have been a target of criticism and comparison my whole life, this fact continues on to this day. My close friends know how I feel about the outside beauty, I may be vain but I was forced to become one because of the situation I have been put in. I grew up with people comparing me to the people closest to my heart, my mother, my two brothers and my sister. I used to be so insecure about myself and have not believed any compliment that has come my way (they weren’t a lot by the way..hahaha!). When you are treated this way by people whom you have just met, (imagine your whole family is introduced to a person, this person sees your whole family for the first time, that person approaches you and says, “oh my! Your siblings are so good looking. You would be if you weren’t so fat. Look at your sister” and so on…Some people can be such jerks, imagine saying this to a thirteen year old?! Who the hell does she think she is?! ) and it goes on for as long as you remember you tend to doubt yourself, you tend to doubt what other people continue repeating that inner beauty counts more. You fight feeling bitter but it’s so darn hard because all these people are putting you down.
It has been a long time since I felt that way, but I admit that it comes every now and then. I don’t live in envy and jealousy, I do get insecure but who the hell doesn’t? My friends always told me that I should use my insecurity and those criticisms to make me a better person. And in a way it has, it has helped me to be more compassionate of others, to be more compromising and to be more patient. It isn’t the easiest thing to do and there are days that I act like a bitch when things are going too far, but I try my best to treat everyone right. I don’t judge, I don’t condemn and most of all I don’t crap on people just because they don’t look good “enough”. This sucks, people might say that this is not an issue, but it is…look around you? Who gets laughed at the most? Who gets taken for granted just because that person is not pretty enough? Who suddenly gets attention because she/he lost weight? Why is weight even an issue? There are a million things people should talk about and they go yak about what they should wear to appear slimmer, what they should eat, what sport to play.
There’s nothing wrong with wanting to look good and be healthy, but is anorexia and bulimia healthy? I don’t think so. What pushes teens to the brink of anorexia and bulimia? It’s the freaking connotation of the media that if you aren’t as thin as a stick you’re not pretty enough and you’ll be damn alone the rest of your life. Many people have walked all over me just because I’m not a size two, many people have ignored me because I don’t have the mestiza complexion and many people have disregarded me because I’m not pretty enough…. Still I thank these people, I thank these people for hurting me because if its not for them then I wouldn’t be working hard today to fulfill the dreams that I have day dreamed about because I want to escape this cruel world…Okay, that sounds really dramatic, but its sooohhh true.:)
I just wish people wouldn’t look at the complexion nor should they look at what a person is wearing. I know the things that I have mentioned have been said a million times but I strongly believe that if people just started getting their act together then there wouldn’t be unhappy people anymore, there would be less tears and more laughter.
I know what other people say should not matter and you should believe in yourself, but come on we all know that no man is an island, we actually need to work together to get things done. I once tried that, I once tried to hide away in my shell just so to shun people and their not needed comments, but it did me no good. I ended up being more bitter and insecure… Now, I’m thankful for my friends because they give me just the right amount of boost that I need. They make me smile and they make me appreciate myself more. I may not be the prettiest of the bunch, but I’m happy to be me because despite me not being beautiful, I know I have something else to offer, that’s the loyalty I give to the special people and the love I can give to that one special person.

The game was AMAZING last night until we … what’s that again? Oh yeah… LOST! *sigh* I had fun though, the crowd was wonderful. And they put up a good fight. Go KINGS!:))

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I am still embarassed over the dare I did earlier because I lost in UNO.
Gurrr.

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You know what? THE OC is beginging to be BORE me. *snorefest*

REMIND ME WHEN I GET A BOYFRIEND NOT TO:

1) Plaster our pictures all over m y multiply, friendster,myspace and blogger accounts.

2) Change my status to “married” or fill my profile with details concerning my relationship. After all people may be checking my profile because of…oh yeah…ME!

3) Ban or restrict him from having friends. Not to take him away from his friends (even if they are girls) and I WILL allow him to freely do whatever he wants (if he respects and loves me, he’ll know his limitations) and allow him to have a LIFE.

4) To flaunt my relationship by kissing and other cheesy things couples do in public (otherwise known as P.D.A.) Holding hands is enough, other than that…PLEASE.

5) NOT trust my boyfriend. I got in that relationship for a reason, one of them (i’m guessing) is because I am in love with him therefore I trust him.

6) Stay in the relationship if I don’t trust him.

7) Yammer on and on about my relationship to my friends.

8) Be consumed by him or the relationship.

9) NOT keep things private. Our business is ours and ours alone.

10) To lose who I am and my sense of self. To prioritize my lovelife above my priorites (such as school and my family). When I get a boyfriend, he would not complete me because by that time I am already complete. Instead he would make my complete life even better. I can live without him but I chose not to because I want him to stay and not because I need him.

Totally loves it!:)
(whaa? that doesn’t sound like me at all *wink*)