- woke up at 7, ate breakfast, took a bath, went to school.
- it's the first day of enrollment. i had to be early so i could help set up the computer labs! i came 5 minutes early! oha! >:D
- LOL i dunno how to face her seriously but i thought i just had to ask her if she's angry. i did and it was cool. i could feel her assumptions were wrong but it's better that having to lie again yknow. i'm such a bad liar. i almost can't. not with friends yknow.
- anyway. it was a bit awkward. but we carried on.
- as usual. there was a horde or students lined up at the enlistment rooms that we had to do some crazy crowd control. as usual.
- enlistment was faster this time. no dead locks. 3 computer labs were utilized so there's approximately 120 computers being used simultaneously for enlisting. yey.
- it was good that they put the 3 heads and the TRF printer in the same floor just beside the enlistment room. it was easier for the students to inquire about stuff.
- it rained hard this afternoon so i called daddy to fetch me
- then we fetched mom at the hosp. she's getting rehabed for her hurting joints or something. >:|
- sweldo yeyyyy! >XD
Monday, May 23, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Day 11 - Put your ipod on shuffle and write 10 songs that pop up
no ipod. shuffling a random folder from the library instead
1. one step at a time - jordin sparks
2. viva la vida - coldplay
3. crazy for this girl - evan and jaron
4. unwritten - natasha bedingfield
5. mahal kita - gerald santos
6. what i've done - linkin park
7. ikaw lamang - silent sanctuary
8. geek in the pink - jason mraz
9. love song - sarah bareilles
10. lucky - jason mraz
suko na ko. bahala na bukas lol >:)
1. one step at a time - jordin sparks
2. viva la vida - coldplay
3. crazy for this girl - evan and jaron
4. unwritten - natasha bedingfield
5. mahal kita - gerald santos
6. what i've done - linkin park
7. ikaw lamang - silent sanctuary
8. geek in the pink - jason mraz
9. love song - sarah bareilles
10. lucky - jason mraz
suko na ko. bahala na bukas lol >:)
Saturday, May 21, 2011
feline tongue
the may 21, 2011 doomsday prediction is pretty nakaka-praning. HAHAHA nsdjgkhfvask
btw, cute thing before i went home. i found a stray cat inside 304, and meowed it out. it meowed back and ran out. haha after turning off the pcs, i found it standing near the stairs so i meowed at it. and it meowed back then we were meowing alternately as if we're actually getting each other and talkin like there's nothing better to do before the world ends. then i passed by the orange cat and headed down. surprisingly, it followed me! so i was like, "meowwww" and it meowed back and continued to stroll behind. i was walking to to sir kim's office and the cat followed me until the mabato part where it stopped. blah blah after sayin a few to sir, i went out of his office and found the cat outside the door. mamatay matay ako sa ka-cute-aaaannn! so i was like, "meow meow meow" and i walked out... the cat still followed me. zsbkjanhlfasvbgdschlnakj ang kyoooot. kaso it started to rain so the cat stayed at the lobby na lang. hehe sjbgfhjasfnhj sfn ang cute talaga arjghsdffasdf
btw btw! kinikilig ako hihihi >XD
btw, cute thing before i went home. i found a stray cat inside 304, and meowed it out. it meowed back and ran out. haha after turning off the pcs, i found it standing near the stairs so i meowed at it. and it meowed back then we were meowing alternately as if we're actually getting each other and talkin like there's nothing better to do before the world ends. then i passed by the orange cat and headed down. surprisingly, it followed me! so i was like, "meowwww" and it meowed back and continued to stroll behind. i was walking to to sir kim's office and the cat followed me until the mabato part where it stopped. blah blah after sayin a few to sir, i went out of his office and found the cat outside the door. mamatay matay ako sa ka-cute-aaaannn! so i was like, "meow meow meow" and i walked out... the cat still followed me. zsbkjanhlfasvbgdschlnakj ang kyoooot. kaso it started to rain so the cat stayed at the lobby na lang. hehe sjbgfhjasfnhj sfn ang cute talaga arjghsdffasdf
btw btw! kinikilig ako hihihi >XD
Friday, May 20, 2011
escort service >:)
my mom got her service award this day at hyatt hotel (for being with philamlife for 25 years now) and i escorted her, for the lack of better things to do... and of course for the food. >:)
congrats mommy!
takaw tingin mode!
of course i was really hungry, i've been walking on heels all day although dinner was served early, it didn't seem like that to me. see, i got myself three plates. bwahahaha
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| good thing it was buffet! |
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| "appetizers" haha |
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| i'm a freak for these i got 2 servings each! >XD but of course, knowing myself, i can only handle enough before my stomach bursts. >:| i was only able to finish 3/4 of plate 1... and 2nd and 3rd plates were all left overs na. tira na yang lagay na yan, if you saw the original plates they were much packed and nakakahiya haha. jusme kung makapag-sayang ng pagkain wagas! ganyan kasi pag gutom ako e, tapos buffet pa. get all you can, eat all you can, leave all you can. >X( sorry na. |
Thursday, May 19, 2011
sayang!
i could've done this earlier! why didn't i think of it earlierrrrrr like when there were more worthy victims around! arg. it's too late now, but it could still be useful hehehe
3 passwords sniffed.
i told you, be careful when i'm around. i have my ways.
ah. tomorrow has to be good. >:)
heeeyyy, i was contemplatin on my uhm, evil plan, then told myself to let it be for the next 10 days. it's the needed time frame to plan things out without her meddling. >:) though i can't imagine how it would be seem to act indifferent... at the setup i've established, i could've patched things up in a minute. delaying it would cause more misunderstandings.
paki ko ba? the truth cannot be misunderstood. so yeah, that's the plan. 10 more days. oryt, make use of your strength. assume all you want. you're so good at it i thought you took up bs in humble effrontery major in incognito coquetry. you rock.
3 passwords sniffed.
i told you, be careful when i'm around. i have my ways.
ah. tomorrow has to be good. >:)
heeeyyy, i was contemplatin on my uhm, evil plan, then told myself to let it be for the next 10 days. it's the needed time frame to plan things out without her meddling. >:) though i can't imagine how it would be seem to act indifferent... at the setup i've established, i could've patched things up in a minute. delaying it would cause more misunderstandings.
paki ko ba? the truth cannot be misunderstood. so yeah, that's the plan. 10 more days. oryt, make use of your strength. assume all you want. you're so good at it i thought you took up bs in humble effrontery major in incognito coquetry. you rock.
Take My Son
a forwarded email from one of my close friends.
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.
When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.
About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.
He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art." The young man held out this package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this."
The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift."
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.
On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?"
There was silence.
Then a voice in the back! of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one."
But the auctioneer persisted. "Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"
Another voice angrily. "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!"
But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who'll take the son?"
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
"We have $10, who will bid $20?"
"Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."
"$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?"
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"
A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the collection!"
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over."
"What about the paintings?"
"I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.
The man who took the son gets everything!"
God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: "The son, the son, who'll take the son?"
Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.
When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.
About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.
He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art." The young man held out this package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this."
The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift."
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.
On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?"
There was silence.
Then a voice in the back! of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one."
But the auctioneer persisted. "Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"
Another voice angrily. "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!"
But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who'll take the son?"
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
"We have $10, who will bid $20?"
"Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."
"$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?"
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"
A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the collection!"
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over."
"What about the paintings?"
"I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.
The man who took the son gets everything!"
God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: "The son, the son, who'll take the son?"
Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.