| of JT and screaming fans |
[19 Mar 2007|12:06am] |
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Pink- you're just like a pill |
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JT's future sex love sound concert was alright.
Our arena was set up amazingly. Aparently, JPJ (John Paul Jones Area...of the University of Virginia) is the Best New Concert Arena of the Year. Yeah UVa!
Pink opened and she was pretty amazing. I thought she would just be alright, but she rocked harder that I anticipated. Hats off to the hanging cloth dancing trick.
The tech for Justin's part blew me away. They had projectors that did all sorts of cool stuff and an amazing stage. I can't even put it into words.
Timbaland's DJ part was great. I'll be sure to dload his songs when they come out.
Justin was... talented. He played the keyboard. He played the keyboard strapped around while dancing. He played the guitar. He rocked the dancing parts. He sang well.
He also made out with the blonde dancer twice. And put up his middle finger a couple of times. And insulted our basketball team that lost today ("It's not my fault you did bad today" ...or something to that effect).
The girl who sat beside me is responsible for making me partially deaf in my right ear. The random "AAAAAHHHHHH"s were acceptable. I wanted to kick her tho for screaming "put it in a box" 3 million times for his encore. Honey, it's "dick in a box".
I guess it was a night well spent. I don't regret going and spending money for it. Justin Timberlake is a good performer, but no panties will be thrown from my direction any time soon. The weird thing is, instead of really getting into the concert, it make me think about random deep shit about life. haha! Ok, so maybe his performance didn't really "inspire" me to do that, but that really doesn't matter, does it? In the end, the whole didn't blow me away, but hey, I'll take what I can.
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| of religious studies, books, brothers, and random thoughts |
[21 Jan 2007|03:08pm] |
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Officially declared for my minor in Religious Studies, and it only took 5 minutes. I'm pretty excited because aparently the undergrad program of UVa on religious studies is the best in the nation.
It's only the first weekend and yet I have already finished reading the book "Counterinsurgency Warfare" as instructed on the syllabus for this week and next's discussions. I am now struggling through Hobbes' Leviathan. Too bad the latter isn't as exciting as the first. I'm gonna grow fat from sitting down and reading the whole semester.
Few things are more disconcerting than hearing your brother moan "Machogwapitoooooh machogwapitooooh", however amazing the song may be. It's just about as disturbing as seeing him shot (yes, i realize it was on a music video, but hey I'm his sister).
It's snowing. Finally. Not that I like snow, but the weird weather was getting on nerves (and making me nervous). I really think we should all start seriously thinking about how to take care of whats left of our environment. I don't want my kids experiencing droughts or monsoon rains (or winter storms) even deadlier than what we've had in the past year.
Can someone explain what the song define define define (by Hilera) means? I love it, but I just dont get it.
Act or dance?
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| of greek landlords and warm wishes |
[11 Dec 2006|12:29pm] |
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I love our Greek landlord Paul. His accent makes it impossibly hard to understand what he says, but he always has a smile on his face. :) Today he came by to give us baklava and other Greek pastries for Christmas.
I opened the card on top of the plate. It said "Warm wishes on Christmas!", followed by stamp of Paul's Rental Properties. =P Warm indeed.
Last year's was actually better, coz at least on top it said "Tenants:" before the christmas greetings. =P
So cute. :) Mmm... yummy baklava.
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| of requirements and psyching myself up |
[26 Nov 2006|10:57pm] |
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Things to be conquered between now and Manila:
1. 305 lab paper- 10 pages
2. military force paper- 8 pages
3. social psyc paper- 5 pages
4. mass media paper- 10 pages
5. terrorism paper- 8 pages
6. mass media FINAL
7. military force FINAL
8. 305 FINAL
9. social FINAL
...bring it. as if that could stop me from going home.
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| of thanksgiving and things to be thankful for |
[23 Nov 2006|09:04pm] |
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In the spirit of thanksgiving (and because the sentimental-ness from yesterday hasn’t worn off yet)... A few things I'm thankful for (in no particular order)…
1. My family. I wish I could be with them now, but hey, 4 more weeks shouldn't take that long especially with all the schoolwork I have. I'm thankful for my trusting parents who never run out of patience and love. I'm thankful for my 3 annoying brothers who I'm learning to really appreciate as I grow up.
2. Yesterday's day trip. see last entry.
3. A place to stay for thanksgiving. :) Thanks Abby (I know you're reading this). I've had time to study, time to shop, and LOTS of food to eat. Aside from home in Manila, I can't really think of a better place to be.
4. My friends, and my bestfriend. There are just some people who you KNOW will be there no matter what. I won't mention names na because I might just miss one and that would be a tragedy, because I really really really appreciate each and every single one of you (chances are, if you're reading this, you're one of them anyway). To themed parties, drunken/desperate phonecalls, lazy afternoons, tea lattes, beaches, patching up relationships and endless chat logs. I love you.
5. UVa, and this warm orange Virginia hoodie I’m sporting right now.
6. Being young. It’s hard to remember that most of the time because of the madness of life, but we better appreciate it while we still can. And even when we can’t na, let’s hope we don’t lose the spirit.
Happy thanksgiving, kids. I’m gonna let the turkey’s tryptophan work it’s magic.
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| of Sunday surprises and work |
[22 Oct 2006|01:21pm] |
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Good one, God. Good one. =P
Remember FreddiePrinzeJunior/bus guy from class? I saw him today while Elvi, Holly and I were walking down the staircase of Ohill after our after-mass brunch. I pointed him out to Holly excitedly, and Elvi joins in, wanting to know who i was pointing at. So we walk a bit faster to catch him..
and....
I see him...
with his arm around another guy...
who also had his arm around Freddie's waist.
Laughter from Holly and Elvi proceeds.
Sucks. I must admit tho, that was a really good one, God. =P
....on a slighty different note.... IM SO STRESSED. Time to catch up on work.
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| of awesome deans and being burned by them. alot. |
[21 Oct 2006|11:07pm] |
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pimpin all over the world |
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Dean Perry- dean of student life of UVa; sitting on our table during the OYFA parents reception
Ronald- the only other guy in our table, 1st year
Felice- the girl who talks too much
(and 6 other girls in the table)
Dean Perry (talking to Ronald)- so you and I, we're holding this table down with all these ladies
Ronald (looking a little uncomfortable talking to the dean)- uuuhhh, yeah. I'm a pimp.
Felice (excited about the connection she makes in her head) (to the dean)- Ooooh! So that means you're a pimp too!!
-laughter-
Dean Perry (leans forward on the table, looking serious)- Are you saying that because im BLACK?
-LAUGHTER and SHOCK-
-attention of the room shifts to Felice, the student burned by the dean of students-
Felice (in shock and awe, trying to curl up into a ball and hide behind people) thinks.... HOLY COW THE DEAN OF STUDENTS JUST CALLED ME RACIST!!!
....but apparently he was just kidding. Now I love him.
I love how UVa deans are so awesome. I think I shall visit him one time.
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[08 Oct 2006|12:49am] |
i'm not allowing myself to smile because i'm afraid that when i do, it will just be taken away from me.
i really want to though.
testing out the waters. hopefully i've learned how to swim in case the ocean's not too kind again.
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| of life's little surprises and freddie-prinze-jr-but-cuter's |
[28 Sep 2006|05:31pm] |
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Long white pretty skirt + sudden DOWNPOUR = not so good.
And yet me and the other kids in the bus stop were just laughing at our sorry state.
10 minutes later the blue bus finally rolls up. The door opens...
AND ITS MY FOREVER CRUSH FROM 305 DRIVING THE BUS!!!!
I swear that boy looks like Freddie Prinze Jr. but cuter, and he always recites in class, and he said "Take care out there" when i jumped out in front of my apt, and he saved me from the rain!!
:D eep. My hero.
God thinks of the most awesome little things to lift you up. :)
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[27 Sep 2006|04:13pm] |
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There’s nothing quite like it- the loss you feel in the defeat of the illusion of your first real love to reality. Wasn’t everything supposed to work out in the end? Yes, it should have. That’s why you so willingly blurred the lines that separated your life from his. So, when the dust settles after the battle, you force yourself to find the borders you had known before everything even started. You can’t find them. It doesn’t matter anyway, the lines have been re-drawn. And with you in the losing end, you have no say in where they will be. It’s no longer you two against the world. Reality, the victor, takes over and laughs- how foolish to think you could have taken on the world. It forces on you the new system it has made, as you struggle to comprehend how you could have lost so badly, as you try to fuse who you were with the new identity it gives you. But there is no hope for retaliation, not when you find that you are the only one willing to take up a sword for one last fight. There is no choice but to drop your weapon in resignation, suck up the pain from your gashes, and fall in step. You are, after all, the conquered.
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| of small boxes that actually bring something good and everything else sucking |
[27 Sep 2006|08:12am] |
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terencelok: hey fel, everyday ur statuses are so sad... i hope ur fine...
Felice Caringal: someone notices
Felice Caringal: :)
Felice Caringal: thanks terence
Felice Caringal: trying to get there
Felice Caringal: you made my day a little better :)
terencelok: i know we havent really been talking much, but then it still saddens me to know that a friend feels bad :(
terencelok: thats nice to hear :)
terencelok: i guess ive never seen u sad.
terencelok: stressed yes, sad no..
Felice Caringal: yeah im not really the type to mope noh?
Felice Caringal: even i surprised myself
terencelok: ya!
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[25 Sep 2006|03:07pm] |
i wonder if it hurts less to get hit by a truck?
they'll give you an anesthetic for the pain, and a respirator so it's easier to breathe. at least you'll be knocked out and for a few hours you wont feel. that in itself would be good.
i don't want tea and sympathy unless i ask it from you.
cut ties with all the lies that you've been living in.
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[24 Sep 2006|02:53pm] |
choice made. easy come, easy go. have fun.
that's all i needed to hear about. i'm done.
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| of my favorite character and procrastinating |
[21 Sep 2006|01:02pm] |
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greys on tv |
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from svet
Cristina Yang
64% confidence, 26% compassion, 76% dedication
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Cristina Yang is an extremely intelligent and aggressive woman. She puts her professional obligations first before anything. She likes to do things by the book. However, her horrible bedside manner and inability to relate to her patients causes her to appear cold and distant. She’s also pretty arrogant and persistent. But I got to say she’s my favorite.
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My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 99% on confidence | | You scored higher than 99% on compassion | | You scored higher than 99% on dedication |
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| of obsessions and being unproductive |
[17 Sep 2006|10:19pm] |
forget the 300+ pages i have to read everyweek, the ISIP events, the unwanted but inescapable emotional rollercoaster.... i seem to be able to handle those well.
if i have to kiss my dean's list goodbye... it will be because of this new, unwanted but inescapable OBSESSION WITH GREY'S ANATOMY.
The most unproductive weekend of my life.
hey bff... left siiiiiiide?
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| of being stressed and kamay ni dabid |
[13 Sep 2006|02:25pm] |
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watch my manong!
OMG, im so happy they made a video na for that. It's one of my favorite songs of theirs.
.... soooo stressed. It's raining pa today. I need an outlet for this stress (preferably not my face).
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| of sleepless friday nights and the ensuing sleepy mornings |
[09 Sep 2006|09:07am] |
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soo sleepy. but i have to do work if i wanna go to the football game and antonette's toga party later.
Yey for:
....reggie who just there for me yesterday
....my favorite 06 girl alumni!! :D crazy girls surprised me when i saw them at the party. And when they came knocking in my room right when i was in bed na, with the intent of holding a FLAMMOYFA meeting. HAHAHA!
....roomies who are over 21, sex on the beach, tequila shots with old friends and whatever that red thing was
....an awesome party with an even better turnout
....zeny not hesistating to tell me I NEVER LEARN. haha! It should make me feel bad but it doesn't, coming from you. :P
4 hours of sleep. Must read tho. Can't wait for the football game.
The good old song of Wahoo-wah. We'll sing it oer and oer. It cheers our hearts and warms our blood to hear then shout and roar. We come from old Virginia where all is bright and gay. Let's all join hands and give a yell for dear old UVa. Wahoo wah wahoo wah, U-ni-vi Virginia. Hoorah ray hoorah ray. Ray ray UVA!
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| of books and my bear |
[08 Sep 2006|08:24pm] |
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holding out for a hero |
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Abby: Sam do you ever get scared of your ate's books?
*sam (the bear) looks at the books on my desk and those on the floor*
...Plan of Attack
...Inside Terrorism
...What Causes War?
...The Origins of Major War
...Terror in the Mind of God
even some of my mass media books don't sound like bedtime readings
...Out of Order
...Air Wars
*sam nods*
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
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| of internal conflict and daddy |
[04 Sep 2006|09:04pm] |
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I was completely distraught after terrorism class today. Some boy said he heard that top military officials in the philippines informed abu sayaff rebels about when they wanted to attack. "...it just goes to show how corrupt top military officials are in the philippines."
I was pissed. At him for generalizing. At me for being to unable to say something back.
My lolo was head of the southern command of the army at the height of the separatist movement in the 70's. Seeing as the Philippines is still intact, he seems to have done his job well. He was present in the peace talks with our Muslim brothers in mindanao afterwards.
Corrupt? When my grandfather was commanding general of the philippine army, his son died fighting against the rebels. He could have given him the safest, easiest job in the organization. He didn't, and his son was killed in action.
And my dad, who travels to the remotest parts of his region to care for his men and to tell them na "hindi ko kayo papupuntahin sa lugar na sarili ko, hindi ko mapupuntahan". He's done many things (that I don't think he'll want me posting) especially when he was intelligence director of the police.
I was thinking all that, but I couldn't say it. And I hated myself for it.
...But I told daddy when he called, and as usual, he made everything better with his reasonings and just by being my daddy.
I can be 8 years old wanting a horsey-horsey ride, 17 in a university faraway, 26 sticking white flowers on my hair on my wedding day, or 35 with my 4th child--- and he'll still have my heart. :)
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