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TEACHER'S DAY.......

Well, since a lot of time has passed since it occurred (or so it seems), i don't really remember anything that happened that day. All that i pretty much remember is that we were pulled out in the middle of Projects and Presentations which is kind of good because we were supposed to do a major speech about world leaders that day.

OK, END OF BLOG.......

JK

As we went down we caught the presentation team doing some late practices. Oh, and thirdy r got a lapel (did i spell that right?) and yana, thirdy, and i kinda messed with it. We were sitting by the wall opposite of the stage and we were mostly covered by the people sitting in front of us. We kept on saying weird stuffs to the microphone which is fortunately still connected to the main speaker. We said things like "happy teacher's day" and "hi ms. layla" :D

We stopped playing with the mic when the program started. i like marlo's singing voice. its similar to the voices of the lead singers of the bands that i listen to. marlo's cool.

Lastly, the entire school group hugged the teachers.

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THE INSANELY LATE BLOG

ok now, im gonna blog about the creative dress-up week!! WOOT. it has been more than a month or so since i blogged about something, and yes, i admit that i have been neglecting my blogging. sowwy askdhf.

DAY 1- It was the hip socks day. that day was my ultimate specialty! i wore striped toe socks; each pair with a different color. one displayed the shade of red and the other one light blue. i call those socks my "lucky socks". well, i dont believe in luck, but everytime i wear those pair of socks, i feel happy and confident to go through the day. i had those socks since the time that i was grade 2 and it might only mean 2 things: either my feet hasn't grown since i was in the 2nd grade or my lucky socks are magical socks that were specially knitted by dumbledore. i strongly believe that it is the 2nd one.........

DAY 2- the second day was athlete's day and i dressed up as a  fisherman! i won best costume with sofia, thirdy d, and some other dude whom i forgot. Teacher Katie gave us each some kind of australian candy. the candy was soft and chewy but it tasted like clay.

DAY 3- it was what i want to be when i grow up day. i dressed up as a lawyer. i wore a purple dress that my moms wears to work. my mom and i share clothes a lot.

DAY 4- it was crazy hair day. i came to school without a hairstyle and any idea what kind of hairstyle should i put on. i borrowed blue wax from physically fit and applied it on my bangs. i absolutely didnt know that wax makes your hair hard! i washed my bangs but then decided that i should just wash my entire hair. and so my hairstyle for that day was a "wet look". too bad for me, it dried up before it was even graded. so i just borrowed red hair color from yana :D:|

DAY 5- it was pajama day. i wore my extremely over-sized victory at 25 t-shirt which i just scavenged from the grade 7 classroom last year. adfasdfadfadfaf no one would claim it, so i just took it home :D

and so that is my extremely late blog about clothes and such.

I shall name my child Bebang

First of all, i bet that you guys are wondering about the title of this blog. its because that from now on i will make all my blog titles weird and random. just like the songs of fall out boy! why? because fall out boy is cool and i want my blogs to be cool too.

Anyways.....

2 night ago, our family celebrated my brother's birthday in some japanese restaurant located somewhere in Edsa. The food there was so great (though i didn't eat much. i dont know why)! The only problem was that as we ate there, 3 very weird but funny things happened. It made me feel that the place was cursed or such. and now, im gonna blog about that.

First, Rj, my mom and lola, and i argued about a bowl of miso soup. to be more specific we argued about a certain ingredient in the miso soup that i had never seen or tasted before. It was small, round, and color brown and it tasted so slimy and horrible. We tried to guess what it was,

"It's beans," i said.
"No, its mushroom," rj argued in a very i-really-know-that-i-am-right way that he always does.
"sago," my mom simply said.
"SILI?!?!!?!??" shouted my lola. i bet that the people around us heard that very clearly.

it was quite embarrassing. and it also is sad to know that my lola thinks that a round, brown, and slimy thing would become a hot pepper. well, soon after that, we learned that it was actually a mushroom. how? my dad just simply asked the waiter.

immediately after that, a man came rushing to the bathroom as he carried someone in his arms. i wasn't sure if the person the man was carrying was a nerdy boy or an old midget at first. Then my mom told me that he was a very very old man that probably has mental defective thingies. And then the very very old man puked. his puke was brown and very watery. then after a walk of two feet, he puked again. the janitors immediately put a wet floor sign and mopped out the puke. lksdflasjkdf : D

Lastly but definitely not the least, the next weird thing that happened was when a band came to our table to jam or whatsoever you call it (the restaurant that we went had a band that plays songs to random tables for free). The band wasn't really your typical rock band. It only had maracas, a double bass, an acoustic guitar, and bongos. The lead singer was a lady that was very plump and the man playing the bongos is smaller than an oompa loompa. They can play any song: from Baby to Blue Moon to a japanese song. They sang rj a happy birthday song. Rj looked sad. So sad :(. Then they sang a beegees song but i forgot what was the title. Rj used to be a huge beegees fan. He liked barry the most, the guy with the girly voice. At  first i found it corny but then a little while later i found myself tapping my feet to the music.

We had a very fun time. yes we did. but i wish that i ate more that night. going home after that was hard cause it was very traffic. goodnight. i spent long hours doing this blog. now im gonna brush my teeth and read harry potter

The gay dude

   It was a Sunday afternoon and i was walking my dog, Bruce. A lot of trees bordered the sidewalk so it explained the countless centipede's crawling everywhere. There were times when they would fall from the trees above. I didn't really care about the centipedes since the beginning. If they ever landed on me i would simply just flick them away. ANYWAYS....

   I saw this fat gay walking towards my direction. He was wearing some white nurse outfit and he swayed his hips as he "strutted". And then i saw him stop suddenly and started stomping at the ground like a mad man. He reminded me of Jeremy. PEACE DUDE. Right away i knew that he was trying to kill the centipedes.

    To clear things up, my point in this blog is that my mind had a hard time to process the sight of an ultra gay stomp at the ground like a maniac. I wanted to believe that he looked masculine, but no. He also didn't look THAT gay at that moment. He just looked like a maniac. Nuf said.......

PARTAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY

Yes, i know that a lot of people has already blogged about this topic. I don't care.

So everyone knows that the Highschool 1 made a blow out for Ms. Layla. WOOT. Well, the party would not had been possible without the help of Ms. Physically Fit MAXINE. First she was asking each high school for at least a dozen times if they would donate money. I gave 30 pesos because I'm so kind and generous. After that she kinda skipped the entire art class because she was running up and down the stairs just to ask what kind of pizza did the class want. Please don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to insult Ms. Physically Fit, i mean Maxine. I bet we wouldn't have a party at all if she wasn't there.

All of the guys, except Thirdy R, immediately went downstairs and played basketball. IN THE RAIN. The rest stayed upstairs and pretty much went wild and had the ultimate party. Thirdy R played some music and we danced in the dark like crazy. I had a cup in my hand with soda while dancing. BEAT THAT.

After "lunch" we went to math class and studied parallel lines. Oh, and we (Krisa, Ange, Julio, and me) named our table the shuttlecock frosties. We were the first one to finish the seatwork. OH YEAH. As we finished math we went back to partying again for Ms. Abby (is that the right spelling?!) arrived in class for half an hour late. We messed up the classroom so badly that we started to call yana bronson. wth, there's no connection.

The tempting fire extinguisher

MARK MY WORDS.

   Someday, i am gonna use a fire extinguisher at school. Fire or no fire. I'm just very very curious! I want to know how it works and how does it feel to squeeze the handle and shake the nozzle violently side to side. I want to swim in the soft white foam and make foam angels and have a foam ball fight. It's just so tempting!

   So, to my fellow classmate dudes, join me! I need you guys so that i can have my fire extinguisher fun to the highest level. I know that you want to use a fire extinguisher too. Yes, i know and you don't have to deny it. I already have a super almost fool proof plan.

   Pretty much my plan is to use the fire extinguisher EXACTLY the minute after we graduate from highschool. That way we wouldn't get expelled or suspended from school because we technically wouldn't be students anymore. But we may still get in trouble with our parents and all. So like yah......

   ONE DAY. SOMEDAY.

What I hate about church

   I'm very very very very consistent in going to church. SUPER DUDE. But there are just some minor things that you notice every Sunday that tends to be very weird and awkward. Soon enough they get annoying. Here are the things that get in my nerves the most:

1) kids who wear shirts with "obscene" pictures.
    It's like that every Sunday i see toddlers who wear shirts that say things like "I AM DORAEMON" or "SWINE FLEW". Not to mention "I LOVE DORA THE EXPLORER" and "HANNAH MONTANA ROCKS MY WORLD". I find it very very annoying. I don't like seeing the things that i hate the most on a beautiful Sunday. Yes, yes, i may be shallow but please don't blame me. Blame doraemon, pigs, dora, and miley cyrus.
  
2) people who clap off beat.
   When people clap off beat, i get lost and i subconsciously clap off beat too. There was like a time that the praise and worship had already stop and the preacher already started to pray and i was still lightly clapping my hands. In an offbeat manner. weird. its like hypnotism.

3) Big people blocking your view.
   Don't you just hate it when a huge fat person sits in the chair in front of you and you really can't see anything else but their wide meaty/fatty backs?

4) Overcrowded comfort rooms.
   Well, usually the assembly hall is very very cold. So the very first thing that people usually do is go to the bathroom and "empty their bladders". There were certain times when i really had to "empty my bladder" so i bared to line up for about 15 minutes. sdkjflsjflsdklkfdslljdklklsdfklsjklsdkfweiovn :D:D:D

5) People with sweaty hands.
   Before sitting down after the praise and worship, the pastor always tells the congregation to greet the person next to you and shake their hands. I just really hate it when i get to shake sweaty hands. gross dude.
 
THERE YOU HAVE IT. i love church. sunday mornings are my favorite time of the week. there are just some things that you have got to hate.

P.S. oh yeah i like it when people sing in praise and worship and they do it too loud and off tune. it just amuses me and i dont know why. i would rather listen to them than the worship leaders. double thumbs up for bad voices :-bd

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Do dogs fart?

OK. So there was one late night (early morning maybe :D) when I was the only one awake in the entire house. Why was still awake....I don't know. All i remember was that i was watching Mythbusters and Jamie looks like a walrus.

   Bruce (my dog) woke up and made "naglalambing" so i made him go up the sofa. He barged into my lap and laid down. I tickled his tummy and suddenly i felt like a soft but hot gust of air. And then it smelled so so horrible! I am sure it wasn't me dude! I don't think its anyone else too. So pretty much i think that Bruce was the one who farted. Do dogs really fart?

Rolando Mendoza the bad person

   First and most of all, I'd like to say that THIS WORLD IS SO SUCKISH.
   
    I bet that everyone knows about the hostage taking thingy yesterday. It's everywhere---- CNN, BBC, Channel News Asia. Honestly, I feel like I do not want to be a Filipino anymore. That horrible event was just so shameful. It showed how inefficient and untrained our police and swat team was at that time of crisis. It showed how much of a pussy they were. In here I shall list down the mistakes that they did and the things that they could have done:

1) They shouldn't had arrested the hostage taker's brother. When they did that, they provoked him and that way he snapped and he lost his cool. Everyone knows that a hostage taker must always be kept calm so that he/she would not do anything rash.

2) They should had called in person who is an expert in buses in that model. That way they would had known an easier way to open the door rather than smashing the windows open that proved to be useless and ineffective.

3) Most of the policemen were scared to go in the bus because the feared that a granade would explode as they go in. They should have had bomb sniffing dogs so that they would be more assured and braver.

4) They shouldn't had used tear gas. The tear gas just provoked the hostage taker more causing him to shoot bullets randomly. The tear gas was useless.

5) When they used the tear gas, they should had had  gas masks. All knows that it is very stupid. Rather than having an advantage, they things worse for themselves.

   Well, this is what i would have done. I would had cut a small hole in the windshield of whatever window, use a mirror so i can see inside, search for a hostage taker, and then go to a high and unseen place and use a sniper to shoot him somewhere. I would also make sure that i didn't hit him in a critical place.

   To end this blog, I'd like to say THIS IS FREAKING EMBARRASSING!! KAHIYAHIYA!! I feel so bad for this country. Tourism is an important part of our economy and now i am very sure that the tourists here would lessen. Not to mention that people all around the world will stereotype us as "The Hostage Taking People". The filipinos will be the brand new punchlines to the jokes out there. WAHA

  Oh, Philippines....

my special message to all the jologs out there

I shall warn you that this blog will be full of bulletpoints.

 I HATE JOLOGS!!! I hate them more than anything in this world! More than Justin Bieber and Hannah Montana/ Miley Cyrus. Believe it or not.

 Well, first of all, what is a jolog?

   jologs:
1) baduy
2) bakya
3) pang-masa
4) skwaking
5) Is knowlegeable on the latest showbiz issues and soap opera episode
6) No-brainer


examples of jologs:

1) Soap Operas, Game KNB

2) April Boy, Mystica, Renz Verano

3) Star FM, 93.9 WKC, 101.1 and 101.9

4) FrEaXioN, Johnston

5) Jolina, Juday, Regine, Kris Aquino, Boy Abunda, Osang


got that here -----http://www.pinoyexchange.com/forums/archive/index.php/t-101175.html


    If you ask me, the definition of jologs are the following:

1) sunod sa uso
2) wannabe
3) has no guts to be different and unique

Practically, this special blog conveys my message to all the jologs out there.

1) You guys, if you really are a fan of some certain band or artist, you have to know songs that are not only the singles that you usually hear in the radio, myx, or mtv. A great example is Paramore. I love them but I think that they are getting overated because JOLOGS. All you guys know are like Brick by boring brick, The only exception, and Ignorance. Do you people even know that the brand new eyes album came out more than 6 months ago?


2) What's wrong with being different from the crowd? You get to keep stuffs and secrets that are only a handful of people know. Don't forget that you get bragging rights and superior knowledge together with that. Don't you wanna be unique and distinguishable? DARE TO BE DIFFERENT

3) Wag na kayo mag pacute. dare to hold the camera in FRONT of your face----not up or side. and, hindi kailangan ng pouted lips and peace sign to be attractive.

4) communicate properly. its more decent and understandable. if you want the philippines to be globally competitive, learn proper english.

That's all i have to say. help the philippines become a better environment to live in. h
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Top 10 people I want to meet in person:

1) Adam Levine (lead singer of Maroon 5)
2) Patrick Stump (lead singer of Fall Out Boy)
3) Gustav Schaffer (drummer of Tokio Hotel)
4) Bear Grills (Tv host of MAN VS WILD)
5) Stephen Hawking (a famous theoretical scientist)
6) Gabe Saporta (lead singer of Cobra Starship)
7) Jared Leto (lead singer of 30 seconds to Mars)
8) Will Ferrell (actor)
9) Jose rizal (i bet you know him, if you don't hindi ka pinoy)
10) Andres Bonifacio (i bet you know him too. you should :D)

Christmas

   Well, 10 more days and it is the start of the "ber" months. It only means one thing, CHRISTMAS IS NEAR. In this blog i shall list down the things that i love about christmas.

   1) Jesus's birth, of course! He is the most awesome being that ever lived!
   2) Our entire family comes together :D
   3) I get to run around and play with other kids until dawn without getting scolded
   4) I get RICH. Caroling is a must for me every christmas. it is a very fun experience. you don't only get rich(er) but you also make new friends, meet new neighbors, and exercise you vocal chords :P
   5) Lastly, I get to play with fireworks! People say that fireworks are just supposed to be for New Year. but here in the philippines, people tend to use them just at september. fire is the combination of 2 things that i truly love: fire and sparkly colorful lights. THEY ROCK!

   To be honest, i don't really care about the noche buena and the gifts under the christmas tree.
I am not fond of eating. i usually find eating a waste of time :( I also don't care about the presents that i receive from other people. i dont know why. it might mean that i am not materialistic :D

   Time really passes so fast. Next thing you know you are dead. HAHAHAA LOL. i cant wait for christmas!! i love you christmas and i love you jesus.


































   

Charice and botox

   people always stereotype famous people as a caucasian that always where shades and sparkly cocktail dresses. i believe that you do not need to be that beautiful to be adored by millions of people. its your talent that comes.

   charice should realize that the people want her talent and not her looks. and she should also know that she should be proud of her filipina looks. we people are one of a kind. she should just dare to be different and dont mind what other people think of her. she should also realize that she should always be humble in all the things that she achieves.

   i really hate it when tv stations hire actors and actresses just for their looks. but actually, they really suck at acting and they have no talent at all!

   

Worrying

    Ok. This question has been bugging me for months: Why do we all worry about life when we all die in the end anyways?

   Well, we usually worry when we have problems and we fear that we would fail to solve or conquer it. And why do people always say that  "problems will develop you and they will make you stronger"? Yes, problems do make us stronger and they build our character up. But why do we have to make ourselves stronger here when we will all be righteous anyway when we go to heaven? All we need to do is to just accept God, honor Him, and make disciples, right? BAKIT PA KAILANGAN NG MGA EKEKEKEKEKEKEKE? Is it a curse? a magical spell? a data malfunction? maybe our lives are being hacked by alien creatures that wants to take over our world. maybe the aliens are just adding little by little to our problems until we just can't bear the pressure and we just explode or self-destruct. ya know, its kinda like simplifying the job for themselves. They don't need to destroy us cause we might just destroy ourselves. OH MY GULAAAAAYYYY!!!! WHAT AM I THINKING? SOMEBODY SAVE ME FROM THIS MESS! AND I HOPE THAT THIS BLOG WILL NOT GET ME MINUS GRADES OR SOMETHING x_X @_@ T_T