I had to get that one off my chest. It’s a nagging feeling that I just had to say
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So anyway. Tomorrow’s my father’s birthday and I still don’t have anything to give him. I spent a lot for his gift last father’s day and now I haven’t saved enough for his birthday. Will it be valid if I tell them I don’t have enough money to buy him a present?
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I hate the cold. My knees are aching. Rheumatism at an early age ‘aint a joke guys. The cracking bones and the feeling as if my joints are dislocated are bothering me.
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I have a quiz tomorrow and I haven’t started studying. So I will keep this post short (and a bit nonsense as you can see) since I need to focus on studying. Ciao.
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I have to get this off my chest…
I MISS HIM.
hahahaha… emo moment lang. Nasobrahan ata ako ng kain eh.
‘The King of Pop has died’. This had been the headline of newspapers 3 days ago.
It was unexpected. Michael Jackson embraced death’s arms at an early age of 50. The whole world is mourning over the demise of the legendary King of Pop.
His death means a great loss to the music industry. His sensational hits will always be remembered, as well as his great fashion sense (oyeah. The bitin* pants, white socks and black shoes) and unforgettable dance moves. We can compare his popularity with John Lennon and Elvis Presley, who are legendary in the music industry.
Everyone is paying tribute to MJ — impersonators performing his signature dance moves, fans even going to the extent of making san sculpture in his memory, and even the media is paying its last respects to the King of Pop. There are the 24-hour music video marathon, celebrities performing his songs and television shows featuring the life and death of the one and only, Michael Jackson.
But wasn’t there a time when media gorged on his misery? Wasn’t his face all over the television when he was reportedly molesting children? He was even constantly mocked and ridiculed in movies and spoof shows where comedians impersonate his fashion sense, rotting nose, white skin and his almost skeleton-like face which cracks the audience up?
Media builds people, but it can also destroy them. One day your famous, the next you are surrounded with controversies and issues. Like a tiger hunting for its prey, it will scrutinize you and watch your every move. And when it finally sees a chance to make its move, it will pounce on you leaving you helpless and on its mercy.
Hand-painted ceramic tiles make homes cozy and sophisticated at an expensive price because making one usually involves much hard work. They are nicer to look at compared to those which are factory made and aside from their eye-catching designs and colors, each set is unique and one of a kind. So now I’m thinking when I can afford to buy or build my own dream house, I’ll order a personalized set of ceramic tiles for my bathroom — with my face on it. LOL. Being the vain and narcissistic person that I am, I think it is just right for my home… Kidding!
I really have no idea what it is all about. I’m still a student, so expect that i’m an ignoramus when it comes to insurance, property investment, foreign exchange, and terms that i don’t usually encounter in the college of engineering. Hopefully when I graduate, i’ll be able to understand these things — so i won’t look like a drooling Patrick Star when people talk about these stuff.
I went to a shopping spree last week which left me broke. I went to the mall to buy my father a present and spending money on clothes wasn’t really a part of the plan. I used my atm card to pay for my bill and almost fainted when I saw how much money was left in my account.
Clothes and shoes were on sale. Hindi ako magkanda-ugaga where to go first. So I decided to look for clothes first since I needed a new pair of pants. After trying on at least half a dozen pair of pants, I decided to give it up. All of them were bitin. That’s the crappy part of being tall — huge feet, long legs and WIDE HIPS. Damn. When I was about to go the shoe section of Landmark, I saw this cute, cut-off pants in Bench that was on sale, and I picked a white sleeveless top on my way to the fitting room. THE PANTS FIT PERFECTLY! Well… it’s a bit tight on the hips but it’s still okay (damn my genes).
I was almost tempted to buy a pair of high heels that were my size but when I started to think of my naghihikaos na bank account, I backed out immediately.
There. I need lots and lots of willpower to resist the temptation of SHOPPING. Or I should just avoid hanging out at the mall…
Taken From Michael Jackson, `King of Pop,’ dead at 50 - omg! news on Yahoo!
LOS ANGELES - Michael Jackson, the “King of Pop” who once moonwalked above the music world, died Thursday as he prepared for a comeback bid to vanquish nightmare years of sexual scandal and financial calamity. He was 50.
Jackson died at UCLA Medical Center after being stricken at his rented home in Holmby Hills. Paramedics tried to resuscitate him at his home for nearly three-quarters of an hour, then rushed him to the hospital, where doctors continued to work on him.
“It is believed he suffered cardiac arrest in his home. However, the cause of his death is unknown until results of the autopsy are known,” his brother Jermaine said. Police said they were investigating, standard procedure in high-profile cases.
Jackson’s death brought a tragic end to a long, bizarre, sometimes farcical decline from his peak in the 1980s, when he was popular music’s premier all-around performer, a uniter of black and white music who shattered the race barrier on MTV, dominated the charts and dazzled even more on stage.
His 1982 album “Thriller” which included the blockbuster hits “Beat It,” “Billie Jean” and “Thriller” is the best-selling album of all time, with an estimated 50 million copies sold worldwide.
At the time of his death, Jackson was rehearsing hard for what was to be his greatest comeback: He was scheduled for an unprecedented 50 shows at a London arena, with the first set for July 13.
As word of his death spread, MTV switched its programming to play videos from Jackson’s heyday. Radio stations began playing marathons of his hits. Hundreds of people gathered outside the hospital. In New York’s Times Square, a low groan went up in the crowd when a screen flashed that Jackson had died, and people began relaying the news to friends by cell phone.
“No joke. King of Pop is no more. Wow,” Michael Harris, 36, of New York City, read from a text message a friend had sent him. “It’s like when Kennedy was assassinated. I will always remember being in Times Square when Michael Jackson died.”
What’s keeping me happy? My pamangkin. I wish San Pedro was only a jeepney ride away from UP (so I could go home everyday).
Smart kid. He knows what to do to make me smile. =)
By the way, he’s turning 1 this July 19. Ang bilis ng panahon. Tumatanda na din ako. *sob*
I decided not to go to the movie date with clubbers last night, so I asked my orgmate for a refund. When he asked me why I was canceling, I simply told him I just didn’t feel like going out. He told me, “Okay lang yan. Baka hindi ka lang talaga masaya kaya ayaw mo sumama.” It was a HARD, bitch slap on the face and I was speechless but I still managed to give him a weak smile.
It’s true. I’ve been unhappy this past few days and I try to cover it up by finding things to do to keep me preoccupied. I’m trying to push unhappy thoughts to the back of my mind so that I can move on with my life… Every moment of tranquility is treasured.
I don’t want to be a nuisance to my friends — I don’t want to pester them with my problems knowing that they have their own issues to think of. Still, I wish they would be a wee bit more sensitive. You know. Where they can figure out that something’s bothering me even when I don’t tell them.
So there’s my unhappy life. Hurrah for misery! Hurrah for the extra pounds that I managed to shed.
I wish I could find something happy to blog about. I’m sorry guys for the gloomy blog posts recently. Will write happy thoughts as soon as I recover from this. =)
Taken From sidetracked - Girl dies Tweeting in the tub
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Girl dies Tweeting in the tub
By Christopher Null
People, people, people. Web 2.0 can do a lot of things, but it doesn’t change the laws of physics, particularly in regards to the transmission of electricity.
To wit: A teenage girl was discovered dead this weekend, electrocuted after dropping her laptop in the bathtub.
Why did she need a computer in the tub? So she could update Twitter. About what she was tweeting remains unclear, but it was hopefully something more meaningful than the soap she was using.
Maria Barbu, 17, of Brasov, Romania, is said to have been plugging her laptop into wall current at the time, after “the battery died during a long session on social networking site Twitter as she took a soak.”
Additional details are lacking, and are unlikely to be forthcoming anytime soon. And it’s unclear whether the laptop slipped from her hands or if she was so wet that the water dripping off of her closed the circuit and caused the shock.
Either way, any technology user should know by now that computers and bathrooms simply don’t mix. (If you aren’t worried about electrocution, think of the germs, won’t you?) While GFCI circuits were designed to prevent tragedies such as the all-too-common hair-dryer-in-the-tub accident, they aren’t perfect, and they aren’t universal, especially overseas.
And seriously, can’t Twitter wait until you get out of the bathtub?
You love someone not because you want them to love you too… But rather you love them simply because you found no reason not to.
I have every reason to hate him and I have every reason to stop loving him. Maybe it’s stupidity that keeps me hanging on… Or maybe… Just maybe… I haven’t stopped believing that one day; everything’s going to be okay. The time will come when he’ll be ready and I’m still here, waiting.
Pichu would be gone from me for 2 – 3 weeks. It’s a sacrifice I need to do to have it fixed while it’s still under warranty.
I don’t know how I’ll survive without my laptop. Almost all of my subject relies on the internet for the distribution of the lecture notes. And, it’ll be much cheaper too if I have my laptop, since I don’t have to print out the slides.
So I guess I’ll blog less for the mean time. I’ll be online every once in a while. Haaaaay.
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I don’t think there are any RV parks in the Philippines — i don’t even know anyone who owns an RV. wouldn’t it be cool to go on a roadtrip if you own one? Camping out, and fully booked hotels won’t be a problem anymore. You can even spend your whole life travelling!
Just rest for a moment. It’s OK. Yes, things are crazy, yes, the world is going nuts. Yet, deep underneath the stormy waves, there, in the core of your being, there is pure silence, pure love. And … it’s … just … OK.
Let me start this blog post with a joke.
Q. May 2 universities lang sa buong Pilipinas. Anu-ano ang mga ito?
A. UP and Others
Q. May 2 colleges lang sa UP. Ano naman ang mga ito?
A. ENGINEERING and others
See the conceitedness of engineering students? LOL.
So anyway. I am now falling even MORE in love with my course. The professors in the MMM department are more accommodating and encouraging than my previous professors in IE subjects.
What made me interested in Metallurgical Engineering? The fact that I can earn big when I graduate — that keeps me motivated to do my best to graduate ASAP. I am done with (almost) floating subjects and left only with majors to graduate. The only thing that I can’t imagine right now, is how I’ll manage to work in a far, far, inaccessible workplace. But that’s like what, a year and a half from now? Too early to make plans. =))
Sometimes, the only thing that people see is WHAT you did.
When in fact they should be looking at WHY you did it.
Nakakasawa na binbrand ako sa College of Engineering bilang ‘JI ung girlfriend nung Tau Alpha’.
Alam kong hindi ako dapat nagrarant ng ganito. Pero kasi nakakapagod mag explain sa mga taong nagtatanong sakin at nagsasawa na din akong marinig ang ganung term para sa pangalang BERN.
Una sa lahat, HINDI NA PO KAMI. Isang taon na. Nakikita niyo man kaming magkasama, yun ay bilang magkaibigan na lang o kaya dahil nangulit siya. Ngayong summer, may dahilan na naman siya para makasama ako. Unfortunately kasi, classmates kami sa isang subject. OKAY?
Pangalawa, may sarili po akong identity. Hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit sa kaniya lang ako naaassociate. May sarili akong buhay. Hindi sa kaniya umiikot ang mundo ko.
Pangatlo, kung sakali mang may branding nga na nagaganap, pwede bang ibahin naman ang pagkakakilala sakin? Pwede namang si Bern na clubber o kaya Bern na Deltan? There are n ways na pwede akong ibrand aside sa ‘GF nung Tau Alpha.’
I don’t owe anybody any explanations pero nakakapagod na kasi na ganun tingin sakin ng mga tao. You’re probably wondering kung ano nagtrigger para migrant ako ng ganito… Sabi kasi ng board mate ko na ‘JI NA GF NUNG TAU ALPHA’ ang pagkakakilala sa akin ng president ng ACES. Argh.
Malamang pag may nakabasa nito, ang maiisip nila kasalanan ko kaya ganito iniisip ng mga tao. Iniisip nila bakit nga ba nakikita pa din kaming magkasama kahit hindi na kami. Hindi niyo alam ang buong nangyari. Hindi ninyo maiintindihan kung bakit ako pumapayag na ganun pa din ang mangyari. May mga taong sadyang makulit. At minsan, sa sobrang kakulitan, wala ka ng choice kundi bumigay na lang. Wala ka ng magawa. WALA KA NG CHOICE. Kung kayo nasa lugar ko, maiintindihan niyo sinasabi ko. Sino nga ba naman kasi ang may gusto na makita ang taong pinagkait ang kaligayahan mo sayo??! Yung tipong kada makikita mo siya, gusto mo siyang sisihin sa lahat ng nangyari sayo. Siya ang tipo ng taong mababa ang EQ. Kahit ilang beses mo na iexplain at ulit-ulitin sa kaniya na iba na gusto mo, anjan pa din siya nangungulit sayo. Humingi ka na ng space mo, pero hindi niya binigay. NAKAKAFRUSTRATE. NAKAKAINIS.
Mas clearer pics of my bruises.
Can’t wear sleeveless for the meantime. I look like I was battered and abused.