Ang kapal talaga. Ask "her" what their hair color is and she'll say it's dark brown. Haha. Ang galeng. Do I look like I'm color-blind? Tsk. I would have accepted her statement if (1) she dyed her hair dark brown, (2) she had enough European running through their veins to give her her so-called dark brown hair, but this was not the case. She would have been a pure Filipina were it not for her Japanese blood. See, she's pure Asian. Where'd she get the 'natural' dark brown hair?

Just so "she" knows, there are two types of natural black hair in this world. One type is the kind of black that looks a bit violet-ish [whaz dat? sabta nalang ko] when struck by light, while the other turns into a shade brown when sunlight shines through the strands. The first type is simply called black, while the latter is called soft black. You dig? Most Filipinas have soft black hair so please, classmate, don't treat your friends like color-blind idiots. We see, we know you don't have dark brown hair. If you did, well, I wouldn't be doing this, would I? Accept who and what you are, hair color and all. Wag ka nang mangarap ng ka-mestiza-han.

dahil ako nga na may Spanish blood hindi brown ang hair.. .

posted on 8:47 PM
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I read that from a Christian health magazine. It was supposedly explaining why some couples look a bit alike. It said [or somewhat said. I don't remember it exactly, you know]:

People mimic what they find attractive,
sometimes even subconsciously.

At first, I didn't know what to make of it. I thought it was true but I wasn't really that sure. But then, I'd proven it once in my second year as a highschooler in ANHS. I noticed Rezia biting her handkerchief like Alan usually does. Before I saw her do that I already knew she, uhmm.. . liked Alan. She had always been a bit obvious about it, but she was getting really obvious. And so, I concluded that the above fact is in fact a fact.

And, uhmm.. . This is just to make things clear. Just because it looks cute [or attractive, whatever] on someone, doesn't mean it will do the same for you. I've seen wonderful faces ruined by other people's 'attractive' habits.

but i was really flattered by those who copied my lower-lip-biting, hihi. i usually do that when i'm nervous, but, sometimes, i also do it when i'm not. you know, like when i'm bored? i never really thought it looked good on me, so when i got home i stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself biting the left side of my lower lip. hmmm.. . i have to say, i didn't look ugly! haha! but anyway.. . *kilig* samok, bulabog man pud ta.

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posted on 11:32 PM
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Just came back from school. My legs are so tired from walking. House to school to house to school to house! Ano baaah?



When I arrived at ANHS I realized I'd left my report card at home [I'd insterted it in a Robinson's Department Store brochure.] So, I went back home to get it. When I was just about to enter the Science Faculty Room, where Science High students were to enroll themselves, I folded out the brochure I just grabbed off the dining table. And guess what? No report card! I'd grabbed the wrong brochure.

And so, I walked out the main gate and started yet another long walk home. My house isn't really that far from school. In fact, it's actually kind of near. But after walking on San Francisco Street for the third time that day without ever sitting down, it started to feel like miles.

When I reached Building 203, I rushed immediately to the dining table, totally ignoring Nanay's visitor who was having a glass of iced tea in the living room. Impolite, yes, but I was in a hurry so, I'm sorry! I looked at the dining table. There were like twelve or more brochures [which looked a lot alike] resting their glossy paper behinds on the one-fourth inch thick glass! I searched through every Robinson's brochure on the dining table but, since I couldn't find it in any of the brochures on the dining table, my report card was obviously somewhere else.

I was starting to get frustrated. I didn't get it. Questions, both of the necessary and totally unnecessary sorts, came rushing in. Why wasn't my report card in any of the Robinson's brochures on the dining table? Why were there suddenly so many brochures in our house? Who had had such a sudden interest in brochures that was making my search more complicated than it should have been? Why was Nanay's visitor sipping iced tea in front of the electric fan and I wasn't?

I decided to make like Nanay's visitor and cool off for a while. I got myself a glass of cold water and wiped the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. I wanted to sit down so, I went inside Nanay's room where Beben was having her nap [for some reason I did not want to sit down with Nanay's visitor in the living room.]

posted on 8:12 PM
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Aaah! I'm so glad I'm still in the first section! Hello, III - Avogadro!

New classmates, new teachers, . . . I'm really excited about the coming school year! I don't know why, but I feel like God has something special waiting for me this school year. I don't know what it's gonna be. Good or bad, I'm really excited for it! 'Cause I know things will always turn out to be good [if not, great!] in the end.

And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

- Romans 8:28

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