Sunday, April 30, 2006
Felicity-ness and weight loss.
Yesterday we shot at Shangri-La for my debut AVP. I was in my Audrey dress the whole time in full makeup and a tiss. It was really fun! Good thing I didn't bump into anyone I know :P
Ate Keng did my makeup while Felicity did my hair. Hayop naman sa tandem! ;)
Felicity is so hilarious and madaldal! He also did a great job with my hair. He also arrived on the dot since he had to leave an hour later for another appointment. But even if he was under time pressure, he kept on joking and telling us the latest. We also talked about common acquaintances, etc.
Felicity has a problem with names. We've met thrice already but he always forgets my name. "Ikaw yung inayusan namin sa Candy, ano? Ano ulit pangalan mo?", he said on our second encounter. "Hello... Sandali nakalimutan ko na naman pangalan mo," he said yesterday. But now he calls me Audrey. ("Uy, inaantok na si Audrey!" "O, Audrey, galingan mo mamaya!") I love my new nickname ;)
And as he was about to leave, I told him: "Thanks ha! Ang ganda ng hair ko! Sa uulitin!"
"Ay 'neng, ma-boka ka na ha! Dalaga ka na!"
Hehe :P
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Someone tell me how I can lose weight in a month!
I'm 102 lbs now but just two weeks I was two pounds lighter! Must be just that I gained more muscle mass in a week of crazy Weight Training (PE) or I may simply be eating a lot more than I lift! (I refuse to think it's the latter but I honestly eat too much whenever I feel even just a bit hungry!)
Help me... Someone! Anyone!
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
On blog-leave.
Still waiting for DSL to be installed in the new apartment. So for now, I am to spend my summer nights listening to my new Vienne 1900 CD while I finish all those books I've splurged over.
Books, books, and more books. I'm going broke! Yet I'm still eyeing Haruki Murakami's Kafka on the Shore, Mark Haddon's The Talking Horse and the Sad Girl and the Village Under the Sea, and Wei Hui's Shanghai Baby. Good thing I decided to buy that P800+-book, Favorite African Folktales, translated by Nelson Mandela himself.
Books really are love.
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I remember mentioning one time here in my blog that I wanted a copy of the 50 First Dates OST. And just last last week, Val gave me a CD. I wasn't able to listen to it since I was having my CPU fixed that time and we had to go back to Dagupan the next day. When last night I was finally able to listen to it, I was just close to tears when I browsed through each track!
"50 First Daaaaates!"
I love you, Mare! I just wish you could still find a way to go to my debut :(
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Tanya's debut last weekend was... weird. Well, it was really fun being with HS batchmates after a long, long time. It was even exciting to have been allowed to go to Temple with them. But that whole bar experience was really, really weird.
Since I resisted every urge to drink (LENTEN SACRIFICE!), I decided to dance my blues away. But Alv didn't want me to dance. Nyarr. What in the world am I supposed to do in a bar aside from drinking and dancing? It was a total bummer, I tell you. I ended up drawing the centerpiece candle, my empty glass of iced tea, the crumpled pieces of paper in front of my glass, and Alvin's hand holding his beer.
But later on that evening I realized he was right. It had been almost seven years since I last set foot in a bar and I certainly did not know how to manage. Sure, he, Alkaids, and the rest of the boys were there but they didn't want any gulo to happen that night. Fine. Even Jester said he was right. Sige na nga.
Tanya's debut pics in my cam will be posted as soon as we can use our DSL na! If you were there at the party and you happen to have more pics, please send me the link to that album in your Multiply or whatever. Thanks! :)
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I am jinxed for life with Math/Science profs. My Math100 prof this summer just can't give us the breakdown of how our grades will be computed, a decent, non-nosebleed-inducing lecture, and enough motivation to excel in the course. He's also got Meg occasionally doodling his face on my notebook.
Five weeks of torture.
Save me.
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I dropped by the agency I wanted to transfer to already. The staff were really encouraging, I liked how Mama Tony welcomed me. :)
It's not so bad starting from scratch afer all. Now I know more or less what stuff to do and what to avoid. And I'm really glad that this time, the people are a whole lot friendlier and accommodating. Mama Tony also made me feel good about myself earlier.
Thanks for making this happen for me, Prish! :)
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I found myself in a really mature text convo with my mom the other night. It felt great finally being able to realize my mistakes and accepting them, but it was also a big relief that my mom didn't overreact. For once in my life I finally wasn't treated as a kid but as a mature-slash-maturing individual.
I love you, Ma. :)
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For the past few Internet-less days I've been quite productive. Life offline isn't so bad after all. ;)
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CS AKO! :D
Friday, April 14, 2006
Good Friday.
At the height of foreign presence in China, a secret group of rebels called the Boxers led by Empress Dowager organized a violent movement against non-Chinese commercial, political, religious and technological influence in China.
In 1900, when Catholicism was already widespread, the Boxers raided a school and closed all its openings, leaving only the main gate opened. Before the entrance, they laid a crucifix and told the students they would only be able to go home unscathed was to step on that crucifix. One by one, those students, in fear of being shot to death, stepped on the crucifix and they rushed home.
Then there was one young lady who, as she finally got to the crucifix, knelt down and kissed it. And right then and there, she was shot.
The others, who saw this, were angered. They gathered around the crucifix and did what that young lady, who was no longer sprawling on the ground but was already dead, did. And they too were all shot to death.
These school children were some of the Catholic Chinese martyrs canonized last October 2000. Young as they were, they chose to die for what they believed in over playing safe for their future.
Would you have kissed the crucifix?
18 wishes.
What I want for my 18th birthday:
(WISHFUL THINKING. He won't be able to do this anyway. First, he doesn't read my blog often; second, he possibly can't go all the way from where he is to QC; etc.)
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Back with loads of stories to tell.
Finally got my first real 1.00. What subject? Psych 101, beybeh! So I know my Chem and 101 grades. I was really itching to check CRS for my grades, but it just had to be down when I finally got the time to go to a net caf. (No DSL in the new apartment yet. Ho-hum.)
What a relief! I really thought I was just going to get a 1.5!
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I treated three kids to taho this morning after Palm Sunday mass. It felt really good that I got to make three kids happy and I even helped Manong Taho earn more than he was supposed to!
I immediately shared my experience to my mom who replied:
"It's a great mission to be a blessing to at least one person everyday. If only each of us will do the same then this world will be a lot better place to live in."
And maybe she's right.
And that gave me a new reason for living.
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I've been running a lot of errands since Friday! Thank God my parents let the driver stay to take me to all the places I had and have to go!
(FORMAL) DRIVING LESSONS THIS SUMMER. Just can't wait.
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I really, really love my kilay now! It's gone through a major overhaul! Hahahah! Thank you, Jigs (Mayuga)! Your eyebrows do affect your self-esteem, haha! :P
Jigs: Hi, what's your name?
Me: Chesca, and you are?
Jigs: Jigs... Err, Angelina... Angelina Jolie PITT :P
Me: @_@
Neigh(sp?) was also really funny! He kept making faces while fixing my hair since he couldn't decide on how he would style it. Angkuleeet.
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Got a bikini wax today. PAIN-FULL. But it was empowering! (Although I'm having second thoughts about having it done again.)
We're going to a new resort in Labrador, Pangasinan this Tuesday and I just can't wait to wear my new bikini!
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Went to Nina, my Grade 1 best friend's debut last night at Discovery Suites. I'm sorry, puro Pisay people-slash-alumni lang naman. Hahaha. And I ended up being invited by her friend Neil to join the other table na puro ECE, ME, MIS, MBB, Bio lang naman na boys ang andun!
Anyway, I was really touched for being included in her 18 Candles. I didn't really prepare a speech so when it was my turn, I stuttered, muttered a few uhmmms, and well, got a little teary-eyed. Hahah. Oh, the drama of debuts!
Next week, Tanya's debut!
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Enrollment tomorrow then drop by theAgencie after. Another busy day tomorrow.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
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I got my first ever 1.00 in my entire life in... P.E.! :P
Anyway, I was asking for something new in my previous entry. And it came at once. Right when I least expected it.
Thanks for hearing my prayers, Lord. :)
Sana tuluy tuloy na :D
Monday, April 03, 2006
This entry is all about love.
"Ang OC mo pala."
I was surprised at what my debut coordinator Kenny said as she saw me folding my McDo cheeseburger wrapper right after I gobbled it up. And when I told about my parents about it, my dad said he does the same thing.
So I really am my father's daughter.
And now I don't mind. We do share a lot of things in common even if we don't get along most of the time. We're both determined, impatient, ambitious to a fault, philosophical and pilosopo, quite strict with others having to follow rules when we ourselves like bending 'em... and just tonight, he passed on another one of his traits to me, his daughter (who he treats like a son!): THE LOVE FOR EXOTIC FOOD. We had adobong sawa, crickets in tomato, sizzling unbeheaded pugo, and fried palaka for dinner. (My mom just had to give up and didn't bother to try the crickets!)
And then I told him how I seemed to follow his footsteps. We both slacked off in elementary, delivered valedictory speeches in high school, and now I feel mediocre again in college, just like he did. But he told me not to and to instead try harder since I lived a more comfortable life than he did when he was in college.
Even if sometimes we end up arguing, I've always looked forward to conversations with my dad. Aside from always learning something new, I end up learning a bit more about myself through him.
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I love my college friends. They gamely donned vintage lacy tops and made impromptu speeches in front of the camera for the AVP of my 18 Treasures even if it was really something out of character. I know it took a lot for them to actually do that, and I was deeply touched by how they always said, "Anything for you, Chesca!Ü
I was also touched when Kenny told me that Clauds was nervous during the shoot. Aww, Clauds! Love kitaaa! Also when Shobe said in a spaghetti top, "Ikaw lang makakapagsuot sa akin nito!" And when Marielle helped throw leaves at me for a scene in my AVP.
Guys, it really meant a lot to me. I'm glad to have met you all. Believe me, UP life just wouldn't be the same without you! Thank you for being there, always on time. I really, really love you, friends. :)
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Watched the first-ever National Cheerleading Competition with Karen earlier at Coliseum. Poveda was great! UP was great too! UP FIGHT! :D
And somewhere in the middle of the program, we began sharing about our ballerina frustrations. And I confessed I've always wanted to try being a member of the pep squad, but Sir Samson wouldn't allow Joanna and me to be excused from his classes.
I'll miss my cheerleading days with Karen and JE. (Although I can't help rejoicing that subject's finally over!)
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I'm meeting up with SLGP tomorrow to plan a trip to Baguio soon to celebrate the birthdays of Yani, Cony, Sette, Les, Juds, and Joe.
And while waiting for them, maybe I'll hang out at Kicaco, have some coffee, and just play with my sketchpad once more. :)
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Just finished reading Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho. My online friend Mariz recommended it months ago but it was only yesterday that I really had the time to read!
The book was so inspiring. Erotic, yes, but inspiring. I like the idea that you can make love without actually having sex. And that thing about sex being the only way those beings, a man and a woman in one body but with both genitals and different heads who were separated by the envious Zeus, tried to connect and find their pair. It really made sense, you know.
Love doesn't just last eleven minutes. Love lasts all those minutes you'll live, together or apart, for the rest of your life/lives.
