first day blues.

I have fully survived the first day of College. It was pretty fine, starting with a hot day under the scorching sun. hahaa. :) It is now official - I am a college freshie. OMG.

Hello strangers. The first two days here have been quite a BORE. I felt like an outcast amidst the people who were familiar with each other. Try that for a change huh? My brain has decided to shrink to a certain size - peanut size. bleak. bleak. bleak.

I miss my baby brother who ends up being my pure Barbie doll at the end of the day, I miss my sister who I have the full privilege of being an annoying sister and I miss everyone at home. OMG.

Waking up and always smiling? It was a strain, not to mention an act of "politeness". Okay? I ditched my first Math class [12-1 PM], but to my surprise, our teacher ditched us. haha:)

It's kinda crazy but finally, I've made a few friends. :) Wish me luck 'cause I'm gonna need it. (a lot) One by one, the pieces start fitting in together. Say hello to college baby! :]

an insane breakdown.

This is it. It's my last three days at home before school and before I officially become an "official" kolehiyala". lol.

My mind has morphed back into its original state -- a popsicle. It's slowly sinking in the blackhole of memories. Ever since, High School closed its doors at me, I've been slowly eating up the pieces of my rotting brain.

Goo. Definitely nothing else to say but, I am a nervous wreck. I know I'm gonna miss everything about this place. Well, it's not like I'm not coming back but the thought of leaving Ormoc and living in another place; well,it kinda creeps me out. seriously.

I am an immature kid at heart.

I'm not ready to grow up yet: Meet the modern Peter Pans and Tinkerbells.

I can still throw a tantrum like a toddler. Admit I still watch the Disney Channel. I still use safety scissors & cause havoc. Admit I've kept their imaginary friend[s] and still go to the park and play on the slides. I scream about Dinosaurs in the middle of a shopping center. I admit that I still nag my parents for ice-cream money and get hyper because I've had to much sugar. I do finger paint and draw stick people. I still wear colorful clips in their hair, because I really don't care about anyone else's opinion.

See? There are just about a million reasons why I should stay here in this wretched place.[haha] I can't bear the thought of leaving my BEST friends here while I bathe in the sunlight of the place that is, Cebu. I can't bear the thought that I'd have to leave HIM behind.

It's kind of weird how all my life, I've been looking for reasons to leave this place, and now, it's there yet it's the time, I've finally found a reason to stay. There are a million people who have this encounter everyday. It's like you've been waiting in line at a coffee shop surrounded by the stench of Body Odor, and when you're finally at the counter to get your coffee and leave, someone goes into the shop and catches your attention. just like that.

I hate to be stuck in a house with strangers. Hello to strangers for the next four [or five] years of my life to come. Maybe, in time, I'll get to enjoy living there and forget about this "crazy" and odd feelings stuck in my stomach. Two more nights at home and tomorrow, it's the last day I get to go out.

Well, the outbursts of my mind and heart have now been officially published. Wish me luck and I'll get to talk more about life in Cebu.

why girls hate guys. :)

credits to: CandyMag and Marika Mañago

1. YOU'RE INSENSITIVE. We're bawling our eyes out because our dog chewed up our trigonometry homework (it happens!), we've got a huge zit on our nose, and we spotted our crush holding hands with some girl in the mall yesterday! When you come along and spot us all teary-eyed, you do one of the two: a) bolt out of there like you're training for the Olympics, and you're late for practice; or b) ask "Hey, why is your face all red? You allergic to something? Oh, you've got a pimple on your nose!" And then, you laugh your head off.

Guys: We are not intentionally insensitive. We do it because there are times when we're not sure what we're supposed to say. After all, we're not, repeat, NOT mind readers. Tears make us uncomfortable and unsure of ourselves, so rather than say something really dumb, we stick to the things we do best: a) avoid trouble, or b) try to elicit a laugh. Granted, those two approaches have a track record like Scary Spice's solo career, but it's programmed into our systems, so unless we learn a new way of doing things, our skins remain iron-like.

2. YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN GIRLS. At math, sports, driving, video games, and basically just about everything. When you see someone having difficulty parking a car, you say in disbelief; "A guy wouldn't be that stupid!" Then, the dawning of enlightenment shines upon you as you catch the driver's feminine features, "Oh, it's a girl." It's as if we're allowed to make mistakes because we're of the inferior gender. And when we demand to know why you think this way, you just shrug your shoulders and say, "Because it's true.' Oh, help!

Guys: Well, it is true! Just kidding! There are a lot of thing girls do better than boys, like...well, you talk really well. But you have to admit, attitudes are changing. What girls couldn't do before, they're now doing better than most guys. Heck, I know Lisa Leslie could beat me in a game of basketball any time. It's just that doing everything guys do occasionally robs us of the chance to be the classic knights-in-shining-armor. What better excuse is there to make pa-cute� to a girl than to ask if she needs help with her math, sports, driving, etc.? It makes us feel a bit better about our poor selves, so give us a break. Oh, and watch the road!

3. YOU'RE IRRESPONSIBLE. Woe unto the girl who is paired with a boy on a major project! We know what you say when you pick group mates! "Let's work with a girl so we don't have to do anything!" So what happens to us when we're stuck with you guys? We turn into nags (and contrary to what you think, we hate that!): "Don't be late for the meeting!" "Stop fooling around, start, working!" and "Why aren't you doing your share of the work?"

Guys: This is one instance wherein we will freely admit that girls can do a better job than guys. Girls are much better at making presentations and things like that because you're more conscientious. Plus, teachers like it better when they know girls made their report. We'd rather have a job done right than do it ourselves and spoil the whole thing.

4. YOU THINK YOU CAN CHARM YOUR WAY INTO OUR HOMEWORK (OR ANYTHING ELSE!). You're best at this: making pa-cute! With your heads leaning on our shoulders, the brightness of your smiles, all that bola on how we're the prettiest, smartest, and sweetest girls you've ever known. And all because you need our homework, the number of our best friend, or some money. And the sad part is, more often than not, you get away with it. Sigh.

Guys: And that's why we do it: because it works! Seriously, though, would anyone-girl or guy-want to be asked for something in a manner that is more sour than sweet? Besides, girls do this even better. How many times has a guy acquiesced to do a girl's homework or help her study for a test the next day, despite a personal schedule crammed with PS2 sessions and ESPN marathons? A few sweet words and a head leaning on our shoulder, and we're all yours. Don't upset the status quo!

5. YOU THINK OGLING GIRLS IS YOUR GOD-GIVEN RIGHT. As much as you think you were created to help out us damsels in distress, you guys believe that in exchange for your strong arms and sharp wit, you are totally entitled to ogle girls as if we were toys on display. When you talk about a girl, it's all about her body. Maybe one percent will be about her personality, then you revert back to her short skirts and tight shirts.

Guys: Asking us not to look at girls in the aforementioned garb is like asking shoppers not to notice beautiful, tastefully executed store windows. Yes, this sounds terrible, but we do have eyes. But it's really all talk for most of us, since we're more afraid of rejection than anything (except maybe flying cockroaches).