Trick or Treat

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Look at the movies at Cinemax. Boo!

Perfect for Holloween. One hell of an experience.

I would want to spend a night like this at friend's house.

We'll turn ourselves into a total couch potato. Movies like these

will hunt me for a long time if I let myself watch them though.

"Do one thing everyday that scares you!"

-The Sunscreen Song

Happy Halloween!

"Wish Piece by Yoko Ono (1996)

Make a wish

Write it down on a piece of paper
Fold it and tie it around a branch of a Wish Tree
Ask your friends to do the same
Keep wishing
Until the branches are covered with wishes

Fuck Yeah, Brandon Boyd!

Let's Go sa Binondo

I was not really into food tripping.

But I discovered there's more to food trip than meets the eye.. or should I say, there's more to food tripping than eating the food.

Let's Go sa Binondo: To see the Binondo Church. To go to the country's China town. And to eat authentic Chinese foods.

I've been wanting to go to Binondo. I've been asking my friend Mae to go with me. I feel like there's something exciting and special about the place. I even have this thought of moving to Binondo to maybe learn to speak Chinese. The thing is, most of the Chinese there speak Fukien not the widely spread Mandarin.

Yesterday, I finally got to visit Binondo again after many many years. I was with my dad and we ate at a Chinese restaurant.

A typical street in Binondo

Filipino - Chinese Friendship Arch

One of many Kalesa in Manila

The Binondo Church


233-235 Dasmarinas St.
corner Yuchengco St., Binondo Manila


Ying-Ying's Menu
Cold Green Tea


Siopao and Siomai
Dumplings and hot tea

Savory beef curry and a bowl of rice
That's my dad having Spicy Chicken Mami

A Fine Frenzy

Skateboard
Originally uploaded by Nicolas Giraud

Don't know what to do anymore
I've lost the only love worth fighting for
And I'll drown in my tears, don't they see?
And that would show you, that would make you hurt like me

All the same I don't want mudslinging games
It's just a shame to let you walk away

Don't know if our fate's already sealed
This days are spinning circus on a wheel
And I'm ill with the thought of your kiss
Coffee laced intoxicating on her lips

Shut it out, I've got no claim on you now
Not allowed to wear your freedom down, no

And I'll tear myself away
So if its that is what you need, there is nothing left to say but

Is there a chance, a fragment of light
At the end of the tunnel, a reason to fight?
Is there a chance you may change your mind
Or are we ashes and wine?

The day's still ashes and wine
Or are we ashes?

1:11

Speaking of cheating..

I even laughed at myself after getting this low score. I purposely kept this sheet of paper. For this paper shows how honest I am.

Don't look down on me..

Because I get high scores as well from time to time. I don't remember studying. I don't study. I never like to study.

Getting a score like this one would probably mean that miracles do happen. I don't mean like God has sent me his Angels from heaven to whisper on my ears the right answers.

The only days I remember mostly giving much time to study was during my 2nd year in High School for Biology subject and it repeated again when I was taking up Biology in college for General Biology class.

From my 2nd year of college, in BA Communication, up to my 4th year I sat between these two boys. Name listed below. (Click the image for larger view.)

Sitting beside my left side was Brian, a Magna Cum Laude. TJ, a Cum Laude, was sitiing to my right side. Not once I have cheated. Not once I copied their answer.

But yes, there were times I got to see their answers. But I always get frustrated after getting a glance of it. Because I could compare my answer, and it's frustrating to know in advance that my answers were wrong. When our answers are alike then I'm lucky.

Sitting between them never made me cover my answers during an exam or a quiz. Because I trust them.

But let me tell you this.. I used to cheat. Back when I was in high school I was not a master of cheating but I cheated. Master of cheating, cheated a little -- what's the difference? What happened in Vegas, stays in Vegas. So I left the my cheating in high school when I went to college.

Yeah, I used to write down notes on a tiny piece of paper. Sometimes the reviewer itself becomes instant kodigo. I have written down on my hand and on my table. I used to sit on my notebook during quizzes. I was not the worst cheater. Because I was never caught.

But all these is a waste of time.

Waste of time getting the notebook and looking for the answer in the notebook. Waste of time figuring out what you have written down on your table. Waste of time searching for the right answers on your "reviewer." Waste of time getting a high score when in fact you didn't understand the lesson and you didn't know hardly at all.

Honor and Excellence: "If it's not you, who will do it?"

Judge Me Na Lang: Katas ng Saudi

Sa Korean na mga drama laging may umaalis para mag-aral abroad. Tapos pagbalik nila edukado at mataas na ang posisyon sa lipunan. O kaya'y may successful na tao galing ibang bansa na magbabalik sa Korea.

Sa Pilipino, kahit minsan walang umalis para mangibang bansa para mag-aral at para bumalik sa bansa na isang edukado.

AH! Tama, may mga nangibang bansa pala yung mga OFW. At syempre, bumabalik sila sa Pilipinas.

Pero teka, e hindi naman totoo yung mga ipinapalabas na istorya sa sa telebisyon o pelikula ah. Kathang isip lamang ito ng mga manunulat sa humuhugot ng kuwento sa kung saan-saang mga pangyayari, inspirasyon o imahinasyon.

Ibig sabihin ba'y natural o likas lamang na nakapako na ang pagiging trabrahador ng mga Pilipino kahit sa palabas sa TV o sine lamang?

Ibig sabihin ba'y walang nangarap o may manunulat na bukas ang isip na ang karakter niya sa kanyang istorya ay isang Pilipinong may mataas na langarin upang umunlad sa sariling kapakanan at maka-ambag sa kanyang sariling naghihikahos na bansa?

Ibig sabihin ba nito'y malabo na ang isang Pilipinong nasa ibang bansa ay succesful na businessman o isang napakatalinong iskolar.

Bakit? Dahil ba ang istoryang mga gaya nito ay di makatotohanan?

Shame!

Ang isang pelikula o palabas sa telebisyon ay tunay nga na siyang naglalarawan kung ano tayo ibang isang tao, bilang lipunan o bilang isang bansa. Nagsasalamin din ang mga istoryang isinulat kung ano ang naaabot ng kaisipan ng isang indibidwal, kung hindi niya kayang isipin na ang kanyang karakter ay may mataas na pangarap, o may magandang kinabukasn 'yon marahil ay dahil sa kahit minsan hindi pumasok sa kanyang kaisipan na ito'y posible. Dahil sa ang mga istorya ay likhang isip lamang at maaaring tumalakay sa lihis na kung ano ang katotohanang nangyayari sa buhay, bakit walang gumagawa nito? Bakit puros mang-gagawa o utusan ang mga ginagampanan ng Pilipino sa mga pelikula natin?

Oh tama, hindi naman lahat ng Pilipinong pelikula na nasa ibang bansa ay OFW.

source: Pinoy Exhange

May mga bakasyonista din naman pala na nasa Santorini, Greece tulad sa For The First Time.

Tapos eto na...

source: WikiFilipino

Milan na Domestic Helper si Claudine at illegal pa ang pag-pasok ni Piolo sa Italy.

source: avistaz

Si ate Shawie sa London, England na isang.. well, ayun sa pamagat -- Caregiver.

source: pinayads

Ayan pa si Bea Alonzo na isang front desk officer, hindi ba pwedeng gawing siya ay yung may-ari nung kumpanyang pinagtatrabahuhan niya?

source: PinoyExchange

Yeah, Dubai.. yeah.

Takte, ang dami pala kasi meron pa akong mga nai-isip na hindi ko na lang isasama sa lista. Yung Anak ni Vilma Santos, yung pelikula ni Jinggoy na ang pamagat ay Katas ng Saudi!!! Hindi kaya ang mga ganitong klase ng pelikula ay nagreresulta na sa kaisipan ng bawat Pilipino na paunti-unti niyang natatanggap na kung siya ay mangingibang bansa ang mga posibilidad ay ganito ang kanyang magiging trabaho.

Wala tayong naging ang karakter ay doktor sa ibang bansa, wala tayong inventor sa ibang bansa, wala tayong abogado man lang kuwari sa ibang bansa. Walang katulad ni Jose Rizal na naging isang mag-aaral sa ibang bansa. Ang daming propesyon na pwedeng isa-pelikula ng mga Pilipino. Pero wala. Walang naglalakas ng loob na isa pelikula ito.
Dahil ba patok sa mga manonood ay ang istorya ng tunay na buhay?
Dahil ba ayaw ng producers ang ganung klase nang karakter sa pelikula niya?
O dahil sa katotohanang hindi tayo likas na mataas ang katungkulan kapag tayo'y nasa ibang bansa na.

Kahit sa pelikula na nga lang hindi pa, hindi pa magawang makatotohanan.

a missing piece that will surely not be missed.

Sent:
10:39:21pm
06/07/2003
hi bby! i now na pgod ka

pro ng-aala2 ako pra sau bkt

ka solo ha bka kng no mngyari

sau pahinga ka mbuti bka

mgkasakt ka d ng rn ako

mka2log isip dn kta mis u ---

Sent:
01:08:38pm
05-07-2003
Hi! Muzta na u ha? Miz na kta

ko mis mo? Lm mo miss cll ko

nna ung landline nmin sori ha

la pa me lod ngaun e nkkitxt lng ko

sa cel ko na lng ka rply ha miz u

luv u lm mo exite me sa wed kc

bbstedn mo na ko e

luv u mizz............u ---

Sent:
10:48:16am
06/07/2003
hi bby muzta ka na? lm mo

d me mkatlog kc guilty ako

sa UTUL KO to skn ka na lng

mg txt ha luv u ingat ka wag

ka magpapagod ha luv u -----

Sent:
07:22:44pm
19/07/2003
Hi muzta ma uha? sori kng d

kta pnapnsn kc nhi2ya lng ako

sa mga kgagohang gnwa ko sau e

sori sna d na lang kta nligwn

d nman ako mrunong mgdala

ng relasion e

Sent:
08:59:59pm
07/07/2003
Spag nman ng bby ko , ako rn

nman e d ppnta sa skul miz u

2lg na ko ha pti ikw uwi ka ng

d lsing ha luv u!

Once upon a time... I fell. And when I stood up, I have learned the lessons of love. Suuh-weet.

But before the lessons were presented, there were so many craziness that happened first which I'm about to tell you now. I'll only share the brief of it! I haven't shared this story to anyone for the longest time. Damn.

It all started like this:

My friend Jackilyn was my seatmate during 3rd year in high school. She was going crazy for this guy who's classroom was just right in front of our room. One time while our class was going on, we were trying to look for her guy inside that room. We tried to communicate with this other guy, a classmate of the Jackilyn's guy, who was standing at their classroom's door. I wrote down a message at the back of my notebook asking if the guy we were looking for was already in there. He shook his head. So we continue to exchange "signs" using my ballpen & notebook and his head nods. My friend and I found this guy cute so I wrote down this message and let him read it: YOU'RE CUTE. Next thing we know, we were already friends. And we were already exchanging numbers. And we were already liking each other. Well, that's what I thought.

A little fast forward.

He was running for the school council. I supported him. I voted for him and him only, though I had to fill out 5 councilors. But only I wrote down his name five times without voting other names. Absurd, it was still counted as just 0one vote. Then it was the Acquaintance Party all of a sudden. We talked. We danced. Yes, I used to dance. Silly. I was soo happy.

A week after I met him I said yes.

And a week after that, we broke up.

Why?

Well one of the reasons was he calls my friend's house, not to talk to me, but to chat with her.

They were textmates, without me knowing about it.

And because.. He wasn't just that really into me.

We both decided and remained friends that time. Like most immatures do.

Today.. I considered him as a part of me. A part of my past you can say. A puzzle piece that completed me. He's a lesson a girl should learn. Of course, a girl should let herself fall first. And by the time she stood up, she should remember the lesson that was presented to her. She has to let go and move on forward.

If it wasn't for this guy, I wouldn't know who's a player and who's for keeps.

I'm not the Little Prince so I won't ask you to draw me a sheep.

But would you draw a pig? Or a house??

I just wish I could draw. Of course I can. But my drawings are hideous. Painting is reaching for the stars, I just truly wish I could draw.

I have found this site two or more years ago drawapig.com. The pig you will draw will reflect your personality. Isn't that exciting? Naah, of course not. You'll probably visit the site because you are bored or something.

I don't know if there are people who never get to draw something when they get bored. Drawing something is popular during school days. It's when the class gets boring because of the boring discussion of a boring lecture by a boring teacher. You start to look for blank space in your notebook, mostly drawings happen at the back of your notebook where all the clean spaces are there. What to draw then? Random drawings I guess.

Like an anime character like

Hanamichi Sakuragi of Slum Dunk!

This anime television show was a hit. It was hilarious.
Very funny show. Really stupid. A high school seatmate
drew this.

Or maybe the boring class will be a little more fun if
we try to draw the boring teacher himself!

My seatmate drew this. He drew our Professor

while he was up front talking to class.

My classmate and I were giggling on our seats

when our professor looked us at and he said,

"Tawa kayo dyan ha. Mamaya pinipinta niyo na pala ako."

Wahahhhhahahhahhahha. We couldn't burst into laughter

after he said the exact thing we were doing.

Surprisingly, I didn't know people would actually draw

something when they are at work! Not unless maybe they are artist?

A graphic artist perhaps? Maybe. Or maybe they are just also bored working!

I wonder what was my officemate was thinking

when he was drawing this monster --

oh, sorry.. what was that? Oh that's a man.

Yes, it's a man. It look more like a monster to me.

Presenting......
A drawing myself did... TAAAAH-DAAAAAHHH

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I kinda remember drawing this. As you can see it's an alien.
Maybe it's a young little female alien. Why would I draw an alien?
I don't know, I don't remember why. Maybe because I was bored like hell.
It was our Literature class I think. The most exciting class!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lie.

You enjoyed drawing the pig, didn't you? Now, draw a house. Enjoy!

MY EMO-RTAL

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

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I'm never satisfied

hearing the "I'm sorry."

What I want to hear is

"I'm suffering."

I was cruel.

I was a bitch.

I was a monster.

He was an innocent boy.

He was a happy boy.

He was a good boy.

Karma. Cursed. Pay.

I heard from him directly

he didn't know what to do.

He wanted to cry.

That's why I've never looked back from that point onwards.

My jaw dropped when I read the things I have written down seven years ago.

Alam kong matagal na pero hindi ako makapaniwala na ang sama kong tao. Bilang isang tao hindi ko dapat nagawa yung mga bagay na nagawa ko sa kanya.

It's bothering me today big time!

5403248? Yup, I dialled the number because "do one thing every day that scares you." My heart was pounding as I was hearing the ring on the other line. I didn't know what I was going to say if in case he answers the phone. I'll have to have a very good reason as to why I was calling late at night or as to why I was looking for him if he answers the phone.

Three more rings. Two. One.

No answer. I hung up.

Not many people realize that yesterday is as important as tomorrow. But the most important of all is now. If I didn't give a shot to call the number I will have to wait until tomorrow. When tomorrow arrives. I may have lost my courage to call the number and let it go. Which is wrong.

I guess, I'll have to try calling the number tomorrow.

Yes he tried hurting me back after what I did. He kinda lost the respect at some point. I ignored it. I ignored him. He never deserve all of these.

I couldn't encode what I have written down on my 2003 calender because the words are so small it's a a pain reading them. I couldn't even read some of the sentences.

I couldn't encode them or rewrite them again because; I hated how cruel I was to those people who actually cared for me, how crazy I was for people who was not worth to play a part of my life. Well, without them I wouldn't be here by now writing this letter down.

It's hurt me so much to have hurt so many people. Was I even on drugs during those times? Was I under the influence of alcohol or something?

Did I hurt him so much? Yes.

Did he hate me for it? He should.

What kills me is that I feel like it all just happened recently the fact that it all happened seven years ago. And it was over a year ago the last time I saw him.

He was a boy.

She was a girl.

Can I make it any more obvious?

He wanted her.

She never tell.

Secretly she wanted him as well.

He was a skaterboi.

She said, "See you later, boy."

He wasn't good enough for her.

Too bad that she didn't see,

she didn't see the man that boy could be.

There is more than meet the eye.

She didn't see his soul that is inside.

Feeling ko 'pag hindi ako nagsasalita, ang tingin sa akin wala akong konsenyang tao.

At feeling ko din kung magsasalita naman ako ng nararamdaman ko -- nangongonsensya ako ng ibang tao.

Did I ever think of using him as the rebound guy? No. I didn't. I wasn't even aware that there's such a thing.

I liked him then.

But why all of a sudden I broke up with him? I have no idea. Maybe because of PMS? Lie. Because I exactly do know why.

-Because he was not being careful. He let a camera slipped out of his hands and dropped it.

-Because he was a coward. He's always paranoid of bystanders everywhere, anywhere.

Wow, two reasons? TWO FUCKING HORRIBLE REASONS. Was I even perfect? Unbelievable. Or maybe..

-Because I was not over with the last boy yet.

Ha! There I said it.

Maybe by analyzing everything now and dissecting everything that I did and said would set me free. Maybe. But this isn't an excuse for all the things I have done for him.

I feel horrible. What I did was ruthless.

It took me seven years to figure all this out? Seven!

He was what he was and I hated it? Absurd.

So today, do I.. What do I do?

I want him to know that..

>I liked him. I did. I really liked him. I still do. There's still a part of me that will always like him.

>He was never been bad towards me. Until he realized how much pain I've caused him and how much I have hurt him. Today it's different. I'm not saying he's bad with me but.. after what I did, what can I expect, right? It's just fair.

>I was an idiot. I was irrational. I was.. I created an emo out of him. I could be wrong about this, I'm not sure.

>I want him to know that I have changed through the years. I realized how bad I was. And I believed he has changed a lot too.

>I have realized what I have done and all the consequences along with it.

Gusto kong malaman niya

na malaki ang nagawa

kong pagkakamali.

And I'm suffering.

I cannot move on without knowing he has moved on.

I cannot bare it if if he hates me,

if he hates all the past.

And I'll never be able to move on if

he is a guy full of hate of this world.

Then, I will forever be suffering.

Today, I would just like to know if..

he forgot all the pain,

he completely moved on,

and if he is a happy person of today.

If it's yes..

then I'm relieved.

And I can say..

I'm free from suffering.

Do you hear me?

I'm talking to you. Since the person I would wanna talk to won't bother to talk to me. I'm writing this because he's here. Please lend me your eyes and read. What I really would like to say is.. please lend me your ears and listen.

Dear You,

I liked you. And I like you still. Time passed by and..

Bakit ba kailangan pang..

Ano 'tong ginagawa ko??

Tsk. Nagsimula lahat sa.. nahanap at nakita kita muli dito sa facebook. Ba't ba nag-facebook ka pa? Pero bakit din ba hinanap pa kita, di ba?

Bakit naabutan mo pa akong naka-online at bakit ba kinamusta mo pa ako?

Tsk. Bakit ba naghiwalay pa kayo. At bakit tuloy-tuloy pa ang paglalagay mo sa wall ng mga status na tumutukoy sa sitwasyon mo. Mga messages na para sa kanya at mga nararamdaman mo.

Tsk. Bakit ba naglagay pa ako ng mga kanta ni Avril. At bakit kailangan ko pang marinig ulit yung putang inang Sk8er Boi na 'un. At bakit kailangan ko pang-maintindihan yung lyrics ng buo. Basahin mo: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/avrillavigne/sk8erboi.html sakto.

Tsk. Bakit ba kailangan ko pang-mapanood yung Hoarders sa Bio. at naisipang buksan ulit yung lalagyan ko ng mga bagay na.. Basta. At bakit kailangan ko pang-mabasa yung mga nasulat ko sa sulatan ko kung anu-ano yung mga nangyari noon.

Tsk.

...

So, how are you?

10.10.10 10:10

I swear, I witnessed this date and time. No, I wasn't waiting for it. But the thing was, the time changed to 10.11 after the whole 10.10.10 10:10 sunk in my head. I wonder if my wish made it on time. Hmm..

IS-J73 Model dont read SD Card

RE: IS-J73 Model dont read SD Card

Saturday, October 9, 2010 14:15:01

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To:	clarice -------- <----------------@yahoo.com>

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Dear Friend,

Thank you for choosing iSmart. The J73 will read SD Card.

Please check below things

1- Make sure your SD card read with other device

2- Make sure your SD card contains valid file format such as MP3, AVI, ASF, 3GP or JPG ect

3- Make sure you have changed the workplace memory in to SD Card, for this you can go to Tool>Memory

the current workplace is 2GB buitlin memory. You can change the workplace in to SD memory here.

Please let me know the result

Regards

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Subject: IS-J73 Model dont read SD Card

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