A SCOOP OF SPAGHETTI

i have always been fond of "writing" eversince i was a kid.i remember being one of the humor and leisure writer in our elementary days. i created puzzles for young minds and little write-ups about this and that..and i believe, since then that i had tiny-eetsy-beetsy spark in writing.

i can still remember the day with mrs. &%$#$ (grade 2 teacher) when she asked our class who, among us, can give a complete sentence.(grade 2 medyo maliliit pa utak namen)

batang "ako": i raised my hand*( everyone looked at me..impressed cla)

teacher:ok you!

batang ako: ako po mam?

teacher: yes,you dear.dibah pamangkin ka ng kumadre ko? ok give me a sentence.

batang ako: ay mam, mag c-cr lang po ako.

hehe..sayang pinalampas ko yung moment ko. i could have given her a decent sentence that very moment.eto naisip ko..

I am leaving in Legazpi.

haha..not until i turned 9 did i realize na mali ako."living" pala dpat.

kawawang bata.

      
"Ever After" by Bonnie Bailey(remix) pindutin nyo ang "play button" to hear ghett’s fave disco song

(before reading, for your own delight:)~ you might wanna click the play button found on "mah fave" blog entry..para naman may music ka habang nagbabasa.(x_o)

i have been planning so long to write about the political crisis our country is undergoing that i have forgotten about writing it(seriously!.silly me) everytime i watch the late night news, all i can see is these people marching down in makati, having their own street party (or whatever they want to call it) saying yadiyadiyah..blah blah…saying our dear president is doing a lousy job in running our country. honestly,i "was" not a gloria-supporter in the beginning but lately did i realize how capable she is of her job(u go girl!hehe) let’s face it, being a president is not a very easy job~ you can’t just go to your office and simply type awfully long paper works, or simply mumble "good morning ms. scott, this is gheetzz from &*%$# how may i help you? blah blah blah.." or pretend to be working while you are just chatting with your distant friends abroad:).being a president or merely accepting to be one takes a lot of responsibility and with it, comes great pain and sacrifices(spiderman?hehe). i can’t imagine my mom not spending a single day with me and not being able to talk about how my crush stared at me in the canteen or watsoevurr:)

some filipinos, based on my observation, are a bunch of whiners. they want "sudden" changes. if they want this, they want to get it "ryt away" .patience.patience.they seem to be lacking this..people are complaining and rallying down the streets for they believe that our president cheated on the last year’s election.i want proof… i want proof that all poticians except our accused president, won "fair and square" during the past elections.i mean i can only name few.(sa tingin ko lng ha.) even before, politics has been linked to cheating and backhandlings..even in books!(may it be in fantasy world or chipmunk’s domain) i am not saying that i entirely support our pres… it’s just that i don’t want our country to be known throughout the world as the country with the most impeached presidents (which i think, some of our fellowmen are aiming to do.) there is a right process for this. again, i repeat i am not hundred percent at the back of our president..i’m just in the midst.

in times like this, we should be united..but the other way is happening. some of us blames our president for the vast unemployment and our deflating economy. why blame it on her? the world is changing.and so are the prices.it is not entirely her fault. if i pick you out at that exact place you are sitting and proclaim you the president of our country, can you assure me that in the next 5 years or so banana cue would still cost P7.00? i think not. even superman can’t do that or even harry potter in that manner.

there was this night, that i had a chance to watch a certain program about our country’s current situation. i watched, with great annoyance, an old lady (perhaps in her 60s) poking the cameraman of a certain network with her umbrella.awwz..grandma, kahit matanda ka hindi mo po pwedeng gawin yan. when i see them rallying, it is as if they’re a bunch of death-eaters(h.pttr) ay sumobra naman ata.hehe.i mean they’re like hot-tempered old folks, poking everyone who blocks their way.kung ako yng cameraman(buti na lng naging gurl ako.haha) ay naku, hahablutin ko pustiso ng lolang yun.peace tau la! ok, serious na. after the poking session, the scene altered. a lady in her 40s was yelling in front of the camera(with her kumadres..)shouting

kumadre 1: *&5$^# yan na glo.. na yan!

kumadre 2:pan…! p….ak!

kumadre 3:patalsikin na yan!.. and she shouted (in a much higher tone) hanggang ngayon wala pang mga trabaho asawa namen!!

all(kumadres): patalsikin! patalsikin!..(sabay ngiti sa camera) uy artista!

they’re complaining because their husbands hasn’t got any work yet.. eh papaano naman makakakuha mga yan..(i’ve watched the latter part of the show showing some our unemployed kababayans, sitting with their kumpadres drinking alcohol- -tanghaling tapat! wow.) i have known many business tycoons who came from poor families, who have undergone cruelties in life but still managed to pass the downside of their lives with just "perseverance, faith and a tough soul" in hand. instead of complaining about this and that, try looking at yourselves. "life is what you make it".why blame your fate on someone else?

(grabe ang haba n ng sinulat ko, ano nga ulet topic ko?? hehe.biro lng)

haay basta.kung ang bansa natin nakakapagsalita cguro ’sisigaw neto, "tama na! sobra na, maawa naman kayo sa mga sarili nyo"

kya for the students out there(like me) mag-aral tayong mabuti para sa future naten.para someday we wouldn’t be caught marching down the streets and shouting with all our might, our supressed dreams.blaming our altered luck to someone else. mag-aral tayong mabuti para mabago ang mga mali!. nothing is permanent except change. magbago na tayo! maging henyo.at bukas pag gising naten..masaya nanaman ang mundo.

ang pilipinas.

ang tao.

Three years ago my journey began
Chasin down this cure no plan in hand
Just your pulse, my reason guiding the dark
Just no wind with conviction from the start
The moment your eyes made an introduction
I felt my second violent breath of life
Flawless to the point of bein cocky
Yet I fell for all your imperfections

Now its slightly weathered, its slightly worn
Our hands still together until after the storm
I believe in ever after with you
Cause life is a pleasure with you by my side
And there aint no current in this river we cant ride
I believe in ever after with you

Nothing compares to the good times
Feels like were floating when the rest of them climb
You made me believe in love and not the perfect kind
A real messy beautiful, twisted sunshine
Emotions: volcanic eruptions
We both took care so were still alive
Tunnel vision . . . determination
I want you, I want to make it right

Now its slightly weathered its slightly worn
Our hands still together until after the storm
I believe in ever after with you
Cause life is a pleasure with you by my side
And there aint no current in this river we cant ride
I believe in ever after with you

You are my twisted sunshine
You are my twisted sunshine

(press the play button on my blog entry "mah fave~* to hear it! so cool)

      
"Ever After" by Bonnie Bailey(remix) pindutin nyo ang "play button" to hear ghett’s fave disco song

as the date was nearing my 18th birthday, i just can’t help to feel a bit sad knowing that i won’t be celebrating it with my parents and my hi-skul friends since they’re in bicol but my sister promised me that we would be bar hopping on my debut since it’s the only thing that separates the goofy-me to my sosyalista/emotional-side(don’t ask).haha

.i believe it was a good offer, for my sadness was lessened (knowing that i would be dancing to reggae music on mah bday night~*cool!) 0n the 14th, i learned that our midterm exam would fall on my birthday (thanks Mr. Aguiluz for your wonderful gift*) what a nice surprise! 4 breath-taking subjects will be taken on my special day and so, with no choice left..i started murmuring the different formulas on how to calculate the number of electrons a boobtube would be having if it has a rho of 9.3×10 to 6th p. ohm.m. i was in the midst of my aral-mode session when my phone beeped.Grazel, one of my dearest friends greeted me a happy birthday~ i looked at the clock 11:59(very touching*).

i typed a long reply for her, message sending….CHECK OPERATOR SERVICES-how nice! and so when the clock turned 12:01, messages started to come..NO SPACE FOR NEW MESSAGES. as much as i would like to reply to them, i can’t..my sister has gone to work dat tym and she has already found out that i have been using her account to add prepaid credits to my fone(luvyah sis*your bill is not that high naman) hehe..my ate adeth was still awake that time and so we sang a birthday song for me*(my ate hanz told us dat morning that our voices sounded like there were 10 people singing~wahaha) at 5 am, Anna called i was deeply moved whenever my distant friends would call and greet me..

Anna: happy birthday girl!

Me:AHhh..heelllo? shino toh?..antok* uhhm Anna? ay hello bhe! tnx hah..shige take care.bye

and i went back into my dream.wehehehe.. 8 am, i took a bath and started reviewing my diff. cal theories (yep..i do different things at once*superb aiite?) 9am i was curling my hair(my perming iron broke 2 days ago..how sad) and at 10:30 i was off to school, wearing a cute yellow top, levis pants (from my sis) and 3-inch sandal (for i knew that we would be having dinner in greenbelt later that night) plus my curls* i looked like a party-goer in the morning* (haha.nice) my usual morning session happened..i boarded the MRT(though i was thinking of hailing a cab just for the sake of not getting too sweaty on my special day but i don’t want to be late on my exam*-the latter choice will take 45 min. b’coz of the traffic) and so i arrived in my school, on guard on things that’ll happen..expecting my 22 year old crush to approach and greet me*or perhaps give me flowers if he’ll insist.but to no luck~ none of these happened.(for a moment, i thought i was still asleep and dreaming) and so i tossed my curly hair(a wake-up thingy i usually do when i feel like im daydreaming*) few of my schoolmates noticed me coming(in their minds:look at these younger students..they’re so cute,ganda tlga..haha..biro lang ha) i stepped inside the elevator and pressed 4 and like any usual day, the elevator smelled ever so refreshing.no kidding.(i like the smell.~*) i arrived 10 minutes earlier but my classmates were inside the room already, i know 3 students in my physics class and they were the only ones who greeted me(thanks so much) the others were older than us-haha generation gap? whew.) as i step inside the room, the first guy i saw was larry (yep my crush), he was wearing a red shirt and ehem he was looking at me and smiling(blush*)..whoa?? am i dreaming? hope not. but it was true, he did smile but all i did was to look away* my coping mechanism.my arte/suplada mode suddenly turned on. he talked to jessie and asked if we have csci class, jessie said yes..in my mind i said:I do.(kasal?)

haha.kidding..and so yes, the day went on, nails were bitten, chairs were rocked, questions left unanswered..our midterm exam finally ended.(for that day alone) auntie(canteen owner) greeted me a happy birthday and so yes, all the people in the second floor knew that i was a debutant.all eyes was on me(*grin.perfect!) my friends were there too and they were planning to go to waltermart to play @ timezone.(i was already thinking of an alibi on why i can’t treat them*i only have 500 bucks.not good.~i forgot to ask money from my sis.) but they went to waltermart anyway, but me and hanna went to mommy rose canteen first because our auntie lionie will treat us(bday nya rin kc.ang taray! luvyah auntie) though the food was infront of me, i didn’t have the strength to eat it..sadness was taking over me..(my parents=not here, my hi-skul friends=not here, my friends=not treated, my exam=so-so, my bday=not special..=(..special persons=nagdradrama.) at 4:30 i have to meet ate adeth in greenbelt for i have to light a candle to give thanks to God.(luvyah God..tnx so much*cry) and so, Hanna went to waltermart mkti and i was left alone in the jeep, caught in the traffic, thinking how ordinary my day has turned out.it was as if,it wasn’t my birthday at all, perhaps there was nothing special to be celebrated on my day.how sad.:( my mom texted me and told me how sorry they were not to be able to come here..plus she told me papa can’t text me co’z his fone broke.

my reply:ok lng mama, ingat kau lagi luvyou..

the truth:waaaaaaaah..mama ko! papa ko, punta kau dito..

ate adeth was waiting outside the powerbooks, looking pretty as usual..ate ko yan eh..we went inside the chapel and for the first time, i prayed with a wounded heart* carrying a happy soul. i thank God for all his blessings, and i told him how much i love him. on the way home, ate nice was already texting me and she told me that we’re late for dinner in dampa, libis(superb seafoods resto) But ate adeth insisted on going to rob pioneer in ortigas for she has to meet "dude", her date for my bday bar-hopping galore. And so, we went to pioneer. the mall was as usual, filled with people..:) on the second floor, i was already looking for "dude" when suddenly, a cute waiter gave me couple of balloons.. i couldn’t quite fathom the fact that i have a surprise birthday party ahead of me.. my brain wasn’t working..in computer world.. nag-hang yung brain ko! i need to restart it, and i have to be fast! i went inside shakey’s ortigas to find all my sisters, my friends, my sister’s friends and MY PARENTS sitting and welcoming me to my surprise 18th day party..tears fell from my eyes..and they too were crying..my mom, my sisters..they were also moved.but i was deeply and by all means, greatly touched. i have my powerpuff-girls cake, lotsa gifts, give-aways..and shakey’s ortigas was all mine..haha! everything was recorded on video.

it was time for me to open my gifts, first one came from kuya randy(Fiancé of my sister) i cried again..he gave me an olympus digital camera! i hugged him and he told me that he knew about my cam addictions. the next gift came from sis reese and ate janeh..a year supply of lip gloss! waaaah..this is life! body shop lipgloss..vov..evrything was there. and from the bg’z (ate janeh’s friends) a make-up kit(cool one!) and lip gloss as well..from the officem8z of my sis janice, they gave me a parker pen and a bob ong book.(how nice!) i felt like i was 7-years old and been given an expensive lollypop. thank you so much for all those who came..my classmates were there too, they too knew about my surprise birthday party.

HOW NICE! it was indeed the best birthday ever to date.*cry, *sigh.. later that night..i had experienced a quite unusual bar-hopping session..thanks to my sister Janice, i was culture-shocked in my own country.*grin hope u all know what i mean. we went home 7 am in the morning.da best.i was supposed to get drunk but i suddenly felt immune to alcohol..i drank 3 tequilla, 1 teq. sunrise, flaming lam.., tom collins, blow job, sex on the beach..pero wala talaga..sanay na siguro..but ate nice was drunk..hahah..tnx to my parents, kuya randy, ate nice, ate reese, ate janeh..and to all who made my bday a quite unusual one..(san ka nakakita ng 18 roses sa mall*) at mascot sa debut? (ang hangin mo paleh* joke lng..i just find it unusual and cute..) everything was planned..and it turned out just the way i wanted it to be..

happy birhday ghett! ay, dats me pala. salamat talaga..(*sniff)

paalala: para lng to sa mga addict ng memo.hehe.errr. hiya!

haha.sinCe lam ko na rin lang kng anOng mngyayari, i myt as well tell you n rin kng ano ending ng fave kong korean drama-series na memoriz in bali aiiiite????

kng ayaw mo di wag mo ng basahin.haha. aiya watch out! aiya rulz!

in d end, a couple died in bali kc may isang gwpong tao na ngpapatay s knilang dalawa.hahaha. yep, ‘to tlga ngyari kaya sad tlga pro still, ganda pa rin ng kwento! c paolo mgiging untidy na sa end ng story at mas gwagwapo nman si SO JI SUB.roflmao <3 at cympz gaganda pa lalo c ha JI won hehehe. paolo ko, akin k n lng.lol.

haaaay.this is my way of dealing wid boredom/ennui. (ang pagsulat ng mga (*&*^%^$* na bagay).heehee.

neat. i wanna make more of this

guyzzie guyzz. juz wnna share  photozz of mah crushezz. heheh. ewe-1 ko ba kng bket ngkakaganito ako. haha. bsta. july rin cya pnanganak kya msyado ata akong attached sknya. JO IN Sung. hndi na c edison chen. hehe. ano b yan. dti ayaw ko s mga guyz n intsik ngaun lyk na lyk  ko n cla.heheheh.. tngnan nyo nman kc ang nilalang na to. ang kulet. heheh.  pro si edison kulet din.haha. hay, bket bah. ewan ko. bahala na. hehe. buti n lng may blog thingy na dto. la kc me mgawa dto.hehe. 2:01 na sa umaga.haha.

helpy help!!!..now you believe me. see how ADDICTed i am???.roflmao.

hehe. JO IN SUNG and SO JI SUB. my oh my. geeesssh..they are rili rili rili cute. wait til i turn 20 and il hunt d two of u.lol i want to see you in PERSON. hahaha..mwah mwah mwah. now see.im loco inamorata nah.geesh. MEmoRIES OF BALI..d best tlga…mummmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyy..

whatever d title iz.goshie.it’z still d best! idunno watzz happening to me but i gez im becoming addicted
to zome koreanovelazz
it started from "luvers in parizzz"
den "the last dance is for me"
or known as "save d last dance for me"
and now ♥ in bali
will they ever stop coming?
waah..i gez koreanovelazz r rili gud
cmpred to ehem.ourz i gez.
hehehe.goshie.deir cazting is awesome
kewl chicz & gorgeous men!
waaah.and now im addcted to Jo In Sung
& So Ji Sub.lol.waaah
sobraaang ganda.i know d story nah.sad.hehe.
but still great.go asia go!