December 22nd, 2009 @ 8:50 am | Filed under Uncategorized | ♥ Comment?

Roller Coaster Marble

So, that was our nightmarish group project that was due last December seventeen but alas, our slaughtered brains had reached its limit and we were all bound to submit it next year.   However, I’m going to  be the one who’s gonna be in the worst condition ever experienced by a human being  (i went too overboard eh?) . Since I was appointed as the “DARN” leader..Anyways, the good news is that my dad’s going to help me (and i’m going to give him an A+ for that). I just hope it would turn out the way I expect it would be.

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December 8th, 2009 @ 6:24 am | Filed under Uncategorized | ♥ Comment?

I am currently experimenting on my wordpress templates.. ^___^ I wanna learn things on my own.. so this might take me a huge amount of time. I’ll be back in blogging soon.. I’ll concentrate first on my webblog’s beautification.. Thank You.. ^___^

  TINIER ME  

November 13th, 2009 @ 8:07 am | Filed under Uncategorized | ♥ Comment?

Are you stuck in the world of boredom? Trying to find a new way of entertainment? Why not join tinierme.com and create your own SELFY. It’s an entertaining social networking site adorned with avatars that ranges from cute to emo ones. The currency in this game is called the chibi coins; you can earn chibi coins by adding friends and inviting ones as well as, roaming around the selfy town. You can also join groups and discuss your favorite topics. It’s fun, exciting and filled with surprises! Why not join tinierme now?

  Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop  

September 24th, 2009 @ 4:17 pm | Filed under Uncategorized | ♥ Comment?

Affection is an exquisitely sacrosanct place with scarlet-painted walls adorned with flamboyantly growing pink roses-whose words are of the code of everlasting affinity. However, the search for that tremendously alluring place is similar to being imprisoned in a maze whose traps are numerous and triumph is only for the few.

A vibrant and youthful lady was she, whose beauty transcends that of the Greek Goddess Aphrodite, but faith was not adequate enough to alter her quixotic destiny. This is a storiette of a woman who forfeited her personal delight for the man who took her heart.

I can still reminisce the days when that lady and the man she loved shared smiles that can melt anybody’s heart and kisses that were meant to be a flame blazing in the very core of their souls. She feels like she was soaring as high as the rise of the angels whenever she’s with his remarkable presence. Thus, nothing really mattered at all, not even the crime she was committing. It was spectacularly the bliss of falling in love. But Alas, love isn’t just simply a game of hide and seek. It’s a competition and whoever prevails will achieve the reward. They love each other but destiny is ought to be the antagonist of their romance novel. And, no matter how they stood firm on their decision to be locked up in each others arms, they can never dictate fate. He was married and she has a child and even though it was hard for her to let him go, she courageously accepted their inconsistent situation. At that moment, I saw no more vigor in her aura but a sacred child shedding a river of tears, asking for the impossible to happen.

Love is the start for Hello’s and the end of Goodbye’s.

The story behind the story.

That simple storiette is inspired by the song Goodbye by Air Supply. Unfortunately, it isn’t a make-up story, I know it didn’t happen to me but it did happen to someone else- notably, my mother. I chose the song goodbye because of the days when I was left to witness my mothers’ grief by the time she uttered farewell to the man she had fallen in love with for years.

Another reason was, I was enchanted by its lyrics and since I am fond of poignant endings, I chose the song to delineate a particular experience in my mother’s life where love seemed to fade away.

Anyways, I want to extend my deepest gratitude to Mr. Bariles of Gensan News Online Mag for hosting this “What Air Supply Song Are You?” blog contest which allows us to put into words our concealed emotions. Also, to the following sponsors, Mr. Michael Wee of Dreamwork Ventures, inc. and Grab-A-Crab Restaurant, thank you for your undying support.

The Air Supply Concert in Gensan will be held at the Lagao Gymnasium,General Santos City this coming October 02, 2009.

The Air Supply in GenSan Concert is a major production of Dreamwork Ventures Inc.’s Platinum Concert Series 2009, in cooperation with the City Government of GenSan, the GenSan City Chamber of Commerce and Industry Inc.,
ABS-CBN. Other partners are Grab A Crab Restaurant, MISO Hardware, San Miguel Corporation, Coca Cola Bottlers Inc., East Asia Royale Hotel, Coffee Dream, Giacominos, NY Fries and Dips, Giacominos, Gaisano Mall of GenSan and Gregoria Printing Press.

  Oh Bentos!!  

September 10th, 2009 @ 6:09 am | Filed under Uncategorized | ♥ Comment?

Hey blogosphere! Lollii’s back and I heartily apologize if I haven’t posted much for a while. Since, I have tons of matters to take care of -particularly my studies but thanks to my Uncle Windy, the comeback was successful.

Anyways, I’ll blog about how the Japanese people make their lunch boxes or bentos with such creativity and art. I read from some website that it started in the fifth century when the Japanese made packed lunches whenever they leave their respective homes to hunt, fish and till their fields. The meals typically contain stapled foods such as rice and potatoes.

Hoshi-ii ,which primarily means dried meal, was developed during the Kamakura Period. Wooden bento-boxes were then manufactured during the Azuchi-Momoyama Period. My classmate once said that using a wooden lunch box id greater than using the plastic one since it wouldn’t moist. Well, I haven’t tried a lunch box constructed out of wood so I know nothing about it.

Anyways, during the Edo period, bento became more cultivated and widely-known. When Japan’s railway system was constructed, during the Meiji Period, the first ekiben (“station bento”) were sold. The aluminum bento box made its first appearance during the Taisho Period and was considered a sumptuous luxury item due to its silver-like finish and its ease of cleaning.

To be honest, I admire Japans fidelity towards its cultures and traditions without neglecting its duty to provide sophistication and innovation to its people. I wonder why the same does not happen to my own Mother Nation. Well, you can’t deny it, Filipinos embrace products manufactured from other countries than taking something “NATIVE” or what you say tatak-LOKAL.

Stay tuned for my upcoming article in relation to my nations fading ethnic customs.

  Deadly Arrow  

July 9th, 2009 @ 1:30 am | Filed under Uncategorized | ♥ 4 Comments

It was supposed to be a day of serene bliss but what I had expected to be a tranquil moment vanished in thin air. I am the sort of an individual who loses hope whenever someone of extreme supremacy utters words of deprivation towards me, especially someone I look up to.

My heart almost slaughtered itself when my English teacher in my school told me that I must not mimic Teacher Precy when it comes to using the British accent, after asking a question at the representative of Ateneo de Manila University during the recruitment talk at Hope Christian School. My respect for my English mentor was as high as the crystal sky but after those words, which seemed to still echo in my mind, abhorrence took over the entire system of my body. I am not mimicking anybody else especially not my abysmal previous teacher whom everyone in my class can’t even understand and who the hell cares if I possess this kind of accent? You? My mom? President Obama? Nobody cares! It’s my life and if you’re going to deprive me of something in which my whole future depends on then thank you. You had just given me a reason to slaughter my futile existence in this damn world filled with feckless individuals. I am not saying this to cause chaos but to clarify my self. Another thing, when I talked in front, everybody kept on looking at me and uttering words that are loathsome. They say that I talk like a Badjao. Damn! I wasn’t born in this ample place just to become your buffoon and I don’t talk like a native Badjao. They just don’t know how to distinguish tremendous sufficiency from a monotonous capability. They were supposed to be FOURTH YEAR HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS and not a bunch of kids from PRE-SCHOOL.

For my teacher, Yes I ain’t that capable of speaking with that kind of accent when I was in my sophomore years since shame kept on following me but ain’t I have the right to develop or enhance something useful for my well-being? Nothing in this world remains constant excluding change. I had unlocked that skill of mine when I started to be a junior high school student and you weren’t my teacher before. And what I abhor about the administration is that they’re biased – I’ll talk no more about this.

If you find this post loathsome, you can go freely.. I’m totally irked today so I’m not in a good mood.