aargh. i hate not having anything not shallow to write. i'm like some superficial bozo who can't think of anything but going out and eating and food and eating food. (don't fret paolo b. one of these days, the lightbulb in your head will be switched on and you will change the world. the summer heat is just getting to you) anyway, here's a summary of the weekend that was:
03.23.07 - friday
sam arrived. paseo. nothing blog-worthy except that i walked from crossroads to i.t. park with roni and katsua to eat.
shs-j for my sister's graduation. she received a silver medal, to my surprise. HAHA. mitz's initial reaction was "beauty and brains? future miss cebu!" which deserves a bigger HAHA.
congratulations to my only and therefore, favorite sister, tina.
telephone conversation with my 7 yeard old brother, miko:
*ring ring ring* m: hello? p: hello? hi m: hi p: *laughs* m: weeeird! p: hi m: what? p: nothing, i just want to talk to you m: aw. unsa man?
for the last two days, i've been to my grandfather's first wife's death anniversary, an uncle who's in a coma's birthday, and to the st. theresa's college auditorium to watch a play my sister was part of.
NOTHING INTERESTING, really. i've been to lazy to study for the finals, which start tomorrow! i have a new notebook and i've started writing in it already. maybe i'll lose the will to blog because of it? *gasp* how tragic! it's just that i can write so much more on paper - i don't have to hide or censor or crash out anything.
please pray for me, that i continue blogging. haha.
do you think an issue over borrowed money is reason enough to end a friendship?
to make a long, looooong story short, i have a friend who owes me but won't pay and i feel awful, as though i've been used, as though people think they can approach me when they're in need because i always have difficulty saying NO.
i'm supposed to be the user, not the one who gets used.
right after i posted "more tita maruja quotes", chua and katbo picked me up. kat and i had never been to paseo (we hadn't even seen it) so we asked chua, who brought his anatomy book along with him because he wanted to study, to pop our paseo cherries. haha.
we met val and bea at the parking lot which kat hated since it made her jelly sandals dirty and all.
with miss amor chicko. haha. sorry, i just had to type that.
then tan tan tan tan tan! we went in and..
blaaaaaah. how disappointing, the place reminded me of a food court. and that's all i have to say. or maybe i just wasn't in the party mood last night since no one else (except kat) seemed to think what i thought? hmmmm. worry not, worry not paseo goers, there's a slight chance that you might see me again at that place. i will try again this friday night since sam's coming back yehey!
anyway, we left as soon as we could and went to brown cup in i.t. - where there was this woman talking about lindasy lohan, ashlee simpson, hilary duff, aaron and nick carter (and how they're all intertwined with each other) to a korean man - so that chua could finally study.
hmph. what a boooooooring night. i should've just stayed at home and studied.
i just got home from casino español again. buffet. AGAIN. kinilaw. AGAIN. 3 platefuls, to be specific. how do i expect myself to lose weight when i can't stop putting all this food in my mouth? huhuhuhu.
we shared a table with the very quotable maria lagrimas varela a.k.a. my tita maruja.
tita m: unsa man nah about ang "300", pao? me: about sa war between the spartans and persians. tita m: pagka animal. puro na lang war war. wa pa ka na pul-an sa gubat dinhe?
lola: sus, dali-a ra sa panahon noh? sa una ikaw pa may ga karga ni paolo pag bunyag. tita m: mao lagi. (turns to me) maypa gi bundak tika sa una! sa una di man ka kalakaw yawa-a ka. karon, tagurha na ang cellphone!
HAHAHAHAHA.
being car-less sucks. mine's being repainted and fixed and shit. ugh.
i just got home from casino español. BUFFET, ugh. i couldn't resist the ceviche (kinilaw, for your information). you know, raw fish in vinegar? yummm.
anyway, now i can't stop noticing how big my stomach - which i've been complaining about for the last 6 months or so but have been too lazy do get some exercise - has gotten lately. it's HUGE. i look like i'm smuggling an inflatable life-saving device under my shirt.
brad and angelina have already adopted a 3 year old vietnamese boy, i think. they should get a filipino next time.
AARRGGHHHH. this is the most annoying song i have ever heard.
i can't believe she's dancing like how all the popstars she's claimed to be the opposite of would. has she become everything she hates, or is she just making fun of herself because she's too cool to care? i mean, like, dude, she totally rawks, like, totally. HAHA, right. but she does look good with the blonde hair, doesn't she?
a: nganu gani kailangan true, good, beautiful sa self-actualization? p: uhhhh i think kay.. aw um ambot kalimot ko a: tabang! p: haha kalimot jud ko a: wala kang kwenta! p: huhuhu. ang sakit mo naman magsalita.. a: ampota mo.. p: ur a bitch! a: taginangago ampota! p: bajayna! a: bajayna lick fest!
yesterday, i went to shs-j with katbo and mitz to claim our yearbooks. there were these tiny grade 5 kids who were asking for kat's name and number.
i left the two girls for a while because i went to look for my brother, and the little boys kept following me to ask about kat.
little boy 1: unsay pangan atong ga black ug bag? little boy 2: ngeeee ka gamay nimo! little boy 3: sige lang, 6 inches bitaw!
HAHAHAHA. seriously, what is up with kids nowadays? when i was grade 5, i didn't know shit about sex.
anyway anyway, it was nice seeing old teachers again. the "where are you studying? what course?" questions got tiring, though, and strange - considering the fact that kat and mitz were in their uniforms. who else wears pink and grey to school?
with mdm. lo
with sir diaz
the yearbook's nice, i guess. people from other schools seem to think so. BUT i hate how i'm not in the teachers' day out and grad ball pages, which i both emceed for, thankyou. HAHA. and i hate it more for one other reason.
see, "silly" pictures were taken of each one of us to be put at the back pages. i was even photographed two times - first was with my arms raised (mark blanco's brilliant idea) and the second was of me with my camera my camera and taking a picture of the photographer.
guess what picture they put? they used my freaking grad pic! they couldn't have possibly deleted my pictures? there are only about 3 of us whose grad pics were used. what losers! the yearbook staff deserve to be thrown into a pit of lions.
i have come up with the conclusion that both my silly pics were really nice and they had the most difficult time choosing which one to put.
yen yen and i have been asked the question "how long have you been friends?" a million times and what do we answer? for as long as we can remember. see, my tita heide's husband tito glenn is yen's cousin so we're sort of related. before they were married and even before i was born, yen had already been to our house. amazing, huh?
as kids, we used to sleep over each other's houses a lot. once, i stayed at their house for a week. when have you ever heard of grade school students having week-long sleepovers?
we were probably the worst and COOLEST kids you'd ever find- riding bikes down steep pathways and running into flower pots, climbing ladders to get on roofs, mixing different juice flaovrs and seeing what colors our tongues wopuld become after, climbing monkey bars and falling on our, or more correctly, my ass, making our own laboratory and trying to come up with an invisibility potion, playing hide and seek with my brother and petin in pitch black rooms, going to maasin, leyte and finding "expensive pieces of glass" (which were really just broken beer and soda bottles) on the beach, winning *ahem* all the games at children's parties.
i miss how silly and immature we used to be. but when i really think about it, we still are - walking from forest hills to caltex banawa in the middle of the night just to buy internet cards, making the baduyest dance moves, getting drunk from too much boracay and sleeping on the sand, talking in english accents just so taxi drivers won't understand us, screaming our lungs out at 3 a.m. because we thought there was music coming out of a drawer, drinking beer in the afternoon and trying to act sober when mother helen openes the door and tells us that we're going to church.
it's been months since i've last seen that crazy girl. i think i'll go give her a call right now.
ahhh i can't believe how old these pictures are! HAHAHA.
(i'd post pictures from when were still kids, but i don't have a scanner. so yeah. maybe some other time.)
i spent most of my afternoon walking around ayala. alone.
i went to mitzi's store to have some naga pictures printed and they were trying out this new 5 megapixel camera that's selling for only 6,880 pesos. mhen-my-favorite-kodak-image-center-employee took my picture and said that they'd print it and send it to mitzi in manila (i felt silly, by the way, smiling for a solo while eveeyone else was looking).
when i returned to claim my pictures, the picture of me was on the wall! fat. and ugly-skinned. and disgusting. thank god mitzi's dad gave it to me but said something aout keeping the other photo or whatever. HAHA.
i went to el loco with 4 very foul-mouthed spanish grandmothers - my lola, tita maruja, tita adelina, and tita vilma. tita vilma's daughter or whoever owns the place, and i guess that explains why the waitresses were exceptionally nice.
anyway anyway, let me tell you some of the things they said:
tita v: hoi maruja, bayot man tong naka tubag sa imong telepono. lola: bitaw, mura jug babae ang tingog noh? tita m: lagi. duha man nah kabuok akong boy. ga duda lagi ko nila, murag ga sigeg lolo-ay. ako gani maka lolo nila, ako jud nang birahon ilang mga otin hantod ma labtikan ilang mga nawng!
lola: daghan man pug mga ukay-ukay nga nindot. tita a: bitaw, kanang naa pay mga tag. tita m: maayo nang naay tag kay kung wa, wa ta kibaw kinsay ga gamit. mga hugaw pa lang tog mga boto. unsa kahah noh kung ga duga? yeeeeeeeee.
*on the way home, we see two nuns walking* tita m: sus mga madreng gi katlan! nangita dagway ni silag mga mu rape nila!
the deworming mission at naga wasn't as bad or as humiliating as i thought i would be. i led the prayer in bisaya and used words like "hina-ot" and "higayon". instead of dancing the boom tarat, we sang - or more like pretended to sing - "bituin walang ningning" or whatever the title of that sharon cuneta song is. i helped in "facilitating" the program, listed names of the kids, carried chairs, unwinded meters of extension wire, took pictures, danced along when it was statue dance time, and i feel all good inside for being of help.
i probably didn't change anybody's life, but still, isn't it great when you can make a person smile just by telling her that her child is legible to be given medicine or when you point at her baby because you think it's cute? sometimes i'm surprised at how nice i can be. HAHA.
after that, i went to val's house to spend a little more time with sam since she's leaving for manila in 2 hours. awwwwwwwwwww. how sweet. anyway, val the dropped the two of us at ayala since she had to pick bea up and blah blah sam and i ate shawarmas! i remember once in high school how we told each other that we were ashamed of liking shawarmas since most people think it smells awful. hahaha.
if you decide to buy me a shawarma, i like it with onions only. none of those green stuff, ok?
went to ayala to watch the usc fashion show since some of my friends were part of it. stephong said that it would start at 6 and so we passed the time by eating bagels at starbucks. when it was almost time for the show to start, raisa and i wanted to get to the activity center already but mister fashion expert (HAHA joke) neil san pedro kept on saying "oh fashion shows never start on time" and "the backstage is so chaotic" and dum dum dum dum when we get in the mall, guess what? THE SHOW WAS ALREADY OVER. 03.08.07 - thursay
watched "300" with yan, teves, and faj. what did i think of the movie?
it was the best goddamn movie i've seen in years. i'm thinking of becoming a spartan when i grow up, hust like my new idol king leonidas.
when the movie ended, i didn't want to get off of my seat. i just wanted to sit in the theatre and remember everything i saw. i have to watch it again. and so do you if you haven't yet.
ahhhh i'm still not over it. i liked it so much that i texted sam and tzi "kayata lami-as 300 uy!", and i don't even use the words "kayata" and "lami-a". kind of heartbreaking, though, how leonidas and all his 299 (or 298?) men died. that giant golden persian king should've died from leonidas' spear! tsk, just a few more inches and it would've pierced his bald head like an arrow going through an apple.
03.09.07 - friday
sam is in cebu. again. for the 3rd time in two months. why? to fulfill our party goals, of course! HAHA. went to loft. pretty fun night. highlight was probably when there were 3 of us guys trying to carry the very drunk anton solon into dwayne's (think that's his name) car. a VERY dificult task, mind you.
03.10.07 - saturday
dinner with family at kagura and dessert at la marea. i'm supposed to be out tonight, but my fever's back and i have to breathe through my mouth. AND i have to go to naga tomorrow for, hopefully, the last time. there's a deworming mission and as punishment for being "hard-headed" students, we're dancing the boom tarat in front of dozens of little ati children.
i'm sick, thank you very much to cleaning naga's coastline for nstp. in my blue lemon-scented scotch-brite gloves and with my garbage bag with me, i had to pick up empty shampoo sachets, discarded shoes, and diapers, among other things, under the deadly heat of the noontime sun. i didn't have breakfast which explains how i was on the verge of dying from dehydration. the place was like a desert! the sand wasn't normal white beach sand - it was the kind you only see in desert movies with camels and men with curved swords, where the the good guys have to walk for miles and miles and rejoice when they see water and palm trees but as they get closer to it, it vanishes. an oasis, for short. HAHA.
i used to love being sick. i could stay in bed all day, order the maid around for orange juice and noodles, be given sponge baths, get food from wherever i wanted and throw it all up. but that was when i used to be little. now i'm not allowed to lay around all the time lest i want to be reprimanded for being lazy. i have to get my own medicine and i can't be absent from class since college is an unforgiving bitch.
so because of my good world-saving humanitarian action, my throat and ears are throbbing like mad, my nose is clogged, and i cough every single time i laugh. tsk, trying to make the world a better, much cleaner place has its drawbacks.
sam: wud? paolo berdin: ga blog paolo berdin: HAHAHA sam: hahaha unsa imung giwrite about? paolo berdin: akong day paolo berdin: hahaha paolo berdin: di man interesting sam: iapil ko paolo berdin: but ganahan lang ko mu share sam: para ma interesting sam: hahaha paolo berdin: unsa man akong e butang? sam: ambot haha
my throat and ears hurt every time i swallow something. i think i'm about to get sick. any time now, any time.
i failed nutrition class. i don't feel as bad as i thought i would, though. probably because i didn't exert even the least bit of effort into passing. i'd die if i worked my ass off and still fail.
anyway, i just watched "the fountain" with yan yan and faj. it sucked. well, maybe i wouldn't have found it so bad if i actually listened and watched the movie. i was too busy playing quadrapop. i do remember hugh jackman having so many characters - the surgeon that dealt with animals, the spanish conquistador, the bald meditating guy. it was either really confusing or i'm just stupid.
after that i found jacobe and walked around with him a bit and went into watson's where faj and yan were waiting for me. jacobe asked to have his picture taken. SOLO. then to dessert factory for dinner. val arrived. then mitz. then blah. nothing interesting, honestly. oh, excpet that i think jacobe is the biggest asshole for squeezing my arm. who does he think he is? anyway, yeah.
HAHA
quadrapop is the best game ever!
dum dum dum. i'm ending here. i need some sleep soince i have to wake up early to clean the guadalupe river! can you believe that? as if 9 people cleaning it will make any difference. i have my boots and gloves ready already!
while i was driving home from school, i saw this flyer stuck onto our little gate:
our boarders, who call theirselves the "hausmates" (and my grandmother is the kuya), are having a white party tonight., at the SOCIAL LEVEL LOBBY, mind you. actually, it's just the welcome area of one of the two buidings behind our house, but who doesn't love giving something simple a better, grander-sounding name?
i have no idea who "bossing a." is, but do we have the funniest boarders or what?
hello loyal readers. for the umpteenth time, i'm back. i won't explain why i stopped blogging all of a sudden for the reason that there is no reason. i just stopped. simple.
how's life been? tiring, i swear. nursing is killing me. i hardly have free time. i even have classes on sundays, for crying out loud. but if it's any consolation, it's almost summer. yey! whenever i think about that, i get 3 seconds of pure happiness until i remember that all 1st year nursing students are required to take summer classes. ugh. but whatever, sam and i already have summer plans! nothing can stop us!
anyway, sam and i were on ym right last night and being the losers that we are, we thought of talking about something interesting to post in this entry... and then a very tintillating talk about vaginal rashes, female ejaculations and masturbation followed. i can't post it here, though. people might bug me with endless questions of "who were you talking about?" or "how did %#^#$&% get v.y.?". HAHA.
with miss amor chicko. haha. 
click our teachers' day out photo to view her blog.
now how did i get to be that thin? hmmmmm.
with mdm. lo
with sir diaz
mitz has one of the best pictures, yeah?
HAHA
quadrapop is the best game ever!
our boarders, who call theirselves the "hausmates" (and my grandmother is the kuya), are having a white party tonight., at the SOCIAL LEVEL LOBBY, mind you. actually, it's just the welcome area of one of the two buidings behind our house, but who doesn't love giving something simple a better, grander-sounding name?
