TEN TIMES THE CHALLENGE

I have not slept for the record.

I will exhaust my cramming powers for someone else's sake for the record.

I will sacrifice my study time for the record.

I will keep my cool for the record.

I will walk in the rain, rushing for the record.

I will not throw out harsh words for the record.

I will put my act together after this for the record.

I will never implant anything rude about that person for the record.

I will never think about that person for the record.

I will never, in any way, hope that the kid will eat his pride for the record.

LE SIGHS

I know this one fails for timeliness.

Thursday was a killer.

After the Series of Unfortunate Events that took place on that day, I was kinda waiting for something not-so-good to happen before I go to sleep, in conclusion. Cynical? Maybe. I was so frustrated with a lot of things that I can hardly manage to concentrate on the lessons in my 6-9p.m. Development Journalism class. I was flushing red at that time even my blockmate noticed it.

1. I lost my iPod.

Audia was a Hearts Day 2009 present from my dad. She was broken once and I couldn't be happier when I fixed her last week. But now that she's gone... Idk. "Mabuti pang sira, at least nakikita mo pa din kesa nawala," as I've told my roommate.

She's my inanimate best friend, my outlet. Her songs never fail to jive with every beat of my heart. You get me? When I feel like this, she's like that too. /asdfghjkl

I always say this to whoever finds my missing stuff:

"I love the *insert stuff here* that you're holding now. And I hope you'll be blessed with the contents of it. I took good care of it. You're the new owner now, would you do the same?"

A missing iPod is far more tragic than a missing phone (pwera nalang kung iPhone). Bow. I couldn't really explain my sorrow into words. And I haven't told my dad about it. :'-(

2. I wasn't so happy with the result of my DevJrn quiz . I got 8/15.

MEH. :-| No matter how I dislike this subject, in the end, ako pa din ang talo. Pag di ko inayos, grade ko palagi apektado. Might as well love this. Ganon ba?

3. And to top everything, there came my period.

It actually came in a little earlier this month. And I was expecting that it's gonna be delayed due to some stressful activities I've done. But then, hello there.

I'm pretty sure that a lot of you will say that all these are kinda shallow or trivial and I really don't have to rant about these here. Oh well, despite all these, one thing holds true:

"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him,

who have been called according to His purpose."-Romans 8.28

Claimed!

QWERTY

It's been a week since I last wrote something on my blogger and to think that a lot had happened for the past 7 days. I was thinking of a lot of things to post here that I don't even know where to start-- an architectural blog, something about my new journal, transcripts, Joseph Gordon-Levitt (JGL), dreams, and lots for my uncanny thoughts. Labo,eh.

Anyways, today wasn't that grand or whatsoever. It's just that... it's Wednesday- my favorite day. And because of my love fiyah, I'll be writing down a recap of it. :-)

K, then:

1. My time to prep up for school (3 hours, no exaggiz) is quite longer than the time that I stayed in school (an hour?). You get me?

FYI, I only have one class every Wednesday-- Sports Journalism at 12nn-3p.m. So awhile ago, I was kinda expecting that we'll be discussing some stuff about our UAAP/PBA article that's due today. And to think that we din't get to meet last Wednesday 'cause it's our exam week, I was also expecting that we'll be catching up on stuff.

But then, on my way to school, I got an SMS which says, "Dumaan na si Ma'am. Umalis na. Nagpa-pass lang ng article." And I was like, "Naman, sayang sa uniform. Pero okz na din." Hee.

2. I went to the lib to check if they have Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel but unfortunately, they ain't got any /sadface.

3. My roommates and I were eyeballing through Little J.'s (a.k.a Taylor Momsen) wasted-ness around the interweb. We all hate her now. :-( People change. And some of 'em have changed for the worse. Or I say, worst na? Poor thing. I won't be posting the proofs here. No. Just check it yourself.

4. Nylon Mag/TV is love ♡. Man, their site is full of rad stuff! I'm so manic over all of them!

5. The dorm's intarnet connection is in it's full blast since last night. This is history,yo! LOL 'cause they usually cut it off at midnight or earlier than that. Our landlady is so good by not turning the router off. Thanksthanks, miszmalditazz_o9! Hahaha, this

is how we call our landlady here.

So there, another lame post. I'm bouncing to read my handouts for

Literary Criticism now.

Tata! :-)

Oya, that was taken awhile ago before going to school. (1) I was tryna edit my article for the better but... ugh. I'm not really good in sports writing. But hey, I'm trying! :-)) (2) And look at my fringe! I had it cut yesterday. It's still annoying-straight! I never liked rebonded bangs, srsly.

BYE, BALLER BAND

This icancervive baller band was given to me last November by my friend, Omon. Since this is my second one, I swore to myself that I'll take good care of it and won't take it off 'til God knows when because first, it was a for-keeps token from a dear friend; and second, because this gives me hope everytime I read the words: I can survive. I know ferreal how it held on, how it hanged on with a crack for about 2 months. But then, sad to say, it had to, like, die. Baller bands are very special to me, really, that's why I nearly cried when I saw it on the floor yesterday morning while I was preppin' up!

On the side note, I can still recall how I cried over my Nike baller with the word "CONFIDENCE" etched on it. Call me weird but I really did. It was given by someone special, too. So there goes the hint.

Anyways, I just have to leave it that way rather than trying to glue back the ends together, yes?

MORNING AT THE MUSEUM AND PIZZAZZ

My roommies say that I look so drained and lackadaisical since I got home to the dorm this afternoon.

My moments of being quiet and all that is pretty much obvious simply because I'm naturally noisy and peppy. Anywoo, Glen and I went to the National Museum this morning to take a look at Juan Luna's famed Spoliarium. We were tasked to do a critique on the painting for our prelim paper in Literary Criticism to be passed tomorrow. We got there at around 11 in the a.m. and had an annoying moment with Manong Guard 'cause he said that the museum is closed today. Like, "No friggen' way, Kuya! The sign says it's open on Wednesdays to Sundays." It was not until I showed my irked face when he told us that he'll open it for us. K,Whatever.

We got our bags deposited in the package counter, DSLR included! Sadface! The lady there said that digicams are the only ones allowed to bring inside. Alright then, so we got inside the hall and saw the Spoliarivm! Ze Spo-li-ar-i-vum, yo! It was really a sight to behold and I really dunno if it's just me or what but as I was looking at the painting I felt a weird feeling- somewhere in the middle of amazement and dread. It was too picturesque to contain. I mean, as you can see how emotional (I'm using too much adjectives here, LOL!)the work is where the corpse of gladiators are being dragged into a shadowy area; the cruelty, sorrow and horror... everything, you can't be blamed if you'll be carried away. I say, genius!

In my reflection (yes, reflection),the story in this masterpiece is seen best in a wider perspective. I mean, you just have to literally step back to feel and understand everything. Eureka! I always apply this in real life: Always conclude after seeing the bigger picture.

Glen and I weren't able to stay longer (we so wished!) 'cause we have to be home by 3p.m., so off we go and rode our way to Rob Manila fo'lunch!

Btw, I forgot to tell you earlier that this is a special date with my long-time-no-date friend Glen. We seldom do this for the past few months due to some of life's dramas that came in the middle of our way. We only had this day for catching up and stuff. 'Nuff said with the emo-ness, okay?

For lunch, we had pizzaz and pazztaz in Sbarro. We missed this! We were so full after eating a slice of Chicago Deep Dish Pasta (mine), Chicago White (Glen's) and a half of the all-time-fave Baked Ziti, we had to take out our leftovers. LOL.

We kinda roamed around a bit before going home 'cause it's still past 1 in the p.m. Glen was super genki (hyper) when she was able to buy new bottles of nail lacquer at Skin Food! I refrained myself to buy too 'cause of my tight budget. Poor-ita mode ako lately eh. LOL.

It's 2:30p.m. when we decided to go home.

Yeah, I owe you some pics, I know. I'll post it here mebbe tomorrow.
Aright then, I'll be bouncing now to eat my leftover pasta and garlic bread and drink kegs of coffee.
I won't be getting any sleep tonight 'cause I still need to finish my critique and review for my prelim exam in Literary Criticism tomorrow! So help me, God. :-)

P.S.
I'm not drained, I'm just... I don't know. Quiet? LOL. Labo.



Here's for you, Wednesday! You're still my favorite day!! :-)

I WAITED FOR A ONCE IN A LIFETIME MOMENT

I was about to post this last night before midnight when the net connection here in our dormitory screwed my blog post.


Yo! Have you seen the figures up there? :-) So my roommate, Abbie, and I waited for the clock to strike at exactly 11:12:13p.m. tonight. They say that this "sequence" of 08/09/10 at 11:12:13 will just occur once in your friggen life. Happiness!

I made a wish. Guess what? :-)

P.S.

Today was a mix-up of bliss and blues. But I'm putting on more weight with the bliss, of course. Hihi.
Check:
1. I resurrected my iPod (her name is Audia) who's kinda dead for two weeks. She's blinking green and orange lights like a psycho. Thank God I found instructions on the intarweb on how to fix her. :-) I feel like a heroine! Lulz. I needed to erase all the contents, though.

2. I took the Buendia bus awhile ago as I head to UST. This is an easier route for me than riding on a Pasay bus 'cause I still have to ride the LRT and the pandemonium that goes with it. Thank you, Lord!

3. Grabbed a Sausage Roll from Starbucks awhile ago (I was craving for this since last night and finally). Omnomnomzz! Can I have Krispy Kreme tomorrow, please?

4. Got back to the dorm earlier than the usual (this be the happy part) 'cos my 6-9p.m. prof is sick (this be the not-so-happy part). Get well quick, Sir Eros!

I'll be heading to bed now. Goodnight chya'll! :-) I wish for a happy dream!

THANKS, GLEN!

ALIGN MY SPINE

My current state of affairs tells me to get a life.

Or may I say, a good one.

I’ve been down and out for the past few days and for the record, I’ve been dealing with the same root cause for nearly two years now. My mischief has taken its toll on the strongest (in my opinion) parts of my system, finally leaving me walking in misery with broken limbs.

And I am down on my knees now, literally praying for another chance to get back up and start anew. Tell me, how many wrongs do I have to commit before I could make it right?

C’mon, Deniece, this is the second time that you’re being reprimanded of your waywardness. I mean, aren’t you tired of wrestling with God? How deep would you like to be in the mud? Or have you chosen to stay there for good? How many times will you break the hearts of the people around you (especially your mom and dad)? What are you doing with your life?

Look at what your favourite sin (which I've chosen not to declare here) had caused you—broken trust, heavier yoke, worn-out spirit.

Shame on me.

Dad is right: “It’s hard to kick against the pricks.” And it’s even harder to be in a fight where at the starting point you already know that you’ll never win—just because it’s a match between you and The One who created you. See how foolish?

I need help. I need a lot of prayers. I need to get back to where I was two years ago. I need a new slate.

I believe it’s not yet late. I believe I can still get up. I believe that help is on the way. And I believe that everything will start with God working within me.

Under the currency of your grace, Lord, please align my spine.

AM I STARTING TO LIKE FRIDAYS?

With my Dapitan-buddy, Glen. :-) How I miss this kid!

“Tayong umaasang hilaga't kanluran
Ikaw ang hantungan,
at bilang kanlungan mo
ako ang sasagip sa'yo.”


I really owe this night to Up Dharma Down. Thanksthanksthanks to my dearest OPM band. Their song "Tadhana" really knocks me out deep down the core. LOL. Too bad I can't find any link as to where I can download an mp3 of this song. Look at the desperate me, playing the track on Saab's blog site Aigoo! (And also because almost all of my cyber accounts are on detention rynow, I only have my Blooger to deal with everything.Bahaha!)



See? ;-)