All of a sudden, I've decided to update this archeologic blog.

All of a sudden, I'm considering self-torture. Somebody please whack my head and tell me to stop joining organizations. One is enough. Two is too much. Three is a poison that KILLS a person. Two's killing me already.

All of a sudden, I'm an adult. Somebody commented that he can't believe that we're this big (or old) already: how innocent I looked (I'm still innocent looking though, sort of) and how I cried for mundane things before.

And indeed, I'm really an adult. I came across a paper I wrote for my Social Science 3 class tackling about Love. Yes, Love. If it wasn't a requirement, I wouldn't be doing that. To hell it is with love. I am not sinister about it. It's just that, it sends yucky feelings into my veins and arteries. Call me maarte or what. Most of the time, when we talk about love, we end up gushing over “in limerence” moments. Or crying over heartbreaks. Personally, I don't want delving into those girly talks.

Darn, I can't believe I typed all of those words. Thought of all those ideas. Darn.

I'm getting older, but not any better.

See, I should be solving some Physics problems for our quiz tomorrow. But what am I doing? Typing nonsense. Waiting for time to pass by.

Mica oh please, get on track.

i miss my blog.

i miss myself.

:'(

he came home very happy. his smile almost reached his nape.

he blabbed about how he made it to CEU's swim team. how impressed the coach was. how he outswam his swimmer classmate.

and so i wonder...

is he that good? or do they just lack players and made him an INSTANT CHOICE?
(oh, i am not underestimating my brother).

and again i wonder...

how good are CEU swimmers? are they as good as ours?
(please, please, don't get me wrong).

and again again i wonder...

can i ever join our swim team, equipped with nothing but imperfect backstrokes and floating techniques?

and for the last time i wonder...

will i ever have the guts to wear a swimsuit?

it's hard to bunk on dreams.
it's damn hard to get on each day especially when
every second,
every instance,
every noise,
and
EVERYTHING tells you that..

it just won't happen.

kahapon ang first experiment namin sa General Chemistry. hindi ko lubos akalain na kakabahan pa ako sa paghawak ng mga beakers, flasks, test tubes, burners, droppers at kung anu-ano pa. kung tutuusin 'eh dapat sanay na sanay na ko at egg yolk na lang ang mga ganitong gawain, produkto ba naman ako ng isang science highschool kuno 'eh. pero taliwas ang nangyari. sa sobrang kaba, pati dropper ginamitan ko pa ng aspirator. estupida talaga.

halo-halo, kulo-kulo, hugas-hugas... simple lang naman ang mga gawain para sa first experiment. egg yolk na egg yolk talaga. ang super saya pa dahil feeling ko, super geek na ako. ganda ng outfit ko 'eh: lab gown na amoy National Bookstore at geeky glasses ala Dexter. yun nga lang, ugaling DeeDee ako at sa lahat ng masisinghot ko, Zinc dust pa.

dapat kahapon ko pa nagawa ang post na ito, kaso nga parang nagmumutate yung brain ko sa sobrang sakit. hinala ko talaga yung Zinc yun eh. hindi kasi ako naka-mask kaya yun ang nangyari. tsktsk. karma ito, hindi ko kasi nilagay sa inorganic waste jar yung natira naming Zinc dust. tinapon ko lang sa lavatory. same speed ng light ang balik ng karma ah. high tech.

kung babasahin mo man ito, produkto ito ng Zinc mutated brain ko. ayos ba?


kasabay ng pagsakit ng brain ko kahapon ay ang pagkakita ko sa dalawang schoolmate ko noong elementary. natatandaan ko pa ang mga mukha nila, pero hindi ang pangalan. halos walong taon na rin naman ang nakalipas (wow parang ang tanda ko na) tapos hindi ko pa sila naging kaklase. malamang hindi na nila ako matandaan dahil bigla na lang akong naglaho ng walang paalam. pero ako? tandang-tanda ko sila. special talent ko 'yon eh, natatandaan ko ang itsura ng mga nakakasalamuha ko.

bakit ko nga ba sila napasama sa usaping ito? kasi may bf sila. tama, BF, as in BOYFRIEND. paano ko nasabi? HHWW eh! HOLDING HANDS WHILE WALKING! normal naman yun 'di ba? kolehiyo na kami at siguro, nasa tamang pag-iisip na. pero ano nga ba talaga ang pinaghihimutok ko dito?!

yung dalawang schoolmate ko kasing yon ang natatandaan kong pinakamahihinhin na bata noon. yung tipong mga laging may panyo, hindi naglalaro at may sapin sa likod; tahimik sa klase at hindi naiilista sa NIPS list (hindi ko na matandaan ang ibig sabihin niyan). nauna pa sila sa akin na magka-BF! isipin mo yun! sa katunayan nga eh grade 5 pa lang daw uso na yun, sabi ng bestfriend ko noon. pati nga siya nagkaroon na nung elementary pa lang eh. ang nakakagulantang pa dito, kung sino pa yung mga kaaway namin ang mga nagiging BF nila. hai hai. :p

'eh mica, ba't hindi ka na lang kaya maghanap ng BF para hindi ka naiinggit ng ganyan?

una, ayaw ko ng BF. masaya akong mag-isa. and i'm not bitter about love. kung nasaktan man ako noon, sobrang super limot ko na yun ngayon. kalokohan ang lahat ng nangyari noon. isa siyang malaking JOKE na masarap tawanan 'till death. normal lang na makaramdam ka ng "kilig moments" when your in the puberty stage. part yang ng development (yuck, nagpapaka medically speaking).

pangalawa, hindi ko maimagine ang sarili ko na naglalakad katabi ang isang lalaki na ka-HHWW ko. hindi naman masama yun pero ayoko lang ng idea. tapos my touchy-feely mode pa. i don't take this generally pero karaniwan kasi ng mga nakikita kong may relasyon ay mga PDA. wala lang. nabanggit ko lang.

pangatlo, lagot ako sa ama at lalo na sa lolo ko. kung gustuhin ko mang magkaroon ng BF ngayon, as in now na, hindi puwede dahil yun nga, lagot ako sa dalawang lalaking pinakamahalaga sa buhay ko. o sige ayan, isa na ako dun sa mga taong nagsasabi na, strict ang parents ko 'eh, (plus my lolo)." isa pa, nakapag-set na ang mga naunang henerasyon na walang BF hangga't hindi tapos ng college. kahit sabihin mo pang hello?! iba na ang kultura ngayon kesa noon, standard yun eh. tibay standard. ;P

hindi porke't ayoko ng BF 'eh lesbiana ako ha. sa katunayan nga, sangkaterba ang mga crush ko. kung ililista ko lahat, mas mahaba pa sa combined MRT and LRT lines. hindi naman kataasan ang standards ko sa mga lalaki eh. oo, gusto ko gwapo (sino ba ng ayaw?), pero kahit hindi ka pa masyadong nabiyayaan at there's something about you, eh di solved, instant crush na kita at dagdag ka na sa listahan ko.

isa pa, naniniwala ako dito. sige, libakin niyo, pero ito ang paniniwala ko:

you don't look for love,
love finds you.
you don't wait for love,
love waits for you.

o ha, pwede na ba akong maging love guru?


si Boogie, ang pinakamamahal kong bunsong kapatid ay isang pulitiko in the making na. mukhang magaabugado nga talaga ito 'pag tanda niya. sa kasalukuyan nga ay kumakandidato siya bilang Grade 5 Representative sa school niya. sabi ko vice-president na ang tirahin niya para walang masyadong ginagawa (BI ba?. actually, aksidente lang ang pagkandidato niya. akala daw niya kasi tatakbo, yung unahan sa racing. hindi naman daw sinabi sa kanya na ganun. hai hai, bata nga naman.

kagabi, habang masakit na nagmumutate ang brain ko ay nagpatulong pa siyang mag-gupit ng campaign materials nila. sabi ko bakit siya walang sarili. sabi niya ok lang daw yun. pero yung iba daw may tarpaulin pa. aba aba, ayokong natatalbugan ang kapatid ko kaya ginawan ko din siya ng sarili niyang campaign material.



powerpoint lang yan. hindi ko na kasi kinaya na magbutingting pa ng photoshop. sabi ko sa kanya papagawaan ko siya ng tarpaulin, 'sing laki nung whole body tarps ni Chiz.

at ngayon-ngayon lamang ay nagkukuwento siya ng mga nangyari sa pangangampanya niya kanina. buong pagmamalaki niyang sinabi na sikat na sikat na daw siya sa school nila. lagi daw siyang pinasasayaw dahil part ng gimik nila ang dance showdown. sobrang hit na hit din ang pagpapakilala niya bilang BOOGIE WONDERLAND.

abangan niyo si Boogie Wonderland sa Senado, ang senador na gagawa ng batas na gawing libre ang mga tsokolate... kung kailan may diabetes at ugod-ugod na tayong lahat. :p


currently reading my leakage of HARRY POTTER and the DEATHLY HALLOWS. can't finish page 4. :p

before i delve into chemistry, i want to express that i don't feel any sympathy for Wendy. last night's episode was simply irritating. she just showcased that she had poor breeding. i know that i don't have the right to judge her because it is morally incorrect and because i don't have any idea about her background (except that she was a model, came from a poor family, and was abandoned by her father).

NOTE: i'm not a PBB aficionado.

the problem with Wendy is that first, she can't accept the fact that not everybody in the house would like her for who she really is. she can't accept negative comments about her or about her attitude. she kept on insisting that G-ann was not trustworthy enough, just because she nominated Wendy after saying that Wendy was an older sister to her. Wendy can't simply get it that they are in a competition. and in that competition, one must go before the others. there could only be ONE BIG WINNER.

second, Wendy can't forget other's fault. i remember how G-ann kept on apologizing to Wendy on their girl's night out. i also remember how Wendy accepted that apology. i just don't get it why Wendy keeps on digging that "trust" issue when all was settled. Wendy was drunk last night, feeling so morally molested and all. she was demanding an explanation from G-ann and Bea (i don't get the issue with Bea so i'll leave that) -- why did they treated her like this, like that, when all she did was to trust and love them, so on and so forth. it might be the effect of the alcohol but the issue she kept on insisting was all settled and done.

third, Wendy is the real plastic. she was ranting on the issue of G-ann's "plasticity" but she was the one who's synthetic (from my point of view). G-ann thought that everything was all right between her and Wendy, only to know that it was not. isn't it synthetic that you seem to treat a person normally when your really burning up inside, and all that you really wanted was for that person to be soaked in his/her own blood (this may seem harsh)? she even hugged G-ann good night as part of her synthetic behavior. she said she was doing that in return for G-ann's plasticity.

fourth, Wendy can't just KEEP HER MOUTH SHUT. what irritated me really last night was how she kept on doing some parinig (i can't think of the english term, pardon). she was being so childish! all that parinig started out mild but eventually became "hits below the belt." so foul. FOUL! i would have cried like G-ann if i was in her position. Wendy, doesn't get it that she hurts other's feelings by those statements blaring from her mouth. she thinks that she was hurt and she was the victim when she's actually not!

fifth, Wendy wanted to gain her housemate's sympathy and attention. see how the other housemates ran to her side when she was acting so crazy? and see how she loved it when everybody else listened to her side of the story with the added parinigs? and where was Bruce? hushing good 'ol little Wendy to shut up. Bruce was completely manipulated by Wendy, acting like her puppet. UP ka pa naman dude. UP. former varsity pa. hanu bah..

Wendy doesn't deserve to be this season's Big Winner, what with all the things she did last night. her attitude won't help her win that million pesos and the rest of the prizes. i understand that she was plainly being herself and that what's Pinoy Big Brother is all about. but she should've drawn the line between being real and being stupid.

as for Bruce, i've expected a lot from you. you failed me, Isko. (ayan kasi mica, expect ka ng expect eh..)

as for G-ann and Bea, good job that you did not confront Wendy in that state.

i would like to say sorry to all the fans of Wendy and Bruce. sorry. the link to my commet box is just right there. i permit you to say anything you want to say against this post.

and lastly too..

sorry to all the relatives and close friends of Wendy and Bruce.

lahat naman siguro tayo nagsasabi ng hindi maganda sa kapwa natin. iba't-ibang paraan nga lang ang pageexpress natin. nagkataon lang na dito ko naibunton ang lahat ng inis ko.

i've found it hard to think of those six weird things about me. maybe because i consider myself as a full-grown weirdo. it took me about two weeks to finalize these things. so FINALLY, here's the list. i hope you'll find these weird enough. :D

i've been tagged by joycee, mayee, tric, rachelle, and anna cee.

Each player of this game starts with 6 weird things about you. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says you are tagged in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

1. i collect trash. whether it's a candy wrapper, a piece of paper with a note, a missing part of an object, etc., i'll keep it. i don't know why. they've piled up so much that half of my room is full of trash. i feel so nostalgic everytime i see those things. i laugh whenever i remember the memory connected with that particular item. i still have my burger's packaging when i first went to enchanted kingdom. i lost my ticket.

2. i wear baggy clothes at home. swear, i don't have teeny weeny shirts and shorts. all i have are knee length shorts and t-shirts (no baby tees!) our neighbor before even thought that i was a lesbo! :P well as of the moment, my closet's evolving. i do have some teeny weeny pieces now but i still have my big ones (i still prefer the latter).

3. i can't eat without fish sauce (patis). fish sauce is a staple item in our dining table. maybe because it originated from Malabon (this fact needs some researching), my hometown. so it was normal to see that we use it on every viand we have. it became weird when we transferred to Rizal. they can't believe that i use fish sauce rather than ketchup on hotdogs! i'm being a health buff now so i'm trying my best to avoid it. but i still use it on mechado, adobo, nilaga, indian mango (with added salt please!), sinigang, porkchop...

4. i have constellations on my body. and that's because of MOLES! i only had a big one on my cheek when i was in kinder but now they're already three! connect it and you form a triangle! choose whether you like it to be the summer or the winter's triangle. find some more on my arms and connect the dots.. how i really want to get rid of those clustered melanin!

5. i was part of my highschool's basketball team but i don't know a thing about the PBA, NBA, UAAP, etc. i was part of the team for two years but i can't differentiate the west from the east (the conferences, etc.). i only know specific personalities like Michael Jordan, Kobe Bryant, Dwayne Wade and the like. and i know James Yap too, what with all his exposures with Kris. and CHRIS TIU! i'm hopelessly devoted to him. (what?!)

6. my hands are like snakes. don't get me wrong. i used this simile because they change skin almost every month and it doesn't feel good. if i'm lucky enough, i'll have small blister-like water sacs on my fingers. and if i'm even luckier than ever, they'll pop and make me suffer! it'll form a scab that will me melted with any liquid, even sweat! so i use gloves everytime i take a bath to hasten the healing process (you'll never want to see it as a fresh wound). they're like the most sensitive pair of hands on earth. the skin's so thin you can almost see through it!

i'm gonna tag no one. lipas na 'toh eh. peace. ^^


first day of "irregular" classes yesterday and my day's pretty wasted. i woke up at 5:00 in the morning only to find out that we don't have anything for math 14. psych 101's a little bit fun. but i did not expect our professor to be her. i was expecting anonuevo. we'll see on the following days what she's like. she seems boring to me because she speaks so melodic, like a lullaby cradling me to sleep.

we were asked about that thing interesting about us. and i bragged that i was a magazine cover girl wayback in highschool. note: GIRL SCOUT magazine. well, i found that interesting. :P

art stud's professor is nowhere so i invited over some friends to my classroom (so i thought that was my OWN room). we savored the airconditioner's power. i'll be paying P150 for that anyway.

my italian 10 class is great. i really want to take up french as a language elective but alas, there were no slots available for me. there's a long queue for spanish 10 so i did not dare to pile up the line. there was ONE slot available for this italian class when i approached the RA. he kept convincing me to get it although the time's inconvenient. there's only ONE slot and only ONE me, so i guess i was destined to take up italian.

i love the fact that the language really emphasizes the letter R. every R would be read as /rr/. when i was a kid, it took me weeks to perfect that /rr/ pronunciation. my dad gets irritated because since i learned that, every R that i say would sound /rr/. for example: "close the doorr please." stuffs like that.

i'm loving the language and i'm planning to be really fluent at it. i wish i could go to italy someday. :D


just closed Bob Ong's newest book MAC ART HUR. a very good read. Bob Ong really never fails to amuse me.

"Dalawang dekada ka lang mag-aaral. Kung hindi mo pagtitiyagaan, anak, limang dekada ng kahirapan ang kapalit. Sobrang lugi. Kung alam lang yan ng mga kabataan, sa pananaw ko e walang gugustuhing umiwas sa eskwela.."
- Mang Justo to Noel

the author's proceeds will go to Gawad Kalinga. so buy your copy now! :P

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Mica
March 17
BS Psych, UPD
subdued city, Pilipinas
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"It's hard to wait around for something you know might not happen. But it's harder to give up when you know it's everything you want."

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