tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30303827591276236202024-03-12T17:35:57.301-07:00gutsy shawtz. . .janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04395735163209138567noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030382759127623620.post-86079879400725469122009-12-27T19:18:00.000-08:002009-12-27T19:18:41.781-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="background-color: #e06666; color: #eeeeee; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><i>How much fortune and misfortune did i get this year? Just check out my list:</i></span></b><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">1. passed the DOST scholarship exam (but i did not avail the scholarship at all, regretted doing it later.)</span></i></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">2. passed the UPCAT examination ( should have been in UP Cebu or UP Visayas today)</span></i></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">3. graduated in high school (after 4 years of fun and torture in Siquijor Provincial Science High School)</span></i></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">4. being part of the elite force of the AFROTC (air commando).</span></i></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">5. being a part of NORSU'S official student publication, The NORSUnian, as a newbie writer.</span></i></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">6. being able to participate in the Hugyawan Festival (we were the 5th placer)</span></i></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">misfortune:</span></i></span></b><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">1. just had 3 break-ups (strange i recover so fast).</span></i></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">2. just lost 3 of my phones (one i broke, the other slipped from my pocket, the last was snatched)</span></i></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">3. lost my precious bag (my phone, money, 2 ID'S, <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">load form, notebooks, dull shoes, t-shirt, calculator, powder,etc . was there) </span></i></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">good things:</span> <br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;"><i></i></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> <b>gifts i received this year?</b></span></i></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">1.a t-shirt given by "lolo", my close friend.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">2.a bingo, a cute yellow plastic bear and a toilet brush from cheeno, kuya paul and ate rhina (in our Kris Kringle).<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">3.a black wrist jewelry given by R.J.(some of my friends even want to have it)<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">4.5 black wrist bands from my good friend Jade.</span></span></i></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">5.a cool bag given by Kuya Gian during our Xmas Party in TN (i was very happy, i love sling</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"> bags)<br />
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</div></div>janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04395735163209138567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030382759127623620.post-85218384804886227352009-09-25T00:19:00.000-07:002009-09-25T00:19:36.298-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span><i><span style="background-color: #e06666; color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We Were Getting To Know Each Other</span></i><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: #e06666; color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><i>This special episode of my life all started with a particular line of a certain song "We Were Getting To Know Each Other".</i><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: #e06666; color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><i> I was in my second year highschool then, travelling 10 kilometers or so everyday, from my hometown Lazi to the capital town Siquijor of which our school Siquijor Provincial Scince High School is located I become acquinted with my fellow Lazinians who also happened to be studying in the same school as mine. Some even called me "ate jan" and it felt so awkward sometimes because our ages doesn't really gap but i'm somewhat grateful for the measure of respect. All of us travel by easyride and it is inevitable at times the sharing of jokes and humurous banter as well as some mischief and misconduct.</i><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: #e06666; color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><i>There was this younger fellow of mine, actually I was one year older than him, to whom I spent little precious moments with. We were old friends then. We used to play bike and other childish games when my family is still living near the river in the countryside. Only when we moved into our new home did we stopped being playmates. After that we don't really have had that friendship even though he studies in the same school as mine during elementary. Our acquintance was refreshed when he also begun to study in SPSHS.</i><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: #e06666; color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><i>There's not much excitement at all, at first at least. We were just like ordinary friends, talking, laughing and all until one day something happened that awakened us both to some sort of reality.</i><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: #e06666; color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><i>It was another plain afternoon for me. The ride going home is not much fun because each one of us are dommed in our own silent thoughts. Contrastingly, my two friends, a boy and a girl were engaged into some sort of an interesting conversation. My friend Daphne noticed them and started teasing them, singing the chorus of the song "Getting To Know Each Other". We, my close friend joined in the banter. Because the talking two are seated beside me and my close friend, we started piling some bags between us and the couple so that they can have some sort of privacy. We did not notice that in doing so the two of us are also drawn closer together. Daphne's attention was transferred to us and it was now the two of us to whom she's been dedicating her song. She is saying that we are compatible. The two of us blushed, we haven't even thought of that. Our mind is limited to only being friends but the effect on me, it seems different. I started to think otherwise.</i><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: #e06666; color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><i>I started to be concious of him, to be aware of him I should say. I no longer want to sit beside him because i'm afraid our ridemates would tease us. He too, on the other hand seems to be shy. We barely talked to each other. I noticed him stealing glances on me, his expression wanting to say something. I too, chance some glimpse of him wanting to start a conversation but has no guts to do so. What's holding my tounge back? What's keeping my mouth shut? Is this really something, some sort of crush inside me? What's wrong with him also? Why isn't he talking to me anymore? Is he also shy? Shy about what? Perhaps he feels something towards me too? I don't think so.So, i have to approach him first? No, I'll wait for him to do so. Pride is holding me back and i don't want to lose face.</i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="background-color: #e06666; color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I thought the silent would end soon but to my dismay it streched for months , with an exchange of a word or two between us. There was nothing to talk about, for months it seemed to him. I waited and waited for any sign of cordiality from him but nothig came. What does he want? Is he really intending to waste away our friendship? I can't remember anything that I have done wrong to him. .Until one day I have discovered the reason for his coldness. .(to be continued) </span></i><br />
</div>janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04395735163209138567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030382759127623620.post-45342616427010181252009-09-22T23:47:00.000-07:002009-09-23T00:08:58.503-07:00<div style="background-color: #e06666; color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">ANGEL</span></span></i><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: #e06666; color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">An angel came down from heaven</span></span></i><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #e06666; color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">With wings and a present</span></span></i><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #e06666; color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He came to me for a visit</span></span></i><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #e06666; color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He was my angel</span></span></i><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: #e06666; color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He came to me with open arms</span></span></i><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #e06666; color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He held me in his arms with comfort</span></span></i><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #e06666; color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He was really my angel</span></span></i><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: #e06666; color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Oh, how I love him</span></span></i><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #e06666; color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Oh, how I care for him</span></span></i><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #e06666; color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">My angel, my hero,</span></span></i><br />
</div><div style="background-color: #e06666; color: #f4cccc; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">My everything</span></span></i><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> I've written this poem when i was still in my fifth grade. This was my first poem ever actually.</span></span></i><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I was inspired to write this poem then, because of my crush. . .jeje. .His name is Kennneth Co. He's an amazing guy for me. He's got everything what a little girl like me would dream about, cute, intelligent, sporty. What attracted me most to him is his gentle attitude towards me. i've noticed his special care and it made me feel too confident to think that he has a crush on me too. .that was so silly of me. . .I clearly remembered. . .I stumbled upon a big rock and incidently i almost fell to the ground head on. . Thanks my crush ws there to held me. He was really my saviour. .my angel and that was how my desire for writing a poem begun. . My imaginations begun to run wild. . .I misinterpreted his flattering attention towards me. It was late when I found out that he has a sweetheart. . I was, to him, his precious little sister. .<br />
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</div>janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04395735163209138567noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030382759127623620.post-76186882294324927302009-09-17T04:20:00.002-07:002009-09-17T04:56:31.372-07:00idoolllll....yeh!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VElM2Sa1bkI/SrIgeDHqOSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/r0DkyQrXXQQ/s1600-h/taylor.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382400205266762018" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VElM2Sa1bkI/SrIgeDHqOSI/AAAAAAAAAAw/r0DkyQrXXQQ/s320/taylor.jpeg" style="float: right; height: 108px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 145px;" /></a><b><b>Taylor Swift — You Belong With Me </b></b><br />
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You're on the phone with your girlfriend<img alt="" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Journal/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" /><br />
She's upset.<br />
She's going off about something that you said<br />
'Cuz she doesn't get your humor like I do...<br />
I'm in the room<img alt="" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Journal/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" /><br />
It's a typical Tuesday night<br />
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like<br />
And she'll never know your story like I do'<br />
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But she wears short skirts<br />
I wear T-shirts<br />
She's cheer captain<br />
And I'm in the bleachers<br />
Dreaming about the day when you wake up<br />
And find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time<br />
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If you could see that I'm the one who understands you<br />
Been here all along so why can't you see<br />
You belong with me<br />
You belong with me<br />
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Walk in the streets with you and your worn-out jeans<br />
I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be<br />
Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself<br />
Hey isn't this easy<br />
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And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town<br />
I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down<br />
You say your fine<br />
I know you better then that<br />
Hey whatcha doing with a girl like that<br />
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She wears high heels<br />
I wear sneakers<br />
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers<br />
Dreaming about the day when you wake up<br />
And find that what what you're looking for has been here the whole time<br />
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If you could see that I'm the one who understands you<br />
Been here all along so why can't you see<br />
You belong with me<br />
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Standing by and waiting at your back door<br />
All this time how could you not know<br />
Baby...<br />
You belong with me<br />
You belong with me<br />
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I remember you drivin' to my house in the middle of the night<br />
I'm the one who makes you laugh<br />
When you know you're about to cry<br />
And I know your favorite songs<br />
And you tell me about your dreams<br />
I think I know where you belong<br />
I think I know it's with me...<br />
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Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you<br />
Been here all along<br />
So why can't you see<br />
You belong with me<br />
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Standing by and waiting at your back door<br />
All this time<br />
How could you not know<br />
Baby you belong with me<br />
You belong with me<br />
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You belong with me<br />
Have you ever thought just maybe<br />
You belong with me<br />
You belong with<br />
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You belong with me...janethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04395735163209138567noreply@blogger.com0