material girl. tsk

Im being sshallow once again. idk. I dont know if Im just playing it or thats the real me. I like it
and it makes me happy. Though I decide to slow it down.

at VNC trying several shoes. :))
topshop had their pre holiday sale. 50percent off!

election for barangays

Its election in our barangay. Im actually not aware with the candidates but of course because of parents influences.. hahah


Mom and Dad comparing their ballots like copying seatmates answers on a quiz. wth

the 3 of us survived. :)

I was amaze how hardcore we are in terms of lakwachahan. HAHA.
Sabi its after lunch daw but I arrived at exactly 3pm. A minute before snack time na pala e noh. Queen decided to go home early fortunately. Luckily as a jackpot winner we convince her to walk for a while.. while im having a smell of delicious lugaw. I wanted to eat some but I dunno where to buy one. And SM got it all. a movie ticket, fastfood meal, and ice cream. better than what Ive wanted.

anywhoooo. We watched haunting of molly starring chace crawford ang haley bennet. It was a good thrilling movie. I got cramps when I freaked out. Really. hahahaha. and we're thinking what the three of us look like in that lane whenever theres a terrible scene. I dunno I feel like we're joking but we really got scared.

At the end of the day, we spend the walk with ice cream and we found ourselves walking towards etude. Testing lipstick again and again. :)))

a blog from a survivor in the mendoza hostage taking drama

A blog from a survivor of the Quirino hostage-taking, it’s worth reading.

Postcripts To A BloodBath

Mr. Mendoza was already upset even before he saw on television what the policemen did to his brother. The other tourists who remained inside the bus were complaining. Wei Ji Jiang wanted to go to the bathroom. Dao Chi Yu was hungry and the rest were just groaning and whining like they have forgotten that our lives rest in Mr. Mendoza’s hands.

The hostage taker, as you know him was really nice. He treated us okay and even let the elders and the children leave the bus. He said your policemen treated him unfairly. He was a policeman too and was accused of doing something he had no knowledge of. But your government didn’t listen so he used us to get everyone’s attention.

Things would have never turned for the worst if he didn’t see how his family was dragged out of their house and taken into custody. He was watching the news all the time as we huddled around each other behind the bus. He shouted some words in your language then started shooting in the air. A girl about my age started screaming. Mr. Mendoza demanded her to stop but she didn’t understand English. God, he had to slash her neck with a knife just to put her to rest. Her boyfriend who tried to hit him was shot in the head.

Tension was rising. You can see in his face how scared and confused he was. The bus driver ran away leaving him alone with strangers from a distant land. I can see him walking across the aisle, sometimes pointing his machine gun to one of the tourists. But he tried his best not to hurt us, especially those who really cooperate.

I guess its in your nature not to inflict pain on others unless it was necessary or when madness corrupts your head. I remember him saying that he will free us before sundown and implored us to forget everything when we return home. But his words don’t matter now. The policemen were trying to force their way in, while we all lied down to shield ourselves from bullets. Mister Mendoza blindly shoots at his enemies which I think kept them from rescuing us. I hear sobs under the chairs. Some were even shouting the names of their loved ones even when the air merely eat their words. Kevin Tang tried to escape when the glass door was was shattered, but one shot and he slumped on the floor with blood gushing from his mouth.

Heavy rain pitter-pattered on the rooftop. In old Chinese saying, it means an end to a struggle. Finally, somebody was able to open the escape hatch at the back of the bus. Freedom. But I knew Mister Mendoza was still alive. I knew he was just waiting for a chance to strike back at his enemies. So I told those around me not to escape. Let the authorities come for us instead. Then there was gunfire. He was firing at his enemies with a machine gun. Those who were at the escape hatch fled abandoning us once again. It’s like a nightmare with no end and to wake up means a certain death. Then somebody from outside the bus threw a canister. It forced out a black smoke that is so painful to the eyes and putrid smelling to the nose. People started screaming. We cannot breathe. Some ran in front of the bus but Mister Mendoza warned them of stray bullets. It was too late. One was hit on the head, the other was hit on the shoulders. Bullets were now flying. Its like the authorities thought we were all dead. Mister Mendoza finally admits his mistake and said sorry to everyone, dead or alive. He then ran towards the front of the bus where he would meet his maker. As he passed by my chair with bullets whistling overhead, I clutched my hand on the velvet curtain and wrapped it around my face. All I could think of was to stay alive - for my child who is waiting for me back in Xinjang. I know I will survive,

I will come home.


Bang Lu Min
Survivor, Quirino Bloodbath

thesis updates#2

Im actually updating my work. It has to be done early tomorrow morning. My day should start at exactly 7am, I should be there at national library to research more about my topic in genetics: bacteriophage. Anyway, I still have no idea how will I am going to begin about the background of the study. There are still phrases I should paraphrase and facts and ideas I should include and cite in my papers. I havent started doing paradigm yet at I still dont have a single bibliography. haha. Its my proposal on friday. Gudluck to me. Hell-ooooo fifth year I hate to see you there welcoming me. gosh. I could do this. never say die! =)

concentration. ineed you badly

Its getting worse. I know. I just cant resist all the evil things I know I shouldnt be doing. Things such as fb, plurk,twitter and blog. hohmaygosh, I forgot to mention those things that Im starting to be addicted. Uhmm. chictopia and lookbook.nu are one of the things that is sooo irresistable. I just couldnt find anyway to resist them.

thesis updates#1

I didnt why am I soo proud of myself, imagine I had my draft already done in just one sitting for a night at nakatulog pa ako ng 8hours. WOW. Though I havent printed it yet pero madali na lang yun. So early in the morning im excited to present it to my adviser. College of Science faculty is located at the 6th floor and we have no elevators no escalators no means of transporting way up easily pero I still have the energy. I arrive there at exactly 4:10pm, anyway, weve just finished our long exam in physics so medyo groggy pa ko. Lucky me, hindi pa masyadong busy si maam so nasa good mood pa sya if ever I had my work badly...whatever. Its my turn! yes, kaharap ko na si teacher. hehe. parang bata. Before I greet her a good morning, andame na kaga corrections sa draft ko. Sorry. bute nalang draft talaga sya. From Title page to statement of the problem. Wala ng natiraaaaa. =(

f conscious

lately, ive been very addicted to chictopia and lookbook and lmdu! i super love those people who are never tired of thinking incredibly awesome looks. Im fascinated with harem pants,jumpsuits, wide leg pants and the like. I also love high waisted pants. It always looks classy and classic. I will surely bombard my closet with lots of nude tone, beige and apricots. And black and white stripes are not only for prisoners but it was also welcomed in our 2010 trends. Theyre huge comebacks together with the corsets and flowy/ pleated skirts.

yellow ribbon..

on may 10,2010.. lets vote for noy... lets give him a chance to serve our country. Marami na tayong nabigyan ng maling pagkakataon. Mas makakabuti pa nga na pumili tayo ng hindi ganon katalino, dahil tiyak yan na kapag naupo na sa puwesto ang mga pinagmamalaki nilang karunungan mapapalitan na yan ng katusuhan at kagulangan. Lilinlangin lang tayo ng mga nagpupumilit na tumulong sa ngayon ngunit pababayaan lang tayo pag tapos na ang eleksyon. "We dont need politicians, we need a public servant" ika nga nila.

Hindi ko man alam ang buong storya at malamang sa malamang ay nanghuhusga ako ng hindi mo pinakikinggan ang kabilang panig dahil alam kong ito ang tamang direksyon. Pumili ho tayo ng pangulong walang bahid ng panggugulang at kasinungalingan. Hindi nila kasalanan kung pinanganak silang mayaman, maniwala tayo inaabot nila ang ating mga kamay upang lubos nating maintindihan na posible ang pagbabago. Wag nating sayangin ang ating boto sa isang taong mapagpanggap at pilit na pilit ang kabaitan para makuha ang simpatya ng mahihirap. Kahit ito lang ibalato niyo na kay Noynoy. Manalig tayo, dahil hindi niya sisirain ang pangalan ng kanyang mga magulang dahil lang sa maruming buhay pulitika. Mananatili sya sa tama gaano man kahirap layuan ang mga tukso ng pera at kasakiman.

I never met Noynoy, but I trust him with all my heart. I know that God is with us. May truth and goodness prevail.

a new found..

bags are packed, shoes and socks ready.. but Im hesitating.. what if.. i injured myself or i wake up one morning only to find out that im already late and we'll have a test on our major subject and the hell even make it worse because i didnt open a page of my book.. because.. im busy with my sport life. What the. Paranoid.. so Ive decided to let down my bags, slip on a jelly shoes, get a hand bag and Im good to go. I arrived there at exactly 1130am.. and theyre already playing soccer. they call me PAASA. haha...and there is always a second chances for those who regret their decision.. Im making mine. I would definitely bring my soccer-player-like attire every saturday so I wont miss a moment.

After playing, we decided to watch a movie but its getting late..so we just ate there and non stop chatting..Im falling in love with the group and it really scares me..I just dont love the feeling of someone is left behind. but if Id try to merge my friend with them.. Im afraid they might not like her. And it would just cause me trouble.

I just want this to end....

Or should I say I just wanted to start all over again. Im sick and tired of being alone. Yes, I know, I should be grateful always because my friends are around and they never let a second left for me to feel miserable. I just cant believe that Im still waiting for that impossible thing to happen AGAIN. I took it for granted. And so Im all messed up and Ive nothing to do but to blame myself. I just want this f****** difficulties to end.

jan.06,jan11....january??

happy.soo happy.. it feels like heaven..

herbarium days

I had so much fun when we're just looking for plants anywhere and identify their scientific name. The process gets tiring though but I had to say, I really enjoyed it.

I went to Dangwa with my classmates just to have a beautiful specimen, unique and quite expensive, but I failed to work with the flowers. I cant manage their color, they'd all dried up and after few days it blackened. It got worse when I already found molds growing on it. My gerbera was one of the victims of this bad fungi.. I freaked out when I realized that I also had to wave goodbye to my favorite tulip. It really sucks.yah..

But of course, I couldnt just give up. If I do, then I should expect the bloody-red ink of 5.0 in my class card.

I still have the time so Ive decided I should continue to press flowers. I even went to DOST, UP Diliman and Ateneo to search for these flowers. Luckily, Ive done it smoothly. I ask for some help and they did helped me. Im grateful to those people.

And so the deadline is tomorrow, jan26,10.. Mine is finish and I did it right. I feel accomplished.