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Name: Chassagne
Birthday: 2/18/1992
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Saturday, August 23, 2008

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I was about to permanently erase this account from the cyberworld but I couldn't. There's just too much here.


Saturday, July 26, 2008

Sarcasm

Ang saya sa dorm namin ni Mia! Marami kasi kaming kasamang mga dorm mates tapos marami ring activities. Meron din kaming TV kaya lagi akong updated sa mga balita. Grabe, ayaw ko na ngang lumipat eh! Sobrang saya talaga kasama ng mga dorm mates namin! Tapos sa apartment namin, walang lumalabas na mga ipis pag gabi! Kaya nga laging panatag ang pagtulog ko eh. Isa pa, sobrang lapit ng dorm namin sa UP kaya pagdating ko sa klase ko, wala ako ni isang patak ng pawis saka fresh na fresh pa ako! Masarap ding tumira sa dorm namin kasi walang mga pusa na nagkakalkal ng mga basura namin kaya wala kaming winawalis araw-araw. Sobrang saya ko talaga sa dorm namin. Hindi nga ako nagmamadaling makauwi tuwing Friday eh.

Fak. I hate my apartment.


Go ahead and laugh, you morons.


 Last Tuesday night, I tried something new. I went to church, a Born-Again church to be specific. They had a freshman welcome shindig and I was kind of invited. So I went.

After the program, we were asked to fill out a form and the at the bottom part, we had to write our prayer  requests. I wrote "wisdom and world peace."

People read my plea for world peace and started mocking me.

"Yesss naman! Miss Universe! World peace!"
"Wow namaaaan! Nosebleed ako sa world peace mo!"
"Shet, ambait, world peace! Plastic mo!"

What the hell is so funny about praying for world peace? Why is it that when people ask for world peace, the initial reaction is mockery or the thought of a beauty pageant?

I do not pray very often. In fact, I do not pray at all. The last time I prayed was three weeks ago in the adoration chapel of Quiapo Church (because when inside a church, one is expected to actually pray). Included in my prayer were: happiness for my family, forgiveness for my sins and for the sins of my family, wisdom for school, help for my 'diet', my other family members, and all my other problems.

That was  just half of my prayer.

The other half is for the world. I pray for the Philippines and its development, I pray for the hungry and suffering children, particularly those in Africa, I pray for goodness, for wisdom for those influenced by evil, for the poor, I pray for the Earth (global warming and other what-nots), and I pray for WORLD PEACE.

It may come as a surprise to you but I do pray (my father sometimes calls me erehes and anti-Christ and my friends would never think of the word religious in describing me). The very few times I pray I pray for the whole world. I pray with my whole heart because it's the only thing I can do to help.

I get so pissed when some people learn about the content of my prayers and all they say is:

"Weh, di nga?"
"Sus, corny mo."
"Hala, nakakatawa!"

Imbeciles*. Palibhasa ang nilalaman ng mga dasal ninyo ay puro sa inyo lang. Unlike you, airheads, I AM NOT SHALLOW. There is way more to me than you think. Your knowledge is limited to those you read in books. Mine is vast like you cannot imagine.

*An imbecile, in my opinion, is someone who eats something enclosed in a nonbiodegradable container and just tosses his trash around like the whole world is his garbage can and someone who takes delight in his increasing riches while others are dying of hunger.

If you think praying for world peace is hilarious, then you might find the following even funnier.

african child
A malnourished African child. Hahaha??

poverty_india11
The poor. Classic comedy??

earth_skull_1
The rapid death of our home. Is this what you call humor??

war_dead_1
The face of a soldier who died during the war while you were laughing at the idea of world peace.

A reminder for you idiots: Think twice before releasing a laugh from that hole in your face. Think: Should I really laugh or be scared?


Thursday, July 24, 2008

Eets uh lat a faaan.


My day started bad. I woke up only to realize that I have already missed my first class. It's my first absence of the semester. I woke up late because I forgot to set the alarm because I was preoccupied because I had a bad day because I failed a biology test because I did not read in advance because I was too tired because I went to a Christian church because I wanted to be a better Christian (well actually I am Catholic). Because, because, because. So I hurriedly jumped  out of bed. And  after a quick shower I went to  my second class class (almost late) sweating like a construction worker, as though I haven't showered at all. I haven't had breakfast so I was starving the whole time.

So there you have it. My day started baaad.

After my third class, I went back to the apartment because I had 4 hours off before  my last class. So I did the laundry. Just as  I was about to hang my clothes, it started raining.

Not only was my morning bad, my afternoon was, too.


Fifteen minutes  before four o'clock, I started walking to the CAS Annex Auditorium. My Humanities class was postponed today as we were required to be audience to a symposium entitled: iWrite, iBlog, iFilm (something  like that). I got there sweating as I tried to be there on time only to learn that the symposium was postponed for an hour. The guest speaker wasn't there yet. So I sat in the airconditioned auditorium waiting for my sweat to dry. Cough, Colds, TB, Pneumonia, DEATH. Good thing I brought my Jessica Zafra.

Not only was my whole day bad,  my night ought to be bad as well.

Finally the symposium started after an hour and fifteen  minutes of waiting. The first speaker was a sophomore.  He's a blogger and he won in a national blog award (the ones you read about in the papers). His blog, Utak-Gago won fifth. So he  spoke about blog, blogging, etc. His current blog is menthol-guy.com

There was a dance performance. It was awesome.

The second guest speaker (who caused the postponement) arrived. The hostess introduced him and when she said his name I turned into stone. Only half of the audience reacted happily as the other half, surprisingly, had no idea who he was. My excitement was to the extent that I got teary-eyed,  not because I got emotional but simply because I was excited, and I started shrieking. He talked about film making. He was really, really funny. And cute. Well not he-so-pogi cute but adorkable. Adorable dork. Haha. He talked for about 20 minutes and the whole time I just stared at him in amazement. I was  in a state of pure bliss, nirvana, emotional orgasm, whatever you want to call it. I was happy.

God, it was Ramon Bautista.

So, my day ended really well. Really, really well.

As a tribute, I am not eating tonight and not bingeing tomorrow.


Sunday, July 20, 2008

FreeRice.Com

I read about this featured website in Reader's Digest. It's called FreeRice and it's a vocabulary test of some sort. Every word you get right, they donate 20 grains of rice through the UN Food Program. As of this moment, I have donated 140 grains of rice to the world (hey, I just started 5mins ago).

Come to think of it, why make our brains hurt when they ae going to donate it anyway? And how much difference does 20 grains make, huh? The 140 grains I have donated would probably only be a spoonful. How many words do I have to get right to donate a kilo? It seems hard but I like the idea. I think (get ready, here comes cheezy) that whoever thought of this program is trying to tell us that we CAN help and make a difference. Very small it may seem but after some time it creates change. Oha! Kung sa bagay, 20 and 20 makes 40 AND 40 and 40 makes 80, so on.

Click this to help end hunger. :)

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