tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60383136442783582632024-02-20T11:41:43.533-08:00I think.OPINIONS OF A NAIVE SEVENTEEN-YEAR-OLD FULL OF TEEN ANGST.Jude Dude! Judith Kulit! Juditot?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07365055688135106464noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038313644278358263.post-25327357491899311222009-05-29T08:17:00.001-07:002009-05-29T08:17:55.309-07:00Take a good laugh at Miss Know-It-All, the joke is on her.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:6;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">DISCLAIMER: may mga, hehehe, tangang bagay na laman. </span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><br />Ako si <span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Miss Know-it-All</span>. Aminado ako sa pagmamarunong ko sa maraming bagay pero never akong naging si Miss Perfect. Alam ko ang mga bagay na tama at mga bagay na mali pero kahit kelan hindi ko sinunod lahat ng tama at iniwasan lahat ng mali.<br /><br />Ako si <span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Miss Pride</span>. Ang pride kong nagmimistulang Skyscraper <span style="font-style: italic;">noon</span>...ay parang binombang Twin Towers <span style="font-style: italic;">ngayon</span> --<span style="font-weight: bold;"> bagsak</span>. Sa tingin ko kaya ko na magbaba ng pride ngayon. Kaya ko naman noon eh, pero mas kaya ko na ngayon.<br /><br />Ako si <span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Miss Stupid</span>. Tanga akong tunay. Hindi ko nga naman kasi ginagamit ang utak ko. Pero ang naging kasalanan ko lang ay ang hindi pagtago sa emotions ko at ang hindi pagpigil sa nararamdaman ko. Pero kahit na tanga pa rin akong tunay.<br /><br />Ako si <span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Miss Crybaby</span>. Iyakin ako.. patay tayo dyan. Pero alam kong lahat ng iniyakan ko ay worth the tears. Bakit? Una ay ang tears of joy na dala ng mga kaibigan ko at pangalwa ang tears of...uhm...pain...na dala ng mga taong importante sa'kin. Hindi kita iiyakan kung hindi ka importante sa'kin. Kung hindi kita tanggap at kung kaya kitang mawala.<br /><br />Ako si <span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;">Miss Assuming at Miss Feeling</span>. Madalas akong maniwala lang sa nararamdaman ko, alam ko at sinabi sa'kin. Observant ako, pero minsan hanggang pag-o-observe na lang at hindi na nagtatanong.<br /><br />Ako si <span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Miss Laitera</span>. Kung makukulong lang ang mga lintik manlait sa mundo siguro death na ang sentence ko. Tamaan na ng swine flu ang mga tumatanggi na never silang nanlait ng ibang tao. Kupal ka man o hindi, nakapanlait ka na rin, one way or another.<br /><br />Ako si <span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;">Miss Tough</span>. Usually, wala akong pakelam sa sinasabi ng iba tungkol sa'kin. Sa tingin ko ang lalala nalang sa mga nasabi na sa'kin <span style="font-style: italic;">(tanga, bobo, pu**ng*n*, etc)</span> ay ang <span style="font-weight: bold;">MA-L</span>. Eh wala rin naman akong pakelam kahit sabihan mo ako ng ganan kasi virgin ako. Turo ko nalang sa'yo sino ang ganyan. <span style="font-style: italic;">(haha)</span> Sinasabi ko before, <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"no one can control me."</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">(alam ng mga kaibigan ko 'yan)</span> Hindi nila ako napipilit sa bagay na ayaw ko..at hindi nila ako napipigilan sa bagay na gusto ko. Hindi rin ako na-a-apektuhan ng mga lalaking cheber dati kasi sabi ko, <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"men are becoming predictable."</span> Stand ko pa rin ang <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I AM WHO I AM and I WILL ONLY CHANGE FOR MYSELF and NOBODY ELSE. </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ako 'to. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Take it</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">or Leave it.</span></span><br /><br />Ako si <span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Miss Always Right</span>. Lagi akong tama sa mga sinasabi ko before. Mula sa tamang pagkain hanggang sa pagpili ng boyfriend ng kaibigan. Tama ako sa mga haka-haka ko at mga palagay ko pagdating sa ibang tao. At tama rin ako ng sinabi kong ako ay isang ingredient for mass chaos.<br /><br />Ako si <span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Miss Independent</span>. Sampung taon akong walang magulang sa tabihan. Kahit andyan si Lola. Iba pa rin ang magulang. Salamat kay Lola sa lahat ng katarayan ko. <span style="font-style: italic;">(haha) </span>Miss Independent kasi mahirap mag-aral ng walang mapagtanungan. Mahirap ma-in love ng walang mapagsabihan na talagang pianagdaanan na ang ma-in love. Mahirap mag-college ng walang makausap sa bahay. Mahirap ang walang kasamang magulang. Mahirap mag-budget.<br /><br />Ako si <span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Miss Trouble</span>. Lapitin ng gulo, lapitin ng away. Muntik na masuspend. Muntik ng mablotter. Nakapagpaiyak ng magulang ng iba. Nakapagpaiyak ng kaklase. Nangupal ng karapdapatan kupalin. Nangupal ng mga kapwa kupal. Na-office at naka-away ang teacher. Nangopya at nagpakopya. Nakipagsagutan sa Lola, teacher, boyfriend at kaibigan. Lapitin ng gulo. Kasi ako na mismo ang gulo.<br /><br />Ako si <span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;">Miss Honest</span>. Honest ako sa feelings at thoughts ko. 'Pag naisip ko, isipin ko ng konti kung dapat ko ba sabihin o hindi tapos sasabihin ko na agad 'pag gusto ko sabihin. Minsan umaabot sa point na wala na akong pakelam sa iisipin ng iba. <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">NATATAE AKO, PAKE MO BA?</span></span><br /><br />Ako si <span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Miss Low-Self-Esteem</span>. Nawala...nawala ang tiwala sa sarili.<br /><br /><br />Kung ikaw ba ang sasabihan ng lahat ng 'yan, masasaktan ka?<br />Ako, <span style="font-weight: bold;">hindi</span>. Kadalasan naman totoo kasi 'yang mga 'yan.<br />Mas nasaktan/nasasaktan/masasaktan ako sa idea na ako ang dahilan ng hindi ko malamang origin na hatred ng iba o kaya naman ako ang nagpapalakas ng apoy ng hatred ng iba o kaya naman ako ang gumulo ng buhay ng iba. Pero wait, gumulo ng buhay ng iba? Natatawa na nga lang ako dati sa ganan. <span style="font-style: italic;">Pero, ngayon, hindi ko alam ba't....apektado ako sa'yo.</span><br /><br /><br />Masaya ako ngayong college. Ang daming friends. At nakilala ko rin kung sino ang true friends. Pero ang dami ko palang hindi kinakausap/nakakausap na mga tao. Kahit masaya ako ngayong college, hindi ko mapigilang isipin ang High School life ko. Masaya kami dun sa SHSI. Namimiss ko sina...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Charm.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Christian.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ian.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sarah.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Monch.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Roedd.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Roldan.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Daddi Allen.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Herdie.</span><br /><br />at marami pang iba.<br />Marami na masyadong nangyari..<br />Masaya ako ngayong College, oo, phase lang siguro 'to.<br />Matatapos din naman 'to diba?<br />Magiging normal ulit.<br /><br /><br /><br />Kahit nuk-nukan ako ng tanga, hindi ako 'yung tipo ng tao na hindi matatanggap ang isang kaibigan dahil sa past n'ya. Hindi naman impotante sa'kin 'yun. Mas importante ang ngayon.<br />Mas importante kung sino ang naging ikaw dahil sa past mo. Naging prostitute ka man dati, 'wag mo nalang hahawahan ng STD <span style="font-style: italic;">(kung meron man)</span> ang mga kaibigan natin. <span style="font-style: italic;">(haha..tanga mo, Jud/e!)</span><br /><br />Kahit sak-sakan ako ng katanga, masasabi kong kaibigan ako. Hindi ko kayang magtapon ng friendship kung ang issue ay between you and me lang. Pero saktan mo ang kaibigan ko, ikaw na mismo ang itatapon ko.<br /><br />Magkatampuhan man tayo..pag bumalik na sa normal asahan mong mas matibay ang friendship natin. Ganun ako. Hindi ako nangiiwan sa ere.<br /><br />Ikaw naman, kaibigan <span style="font-style: italic;">(this goes for all people)</span>, 'wag mo akong i-judge (<span style="font-style: italic;">this still goes for all people)</span> unless you were in my shoes, which will never fit you.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hindi ako humihingi ng pasensya sa pagiging honest ko.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hindi ako humihingi ng pasensya sa mga desisyon ko.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Humihingi ako ng pasensya kasi nasaktan ka sa mga sinabi ko.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm sorry...pero</span> <span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 153); color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I love you :(</span>Jude Dude! Judith Kulit! Juditot?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07365055688135106464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038313644278358263.post-1980923223070844232009-05-12T07:25:00.000-07:002009-05-12T07:27:51.507-07:00Ewan<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Tanga lang talaga siguro ako.<br />sige I'll try my best to make this the last time you'll ever make me feel lonely.<br />alam ko I already said this before.<br />but I am trying my best. :)<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">makachever na nga :p</span><br /><br /></span>Jude Dude! Judith Kulit! Juditot?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07365055688135106464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038313644278358263.post-51044222702232498022009-05-05T11:09:00.001-07:002009-05-05T11:09:50.635-07:00NO GOWNS ON MY BDAY! ARRIVE NAKED!My Y!M conversation with Mommy :)<br /><br /><br /><br />JUDITHKULIT ^^ (5/6/2009 1:43:37 AM): mommy.<br /><br />punzalanarlene (5/6/2009 1:45:13 AM): what's up? nag-aaral ka bang mabuti? what do you want for your b-day?<br /><br />JUDITHKULIT ^^ (5/6/2009 1:45:26 AM): umuwi po kayo:D<br /><br />punzalanarlene (5/6/2009 1:45:44 AM): what do you mean umuwi saan<br /><br />JUDITHKULIT ^^ (5/6/2009 1:45:55 AM): umuwi dito. haha!:))<br /><br />punzalanarlene (5/6/2009 1:46:49 AM): luka-luka, malapit na yon, wag ka mainip. Everything has a reason, magdasal ka lang palagi. Sumisimba ka ba every Sunday?<br /><br />JUDITHKULIT ^^ (5/6/2009 1:48:11 AM): opo<br />JUDITHKULIT ^^ (5/6/2009 1:48:32 AM): hehehe. wala naman ako gusto sa bday ko. pero akala ko po pupunta raw pong Hong Kong?<br /><br />punzalanarlene (5/6/2009 1:57:27 AM): OO, e-mail me the itinerary so I can plan the budget, ok. It has to be first week of June or second week. Hindi pwede ngayong May, ok.<br /><br />JUDITHKULIT ^^ (5/6/2009 1:58:12 AM): hehe.Opo. June 9 po ang start of our classes. hmm. I have one week na vacation.. REAL vacation.<br /><br />punzalanarlene (5/6/2009 1:59:07 AM): ok, my meeting is about to start, I have to sign off, otherwise they can monitor I'm on the internet for a lnog time, lalong wala kang Hong Kong , ok. Take care, I love you. Take care of Justine.<br /><br />JUDITHKULIT ^^ (5/6/2009 1:59:24 AM): love you too:D opo :D<br /><br /><br />**who said I really wanted money for my birthday? it was just second to them coming home. It's just that getting money from them is much possible than them going home. sad. but o well, reality is harsh.**Jude Dude! Judith Kulit! Juditot?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07365055688135106464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038313644278358263.post-63540824470313780482009-05-02T21:19:00.000-07:002009-05-02T21:22:13.855-07:00"Naw yu noh" - Manny Pacquiao [Labyu PACMAN! XD]<div style="text-align: center;">Nag-e-emo ang kapatid ko. Gustong panoorin 'yung mga mama na naglalagay ng tiles at nagaayos ng CR namin. Tumatahimik lang s'ya 'pag hinahayaan ko s'yang makipindot sa laptop kong si <span style="font-style: italic;">Mga Kasiyahan</span>.<br /><br />Ayoko talaga mag-asawa.<br /></div>Jude Dude! Judith Kulit! Juditot?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07365055688135106464noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038313644278358263.post-38843195072871257062009-05-02T21:10:00.000-07:002009-05-02T21:11:15.301-07:00Sunday Bloody SundayBefore mag-1 AM nag-goodnight-an na kami ni Xiao. Pero wala, talagang 'di pa ako inaantok at makulit pa rin ako. So nagkulitan lang kami sa Friendster na ginawa na naman naming chat room at sa <a href="http://iskolarngprimelink.blogspot.com/">Blog n'ya</a> na katumbas lang din ang kakulitan. Hanggang mga 2 AM siguro 'yon at n'ong narealize ko na sisimba nga pala ako ng 7:30 AM sabi ko sa sarili ko tutulog na 'ko. [O ayun, Judith, nag-monologue ka na naman!]<br /><br />So natulog na nga ako at gumising ng 6:30 AM para maligo. Actually, bago ako naligo binuksan ko muna ang laptop kong si <span style="font-style: italic;">MGA KASIYAHAN</span> at sumagot muna ako sa mga tao [by <span style="font-style: italic;">mga tao</span> I mean Xiao. haha.]<br /><br />Umalis kami ng bahay ng 7 AM papuntang Saint Therese. Syempre naka-earphones ako habang nagkkwento si lola ng mga bagay na wala naman talaga akong pakialam kaya ang reaction ko lang laging tango at 'pag nagtanong s'ya sasagutin ko.<br />Note: Masama kung masama, ganan din kaya s'ya sa'kin. Quits.<br /><br />Nasa Saint Therese na kami after mga 20 minutes siguro at nakaupo na kami. 'Di kami naguusap. Na ka u po lang talaga. Maya-maya, kinulbit ako ni lola, nakangiti s'ya at sinabing, "Baliktad pala ang damit ko." Oo, nasa harapan n'ya ang dapat nasa likod. Panalo talaga 'tong si lola. Comedy kasama. Ngumiti nalang ako n'on at sinabing sasamahan ko s'ya sa CR pero hindi na raw, s'ya nalang daw. Natatawa s'ya sa sarili n'ya n'on. <span style="font-style: italic;">JUSMIO</span>, lola.<br /><br />Matatapos na ang mass at lumipat na kami sa likod na part ng simbahan ng may dumaang dalwang teenager na naka<span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;" >SUPERHIGHHEELS</span>. Mukha silang mas bata kesa sa'kin. Masama talaga ang tingin ko dun sa high heels kasi mukha silang trying hard at social climber. Napansin kong tiningnan din pala ni lola ang mga high heels na ito. 'Di talaga pinapalampas ni lola ang mga ganito. Winner.<br /><br />Pagkatapos ng mass pumunta kami sa McDo para magbreakfast. Wala naman nangyaring funny except when sumisigaw si lola from the counter to our table. It never fails. Kahit saang Food Chain or restaurant kami nadon eh lagi s'yang sumisigaw para i-confirm ang gusto kong orderin. Gusto ko man ako nalang ang umorder eh hindi rin s'ya papayag dahil wala naman akong Senior Citizen card.<br /><br />Pagkatapos namin kumain lumabas na kami, nagpaalam s'ya sa brod ni lolo na nakasabay namin kumain sa McDo tapos naglakad na kami para sumakay ng Jeep. Pagkasakay namin ng jeep may mamang kuskos ng kuskos ng kamay sa pantalon n'ya. AS IN. Siguro mga more than 20 times n'yang ginawa 'yun. Hindi ko alam bakit pero nabother ako, at napansin kong nabother din si lola. Tinitigan n'ya ang mamang walang malay. Wala s'yang kaalam alam na pinapatay na s'ya figuratively ng tingin ng lola ko.<br /><br />Sunday is bonding day talaga with lola. Nakikichismis s'ya sa mga crush ko, mga kabarkada ko, mga prof ko, at iba pang mga kailangan pagchismisan ng mag-ina. Para ko na talagang nanay si lola. <span style="font-size:100%;">OWEL.</span><br /><br />Nga pala, may pinatay na Journalist sa Zimbabwe<span style="font-family: lucida sans unicode,lucida;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> for commiting journalism</span></span>. Yes naman. At least 125 journalist ang nakakulong ngayon all-over the world and may 400 na atang napapatay na mga journalist this past decade. So, ano, Judith, DevJourn pa?<br /><br />Nasa Vegas parents ko ngayon, nanood ng laban ni Pacquiao. Na sabi nila eh...corny raw dahil 2nd round palang over na. <span style="font-family: comic sans ms;font-size:100%;" >LOL.</span>Jude Dude! Judith Kulit! Juditot?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07365055688135106464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038313644278358263.post-44447627280054636152009-05-02T03:21:00.000-07:002009-05-02T03:32:56.655-07:00Wala ako magagawa.I'm not mad at the world. Heck, I don't even have enemies. [I think]<br /><br />I just gotta stick to what he said. I've got this strong personality that a few can handle. So, Judith, take it easy. If they can't handle you they're not worth the time.<br />If they can't understand you then they can never acquire anything from you. That's just how it is.Jude Dude! Judith Kulit! Juditot?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07365055688135106464noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038313644278358263.post-46617988834790652182009-05-02T02:28:00.000-07:002009-05-02T05:44:17.378-07:00Frustration over obsession of perfectionSurely you've heard Mariah Carey sing her lungs out.<br />but this shocked me..<br /><br />Mariah Carey is an Alto.<br /><br />Okay, I maybe overreacting. SORRY. But during my high school days I belong to the Sopranos in our school choir and suddenly I find out that Mariah Carey, the lady who whistled through people's hearts, is an Alto. What right do I have to be a soprano? HAHA. Okay this is definitely OVERREACTING.<br /><br />Anyway, what would I like to write about today? It's only Saturday and I already miss my friends. *sigh*<br /><br />I'm listening to this song entitled <span style="font-style: italic;">The Way I Am</span> which was sung by <span style="font-style: italic;">Ingrid Michaelson</span>.<br /><br />Let me introduce you to the song first.<br /><br /><br /><center><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jJOzdLwvTHA&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jJOzdLwvTHA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object></center><br /><br /><br />The song is cute even though the lyrics are a bit predictable but let's skip the musicality shit and get on with the message.<br /><br />"if you were falling then I will catch,<br />if you need a light i'd find a match..<br />'cause I love the way you say good morning,<br />and you take me the way i am.."<br /><br />If you have seen the music video of this song it shows a girl stuck with a bunch of, well, relatively, freaky-looking clowns. In this world of clowns, she is considered as a freak -- because she does not look like most of them -- clowns. [Gawd, please. Why clowns?]<br />Just as I watched the video it demonstrated exactly how wicked our world is. Truly this girl will be madly in love with this guy whom she thinks <span style="font-style: italic;">takes her the way she is</span>. Why? In this cruel world, people hardly ever stop to look at you. I mean LOOK at you. We merely just SEE them as this normal-looking creature who bears no interesting knowledge. As expected she would really be in love with this guy whom she thinks <span style="font-style: italic;">takes her the way she is</span> because it is rare to meet people who would gladly do so. We are way to judgmental, admit it or not.<br /><br />So she is a freak.. so she is not normal to <span style="font-style: italic;">them</span>. Now we see how one can say if a person is <span style="font-style: italic;">NORMAL</span> or <span style="font-style: italic;">NOT-SO-NORMAL</span>. Who dictates who's normal and who's not? Of course the majority of a region's population. <span style="font-style: italic;">MAJORITY WINS</span>.<br /><br />For a society who convinces themselves everyday that <span style="font-style: italic;">"Nobody is perfect"</span>, we are pretty much obsessed with perfection. Which makes us feel frustrated if we can't achieve what we consider <span style="font-style: italic;">PERFECT</span>.<br /><br />Perfect.<br />Perfection.<br />I believe it is actually relative.<br />I just hope people will stop stressing themselves trying so hard to be everyone's favorite person 'cause that just won't really happen anyway.Jude Dude! Judith Kulit! Juditot?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07365055688135106464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038313644278358263.post-50245536233331488222009-04-19T08:57:00.000-07:002009-04-19T08:58:38.248-07:00"Save me." -baby seals<div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="iamjudith" author_possessive="iamjudith's"><div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="unknownfil" author_possessive="unknownfil's"><div style="font-family: arial,helvetica;" id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="dustinkasilag" author_possessive="dustinkasilag's"><div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="wankatoot" author_possessive="wankatoot's"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">How would you like it to be whacked hard over the head as a "sport"!?</span></h2><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://tuleni.hit.bg/image001.jpg" /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://tuleni.hit.bg/image002.jpg" /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://tuleni.hit.bg/image003.jpg" /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://tuleni.hit.bg/image004.jpg" /><br /></span></p><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Norway and Canada have a new kind of tourism. Killing baby seals. They call it a "sport".</span></h2><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://tuleni.hit.bg/image006.jpg" /><br /></span></p><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">You want to call this a sport ?</span></h2><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /> </span></p><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Is he a sportsman?</span></h2><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://tuleni.hit.bg/image007.jpg" /><br /></span></p><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Why?</span></h2><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://tuleni.hit.bg/image008.jpg" /><br /></span></p><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></h2><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">You're our only hope !!!</span></h2><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://tuleni.hit.bg/image009.jpg" /><br /></span></p><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">This barbarism shouldn't be possible in our society.</span></h2><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://tuleni.hit.bg/image010.jpg" /><br /></span></p><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></h2><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Don't turn your back on us, we are defenseless</span></h2><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://tuleni.hit.bg/image012.jpg" /><br /></span></p><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I know these images seem painful for you, but we feel the pain. </span></h2><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">We are being slaughtered and its going on RIGHT NOW...</span></h2><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://tuleni.hit.bg/image013.jpg" /><br /></span></p><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">What gives him the right to kill us? </span></h2><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Who is he to decide about life and death?</span></h2><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://tuleni.hit.bg/image014.jpg" /><br /></span></p><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">What kind of sport is this?</span></h2><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> I didnt harm anyone. I was just swimming around..</span></h2><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></h2><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://tuleni.hit.bg/image015.jpg" /><br /></span></p><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></h2><h2 style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Please help me and my friends...</span></h2><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://tuleni.hit.bg/image017.jpg" /><br /></span></div><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></h2><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">You cant just ignore these images.. </span></h2><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Keeping silent and doing nothing makes you guilty...</span></h2><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://tuleni.hit.bg/image019.jpg" /><br /></span></p><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></h2><h2 style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Please help us</span></h2><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://tuleni.hit.bg/image020.jpg" /><br /></span></div><h2 style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Please dont leave us alone...</span></h2><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://tuleni.hit.bg/image021.jpg" /><br /></span></div><h2 style="margin: 0px; text-align: center; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 32px;"><span class="Apple-style-span">STOP THE KILLING OF SEALS</span></span></h2><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://tuleni.hit.bg/image022.jpg" /><br /></span></div><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></h2><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">You can make a statement by<br />reposting this to get as many people as you can<br />to repost this.<br />Bring these murderers to the attention<br />of world leaders.<br />Thank you!!!!</span></h2><p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://tuleni.hit.bg/image023.jpg" /><br /><br /></span></p><h2 style="margin: 0px; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Please continue spreading and posting this link around.</span></h2></span></span></span> </div> </div> </div> </div>Jude Dude! Judith Kulit! Juditot?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07365055688135106464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038313644278358263.post-70584598439739565662009-04-08T08:54:00.000-07:002009-04-08T08:58:06.665-07:00it's just emotions taking me over...<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">"<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">How</span></span> do know you that it's love?"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">"What else would it be? Infatuation? <span style="font-weight: bold;">There are things you wouldn't do just because of infatuation.</span>"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">"How do <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">you</span> </span>differentiate them?"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">"Infatuation is silly, childish. Based on ego or desire for personal gain. It is temporary and shallow. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Love is when you start wishing that you and your guy played Satine and Christian in Moulin Rouge but this time you dream for the play to last <span style="font-size:180%;">forever</span>.</span>"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">"You speak like <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">life's a big fairytale</span></span>. You make it sound so easy. Na parang nagbabasa lang ng libro."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">"<span style="font-size:6;">Kaya lang naman nagiging complicated yan eh dahil everybody is afraid to fall</span>."<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">So it's 3:10am and I can't sleep. I know sinanay ko kasi ang sarili ko na matulog ng late. RAWR. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">"kamusta na? Andyan ka pa? Wala na yata magagawa kundi tumawa..."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Mata | Mojofly</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Do you believe that emoticons and smileys are used to HONESTLY show how people feel?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">People said I have a nice smile but it seems to be a threshold of secrets.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">My smiles were never fake, I tell you. They never were. But sometimes they serve as cover.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">"So you invade my sleep and confuse my dreams.."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Stuck On You | Paramore</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Don't feel bad. Quits lang. Remember?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;">"Should I give up or should I just keep on chasing pavements even if it leads no where?"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Chasing Pavements | Adele</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">So, how do you build up confidence after a darn stupid trip?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">"You are my sweetest downfall..."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Samson | Regina Spektor</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">I might be falling for him without him knowing that his gravity is really pulling me down.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">My heart's been beating a different, nervous, lonely beat since I've encountered him and his witty remarks. My heart's been painfully working for my body even though it's hurt and weak. It has been faithful and loyal. I'm scared. I don't know what it is but I'm scared.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">"I've gone too far to come back from here but you don't have a clue, you don't know what you do to me..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">won't someone stop this song, so I won't sing along,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">someone stop this song, so I won't sing.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I never let love in so I can keep my heart from hurting. The longer that I live with this idea, the more I sink in.."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Stop This Song | Paramore</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">It's easier to show people you are happy -- you don't get attacked with questions. Showing everybody your sentiments is like provoking hungry lions with a big piece of meat. I get all panicky when I am asked.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">"And I'd give up forever to touch you 'cause I know that you feel me somehow.."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Iris | Goo Goo Dolls</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think they'd understand.</span> :]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">"Don't feel bad. Sabi nga ni Bob Ong, quits lang."</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">"It doesn't make me feel better.. I wanna cry for three reasons: 1. I've never felt so down, low and degraded. 2. How can I forgive myself for how I made others feel? 3. Tama si Bob Ong."</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">"Tingnan mo 'yung moon."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">"You got me for your prey.."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Spider Webs | No Doubt</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">These are the possible reasons why...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">A. I'm ugly</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">B. I'm fat</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">C. He isn't really interested in girls</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">D. He's gay</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">E. He has his eyes for someone else</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">F. All of the above</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">What do you think?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Friend1: C?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Friend2: E?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Me: D? No, I was really betting on A or B but my pride won't let me say it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">"I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel, I'm cold and I'm ashamed lying naked on the floor. Illusion never changed into something real. I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn. You're a little late..I'm already torn."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Torn | Natalie Imbruglia</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">End: 3:51</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">I don't expect to fall asleep right away..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">coz I'm still singing..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"it creeps in like a spider, can't be killed..although I try and try to..but can't you see? <span style="font-size:180%;">I'm falling.. </span><span style="font-size:6;">Don't wanna love you, but I do..</span>"</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Stop This Song | Paramore</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;">'Wag kang magreklamo, blog ko 'to. :)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">My advice: You should never let anyone make you feel this way.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">It's funny how my advices are true, yet I cannot do them. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">ang</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">kulay</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">ng</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">blog</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">ko</span>, <span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">katuwa</span>.<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" >I changed the end time THREE TIMES</span>.Jude Dude! Judith Kulit! Juditot?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07365055688135106464noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038313644278358263.post-73104386413462191542009-02-27T05:36:00.000-08:002009-02-27T05:40:39.134-08:00BS Development Communication ako. LOUD and PROUD.<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">I was at the Humanities Building with Ijhei Salig when some guy sat with us to chat. He was kind of "okay" until we reached this conversation...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Jud: Ah. Di delayed si Chaba?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Him: Hindi. ComArts 'yun eh.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Jud: ahh...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Him: Ah devcom ka? Hindi ka dapat delayed.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Jud: anong ibig mong sabihin na 'di dapat delayed?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Him: 'Di naman sa iniinsulto ko ang DevCom pero relatively mas mabait ang mga prof. sa labas ng PhySci. O ganito, sa DevCom ba pag nagkamali kayo ng sulat may mapapatay kayong tao? Sa Chem, magkamali ka ng sulat pede kang may mapatay na tao.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Jud: ahh...sabagay. Pero sa DevCom, 'pag nagkamali kami ng sulat, pedeng kami ang patayin.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Eto pa...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">xxx: Ah. Edi mas pinadali course n'yo kasi wala na kayong Math14 at Chem?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Jud: o edi sige.. isolve mo poverty.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Di pa nakuntento.. pati ibang course dinamay pa..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">aaa: kaya lang naman US (university scholar) 'yun kasi Socio course nya. Halos puro G.E. lang naman subject nya.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Isa pa...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">bbb: dapat may chem din kayo para mahirapan din kayo.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Namumuro na. =|</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" >Salamat sa pagsasabing madali ang course namin ha.<br />THE HELL WITH YOU. =))<br />Oo, ang dali-dali ng course ko. Grabe. *rolls eyes*</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">To all the effin ass-scratchers, ass-kissers and assHOLES degrading my course,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" >ISANG MALAKI, MALUTONG, BAGONG PRITO at SPICY na F-U.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Don't f*n tell me that we're less important than your oh-so-cerebral course just because our articles and write-ups cannot kill anyone...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">MIND YOU.. WE CAN.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Don't f*n tell me that our course is less intellectual because we don't take-up subjects such as math, chem and bio...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">WE WERE MADE TO SOLVE/HELP SOLVE THE GREATEST PROBLEM YOUR CHEMISTRY CANNOT SOLVE: POVERTY.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Wala naman kasing course na madali kaya sana walang kupalan. Try proposing 20 topics and just get a comment like, "Mag-isip ka pa." TOPIC PALANG YUN.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Then you retort with, "Sir, wala na po ako maisip." And get a reply of, "'Di pedeng wala ka na maisip. You have to wreck your brains out."</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Buti pa ang nga ang Chem, Physics, Math, Bio...may saktong answer. Kami instict at ang ever-mysterious and ever-unexplainable element na human interest lang. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Wala naman sanang kupalan kasi 'di naman namin nilalait mga course n'yo dahil alam naman namin na mahalaga 'yan. Alam namin na mahirap 'yan. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">ALAM NAMIN. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">EH KAYO ALAM N'YO BA ANG SAMIN?</span></span>Jude Dude! Judith Kulit! Juditot?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07365055688135106464noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038313644278358263.post-39974355138360580112009-02-07T22:59:00.000-08:002009-02-07T23:00:40.016-08:00Batang 90's (grabbed from Kuya Fil: unknownfil.multiply.com)<p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">kung nakakarelate ka, batang 90's ka...haha!</span></p> <p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></p> <p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;">• Masaya ka kapag naglalaro ka ng Tex at Pog. Kadalasan ang design dito ay yung mga palabas sa TV, mga drama o kaya anime, may dialogue pa. lol.<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><br />• May comics pa ang bazooka. Kahit di mo maintindihan yung Fortune Cookie sa huli ay collection mo pa rin yun.<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><br />• Uso pa yung tirador, yung gawa talaga sa sanga ng puno.<br /><br />• Ang mga babae naglalaro ng paper dolls na tigpipiso bawat isang set sa sari-sari store.<br /><br />• Kung lalake ka, siguradong may pellet gun ka.<br /><br />• Nagwa-watusi ka kapag New Year kahit pinapagalitan ka ng nanay mo.<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">• Meron kang sapatos na umiilaw yung swelas kapag iniaapak mo. Mas sikat kung iba-iba yung kulay.<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">• Merong at least isang Chicago Bulls na shirt sa bahay nyo. Madalas number 23 pa yung nakalagay.<br /><br />• Pinapatulog ka ng yaya/nanay mo tuwing tanghali o hapon para raw lumaki. Hindi na kasi pinapatulog ang mga bata ngayon tuwing tanghali di tulad nung panahon natin.<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">• Kung babae ka, nagkaroon ka ng butterfly hairclips/rings.<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">• Kung medyo may pera ang pamilya nyo, nagpabili ka ng Polly Pocket.<br /><br />• Naglalagay ka ng Kisses (yung mabango) sa pencil case mo, o kaya sa isang lalagyan na may bulak, alcohol at tinutusok ng karayom para mabilis manganak.<br /><br />• May free stickers ng Disney movies sa loob ng Maggi noodles.<br /><br />• Pinapatunog mo yung takip ng Gatorade.<br /><br />• Ang mga stationeries na uso: Papemelroti, Tsukuba, Sashikibuta. Pwedeng ibenta, pwedeng trade lang.<br /><br />• Pampalipas oras mo dati ang paglalaro ng Brick Game, at swerte yung mga may advanced version na may tumatagos na blocks para mapuno na yung gap sa loob. Mas advanced ka kung Tamagotchi ang nilalaro mo. Pinapakain mo, pinapatulog mo, at inililibing mo kung namatay na. At kung talagang kaya nyong bumili, Game Boy ang sayo. Pero kung wala ka talaga, yung laruan na lang na may tubig sa loob tapos dapat ma-shoot mo yung mga bilog sa stick na maliit.<br /><br />• Bago magsimula ang klase, nakikilaro ka muna sa 10-20, jackstone, langit lupa, ice water, taguan, dr. quack quack, tumbang preso, pepsi seven up at agawan base. Di bale nang madumi na ang uniform mo pagpasok ng classroom.<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><br />• Sinasabi mo sa kaklase mo na "Liars go to hell" kapag tingin mo nagsisinungaling sya. "Cross my heart, hope to die" kapag nangangako ka. "Period no erase" kapag gusto mo walang kumontra sayo. Kaya lang wala kang lusot kapag sinabi ng kaklase mo na "Akin yung factory ng pambura".<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">• Sikat ka pag ang pencil case mo nabubuksan sa dalawang side tapos maraming attachments like magnifying lens, book stand, compartments na maliliit tapos push button pa. Minsan sa ibabaw ng pencil case meron pang maze, may maliit na silver na bola tapos itatagilid mo yung pencil case para gumulong yun, hanggang sa matapos yung maze.<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><br />• Di ka baduy kung ang notebook mo nung elementary ay may mukha ng artista.<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">• Nagpabili ka ng Baby-G sa magulang mo.<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">• Elementary ka nung nauso ang pager. Yun pa ang pinapangarap ng mga bata, hindi pa cell phone.<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><br />• Meron ka pa rin ng pinakamalaking cell phone na nakatago na ngayon sa mga kahon.<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">• Wala pang PS/PS2, XBox, Wii, atbp. noon. Family Computer pa lang, yung cartridge yung bala. Usong laro ang Mario Bros., Battle City at Rambo.<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><br />• Alam mo ang mga linyang ito sa mga kanta: "Natatawa ako, hi hi hi hi", "Anong paki mo sa long hair ko", "Dahil sa bawal na gamot", "Mga kababayan ko, bilib ako sa kulay ko".<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">• Isa dito ay theme song mo: "I Swear" by All 4 One, "What's Up" by 4 Non Blondes (And I say, Hey ey ey ey ey ey. I said hey, What's goin on!), "Zombie" by Cranberries.<br /><br />• Sumasayaw ka ng Macarena.<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">• Alam mo ang kanta ng Spice Girls at may favorite ka sa kanila. Kung fan ka talaga, may poster ka pa at casette tape ka pa nila.<br /><br />• Malamang ay naging fanatic ka ng isa sa mga sumikat na boy bands.<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">• Ang tinutugtog lagi sa radyo ay mga kanta ng mga banda gaya ng Eraserheads, Parokya ni Edgar nung nagpapalda pa lang sila, Alamid, Rivermaya, True Faith, The Youth, Afterimage at kung anu-ano pang pinoy bands. <br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">• Tape pa ang uso, di CD or MP3 players. Pag gusto mo yung kanta kailangan tantyahin mo kung ilang seconds i-rewind yun para mabilis paulit-ulitin. <br /><br />• Kinakanta nyo dati sa school yung "Heal the World", "Tell the World of His Love", "Jubilee Song", etc. <br /><br />• Nanonood ka dati ng Power Rangers, Captain Planet o Ninja Turtles. Nagkukunyari pa kayo ng mga kaibigan mo na kayo yun at nagkakasipaan kayo.<br /><br />• Di ka papagalitan ng magulang kahit magbabad ka sa TV, basta ang pinapanood mo ay Hiraya Manawari, Bayani at Sine Skwela, kung saan nakilala mo sila Teacher Waki, Ugat Puno, Palikpik, at ang buong barkada nila lalo na kapag nakasakay sila sa space ship o sa jeep na lumilipad.<br /><br />• Sinubaybayan mo ang Ghost Fighter at ang Dragon Ball. Naging favorite mo si Eugene at si Goku.<br /><br />• Niloloko mo yung theme song ng Voltes V kasi di mo maintindihan yung theme song: "Tato ni Ara Mina malaking cobra...", "Boltes Payb lima sila, pumunta sa kubeta...", "...Kontra Bulate!"<br /><br />• Napanood mo din yung ibang anime tulad ng Shaider, Sailormoon, Daimos at Maskman. Saulo mo pa nga yung kanta dun: "Oh maskuman kayo ang pag-asa.. Iligtas kami sa marahas na kadiliman... Kami inyong ipaglaban! Sugod, sugod laban maskuman, ipaglaban nyo ang katarungan.. Sige, sige laban maskuman.."<br /><br />• Sinubaybayan mo ang Sarah ang Munting Prinsesa, Julio at Julia, at Cedi. Pinanood mo pa nga yung movie version ng Sarah ang Munting Prinsesa with Camille Prats.<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">• Alam mo din yung "Ang Pulubi at ang Prinsesa" with Camille Prats and Angelica Panganiban.<br /><br />• Gusto mong sumali sa ANG TV. Pero alam mong hindi na pwede. kaya kuntento ka na lang sa panonood nito tuwing 4:30 ng hapon.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><br /><br />• Batibot ang usong palabas. Akala mo nga mag-dyowa o mag-asawa sina Kuya Bodjie at Ate Sheena.<br /><br />• Alam mo yung tono ng pinausong kanta ng show na "ATBP.": Isa.. dalawa-tatlo.. apat-lima.. anim-pito-walo.. syam-sampu... labingisa-labingdalawa... labingtatlo... labingapat-labinglima...<br /><br />• Napanood mo ang Batang X. <br /><br />• Sabay kayo nanonood ng yaya mo ng Marimar.<br /><br />• Nanonood ka ng kahit alin dito: "Okay Ka Fairy Ko", "Oki Doki Doc", "Abangan ang Susunod na Kabanata", "Palibhasa Lalake", "Ober da Bakod", at "Home Along Da Riles"<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><br />• Galit ka kay Clara kasi sobra naman talaga sya mang-api kay Mara.<br /><br />• Pinanood mo din yung "Villa Quintana", "Esperanza", "Anakarenina" atbp. <br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">• Mga love teams na nagpakilig sayo: Juday and Wowie. Jolina and Marvin.<br /></span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">• Alam mo yung commercial ng Tender Juicy hotdog na ganito: "Dear diary, Carlo sat beside me today. He's so cute! Sabi niya I'm pretty kaya lang I'm fat."</span></span></p><p style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">• Kinakanta mo yung "Thank God it's Sabado, pati na rin Linggo..." at "Isa pa, isa pa, isa pang Chicken Joy". <br /><br />• Nasa channel 2 pa ang Eat Bulaga at ang Mel and Jay.<br /></span></span></p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><br />• Nakikita mo sa balita na may mga kultong nagtatago na sa kweba, kasi magugunaw na ang mundo sa year 2000, at yung mga computer daw bigla na lang mag-shu-shut down at mawawala na daw ang technology.<br /><br />• Chinese variety shows ang palabas tuwing umaga ng linggo.<br /><br />• Matapang ka kung napanood mo lahat ng Shake, Rattle and Roll movies.<br /><br />• Narinig mong i-announce sa radyo yung death ni Princess Diana. Biglang nauso yung kanta ni Elton John na "Goodbye, England's Rose."<br /><br />• Nasa VHS yung mga movies na pinapanood ninyo sa bahay.<br /><br />• Kung babae ka, naging crush mo si Leonardo di Caprio dahil sa Titanic. Kaya nga lang, bawal ka pa tumingin sa kissing scenes nina Jack at Rose. Haha.<br /><br /><br /><br />****nyahahahaha! kamisssss!!! :p<br />isa lang ang clip ko na may butterfly at never ko pa sinuot! :)))))<br />wala akong paper dolls! text at pog at tirador lang!****</span></span>Jude Dude! Judith Kulit! Juditot?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07365055688135106464noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038313644278358263.post-87157971116341734462009-01-28T05:36:00.000-08:002009-01-28T05:39:19.857-08:00Stages of life through changeNapag-usapan sa LTS namin kanina ang stages of life na napapansin through changes. :)<br /><br />It has been a year since<br />1. natapos kami ni Herdie (as if naman hindi pa alam ng lahat!)<br />2. akala ko may magsstart ang kay pero natapos din (sad. napanaginipan ko s'ya. =[ )<br /><br />CELEBRATE! lol. Joke. :))<br />Parang tanga eh. :))<br /><br />ANYHOOOO..<br /><br />First, I realized that after our break-up I had been more honest with other people. I say what I feel at the moment I feel it. Sad thing is, sometimes (or most of the time), what I feel is temporary and after a week, a day or an hour, I realize it isn't how I really feel.<br /><br />Secondly, I wasn't ready for anything yet I did something. They say I'm more of the boy instead of the girl in a relationship. I'm scared of commitment. (oops, boys, sila may sabi nan! nooot me!) I'm just wondering, am I the only one like this? Ready na ba talaga kayo matali forever sa partner n'yo? I mean, sure? That's how you feel?<br /><br />Third, I don't miss Herdie but I miss the presence. It's not lonely being single but I do miss the presence of a boyfriend. But, sure as hell, I am not ready for a second round...or third if you consider the first one, I sure don't.<br /><br />Fourth, my pride is still... the same. Or worse, it went waaaay higher. Sometimes, it's harder for me to be honest with myself than to be honest with other people.<br /><br />Fifth, it's not easy to move on even if the feelings are gone. Statement:<span style="font-size:100%;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">I don't love him anymore.</span></span> I don't feel the way I used to when I was madly in love with him. But I can't remove the worry whenever he does stupid things. I'm still attached to the standars he created. <span style="text-decoration: underline;">It sucks</span>.<br /><br />Sixth, whenever I get interested with someone and he pays the same attention I do, I lose my interest. This one I can't explain! (You are free to provide explanations if you wish)<br /><br />Seventh, I am soooo freaking grateful for my friends! Their presence just makes me so satisfied... even for a moment. Because..<br /><br />Eighth, people really has no satisfaction. It's human nature to want something else. Even for once you did feel this way.<br /><br />Ninth, I'm not as mature as you or I think. Maybe, admitting these things can be considered mature but I think I don't feel that way. I'm still a kid. I need more experiences to be mature. People claim to be adults at my age, but I think the first step to maturity is admitting you not yet one. Admitting you have yet to discover a lot of things. The world, though small, has plenty of things hidden awaiting to be unleashed and seen.<br /><br />Tenth, I really am not having a hard time making friends. :) And usually I don't make sense...every night, before I sleep, I ponder on the sensible things that happened that day.<br /><br /><br />And at the end of this all, I leave you this song:<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Hand In My Pocket by Alanis Morisette<br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm broke but I'm happy</span><br />I'm poor but I'm kind<br />I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah<br />I'm high but I'm grounded<br />I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm lost but I'm hopeful </span>baby<br />What it all comes down to<br />Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine<br />'cause I've got one hand in my pocket<br />And the other one is giving a high five<br />I feel drunk but I'm sober<br />I'm young and I'm underpaid<br />I'm tired but I'm working, yeah<br />I care but I'm restless<br />I'm here but I'm really gone<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm wrong and I'm sorry </span>baby<br /><br />What it all comes down to<br />Is that everything's gonna be quite alright<br />'cause I've got one hand in my pocket<br />And the other one is flicking a cigarette<br />And what it all comes down to<br />Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet<br />'cause I've got one hand in my pocket<br />And the other one is giving the peace sign<br />I'm free but I'm focused<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm green but I'm wise</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm hard but I'm friendly</span> baby<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm sad but I'm laughing</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >I'm brave but I'm chickenshit</span><br />I'm sick but I'm pretty baby<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">And what it all boils down to</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"> Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet</span><br />'cause I've got one hand in my pocket<br />And the other one is playing the piano<br />And what it all comes down to my friends<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Is that everything's just fine</span> fine fine<br />'cause I've got one hand in my pocket<br />And the other one is hailing a taxi cab<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;">'Cause I've got one hand in my pocket and in my pocket is a cross.<br />'Cause I may be very lost but I couldn't care less because I'm young and I can commit as many mistakes as I want.<br />'Cause experience is my best teacher so far.<br />'Cause I won't change for anyone but myself.<br />'Cause if you expect, you'll get disappointed.<br />'Cause all you can do is love me and accept me for who I am.<br /><br />'Cause I know at the end of each and every day everything is going to be fine.<br /></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></span><br /></div>'Cause I pray and smile :)Jude Dude! Judith Kulit! Juditot?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07365055688135106464noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038313644278358263.post-54785616251953401812009-01-23T01:36:00.001-08:002009-01-23T01:36:17.489-08:00JUDITHPUNZALAN<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/judithkulit/3219189987/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3413/3219189987_66bba5b886_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/judithkulit/3219189987/">JUDITHPUNZALAN</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/judithkulit/">JudithJudsJud</a></span></div>FIIIIHAAANAAALLY.<br /><br />Anyway, this a picture taken in Mahogany Market. I'm a sucker for flowers. I love flowers with very vivid colors. In the background there's the beautiful, perfect sunny and blue sky. So, there.. It took me time to access this sooooo... BYE!<br clear="all" />Jude Dude! Judith Kulit! Juditot?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07365055688135106464noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038313644278358263.post-22993350593122635802009-01-23T00:51:00.000-08:002009-01-23T00:52:14.318-08:00Labas na UPCAT results for batch '09Naalala ko no'ng January 12, 2008 ko nalaman ang results ng UPCAT namin. Tanda ko 'yung date kasi birthday 'yan ng lola ko. No'ng day na 'yun, umiiyak ako kahit kumakain kami sa labas kasi nga birthday n'ya. Imbis na happy happy, eh umiiyak ako.<br /><br />Hindi ko tanda ang exact date ng admission test no'ng 2007. Ang tanda ko lang, nahirapan ako. Sobrang mababa ang kumpyansa ko sa sarili ko kasi simula no'ng nag-high school nawala na ako sa honor roll. I know, sad. Ang nagpababa pa lalo ng self-esteem ko eh, parehas kami ng building na pag-kukuhanan ng exam ng valedictorian namin, so, paglabas n'ya ng building ando'n ako. At ayon, paglabas n'ya, umiiyak s'ya kasi mahirap daw.<br /><br />"ANAK NG...pa'no pa ako papasa nito?!"<br /><br />Sabi ng tatay ko, nagaaksaya lang daw ako ng pera at energy dahil hindi naman daw ako papasok sa UP unless Nursing ang course na kukuhanin ko. Sa isip ko, "Lintik na nursing 'yan nauso pa."<br /><br />Do'n nagsimula ang iyakan blues ko. Ayoko talaga ng nursing. Hindi ko pinangarap 'yan. As in..... NEVER. Doctor, oo. Pero nursing..NO. Hindi ko alam pero ayoko talaga s'yang gawing trabaho. Oh, sa mga nursing dyan eh 'wag kayo maiinsulto, ayoko lang talaga. Opinyon ko 'yun.<br /><br />Nag-exam din ako sa DLSU, pasado rin naman ako, pero ayoko rin dun kasi malayo. UPLB talaga gusto ko.. ambisyosa na kung ambisyosa pero elementary palang kami naiimagine ko na sarili ko na sa UPLB nag-aaral. Bata palang kasi ako, pinamulat narin sakin na maganda talaga sa UP. Tapos UPLB graduate ang karamihan sa pamilya ko.<br /><br />So, ayun, dumating ang January 12 at nalaman ko nga na pumasa ako. Dumating kami sa bahay at nag-net ako. Umalis ulit si Lola kasi may party syang pupuntahan with her amigas. (LOL). Tapos may nagtext sakin na i-check ko na raw sa internet. (mycadaver.multiply.com -- salamat) Ayun, check naman ako, pero nasa isip ko nun, "Anu ba yan. Asa pa naman ako. UP yan. Di naman ako honor." Pagtingin ko, tadaa!<br /><br />PUNZALAN, JUDITH CLARISSE B. daw!<br /><br />*dials lola's number*<br /><br />Lola: Hello? oh?<br />Jud: Lola?<br />Lola: Oh? Bakit?<br />Jud: Lola, pumasa ata ako sa UP, pero 'di ko sure. Baka namamalikmata lang ako.<br />Lola: Ah ganun ba? Sige maya na natin pag-usapan pagdating ko.<br /><br />*hangs up*<br /><br />Tapos umiyak ako sa tuwa. Mahal ako ni Lord. At ang first instance na nasabi kong dapat na nasa UP nga ako is when I insisted na dun ako mag-aral.<br /><br />Jud to Daddy: pasado po akong UP. ayoko po mag-nursing. ganito nalang po. magtatapos ako ng gusto kong course tapos punta ako dyan tapos magtatrabaho ako tapos mag-aaral ulit ako.<br /><br />Oo naman si Daddy. Hanggang ngayon di ko sure kung sure ba ako sa sinabi ko. Basta sakin gusto ko ang course ko ngayon. Di naman ako mapapasaya ng pera ng nursing eh, hello? Holidays? May trabaho? Ni wala na ako magiging oras sa mga magiging anak ko pag nagnursing ako, kaya ayoko talaga. Nurse ang nanay ko at ni five minutes di nya ko mapaglaanan, pero di ako bitter, kasi alam kong ginagawa nya 'yun for me.<br /><br />Hanggang ngayon kinukulit pa din ako ng tatay ko na magnursing. Ingat na ingat nga ako na hindi magreklamo sa matrabahong DevC11 eh kasi sasabihin nya, "O sha wag ka na dyan"<br /><br />Jud: BADTRIP YUNG DEBCOM!!! *blah blah blah*<br />Daddy: Oh sha.. umalis ka na dyan sa UP.<br />Jud: sus. dali dali nga ng course ko weh. dali talaga.<br /><br /><br />So, ayun. Sa mga incoming freshies, CONGRATS!!! Goodluck sa magiging buhay n'yo sa susunod na school year. PERO KUNG AYAW NYO TALAGA SA UP AT PAPASOK LANG KAYO DAHIL SA PANGALAN, eh baka di lang din kayo magenjoy dito.<br /><br />At sa mga na-depress dahil di nakalusot, eh ayos lang yan for dalwang reasons: Una, di lang UPCAT ang pedeng way para makapasok. Pangalawa, eh di lang naman UP ang way to success.<br /><br />At natutunan ko rin na hindi lang school grades ang basihan para malaman ang totoong talino ng isang estudyante, di rin exams. Sa diskarte kung pano makakasurvive yan.<br /><br />Ayun, Congrats ulit. :)<br /><br /><br /> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />After ng UPCAT<br /><br />Batch '08 student talking to a former schoolmate: Musta UPCAT?<br />UPCAT Examinee: Madali lang. Kung madaming time baka naperfect ko pa.<br /><br />Makalipas ang ilang buwan...<br /><br /><br />Batch '08: UUUY! LABAS NA UPCAT! .....ngunit nasan ang pangalan ni UPCAT EXAMINEE?!<br /> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Jude Dude! Judith Kulit! Juditot?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07365055688135106464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038313644278358263.post-57584407076010079132009-01-09T00:11:00.000-08:002009-01-10T07:11:45.910-08:00There goes 2008, here comes 2009!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://enciperforms.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/new-year-resolution.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 330px;" src="http://enciperforms.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/new-year-resolution.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Last year I know I've be<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">en</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> a not-so-good-girl and no, I'm</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">not planning to change anytime soon. *insert evil la</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">ugh here*</span> </span><br /><br />To be frank, I don't believe in New Year's resolutions. You can always change<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > ANYTIME</span> you want, not just during the holidays. I don't want to change just because it's New Year or Christmas. God would just be too disappointed. Change is within thyself (Oh, goodness, what am I saying?). So, I think you get my point. *smiles*<br /><br />But for the sake of the blog I would like to tell you what I would probably change just in case I decide to. Deal, heh?<br /><br />1. <span style="font-weight: bold;">DO NOT JUDGE A BOOK BY IT'S COVER</span>. Guilty. If being judgmental is a crime I would be in prison for it. I don't really say my first impressions out loud but most of the time I believe in things that other people say (whether they are true or not) about other people without checking first. I know it's mean, yeah, yeah, but, hey, I am not a hypocrite that's why I am <span style="font-style: italic;">confessing</span>.<br /><br />2. <span style="font-weight: bold;">THROW THOSE SWINGING MOODS AWAY.</span> Honestly, I suspect myself to be bipolar or manic depressive! Just kidding. I am just extremely moody. No, I'm not pregnant or whatsoever. I really am just unpredictable with my moods. Consequence? I (most of the time) get mad at my friends over little things. I am <span style="font-style: italic;">SO SO SORRY</span>.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/for/lowres/forn760l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/for/lowres/forn760l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>3. <span style="font-weight: bold;">KEEP IT INSIDE.</span> I <span style="font-style: italic;">need to</span> be more thrifty, REALLY! Let's not waste our money, I doubt that Philippines would be waking up in the near future so we need to save our resources!<br /><br />4. <span style="font-weight: bold;">PROMISES ARE MEANT TO BE BROKEN.</span> No, I'm not a promise-breaker or something, at least not to others. I have to stop <span style="font-style: italic;">promising</span> stuff to myself like,"today I'll be cleaning my room." or "later I'll do my paper." It's really annoying. I know I'm like a complete psycho.<br /><br />5. <span style="font-weight: bold;">FORGIVE AND FORGET.</span> Now, this would be the hardest for me. Of course I'll forgive people...those who deserve to be forgiven! *rolls eyes* Seriously, I'll try to be less parochial so I can forgive those who need to be forgive, after all <span style="font-style: italic;">I've had my share of sins and mistakes, too, and I, as well, needs to be forgiven.</span><br /><br /><br />In the end this all just sums up to three things.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">BE HONEST.</span> That's just it all along. We just need to be honest not just to other people but also to ourselves. Being a hypocrite is like biting your own tongue. Why? You just keep on hurting yourself again and again over almost the same things, events, situations and people. We need to be more open-minded towards our reality. WAKE UP, ALREADY.<br /><br />This year, I'd be turning 18 (NO! NO! NO! NO!!!!). I know, I can't do anything about it (is time traveling not yet possible? huh? huh?) so I would probably just make the most out of it. HELLO, LEGAL AGE! Just kidding. Anyway, <span style="font-weight: bold;">DO NOT ABUSE YOUR FREEDOM</span> is number two on my summary. Just because your parents left you with your month's allowance doesn't mean you can spend them all in one week! (how many times will I tell you that I didn't spend them in a week? it was ....two weeks!) Okay, no, I didn't spend my month's allowance in a week or two. I manged it well. I just had some problems with the..ehm..credit card. (SORRY =[ )<br /><br />On summer we are planning on <span style="font-weight: bold;">extending our hands</span> again, this time for the first grade schoolers. Yes, I am very much eager on doing this. VERY MUCH. Last December we gave grocery items to some families in our barangay. It was an ultimate joyous moment. Whenever we hear them say thank you I just couldn't help but smile my biggest smile.<br /><br />So there.. <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">for me life isn't about what was given to you by yourself or whoever, for me it is about what you have given</span></span> to those who needed you at a certain time.<br /><br /><br />(please comment or contact me if you want to know informations regarding the outreach this summer)Jude Dude! Judith Kulit! Juditot?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07365055688135106464noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038313644278358263.post-70591404360784600772008-12-12T08:38:00.000-08:002008-12-12T08:42:03.754-08:00Let's do this!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cccsanctuary.org/images/inspiration_moments.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 614px;" src="http://cccsanctuary.org/images/inspiration_moments.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /> <br /><br /> In these hard times, we cannot deny the fact that some of our fellow Filipinos miss one or two of the three required meals for a day. This Christmas we would like to share happiness through giving donations.<br /><br /> In connection with this, we, "The Concerned Youth", would like to knock on your generous hearts to share your blessings with these less fortunate individuals and families. Any help (in cash or kind) that you could extend will be highly appreciated and we assure you that your donations will reach the deserving families and individuals.<br /><br /> The beneficiaries will be residents of Bay and Los Banos, Laguna.'<br /> <br /> Thank you for sharing your blessings with us and to the families you'd be helping.<br /> <br /> Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!<br /><br /><br /> Sincerely yours,<br /> <br /> Judith Punzalan<br /> DenDen Caldo<br /> Marvin Aquino<br /> JB MalabananJude Dude! Judith Kulit! Juditot?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07365055688135106464noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038313644278358263.post-74078906381128994182008-12-05T01:10:00.001-08:002008-12-05T06:37:38.189-08:00On the movie Simon Birch<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.david-strathairn.com/photos/images-film/simon-birch-poster.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 844px;" src="http://www.david-strathairn.com/photos/images-film/simon-birch-poster.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Simon Birch is a movie about a 12-year-old boy who has a growth problem. Because of this condition his playmates and other kids outgrew him making him the favorite topic of ridicule. Also, because of his case he was often insulted by the elderly people in his church. Telling him that God probably has no plans for him because of his said predicament. Through these all, he has his friend Joe who became loyal to him despite what others think of Simon.<br />Also, despite of others degrading him (Simon), he believed that he had a purpose. He believed that God has plans for his little self.<br /><br />The theme of the movie is trust and loyalty. Trust in God, trust that no matter what you look like, you think like, you say, God has wonderful plans for you. Trust in Joe that he will remain his friend against any digrace and misfortune. Trust in himself that he can be anything he wants to be despite his shortcomings. Loyalty to God, that he will be giving back anything God has given and is going to give. Loyalty in their friendship, a friendship that is one of the greatest thing this world could offer, one of the most beautiful gifts God can give.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.soundtrackcollector.com/images/cd/large/Simon_Birch_Sony4918262.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 296px;" src="http://www.soundtrackcollector.com/images/cd/large/Simon_Birch_Sony4918262.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Jude Dude! Judith Kulit! Juditot?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07365055688135106464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038313644278358263.post-1699920547504410782008-11-30T08:12:00.000-08:002008-11-30T08:18:49.670-08:00Movie versus Novel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://backseatcuddler.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/twilight-movie-poster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 644px;" src="http://backseatcuddler.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.ugo.com/images/uploads/twilight_book_cover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://blog.ugo.com/images/uploads/twilight_book_cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Don't get me wrong, I like Twilight but I meant the book. The movie was.... "okay" but not the expected "WOW". Maybe because I've read the book? In my opinion, there weren't enough details. But, oh well, that's what always happen to books that are turned into movies. Of course, it would be hard to squeeze the whole novel into a 2-hour movie. They had to cut some parts. I just think that the "cutting" part was not.... that good. :|<br /><br />I'm just glad I read the book. It's much much much better reading it. The sensation that the book gives you will never be felt in the movie. I'm telling you.<br /><br />When it comes to the actors.. I think they've played their parts well exept that, as I expected, I didn't really like Kristen Stewart's acting. I think there's something missing. But I like her. And, uhm, sorry girls, but I think Robert Pattinson lacks the charm but I like him, too. Please be reminded that this is just my opinion before you hate me. But whatever, hate me if you want to. <img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png" /><br /><br />Music also... was not quite good. *sigh* I'm sorry again but I ALMOST FELL ASLEEP watching it. :| I just think they could have improved the musical scores. =|<br />Cinematography was okay. I liked it. Effects, a-okay. The opening? Not so. The ending, too.<br />I LIKE ALICE. :D<br /><br />Script? Not that sweet. but sweet enough.<br /><br />Kirsten-Edward chemistry? 3 out of 5 probably.<br /><br />All in all... Movie was.. well, unexpected. But I still like it. And we can never expect something to be perfect. ^^,<br /><br />oh and please don't compare Harry Potter and Twilight. For the love of angels, they're of different genre. In my opinion, they're of the same level of creativity, it's just that twilight is more of a reality-based. Like a drama that had vampires in it, not the other way around.<br /><br />In the end, I still salute the director and the author of Twilight. Looking forward for the next movie: New Moon! (eeeep! T_T)Jude Dude! Judith Kulit! Juditot?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07365055688135106464noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038313644278358263.post-31140482716042123252008-11-28T09:22:00.000-08:002008-11-28T09:54:29.330-08:00Break-up Excuses<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The art of breaking up.<br />BREAK-UP EXCUSES.<br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">I got this from my friend Danica Atienza (mojoco19.multiply.com)</span><br /><br />I'll just some of my own touch *winks*<br />I'll admit I made some lame (but true) excuse before, too. So, here's my contribution:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" >Judith: I'm not happy anymore.<br />ExBf: PROBLEMA MO YUN!</span><br /><br />I was totally pwned. HAHA!<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />Now, Let's begin!<br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">1. "I just realized, I don't want to be attached."<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Clearly this person doesn't think well enough before entering ANYTHING!</span><br /><br />2. "I'm confused and I need some time out to find myself!!!"<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Yeah. You are totally lost. Get a map.</span><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />3. "Maybe this is not the right time for us."<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">When will the right be? When we're both dead? </span><br /><br />4. "Di kita maalagaan ng tulad ng ineexpect mo. You deserve someone better. That's not me."<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Who said I need to be taken care of? I don't need a baby-sitter.</span><br /><br />5. "Lasing lang ako kagabi. Sorry."<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">uhh.. So? What's your point?</span><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />6. "We are too different from each other."<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">uhh.. This one....okay.</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">7. "We have to meet other people to see what it's like to be with someone else. I'm giving you that choice. if you come back to me, we'll both be better from having chosen freely." </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Kinda sweet. Kinda right.</span><br /><br />8. "Someday, hahanapin kita, when we're both ready. When we don't care about the odds.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Kung tayo talaga, tayo rin in the end, di ba?"<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Don't go looking for me, I'll never be found.</span><br /> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">9. "I really think that we should break up."<br />"Why?"<br />"Because I don't know if I still love you."<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Honest but mean.</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">10. "I just realized I haven't had time to walk my dog..."<br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">LAMEST EXCUSE EVER. I hope you and your dog be happy! </span><br /><br />11. "It's not you, it's me..."<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">It's always like that.</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">12. "Talagang kapatid/kaibigan lang ang turing ko sa'yo, let's keep it that way."<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Okay. Thanks.</span><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />13. "we are not growing anymore."<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Just you.</span><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />14. "I don't have feelings for you anymore." </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Thanks for being honest.</span><br /><br />15. "i need space..."<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">JUST AS LAME AS THE WALKING-THE-DOG EXCUSE!</span><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />16. "Mahahanap mo rin ang para sa iyo. Good luck<br />na lang."<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">And when I find him, I'll make sure he's definitely better than you. :)</span><br /><br />17. "We don't fit in together."<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Who said we have to? </span><br /><br />18. "sorry baby, di ka gusto ng mama ko"<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">'kay. Please tell your mom thank you for saving me. :)</span><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />19. "Sorry, I just realized mas gusto ko sa lalake /babae"<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Damn. </span><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br />20. "let's call it QUITS! " </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Uh. No. We will not.</span><br /><br />21. "Pupunta na ako sa America and I won't come back. Don't follow me there, please." </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Sounds like someone's coward.</span><br /><br />22. "Na Realize ko mahal ko pa pala Ex ko "<br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">I never knew you're into recycling.</span><br /><br />23. "Masyado kang Bata"<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">lame.</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">24. "Kung talagang tayo kahit saang sulok ng mundo magtatagpo tayo" </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">...k.</span><br /><br />25. "it was not meant to be ... so honey i am setting you free to look for your destiny" </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">So does it have to be rhyming?</span><br /><br />26. "our time together was beautiful ... but i realized that there are still things i like to discover so ..."<br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">aww... plain sad.</span><br /><br />27. "you are too immature for me..."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">*raises eyebrow* Okay?!</span><br /><br />28. "It seems that we are not compatible with each other." </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Right. Because you're a mutant. :)</span><br /><br />29. "Tama na. Ayoko na."<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Kay.</span><br /><br />30. " i've decided to move on with my life... " </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Get one first.</span><br /><br />31. "DI NA KITA MAHAL?"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Yeah. Definitely.</span><br /><br />32. "i think this would be better for both of us... just take care of yourself always..." </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Thanks.</span><br /><br />33."hindi na kita mahal, pwede wag mo na kasi ako mahalin?" </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">HUH?!</span><br /><br />34. "pwede wag ka nang nagdradrama jan..tapos na eh..ako,over nako sayo..kaya pwede tama na iyak mo jan..o sya na padating na nililigawan ko/nanliligaw saken.."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><br /><br />35. "you're too damn good for me..." </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">I KNOW, RIGHT?!</span><br /><br />36. "we had the right love at the wrong time..." </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">What's lamer than an original lie is a lie you adapt from a song. or someone else. Be creative please.</span><br /><br />37. "friends naman tayo di ba?"<br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">no.</span><br /><br />38. "kung wala kang pambigay ng load... kalimutan na din tayo! hehe" </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><br /><br />39. "im entering the convent..." </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Okay. I can never compete with God.</span><br /><br />40. "noon akala ko kaya kitang mahalin... ngayon, nalaman kong HANGGANG AKALA LANG PALA TALAGA. pasencya kna..." </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">MOVIE?</span><br /><br />41. "wla ka na maririnig sken,,pabayaan m nko.." </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">huh?</span><br /><br />42. "happy hunting!"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Please.. I'm not an animal.</span><br /><br />43. "pgod nko,,give me a break.,"<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Okay. </span><br /><br />44. "i think its goin no where,,so we better stop this now!" </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><br />45. "i think it's for ur own good...it is hard for me...yet i have to do it...bye..."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">MY? HAHAH. YEAH RIGHT!</span><br /><br />46."iM sOrRy bUt, My LovE 4u iS nOt tHat stRoNg AnymOrE.. iM sOrRy. .. fRiEnDs?"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">HAHA! I used this! </span><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">So... Yeah.. LIES! :))</span><br /></span></div>Jude Dude! Judith Kulit! Juditot?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07365055688135106464noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038313644278358263.post-42962021042318447922008-11-28T02:20:00.000-08:002008-11-28T02:21:12.900-08:00High School Days<p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">FIRST YEAR</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Year 2004, the year I first stepped onto the grounds of high school. That was the year my best friend and I got separated by our schools. That same year I met the group of people that I would spend most of my high school years with. That year I met other students that transferred from different schools. I learned to deal with them and they turned to be a daily face to see. That year also I met a person that would soon mean a lot to me. This year was my transition from being a kid who loves to play jackstones and Chinese garter, to a girl who likes to just chat with friends. My first year in high school is also the year I met my favorite singing partner. Then I also learned that not all people that come into your life stay. That sadness would come more often as you grow older and that the very meaning of my life is to fulfill my purpose.</span> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;">SECOND YEAR</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=""> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">On my second year, I absorbed high school life more. I got to bond more with my new found friends but was also nostalgic—I missed my elementary friends. I learned to handle long distance friendships. I thought I was wonder woman who can keep old friends while knowing acquaintances. It was hard though because I still want my elementary life back but bit by bit, without noticing it, I was detaching from that phase of my life. High school was becoming the best for me. I realized that true friends are those that come back after a big storm between the two of you. My friendship with my best friend grew stronger even if we do not see each other often. We realized…yeah, we really are not grade-schoolers anymore. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">THIRD YEAR</span><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=""> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">I finally accepted that I am not a kid any longer. I am entering a phase wherein I thought I should act my age—no excuses. Yet things are becoming harder and harder for me. I do not know, maybe I am not fit to it or maybe things are getting so tedious. Problems with friends are becoming more serious. They were no longer just kid fights; sometimes they lead to the end of friendships. Yes…things were really becoming harder—harder to do, harder to accept and harder to forget. Behind those hard things high school life opened a new door for me; I learned to be more confident in performing and in showing my talents. I thought, maybe I am doing some progress. Maybe, just maybe, I am becoming more mature. High school life continues to the fast approaching end.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;">FOURTH YEAR </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> This was the judgment year. The year when we find out if we are going to graduate together, who are we going to spend college years with and who the people with almost no plans yet are. This is the saddest year of the four high school years. It is amazing how everyone turned from being strangers to really close friends—like siblings. It is amazing how these four short years gave us the bonding that would make us sad to leave behind. How amazing my high school life turned out to be. I learned right grammar, how to use sine and cosine, how to pronounce words the right way, how Jose Rizal fought for our freedom, how important yet evil money is, how to measure altitude using a piece of paper but my high school years at South Hill taught me more than just tangent and secant, more than just how to conduct a survey, more than just how to make a short film—my experience here at South Hill taught me how to value friendship, how to express myself more, how to respect others, how to interpret others actions and how to love myself more than anyone else but God.</span></p>Jude Dude! Judith Kulit! Juditot?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07365055688135106464noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6038313644278358263.post-23838182567597177592008-11-28T01:49:00.000-08:002008-11-28T02:12:23.396-08:00BLOGGING!HA! First thing's first. I'm Judith Punzalan a student of the University of the Philippines - Los Banos. I'm a BS Development Communication student. So yeah.. This is formally for my Computer Science 2 class.<br /><br />Here I am blogging about *drum roll* BLOGGING!<br /><br />What is this blog, really? Blogs are internet journals kept and maintained by certain people creatively named *drum roll* bloggers. Blogs update you with news about anything and everything of anywhere and everywhere. There are different types of blogs (I think). Corporate blogs, link blogs, fashion, anime, personal blogs, etc.<br /><br />What is this personal blog, Judith? Personal blogs are blogs that say contain your own experiences. A lot of people get hooked easily with blogs. Timid people can get really talkative in blogs and/or the internet. It's just like writing a diary entry. HAHA. Totally high school-ish?<br />No, not really. Blogs help you or update you with the latest events in your friends' world, in the fashion world, or even in politics. TOTALLY EVERYTHING.<br /><br />Personally, It helps me improve my writing skills. I'm a communication student so this is a practice for me. TADA!<br /><br />That's it for now.<br /><br />Current song stuck in my head: "I wanna get back to the old days when the phone wouyld ring and I knew it was you. I wanna talk back and get yelled at, fight for nothing like we used to."<br /><br />ANYWAYSSSSS... ja'ne! :)Jude Dude! Judith Kulit! Juditot?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07365055688135106464noreply@blogger.com3