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Name: Sarah
Gender: Female
Interests: song, books, internet, dota, techno, radiolaria, frogs, green and black things, music, poetry, coffee... the list can go on and on.
Expertise: biology
Occupation: (pre)med student
Industry: medicine
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Member Since:
1/29/2007
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| whatever you wanna call it. slippers, step-ins, flip-flops, sandals, FOOTWEAR. i like buying them. if you were to check out my room, you'd see a gazillion pairs of slippers lying around. (exaggerated) why, you ask. well, put yourself in my place. daddy gives you money to shop, "make sure you buy clothes and shoes for school (emphasis on the for school part, with matching squeeze of arm)" so you run off in the mall hand-in-hand with your older sister, excited to spend every single penny. so you head to all your favorite stores, buy clothes your sister tells you looks good on you, and when your arms start to hurt from carrying all your shopping, you see that you've only got P200 left jinggling happily in your pocket, just waiting to be spent on...practically anything. where do you head?
if you were to ask me, i would head to the shoe department, and make a bee-line to the slippers rack. you see, from the 18 years of experience shopping (exaggerated) i certainly know that P200 is more than enough for a cute pair of slippers. so we look around, keeping an eye out for "the one." then i realize that it's getting late, and i just ABSOLUTELY have to find a pair. so i try on every single one, and see a really cute pair. it makes my feet look sexy...err...yeah. and it fits my budget. so i grab them and head out the door to my daddy waiting with his arms crossed at our car.
but when i use those sexy slippers, i realize... i can't really use them with my everyday outfits, or the thong part really hurts my feet, or they don't fit exactly right and make me feel like a clown wearing slippers. so i tell myself to buy a better pair next time when my dad gives me money again.
what's the point, you ask. it's that, i realized. just because it feels right at the time, it doesn't mean that it's gonna be right in the long term.
i hope you get my drift.
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| anong ibig sabihin ng update? hehe joke. grabe. hindi nga ako nakakapagupdate.
*clears throat*
ang busy ko na. i've never been this stressed. yung tipong, i have no time for other things. except for acads, ministry and... more acads. grabe. haggard to the highest level etong sem na to. i can feel it... deep, deep down in my heart. (yak, corny)
anyway. pardon me if i don't update very often. i apologize. :)
eto na rin ang aking pagpapaalam sa buhay-BLUG. tama na kalokohan.
(for now)
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|  OH MY GOODNESS!
Yes, folks. I just found out.
Mikey Way is now MARRIED to Alicia Simmons.
I'm totally sad. Mikey has had me since I first bought Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge.
Oh. And for you all who don't know who the heck this guy is. He's Michael James Way brother of Gerard Arthur Way. He plays bass in the popular rock band, My Chemical Romance.
I can imagine if they had babies, they would be wearing black eyeliner straight out of the womb.
Oh man, oh man, oh man.
This makes me a very-sad-and-heartbroken-totally-normal-obsessed-rockstar-fan.
Anywho.
Update! I did some (okay, a LOT) of cleaning for the past few days. And it was satisfying, to say the least.
Here's a picture of, what i like to call, our den. But you would think of it more of a recreation room.
It's my favorite room in our house. (even more than my own bedroom)
Who can guess why?
Maybe because this room has:
1. my favorite chair (that big comfy-looking one next to the window. where i like to read)
2. the computer (enough said)
3. the piano & guitar (although you can't see it in this picture)
And because it was the hardest to clean! Hehe
And... It's the room i'm gonna miss most when I head back to LB.
Which is soon! Kita kits LB peoples! | | |
| the repeat.
i haven't been doing well here in our lovely home. all i do is watch tv, surf the internet, sleep, eat & repeat. like it says on the shampoo containers. lather, rinse, repeat. this isn't the good kind of repeat wherein you get somewhere or achieve something when you repeat. this is the repeat where you do that and only that. repeat. it's boring, my friends. very very boring.
the condition.
so since i'm a little bored out of my wits..i'll tell you about what's been happening to me lately. i visited the doctor because of "something." and that "something" could be serious (or worse). certain people in my family have died from this, but i know this isn't it.  come on, i've got to be channeling that optimism, somehow! i'm going back in on wednesday, they're gonna check and make sure that it's nothing. pray for me, guys.
the reminiscence.
i need more quality time with my family. so far, we just get that during lunch & dinner time in the house, and our very seldom trips to naga (when we're not working on some kind of business transaction or retirement stuff) i miss the times when we'd play word factory until one of us couldn't breathe anymore because of my dad's (very) corny jokes & wrong pronunciations. and when we would all hop in the car & go on a joyride. aw.. fun times. 
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| i realized i have never really feared anything.. SO i'm afraid of large bodies of water, but at least it doesn't stop me from absolutely loving the view of the ocean, or the organisms underneath. and yeah, i'm afraid of heights, but that doesn't stop me from scaring my friends by "pretending" to jump off the rooftop. but something happened. before i tell you what happened. i will explain what happened before IT happened. i went home today from lb. and i got here in iriga at around 8:00pm. now if i were in lb, being out at 8:00pm for a girl like me, would be safe, even if i was by myself. but apparently it's a different story here. when i got off the bus, the usual, so-totally-not-out-of-the-ordinary tricycle driver approached me and asked if i needed a ride, and i politely said no. and then i looked for my dad's red L200, but i couldn't find it. then came a guy on a motorcycle who was talking to me saying "ineng, i-atud ta ika sa baluy ninyo" (i'm not sure about the spelling. hehe) which means he wanted to take me home. and i was like, "hindi po" but then i knew my dad owned a motorcycle and i thought, "well, maybe my dad asked someone to pick me up or something" so i took a second look to see if his face was familiar, but it wasn't. it was so UNFAMILIAR that i cried out of fear. it was like i saw the intention he had right then and there. and it scared me silly. and then i realized i was looking for the wrong car. i saw my mom's green revo and my first instinct was to run to it. but i could hear the guy following me on his motor bike still saying that he would take me home! so i walked calmly to my dad. and when i saw his face, i burst into tears. i told my dad what happened and he looked SO ANGRY that he went out of the car and i thought that my dad was gonna beat the guy up. but he didn't and he just got the guy's plate number. i have never been so afraid of what a fellow human being can do to another. my dad told me that that guy could have raped me, killed me, or worse (if there is anything worse than that) it was so scary. soooooo scary. living in a world where people kill each other all the time, i find peace and relief knowing i have someone up there and down here that is there, that is present. i feel safe knowing that my Dad is there to protect me, to look after me, and to get the bad guy too. | | |
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