dausdos–the return of the comeback

di ako religious, pero mahilig ako sa libro… hence, this:



it’s not an ordinary bible, coz it says right there on the cover… “YOUTH BIBLE” bought it just last week with Anea (she bought another detective Conan manga). Haven’t read it yet, since we had a lot of assignments for Spanish class.

it really doesn’t mean I can’t read it, does it? I am youthful-looking, am i not? *grin*

anyway, it’s cool, coz it’s got these road signs that’s got nice pictures and depictions of what the chapter was about… por ejemplo:



and this:



and this:



cool, eh?

and what i like about it is that it was written in a way that I could understand, unlike the traditional bible. Clearly, it’s for the young, and the mentally-challenged like me. hehe.

plus, it was on 5% sale at Powerbooks. Hey, a sale is a sale, even if they only took off a little over 10 pesos or something.

Sayang, coz i didn’t know Powerbooks is on sale since the 1st of August. wah!!! I could’ve walked down those isles looking like a lost girl who found her solace. as if i had the moolah to buy the numerous books that my hands were itching to get. *libre magbasa sa powerbooks*

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anyway, i forgot to blog about this last month. after we went to a healing mass (with Fr. Suarez), I ate at Amici (Don Bosco) coz I told Mom I haven’t tried it yet. I had this:

and this:

Holy sheets! Ang sarap! The pasta, and the gelatto… grabe. kahit di ako mahilig sa pasta, napakain ako ng marami dito.. may nauwi pa ko kasi ang dami ng serving nila. Babalikang muli…

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Four days before that, we went to Church at Greenbelt Chapel, and got myself this:

Tony, accidentally stepped on my foot. I didn’t know that it was bleeding until I felt the sticky blood. Argh!!!

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And on July 30th, I woke up seeing this on the ceiling:

and this:

what a pretty sight… the closest i’ve been to a ‘rainbow’. i looked for the source of the play of lights and concluded that it came from this:

a small glass, diamond-shaped paper weight Ronald gave to Tony, that was on top of the piano.

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I lost between 5 to 10 pounds the two weeks that I was sick. To prove it:

see? no double chin. haha!Well, i gained the weight back, as fast as I lost them, anyways… *sigh*

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July 31st, I borrowed HP Book 7 from Roland, a good friend of mine from Accenture, and we had lunch together at Robinson’s. (thanks, Bonostro!)

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August 17, Dale and Aileen were playing, and Dale became a cocoon:

cute, noh? *hehe*

Bueno, those were some of the things, and pictures I forgot to blog about… remembered them coz i uploaded them to the pc from my LG fone. Oh happy days…

di ako religious, pero mahilig ako sa libro… hence, this:

it’s not an ordinary bible, coz it says right there on the cover… “YOUTH BIBLE” bought it just last week with Anea (she bought another detective Conan manga). Haven’t read it yet, since we had a lot of assignments for Spanish class.

it really doesn’t mean I can’t read it, does it? I am youthful-looking, am i not? *grin*

anyway, it’s cool, coz it’s got these road signs that’s got nice pictures and depictions of what the chapter was about… por ejemplo:

and this:

and this:

cool, eh?

and what i like about it is that it was written in a way that I could understand, unlike the traditional bible. Clearly, it’s for the young, and the mentally-challenged like me. hehe.

plus, it was on 5% sale at Powerbooks. Hey, a sale is a sale, even if they only took off a little over 10 pesos or something.

Sayang, coz i didn’t know Powerbooks is on sale since the 1st of August. wah!!! I could’ve walked down those isles looking like a lost girl who found her solace. as if i had the moolah to buy the numerous books that my hands were itching to get. *libre magbasa sa powerbooks*

~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>

anyway, i forgot to blog about this last month. after we went to a healing mass (with Fr. Suarez), I ate at Amici (Don Bosco) coz I told Mom I haven’t tried it yet. I had this:

and this:

Holy sheets! Ang sarap! The pasta, and the gelatto… grabe. kahit di ako mahilig sa pasta, napakain ako ng marami dito.. may nauwi pa ko kasi ang dami ng serving nila. Babalikang muli…

~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>

Four days before that, we went to Church at Greenbelt Chapel, and got myself this:

Tony, accidentally stepped on my foot. I didn’t know that it was bleeding until I felt the sticky blood. Argh!!!

~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>

And on July 30th, I woke up seeing this on the ceiling:

and this:

what a pretty sight… the closest i’ve been to a ‘rainbow’. i looked for the source of the play of lights and concluded that it came from this:

a small glass, diamond-shaped paper weight Ronald gave to Tony, that was on top of the piano.

~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>

I lost between 5 to 10 pounds the two weeks that I was sick. To prove it:

see? no double chin. haha!Well, i gained the weight back, as fast as I lost them, anyways… *sigh*

~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>

July 31st, I borrowed HP Book 7 from Roland, a good friend of mine from Accenture, and we had lunch together at Robinson’s. (thanks, Bonostro!)

~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>

August 17, Dale and Aileen were playing, and Dale became a cocoon:

cute, noh? *hehe*

Bueno, those were some of the things, and pictures I forgot to blog about… remembered them coz i uploaded them to the pc from my LG fone. Oh happy days…

you are not helping.

not when you call me and tell me this:

“pwede na ba sayo ang cake, ano gusto mo, bibili kita?”

“baket?”

“wala lang, bukas na kasi Red Ribbon dito.”

and then i tell you no, and then i ask you which of your kids would you want to talk to. and then you fall silent. so silent i want to put down the phone and cry.

sabi nga ni Cyndi Lauper:

Don’t call me in the middle of the night no more
Don’t expect me to be there
Don’t think that it will be the way it was before
I’m not over you yet
And I don’t think I care
And I don’t want to be your friend

If you don’t want me, then at least help me forget.

you are not helping.

not when you call me and tell me this:

“pwede na ba sayo ang cake, ano gusto mo, bibili kita?”

“baket?”

“wala lang, bukas na kasi Red Ribbon dito.”

and then i tell you no, and then i ask you which of your kids would you want to talk to. and then you fall silent. so silent i want to put down the phone and cry.

sabi nga ni Cyndi Lauper:

Don’t call me in the middle of the night no more
Don’t expect me to be there
Don’t think that it will be the way it was before
I’m not over you yet
And I don’t think I care
And I don’t want to be your friend

If you don’t want me, then at least help me forget.

Yes, I have gone through my first ever Spanish lessons at Instituto Cervantes today, from 1pm – 4pm. The first thought that came to my mind before I went there was, “what should i wear?”.

I have had the habit of dressing for the occasion nowadays, and by that meaning dressing-like-a-student-since-i’m-32-and-i’m-still-dreaming-i’m-younger-than-that occasion. So, tubetops and skinny jeans are scratched off the list, eventhough i’ll be caught in that ensemble only if I was with her and it was a night out. Coz, if you see her, you’ll understand my plight. You wouldn’t want to be caught dead wearing your grubs when you’re with her. That’s for sure.

**i have no problem with women wearing women-like clothes, I just feel that dressing up for school like that makes you look older than your age. or whatever.

Anyway, so, the outfit today just cried “i’m fresh out of U.P. and I don’t care.” You get the drift.

True enough, when all the introductions were over, the girl next to me asked, “U.P. ka?”

“Uh, I was.” with a matching dumbfounded look was my answer. Obviously, I didn’t stay in U.P. long enough.

Fastforwarding to introducing yourselves (in Spanish, no less), I had this to say:

Me llamo Rachelle Santos. Soy filipina de Manila pero vivo en Pasay. No trabajo pero soy profesora de ingles. Mi cumpleaños es el 27 de marzo. Tengo 32 años. Estoy casada pero separada. Tengo una hija, dos hijos. Hablo Tagalog, ingles, un poquito español.

O, ha?!

*nosebleed*

Girls next to me were like, “32 ka na?!”

“Ows, di nga? 3 kids? Kala ko fresh grad ka.”

Tanggal ang pagod ko sa pag-iisip kung ano’ng dapat kong suotin. Hay… what can I say? I have access to the fountain of youth. *nyehehehehe*

Well… all-in-all the lesson was, how do you say it? Hm… Muy bien! Lola, our profesora, was a very pretty and kind lady. I was about to cry when she talked, coz she started the class speaking in Spanish, but then the funny thing was, I can understand her! What the?!

She barely spoke in English, but I cannot complain. I have had the time of my life, squeezed in 3 hours of nosebleeding and laughing. Even my stupidity came in as a joke, and I’m laughing with all of them. This is how studying should be. Really. If all classes are like this one, nobody will fail in Calculus.

So, kudos to Lola. Applause to everyone in the class, eventhough I can’t remember all their names, given we’re only what? 12? 15?

Oh well… I am definitely looking forward to tomorrow.

Til then…

¡Hasta mañana!

p.s.
if the nosebleeding doesn’t stop, I think I have to memorize the Rosary prayer in Spanish below.

p.p.s.
nosebleed – (n) other than the layman’s term for epistaxis, is the result of doing things that are beyond the capacity of your brain. *hehe*

Yes, I have gone through my first ever Spanish lessons at Instituto Cervantes today, from 1pm – 4pm. The first thought that came to my mind before I went there was, “what should i wear?”.

I have had the habit of dressing for the occasion nowadays, and by that meaning dressing-like-a-student-since-i’m-32-and-i’m-still-dreaming-i’m-younger-than-that occasion. So, tubetops and skinny jeans are scratched off the list, eventhough i’ll be caught in that ensemble only if I was with her and it was a night out. Coz, if you see her, you’ll understand my plight. You wouldn’t want to be caught dead wearing your grubs when you’re with her. That’s for sure.

**i have no problem with women wearing women-like clothes, I just feel that dressing up for school like that makes you look older than your age. or whatever.

Anyway, so, the outfit today just cried “i’m fresh out of U.P. and I don’t care.” You get the drift.

True enough, when all the introductions were over, the girl next to me asked, “U.P. ka?”

“Uh, I was.” with a matching dumbfounded look was my answer. Obviously, I didn’t stay in U.P. long enough.

Fastforwarding to introducing yourselves (in Spanish, no less), I had this to say:

Me llamo Rachelle Santos. Soy filipina de Manila pero vivo en Pasay. No trabajo pero soy profesora de ingles. Mi cumpleaños es el 27 de marzo. Tengo 32 años. Estoy casada pero separada. Tengo una hija, dos hijos. Hablo Tagalog, ingles, un poquito español.

O, ha?!

*nosebleed*

Girls next to me were like, “32 ka na?!”

“Ows, di nga? 3 kids? Kala ko fresh grad ka.”

Tanggal ang pagod ko sa pag-iisip kung ano’ng dapat kong suotin. Hay… what can I say? I have access to the fountain of youth. *nyehehehehe*

Well… all-in-all the lesson was, how do you say it? Hm… Muy bien! Lola, our profesora, was a very pretty and kind lady. I was about to cry when she talked, coz she started the class speaking in Spanish, but then the funny thing was, I can understand her! What the?!

She barely spoke in English, but I cannot complain. I have had the time of my life, squeezed in 3 hours of nosebleeding and laughing. Even my stupidity came in as a joke, and I’m laughing with all of them. This is how studying should be. Really. If all classes are like this one, nobody will fail in Calculus.

So, kudos to Lola. Applause to everyone in the class, eventhough I can’t remember all their names, given we’re only what? 12? 15?

Oh well… I am definitely looking forward to tomorrow.

Til then…

¡Hasta mañana!

p.s.
if the nosebleeding doesn’t stop, I think I have to memorize the Rosary prayer in Spanish below.

p.p.s.
nosebleed – (n) other than the layman’s term for epistaxis, is the result of doing things that are beyond the capacity of your brain. *hehe*