Dead-o.

My car died on Saturday. I don't know if it will be revived. I hope so, or maybe I'll get a new one. Other than that, I guess i will have to be bumming rides once again.
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Pasalubong.

So after trying to figure out how to spell that word [took me a good 5 minutes], I have a story. By the way, that word [pasalubong] means like a souvenir. So my friend, Justin, went to Hawai'i and asked me what i wanted. Of course, I was being modest, you know, not asking for anything. But he said to name something, and after some thought, I asked for a pineapple from the Dole plantation, because the Dole Plantation is only in Hawai'i! I figured he wouldn't be able to get it since it was food, and all those restictions that they have on the airplanes... yad-yad-yada.
Well anyways, so I this past Friday, I see Justin [after quite a while] and I am surprised by a pineapple from the Dole Plantation! WOW... I actually didn't think he would get me one. But to my surprise, he did! I wanna eat it, but I don't. We'll see what I do in the coming days.
THANKS JUSTIN!!!




That pineapple better be from the plantation, or I'd be really disappointed =/

LAA-DEE-DAA...

laa-laa-laaaaaa... i am done with summer school! YIPIDEE-YEEEEEEEEEE-HAW! my professor would always sing, "Laa-laa-laa..." while he was setting up for lab. I just finished my first-ever, college summer course. and i must be one to say that it was as bad as it was cracked up to be. i only had to concentrate on one subject, although it was a chapter a day. mehh.. whatever i am done!

Plans for my first weekend of summer:
Saturday... i plan to relax and head off to Fairfield. There, my family on my mother's side will commemorate the 4th year anniversary of my Uncle Boy's death. i know it may sound like something sad, but it really isn't. Uncle Boy had salvation. He knew where he was going when he died. Although it may have been the most sudden death I have ever personally experienced, it was one that brought friends and family together. I remember walking down the halls of ICU, staying up late, living in the waiting room for 5 days, sleeping at his empty house. I havan't shed a tear about him since that year, and now I am. I miss my uncle and him always calling me "Baby Girl." I can never appreciate anyone else calling me that now. Wow, this blog's direction has turned around. But yes, I will be heading to Fairfield to be with family and my cousins, whom I haven't seen since my debut 2 years ago.

Sunday... i know i have church, but i think i'm attending the meeting about the family retreat. i really don't know what i am doing there, but i like to listen to the adults make fun of each other in tagalog. it exercises my bilingual mind.

gahhhh... summmer just started and i feel like it's almost at an end. I need to UTILIZE this time! Jess's cotillion is this coming friday [not tomorrow] and i don't feel prepared, and not yet too excited [unlike laura's last year]. gahhh i need to rest.

My Guilty Pleasure.

Oh man. Do I have a guilty pleasure or what?! So ever since the end of my senior year in high school back in '05, I started to wear sunglasses on a regular basis, during lunch, during car rides... etc. once i graduated i got these cool ass Chanel wannbe ones, but i broke them. But it was only last year where my bad luck with sunglasses ended. So many times before, i had lost a pair in Disneyworld, lost a pair [but found it after] at the Boardwalk, left a pair in a TapEx Ritz goes to [thank God they recognize her and gave it to her]. I broke like 3 pairs because of screws, cheap-o-ness and the fact that i don't take care of them. Well last year I put an end to that!

So I bought these cool sunglasses from Anchor Blue because they reminded me of my old Chanel's, but different. However, I hated the fact that people could see my eyes since I love to look at people when I walk around State's campus. I couldn't stare at people when they could so me! So I got a new pair, one where it was still trendy and cheap... thanks to Regina and her pointing out of New York & Co. However, that was still not enough. That summer my mom convinced me into getting a pair of REAL Gucci sunglasses because she bought one and wanted the other one too. So she told me to buy them so we could switch [that sneaky fox!]. Well, those sunglasses became my baby. I love those sunglasses to death, but i needed a pair that I could throw around and not realy care about, so thank God Tito Ron get me a pair of cute sunglasses as a souveneir from Vegas. I could mess around with that pair all I want, but i kept it in a case just in case... because of my bad luck.

But today, I woke up bright and early just to go meet up with Doods and Monick for Nordstrom's Anniversary sale @ 7 am. Not only did they have free donuts, but there was a mad sale for sunglasses. SOOOOOO... of course I would be dumb not to look, and I found a pair of Gucci's and a Juicy's, but i decided to buy the Gucci's because they were black and I needed a black pair. Not only were they on sale, but they were less than $100!!! mayn do I love my sunglasses... What can I say... they're my guilty pleasure.
I must say that I am the biggest dork in the world for taking a picture with all my sunglasses on... doing the Blue Steele look. LOL at me.

This is going to be a busy week.

As I TRY to quickly email Ate Joy the list of attendees and their email's, I get distracted by trying to import my hotmail contacts to my gmail account. And then reading my fellow bloggers', Regina and Selene, blogs. On the radio my summer theme song has just ended, you know, Summer Love by the one and only JT. And now it is is party like a Rockstar. Mayn.. I need to hit the books, i have A LOT of studying to finish! Not before I take a picture of myself "studying." I'm pretty sure that's what I look like when I do study.

GAHHHH!!!

bleh!!! man, i'm heated right now. i was on a spirtual high, and now my brother has ruined it with his poor attitude. so blah-dee-blah, it's really nothing. he asked me to wash the dishes today when it was his day because yesterday i washed most of the dishes. i swear i did. i washed when i woke up because i didn't wash the night before. and it was while mom was cooking, so you know she added a lot. and so i complain a bit but i wash it, today, anyways. then after band practice today, i ask him nicely to wash the dishes and clean up since i did most of the work [cooking/cleaning/helping my mom/ singing] while he was "practicing" in the garage. so he complains and says "it isn't even my day!" okay first of all, what bugs me the most, is that if i have to wash the dishes on his day and i am asked to i say that saying once in a while, but IT GETS DONE! when he's asked, he always says it and tries to compromise something. he never has it in his heart to offer, okay like once when i had a final. but that was it, i think i even asked him before hand. whatever. i was talking back to him and he was doing the same, and like WOW... that goes to show your respect. i mean i talk to you that way and you have the decency to talk back to an elder, let alone a girl, that way? it must be true, how a guy treats his mother and sister is how he'd treat his girlfriend/wife. i dont know. i just pray that God calms me down to think rationally because i can't at this moment!

It's just one of those days.

You know how you have those days where you feel like crap. gahh, i guess i can say that I am having one of those days. So my frustration level is pretty up there. First of all, I have my first exam in Anatomy. ARGH... i feel so unprepared, and writing this blog isn't helping me prepare.
Plus, my youth band. Gah do i love 'em, but many times, well, a lot of the times I feel like a don't belong. I mean I enjoy singing and all, but I'm not as talented with the voice as Selene is. I can't "let it out" because that's all I CAN let out. My voice is my voice, there isn't anything I can change about that. The voice thing isn't the only part that makes me feel weird. Okay, I'm not trying to say that deserve a solo or anything, but the fact that I am never given a part, or that I am passed up, kinda gets to me. I don't really want to glorify my name and announce what a great singer I am, because I am not that great of a singer. But to be asked WOULD make me feel like i am part of the band.
I just feel like i should hide in the corner right now. I mean, I'm not all emo, about to cut myself. But i just feel like that isn't my cup-a-joe. Although I may enjoy it, I don't feel like I should be one behind the mic.
Not only do I feel like an alien to my band, but after a "rejection" with my friend, I feel a little saddened that he is uncomfortable with being friends. I miss his presence, but what can I do if the relationship is just viewed with one direction or none? Nothing, that's what. I guess studying should take my mind off all of this.

Bruised once more.

you know i can say that my heart has been bruised again. i don't easily put it out there, but when i do, it is with nervous-ness and faith. but too many times has my heart lead me astray from God. I can, now, honestly say that i shown what i believe in and although it may have been hard to say and hear, i know that God is good and that He has only something [someone] better for me. it could be that person in the future, it could be someone from across the world, or it could be someone i already know, but i know that someone is going love God first and foremost in his life.

Emo-ness.

First and foremost, I must say that I am NOT emo. But it seems like everyone around me is getting bit by the Emo-bug. I'm not here to make fun of them, or take pleasure in their pain. But COME ON! Get over whatever is bothering you, if you really have a relationship with God, it would be easier to let go, and let God! I know its easy to say, but I honestly think that letting God take care of your worries is so much easier. Putting faith back in Him has shown me how good he is. And typing this, I have come to realize that I should not be the one who is making my decisions, but I should be letting God. He is good and the plans He has for me is much greater than the ones I have more myself.

God, I just want to thank you for letting me get into Anatomy! I was wondering what i could do, how i could get in, then I just started to stop caring because i most likely would not get in. But last night i prayed and realized that i shouldn't be asking God to put me in the class. i prayed that His will be done. If it is in His plan that I become set back in school, there's a reason for that. [sigh] this blogs are such a good way to release what i have bottled up.

Dreams.

Remembering what I had dreamt about last night makes me smile. I dreamt of the only and only Justin Timberlake and going to his concert makes me more excited to see him in September. WOOT!!!

So the dream goes like this. The concert is at the Cow Palace and I'm supposed to be meeting Jessica and Regina there. But i somehow forget the tickets at home because i just came from church. so i get in, but i only have the receipt but they wont let me in. i convince my parents to bring me home. and i tell Regina over the phone, but she got in for some reason. and so i come back and the concert is about the start but the stage is like a movie theater, stadium style and you have to stand in the fron in front of the stage. the Pussycat Dolls perform in the aisles and Justin is about to go on, but no one is there. Jessica says she's gonna be late and i don't know where Regina is. And that is all I remember. Oh yes and that I am front and center at the concert saving a spot for them, even thought there are only 20 people on the floor.

Whatever... i know that the concert will be WAY better than that!