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I just watched the "Born This Way" episode of Glee and cried buckets. In the ending number, each glee club member wore a shirt that said what they hated most about themselves, and then I got to thinking that it must have taken a lot of the actors themselves to appear on television with these insecurities printed out for everyone to see (like Lea Michele, who wore a shirt that said "NOSE").  Personally, if I wrote up a list of things I hate about myself, I could come up with a book about as thick as Principles of General Chemistry . And that's very thick. But anyway, I'll name three, just off the top of my head. Three things I'd love to love about myself: (picture taken right after crying buckets) Eyes (They're not equally sized, and I don't like the way they slant.) Chubby cheeks Crooked lips (seriously. they don't match up :|)   I remember the last time I was home, I was standing in front of a mirror and saying "I hate my face.

IT'S 12:57 AM ON APRIL 28TH! YOU ALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT  I'll tell you later. What I will tell you now is what I've been up to lately, which is, of course, all I ever talk about on my blog (hooray for self-centeredness!).  Monday  Arrived in Manila in time for my first class of the day!  Tuesday  For the first time in ages I slept properly (i.e. went to bed at 9:30 [after doing all my homework] and woke up at 5). And then I actually had breakfast. In other words, today I was a good girl yehey.  Psych long test followed and I got two mistakes but whatever I mean yeah all right it doesn't bother me all that much you know people make mistakes and we are supposed to learn from them so 'kay fine I'm cool with that like psh whatever yo. Wednesday (which became yesterday about an hour ago) DID MORE LFC THINGS WOOHOO In case you aren't up-to-date on this, LFC stands for Loyola Film Circle and it is the premier film organization of the Aten

Sad: This. Sadder: The person who said "MY LIFE. :>" Saddest: That this got 39, 299 notes.  I'd like to believe that the greater portion of the population of teenage girls (maybe the girls who aren't on tumblr) have a lot more on their minds than the pressing issues mentioned in the graphic. What a depressing world we would be living in if this was all we ever thought about eh.  I remember what Sir Atienza, our Fil 12 professor, told us about representation. If I didn't misunderstand him, he said that no piece of literature, music, or art can ever fully reflect anyone or any group of people at any given time. Whatever we create can mirror only certain aspects of ourselves, and never the entire picture. For example, who you are on Facebook is not who you are in real life, but who you want other people to see you as. Posting "I'm bored" as your Facebook status does not mean that you're a lazy bum who does nothing but complain about how bored

        Sorry about not writing as much. I haven't been updating the Folio either, even though Cheryl, Jeth, and Sir Unsay have been doing wonderful, wonderful things on the site. Anyway. Friday-Sunday         I had a formation seminar (formsem) with the Loyola Film Circle (who shall henceforth be referred to as LFC)! Wooooo! We went to a resort in Calamba, Laguna. We talked about the org and I made new friends. Woo. It was a lot of fun. :) Buko tarts are awesome by the way. Monday        I went with some of the LFC team to shoot for the OrSem film. I was a personal assistant, which meant I basically just had to wipe sweat off the actors' faces in between takes. Also, I was in charge of handing the actors the clothes that they needed for that particular take. Oh, and I had to make sure everyone had food and water.      It was such an awesome experience. I've always wanted to see what it was like behind the scenes of a movie. I got to see how they set up the lightin

       See the title? It's a song by Urbandub that I like! It's not a song I want playing over and over on my playlist or anything, but it's one of those songs you have resesrved for special occasions. I listen to it when I am nostalgic and I think about little moments in high school.         Now I sound like my dad. Anyway, I thought of this song today because... Well, it's the first day of summer classes! Hooray for not having any meaningful connection! \:D/      My first class was Psychology 101, and it was at 9:00 too! (Hooray for not having to wake up at 6:30 anymore!) I got to see some of my friends in the hallways and it was a happy reunion that culminated in the consumption of pastel. (Aren't you guys tired of the stuff yet?)     A lot of my friends from Health Sci are in the same Psych class I am. Surprise surprise! Our teacher, Ma'am Banzon-Librojo, seems really nice too. And the topics sound very interesting. I think I'm going to love Psych.

Look how vain I've become. You can now Like my blog on Facebook, but it's not a fan page or anything. Ooh, technology. Anyway, I had an awesome weekend. Saturday marked my parents' sweetheart anniversary, so we went out to celebrate by eating at Butcher's Best! If the name of the place doesn't sound all that romantic, that's because it isn't. It's always full of people, and there isn't a lot of space, and the walls are covered in a mural depicting Chinese people grilling meat. But if you ever happen to be in Cagayan de Oro, that's the first place you must eat at. I dare you to find better sisig! After dinner we went to SM to watch Rio. The last time I saw a movie in a cinema was during SOSE Movie Night, and that was the latest Harry Potter! I love Rio by the way, you should go buy your self a ticket and see it right now! It's funny! It's charming! It's farming ! (Forget I said that.) The colors are amazing, and the music is jus

       Guess who just got punished for wanting to get a little girly. Earlier I found this nice little bottle of glittery, electric blue nail polish lying around in the room, and without thinking I smoothed it on my fingernails. For minutes afterwards I thought the effect looked pretty cool, but then it just started to looked really gross and unnatural. So I soaked a cotton in what acetone we had and started dabbing my nails with it, but after hours of scrubbing (okay I'm exaggerating), there were still some bits of blue paint left on my fingers. I'd take a picture and post it here, but who would want to see that? :))       Three days left until I go back to Manila. Does that mean my life is going back to normal? College has never been a normal thing for me, but coming home isn't exactly a routine activity either. I just don't know what's normal anymore. I feel like a lame Eliza Thornberry. With disgusting bluish fingernails. . . .         Anyway, because I

Guess what just happened on my blog yesterday! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! Sooooo let's all just pretend I posted this a day earlier and say HAPPY FIRST ANNIVERSARY TO MY BLOG! Woohoo! *cue self-congratulating little dance* \:D/ Just a recap of the minimal activity that's been going on here: Last post, I asked you what song you would like playing at your season finale if your life were a TV show. I was looking over all your wonderful comments earlier, and I saw that a lot of your songs were about dying. I didn't exactly mean death when I said "season finale," because season finales are, after all, the closing of just one part of a story and not necessarily the end of the entire story altogether. But anyway, you gave me really awesome answers (except maybe for "Be a Man," which just made me go WTH! good song, but good finale song? ehh). It's really hard to pick a winner, so instead I picked THREE. Hooray for indecision! So, in no order, here are the so