after party...

still feeling a huge sense of hang over because of our win in the broadquest, our class celebrated our victory at the usual party place: ron's crib. hehe.

our next destination was at school for the paskuhan.overall, it was tons better than last year.the fireworks display was gorgeous!:p it was very festive and fun.although globe refused to cooperate because the signal was so obviously hacked, we had fun.

parokya ni edgar was great!:) i love you chito.astig.

then, it was gimmik time. it was sad that mafe wasn't able to come, but, there's always next time.

so it was me, sheena, celine, cherry and kristine who had the time of our lives somewhere in tomas morato.:)

we went clubbin' at barrakz.hahaha.cool.sobra.

while we were dancing, having a good time, there were these two guys who obviously wanted to dance with us.but we thought better of it and ignored them.

so, they just went away and danced witht this girl, who was, in cherry's term:

"BISAKLAT."

=))

i am seriously regretting what we did. they were hot pa naman sana.hahahaha.

already tired and feeling sleepy for the day's drama,our next stop was at starbucks in abscbn compound. ayun, picture picture...vanilla cream grande for me...picture ulet...then crashed sheena's home na.

ang lakas ng loob namin na magbar hopping last night.super lakad lang, finding a nice place to chill out.ayun, barrakz lang pala ulit bagsak namin.=))

what an adventure guys,i had so much fun.let's do it again next time.next destination: THE FORT.okay?hehehe

DECEMBER 19,2007

this date is seriously a milestone...not just for us in our block, but for ALL communication arts students.

in this year's broadquest, our class proved that we can break traditions and go an extra mile further in doing great things.

as some of my blockmates have probably written in their online diaries, our class was THE production house of the year. we also won the award for being the original in terms of the concept, which was very unexpected because the other classes also produced wonderful outputs.

sobrang worth it yung pagod, puyat at mga tampuhan.

i don't need to say much because everything that there is to be said has been expressed yesterday.

we are definitely humbled by our victory.

so in gratitude, i would like to mention some people:

>CHARMAINE-the ever talented and responsible president of our class...meng, we definitely would have been crumbling down to pieces if you weren't there to give us the proper motivation and drive to do all of those things.you shouted, screamed, became frustrated at all of us but for the right reasons. hands down to you my dear. it's never a dull moment working with you. keep on inspiring souls like us so that we'll know how much we shine like you do.

>CHARLOTTE-the dynamic "direk tart" and my beloved friendy. no words can ever build up the proper statement on how much you've done for this project. there were hardships along the way, but nevertheless, you always smiled at the end of the work to boost our morale.

>JAMELLE-without you, there would be no concept, without you, there would have been no SIGLO, the winning piece of our class.

>TO MY BELOVED BITCHES, THE MAD DOGS (2CA1)- guys,this is it. we broke the jinx.we've proven that belonging in this class is not completely malas and a waste.you guys all did a great job.*pat your backs* everyone helped out through the best that they can and we all contributed for the betterment of our production, i am definitely looking forward to more sleepless nights, tears and triumphs with each of you.love you guys 2ca1.:)

...

icing on the cake:

one of the judges, who works for ABS CBN loved our output so much that he actually asked for the CD and the script of our work.

guys, first step victory, next step FAME.:)

ahoo!ahoo!ahoo!:p

once upon a dream...

( a blog tribute to the star that was...Britney Spears)

okay, okay...
i make it sound like she died or something.but the truth is, when someone who's as famous as her experiences the "dying fame limbo", she's as good as a dead carcass anyway.
right?
so anyway, let me begin this eulogy for her, who was once my idol.:)

...

growing up, i was the BIGGEST britney fan EVER.
(i swear to god, i really was.and now, looking back on how mediocre i seemed to be, i feel soo embarrased about myself. )

i have ALL her albums, i have ALL possible magazines and tabloids that contained her, i saw ALL her concerts (though not live) and i watched her grab the trophies that all award giving bodies ever gave out during the time she was still the "it" girl of our generation.

in short, i worshipped the ground she stepped on, which, i think, most of the female teenage population did as well.

when britney was starting out, she was barely 18.she was young, carefree and innocent. she was surrounded by all these people who adored her and showered her with things that most girls her level usually get at an older age.

imagine having a triple platinum label in your name at age, what? 19?

it was, if truth be told, virtually impossible to achieve whatever she has acquired at such a tender age. and no one has been born yet that can topple over her reigning glory.

so, okay, a multi-million dollar insurance to your name, a spot in the hollywood walk of fame and millions of screaming fans all over the world isn't all that, is it?

not when controversies seem to surround you everywhere you go.

britney, although she was the goddess of all teen popstars a few years ago, she was forever condemened and followed around by paparazzis everywhere she went. she was called various names and attached to all sorts of controveries that practically ruined her ego.

there was the issue with justin timberlake, the movie "crossroads" (which, according to most people, was a major major flop), the said rivalry between her and christina aguilera, and the list just goes on and on...

but the most hurtful gossip of all would have been the issue with her mom, who was reportedly said to have been using her own daughter to pay off their family debts and who was just using the fame and glory to benefit her own selfish desires.

ever wonder how britney underwent the painful transition of a teeny bopper-ish young girl into a full time slut material?

it was said that her own mom somehow coerced her to change her image from time to time in order to "serve" the changing needs of the demanding industry that she was a part of.

yep.this is true.

her mom was behind the skimpy tops and barely there outfits.

this was much to the disapproval of britney, ofcourse, who was more apt about doing what she loved best, which was performing.

fast forward to a few years...

and then came kevin federline...

who was the man that everyone thought would be with her forever...

after her painful break up with justin...kevin was the last person that she needed in her jumbled web of confusion and agony.

i won't go into detail about what happened in her life during these hard years since much has already been said about it.

it's too painful to describe it anyway.

...

so now we all gather here to commemorate the life of britney jean spears...

a life that was probably lived in joy (at most times).

a satisfactory performer, a controversial diva, but nonetheless a good person at heart.

she doesn't deserve to go where the roads of fame lead her.she doesn't deserve to be criticized as well...

but then again, that's what showbusiness is all about anyway, right?

the glitz, the glamour and the fame are all but temporary...

in the end, we'll all go to that one place where serenity awaits to embrace us all.

goodbye britney, you live in the hearts of those who loved you...

she was a young girl who only dreamed of the stars...
and now, that's where she's at...
all the fame is now a memory...

tired but happy...

• academics.
• broadquest shoot.
• papers.
• pressure.
• expectations.
• delibs.
• MMAB staffer work.

...this is a typical day in my life these days. sometimes, it makes me even stop, wonder and say, "what the eff??! how did i get soo busy???where was i when the world suddenly decided to put all the work load on me??"

but when i enter my beloved room 113 and see 37 other poor souls like me, it makes the "busy-ness" less felt. i mean, we're all in this together, right?

**emo**

yuck,hahaha.

well, even though we're all practically dying because of the stuff we have to do, i'm very happy.

it's because...i'm falling for...:X

...PREDATORA.

oh no.i'm kidding.=))

**i seriously wanna laugh right now.out loud**

my wish list...

i'm super excited.may exchange gift kami sa block namin and i wonder who got me?lol

well, whoever you are,i'm posting my wishlist so you would have an idea what to get me...:)

novels:

>the mermaid chair by sue monk kidd
>mermaid park by beth mayall
>a countess below stairs and a song for summer both by eva ibbotson
>exit here by jason myers
>angel's choice by lauren baratz logsted
>maybe a miracle by brian strause
>the ship of brides by jojo moyes
>the virgin of small plains by nancy pickard

favorite cartoon characters:

>care bears:)
>mickey mouse
>hello kitty

here comes the more expensive stuff i want to get...

>the scent of paris hilton
>fantasy by britney


hahaha.i'm not demanding,though.simple things make me happy naman eh. just wrap up my loved one in one big box of gold, okay na.hahahaha

i ain't no cinderella...

maybe it was the pseudo-step sisters.

or the evil step mother.

the fairy god-mother who sings "BIBIDIBABIDI BOO!".

perhaps, even the pumpkin that turns into a carriage, the mice that become white horses and the dog that turns into a horseman.

maybe it's the glass slippers.

or the fact that i tend to stare outside my bedroom window and day dream about a palace and and a prince and a happily ever after.

.....

these and a whole lot more characterize modern day feminists like myself. but the truth is, i don't have step sisters, (or a step mother, in that case) , nor have i ever encountered a fairy god-mother that would instantly turn me into this glamorous, drop-dead gorgeous princess that all girls would absoultely die to be like.

nope. truth is, i'm very normal. yep. more than you could ever think of.

this is hard to believe, but growing up, i never dreamt about a cinderella life. you know, the kind of life characterized by the rags-to-riches kind of thing. as a little girl, i used to think that it was way too cheesy how they portrayed girls like cinderella.(*yes, even as a small child, i was that pessimistic*)

okay, so maybe i was fascinated by fairy tales and all these girls who would go to fabulous parties and stuff, but i never wanted to live the life they had. why?it's mainly because i always thought they would spend the rest of their lives in mediocrity and pure boredom.

imagine the rest of your life tied to (okay, okay..*rolls her eyes*) a dashing, HOT young prince without having so much of a 5-minute conversation because he's too busy looking after his kingdoms..his horses..etc.

(so, okay, my friends are probably saying "come on, chai, you?!not liking a prince??"now.)

the thought is nice.but i'm not into that domestic drama. i don't want to stay home to raise babies. that's such an effing drag!!!! i wanna be free and go out and meet new guys.(oops.caught.haha)

seriously, though. i don't want that to ever happen to me.not in a million years.

i don't hate fairy tales. i hate the way they make young girls believe that there's this thing called "magic" and the way they make them want to be blonde, blue-eyed and gown-clad. no one lives like that these days.atleast, not in the philippines. but the point is, they shouldn't be giving these innocent minds the impression that real life is like how these books show them. these girls would just expect too much. they would even tend to grow up waiting for a fairy god-mother to appear.

and once these expectations were not met?they'll only get disappointed.

poor girls.

.....

the clock now strikes twelve.

knowing that the spell would be wearing off soon, cinderella dashes outside the palace without so much of a goodbye to her prince charming.

the beautiful gown is slowly turning into her old ragged clothes, the magic is fading away.

not far behind, she can hear the prince calling out, saying, "wait! i don't even know your name!"...

but she can't look back.not if she wants him to find out who and what she really is.

as she quickly descends the steps, she leaves behind one of her glass slippers. but she knew she can't go back for it.she had to go...

tears started to fall down, unchecked.

she wasn't a princess anymore.

she was just plain old cinderella again.

no more magic, no more glamour...

just the house to sweep and a dirty old fireplace to clean...

i ain't no cinderella...

maybe it was the pseudo-step sisters.

or the evil step mother.

the fairy god-mother who sings "BIBIDIBABIDI BOO!".

perhaps, even the pumpkin that turns into a carriage, the mice that become white horses and the dog that turns into a horseman.

maybe it's the glass slippers.

or the fact that i tend to stare outside my bedroom window and day dream about a palace and and a prince and a happily ever after.

.....

these and a whole lot more characterize modern day feminists like myself. but the truth is, i don't have step sisters, (or a step mother, in that case) , nor have i ever encountered a fairy god-mother that would instantly turn me into this glamorous, drop-dead gorgeous princess that all girls would absoultely die to be like.

nope. truth is, i'm very normal. yep. more than you could ever think of.

this is hard to believe, but growing up, i never dreamt about a cinderella life. you know, the kind of life characterized by the rags-to-riches kind of thing. as a little girl, i used to think that it was way too cheesy how they portrayed girls like cinderella.

(*yes, even as a small child, i was that pessimistic*)

okay, so maybe i was fascinated by fairy tales and all these girls who would go to fabulous parties and stuff, but i never wanted to live the life they had. why?it's mainly because i always thought they would spend the rest of their lives in mediocrity and pure boredom.

imagine the rest of your life tied to (okay, okay..*rolls her eyes*) a dashing, HOT young prince without having so much of a 5-minute conversation because he's too busy looking after his kingdoms..his horses..etc.

(so, okay, my friends are probably saying "come on, chai, you?!not liking a prince??"now.)

the thought is nice.but i'm not into that domestic drama. i don't want to stay home to raise babies. that's such an effing drag!!!! i wanna be free and go out and meet new guys.(oops.caught.haha)

seriously, though. i don't want that to ever happen to me.not in a million years.

i don't hate fairy tales. i hate the way they make young girls believe that there's this thing called "magic" and the way they make them want to be blonde, blue-eyed and gown-clad. no one lives like that these days.atleast, not in the philippines. but the point is, they shouldn't be giving these innocent minds the impression that real life is like how these books show them. these girls would just expect too much. they would even tend to grow up waiting for a fairy god-mother to appear.

and once these expectations were not met?they'll only get disappointed.

poor girls.

.....

the clock now strikes twelve.

knowing that the spell would be wearing off soon, cinderella dashes outside the palace without so much of a goodbye to her prince charming.

the beautiful gown is slowly turning into her old ragged clothes, the magic is fading away.

not far behind, she can hear the prince calling out, saying, "wait! i don't even know your name!"...

but she can't look back.not if she wants him to find out who and what she really is.

as she quickly descends the steps, she leaves behind one of her glass slippers. but she knew she can't go back for it.she had to go...

tears started to fall down, unchecked.

she wasn't a princess anymore.

she was just plain old cinderella again.

no more magic, no more glamour...

just the house to sweep and a dirty old fireplace to clean...