Stress relievers

Every week ends just like a blur. Time comes hurriedly. Imagine the second week of the current semester  has passed very quickly. Here I am tryin' to illustrate the occurrence of my daily existence :)

I usually stand in the bus every morning, feeling the pressure of academic, physically exhausted when I reach home, Worrying about the the submission of the outputs, straining the creative juices that flowing in my imagination, hahaha I am stressed! :)) My psychology professor said "you're not  human, if you're not stressed." and she's absolutely right bd.  Stress comes naturally, sometimes you wanna drop everything and hit the sack. Stress just ruined the impeccability of your physical aura, and replaced it with visible flaws that can be signs of your daunt aura.

Suddenly I have found my stress relievers!
*My friend, Shiela  gave me mini notebook in my 17th b-day. I spiced it up by attaching recyclable materials, such as advertisement leaflets, colorful things that couldn't be use anymore. I creatively design the mini notebook, and I turned it into planner, inspiration ntbk, mini scrapbook, and schedule notebook. It's a notebook, that became a package into one :)). I love how the every simple page turns brilliant, when I  pasted the zero cost materials on it. I love how my creativity works and I am not minding the time at all, because I am enjoying i soooo much :))

*Window shopping makes me happy. It's a sort of canvassing, but a way to scrutinize to make your money be worth it. I am having my window shopping not in the dress section, but in the different varieties of bookstore. I love to take a look on the chunky journals, cute sticky notes,vintage booklets, and current magazine issues,  . Those things never fails to make me smile, A huge smile that keeps on  breaking through when I get out of the bookstore.

*I love treating myself during weekends. After the hard work I've done in the whole week. I yearn for a reward, a kind of token that will motivate me to work hard even more for the next week.
I treat my self a sundae, before I occupy a sit in the bus. Or I stroll with my best friend, and eat somewhere :)). or stroll alone in the mall :)

*I am re-blogging.  I love how the pictures in the tumblr, transport me in the dreamland and it gives me an overwhelming emotion, hahaha. It's a site that could live up your ambitious side. The pictures that I re-blogged illuminates how I wanted the content of the pictures sooo badly :)) hihihi.

*I am contemplating. During weekends I have the journal ritual. I write my thoughts,  happenstance occurred in the weekend, in my journal. Figuratively speaking, my journal, is currently running out of page. So please, for the generous readers,  would you mind if you give me a hard bound journal. LOL. Kidding.

yeah that's all thank you *bow*

The spark of friendship and the delectable dishes.

LEARN

The bitterness beneath the surface of my scratch paper in Math

I am not a math wizard, I have practically no skills in math. Applying the basics such as division, multiplication,subtraction  and addition are enough for me, but to deal with the complexities of X and Y! It's too much, For me,  algebra's equation is not really a part of daily living.Probably, for those it's useful... But for me, since my capabilities couldn't deal with it, I hate it. I am not blessed to own a cognitive left-brained.. I'm more on the right part..

Anyway, I'd like to share the bitterness I wrote during finals:
In the humid weather, at exactly, 2:05pm, my brain starts to malfunction. My brain starts yo be crazy. I hate the feeling of trying so hard to figure out, but you couldn't even have a single try. 


LOWER PORTION Of the scratchie 
Math really makes people crazy, Silly formulas, unending solutions happening, but one thing is for sure Math wants to open our eyes, that in every problem there's always a sol'n.




TO BE CONTINUED.... 

IRREPLACEABLE, yes they are :)

No matter what happens, even if you have  encounter countless people along the way,

your heart is still coming back to the people who knew you since the grade of three.

These people are like my sisters, they know me, they genuinely know the story of my life.

They know my ups and down. ACCEPT me even if  how silly I am 

We may be not related through the lineage of clan, but I assure you 

they will always have place in my heart

they are irreplaceable.

They have proven that a true friendship shouldn't be inseparable, 

they have proven that even if you can't take a glimpse of their faces in each and everyday,

they will still be there, for you, they will still be there to support you.

Clueless of how many years of companionship we have had, evidently, no matter how many 

years we've been through, you will still remain untarnished here in my heart

I LOVE YOU GUYS :)))

Unexpected present in my 17 years of existence :)

I am profoundly been touched, when I knew that my college friends plotted a surprise for me. Although I already guessed that they will giving me something special. Figuratively speaking, I heard them whispering behind me and so I eavesdropped; their actions were weird, and it was pretty obvious that they were giving something.LOL. I formed a personal message to @Francesca the day before I threw my b-day celebration. I told her I already knew about it. I told her through a text message, so that I won't feel awkward. I don't want to pretend that I am clueless about the surprise, when in fact I already know it. It's better to say the truth than to look like a fool  feigning... Hhahahah. So, in behalf of those who prepared, I acknowledge @Francesca in advance. Honestly, I am flattered to know that my troop prepared something in my 17 years of existence.

I received letters, personalized tumbler, planner, eraser, and so on. Thank you guys for the presents, I do appreciate the efforts you have bestowed. just by giving me something in my b-day ;)))

Suddenly, my b-day occurred just like n ordinary day. I woke up early in the morning, had a sumptuous breakfast, drank my vitamins, joined the fast paced life of passengers in the bus, I had also an insufficient sleep for a reason that my b-day was finals. LOL. Maybe I say that the 11 day of October was an ordinary day for me, perhaps I don't ask for anything. , perhaps I was preoccupied by contentment. I am not having a feeling of inadequacy. I live happily each day, make people laugh harder.One day your biological clock awakens you  instantly feel that this is it... It's my life....Acceptance and contentment urge you to say you're living your life to the fullest. Why don't you try to live up your life without asking too much... You'll be very blissful :))

I never disregard the things I accepted in my b-day. In fact, when I glance on the presents I feel an explosion of delight, and the memories instantly flashed in my mind xD. Probably, I received  special present before my b-day.. Sort of unexpected present... It never crossed in my mind that I could attain a very special:

• MM's 

 A collective people where I belonged :) We called ourselves Mm's for a reason that we certainly love to eat and we abbreviated it as MM's, originally, it is MIGHTY MOUTHS. In retrospect, I had an assumption that when I reached college, I imagine myself as an outcast, because I get used to the lengthy companionship of high school endeavor. Suddenly, Mm's erased my wrong assumptions and accepted me as I am. :))

• A BEST FRIEND 

 My high school best friend is irreplaceable, she'll be my forever BESTIE. It is superb to have a college best friend whom you can confide your secrets with. It's good to have a very close person in your troop, most especially when you both having the same frequencies.:))). I never expected I would have a best friend in college, for a reason that it is very hard for me to trust someone within a short term companionship- imagine it's only almost 5 months and there you go, I am blessed to have these people who instantly gave a vibrant color in my college life.

Heartwarming story :'(

Hi, Mommy.

... ...I'm your baby. You don't know me yet, I'm only a few
weeks old. You're going to find out about me soon, though, I promise.
Let me tell you some things about me. My name is John, and I've got
beautiful brown eyes and black hair. Well, I don't have it yet, but I
will when I'm born. I'm going to be your only child, and you'll call me
your one and only. I'm going to grow up without a daddy mostly, but we
have each other. We'll help each other, and love each other. I want to
be a doctor when I grow up.



You found out about me today, Mommy! You were so excited, you couldn't
wait to tell everyone. All you could do all day was smile, and life was
perfect. You have a beautiful smile, Mommy. It will be the first face I
will see in my life, and it will be the best thing I see in my life. I
know it already.



Today was the day you told Daddy. You were so excited to tell him about
me! ...He wasn't happy, Mommy. He kind of got angry. I don't think that
you noticed, but he did. He started to talk about something called
wedlock, and money, and bills, and stuff I don't think I understand
yet. You were still happy, though, so it was okay. Then he did
something scary, Mommy. He hit you. I could feel you fall backward, and
your hands flying up to protect me. I was okay... but I was very sad
for you. You were crying then, Mommy. That's a sound I don't like. It
doesn't make me feel good. It made me cry, too. He said sorry after,
and he hugged you again. You forgave him, Mommy, but I'm not sure if I
do. It wasn't right. You say he loves you... why would he hurt you? I
don't like it, Mommy.



Finally, you can see me! Your stomach is a little bit bigger, and
you're so proud of me! You went out with your mommy to buy new clothes,
and you were so so so happy. You sing to me, too. You have the most
beautiful voice in the whole wide world. When you sing is when I'm
happiest. And you talk to me, and I feel safe. So safe. You just wait
and see, Mommy. When I am born I will be perfect just for you. I will
make you proud, and I will love you with all of my heart.



I can move my hands and feet now, Mommy. I do it because you put your
hands on your belly to feel me, and I giggle. You giggle, too. I love
you, Mommy.



Daddy came to see you today, Mommy. I got really scared. He was acting
funny and he wasn't talking right. He said he didn't want you. I don't
know why, but that's what he said. And he hit you again. I got angry,
Mommy. When I grow up I promise I won't let you get hurt! I promise to
protect you. Daddy is bad. I don't care if you think that he is a good
person, I think he's bad. But he hit you, and he said he didn't want
us. He doesn't like me. Why doesn't he like me, Mommy?



You didn't talk to me tonight, Mommy. Is everything okay?



It's been three days since you saw Daddy. You haven't talked to me or
touched me or anything since that. Don't you still love me, Mommy? I
still love you. I think you feel sad. The only time I feel you is when
you sleep. You sleep funny, kind of curled up on your side. And you hug
me with your arms, and I feel safe and warm again. Why don't you do
that when you're awake, any more?



I'm 21 weeks old today, Mommy. Aren't you proud of me? We're going
somewhere today, and it's somewhere new. I'm excited. It looks like a
hospital, too. I want to be a doctor when I grow up, Mommy. Did I tell
you that? I hope you're as excited as I am. I can't wait.



...Mommy, I'm getting scared. Your heart is still beating, but I don't
know what you are thinking. The doctor is talking to you. I think
something's going to happen soon. I'm really, really, really scared,
Mommy. Please tell me you love me. Then I will feel safe again. I love
you!



Mommy, what are they doing to me!? It hurts! Please make them stop! It
feels bad! Please, Mommy, please please help me! Make them stop!



Don't worry Mommy, I'm safe. I'm in heaven with the angels now. They
told me what you did, and they said it's called an abortion.



Why, Mommy? Why did you do it? Don't you love me any more? Why did you
get rid of me? I'm really, really, really sorry if I did something
wrong, Mommy. I love you, Mommy! I love you with all of my heart. Why
don't you love me? What did I do to deserve what they did to me? I want
to live, Mommy! Please! It really, really hurts to see you not care
about me, and not talk to me. Didn't I love you enough? Please say
you'll keep me, Mommy! I want to live smile and watch the clouds and
see your face and grow up and be a doctor. I don't want to be here, I
want you to love me again! I'm really really really sorry if I did
something wrong. I love you!





I love you, Mommy.



Every abortion is just…



One more heart that was stopped.

Two more eyes that will never see.

Two more hands that will never touch.

Two more legs that will never run.

One more mouth that will never speak.

(repost)

Recycling :)

RECYCLING THE PAPERS THAT SHOULD SUPPOSE TO BE
ON THE TRASH.

MY OWN WAY TO HELP THE EARTH.

NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE MINIATURE HELP IN THE ENVIRONMENT. 

FOR  IT MIGHT BE A START OF A BIGGER HELP AHEAD. :))

DO YOUR PART.

YOU'll JUST REALIZE THAT YOUR EXECUTION. COULD MAKE A DIFFERENCE. 

INTRAMURAL Hangover :)))

A three day non academic activity! Where in every student, need not to shred brain cell to be armed up in the academic ground.. But, rather need to reserve energy for the games, which requires strength, agility, and so on...

This is one of my weakness, intramurals. I am not sporty, nor a groovy dancer. I can't render sports, I can't even dance coordinately, hahah. That's why I yearn to be place at the back to conceal how imperfect dancer i am.

Even if I only play minor games, I am still happy... To see the talented Scholasticans uplifting themselves, using the God given talent.  The mirth is still swelling inside of me.

It's really nice to know that there is an event like this who could energize the students after deluding themselves in the piles of handouts, and rendering their school stuffs.

Everything gets back to normal, next week, and i assume everybody will have an intramural hangover ;)))


:) have a happy weekend

It's what I just have in mind.

Never like a person.... just because for a reason of dependency that 

that she's witty. 

Because wittiness is not the basis of a true friendship. 

If you like her just because she's fun to be with then I will tell you it's an insufficient reason.

Because every fiber of her wittiness is a a sacrifice, a trial and error, just to make you smile.

Just to remind you that behind the jolly personality, there's always

an expectation.

They will always expect you to wear your "happy" mask on when in fact you're dealing with

gloominess. 

Flaw 101: Oily face

I tried many products, such as astringents, oil control, branded compact powder, facial

scrub, but none of them worked in my unbeatable oily face. The feeling of being exhausted when I glance at the mirror in the middle of the day, just because what I saw in my face was always a repetitive over moisture. I feel irritated that I need to put powder to cover up the dang oily face. Whenever there’s a picture taking with a flash on, my oily skin is visible. My t-zone is the oiliest part., but, what to do in this innate imperfection? Ha. Embrace it whole heartedly, because owning this kind of skin type is a part of who I am. No matter how hard I complain. I can’t change it and no one else will. It’s my skin type that should be needed to understand not to be underestimated.And acceptance is a must. 

Just found somethin' interesting

You are not your bra-size, nor are you the width of your waist, nor are you the slenderness of your calves. You are not your hair color, your skin color, nor are you a shade of lipstick. Your shoe-size is of no consequence. You are not defined by the amount of attention you get from males, females, or any combination thereof. You are not the number of sit-ups you can do, nor are you the number of calories in a day. You are not your mustache. You are not the hair on your legs. You are not a little red dress. You are no amalgam of these things.

You are the content of your character. You are the ambitions that drive you. You are the goals that you set. You are the things that you laugh at and the words that you say. You are the thoughts you think and the things you wonder. You are beautiful and desirable not for the clique you attend, but for the spark of life within you that compels you to make your life a full and meaningful one. You are beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of the soul 

it carries.

                               - not mine, written by a magnificent author who knows how to inspire. 

Ways to survive in my first year in college

Survival Instincts in my COLLEGE LIFE

• You gotta need Endurance- Yes indeed; endurance is the key to academic battle. I remember having countless insufficient sleep just to hit the deadline of submission, and not to mention the intense efforts I executed. Therefore, the bottom line is you have to do your best: Pass the requirements on time, Do your home works, become aware of class interaction, enthusiastically answer your seat works, and render any activities to be able to attain the grandeur of your class standing. Do it by all means whether it will give you an eye bugs or it would cause you acne in your face, you gotta have to endure and must have patience, for a reason that you know in the end that the efforts you've done will be rewarded by good grades.
• Improve your social skills- I admit having 7 or more years of existence in my previous school is really a big adjustment. I’ve known my high school friends since grade school, and it doesn’t have to prohibit me to know my college friends as well. Remember: The more friends the merrierJ. It’s nice to know that you have friends that you can lean on anytime when times get rough. It’s great to have friends that you can share the mirth until your tummy aches due to happiness. I’m intensely flattered to have MM’s with me (As if I know them in ages, when in fact I just know them for only 3 months!)
• Be courageous- How many times I suffered from improvise answer when my professors coincidently call me in recitation? Certainly, a countless times. But I did not just stand there, while over hearing the professor’s question, I fought back, I fought back even if I knew my answers were incorrect, and I instantly saw my professor write something in the paper, probably a point or a credit because I tried to answer even if I’m uncertain… Getting used to be called in a herd, seriously. Ondillo is the surname, mostly be called in a recitation. Instead of being called by a professor, I am voluntarily raising my hand to avoid improvise answer. I prefer to answer with a hint of certainty.
• Thorough Adjustment- I live in Cavite and I am studying in Manila, I am not renting a dorm nor having an extravagant condominium…  I travel back and forth from Cavite to Manila and from Manila to Cavite in each passing day. Yes. It’s hard. I do get tired of course. But I am not going to be fed up just for the transportation. The long hour of transportation each day taught me a lot. There were experiences that gave me a roller coaster of emotion, but it’s a part of a process, a part of the motivation for me to work harder, and training for me for more adversities ahead? …  I am getting used to be a part of the fast paced life of people in Manila. I already know how to handle the simplicity of standing in the crowded bus… Reviewing while I am standing in the bus… Texting while I am standing… I’m proud to acquire those skillsJ))) Haha. I also know how to force my self to get in in the LRT.. So on and so forth.
• Be Healthy- Being healthy is the most essential of all, without the aid of being healthy, I might be sick. If ever I got sick, my goal for perfect attendance won’t be happen. I drink vitamins daily, to be able to prevent being sick, and I am eating different variations of food, and what’s the best stress reliever? IT’S FOOD. XD After the heavy feeling of the day why don’t you reward yourself a scoop of ice cream, I’ll tell you, it’s gonna be worth it xD Ice cream is a comfort food same as chocolate :P Well being healthy  should be better prioritize. 

This is my ways, my survival instincts :)

unexplained thoughts you couldn't relate to

Tomorrow :)

Tomorrow will not be the stereotypical day, not the day  I am used to...

I've been used to a place where in I know all the people, where 

in the people were within reach where in I am treated like a family...

The place that I'm referring to is my previous school, MY HOME.

I became an inhabitant of my previous school for almost 7 years.

7 years that filled with happy memories, and the great comradeship

that I build since the grade of three :) 

Tomorrow will be the start of something new.

The start of my college life.

The scariest life, I conceive before and tomorrow I'll face it.

I'll Face it with a bright reassuring smile, with a a touch of excitement...

Tomorrow I'll be a certified Scholastican. 

A full spirited girl who is willing to face the challenges ahead.

Tomorrow, I would like to accomplish a comradeship, a new comradeship

that I'd like to pattern to the 7 years existence I had in  my  previous school

Tomorrow, I will go to the flow of life.

Tomorrow I would embrace my new home...

A home that is filled with the same sex as mine.

:)

Unknown expression

Clueless if I'll be happy or not...

AMAZING

They are jusssst AMAZING....

IMY too guys!!!

Expectation quite surpassed reality....

Unable to absorb the discussion any longer, clad in the school uniform, I was starring at the blackboard and I wanted to go home. It seemed an endless discussion for me , it was a lazy afternoon, I was bored, I was nuts,  was sleeepy... The sunny day conquered the air conditioned room which infuriated me more I cheered my self up to stay awake, and be alert. I thought about college life. I talked to myself and said "I just have to endure all this, I know in college, I will have a manageable time. In college, I'll be home early..."  I stayed awake, in that lazy afternoon, because of my self talk...The encouragement of y self talk that day made me hope about my college schedule. I didn't just hoped I expected in my college schedule that I can get home early... Subsequently, Expectation quite surpassed reality....


When the student assistant gave my tricky registration form, I was deceived... I was happy that I don't have any classes on Monday. When I scrutinized the dingy paper,I felt disappointed. Our dismissal will be 6:00 PM. and yeah I freaked out, with matching a sigh of mournful monotone. What can I do? But just to accept it. although it's a big adjustment .My dream shattered in just one snap. Learn to love it, despite on how match I hate it .... 

Realityyy

Eye candies of this Month

Alex Pettyfyer

Dennis O'niel

Xian Lim

Martin Del Rosario

They are just undeniably handsome. Uh oh not a fan of them. I'm just avoiding myself to be a fan girl, just simply because they are very attractive and they leave me breathless. I just don't have any crush in person,I mean a  person within reach.  I usually have a crush on someone who's  unreachable, someone who's impossible lol! For example  David Archuleta haha! Mostly, I am attracted in celebrities, singer :)   

Enticing magnificent male specimen, but still uncertain on their genuine personality.

Consequently, for now they are just "eye candies".

It’s like a work of art That never gets to see the light