Past life analysis

I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Germany around the year 1025. Your profession was that of a monk (nun), bee-keeper or lone gunman.
Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
Inquisitive, inventive, you liked to get to the very bottom of things and to rummage in books. Talent for drama, natural born actor.
The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
The world is full of ill and lonely people. You should help those, who are less fortunate than you are.
Do you remember now?

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I AM FAT.

As you think, so it is.
I THINK I AM THIN.

:O

Saddest picture

Hello, Bita (this is what I call my grandmother). If only you knew how much I missed you, and how much I've been missing you. I don't know why you had to leave. I have so much things to tell you, Bita. So much.

Remember when you told me to do good in Math, just like you did when you were my age? You knew I didn't really like Math back in grade school. Guess what, it's my favorite subject now. All the problems I've solved are for you Bita. Next week, we'll be having a Math contest. I'm a chosen participant! I will make you proud, Bita. I will! In college, I will also be taking up Accountancy, just like you! :)

I miss spending time with you. I remember how we spent every weekend at the grocery, buying things we never really needed. I remember sleeping in your house without asking permission from my parents and they'd get mad. I remember dancing in front of you just to make you laugh. I remember our last conversation. I remember our last hug. I remember your voice, the warmth of your hands, everything.

I miss you, Bita. I really do.

Stay away from zombies

Dear brain,
I'm really sorry, but you have to work 10948091384932 times as hard this week, to pay for what you have missed and apply the cramming skills you have gained for the past three years this week. NCAE on Wednesday, Talumpati and Math MT on Friday. Good luck and God bless you!

Lots of love,
Carina

P.S. Please be functional. We're friends, right?

Always there

WATCH THIS.

I remember crying during this scene. I loved this song so much, I used to sing it when I was down. HAHAHAHA!

Friends

© Narek Oganesyan

Written with a pen, sealed with a kiss,
If you are my friend, please answer me this:
Are we friends, or are we not?
You told me once, but I forgot.
So tell me now, and tell me true,
So I can say I'm here for you.
Of all the friends I've ever met,
You're the one I won't forget.
And if I die before you do,
I'll go to Heaven and wait for you,
I'll give the angels back their wings
And risk the loss of everything.
There isn't a thing I wouldn't do,
To have a friend just like you!

REFRLECTION

I didn't even spell that right.

I think that my immersion-retreat was the best experience I’ve ever had in my whole life. I enjoyed it so much, that I could still remember what happened from beginning to end.

On the first day, I got really nervous because I wasn’t really used to doing housework. I even found it disgusting to wash dishes. When I was there already, all I did was the thing I dreaded the most – yes, you guessed it – house work. I only had two choices: to do or not to do housework. Because I knew it was time for me to change, I didn’t think twice. I chose to do my job. I washed the dishes. I got water from the well. I gave Clea a bath. I cooked. I served meals. Before the immersion, my mom used to get mad at me because our apartment used to a dumpsite during weekends. After the immersion, I washed the dishes. Until today, I do the dishes here, since we only have one helper, and we live far away from home. I also wake up earlier. I don’t need to be told to fix my things. In a deeper sense, I believe I have developed a better sense of responsibility. I may not be perfectly responsible, but I am trying my best to be even better.

My retreat experience was just as significant. First, I have learned to value the gift of silence. Although I talked at times, I also managed to control my talkativity (if there’s such a word). When I was at the refectory joining the class for meals, it felt good because everything was so peaceful, so calm. Next, it felt very relieving to be able share my life experiences and open up to my classmates, especially because everyone was on retreat mode, and nobody could judge me or have side comments. I got to know each of my classmates more, and appreciate them even more. Also, seeing everyone being reconciled with one another was very heart-warming. I felt just as happy as, if not more than, everyone else in the room.

If I had the chance to go on an immersion-retreat again, I’d go without any hesitation, but God gave me an experience as beautiful as this just once, and it will forever be cherished.

I'm leaving for Iloilo in an hour or so.

MTE's having their retreat right now. All this time I've been recalling all my immersion-retreat experiences. From the time I arrived at school, to the time we said goodbye to Guimaras, I remember everything. EVERYTHING. This is how significant my immersion-retreat experience is.

Dear Kristi, I hope you bought me piaya! :)

Stop being pigs, even for a second.

My brothers are such pigs. I cooked those hotdogs, all err.. 20 of them. I just went in the room to post the CAE homework, which I have typed already, so it took me only about a minute. When I went back, there was only ONE f*cking hotdog on the table.

This may sound funny to you, but it exasperates me.

Past vs. Present

What is up with me and my attachment to the past? Well, I couldn't really say I am attached to the past, because I think the past is attached to me. Or I just am attached to the past.

I actually am a happy person. If you know me by heart, I really am. Right?

Whenever I think everything's in place, something bad really finds a way to creep me out. For instance, I was having one of those "oh-so-happy" days, when I had nothing to worry about. Then, I got to read a blog written over a year ago that made a part of me die inside.

I mean, it was written over a year ago, but why do I still suffer? Am I being haunted by my past self or am I just too obsessed about the past?

This wasn't the first time it happened.

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Lord, thank you for everything. I'm sorry for all the wrong I have done. I love you so much.

Nikki

Hello Niccole Marie Javison!
Thank you for following meeeee.

CM

When I was walking back to the classroom from the clinic, we met on the way and he was being tackled by a fat girl. He called me and he said, "Nang Carina, na away niya ko oh!" And I went, "Indi pag awaya boyfriend ko! Joke." Then he just laughed. I asked him for my palanca and he said he'd give me one only if the fat girl left him alone. And she did. Hooray!
We also played badminton! YEEEEEE! :"> Kilig! =))
Corrupting minors. Forever.

I'm tired of Facebook. I'm tired of social networking.

Hello, let's be friends.

You can't face your problem if your problem is your face.

I think I don't really hate the subject CAF. I know for a fact I hate it because of the teacher. You want to know what happened today? Of course you do!

Well, here's what happened. She told Michelle to take note of those who didn't have books and were transferring seats, and deduct 10 points. So, we also told her to give 10 points to those who brought books. She didn't agree with us so I told her, "Stop being such a pessimist." Because, she is. Then she exploded like any other volcano, and spat lava everywhere. She said, "I'm sorry, Carina pero hindi ko talaga nagustuhan yung sinabi mo". Well, hindi rin kita gusto! Kahit kailan, hindi talaga kita magugustuhan! She said she'll be bringing it up during the evaluation. Tssh. Whatever. Pathetic.

That's all. Thank you. :)

Define Awesome

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Just keep squishing, squishing, squishing.

I've had so many good memories with you guys. I remember spending every recess time with you.





























Hi.

Without me, you'd only be aweso!

Catharsis occurs to me everyday, I tell you. This morning, we played charades and I was forced by my groupmates to be the last person to act out. I was supposed to act out:

"To see the best side of others is a gift."
- St. Marie Eugenie

At first I was doing well, but just when I got the hang of it, fear started to creep in. I trembled in front of my classmates as fear kept gobbling every piece of confidence I had in me. So we lost (D'OH).

I didn't mean to dissapoint my groupmates. I guess it's just that my self-esteem is still under construction - or repair, to be more accurate. After all that has happened, I thought I was okay already. I thought all those bad memories had already been swept away into oblivion. Little did I know that doubt has been taking over me. They say after every earthquake is an aftershock. Am I in this state?

After CAE, I have been enjoying the rest of class (Thank you for talking to me, Miss Adrias), which is pretty cathartic, but it leaves me to reflect: Is this catharsis or is this karma?

Kood munin!

"Do you have a cats?"
"Yes, I am."

What's if the world speak like this? What happen to us? I will scared. I can't not take this anymore! When I am done this, I'm freaked myself out!

HAAAAAAAH. WTF, I know. Just go with the flowwww.

I discovered a new talent of mine. I have the ability to speak in a Chinese accent. AWWWEESOOOMMMEEEE.

Why do I keep typing random things?

This used to be a draft.

I am living in the state of nirvana. Heaven on earth.
Gaaaaah. I love my life.

Our Immersion-Retreat was beautiful, just like me. Joke. But it was really beautiful.

Report Card

This has nothing to do with the title.

I am living in the state of nirvana. Heaven on earth.
Gaaaaah. I love my life.

Our Immersion-Retreat was beautiful, just like me. Joke. But it was really beautiful. Now I know why classmates are like this or that, but I've accepted them for who they are long before the immersion. Yeee, pero tuod na. Dako ulo! =))

What also made me happy is that we were reconciled with one another, speaking for everyone in general. We are a step closer, if not united as a class. Year IV awesoMME is the best! I SWEAR.

I now appreciate the little things in life. This morning, I was the first one to enter the classroom. As I opened the windows, I felt the cold morning air embrace my err.. morning face. HAHAHA. I have never felt so awake at quarter to 7 in the morning.

I can't believe I've been wasting minutes, hours, days, weeks backbiting people. It's a good thing I haven't backstabbed anyone since..third year? See how I've changed? :D Okay, fine. You have your own opinions. Blaaaaah. But really, I know I have changed. Say whatever you want to, I understand. Really, I do.





I'm being biased, but I want to thank those whose palancas have touched my heart (and made me cry, of course): Kara, Chinnie, Kristi, Sharky, Marj. Thank you. :(

Nothing.

“Drive! Drop! Smash! Forehand! Backhand! High Clear!” my coach would often bark. “Again!” he would add. The mere utterance of these words often drove me nuts. I used to wonder if he viewed me as a robot or some immortal being who never gets exhausted. I would often rage in exasperation because he would push me beyond my confines.
That was before I realized that these words meant more to life than just imperative sentences yelled during training sessions. I have been playing badminton for six years now and just yet have I sought its deeper implication.
This year, I realized that my life is like a game of badminton.
Sometimes I win; sometimes I lose. At times, I only win one set so third sets have to take place. In life, whether I win or I lose, I bring honor to myself. It’s that I give my best that counts. Sometimes I get offensive; sometimes I get defensive. This signifies that in life, I am obliged not only to receive, but also to give. Sometimes my score takes lead; sometimes they just catch up. In life, it’s not I who is always on top, there will always be competition. Sometimes I give opponents smashes to earn myself points; at times they just know how to demonstrate defense against me. In life, I should always uphold the value of humility no matter what.
So the next time I go training and put these words to practice, I know the same goes for life.

Gwapo, gwapo.

I have no idea how we became friends on facebook, but Happy Birthday! GWAPO! *dies*
It's a good thing I always greet my facebook friends on their birthdays. ;)

JVTPM

Hello, Julia. We haven't fought this week. Miracles do happen, I tell you! My mom hasn't screamed at me this week, too. FIRST TIME! What's happening? Someone, tell me! Is the world about to end?

Multitasking

I have a bajillion things to do, yet I'm still here, sitting lazily in front of my mom's laptop. I haven't finished packing, and I'm leaving later. I haven't written palancas, and we're leaving this week. I haven't submitted 2 assignments, and they're 2 weeks late. I need a life. Joke, I love my life. HAHAHAHA.

I asked God for a flower, he gave me a bouquet

I asked God for a minute, he gave me a day

I asked God for true love, he gave me that too

I asked for an angel and he gave me you.

- Cute! :D

I'm done writing palancas for MMA. Thank God.