Bring Out The Fireworks. It's A Year-ender MEME!

Sign of a dying blog: MEME!/SURVEY!

I wasn't tagged or anything. I just found this "meme" (such a funny sounding thing) from http://www.sandierpastures.com/friday-fillers/x-years-ago-a-meme.html. Honestly, I don't remember how I ended up in that blog site. It's interesting though.

15 years ago...

I was three years old. I attended school at Fremont Learning Center as a nursery student. Fremont, which seemed huge and palace-like to me at that time, had a piano. I remember that I'd always sit there during recess/dismissal time and pretend to play a few classical pieces, particularly Handel's "Hallelujah". In my mind, I thought I was doing it pretty well, when in reality, I was just banging random keys.

Besides that, I still wore diapers. I cried almost everyday before leaving the
house because I wished my parents came with me to school. I had a yellow rectangle
plastic lunchbox that always contained cookies and milk (in a bottle. I retired this at 6 years old). I always joined declamation/poetry reading contests and drawing contests.

Wow. I just realized that I was an artsy-farsty kid... Who acted like a one-year old.

10 years ago...

I was eight years old and I was probably in 2nd grade.I was always alone, an outcast... A lone shadow of a man..

After joining the Art Club the year before, I decided to try out something new: I joined the Dance Club. For having done that, I got laughed at and picked on. Dancing was never (will never) be my thing. For some reason, I had no real friends.
The girls didn't want to hang out with me (for reasons I can barely remember. I think
it was because I had very, very, very messy hair and I had the same Hello Kitty bag as one of the "popular" girls in class.) and the boys were totally annoying so I stayed as far away from them as possible.

At home, I felt out-casted as well because I thought that all the attention was given to the baby: Maggie. I hated her more that time than I do now...

5 years ago...

I had just graduated from from grade school. I took an entrance exam in Saint Bridget School and passed. Little did I know that time, I was about to have the best four years of my life
thus far.

It was the year that I met the people who had a huge say in shaping my personality at present. It was the birth of a group called "Topaks". It was a stupid name so it was eventually forgotten, but the group stayed solid friends.

It was the year that we almost got the whole batch in trouble because of a game we
emanated called "Ang-ni-ay-ni" ;)

3 years ago...

I was in third year high school. My opinion, the best high school year I spent. Much thought was given to which summer tutorial we will be enrolling in for the college entrance exams. I chose UPlink. They never really contributed anything.

Chuck Norris and Steven Seagul were made fun of a lot... Or was that in 4th year..?

1 year ago...

It was the last day of 2007. I was in the second sem of my freshman year in UA&P. At this exact moment last year, I was probably blogging my year-end post (which became a hit, by the way). If you read that post, it would be easy to surmise that I was a pretty happy freshman/incoming sophomore.

Now, I'm still pretty happy.

Yesterday...

I spent the entire day contemplating on whether I should start with my homeworks. While contemplating, I was playing Mobwars on Facebook and imagining myself to be Vito Corleone's kickass daughter (even if he never had a kickass daughter, his daughter in the movie was pretty stupid and married an dickwad traitor). And chatting on YM. One whole day dedicated to that.

After much deliberation, I decided yesterday that I will be doing school stuff today.

Today...

I am blogging my year-end entry which I will probably post after I re-post that "Hacienda Animal" promotion entry (I dunno what to call it). Hopefully, I will finish doing my homework for Mon/Thur classes, and if I had more time, sketch a bit, and then celebrate New Year's Eve with my family. No fireworks for us tonight (My dad finally realized it's a waste of
money), instead we'll just be atop the roof deck and be entertained by other people's money blowing up in the sky.

Tomorrow...

Will be January 1, 2009. A new year ahead, but still the old life we are all living. Economic apocalypse ahead of the year. Four days after tomorrow, I go back to UA&P where the dilemma of finally choosing a course will face me... Oh well. Good luck to me.



Happy Year of the Ox, everyone! Yeah.. Happy New Year to you. Have a good one.

I hope you all got the 2009 planners you wanted.

Burglars Suck, They Really Really Suck

Scums of the Earth. Can't be fucked to make a decent living. Always feeding on other people's shit. Seriously, I hate people who steal in whatever form they may appear in.

Yesterday morning, probably between 4.30-6 (I slept at 4 A.M.) someone/some people ransacked our house. As of this moment, they're probably selling my laptop, our digicam, my mom's jewelry, our Playstation II, one of our DVD players, my dad's gun, and some money from my dad's, mom's and sister's wallets.

It's absolutely unfair.

They robbed our stuff. We worked hard to earn them, and all they do is break in and take it because "they need the money". Fuck. If they need money, they must work for it like decent people do. I don't care if they can't pay their bills anymore, I don't care if their daughter is sick, I don't care if they have a billion children to have educated. WORK FOR IT, DAMN IT. WORK FOR IT DECENTLY.

It's not our fault they're destitute, so why do we have to suffer for it?

I might be being mean... But it really makes me sick that a lot of people are like that.

On the lighter side, I'm grateful to God that we're all alive.

Rebirth and My True Inspiration

I've decided to resurrect my Blogger account (for the umpteenth time). Unlike before, I won't promise to update this often. Instead, what I will say is that this blog will be forgotten (again) in about one month, to say the least. I will try my best to keep this blog updated, but it's hard if no one really patronizes me :( Moving on...

I realized that my true inspiration in life is you. Yes, you if I meet you and I think, "Hey, this person is pretty cool. I kinda see myself in him/her in a way, only he/she is probably better than me... in a way." So the resurrection of this blog gives credit to the, I would think, "pro-bloggers" out there whose blogs I somewhat frequent. Take me, my masters! Kthnxbai!