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♥ vain brain ♥
anything goes ♥
sing with me brenda joey walked near a wall brenda joey had a great fall all the students and all the teachers couldn't put brenda together again. that songs sums up the highlight in 2006 Sports Festival. carry on to the next post below! accident-prone the last day of our sportsfest really sucked like hell. don't i deserve a treat because for once in my entire highschool life, i have completed the 4 days of pehm fest without any half-days (though i am late everyday)? friday . i came 10 minutes late and the whole highschool department is having their rosary in full solemnity, serenity and devotion. i passed through the pathway near the food stalls to avoid the eyes of everyone. i almost slipped but luckily, i have controlled myself and regained my balance. i warned myself from other perils. as i was walking towards the muddy path, i saw barney staring at me so i gave her a smile. but then i never saw this damn steel and i fell. my brain was really messy that morning so it reflected on my actions. everyone looked at me and for once, i am the star of the show. i stood immediately, untangle my hair and laughed. everybody's shocked and i was like "no one in the planet can do that. unfortunately, no one took a photo of me in that akward scene. i would love to upload that in friendster. maybe my fellow students felt sorry for me or made fun of me. what the heck, i don't give a damn! that picture was surely stained on their minds and the next time they'll see me, they'll remember i was the one who did some acrobat stunts amidst the prayer vigil and it will never vanish unless somebody made that stunts better than me. somehow, an image of me will linger in their memory forever. the only thing is, it's poiseless. hahaha! that was a pretty disaster. oh well, like they always say, the show must go on. tarush! surreal i always have a thing for recollections and other spiritual activities. isn't it magic that after you had one, a new life will dwell upon you. you'll feel renewed,cleansed, enlighten, enriched and inspired to work everything out and have things on the right place. this recent recollection we had was not as life-changing or eye-opening for me as opposed to what others may have felt about it. others may have seen a very big deal out of it but for me, it was just a reminder for i have already learned every single lesson there way earlier than others did. i have mastered the art of seeing through vague actions and people. i've already realized all my shortcomings, mistakes and resolutions from the storms i have met along my journey. sure, big waves may be a big problem but it never deter me from pursuing my goals and opening myself to new changes and lessons. sure, things fall apart but mornings are designed to change bad yesterdays into magnificent starts . the modules our facilitator prepared were simply perfect. it may seem shallow and insubstantial for people who don't have the aptitude to recognize the value of those activities. but for me , they are all of high and in-depth meaning. i really learned a lot. and speaking of our facilitator, Fr. Boy has shared that he has transformed himself to a very noble man from being the angsty and vicious guy he was in his teenage days. honestly, i felt spiritually attached to him even though i have this really weird clashing force towards priests and other divine instruments. i know i may seem very distinctive and atypical to him but what the heck, this priest may be one of the gifted persons in the planet who can understand m . right from the moment i sat in front of him to have my confession, i know that in his mind he is sensing a different energy from a rough sinner like me and right from the very moment i opened my mouth, i started bombarding him with silly questions in which he all answered in kindness. after my consecutive interrogations with him, i confessed my sins and God knows how shocked he got. i can read that 'oh-my-god, forgive her' thoughts in his eyes but i still went on blurting all my deepest and darkest sins - which are also my secrets. and now, a breathing creature knows my secrets. i am at peace that it won't spill like a contaminated waste that will poison mankind. nevertheless, i felt light. and after that tight moment, our souls bonded .  this photo was taken after the recollection . everybody's busy taking pictures of themselves so i took advantage of the situation, stole Fr. Boy, placed him on the centerstage and had this photo taken . and heavens, he cheerfully obliged . "sa buong pagpapari ko,ngayon lang ako nakaranas ng ganito!", he said . i used force to have this slightly huge man on the stage! he jokingly punched me in my right cheek with a big grin on his face maybe because i've been so bad . hehehe! and he said i am the section's baby for i am being so bratty that day . (i've been demanding a lot-from papers, food to pictures.) i bid goodbye to Fr.Boy and Ma'am Acob then i went home with a plan in mind . 
Wednesday, November 15, 2006 she's at it again! it was my mom's 2nd commencement night yersterday evening. it was a blast. everyone were in high spirits - graduates, families, spouses, children, relatives and friends.  finishing a college course in one of the finest schools in the Philippines isn't a joke . imagine expenses here and there, the teachers who'll naggingly make you pay every meeting even for no reason, and the hotel rates you have to pay every stay, 4 hours of driving in baffling roads, competing with unscrupulous drivers for your life and of course, the stretched distance between batangas and manila. besides, spending hundreds of thousands for several months isn't a joke either. well, it is her night so she truly prepared for that and showed that simplicity and extravagance can blend. yes, you read that right. she wore an extravagant black DKNY dress and matched it with her Fendi stilettos and dkny bag but still managed to look simple with her hair just ponytailed and her makeup done by me. how fabulous. i am so proud of my mom. she conquered her tiny demons of idleness and has indeed showcased her patience, passion and perseverance. she did not fall into a trial of paying 25 thousand bucks just to get free from making her thesis even though she once thought of doing so. i'm so pleased with what she did because if I am in her shoes, i would've just paid and soar in pleasures.  i made my own copy of Time magazine with my mom in the cover crowned as "Woman of the Year". she shed her sweat and blood down to the very last drop and slog her body for her family and other people. she showed an overwhelming compassion to the needy and had found immense passion in it. i am not being biased(because she's my mom)but i must say she really deserves this . treats yesterday was an extremely exhausting day. i enjoyed the long hours we spent on the road, gazing at wonderful sights and reflecting on awe-inspiring structures though i am sleepless all throughout. who can sleep in a safari full of chuckling friends, with food and drinks overflowing and good music playing? we're all groggy that night and feeling the urge to pee so we dropped by Treats then had dinner at pancake house . i love their pork vienna and their fruitshake! love love love ! 
Tuesday, November 07, 2006 blog rebirth Good god, I can't believe I am starting a new weblog for the umpteenth time . I've had a lot before in various web hosts like xanga, blogger, livejournal, and now i'm back in blogger's arms again . i'm not a blog geek or whatever nor a wretched human being seeking for leisures in the online world . I don't even particularly know what keeps me thirsty in writing, expressing my thoughts, sharing stories and experiences or even blurting nasty words when I'm enraged . Probably because ...
and the reasons stated above conceived this blog. why brendaism i'm sure the first thing that will pop in that mind of yours are religions like hinduism, taoism or buddhism and you'll assume i'm making my own religion where i am the goddess . hell no! sure, ism may mean doctrine or creed but it may also mean ideology, beliefs, philosophy, or principles . and that's what this blog is all about. my ideologies, beliefs, philosophies and principles . and who am i? brenda . so adding brenda and ism will lead into a compound coined as brendaism . uh-oh . i believe you know this is a personal blog so expect human expressions(ok so let me get it straight - foul words or something) flowing. I really can't help it since my typing fingers are slaves of my bitchy brain. and never try to forget that when i blog, i don't have rules. i don't care whether i'm getting redundant or i'm using my own invented words, wrong grammar, street languages or anything. this is my space so you get the idea. the site's look and feel forgive me for the simplicity of my blog skin . i like it this way . plain, simple but bursting in color . but i might consider tweaking this or making a new layout IF i'm blessed with patience and perseverance . this weblog is best viewed on an 800x600 pixels resolution .
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