Good girl gone bad???

Nope. Definitely not. :P  (And who said I'm a good girl from the start? Joke!)

It's a Saturday today! And as usual, students are not required to wear their uniforms. Our school is strict about dress code, though. No shorts, no sleeveless, no slippers... (blah blah blah and the list goes on........)  We accept that, although sometimes most students find it irritating because they can't fully express themselves, even on wash day. No one wants to break the rules, because if you do, you'll get the ever-scary (ows?) 'violation slip' and your ID will be taken away from you. No one wants that to happen, yep, no one. But every single day, I believe, there are students who receive the punishment. Every time I'd pass by the ID sensor thing-y, I always see students talking to the guards, either pleading not to give them a violation, questioning the unforgiving grown-ups clad in security uniforms, or just obliging to accept their fate. Sometimes, when I see them, I just go like, "Sigh. Poor creatures. Now everyone's looking at them."

I never thought that the same thing would happen to me.

I was never the violator. I was always the "good girl who followed the rules". Most of the time, I don't want to get my hands dirty by doing something that would get the attention of the whole world population and, worst, the school officials. I don't want to embarrass myself. I hate that (even though I embarrass myself everyday). But I'm also a normal human being like everybody else, and I've had my own share of "break-the-rules" moments. Like, when I was in high school, I took out my cell phone while lunch time and started to capture "me, myself and I" photos. Gadgets were a no-no at my secondary school, so when one of the utility men saw me, he instructed me to come over and hand him my phone. I was so nervous! I tried to smooth-talk my way through the mess, but he wouldn't budge. Thankfully, minutes later he returned it to me, said he wouldn't bring it to the guidance counselor, and just warned me not to do that again. And I never did that again. :P

Okay, so here's the real story! (Ek ek nanaman ako e, nagkwento pa! Sabagay, para may suspense. :D)

I went to school earlier this morning and, thank goodness, I'm not late. As I passed through the bag inspection, the lady guard quickly called to the other guard (who was manning the ID sensor thing-y), "Uy, leggings!" DARN. There's no way I could get out of this trouble. The guard, as soon as I swiped my ID, called me and said, "Ms. Castandiello, bakit ka naka-skin tight outfit?" I was like, "Huh? Bawal po ba?" And then he was like, "Oo, ayun o tingnan mo." Then he pointed to the tarpaulin of "Outfits No-No". Ow, I see. No leggings allowed. Darn, I was wearing a dress with leggings kasi. Barancles. I was about to sign my violation slip when I realized that it's already past 7 and I needed to go to my room! So he just confiscated my ID and told me to come back during my free time. And oh, I don't have a free time every Wednesdays and Saturdays. :P

I don't believe it! I swore I saw someone wearing leggings last Saturday--- and her ID's still hanging on her neck! Darn it. I never thought I could get a violation. I'm not mad or anything (in fact, I was just cool and chill when that happened :P), I'm just confused. Why do I see students wearing forbidden outfits, and yet, their IDs are not being confiscated? Is it just a matter of technique? Hmm, let me think of some. So that next time, that won't happen again! (No, no, no, no. I will not let that happen again. I'm sticking back to my overused pants and tokongs. Darn.)  I don't want to be suspended after three attempts of expressing my new and improved self (with the fashion sense), so 'di bale nang magpaulit-ulit ng jeans every week. Haaaaaaay. Must. Go. Shopping!!! :P

Long story short, my ID and I are still not reunited as of this time. They said I can claim it on Monday, and so be it. No problem. Stare at my ID picture any time you want, just give it back to me. :)

 So there, my "the-halo-turned-horns" story. Well, it's not so bad. I mean, people make mistakes every day. It's just a matter of not making yourself stupid by assuring that you won't repeat the same mishap again. As Ma'am Toni said, "Stupid people are those who do the same mistake over and over and over." ;) 

Have a good day folks! :P

Good night, indeed! :D

What's the best way to end your day? Smile, of course! :D

And I just did that. :)  Why frown when everything around you is so sunshine-y (even though it's night already!) and radiant! New dress from my sister, a trip around Manila from my friend (thanks Ken! :P), and of course, a good night text message from my love. ♥♥♥

I feel like I'm floating on a bunch of clouds! Nothing really beats a simple appreciation from someone so special, after I made him something that, I know, had put a smile on his face. :))  He was super touched, and so am I. :D

Haaay. Now, I don't care about my 'still' unfinished homeworks, pending quizzes, and lack of sleep (my class tomorrow is 7 am. Ack!). Nope, I can't think of them right now. My mind is filled with sweet candies and chooey-choco lollipops, and I can't stop blushing! :P

So there, good night folks. :)  Have a SWEET dream, just like me!

A letter from me to YOU

It's already past 12 am, but I just can't postpone this moment. If I don't blog about it today, I won't have the drive tomorrow. (Yep, harsh reality) :D

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Dear Alex,

I always give you letters or cards for our month anniversary celebrations, but this time I want to be quite different. ;)  (You can have this printed out, though. :P)

Do you still remember the day we first met? I can still vividly remember it, even though it was already more than a year ago. My friend and I were sitting beside our table, and then you showed up and struck a conversation. I didn't expect that I would meet someone that night. What's more unexpected is that 'someone' would, later on, change my life---in a good way.

05-16-09. First meeting. With Erika.

You're always there, through the good times and bad times. Whether I'm jumping with joy, complaining, or just having my mood swings--- you never left me. You support me with everything I do, and encourage me to do better. You always make me happy. :)  Sometimes you may not know it but, yeah, you do. When you surprise me with little things, like those banats that you say (I say it's corny, but deep inside I get kilig :P), it always puts a smile on my face. When you stare at me, I melt inside. Or when you simply hold my hand, it means so much to me. Yes, we've had our share of misunderstandings and conflicts, but we're still together. Sometimes we argue, oftentimes we don't agree with each others' sentiments. We hurt each other, but we fix things up before the day ends. That's one of the things I love about you: you never let our problem go unsolved overnight. :))

I'm so happy and blessed to have known you for more than a year now (1 year, 6 months and 24 days to be exact). You've changed a lot, but on the other side, you didn't. Crazy, right? What I mean is that, even though there are some external changes, you're still the same Alex I met 18 months ago: sweet, caring, loving and thoughtful. :D

Months quickly pass by. It was just like yesterday when I said 'yes'. But it's actually 10 months ago already! Well, what can I say? Time flies when you're having the best moments of your life. And I'm happier because I'm able to share them with you. :)  They say that relationships nowadays don't last for more than 9 months, but I'm very proud to proclaim that after 10 challenging months, we're still as tight as an unbreakable thing. We're nearing our 1st ever anniversary, and honestly, I can't wait! :) 

And... fast forward to 1 year and 6 months later! :P

So there, belated happy 10 months of togetherness dear! I still get torpe sometimes, but always remember that I love you, I still love you, and I will love you for the rest of my life. :)

With flying hugs, kicks and kisses,
Jane ♥

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Don't think that it's cheesy, okay? Good night! *yawn* -.-

Stole

I was thinking of a nice title for this entry, and I remembered a song from Kelly Rowland way back in 2002 (or 2001? Can't remember. :-O) It was about teenagers whose souls were taken away early in their lives. Indeed, life was stole (or stolen... well, that's what's on the lyrics!) for them.

>>>Wanna hear the song and watch the MV? Click me!<<<

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Just last week, a student from our school was murdered. Her name is Glaudia Schnelli. Personally, I don't know her. I haven't met her, not even once, but some of my friends know her. They have been classmates with her last semester. They say that she's a nice person, and by just looking at her pictures and friends, I think that's true. So for those who have known her personally and are very close to her, Ja's (as they call her) death came by surprise. She was a graduating student this coming March. She still have many dreams and goals that she wanted to pursue, but just in a flash------ it all went away. She was gone, all of a sudden, without notice. Now, how could she reach her dreams? How could she wear that college toga and walk on stage to receive her diploma? All her hard work since elementary up until now... gone.

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This morning, I came across a bunch of newspapers while waiting for our Psychology class to be dismissed. As usual, I was leafing through the Entertainment and Lifestyle section, when I suddenly saw an article on the Metro section. It read, "Teenager killed, 5 injured when train hit taxi" (That's not the exact phrase, it's just the main idea 'cause I can't remember the headline anymore). I was stunned upon seeing that! Imagine, how can a taxi be hit by a train? Well, turns out that the cab driver did not follow instructions. Sheesh. Another reckless driver.

Okay, here's what happened (according to the news):

A taxi, boarding the 17 year-old Gemma Reyes and 5 others, tried to cross the PNR (Philippine National Railways) at Pandacan, Manila even though there was already a warning sign from the crossing guard that a train is fast approaching. The driver ignored the sign, went forward, and the cab was hit by the train, causing it to be pushed 5 meters away. That slam was an instant killer for those who were inside the taxi. Reyes did not survive, while the other passengers were injured. The driver of the cab said he did not see the crossing guard nor the upcoming train, and that he did not try to beat the train. 

Heck. When I read about that, I was dumbfounded and, at the same time, kinda pissed off by the driver's response. I mean, were you drunk mister?? C'mon, no one doesn't see the crossing guards at PNR! I know because I pass through the railroads everyday. And thank God none of that has ever happened to me. Luckily, I end up with responsible drivers. What the hell was he thinking? He sacrificed the lives of his 6 passengers just to beat that darn train! What a reason! No matter what he says, it's still his fault. He should have been more careful. Every passenger that a driver takes in is his responsibility. Their lives lie on his hands. So, to all drivers out there, please be more responsible. You don't know the value of those people you accommodate inside your vehicles.

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Guys, let's pray for the souls of Glaudia Schnelli and Gemma Reyes, and for those who are still under medical treatment.

♪♫ Life was stole, oh, now we'll never know...♪♫

--- "Stole" by Kelly Rowland

Father heart daughter

"No father does not love her child."

--> Guess who. Hehe :P

After watching a video dedicated to Otto and Anne Frank on YouTube (here's the link: click!), I realized the value of paternal love. I'm not saying that I don't love my dad, though. :D

This video made me cry for various reasons:

First is because I pity the Frank family for suffering the Holocaust.  

Second, I felt Otto's love and concern for Anne, and vice versa. When they were being separated by the Gestapo, I can clearly see that they don't want to be apart. Otto was hugging Anne very tight, not wanting to let go of her daughter.  

Third, I remembered my own father. I'm not so attached to him as I am to my mother, but I love him equally. I'm grateful that we didn't experience that kind of cruelty. If we did, I don't think I could survive from the start.

Wonderfully done, gaby78! This video has touched my heart, made me sob, and taught me about a father's unending love for his child. RIP Frank family.

Annelies Marie Frank

She's the reason why I'm crying right now. :'(

I just watched the last 6 parts of Anne Frank: The Whole Story on YouTube, and all of a sudden, I was taken to a whole new world..... of the then-suffering Jews. It felt like, I was experiencing their pain also. I can totally feel Otto's devastation with regards to his family's death, Anne and Margot's feelings when she had no food to eat, Edith's depression while seeing her daughters getting thin, dirty and sickly, and Hannah's sadness while witnessing her friend's pain and state. For once, I felt like I was one of them.

Annelies Marie Frank

What's more heartbreaking is the fact that they all died days before the liberation! They could've survived the Holocaust if their resistance against sickness and hunger were strong. But, if I was there, I guess I wouldn't make it also. Well, how can you survive with no food and a disease that was quickly spreading?? That darn concentration camp made the Jews selfish. They'd steal food, socks and blankets from other people. I pity them, I really do. If I had the chance, enough guts and mighty power to help them, I would really, really lend them my hands... even my feet. But sadly (and luckily), I was born 65 years after that horrible event in history. But even if I were alive at that time, I don't think I can do anything to save them. So why say that? Darnie.

Margot, Otto, Anne and Edith Frank.

I know, I don't need to be sad for her. At least they're all in heaven now, happily singing with the angels. But I guess that's a natural feeling that won't be changed forever. I'm sure I will still get sad when I watch tributes for her in the future--- that's common. At the end of the day, I'm certain that she's already contented there. At least she wouldn't have to deal with all the hustle and bustle in the world today. :)

The face of a million Jews who were crying for help at concentration camps.

May your memory live forever Anne Frank. May your diary inspire lots of people in the future. :D

Tweakkkk!!!

Huhu. I can't modify my template! :(  I want to change my page's background picture, but I can't find the right code! I get dizzy whenever I rummage through the HTML box. Those codes are driving me nuts!

Somebody. Help. Me. Please. I want to tweak my blog!

Jane-y the EXPLORER

I just accompanied my family to the nearest bus stop and... poof! I became "Jane-y the Explorer"! (C'mon, sing it with me! Jane-y, Jane-y, Jane-y the Explorer! JANE-Y!!!) :D  Lols.

Kasi po... ganito po kasi yan... (Nyahaha :P)

My mom, nephew PJ and his yaya Sheila were scheduled to go home from our place here in Makati today. They asked me to accompany them to the bus station, which is in Baclaran. Well, I agreed, obviously. So we hailed a taxi and suffered traffic for almost half an hour. When we reached the bus stop, my mom quickly saw a bus and hurriedly boarded in it, leaving me speechless and confused. Hindi man lang kami nakapagpahinga at sumilong saglit! Haha. I was in a state of shock. So there I was, at the side of Baclaran road, still not ready to experiment with other transportations. I'm already used to commuting from Manila to Makati or vice versa, but Baclaran is a different place for me! I didn't know where to get a jeepney that will go to LRT or Buendia. For the first time, I was lost. :O

I wanted to get a cab (it's the fastest and EASIEST way to go home!), but I decided to test myself and see if I can go back by riding buses or jeepneys.

So first thing's first: go to the other side of the road. There's a big construction of Maynilad going on there, so imagine my misery while walking on the side, with the vehicles almost 2 inches beside me!!! Grabe. I was so terrified. I kept on thinking, "What am I doing? What if I get hit by a car or worse, a truck??!"  But I had no choice. I can't find a nearest way to the sidewalk eh, so I just braved the busy streets of Baclaran. After a few minutes of walking and praying that I wouldn't get hurt, I finally got to the overpass. VICTORY! :D  And so I passed by several overpass vendors and their offerings. When I got to the other side, I heard my stomach rumble. Oooh, that was past 2:30 pm. I headed to KFC to grab some munchies. Actually, I was really planning on eating at McDonald's for their delicious Twister Fries, but I opted to try KFC's Shakin' Shots. And swear, I WILL NOT ORDER THAT AGAIN! Well, nothing offensive, I just didn't like the taste. I ordered the Garlic Parmesan kind, but now I regret trying it. I should've ordered Fun Shots, but that's okay. At least now I know. ;)

I really refilled the gravy. :P

After that, I looked for possible modes of transportation that can lead me to my destination. And... I CAN'T FIND ANY!!! Rawr. My feet just kept on walking until I reached Pagcor, and the road to Sucat and SM Mall of Asia. I didn't see any jeep that has the sign board "LRT", but I saw a lot of "FTI"s. Pff. >:(  So, I just crossed to the other side (under the flyover) and asked some traffic aides for directions. (I thought I could figure this out on my own, but if I insisted on my sense of direction, I probably would've gotten lost.)  They instructed me to get a blue/orange jeep that comes from MOA. Of course! Darn why didn't I think of that? :P 

And so I began my another journey. Walk, walk, walk. They said I could get one at Petron, beside Metrobank. So I searched for those. Man, it was a long and tiring walk! In fact, I had a hard time crossing the street because vehicles won't lessen and the road won't clear. But thankfully, I got to the other side before the sun went down. Nyahaha. :P  Even though I can already feel lots of sweat dripping inside my clothes, I still kept on going. But when I reached Metrobank, I found no jeep that says "LRT"! Darn. I had no choice, but to board a "MOA" bus. Well, that's the only thing I could do! In MOA, I'm sure there are lots of LRT jeeps waiting for me.

Haha. When I reached MOA, I couldn't stop smiling and grinning. "What the heck, ngayon nasa MOA na ako. Gala ito, teh?", I wondered. But since I'm already there, I decided to do some strolling--- alone.

Oh yeah! :P

Chillness. I wandered around the enormous Mall of Asia, with my pink tee, denim shorts and brown sandals. No bag, just an umbrella in hand (in case of rain!). While walking and searching for Zagu (I want a Baby-Z choco shake!), I came across a choir singing holiday tunes. They caught my attention and I watched them for a while. I immediately missed my "Original" CvSUCE  family.

I didn't bring a digicam with me, so I just used my phone to capture this. Labo much. :P  Anyway, that's the choir singing Christmas carols.

Then I continued to walk around. I didn't find Zagu, so I just decided to buy other drinks. I saw Quickly and thought I should give it a try. I bought a small Choco Chill drink (costs P55 with the pearls! Ack, yung liit n'yang yun?) and sipped it while sitting on the side benches.

Choco Chill. It's price-y, but absolutely delicious. :)  Now this is a good try!

I didn't stay long there, because the sun's already settling down. So I hopped on a blue "LRT" jeep and gave myself an imaginary tap on the back for a job well done. (You know, for finding my way home! Duh... I sooo deserve that! :P)

Now, here I am, typing everything that happened to me. I found that experience very funny and new to me, so I'm kind of excited to spill the details. I definitely learned a thing or two from this unexpected journey (I was only wearing shorts! Kung alam ko lang, sana nag-pants na lang ako. :P), and I will not forget this. I'm gonna post my Top 50 moments of the year at the end of December, and without a doubt, this is going to be on my list! :)

Trivia: Daig ko pa ang nag-treadmill at nag-aerobics sa ginawa ko! :P Lols.

Sweat is sweet!

I did my workout again. And it was soooo awesome!!! :D  Grabe. I missed doing the aerobics on DVD. I missed the sweat dripping from my hair and whole body. I missed the muscle pains. I missed everything!

Now that the red stuff is almost gone, I can definitely go back to my exercise routine everyday! Haaay. I feel soooo good! XD

Bummer

I already started my new resolution last Tuesday: exercise. I've always wanted to lose some pounds since I gained a lot more than the usual (I stayed at 120 lbs. for almost 3 years, but when I entered college, I went up to 138 lbs.! The heck!), but I lacked motivation and discipline. Say, I will exercise today, and then tomorrow I will get lazy and skip the workout. That was not working for me, of course. So with the help of the DVD that my boyfriend gave me (Thank you! :-*), I started to sweat the fats away--- and this time, I was so serious.

I'm still doing my usual treadmill runs, then after that, I would follow the choreographers' moves from the DVD. I also downloaded an 8-minute ab workout to add on my exercise routine. This time, I'm having so much fun! I mean, I don't care if I get tired every now and then. I just felt great. :)

Here's the bummer part:

Earlier this morning, I did my treadmill runs for about 20 minutes, and then I transferred to the DVD. I was just getting warmed up when I saw my reflection on the mirror: terrible. You wanna know why? Red stuff. >:((  That restricts me from exercising for as long as it lasts. Hmmp! I don't want my workout to be delayed. I'm soo bummed. I want to exercise everyday. But........ no. I can't--- at least for now.

Oww. May. Gashh. No treadmill, aerobics, sculpting and crunches for the meantime. This sucks. :(

The urge to blog

BIG laugh. XD

I've always wanted to blog since Tuesday, but I can't seem to do it. It's either I forgot what I want to share, lack of steady time, or laziness. Hahuu.

O well, I'll be back once my urge to blog comes back. :PP

Pen or Camera?

I don't know. I'm confused. It is a must that before you decide to enter college, you should already know what course you're going to take. But I'm already in my second year in the tertiary level, and I still don't know what I really want. There are a lot of things going around my mind right now, and I'm having a hard time choosing. My course is Journalism, but now I'm doubting if I still want to pursue it.

I discovered my writing abilities when I was in my freshman year in high school. Since then, I started writing unfinished novels and stuff. My writing talent was exercised more when I joined our school paper in junior year... that's when I decided to take up AB Journalism in college. Another reason is because I want to write for a teen magazine. So there, I thought I made the right decision.

My first year in college only consists of minor subjects, so there were not much of writing involved. I did other stuff, like chorale singing, and as a result, I didn't get to write often. I didn't write anything for a long time. Maybe that's why now I'm not so used to writing anymore. I kind of dread writing long stuffs (which is not the way it was before), composing articles and making short stories. Now I doubt my vocabulary and grammar. I'm not that energetic to share my thoughts anymore (see the evidence). I don't know. Maybe I'm just saying that I'm not so sure about my course anymore because I've been far away from writing for a long period of time. Maybe because I'm not able to exercise and hone my writing talent anymore. Maybe I just need some refreshing. That's why I'm still going to find out. When this semester doesn't turn out successful, I don't know. I will not be able to enjoy my college learning anymore.

Okay, enough with the pen.

Ever since high school, I'm fond of making, shooting and editing videos. It's a very hard work, but it's so fun! And lately, I think I've developed an interest in film making. For my school requirements, my classmates and I made a short film, travelogue and MTV, and while making those videos, I had lots of fun. For those clips, I became the actress, host and one of the production team. But what I enjoyed the most was doing the behind-the-camera work. Y'know, shooting, measuring the right angle for each scene, finding a great location, and just snapping away. I just love it! :)  Now I've downloaded a video editing software and a video converter in my laptop, so I can make more videos. I'm planning to make more short films or what. They're still plans, but I intend to do them one day.

So there, pen or camera? I really don't know. I'm still going to find out.

The feeling

Why now, why???!

Ok, I am not happy to say that I am feeling sick. As in S-I-C-K!!! I don't know where I got this. None of my family members are sick. Huhu. :(

This runny nose and heavy feeling is driving me nuts! Must. Take. A. Medicine! 

I'm ready to write

I want to write a new story. I'm all set--- laptop and WordPad ready. The problem is... I can't start my story! :(

I already have an idea in mind. I even made an outline of what's going to happen as the story goes. But I can't seem to think of a catchy introduction. I don't know what's happening to me... I used to be so good at this. So I just checked out other stories to have an intro idea. And now, I think I'm getting something. (Yahoo! :P)

Wish me luck, I just hope I can finish this one (unlike my past "drafts")

Melting away

I am just so speechless right now. I feel overjoyed! Finally, after so many trial and errors on YouTube, I found this certain song that I've heard on 96.3 EasyRock (and fell in love with it ever since!) 

I don't know the title before, so I really had no idea what to type on the search box. I've tried "How it used to be" and "How we used to be", but wrong results kept on appearing every time I try. After so many errors, I gave up, thinking that I will never be able to hear that song again.

But just minutes ago, while I was browsing YouTube, I thought of that song again. I'm really eager to get that, so I tried very hard to remember some of the lyrics. Then "Calling your name again" popped in my mind. Just for the sake of trying and hoping, I typed it, and the rest is history. I was so shocked to have found it. I really felt alive and happy!!! :))  Now it's already in my mp3. Hayy grabe. I still can't believe that I'm actually listening to it right now.

This just goes to show that when you're determined to achieve something, for sure you will get it. :))  Wanna hear the song? Here it is: Calling Your Name Again by Richard Carpenter

Happy listening! I'm sure your hearts will also melt with this song. TTFN! :-)))))))

Bounce!

Well, I'm back!

After leaving Blogger for a couple of months, I realized that this blog site is the only one I'm comfortable with (check out my old blog, ♥ The Jane-y Files♥, and you'll see what I mean.) So I'm bouncing back!

Welcome again, Ms. The Janey Files. :))