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Sorry but I have to leave this blog -- this had been inactive for years now. So, I hope you could support my new blog though. It has a real mature twist to it yet still fun. This blog is redirected here.

And oh, FOLLOW ME! :P

It been awhile.

I've just realized that I have been extremely creative at the summer of whatever year I have created this blog. But now, it feels like I've ignore it. Well, not anymore. I will be back posting in this baby and I will be updating. I am open for links as well. I will post about my every explores -- that is if you don't mind. So, here it goes. But before anything else. I will update some of these babies. I can't believe it has Friendster links. :p

WOW.

It's been awhile. I haven't done a lot with this page lately. I don't know why though. I used to love this site so much. But hey, people change. Especially in priorities. But, it's ok. I'm back now and lovin' every minute of hanging out with you.

Well, what had changed. Uhm. I'm so over my music now and I don't have the hoodie I posted before. hahaha. :D Expect me to be here once in a while. That is if I'm not busy.

Miss you. XOXO.

Iskol Bukol.

Nope. It's PEDAGOGY OF THE OPPRESSED.

Paulo Freire is idolized by my teacher in Cultural Anthropology, Sir Donne Jone Sodusta (yes, Russell, your brother! haha.) Freire is an Portugese educator that made a study about how education runs in colonized countries and that includes the Philippines. He discovered that we possesed a certain oppression. This goes to the teachers and students. The struggle for justice and equity exist in our education system. The power of the teachers from students have 100% difference. The cause of this is giving the teacher the control in all that is happening in the classroom. Which is according to Freire, is unfair. The students should have equal rights with those of the teachers. Imagine this example: A typical classroom might have number of students moving none of theit body parts and sitting like toothpicks with all the fear in their teacher holding a long stick, wearing a tight bun. How can learning be applied in such environment? You'll end up being conscious about your posture than actually being conscious of the lesson. Terrible. But in my opinion, this is somewhat good compared to other Western countries that doesn't give any amount of respect to their teachers besides this pedagogy style is slowly fading within the classrooms of the Philippines that again - in my opinion, is one cause of the lowering standards of our schools. So, is the pedagogy our teachers like Miss Minchin that bad? Or maybe, we should get those strict, military like teachers back?

MID AFTERNOON BREAK. ♥

I got a lot of things to do especially tomorrow for my college's Eco-Camp and as a DevCom Society VP, I need to patch some things up. I was caught off guard and my temper almost bursts. I guess before I shout at someone innocent, I better unwine. Here I am hanging alone and having the time of my life in Coffeebreak. Blogging, updating sites and brainstorming for my Anthroplogy paper (FINISHED IT! yeyy). Well, my chilling out includes - frappe and triple temptation cake. :) yummy. Nice afternoon everyone. You won't catch me blogging for the next three days since I'll be stuck in the mountain ranges of Igtuble, Tubungan. HAHA. :) See you.

My Own Hollywood Experience

A DEBUT STORY.

It was the night of the stars come crashing down. HAHAHA. :D My Super Sweet 16. Scratch that. 18. I celebrated my DEBUT after two months of enjoying the benefits and the sufferings of the sweet, mature, feminine and responsibility-full world of WOMANHOOD. Yes. Two months. August 19, 2008. I am here to thank all of the people I forgot to mention in my SUCKER debutante speech that meant absolutely nothing in my heart but let's say, I have to say something. When I grabbed the mic for the speech, guess what? My mind went blank. But go on missy, you have to make a speech. HAHAHA. Thank you all for making my life a KICK-ASS party all the way. You know: wild, confusing and obviously worth embibing ALCOHOL for.

I would like to say something about that night. You know, a lot of things happened but certainly I can't forget some of this things. HAHAHA. :D

I listed down some trivias, facts and unforgettable moments you might witnessed or actually missed.

> My dad picked up the band at Gaisano, Russel and Marlon sat at the back and Moshe sat beside me. Yeah. He arranged it. HAHAHA. Plus, they got to have lunch in my house.
> Before the party started, Moshe was like being the technical guy and arranging my music and all. My mom approached him and said. "Mosh? Okay na ang sounds?" =)
> I did a photoshoot / videoshoot at People's Park. *grins*
> I got more videos than photos. *sick photographer* urgh.
> The trail of my gown is actually not in the actual sketch. I was surprise that I have that. HAHAHA. :)
> I can't forget this line. "Kay sin-o ko makiss? Sa drummer? Indi lang. Sa sunod lang kami sina ma-istoryahanay." My dad to Moshe. HAHAHA.
> My "revo-styler" aka sudlay scandal was reminisced.
> Moshe was so stiff the whole evening.
> I ate 3 marshmallows and 3 stick-os dipped in chocolate the whole evening plus a bite on Janine's and Majal's food. :)
> NUMBERS of my 18 treasures didn't arrived.
> My eletronic prayer got busted. But I have two prayers, one from MOSHE (impromptu) and my sister.
> My flower bearer gave tantrums late in the evening.
> I didn't drink any alcohol only a glass of champagne.
> My bestfriend JP told my boyfriend Moshe. "Pssst! Alaga-i lang ni ah." Thrice in one conversation.
> My printer jammed and my give-aways didn't make it. (SORRY GUYS. I'll make it up to you.)
> Moshe made a video for me and the date of my birth was wrong. It should 1990 not 1991, honey. :)
> I took off my shoes before dancing with Moshe.
> Janine and Ninay Sheila made me cry.
> The party officially ended around 1:30am.
> I love my high school classmates for being there.
> I LOVE EVERYBODY WHO WAS THERE.