tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68157417420154811742024-03-14T03:30:15.309-07:00HAPPINESS is always a CHOICE.Making things count.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815741742015481174.post-13271230863516618272013-10-19T00:02:00.000-07:002013-10-19T00:02:11.969-07:00Saturday Screencaps: Heirs Episode 2<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;">
<b>Credits: <a href="http://www.dramafever.com/" target="_blank">Here</a>! You can watch the full ep on Dramafever. :) </b></div>
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<b>Episode 2 opens to what we left last episode.</b></div>
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Kim Tan takes a u-turn and stops in front of Cha
Eun-sang to offer her to stay at his house..
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Cha Eun-sang (Eun-sang): "Are you sure that
your home will be safer than here?"<br />
Kim Tan (Tan): "I don't know if it’s safer, but my place is definitely better."</blockquote>
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When they arrive, she stops momentarily a few steps
behind Tan as she gawks at how huge his home is. Funny how she immediately
jumps into a conclusion why he has such a big house, asking if he's part of
some gangster or drug dealing schemes when she learns that he lives alone. Tan
surely knows what she's getting at as he tries to play along with what she has
in mind, purposely starting to walk towards her until she has her back on a
door. She starts to get nervous--<b><i>Haha! That's what you get for letting your
imagination run wild, Eun-sang. :D</i> </b></div>
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Turns out that it's just the room where
she'll be staying. He tells her to settle her things down and call him if ever
she needs anything. After setting down her things, we see her flashback
on what happened between Eun-sang and her sister that day, maybe it's just that it
finally sinks on her that her sister's probably not coming back by the way she
told her to cover up for her AGAIN this time. As if on cue to break her
thoughts, her stomach starts grumbling and that's when she realized that she
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She sneaks into the kitchen without bothering to
turn the lights on to find food. And there she finds what she’s looking for.
<b><i>But srsly, who puts canned goods in the fridge? Haha.</i> </b>but that's better than
not eating anything and so she digs in, only to be found out by Tan, who asks
her what is she doing, eating in the dark. She tells him she just ate those past their
expiry dates, and she shoves a dollar as payment for what she ate, and for a
second there, Tan gets angry, asking her how could someone do what she's
doing. He asks for her name but she changes
the topic and answers by saying that she's thankful for giving her a place to
stay. <i><b>Why not directly your name,
Eun-sang?</b> </i>His answer? "That's a pretty long name." <i><b>Bwahaha!
Clever.</b></i> <i> </i>He says that she need not say thank you
because what he's doing is just compensation for what his friend did to her
bean powder. <i><b>Aweee. We know Tan is just
using it as an excuse, but deep inside, he's a softie.:) </b><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Tan is at his room scribbling down notes, probably
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<i>Someone else's bag, someone else's house, someone else's husband. She's unhappy because she wanted someone else's life for her entire life. She is my...</i></blockquote>
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As if on cue, his phone rings. Its his mother.<o:p></o:p></div>
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On another room, Eun-sang also talks to her mother.
She lies about her sister and how she's having a great time there while her mom
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Tan is at her door standing unnoticed, holding
food that he prepared when he gets caught at eavesdropping He defenses that he’s just going to give her
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Eun-sang: It's a dream catcher. It's supposed to
catch bad dreams. Only pretty dreams come in through the hole.<br />
Kim Tan: Do pretty girls come, too?</blockquote>
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He smiles to himself as he puts the dream catcher
outside the room and eats his sandwich by the pool. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He sees her putting chairs on the door and he
gruffs at how she could do that after he’s being nice to her. Haha! :))) And
then she starts to undress---that almost makes him choke as he runs inside.
:))))<b><i> Tan blushing = PRICELESS. </i></b><o:p></o:p></div>
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Eun-sang marvels at the great scene in front of her
room. Tan prepares to leave for somewhere, but he sees a glimpse of her on the
window, which gets him on the balcony,, looking intently at her. <b><i>I swear. THAT
LOOK. JUST. MADE. ME. MELT. *fangirl screams* </i></b></div>
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They meet inside. Eun-sang asks
him where he's going and he tells her he's going to school. When she told him
to wait for her so she could also leave, Tan immediately tells her that she can
stay until he gets back, <b><i>(Ooohhh, that 'you should stay' dialogue... He's giving
her excuses so she'll just stay at home... so he can see her when he comes
back? Definitely extending her time so he can spend more time with her. :)))))<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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Next. Cue their car sceeeeeeeeeeeeene.:)) Eun-sang
is obviously having the time of her life as Tan smiles as he looks at her. <i><b>Are you smitten now, Tan? This early? :D</b> </i>He
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Next thing we know, his class ended and he heads outside his classroom.Tan looks to where he saw Eun-sang earlier,only to find out that she's gone.And for a moment there, he seemed a little disappointed not finding her sitting on the bench. He starts to look for her, and finds her standing at some random place and looking at two students. When Eun-sang told him her casual thank you and that he requests that he hold on to her luggage bec she's going to it that night after she's come to her sister to get the money, Tan immediately says that he'll come with her, that he'll just ditches
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Unfortunately, when they came to the café, they
learned that her sister quit her job and just left—with the money. When they
were about to leave, they bump into a guy who’s obviously mad---the boyfriend
of Stella(Eun-sang’s sister) and he demands to know where Stella is because she
also took his money and disappeared. They guy was about to touch Eun-sang; Tan
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They see two goons (who I suppose is the friend of
the guy) who starts to run after them..<b><i> Cue: Tan and Eun-sang running together..
Wee oh wee. :) </i></b>This should be a tense situation, but what makes it hilarious is
that srsly, from the looks of it, it just looks like they're jogging instead of
running their hearts out. Hahahaha! :)))) <o:p></o:p></div>
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Tan and Eun-sang are back on school grounds. <i><b>That fast?</b> </i>Eun-sang bought 2 Americanos and told Tan that at least she can have one good memory during her stay on the States.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i><b>Hahaha! Tan’s
facial reaction is a must see as he tries to give cues, as if he wants her to
tell that he's part of the good memories. :D</b><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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As she looks at the people taking pictures, she
realize how she can solve her problem and go back to Korea. She asks for his
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<i><b>Ha! That curious-but-jealous look never fails to amuse me. Every. Single. Time.
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">They take a cab and Eun-sang wants to know if Chan Young texted back. He tells her no. He drops her at his house, hands her the keys and tells her to wait while he goes back to pick his car since he left it at school when they ran away. On the way back to his car, he checks Eun Sung’s messages and posts since she hasn't logged out yet----<i><b>lemme bet-- this will be their sorta link of communication when Eun-sang goes back to Korea?</b></i> </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">And from there he gets to know that her name is Cha Eun Sang. <i><b>Finally</b>!</i> He learns that she has many part time jobs and he also get to see the picture of Chan Young and her messages between them. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">We are then introduced to another heir in this series----Myung Soo, an heir to a law firm who seems like an easy-go-lucky person. He is having a conversation with a whiny Bo-na who is obviously upset that Chan Young is not picking up her calls. Seconds later, Young Do joins them. Both Myung-soo and Young-do teases Bo-na that Cha-young is cheating on her while she scoffs on the background.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;"><i>I find Bo-na being clingy as cute. </i>Finally Chan Young Picks Bo Na’s call and she tells him about the picture she posted and tells him to look at it, which, when he does, he finds the message that Eun Sang left.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">They recognize each other as Rachel demands to know what Eun-sang is doing here in the house of her fiancé. Eun-sang tries to the situation why she had to spend the night here, but Rachel being a bitch that she is pushes her suitcase down the stairs and order her to open it so she can see if she has taken anything from the house. <b><i>The nerve! Grrrrrrr. >_< </i></b></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">Tan comes back home only to find Rachel there and Eun-sang gone. He asks about Eun-sang to which she gets angry and says it’s been half a year since they have met and that’s all he has to say.<i> </i><i><b>What do you expect honey? He'd come running to you with open arms? Dream on. Hahahahaaha. </b></i> He sighs when Rachel says that she told Eun-sang that he is her fiance. She asks him why he was not at the airport to pick her up, to which he lazily lies on the sofa and gives her excuses like it's too far and it's too hot. That props her to ask the same question I'm having </span><i style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; vertical-align: baseline;">– <b>why did you guys get engaged then?</b> </i><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 21px;">Tan answers: "So that I don't have to marry you later." </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">She says she has come for the police man’s business card so she can get her passport to buy her ticket. Rachel butts in and says she threw it away and Eun-sang runs off to find it. Tan asks Rachel why she threw it away to which she answers she never even saw it in the first place----<i><b>-gaaaaah! Srsly! You should have just kept your mouth shut, Rachel!</b></i></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;"> Tan tells Rachel not to meddle and runs after Eun-sang.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">He apologizes and returns her passport. And suddenly two thugs show up-- <i><b>who are they? O.o But I guess, this is just an excuse so that they'll have their running moment again--plus the fact that they get to hold hands!</b></i></span><i style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; vertical-align: baseline;">- </i><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">Tan takes Eun-sang and hides but they are easily spotted. For the second time in a day, they start to run for their lives like for an hour or two</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">Then they hide inside a theater,--<i><b>Ooh, so Tan's house is near Hollywood? Nice catch! Haha. :D</b></i> Eun-sang starts scanning the theater and Tan asks what is she doing to which she answer--she's looking for a killer and he asks her to stop watching weird movies. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">He tells her to watch the movie while he rests, she stares and stares and still has no clue what the movie is about or what they are saying. Tan translates for her : that the actress was saying “If I m going to trust you I need to know who you are.” </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px; text-align: start;">He then continues to add his own line, “Yesterday I met a woman, her name was Cha Eun-sang”. Eun-sang asks how come he knows her name </span><i style="background-color: white; border: 0px; font-family: inherit; line-height: 21px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; vertical-align: baseline;">–<b>Honey, you logged into his cell phone and he also has your passport, remember? </b></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><b>A/N: Sorryy for the super late recaaaap! My lappy broke down for almost a month and so I have to just bear with watching in a tablet that's why I haven't been able to write the recap. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I should be posting this tomorrow but since I'll be doing a general cleaning, I'll hafta post this earlier. :3 </span></div>
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Fast forward to October 9 pleeeeeeease.. It's a wee bit early to be posting this, but I'm quite excited over this drama. Teeheee. :D (Top the fact that it's Lee Min-ho as the lead actor alongside <b><span style="color: #e06666;">Park Shin-hye</span></b> and lotsa big cast). </div>
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<span style="color: #e06666;"><b>Lee Min-ho</b></span> is back to the drama world, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! :D This means another show to look forward to every week! According to <a href="http://asianwiki.com/The_Heirs_-_Korean_Drama" target="_blank">Asianwiki</a>, it'll be a 20-episode Wed-Thu drama written by star writer Kim Eun-sook <i>(A Gentleman's Dignity, Secret Garden, Lovers in Paris). </i>It revolves around the story of friendship and love between high school students who came from wealthy families. According to the ones I've read online, it goes with the "the rich kid falls for the poor girl" story so I hope there's going to be some twists and turns with the storyline and not go with the same old same old conflict that I've seen on past dramas. Ohwell, just the same, I am looking forward to watching this!!!! </div>
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And taaaa-daaaaa, a mere two-weeks before the airing of Heirs comes its first teaser trailer, which I think is more on an intro of their characters rather than the storyplot itself. </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><strike>I hope I'll be patient enough to wait every week to recap this drama till the end. Teehee. :3 </strike></span>Anyhooo, who's up with me to watch this? :)<span style="font-size: x-small;"> Just drop me a comment below. :) </span></div>
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Happy Friday! I hope you've all had a wonderful week guys. So, I was wondering what I'd post as a first entry to my <span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Make the Most of Everyday project</b></span>, when I came across pictures of me with my nieces and nephews who I love to play with whenever I have my free time, and so I thought of sharing with you-- doing something that makes me feel good.</div>
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If you know me well enough, you'd say that I'm really into kidsssss (who wouldn't, right?) <span style="color: #e06666;"><b>They have this certain magic that takes away your stress/bad vibes in an instant.</b></span> Well, it works for me that way. I dunno for you, but for me, I am the type of person who can probably spend my whole day playing with kids and I wouldn't even get bored nor tired. I can go around laughing and playing with them without complaining when they'd have their tantrums or with them throwing a fit whenever they want to get something they want, because it all goes back to me <i>having patience with them. </i>Maybe because I was born an eldest child and grew up with my 3 sisters that made me love kids so much. There's that something special about kids/children that draws me closer to them: their cuteness, their radiating laughter, the way they share happiness to those around them, how simple things are for them, how they'd be happy over a single candy/lollipop; and how they'd kiss and hug you in an instant are just some of their irresistible characteristics to name a few. I remember how I look forward to the days when I would hold my sisters and sing them to sleep; how I enjoyed teaching them how to write or draw something during our childhood days or even now, when I do the same for my nieces and nephews--nothing's really changed, I still enjoy doing these little things.<br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;"><b>These simple moments that I share with kids never fails to make me feel good whenever I do them and whenever I'm with them. </b></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Puritan; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><b>ッ</b></span></span><br />
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So here, lemme share to you, I've compiled some of my favorite pictures taken with kids:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Taken at Kanzo Restaurant during my Aunt's birthday last year</span></b></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">From L-R: Nikka, Me, Bridget, Tin and Chloe. Taken during the congratulatory party of Bridget. <span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;">ッ</span></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Another photo-op session with these kiddos! <span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;">ッ</span></span></b></td></tr>
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Yaaaa know, kids are great stress-relievers. They sure can add a smile to your face after a tiring day's work. :) How about you? Do you guys also love kids? What are your feel-good moments with them? Drop me a comment and tell me about what makes you feel good! <span style="background-color: white; font-family: Puritan; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;">ッ</span><br />
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Heeyaaaw! Pardon for my lack of posts lately. I know I haven't been able to update as much as I wanted to for the past few days.. Well, I have been wondering whether I should start working on a weekday/weekend project so that I'll be able to update more often; but whenever I'd feel like hanging out in front of the computer, I'd get lazy and put it off until the next day, and the next (you get the picture. Haha!) </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(Confession: Aside from reality taking most of my time away from the computer, I sincerely thank Panda Run and Zombie Frontier for keeping me busy during my free time, aside from the K-Dramas I am currently watching/waiting for every week (cause they're still airing in Korea). Part of the blame was due to my lack of inspiration to write (loljk), but really, a part of my brain just haven't been in contact with my writer side lately. And that I partially put the blame on these things for taking away my productivity away from me, haha, kidding! ッ)</span></div>
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Anyhoo, I came up with this project that I'll name <span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Make the Most of Everyday Project</b></span>.<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">♥</span> Oooookay, soo not the best title for a project, but hey, 'tis my blog after all, just let it beeeeee. <span style="font-size: x-small;">ッ</span></div>
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<li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">TOP 10 TUESDAYS/ TUESDAY Travels</span>.-</span> </b>Posts will be filled with my<span style="color: #cc0000;"> random list of top tens</span> that I have in mind. (i.e top 10 favorite books, top 10 movie lines that I love, top 10 favorite places, etc.). Another sub-topic for Tuesdays would be about <span style="color: #cc0000;">travels/travelling.</span> I cannot deny the fact that somehow, in that little part of me, is a wanderlust soul. So, I'll be posting about the places I've been to and places I'd like to visit soon (once I start saving up for travels). This also serves as my motivation to go to new places and discover new things. </li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Health is wealth WEDNESDAYS. </span>- </span></b>Wednesdays will be filled with posts about health and other related topics. I just thought that it would be nice because aside from sharing <span style="color: #cc0000;">health-related/nursing-related topics.</span> It's like a form of constant review for me. I'll also be posting tips and shortcuts and or strategies in learning some nursing topics which I know can be a great help to me, and others as well. :)</li>
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<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-weight: bold;">SATURDAY Screencaps. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Posts will be about <span style="color: #cc0000;">reviews or recaps</span> of dramas (Koreanovelas/JKTDramas) and movies that I'm currently watching/have watched recently. I have been an avid fan of watching this <span style="color: #cc0000;">dramas/series/movies</span> to the point that even if they're still being aired in their respective countries, I'd patiently wait every week just so I could watch them on time. Teeheee. </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">ッ </span>So I thought that sharing these recaps would be fun, especially for those who also love watching K-dramas/movies, watch out for these recaps every week guys! :)</li>
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Hopefully, with this guide, I'll be able to update more often than in the past few weeks and share to you things that can probably inspire you in the very least. <span style="font-size: x-small;">ッ </span>How about you? How do you make the most of your everyday? You can use this guide or make one of your own. Tell me about it by posting/leaving a comment below. <span style="font-size: x-small;">ッ</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>A/N: I don't know what, but one can agree with me that there's something about the start of every month that people always look forward to. Like, every start of the month, Facebook newsfeeds would all be full of 'Please be good to me *insert name of current month here* or whatev lyrics/quotes/excerpts related to that certain month. I don't have anything against those, because I too, have done that notion once or twice already. Maybe it's the rush you feel every start of the month, the feeling of accomplishing yet another month and getting the opportunity to start another month that is enough for anyone to celebrate and start it with a new hope for good luck on the upcoming month. </i></span></div>
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For us Filipinos, September marks the start of -ber months in the country! If ever there'll be a competition as to where can anyone find the most Christmas spirit in the world, I can proudly say that our country would have an undeniably good shot at winning the title. One can feel the holiday season just around the corner; people are seen with smiles on their faces, some kids would even start their Christmas countdown as early as the second week of September; Christmas lights are out on the streets earlier than usual and Christmas songs can now be heard over the radio. Every year, scenarios like these are usual sightings once September starts.<br />
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I hope this month brings us lots of good luck and good memories! Cheers to another month of making things count! ッ</div>
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I have also asked myself that
question too many times already. I can still remember my elementary days, when
asked on what course I’ll probably take when I enter college, I’d always
answer, ‘An engineer! Or A teacher!’. Back then, I've always wanted to be one
of those two because I was really inspired by how a teacher can inspire so many
students despite a very tiring profession. How they would go on with their
everyday lectures and still share something meaningful to the class. And so, up
until I was a grade 6 student, being a teacher or an engineer was all I could
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And then, things changed when I
entered high school. <span style="color: #45818e;"><b>My perspective changed.</b></span> When the time came for filling up of
application forms for universities in college, I applied to two universities,
Bicol University and University of Sto. Tomas.
I would've applied to Letran under a varsity scholarship but then I know
I had been pretty lax on my performance In chess and so I haven’t tried; if
only I had concentrated on playing chess when I was in elementary and high
school, I would've pursued that path, but oh well, that’s another story. In
UST, my first and second choice had been <span style="color: #e06666;"><b>Nursing (BSN)</b></span> and Electronics and
Communication Engineering (ECE) respectively; while in BU my first choice was
also <span style="color: #e06666;"><b>nursing </b></span>(I forgot my second choice there).</div>
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Though I admit, making up my mind to put <span style="color: #e06666;"><b>Nursing </b></span>as a first choice in the universities that I applied for college was hard because I had to set aside my childhood dream to become a teacher/engineer and also, for the little part of that dilemma comes with the fact that, <b><i><s><span style="color: #cc0000;">I am scared of blood</span>. </s></i></b>Srsly. My knees would go weak whenever I see any blood. Why nursing then, if I'm afraid of shots? If I'm afraid of seeing operations? How much more if I’ll see them on a day to day basis once I become a nurse? </div>
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Why I chose nursing can date back
to when I realized that I really wanted to take care of people, to extend a
helping hand to others (whether sick or healthy person) and to inspire them to
take better care of themselves. This realization came to me as I was watching the TV show and I saw people in a hospital not getting the prompt treatment. It pained me to see people suffer more that what they are suffering because of delayed treatment/s just because they don't have enough money to pay for a downpayment/medicine/operation. Heartbreaking as it may sound, though its only a fictional show, this also happens in reality, <i><strike>you get what you pay for</strike></i>. That's why I made up my mind that if ever given the chance to help others, I'd really like to make a difference, no matter how small that difference may be. I also realized that I wanted to pursue a
course where I can be around kids most of the times, as I find them the cutest.
<span style="font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> I wanted to be given
the opportunity to play and laugh with
them, answer their unending questions on “why’s and how’s”, as well as to teach
them endless things, aside from the fact that I’ll be one of the persons
assigned to care for them. I guess, being caring is a given trait if one grows
up in a closely-knit family and being the eldest child, just like mine. </div>
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<b><i>Maybe, the desire fueled up
inside me once I realized the dream of being a <span style="color: #e06666;">nurse </span>overcomed any second
thoughts that I had for choosing <span style="color: #e06666;">nursing </span>as a profession. And right now, whenever I look back, I would
often tell myself that I don’t and will never regret that decision. Yeah, I may not have a job
right away, but definitely, because I chose something that I love, I know that
I have chosen the path that I will never get tired of.<o:p></o:p></i></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #45818e;">I've</span></b><b><span style="color: #45818e;"> realized that every profession is tiring, every profession needs a sacrifice;</span><span style="color: #351c75;"> </span></b>but whatever profession you may choose, you should <b><span style="color: #e06666;">choose it with all your heart</span></b>. You should <b><span style="color: red;">NEVER </span></b>choose a course just because you want to have a high paying job after you graduate; you don’t choose something just because someone told you so; you don’t choose just because you have to please your parents or you have to live their dream for you. Yes, those factors may have an impact as to what you will probably choose, but you should think first of yourself, it is your future that’s at stake after all. If in the course of your journey, you fail; you cannot fall back to an excuse and blame them for persuading you because you had a choice in the first place. And so you’ll have to decide for yourself. </div>
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They say, 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." I'd say, "True beauty is defined by how someone perceive him/herself.' What makes someone beautiful is based on how they see themselves, because no matter how many times you tell how they look good on something they wear; how glamorous they look on a certain picture; how you look up to them as an icon of beauty; or how many times you tell them how beautiful they are, if they see themselves otherwise, your compliments are practically useless. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815741742015481174.post-66908940928416474542013-07-31T10:40:00.001-07:002013-08-26T09:03:27.698-07:00Empty Jar.<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.74902); border: 0px; color: #070707; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sane-serif; padding: 5px 0px 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815741742015481174.post-11795848486040621482013-07-18T02:44:00.000-07:002013-09-04T19:30:22.566-07:00Love---The Second Time Around.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The second time around, or maybe even your third or fourth one, it’s natural that you tend to compare it with your first love. At some point during the beginning of another love, you find yourself comparing teeny-tiny details like, “He/She never gave a comment about my eating habits, why does this one care so much?” or “His/Her eyes are the same as my ex’s eyes.”; the list could go on a long way, and you feel like you need a map to show how to go on with your feelings. That’s okay; you’re starting a new love with someone new and unfamiliar to you— so it’s just normal that you are skeptical and wary. You just have to ask your new love for directions, plus the learning you’ve had from your previous ones, you’ll be okay with that.</div>
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The second time around, you feel as if you don’t know where to start and how you’ll go with your feelings. You find yourself asking, “How do you I do this again?” It’s going to be scary at first, but you’ll realize, falling in love is just like riding a bike and getting bruised for the first time, you never really forget.</div>
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<em><strong>No love story is the same as the first, second or third one. Because love is like taking a leap of faith; a gamble with the unknown, and you can never know what will happen with any relationship you currently have at the moment. But I guess, anything can last as long as both of you will exert your very best efforts to make it work. Feelings don’t fade. You may say that you don’t love him/her anymore, but deep inside you, you know for a fact that the feelings will always be there, and that you will always care.</strong></em></div>
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Last July 8 marked a special day for 16,219 out of 37,887 takers who took the Nurses Licensure Examination. </div>
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And for all the blessings that I've received and I am continuously receiving, I'd like to share these appreciation post..</div>
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<li>First of all, I’d like to say my Congratulations to each and every one of us. This day, which marks another milestone in my life, is not entirely my day, but also for my parents, my family, my friends, my professors, my mentors and everyone who have exerted an effort to help me reach this stage and I’d like to take this opportunity to thank and mention most, if not all, of you.. I know my words will never be enough to show how much I am thankful and grateful for all your prayers, efforts, encouragement, words of wisdom and the mere fact that you are with me throughout the journey is enough to keep me going every day. </li>
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Thank you po papa God for granting me this achievement. All those years of hardship paid of, and I will never be where I am right now if not because of your guidance and Strength.<br />
Indeed, the making of a nurse does not start 3-4 months before the board exam. It starts from your realization that you want to enter the realm of nursing. It then continues the moment you set foot on your chosen university until the moment your professor starts with their first lesson. It continues until your very last one year in college up to the time you start writing on your answer sheet for the board exam. The making of a nurse is not an overnight process nor is it a piece of cake. It is a tiring journey and you constantly have to motivate yourself to keep going forward. It only takes a matter of balance and time management on what you are doing. Being a nurse is never easy. But throughout the journey, even with the hardships (the sleepless nights, stressful duties and the like), you get the prize of fulfillment that if you study hard and become a successful nurse someday, you can surely make a difference in someone’s life.. </blockquote>
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But how do you start a new chapter in your life when you know you’ll be leaving your comfort zone and the people you've been living most of your life with? If only I could be in two places at a time. But that’s next to impossible. I guess I have to act as an adult that I am and start wanting for more.</div>
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My first ever job interview. Gaaahd. I would've given anything just to have someone accompany me that time. I thought my friend's interview would also be in Ortigas but luh, it turned out that hers was in Makati. :( Imagine my nervousness as I was on the way that morning. I was alone for freaking out loud and I don't know what will happen next. as To cut the story short, I passed the initial interview and so I was referred to a series of tests to be conducted July 1st. To reward myself after a hard day's work, I went to MOA with friends. :)</div>
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This day wasn't filled with so much activities since I was stuck at home due to the storm signal #1. But still, I was able to go to SM Sucat to meet my one of my bestfriends, Erika. </blockquote>
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30 June 2013.</blockquote>
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This day was quite a heavy one for me, cause I ain't fond of saying goodbyes. :/ 'Tis the day my new friend Goretti flies back to the US. I know we may have just started to know each other but it doesn't exempt the fact that I'll say my goodbye to her and see her in who-knows-when again. I started to get worried because I thought their flight was going to be cancelled due to the heavy rains that started last night, but thankfully, the weather improved when we reached the airport. </blockquote>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Goretti at the Heritage Hotel<br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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01-02 July 2013.</blockquote>
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Monday was the day of the continuation of the exams. After that, I qualified and so I was told to have my medical that same day so that I can start work on Wednesday that same week! -_- Everything had been so fast but I can somehow feel that small hesitation in my heart. Things went fine on the exam, the doctor just told me to consult my doctor as I get home to get a medical clearance. I have been quite excited because, hey, it should've been my first job ever! I decided to come home as soon as possible to get my paper requirements so I can start on the same week. </blockquote>
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<i>I thought everything turn the way I thought they would be but it didn't. :( The paperworks were no problem, but when I checked in on my doctor, she didn't allow me to start work anytime soon and told me to wait for a few months. :/ </i> <i>And really, I have been disappointed that time, all my bags are packed and I'm ready to go, but the circumstance wouldn't allow me and so I have no other choice but to stay. Gaaaah. But there's no use in staying glum and disappointed for a long time. I just think that maybe, it's just not the right time for me. </i><br />
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<i><b>Everything happens for a reason anyway.</b></i><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815741742015481174.post-25163300262476935232013-06-18T03:10:00.000-07:002013-08-26T08:52:35.773-07:00I wonder which part of the phrase, “It’s over.”, that you don’tunderstand..<img alt="image" height="323" src="http://media.tumblr.com/7347225f630447dd4b3bcf1c6f13792c/tumblr_inline_mokgfuO9G61qz4rgp.gif" width="640" /><br />
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<em><span style="text-decoration: line-through;"><strong>Your feelings are long overdue. </strong></span></em><br />
<em>True. There isn’t a set amount of time that it takes to get over someone. But if you try harder, you know you can.</em> <strong>It’s tough, but it’s something that you have to do, for your own sake.</strong><br />
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<em>Because sometimes, you are too caught up in the past, wishing that there might be a second chance lurking around the corner that you can grab hold of, that you forget that everything’s not the same anymore between the two of you. And you can’t do anything but to just accept the fact and let the other person live their life, without you in the picture. Yes, the two of you may talk, may hang-out, may share stories again, may act as if nothing happened, but I hope you bear in mind that it has a limit now. That you can’t just act like the old girlfriend/boyfriend you used to be.</em><br />
<em>People tend to linger back and reminisce in the past, thinking that by doing so could actually mean they can get another chance for their love story because the first time wasn’t as great as it should have been, that they can get another chance to correct their mistakes and shortcomings to prove to the person that he/she is worth taking the second chance for, but rarely, this works out. Yes, indeed, you can get a second shot at things, but I guess, in any relationship, once a damage has been done, it is done. </em><br />
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<em>Falling in love is not always a happily-ever-after story, sometimes, its-just-once-upon-a-story…</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815741742015481174.post-86603353692551625052013-04-13T15:36:00.000-07:002013-08-26T08:47:52.147-07:00<i>I hate it when people tend to say irrational things when they get mad, and unintentionally hurt someone’s feelings over a few words—then after their anger has subsided, would ask for forgiveness for what they have said. They think that, it’s as easy as fixing a wound with band-aids. Demmit. >_<</i><br />
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<i>Take responsibility for your actions. Just sayin’.</i><br />
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<i>RF: That’s why, I don’t talk when I’m mad. I’m more of giving the silent treatment, instead of talking impulsively and hurting someone’s feelings because I know, if I talk when I’m mad, I might say things that I don’t really mean which I will regret. At least, by giving the silent treatment, you are giving the other person time to think about what he/she has done wrong and by the time he/she realizes his/her mistake, my anger has subsided and we can talk things through.</i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815741742015481174.post-8637931518188222112013-04-01T21:35:00.000-07:002013-08-26T09:36:58.854-07:00Graduation, finally! <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zsusa Alexandria S. Lorena<br />BSN Block B<br />Batch 2013</td></tr>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">April 1, 2013.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">This day is not entirely my day. But also for my parents, my family, my friends, my professors, my mentors and everyone who have exerted an effort to help me reach this stage. Today marks another milestone in my life. 4 years of hardship paid off, now I have my diploma along with the knowledge, skills and attitude that I have acquired, and I am now ready to start another chapter. I thank all those who have become part of my 4-year college life---the moments I have shared with you will forever be remembered. Your names may not be written here, but I will never forget how you've made me feel. I may not have a grand celebration or extravagant gifts to show, but I am more than happy because I have you guys to witness this important event with me. Indeed, I could not ask for more. ♥ :) Education doesn't stop on our Graduation, but it stops the moment you stop striving for more. Learning is a continuous process and I hope that all the life's lessons we have learned, will be applied as we step out into the real world. Cheers to the graduates of BU Batch 2013!</span><br />
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<em>What can you call yourself if you can’t even defend someone who used to be close to you?</em><br />
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<em><img height="368" src="http://media.tumblr.com/c4fac179846ee1baf3eefbf83cc54d08/tumblr_inline_mk558vVoTK1qz4rgp.gif" width="640" /></em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815741742015481174.post-59623288874464802762013-03-15T06:33:00.000-07:002013-08-26T08:47:18.742-07:00Would you rather lose your friendship for superficial flings and a meremixup of your feelings?<em>Well, think again. </em><br />
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<em>You hafta sort ‘em out first. <strong>Because a broken friendship is difficult to fix than knowing what you exactly feel and acting out on these emotions. </strong></em><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815741742015481174.post-68293801193671956882013-03-12T08:57:00.000-07:002013-08-26T08:46:48.385-07:00<img height="403" src="http://media.tumblr.com/c4913751740ac32f4e3357a587e59404/tumblr_inline_mjk1kwgc311qz4rgp.jpg" width="640" /><br />
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<em>Dear Future Boyfriend,</em><br />
<em>I know my voice is not that great. But hey, I could sing you to sleep. I’d gladly volunteer anytime. Because for you, the try is very much worth it. :></em><br />
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<em>Sincerely,</em><br />
<em>Me</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815741742015481174.post-737832054060485642013-01-10T08:39:00.000-08:002013-08-26T08:46:07.134-07:00ROOFTOP PRINCE. ♥Actually, tagal ko na neto natapos panoorin. Ngayon ko lang nakita na nasa drafts ko pala tong post. Tagal ko na din kasing di nakakanood ng K-drama ng dirediretso. Ngayon nalang uli. Natambak tuloy yung mga papanoodin ko. Ohwell.<br />
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<strong>*SPOILER ALERT* |Do not continue reading if you haven’t yet finished the whole drama.|</strong><br />
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<li>Sweet Scenes/Touching Scenes:</li>
<li>Favorite Quotes:</li>
<li>Hilarious/Funny scenes:</li>
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<strong><i>Since I can list a hundred of these favorite little scenes, I’ll divide it by episodes. :D Here are my favorite scenes in one of my favorite korean drama, Rooftop Prince. :> I hope you’ll love the show, too! :D</i></strong><br />
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EPISODE 2: *not in particular order of sequence*<br />
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<li>Nung para silang power-rangers. :)) Tapos iniwan pa nila yung sapatos nila sa bus stop. Total laughtrip. :))))<img height="360" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2012/rooftop/roof1/roof2-00447.jpg" width="640" /></li>
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EPISODE 3<br />
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<li>Nung nagpapalit sila sa elevator, tapos biglang bumukas. Bwahahahaha! <img height="360" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2012/rooftop/roof1/roof3-00107.jpg" width="640" /></li>
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<li>Nung nasa may sort of amusement park sila. :)<img height="359" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2012/rooftop/roof1/roof3-00351a.jpg" width="640" /></li>
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<li>Their epic faces upon seeing a video call for the first time. :))<img alt="391372_373005069433542_1752212936_n_large" height="640" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/32554694/391372_373005069433542_1752212936_n_large.jpg" width="533" /></li>
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EPISODE 4:<br />
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<li>Lee-Gak trying out the dance step (though he just try it, unbeknownst to his comrades, to save his pride. Haha!)</li>
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*To be continued.. :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815741742015481174.post-23587013235364278452013-01-06T17:55:00.000-08:002013-08-26T08:45:07.074-07:00Slipped Away.<div style="text-align: justify;">
<i>I’ve been keeping these thoughts to myself until now. I rarely talk about these kind of stuffs because I am the type of person who’d endure just to save a friendship. I’m not writing this to gain sympathy or anything, because I don’t want one. And for the record, I’m hurt and disappointed, but definitely not angry. </i></div>
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<i>Everyone knows that ONE basic rule: BESTFRIENDS DON’T KEEP SECRETS FROM EACH OTHER.</i></div>
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<i>You know, it’s really disappointing to hear stories about what’s the latest happening in your life—-from other people. Hearing them from other people and not directly from you makes me feel like I’m some kind of outsider, and it pains me, knowing that I’m supposed to be your <strike>BESTFRIEND.</strike> :( You could have told me those stories yourself, instead of hearing them from other people. I know I am patient. <strong>Way tooooo patient. </strong>But no matter how patient I am, I get tired, too. I guess I got tired of waiting for you to start sharing stories again. </i></div>
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<i>That’s when we started drifting apart. It’s not because we started getting busy with our everyday lives. It’s not because I have many friends. It’s not because I started drifting away from you to gain new friends. It’s just that, we grew apart when you started keeping secrets to yourself. </i></div>
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<em>Could you put all the blame on me when we started to drift apart? :(</em></div>
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<img height="426" src="http://media.tumblr.com/52fe4cd24a4b0b553541db8735a49557/tumblr_inline_mg8fwqO9Vd1r0vycv.jpg" width="640" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815741742015481174.post-27525119658790950542013-01-01T08:25:00.000-08:002013-08-26T08:44:29.350-07:00NW: Still, Marry Me/ The Woman Who Still Wants to Marry<strong><img alt="image" height="497" src="http://media.tumblr.com/be568f8fcdcaa37dee96a006be4d92db/tumblr_inline_mfyfv09FQ71r0vycv.jpg" width="640" /></strong><br />
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<strong>Starring:</strong> <em><strong>Park Jin-hee, Kim Bum, Uhm Ji-won, Wang Bit-na</strong></em></div>
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<strong>Aired:</strong> January 20, 2012- March 11, 2012<br />
<strong>Plot:</strong> This drama is actually one that revolves around the lives of three women (Lee Shin Young (<a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Park_Jin_Hee" target="_blank" title="Park Jin Hee">Park Jin Hee</a>), Jung Da Jung (<a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Uhm_Ji_Won" target="_blank" title="Uhm Ji Won">Uhm Ji Won</a>) and Kim Boo Ki (<a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Wang_Bit_Na" target="_blank" title="Wang Bit Na">Wang Bit Na</a>), all are in their 30s, whose romantic relationships in the past failed due to career ambitions and personal preferences, who find themselves given a chance to make a fresh start.<br />
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From DramaWiki: <em>Broadcast journalist Shin-young (Park Jin-hee) is 36, and wants to find love, but it’s hard to stay positive when she’s faced with high workplace pressure and a string of failed relationships. Just when it seems like her chances may have passed, she meets a musician ten years her junior (Kim Bum), and her former fiance (Lee Pil-mo) comes back to rekindle the flame. Korean-English translator Da-jung (Uhm Ji-won) desperately wants to get married within a year. She won’t settle for anything less than the perfect man, but will that really result in the perfect marriage? Restaurant consultant Bu-ki (Wang Bit-na) is done with the marriage game. She broke off her engagement, studied overseas, and is satisfied on her own terms as an efficient, sophisticated woman.</em><br />
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<a href="http://2400express.wordpress.com/2010/09/16/woman-who-still-wants-to-marry/" target="_blank"><img alt="image" height="426" src="http://media.tumblr.com/70ab009f9e2067816f62a4767a221c86/tumblr_inline_mfyfyiYFpJ1r0vycv.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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*SQUEAL* :DDDDDD Lots of favorite scenes here. I’ll post it after I watched the whole show.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815741742015481174.post-24190552399775483372013-01-01T07:42:00.000-08:002013-08-26T08:43:40.619-07:00Things I Wish to Do this 2013. تLast year, I also had this list, <em><strong>Things I wish to do this 2012</strong></em>, and so I’d write one again this year.<br />
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Uso naman lagi kasi ang New Year’s resolution tuwing New Year. Kadalasan, hindi naman nagagawa ng iba kasi hanggang drawing at sulat lang. I’m listing these things na I hope magawa ko, pero kung hindi ko magawa yung iba, ayos lang, kasi hindi naman ako nag-promise kaya no regrets. :D Still, sana talaga magawa ko karamihan dito.<br />
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From last year’s list that I want to continue:<br />
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<li><strong>Get more sleep.</strong></li>
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Seriously. Kelangan ko talaga neto. Alam ko naman kasi, by the end of January and early Feb, kulang na kulang na neto, with thesis mode is on at malapit na din ang defense. And by June, mas lalo. Graduating na kasi. 4th year na ako. Hoooooo! :-) </blockquote>
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<li><strong>Be less concerned.</strong></li>
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Kelan ko lang to narealize. Pero actually, matagal ko na din to gusto gawin. Bakit? Minsan kasi, masyado akong concerned sa iba, yung tipong inaalala ko sila palagi, na hindi ko napapansin, minsan naf-feel ko, yung iba naman sakanila e, wala lang. Wala ka lang sa kanila. Nakakaasar na kasi minsan yun. Not to mention nakakalungkot din. Kasi kahit gano mo ipakita na mahalaga sila sayo, hindi naman nila pinapahalagahan. Sino naman ang matutuwa sa ganun diba? Kaya nga this year, magbabawas na ako ng mga taong papakitaan ko ng care. Sabe nga ni Anj, why waste my time na ipakita sa kanila na nagc-care ako, kung meron namang mga ibang tao pa na mas deserve ang care na pinapakita ko sakanila.<br />
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Ganun lang naman kasi ako e. I’m a friendly person naman. :) I don’t pretend to be someone I’m not para lang dumami ang friends ko. Hindi ako plastic. The way I’ll treat you will depend on how you treat me, too. :) Treat me good, I’ll definitely treat you better. :)<br />
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<li><strong>Be less moody.</strong></li>
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Minsan kasi, may pagka-moody ako. :D I have my own “silent tantrums”. Yung pag galit or naaasar o naiinis na ako, tatahimik nalang ako bigla. Titingin nalang sa malayo o kaya naman aalis nalang. Yung tipong bigla nalang ako hindi magsasalita at hindi na makikipag-usap. Akin kasi, less talks—-less mistakes. Baka makasakit lang ako pag nagsalita ako kaagad pag galit ako. Diba?<br />
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Sudden outbursts of emotion is not good. Inaantay ko nalang muna na mawala yung asar/galit/inis ko. Hindi ko naman kasalanan na hindi ako ganun kadaldal ah. Haha. :D Minsan kasi, may mga times na mas gusto ko mag-isa, para makapag-isip isip din.<br />
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<li><strong>More focused. More aggressive sa opportunities.</strong></li>
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Haha. :D Kulang ako neto. Madali kasi ako ma-distract sa mga bagay-bagay. Short attention span ba. :P Pero pag gustong-gusto ko talaga yung ginagawa ko, nagiging focused naman ako.<br />
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More aggressive sa opportunities. Eto wish ko din magawa. Kadalasan kasi, nahihiya ako gawin ang isang bagay lalo na pag sa harap na ng madaming tao (na hindi ko gaano kilala). Gagawin ko na talaga to this year. 4th year na eh. So I’ll grab as many opportunities as I can. :)<br />
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<li><strong>Lovelife?</strong></li>
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Hahahaha! :DD Wishing. Wishing. Wishful thinking? :DDDD Hmm. Pero siguro after grad nalang muna. :D<br />
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<li><strong>Finish my own little stories. :D</strong></li>
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Sana ma-publish ko, kahit dito lang sa blog ko or some other website yung mga ginagawa kong short stories. Hmm. Sa mga classmates ko palang kasi yun pinapabasa, ewan, mejo nahihiya pa kasi ako. :D Pero sabi nila i-post ko na daw dito sa blog ko at kinukulit nila akong tapusin ko na daw kasi bitin daw pag chapter by chapter lang. XD<br />
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This year:<br />
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<li><strong>Pass the Boards and be a RN! :)</strong></li>
<li><strong>Never be late again. <strike>Or at least most of the time. </strike>:D</strong></li>
<li><strong>Read more. and more. and more.</strong></li>
<li><strong>Save often.</strong></li>
<li><strong>Lessen being impulsive when buying stuffs.</strong></li>
<li><strong>Volunteer in a youth org/an orphanage/an outreach program.</strong></li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815741742015481174.post-9524947761848064182013-01-01T06:26:00.000-08:002013-08-26T08:43:16.569-07:00HOLIDAYS 2012.<div style="text-align: justify;">
Just got back from a 9-day vacation in Pangasinan. :> Tiring yet fun! Pumunta kami on the same day sa Christmas party namin, buti nalang pinayagan muna ako mag-party bago umalis, magwawala (haha) talaga ako kung hindi ako pinayagan eh last party ko na din naman ngayong college.</div>
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<strong>HIGHLIGHTS FOR THIS HOLIDAYS2012:</strong></div>
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<li style="text-align: justify;"><strong>One item from Wishlist this Christmas, check! (STAR Stuffed-toy + Star Necklace na umiilaw :D)</strong></li>
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<li style="text-align: justify;"><strong>9-Day Trip to Alaminos, Pangasinan |12/20-29/12|</strong></li>
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<li style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Hundred Islands! :)</strong></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><strong>One item in Wishlist for Christmas, check! (SLATE PLANNER 2013 :D)</strong></li>
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<li style="text-align: justify;"><strong>New Year Celeb at home</strong></li>
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Happy New Year everyone! :)</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815741742015481174.post-2394277434003883452012-12-19T04:14:00.000-08:002013-08-26T08:39:55.528-07:00No Strings Attached. ♥<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Recently watched <em>No Strings Attached</em> and here are my favorite lines/scenes/quotes from the movie. :D<br />
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<strong>When Emma was leaving Adam’s house..</strong><br />
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Adam: Hey, you know this is never gonna work.</div>
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Emma: Why not?</div>
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Adam: Because clearly you’re gonna fall in love with me.</div>
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Emma: Oh, really? Well, then we just do this until one of us feels something more and then we stop.</div>
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Adam: Well it won’t be me.</div>
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Emma: It won’t be me.</div>
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[he kisses her]</div>
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Adam: Good luck with that.</div>
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<strong><em>When Emma was having her monthly period, and Adam suddenly went to their crib to deliver some cupcakes and a surprise CD. :) </em></strong></div>
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Adam: Oh, I understand what’s going on. You’re all on the same cycle. This is very exciting. Your uterine walls will be shedding for the next three to five days.</div>
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Shira: Nice memorization. Did you Google that?</div>
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Adam: I may have. Because you’re women. And I think that’s a beautiful thing.</div>
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Patrice: It’s like a crime scene in my pants.</div>
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[Adam takes out a CD and presents it to Emma and her friends.]</div>
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Adam: Oh, I also made you this.</div>
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[hands the CD to Emma]</div>
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Adam: To help soothe your womb.</div>
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[reading the CD songs]</div>
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Patrice: It’s a mix! “Even Flow." “Red, Red Wine."</div>
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Shira: "Sunday Bloody Sunday"?</div>
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Emma: Adam, did you make me a period mix?</div>
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Guy: That’s so romantic!</div>
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Patrice: Frank Sinatra, “I’ve Got the World on a String"!</div>
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Emma: Oh!</div>
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Adam: That’s a classic. </div>
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<strong>SWEEEEEEET! <3 ッ</strong></div>
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<em><b>On the evening of Adam’s birthday, his dad invited him to dinner—-to think that dad is having an affair with his ex-girlfriend. >_< Emma goes with him.</b></em></div>
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Emma: This isn’t really my place. I mean, who am I? I just have sex with your son sometimes. But…</div>
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Adam: Yes, she does.</div>
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Emma: But, there is really no reason for you to bring a child into this world since you’re acting like children already.</div>
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Vanessa: That’s really mean.</div>
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Emma: Yeah, I’m mean. But you’re fucking crazy. <em><strong>Cause given the choice between Adam and his dad, given the choice between Adam and anyone really, I’d choose Adam, everytime.</strong></em></div>
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[to Adam]</div>
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Emma: Do you wanna get out of here?</div>
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Adam: Yeah. Fuck this.</div>
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[they get up to leave]</div>
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Emma: Oh, by the way. It’s the best sex of my life.</div>
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[yells to Alvin and Vanessa as they walk out of the restaurant]</div>
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Emma: Great Scott! ッ</div>
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HAHA. Thiiiiiiziis one of my favorite scenes. :))</div>
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♥</div>
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Adam: Go on a date with me.</div>
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Emma: [laughing] You’re heavily sedated. </div>
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Adam: Come on, it’s…it’s one date. Just do it.</div>
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Emma: Why? So I can wear make up and act perfect all night?</div>
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Adam: Yeah. I’ll pick you up and we can talk about our favorite books and our favorite TV shows and I’ll pay for everything. And you can reward me with an over the jeans cock rub. Like a real date.</div>
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Emma: Is that what you really want?</div>
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Adam: This Friday.</div>
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Emma: This Friday is Valentine’s Day.</div>
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Adam: Yeah.</div>
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Emma: No.</div>
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Adam: Go big or go home. They’ll be hearts and maybe some flowers. One date.</div>
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Emma: Fine.</div>
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Adam: What?</div>
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Emma: I’ll go on a date with you.</div>
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Emma: I made you a Valentine’s Day card.</div>
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Adam: What?</div>
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[takes the card looks at it and laughs]</div>
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Adam: It’s perfect. Will you read it for me? Is that weird?</div>
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[Emma takes the card back and reads it]</div>
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Emma: You give me premature ventricular contractions.</div>
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Adam: I’m assuming that’s a good thing. ♥</div>
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Emma: You make my heart skip a beat.</div>
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Adam: Aww.</div>
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Emma: Don’t make fun of me! </div>
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Adam: Wow!</div>
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<em><strong>[during their Valentine’s Day date]</strong></em></div>
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Emma: I don’t get my own milkshake?</div>
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Adam: No, it’s one milkshake, two straws. That’s what makes it so special.</div>
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Emma: But I’m so hungry</div>
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Adam: We have dinner, later. Didn’t you read the itinerary?</div>
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Emma: You’re gonna get more shake you have a bigger mouth.</div>
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Adam: You have a pretty big mouth.</div>
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[<em><strong>Adam tries to show his feelings during their date]</strong></em></div>
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Emma: I can’t do this. Could you please take me back to work?</div>
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Adam: No. No. That’s not the deal. The deal is that we’re gonna walk around and we’re gonna look at the twinkly lights and then…</div>
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Emma: Why are you messing everything up?</div>
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Adam: It’s what people do. I mean, they buy each other flowers and they go to museums and they don’t…</div>
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Emma: You know me. This stuff freaks me out. It’s fake. What’s wrong with what we were doing? It’s working, we don’t have to fight, we don’t have to…</div>
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Adam: Maybe I wanna fight.</div>
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Emma: Yeah, well. I don’t!</div>
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Adam: What are you gonna do? You’re just…you’re never gonna feel anything? How are you gonna do that?</div>
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Emma: I don’t know. I’ll figure it out.</div>
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Adam: You’re so messed up.</div>
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Emma: Yeah? I don’t need you to take care of me, I take care of myself. That’s what I do. </div>
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Emma: Why don’t you go find some other girl who’s not gonna hurt you?</div>
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Adam: Because I love you.</div>
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[suddenly Emma starts hitting and pushing him]</div>
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Adam: It’s obvious. I completely love you! There! </div>
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[she continues to hit and push him]</div>
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Adam: Oh! You’re such a wimp!</div>
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Emma: I am not a wimp.</div>
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Adam: Well then be with me! </div>
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[she continues to push and hit him]</div>
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Adam: Okay, you’re gonna fight me. Is that…you’re gonna fight. You can’t fight me, you’re miniature. You’re like a girl Rick Moranis. You fight like a hamster.</div>
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♥</div>
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Emma: I can’t stop thinking about him.</div>
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Katie: Who? Adam?</div>
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Emma: Yeah. I know it’s over and I’m looking, it’s just no one is as…</div>
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Katie: Tall.</div>
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Emma: He’s so tall.</div>
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Katie: So tall.</div>
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Emma: And he’s so like…</div>
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Katie: Happy.</div>
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Emma: Annoyingly happy all the time. But he has this…he has the best heart.</div>
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♥</div>
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[Emma calls Adam whilst he’s at his show opening party]</div>
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Adam: Hello?</div>
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Emma: Hi. It’s Emma Kurtzman from Camp Weehawken.</div>
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Adam: Yes. What is it?</div>
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Emma: So my sister’s getting married in Santa Barbara tomorrow and uh…I don’t know. I heard your show was tonight. Uh…congratulations.</div>
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Adam: Thank you.</div>
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Emma: I know this is random. I just, um…I miss you. I miss you so much.</div>
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Adam: Okay. I don’t know what to say. You’re…you’re calling me because you’re at your sister’s wedding and she looks happy and everyone is happy and you’re not.</div>
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Emma: I thought…I don’t know what I thought. I just…I…I guess I wanted to hear your voice. I mean, I know we broke up but…</div>
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Adam: Emma. We didn’t break up. We never started. I gotta go um…I’m still at work, so. Uh…have fun at the wedding and tell your sister congratulations. Bye.</div>
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[he hangs up]</div>
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Emma: Oh, fuck!</div>
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[Emma looks at Katie]</div>
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Emma: I have to…</div>
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Katie: Go.</div>
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Emma: Now!</div>
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<em><strong>[Adam call Emma as he’s leaving the hospital after seeing his dad]</strong></em><br /><img height="270" src="http://media.tumblr.com/3e7c2298844c663aa68a6a299ea19727/tumblr_inline_mfa1d2NMJb1r0vycv.gif" width="640" /><br />
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Adam: Hey, you can’t call me and tell me that you miss me. I don’t wanna have that conversation on the phone. So you can’t text me and you can’t e-mail me and you can’t write on my wall. Like, if you really miss me, you need to grow up and get in your car and come and see me. </div>
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[Emma get out of her car which is parked outside the hospital]</div>
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Emma: I’m here.</div>
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Adam: How…how did you know that…?</div>
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Emma: Shira texted me about your dad, so I came here.</div>
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♥ </div>
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Emma: I know I just can’t call you.</div>
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Adam: No, you can’t.</div>
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Emma: I know. I hurt you, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I wasted so much time pretending I didn’t care. I guess I just didn’t wanna feel like this. It hurts.</div>
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[she starts crying]</div>
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Emma: But I love you. I’m totally completely and in love with you and I don’t care if you think it’s too late, I’m telling you anyway.</div>
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[Adam just stares at her]</div>
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Emma: Will you please say something?</div>
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Adam: Wait. You should know, if you come any closer, I’m not letting you go.</div>
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she takes a step closer and he suddenly grabs her and kisses her.</div>
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Emma: I love you.</div>
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Adam: That’s good.</div>
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[they kiss again]</div>
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♥<br />
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Emma: Wanna go with me to this stupid thing.</div>
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Adam: Your sister’s wedding thing?</div>
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[Emma nods her head]</div>
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Adam: And how long do we have to be there?</div>
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Emma: A couple of hours. What do you wanna do?</div>
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Adam: Something crazy.</div>
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♥</div>
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<b>[as they are eating a large breakfast at a diner]</b></div>
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Adam: Wow! Now I know why you never wanna have breakfast with me.</div>
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Emma: What?</div>
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Adam: You eat like a baby dinosaur. You don’t even chew. </div>
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Emma: You think you can get used to it?</div>
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Adam: Yeah, I think so.</div>
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Emma: Good. I was hoping we could do this a lot more.</div>
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Adam: Really?</div>
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Emma: Mmhmm.</div>
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Adam: You know, I was thinking we’re gonna have to come up with some new rules. I’d like to start calling you ‘honey’ and ‘babe’.</div>
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Emma: I don’t know about ‘babe’.</div>
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Adam: No?</div>
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Emma: Hmm.</div>
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Adam: Snuggling?</div>
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Emma: Oh, yeah. I think we’ll just hang in.</div>
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Adam: Wow! This is all moving so fast.</div>
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Emma: Also, I…I’d like to leave the door open when I pee.</div>
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Adam: I think, no.</div>
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Emma: I think I’m gonna do it all the time. It’s gonna get weird.</div>
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[last lines before credits; as they arrive just in time for Katie’s wedding]</div>
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Emma: So what happens now?</div>
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[he takes hold of her hand]</div>
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<strong><em>SOMETIMES, A FLING CAN LEAD TO THE REAL THING. </em></strong>♥ <strong><em> :)</em></strong></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815741742015481174.post-7562165029404786952012-11-27T03:06:00.000-08:002013-08-26T08:29:24.281-07:00Oh, those little things.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>When you start to like someone, even if you deny it, your overall perspective of them gradually changes. You try to pick out the things that you like about them and the pay attention good qualities that they have instead of the bad, and you have this tendency to overlook their flaws and shortcomings. Right?</i></div>
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<i>You start to notice even the littlest things (the simplest details of their clothes doesn’t go unnoticed, the way they smile, the way they flip their hair, the way they fidget on their seats, their mannerisms, or even the way they call your name start to become a constant sound in your ears). Those little conversations or the petty fights start to take part in your daily activities, that you find yourself enjoying those moments. </i></div>
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<i>You find yourself having a re-run of the moments you have together, wanting more of those moments. And sometimes, you even start wanting to include them in your plans about the future. </i></div>
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<i>Just by hearing their names makes your heart beat a little faster than it normally does, and make you feel like there are butterflies in your stomach. </i></div>
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<i>No matter what opinion that others may have on them, and no matter what imperfections they have, you accept them as they are, knowing that nobody is perfect and that these little things are part of the overall reason why you start liking them in the first place. That these little things add up to their total personality and for the time being, they will be the best out of everybody.</i></div>
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<i>It’s like, the more you like them, the better looking they get. :)</i></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815741742015481174.post-78741078964008082652012-11-11T08:46:00.000-08:002013-08-26T08:28:01.274-07:00Test-Taking Strategies. ツAyun. Nag-start na din ang Enhancement/Review Classes namin ngayong second semester in prep for the Boards next year.<em> Yung feeling na nakaka-excite na nakakatakot na nakakamotivate? Alam niyo yun? Mixed emotions lang ang peg. Basta kasi ganun. Nakakaexcite kasi onting panahon na lang ggraduate na kami, nakakatakot kasi sabi nga nila, “You’ll be facing the real world" na, mas mahirap na, pero nakakamotivate kasi halos lahat ng nasa paligid mo e optimistic sa lahat ng bagay. Mas nakakagana pumasok araw-araw, mas nakakainspire mag-aral pa ng mabuti. </em><br />
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<em>Anyway, share ko lang yung natutunan ko sa topic namin ngayong araw sa enhancement, for future reference and sana makatulong din sa iba na makakabasa nito. :) </em><br />
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<strong>TEST-TAKING SKILLS/ STRATEGIES.</strong><br />
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<em>My version of what I have learned last Friday. I hope this helps. </em><br />
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<strong>✔ WORD OF THE DAY: “REWORD!"</strong><br />
<strong>★ Formulate the question in your own words! </strong><br />
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You have to always remember the word, “REWORD". No matter how long the question is, you have to read it from the first to the very last word—do not skim or read to quickly. <em>(Because, admit it or not, we all have the tendency to skim and read quickly once we see a loooong question, isn’t it?)</em></blockquote>
<strong>★ Eliminate only what you think is WRONG.</strong><br />
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Stay focused on the REWORDed question and not on the background info. Usually, pag multiple choice question, maganda yung strategy na elimination. After mo basahin yung question, isa-isahin mo naman yung choices. For example, habang binabasa mo yung letter A na choice, i-cover mo yung B, C and D. After reading letter A, you have to decide whether to eliminate it if it’s wrong or leave it as a choice. And then, if ever you decide to eliminate it, WAG MO NA BALIKAN. If you know for yourself that the one you eliminated is a wrong answer, resist the impulse to go over it again.</blockquote>
<strong>★ DON’T predict answers upon reading the question!</strong><br />
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While reading the question, prevent yourself from predicting answers even before finishing. Kasi may tendency tayo na habang binabasa palang yung question, may naf-formulate na agad na sagot sa isip natin (knowingly or unknowingly). What if may na-formulate ka ng sagot pagkatapos mo basahin yung tanong, pero pagtingin mo sa choices, wala naman dun yung na-predict mo? Malilito ka lang. </blockquote>
<strong>★ If clueless about what the question is really asking for, take a deep breath. Don’t panic. Read answer choices to get clues.</strong><br />
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Minsan, may mga tanong talaga na tricky kung baga. Yung tipong kahit ilang ulit mo ng basahin e halos clueless ka pa sa kung ano ba talaga yung hinahanap. Sa hinaba-haba pa ng question, hindi mo makuha kung ano ba talaga yung hinahanap at ang tendency mo is mag-skip ka nalang sa tanong na yun. <em>Noooo. </em>Never skip a question. Resist the impulse to read and re-read the question. Mas matatagalan ka lang. Instead, you can look up the choices and maybe get some clues there. Once na makakuha ka na ng clues, then go back to REWORDING the question using the clues.<br />
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<em>So there, sana makatulong din sa mga makakabasa neto. ツ</em><br />
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