A Geisha In A Past Life

I didn’t get a greeting from Tom Felton cause I’m too shy to mention him on Twitter and ask him to greet me. :)) Hahaha. But I had a blast and thanks to all the greetings! My best gifts? OoTP and DH Paperbacks! hahahaha. And yeah, am 25... shucks.

Cramming is a routine so every U.P. student has mastered the Art of Cramming after four years of stay at the University. Floors and Corridors are your best friends especially when the library, lobby, and caf are full. Cutting classes are necessary. Four years of love-hate relationship among college friends are healthy. Friends can surely be your college enemies once in a while, but in the end, they will still be your friends. You’ll cry and smile together over class cards, unending projects, and bipolar professors. It is easy to please anybody--- except the professors. You will be thankful if your professor: Is only a part-time professor Has an allergy of some sort Note: Though for A and B, if it is the thesis adviser, it will make the students literally die. Forgets the time of your class or best even forgets that he or she has a class Is young or young at heart at least Has

The last time I have seen the beauty of whites combined with the colorful sablays was two years ago when my brother graduated with thousands of other students from U.P. Diliman. It reminded me of two years ago. When I was one of them. Graduation day--- It was a proud sight for parents; seeing their children march while proudly bearing the seal of being a UP graduate--- the Sablay. For the graduates, graduation day is something phenomenal--- It was a day of soaring prides; their prides of being graduates of the State University that had already produced a great number of influential and great people. And graduation was also a seal of survival--- having survived the bittersweet torture the university had cast upon them. For the alumni, it was a different story. Graduation is a painful reminiscence of the past when they were the ones in the place of the graduates-- when they are wearing the same smiles and proud faces and bearings. Post- graduate depression. Who cou

What can I say? I want to be a witch even if it's just for a Halloween Party. I know I wasn't able to wear a Slytherin robe or a Gryffindor robe, but I feel just the same---BLOOD HAPPY. Damn the best book series for making me feel like this. :)

Nang mahulog ako sa’yo, kumuha agad ako ng ballpen at papel. Ganun ako kapag inspirado. Magsusulat. Bubuo ng isang magandang istorya dahil lamang sa isang pangyayari sa buhay ko. Sinimulan ko ang istorya natin nang nagsimula ako maging tanga. Nag-ubos ako ng oras. Ng papel. Ng utak. Para lang maganda ang kalabasan ng istorya nating dalawa. Siyempre naman, ikaw yata ang una kong pag-ibig. Gusto ko, perpekto ang lahat.  Unang beses ko makaramdam nang mabilis na pagtibok ng puso na walang kinalaman sa pag-inom ko ng kape.  Unang beses ko makaramdam ng pagsakit sa sikmura na walang kinalaman sa paglalabas ng ‘sama ng loob’ sa banyo. Iba ang naramdaman ko sa’yo. Sa unang pagkakataon, nasabi ko sa sarili ko na “Sa wakas, nagmahal din ako.” Pero alam mo, nararamdaman ko naman na hindi talaga puwede maging tayo. Kung ang love story ko para sa akin at sayo ay isinulat ko para gawing pelikula, malamang hindi papatok. Lalangawin sa sinehan. Sayang ang gagastusin para sa

A photo of Tom Felton and the ferret from GoF. #tooepicforwords on Twitpic

Something fierce has never been this comfortable---- ironic it may be, but those words exactly describe the Onitsuka Tiger footwear. Onitsuka Tiger is an internationally-known shoe company from Japan . With the vision of using sports as means of bringing vital energy to the post-war youth of the country, former military officer Kihachiro Onitsuka specialized in the manufacturing of sports shoes and clothing. This is when Onitsuka Tiger was established in 1949. Just like the animal it is named after, Onitsuka Tiger exudes overflowing energy and strength with the vibrant colors of its shoes. Each shoe is made of quality materials such as the Japanese leather that can even survive the heaviest moods of the weather. Yet, in spite of its toughness, Onitsuka Tiger footwear is made for comfort. Onitsuka Tiger has already established its name in the industry. In 1968 Summer Olympics in Mexico , Onitsuka Tiger was considered one the most successful athletic shoes. Its first

Note: Yes, it's a catharsis. So if you have little patience for cathartic attacks, then don't read. 10- The Hitlers of my life My number one excuse, even though I think it isn’t really the number one cause. But yeah, it contributed a lot. How can I meet guys when I was expected not to have a boyfriend until I finished my college years? How can I meet guys when my curfew is 6 pm (was adjusted when I had a 7 pm class)? How can guys be attracted to me when every time they even try to bat an eyelash at me, my mom’s throwing them spear eyes? How can guys have the guts to court me (if they really want of course) when every time I talk about a guy in front of my parents during my peak years (college years), my dad always says, “Pang-sampu yan.” (Pang-sampu sa bibitayin niya and it keeps on adding and adding and adding.) Right now, I think it’s “Pang-labimpito” na. Dads. Moms. 9- When guys look into my eyes, they see my

“We believe that having an entrepreneurial mindset can help each Filipino live their dreams”, says Eduardo U. Tirona, President of Orchard Property Marketing Corporation (OPMC), the exclusive marketing network of Sta. Lucia Realty & Development, Inc., the builder of quality residential subdivisions nationwide. Recently, Mr. Gonegosyo himself, Joey Concepcion and Ed Tirona shook hands to promote OPMC’s “investment-free” business and launched “the OPMC Negosyo Partner”. “Our business is actually one of a kind. The business model is in place and the products are there to sell. What more can you ask for?” Seen above are Ed Tirona and Joey Concepcion doing the ceremonial handshake after signing the Memorandum of Agreement. Also on the photo are Irma Topacio, OPMC’s VP for Finance & Admin (at left) and Mon Lopez, Executive Director for Gonegosyo (at right) Being a Negosyo Partner will provide you with income that really doesn’t require too much effor

Draco was resting on his favorite sofa (which amuses Hermione to no end since the bloody chair was very old) and was watching Hermione with their son, Scorpius. Hermione was on the floor with Scorpius and was reading a book. Scorpius was playing with his toy broomstick. A smile played on Draco's lips. He is happy with his life and his wife is the reason for it. When their son Scorpius was born a year after their marriage, his happiness had totally reached its peak. "Cooky..cooky..." Scorpius' voice brought Draco back from his reverie. His son picked up Crookshanks and hugged the furball. Draco's eyes narrowed. "Granger, I told you not to let our son near that feline of yours." Hermione shook her head, picked up Scorpius, and sat at the foot of Draco's favorite chair. "Draco, Crookshanks will never hurt Scorpius." Draco rolled his eyes. "I know that, Granger, but if our son develops a bloody allergy because of that furba

(Disclaimer: This is a manip; original pictures are not mine. Emma's pic courtesy of JustJared; Tom's pic courtesy of theberry.com) It was never easy. At school, they had to hide what they have... he has to pretend... she has to pretend... After graduation, the situation was the same... he has to pretend... she has to pretend... At work, it wasn't different... he has to pretend... she has to pretend... He's tired of it all. "I don't care anymore, Granger. I want people to know you are mine," he said in a voice that she knew was serious. She nodded quietly. She got her bag, slung it to her shoulders, and accepted the hand he offered. Together they got out of Hermione's office at the ministry. Gazes and whispers follow them at every corner. Both didn't care. It's time everyone knew. When they got out of the ministry, Draco pulled her closer. "Are you ready?" Hermione nodded. Draco apparated them both together to the manor, where his mot

POST POTTER DEPRESSION Below are the signs that you are suffering from a sudden ailment that muggles are experiencing since July 14, 2011: Signs: - You go inside the movie theatre looking fresh and feeling excited; you come out with your eyes quite resembling that of Voldemort’s red ones because you couldn’t stop sobbing throughout the duration of the movie. - You keep unlocking doors muttering “Alohomora” instead of using your key… and then crying when the spell won’t work. - You kept on registering at Pottermore.com even though you already registered just to make sure the site has your email address. - You suddenly take quizzes like “To which house do you belong?” or “Which Harry Potter character are you?” - You find yourself wanting to blog about Harry Potter, but even before you finish the first sentence, you start getting teary-eyed. - You are watching all the You tube videos you ca

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Isang oras. Ang sabi mo, isang oras lang ako maghihintay sa'yo. Manggagaling ka pa kamo sa malayo. Traffic. Wala kang masakyan. Samu't saring mga dahilan, sige tinatanggap ko. Basta isang oras. Isang oras lang. Uupo lang ako, magmamasid, sisipol, kakanta. Kahit ano'ng pampalipas oras gagawin ko. Matagal tagal rin ako'ng maghihintay. Langgamin man ako. Papakin man ako ng lamok. Sige, iindahin ko. Basta maghihintay ako ng isang oras. Isang oras ha? Dalampu't walong beses na ko tumitingin sa relos ko. Tila kay bagal ng pagtakbo ng oras. Sa bawat paggalaw ng mahabang kamay ng orasan, naririnig ko. Dahil kada segundong lumilipas, bumibilis ang paghinga ko. Papalapit ng papalapit ang pagkikita natin. At kahit nauumay na ko panuorin ang magkasintahan sa gilid ko na kanina pa nagpapalitan ng laway, sige kakayanin ko. Basta maghihintay ako ng isang oras. Isang oras... daw. Nagdududa na ko. Parang napakabagal talaga ng pagp