random pictures at the supermarket

No stepping on the frozen food thingy. Like who would ever... ?!?

The most badass Lightning Mcqueen there is. "Nothing can instead"

Balemtayms Dey ♡

"Valentine's Day?

Nada-download ba yun sa Google Play?"

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"Sa sobrang pagmamahal ko sa iyo, nagkaroon na ng buhok si Mr. Clean"

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"May kasama naman ako sa 14 okay... Yung konsensya ko, bakit?!" #foreversingle

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"I love you like a Backstreet Boys love song, baby"

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To all the single ladies: “Puso lang ang isuko sa araw ng mga puso”

BI = Bad Influence

Eh biglang narinig ko minsan,

 

 "ikaw talaga, bad BI ka rin noh."

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This Random Day

I seduce with my awkwardness

Merriam-Webster dictionary defines awkward as lacking ease or grace.

And basically, maybe 50% or more of my anatomy is composed of it. I don't know why that is. It's not being shy. Shy is different and I can assure you, I'm far from it. I'm opinionated, talkative (with sense: optional) and outgoing. I guess the real issue here is the matter of comfort. Shy is never actually going for things or saying something because there is the presence of fear preventing the planned deed. Awkward is more of pushing through with said plan but never actually having the grace or poise to execute it without embarrassing oneself. That moment when you see a familiar more-of-an-acquaintance type of face from afar and your stomach seems to twist itself into knots. When you bump into a former high school “it” girl and realize, even though years have passed, the same social hierarchy still stands effective- you are what you have always been, the insignificant plain jane by the corner. When you pretend not to notice your past paramour when he's seated merely seats away from you on a jeepney. Those little moments when you want to tear your hair out and say censor-worthy things to destiny are routines for us, the awkward community. And ,frankly, sometimes it's just sad.

Sometimes I wish I was awake when the angels of heaven sprinkled social skills. I would have pushed my way through just to get a decent amount of it. Then I wouldn't have to struggle with myself, figuring out if I should have said hi at all to someone at the time and then regretting it afterwards when small talks turn as bad as lectures about certain “mature” things from your parents. AWKWARD!!!! I've always been the type who wants to approach people I know or knew. But when I do, it's either I mumble the weirdest facts, the corniest jokes, the most boring small talks or the most insincere how are you's. And when I don't, a feeling of guilt washes over me. I knew from the back of my mind “oh, no.. should've said hi, now I bet they think I'm a snob.” Please, I'm no snob. I just dont want to embarrass myself in front of you, in front of anybody in fact because, yes, my small talk skills are that terrible. Any way you look at it. I'm still the loser- always have and always will. Which makes me question if ever I do belong to journalism. Reporters aren't afraid to approach, much more dominate conversations. They're this people with golden tongues who know exactly what to say. I've never been that. I see to it that I plan what to say. I set up fillers and I figure out sneaky ways to inject humor (which in all honesty has failed me countless times already). I try to say smart things as much as possible. In the end, it just seems desperate and pathetic. But I guess that's just the way it is. I'm so awkward, maybe even my DNA and other microscopic constituents hide from each other to avoid communication.

But to my great fortune, some people find my social weakness, cute. They have the time of their life watching me rack my brain for things to say, which will eventually be cut short because I always politely and awkwardly excuse myself to go, knowing I would never make it past the 3 – 5 sentence record I have. I don't want to seem plastic to people but I don't want to come off aloof either. I don't know what to call friends who you're not that close to. Open friends? Haha, I made a funny. They're the real challenge, ofcourse. I mean when you're with your closest group of people, you can talk about cheese, for all you know, and you'd still be having a good time. It's different with these open friends. But I have to admit it makes life all the more exciting.

P.S. Imagine me running all action star-like just to avoid talking with a high school knowing. (Think Mission Impossible or more accurately, think Johnny English)

zum zum zum zum zum

Pitch Perfect.. 

on three or after three..?

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It seems everywhere I look people are going loco over the a cappella craze. Making music with one's mouth is now a trend and Fat Amy's mermaid dancing is on its way to becoming a crowd favorite. Released in 2012, Pitch Perfect features Twilight's Anna Kendrick as Beca, a college freshman who finds herself joining an all-girl singing group that eventually beats the odds after a few mishaps. This laugh-out-loud movie will surely change the way you see music.

Tales from the Friendzone

Happy New Year to everyone. :)

Tis' the season of scarcity of loading stations hence I was forced to accept the kind SmartBro load donation of a certain Buddy of mine. Credits also goes to her for informing me about episode 7 of TFTFZ. 

I cannot wait for our upcoming interview with funnyman himself, Ramon Bautista.. 

Kidding Around

There is always something about traveling on a long and winding road that gets me all sentimental. I often find myself looking at my fellow passengers and wondering what their life is like, what are they thinking and most importantly- are they happy? Afterwards, I turn to myself and ask the same questions. Am I happy? I don't know for sure. I know I try to be. Someone once said, “happiness is a choice.” So it IS up to us to make the decision.

Today as I was riding a jeepney on my way home from school, I sat across a mother and her daughter. From the first look, it was quite evident that the woman works in the market. She carried with her a sack of corn or potatoes, maybe, and wore a light cotton shirt and cargo shorts. Shortly after handing their payment for the fare, the woman drowsed off and left me with only the little girl beside her to observe. The girl with her worn-out rubber sandals and Dora the Explorer t-shirt was a perfect picture of innocence and middle class life. Her hair was neatly tucked into place with a simple ponytail- no adornments of flowers and butterflies whatsoever. And so despite how plain that little angel was, my eyes could not stop staring. I forgot to mention that lately I have been obsessing on kids, young girls in particular. I feel all warm and fuzzy when they're around. I could just play with them all day long. Anyway, there I was fixed on the little girl who was overpowering with her sweet simple adorable-ness. And to escalate the cuteness effect, to my surprise, she started singing. And not even the current songs of today but those that belong to my parents' era. I desperately tried to stifle a wide smile during that whole encounter but it was just too much. Soon, I found myself softly singing with her. We cooed to Martina McBride's My Valentine, local hits like Sana Maulit Muli and Pagdating Ng Panahon , and many more.

Then when it was time for the little girl and her sleeping beauty mother to get off the jeep, I felt a tinge of curiosity. I wondered if people saw me the way I saw the kid. I wondered if beneath all this ordinary, awkward and flawed self, others could still see potential and beauty. I was amazed with that girl, being young as she is but still able to appreciate the grand music conceived even before she was. It was a gift and I was proud to have witnessed it. Us, people nowadays look for the dirty spots on a clean canvass and I wish it would not be that way anymore. I wondered if people looked at me when I was younger and made guesses on what and who I was going to be. I hoped it was something good, something positive, something like what I saw in that little girl.

If slumbooks were still all the rage in today's technology-driven generation, I would have copyrighted my name on this statement.

My sudden diva surge was brought about by a random desire this morning to have abs. Yup, ABS. Move over Jacob Black! This dance competition I wanted so badly to be part of is just around the corner and so, I don't know, I'm preparing I guess. Also, I'm trying to relieve my mind of the stupidity I executed last week when taking a quiz on my major subject. I reviewed and thought I got everything down when lo' and behold, dumb Danielle forgot to check the back side of the questionnaire to see if there were still items there to answer. I'm pretty sure I'm going to flunk that stupid test. Worst part was the teacher was standing near me the whole time, keeping mum about my display of carelessness she just witnessed. What a great mentor! 

And so alongside striving to get me my abs, I am determined to better at everything including in that major subject. That moment of idiocy will forever be engraved in my consciousness and my default response is to bounce back higher and bitch around (in a good way).

How i met your

boyfriend 

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