May 29, 2007
miss universe and miss philippines
Since today is the most awaited Miss Universe 2007, I'd like to show you how the Philippines has been competing and ranking in the said pagaent. (Yes, I've done my homework) You'll be surprised at how much our Pilipina beauty and and brains have achieved. It's more than you think you know.Miss Philippines as semi-finalists and winners:
♥ 1954
Blesilda Mueler Ocampo, Philippines (ninth)
♥ 1963
Lalaine Betia Bennett, Philippines(fourth)
♥ 1965
Louise Vail Auriello, Philippines (ninth)
♥ 1966
Maria Clarinda Garces Soriano, Philippines (eighth)
♥ 1969
Gloria Diaz, Philippines (winner)
♥ 1972
Armi Barbara Quiray Crespo, Philippines (ninth)
♥ 1973
Margarita Moran, Philippines (winner)
♥ 1974
Guadalupe Cuerva Sanchez, Philippines (eighth)
♥ 1975
Rose Marie Singson Brosas, Philippines (fifth)
♥ 1980
Maria Rosario Rivera Silayan, Philippines (fourth)
♥ 1984
Maria Desiree Verdadero, Philippines (fourth)
♥ 1987
Geraldine Villaruz Asis, Philippines (sixth)
♥ 1994
Charlene Gonzalez, Philippines (sixth)
♥ 1999
Miriam Quiambao, Philippines (second)
Miss Philippines as Miss Photogenic:
♥ 1971 Vida Doria
♥ 1973 Maria Margarita Moran
♥ 1996 Ailleen Damiles
♥ 1997 Abbygale Arenas
♥ 2005 Gionna Cabrera
♥ 2006 Liann Andrea Ramos
Best National Costume:
♥ 1994 Charlene Gonzales (winner)
♥ 2001 Zorayda Ruth Andam (2nd place)
Thai Airways Royal Silk Award:
♥ 2005 Gionna Cabrera
Style Award:
♥ 1999 Miriam Quiambao
The Most of Miss Universe:
[This ranks the country which has the most number of times its delegates have won certain awards.]
♥ Most photogenic award (ranked first with 6 Miss Photogenics)
♥ Most awards (tied with Colombia at first with 8 winners)
♥ Most semi finalists(ranked 11th with Argentina, Spain, and Italy with 14 semi-finalists)
♥ Most winners (ranked 5th with Australia, Brazil, Canada, Finland, India, Thailand and Trinidad and Tobago)
(Source: http://pagaentalmanac.com/missuniverse/)
I have been waiting for this day to be able to watch our country's bet, Anna Theresa Licaros but it seems that technology wants to turn its back on me. Our cable's busted. Boo-hoo. Anyway, I hope she does well. Go Philippines! :)
Quote of the day: Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't. -Erica JongAyeen scribbled her way at10:47 AM
May 28, 2007
dreams
I have weird dreams. Weirder than what you think is weird. I swear my dreams are not normal. They're just...completely out of this world. [Not that I dream of aliens or any sort]So I dream about being chased. All the time. I just happen to be running around with people chasing me around. Once, I dreamt that the Abu Sayaff went to our house and had us captured. And then I tried to escape and with which, they naturally tried going after me. And then I had a dream where I was running and hiding from someone [I don't remember who] and I apparently ended up running in the streets of San Antonio. And did I mention that I also once dreamt that Amazing Race was being held in our house? Oh, how about people becoming robots and I was trying to escape them? And what about the time when I dreamt about our class and our teachers becoming monsters and the only way to save them was stare at them in the eye and then they'd turn back to being people and the only one left to do that was me? [Because apparently, I was the only one person left who didn't mutate into a monster]
I also dream about the same places. Everytime my dream takes me into a school, village, street, or a mall, I dream about the same places. Different nights, different dreams, different circumstances but the same places. And you know what, the places don't even exist! I mean, they're different from what they look like in reality. And I don't know why I dream about them all the time. It's really, really weird.
And then I happen to always dream about a guy. One guy, Japoy. [Not that I'm complaining or anything because it's really fine compared to dreaming about monsters and those kind of stuff.] For some reason, I always dream about him and every time that he would appear in my dreams, we would always be close friends. More like best friends, if you ask me. He's always there whenever I have problems and whenever I am lonely. It's like I'm sad and the next thing I know, he's beside me and he comforts me and I start to become happy.
Why do I dream about these things? It's really mind boggling if you happen to dream what I dream about. Why dream of being chased all the time? Of the same places that don't even exist? Of being best friends with a guy whom I happen to have the biggest crush on but is really impossible to even be an acquaintance?
I remember reading something about dreaming of being chased. If I remember correctly, dreaming about that means you're trying to run away from something in your life. I'm just not sure if that's the real interpretation of such dreams. But if it is, now that I think about it, maybe I am trying to escape from something in my life. Maybe, just maybe.
But the rest, I don't know why I dream about them. Seemingly, they are in my subconscious mind. Now, what in the world do they mean? And Japoy? Why is it that he never fails to be there when I need someone to be there for me? Jalvin says he might just represent someone. Maybe. I don't know.
I seriously need a dream catcher. It catches bad dreams, right? I'd want the Abu Sayaff and the people-turned-into-robots-and-monsters to not be in my dreams EVER again. But the Japoy stuff, well, it can stay. [Kunwari pa, gustong gusto ko naman napapanaginipan si Japoy. Haha] Maybe I just need a dream interpreter.
Who can interpret my weird dreams, anyone?
there's something about veronika
Speaking of mind and subconscious mind and what not, who knows the book Veronika Decides to Die by Paolo Coelho? It's nice, isn't it? It's my favorite book!
It just lets us in the world on "insane" people. But are they really insane? It makes us view the world from their perspective and makes you want to think twice about how we see them. Are they really insane or are we the ones insane? How do you define sanity anyway? Even Veronika finds her sanity back within the walls of a mental hospital and within her circle of "insane" friends.
Try reading the book, you won't regret it. :) Ayeen scribbled her way at10:15 AM
May 21, 2007
the magic continues
Harry Potter never fails to amaze me. I enter a world of magic right from the first sentence until the very last word. With every page I turn, I follow Harry's life and grow a love for him and his friends, hate for those who betray him, annoyance for those who don't believe in him, happiness for his triumphs, sadness for every death, and even anger for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.Opening the book makes me one with them and their world. Every word becomes more than just a word, it comes alive. The book is my portkey to their world of magic. My imagination takes me to where I never was and where I never will be, a world so magical yet so real. It's like I can feel them, touch them. It has always been such a pleasure for me to enter and re-enter their realm. And every time I do so, I take it as a journey and I go through it with Harry. Harry and I have a relationship so deep like how he has made a relationship with anyone who dare enter their world.
The characters in the book are so real that I get affected with what they do and what goes on in their lives. In book six [Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince], when I found out that Dumbledore was going to die in the end, I didn't want to finish the book. I was so affected by his death that I had to put down the book for one week and stopped reading. But knowing that Dumbledore's death was inevitable, I eventually picked up where I left off.
These past few days, I visited the world of magic once more when Harry was in his 5th and 6th year in Hogwarts. The magic of it all was that I never got bored even if it was the nth time I read the books. On the contrary, the more I read it, the more I grow a deep love for the characters and for their world. And with every ending, I couldn't wait to get hold on a copy of the next book where I will have another journey with Harry.
No, I don't think Harry Potter is bad for us Catholics and our beliefs. I don't think so. [They even have Christmas and Easter!] I am a Catholic and as you can see, an avid reader of the book, but I haven't had my morals taken out of me. I have no tendencies of becoming a witch and I don't believe that Harry Potter makes people want to become a witch or a wizard. The only thing that Harry Potter does is take our imaginations on a higher level.
I've said this once and I'll say it again: Harry Potter is just like the fairy tales we've been hearing since time immemorial. Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty...Harry Potter. The only thing with Harry Potter is that it has a more complicated plot, a more evil adversary, and well, more magic. Voldemort is just smarter than Aurora's witch; greedier than Cinderella's step mom; more powerful than Snow White's step mom. And Harry...let's just say that he doesn't have a prince or a fairy godmother or dwarves who saves him so he's got to save himself.
If there's one thing I love about Harry Potter so much, it's about what it wants to teach us. That there is something more powerful than magic, something which not the greatest wizard, Voldemort, can do...which is to love.
The seventh installment, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows will soon be available this coming July and this book will be the last of our journeys together. [Well, I'll have to save up money first before I can get a copy. boo-hoo.]
I am nervous for what Harry will be undertaking. The prophecy ["Neither can live while the other survives"] will have to come true. I surely don't want Harry to die, not with everything he has done to save the world of magic. Or if he does, Voldemort SHOULD die too. If Harry will have a tragic ending, it must be worth all his pains and sacrifices, right? Voldemort just can't continue to live. No way! [I swear, I'm getting carried away. Haha]
And so, with the seventh and last book on its way, the magic of Harry Potter continues... Ayeen scribbled her way at10:02 PM
May 15, 2007
*[currently humming]
If we were a movie,you'd be the right guy
and I'd be the best friend
that you'll fall in love with.
In the end, we'd be laughing,
watching the sunset,
fade to black,
show the names,
play the happy song.
Uh huh. So me. So, so like me.
It's been 11 hours. E-L-E-V-E-N. Eleven hours of the song playing non-stop and torturing my mind. It's just that song. You know, that kind of song which makes you have a heart and brain rush with creepy thoughts going in and out or your head which you want to stop but you simply can't and you can't understand why? Oh, make me shut up and kill me right now. Ayeen scribbled her way at8:51 PM
May 14, 2007
why your one vote counts
It's election day today; the day that can change our future.This is one of those days when you can either rejoice or regret for what you did or didn't do. Rejoice for having had the chance to vote and help mold the future of our country or regret for you know what you could've done (especially when you look back a year from now and the people in the government are those you don't like).
It's just one vote, you say. But have you ever thought that if 1,000,000 people thought the same way you do (the it's-just-one-vote-it-won't-change-anything mentality), then there would be 1,000,000 less votes. A million less voices who could have changed the future. A million less people who could've voiced their wants. A million less people who could've made the Philippines a better country for us, for our children, for our children's children.
You have one vote...and that's enough. One vote is all it takes to make a difference.
May karapatan ka. It is your right to voice out what you want. You have a right to make a change. BUt it doesn't end with your rights because not only do you have a right but you also have a duty. May tungkulin ka. It is your duty as a citizen of this country to help make the Philippines be better and you can do it by casting your vote and make sure the right people will be seated in the government. As a Filipino, you have a right and a duty to this country.
Bilang isang mamamayan ng Pilipinas, may karapatan at tungkulin ka na protektahan at pangalagaan ang bansang Pilipinas. When you vote, you protect the Philippines to your best interest from officials who are not supposed to be seated in the government.
You are one but if only every Filipino will vote, it will be one plus one plus one...and your one vote will not be the only one. When all these one vote come together, you will be surprised at how much the power of one is. Nothing starts with one million, everything starts with one. It starts with you. It starts with your vote. Ayeen scribbled her way at10:27 AM
May 13, 2007
moms
Mommy, mama, nanay, ina...all refer to one person, our mothers. Although in some cases, a "mother" is not necessarily the person who gave birth to us for mothers come in all forms and sizes. A father who has raised his child/children alone can be called a mother. An adoptive mom, tita, lola, yaya, or any other person who has loved and cared for a child so much to actually call the child his/her own is a mother.We have this conception of a mother-daughter relationship like those we see in tv series or movies (such as Gilmore Girls). They have such great relationship, don't they? The ideal relationship, I think. But in truth, in the real world, not all mother-daughter relationships are of the ideal one.
I don't have one. My relationship with my mom wasn't that of Rory to Lorelai. I never got the chance to have a "girl talk" or share a secret with my mom. Nope. Nada. Although now, I see how much I've missed seeing how other teens relate to their moms and all that. But I can't turn back time Hermione style and redo whatever it was. Ironic as it is but I feel closer to my mom now that she's in the US and calls us only once in 2 weeks. But not close....close. Just fine. At least we get to talk now unlike before when everything was either spoken in shouts or...silence. Well, not much of an option when you're on the phone but to talk, is there?
The memories I have with me of my mom was me being shouted upon for having low grades or doing something wrong (which I swear, wasn't worth all the blabbing ang yakking I got from her) or well...just not acknowledging each other. Although the farthest I could get my brain to remember was when I was about three and we would often go to Glycos and ride kidde rides. The next ones are, well, not too good.
I was never close to my mom, although I wish we were. Not to mention that I wasn't raised up in an environment where frequent "I love you"(s) were said. In short, I didn't grow up to be a person who can easily tell what I feel for someone and if ever I do have the guts to say them (and I tell you, it's harder than solving math problems for me), it seems like I don't mean it when in fact I do. It's just hard for me. And yes, I envy girls whom I see treat their moms as best friends. I have a mother but for the most part, maybe only a little of a mom. But I love her just the same.
Thanks to my mom. Thanks to all the moms. Thank God for all the moms. We would have not been here if there were no moms. Can you actually see a world without them? Of course not. So to all moms out there (and no, not merely those who gave birth)...
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!
May 11, 2007
the [great] american dream
[off topic] Let me rant first. THE INTERNET CONNECTION IS SUCH A LAME-O! IT'S SO FREAKING SLOW AND I SWEAR, IT TAKES GAZILLIONS OF YEARS BEFORE ANY PAGE UPLOADS! It makes me want to crush my pc into pieces (even if I know the pc has nothing to do with it, but whatever). Okay, back to the topic...See, I was born with idealism. I was born to be idealistic about family, friends, love...etc and I happen to have the same idealism with regards to this country. I've had plans after I graduate college. I told myself that I will stay in this country and render my services here. I knew (and still know) how much my country needs me.
I have nothing against OFWs (knowing how much they help the country, thus being tagged as "new heroes" which they are) or those people who have migrated abroad seeking for a better life. I am idealistic but not blind. I know how much people want to have a more luxurious life. Who wouldn't want such thing, right? Even I want to live in such way. But the Philippines was far more important to me than living such life.
These people pursue their dreams, which is also known as the American dream. Most people around the world, not only Filipinos, want to live the life Americans have.
I wasn't going to be one of them. If they had their American dream, I surely had my Philippine dream. I wasn't going to be one of those people who will be contributing to brain drain. I wanted to be different. When my parents divorced and I chose to stay here, people thought I chose to stay with my father. But I didn't. I chose to stay in the Philippines but it didn't mean that I chose to stay with my father. Yes, at 16, I was so idealistic. After all, who in the right mind would want to stay in this country and suffer everything it has to offer?
But now I'm afraid I'm losing my ideals. I'm losing who I was. Now, as I enter into college, I have considered going to America and work there after I graduate. I thought of how much I will be able to earn if I work there. I'm starting to throw away my Philippine dream for the American dream. I'm becoming one of them. It's scary.
I don't know. I'm scared; scared of losing my idealism and becoming one of them; scared that I've been losing hope for my country with which I was so hopeful about; scared of thinking too much; scared of becoming selfish.
My idealism sometimes get the best of me, it often gets me disappointed when things don't go the way I would've wanted it to. But what should I do? Should I continue seeing castles in shanties or start seeing shanties in what I called a castle? I guess I should be half idealistic and half realistic. Or should I be 100% realistic? Ayeen scribbled her way at10:31 AM
May 06, 2007
oh, the life of a slacker
I'm a freaking bum. I do nothing. Oh, but I eat, sleep, watch TV, and surf the net if ever that's what you call doing "something". Oh God, I think I need help. Serious help. I want to do something other than slacking the whole day.LET ME DO SOMETHING!
Gawd. I hate this. This is one reason why I hate summer vacations. I think I'm going to go insane. My brain needs to work and so does my body. And I have more than a month before classes start. More than a month.
What do I do with 42 days? It's just so...monotonous. I mean, I wake up, eat breakfast, take a bath, watch tv, eat lunch, watch tv, sleep, wake up, watch some more tv, eat dinner, take a bath, watch some more tv, sleep. And then, the same damn thing happens the next day. I don't like it this way. I want something different.
Problem is, I'm too lazy to do something. I don't even go out of our freaking house. But I want to do something and at the same time, too lazy to do so.
That idiot box. That stupid bed. They make me do nothing. I swear my fats are all stacking themselves into my body. This is so annoying. And what happened to the more healthy me I was planning to make?
But whatever. I think I'll be slacking of for 42 more days. If I am lucky, I'll get out of summer vacation still sane.
college
I'll be going to college in a month and a half; some will be off to college as soon as the 22nd of this month hits. College. What's in store for me - for us in the big big school?
I admit. I'm scared and nervous. And you know what I'm scared about the most? That I'd get lost in the campus, be late for class and enter the wrong room. That's practically the ONLY reason why. Other than that, I'm just excited.
But before you call me a loser for freaking out because of the reasons I have, please remember I'll be studying in UPLB. And the only places I know how to get to without actually getting lost is from my dorm to the Humanities building to the SU building. That's practically it. And I don't even understand all the abbreviations of the places which were written on my schedule. What am I supposed to do? What if I get lost?
We'll have a campus tour but what if I still don't remember my way to where I'm supposed to have my classes? And how do I know which room to get into? And I'm telling you, I'm no good with directions. I'm the one who gets lost even if I've been to a place so many times. Good luck to me. Ayeen scribbled her way at6:34 PM
May 05, 2007
i finally told him
Okay, not straight out, but I did. And I think he knows. Unless of course he's that stupid (which I know he isn't) not to realize that I was actually talking about him. That the "guy" was actually him after all.We talked until past midnight. I don't know if it was just me or if there really was something with the way he asked me his questions. Parang may laman, sabi nga nila. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. But maybe not. I don't know.
I don't know how it started but the next thing I know, he was guessing the person whom I was telling him about. (Which is him) So I told him everything, careful not to put the things in second person (you, ikaw) but rather, on third person (siya, him, sa kanya). Sure, he probably knows it's him but I just can't say it straight out.
I told him everything. The things he said, the things he did, the things that happened. I don't know if he remembers them but with all those that was said, he would probably think that those were the things that happened to him, to me...to us. (O, 'yung mga walang alam diyan, huwag mag-isip ng kung anu-ano. Tsk. Haha)
I hope he knows it's him. Para tapos na. At least he knows what I had for him. Di ba? For a long time, I think I did something right regarding this.
and it sucks to face the truth
that I ain't got no reasons too,
whenever asked the simple question
why I feel the way I do.
and I know it's stupid on my part
to say that I love you
even though I know you hate me and
you don't know why you do.
Yupi Elbi
So I'll be studying in UPLB. Good bye to DLSU. But it's okay. I'm starting to like UPLB.
I already got my schedule for the first sem. I only have 3 subjects (1 hour/subject) every Monday and Wednesday; 6 hours of classes for Tuesday and Thursday; no classes every Friday; classes start at 9 am everyday. I have loads of free time. Haha
I have a new crush from UPLB. Let's call him Blue*. I saw him last Thursday during our orientation. Problem is, he's an upperclassman and he looks like someone popular (from a book). So a lot of girls are probably into him. Grrr.
Malamang ASA lang nanaman ako. Wala naman akong pag-asa dun. He's Zy's batchmate but Zy won't help me. I hate her for not wanting to help me. She said some of her friends know Blue because they're of the same course. And she won't help me. Mean mean ZY. Haha
I hope to see him on June 17 during the campus tour. I hope he tours with us. Haha I'm such a loser. Ayeen scribbled her way at9:31 AM
May 04, 2007
the hiatus is over
I'm finally blogging again. I know you missed me. HAHASo much things happened. I graduated. Thank God. Enrolled at UPLB. Found a new crush.
I'll be blogging more tomorrow. I'm sort of tired from the html coding. Oh yeah, I changed my lay-out. It's simple. But I like it. So there. Ayeen scribbled her way at10:24 PM
