A beginning ending.

This is the last time i'll be writing in this blog.
This is the last chance i'll be looking back
On the sweetest lazy days
On the heartaches
On the days i owned the world
On the days the world owned me

From this day on im writing a song
Of love
Of faith
Of hope



But.
I have grown
Im moving forward
And it is just the perfect time
To unload my heavy burdens.

a cat makes life fun

BE RIGHT BACK SOON!

Hey http://tishtashy.blogspot.com! You know what, I missed you! Guess what, I have a great news! I'll be back soon. But let's deal with your makeover first, ok? I got millions of story to tell!

Tons of love!

Trish. (:

The trick to life

Life, in nature, is full of uncertainties. You can never tell what will happen tomorrow on the basis of what just happened today. The best thing we could only do is hope and look forward to whatever tomorrow might bring. Everyday we take risks, and sometimes, these risks are left unnoticed. All decisions made-may it be major or minor decisions- are risks taken. We just don't know the impact it would create in our lives.

The trick is this: yes, we do live in a world of insecurities and doubts, and we are all vulnerable to all sorts of mistakes, no matter how loud your IQ test shouts how intelligent you are. But to be able to learn from these mistakes, that's the challenge to us. Life is a win-win situation. We might not get what we want. We might want to give up on problems we think inconceivable to human capabilities. But actually, when we fail, we acquire something. It is wisdom. Wisdom of learning from mistakes, and avoiding what could happen by simply recalling what happened from the past, and wisdom of intuition as to learning from second-hand experience. We might not get all our wishes granted, but we nourish our spirits with wisdom incomparable to anything.

Learning to say NO

"No" is a word that must never be negotiated, because the person who chooses not to hear it is trying to control you… Declining to hear "no" is a signal that someone is either seeking control or refusing to relinquish it.

When you're trying to be good all along, when you're trying to reach out for friends when they need your help, sometimes, all you get is nothing but disappointment. It's not that you expect something in return. It's just that, when your trying to be nice and all, sometimes, those people whom you consider your friends- friends whom you entrust a part of you, if not your entire life- are also the one who makes you break your trust in them. I realized this when I lent a friend my scientific calculator just this week. I did not hesitate to let her borrow mine since I happen to have it with me and she looked like she needed it badly. Then last thursday, I was trying to contact her so that I could have my calculator back the following day because I have two classes which requires its use. God knows how many times I tried to call and text her. Not even a word I heard from her from that day on. Yesterday, I was very desperate. I called her again, but the beep says her line is busy. So I asked my other friend if she could call her. She called her, and guess what? My phone rang. We were both puzzled why my phone was ringing. CRAP. The friend whom I lent my scientific calculator diverted her calls to my phone. Meaning to say, she's really avoiding me. and I hate her for doing that. Im really disappointed. I'd be more cool if she tells honestly if she broke it or lost it. But no, she chose to reject all my phone calls and texts. A few hours later, that friend texted my other friend who called her. So I assume she really had no excuse that she cannot respond to my messages because obviously she can reply to my messages but she chose not to. And it aggravated my disappointment. Very disappointing. I lent her my calculator wholeheartedly, but why did she do that? Call me shallow, ok, but this isn't about the calculator. This is a matter of trust. Hell knows I'm trying to be a good friend to her.

The sad truth is, when you're being good, there are some people who could abuse your goodness. How many times had I been a victim of this fact, but I never learned because I want to help the people who need my aid. I guess my other friend is right, sometimes I have to say no. Think first of yourself. It's not bad to say no, especially when you're putting yourself to a difficult situation. Plus, saying yes to all favors will make the people dependent on you. It's also my fault why this happened.

I'm proud to be GC!

I'm on my third week of being a sophomore student in college. A sophomore intending to obtain a bachelor's degree in Psychology and hoping to enter med school after graduating. Yes. 6 years na lang! hahaha, as if 6 years would only take a blink of an eye. I'm looking at it that way since I can't be studying in college my entire life, and decades of being away from school may bore me out. I want to seize every long quizzes, term papers, scowling professors and sudden errands in college. I love studying(ouch) , and i hope it would love me back. hahaha.

In PLM, we have this term which has a not-so-good connotation when heard. GC. or Grade Conscious. GC students, as defined by the students, are those who would do everything in order to get good grades. Those are the people who would study ahead of time, pass all requirements on time, won't allow anyone to copy their homeworks, and the people who won't get themselves involved in cheating. Apparently, being grade-conscious is defined by the students according to their advantage-meaning to say when you're being righteous and you don't act on thie favor, you are treated as a predator- a GV, or Grade Vulture, as they call it. An eyesore to most students with insecurities with their class standings. That's why when someone calls somebody a GC, expect an instant response that they're not.

All students are grade-conscious. We all intend to graduate on time to become productive citizens. We all aspire to ace all our classes, even though it seems impossible because we already have the idea about our capacities as a student. Merely cheating in class is just an implication that we are grade-conscious- we are afraid to get a grade of 5 and be the talk of everyone. We get irritated when we think one classmate is sucking up on our professors. We get disappointed when we get a grade lower than what we expect.

Being GC is not bad, it's a good thing, actually. It doesn't mean you don't allow others copy your work, it's about the fear of having a failing grade and the fear of being a liability rather than an asset. It's a good attitude for students to develop, so they are motivated to study harder and work harder on areas they find most difficult. It is very important to develop this kind of attitude because in the professional world, the competition is tight, and you have to establish yourself to become successful. Developing grade-consciousness is a starting point for us to train ourselves to become competitive. All successful professionals made it on top because they kept their grade-consciousness even beyond school.

So, when one calls you a GC, don't tell you're not because all students are GC. Rather, stand up and be proud of it. I'm one proud GC!

Strawberry swing...

My clothes were soaking because of the rain, the lights went out, everyone was getting sick. What else could turn out bad, eh? But no, it didn't spoil my day. Yesterday was the best day ever. (: makes me wanna sing Strawberry Swing by Coldplay.

They were sitting
They were sitting on the strawberry swing
Every moment was so precious

They were sitting
They were talking under strawberry swing
Everybody was for fighting
Wouldn't wanna waste a thing

Cold, cold water bring me round
Now my feet won't touch the ground
Cold, cold water what ya say?
When it's such...
It's such a perfect day
It's such a perfect day

I remember
We were walking up to strawberry swing
I can't wait until the morning
Wouldn't wanna change a thing

People moving all the time
Inside a perfectly straight line
Don't you wanna curve away?
When it's such...
It's such a perfect day
It's such a perfect day

Now the sky could be blue
I don't mind
Without you it's a waste of time.

Could be blue
I don’t mind
Without you it’s a waste of time

Could be blue,
Could be grey
Without you I’m just miles away

Could be blue
I don’t mind
Without you it’s a waste of time

ta-ta for now. (:

Sweet Tweets @ Twitter

Lately, I've been crazy about my tweeting. Haha! Since everybody has been talking about it, and I happen to have an account which was updated ages ago, I decided to check out what these people are talking about. Hey, I never knew it would be this fun! When I first checked out my twitter account-which was a year ago, if my memory serves me well- I thought it's going to be boring. I thought all I have to do is answer "what are you doing?" and do nothing else. When I rediscovered it (thanks to David Archuleta, I wouldn't have an interest on tweeting had I not known that he has a twitter account!), I found myself addicted to it! Now I'm stalking David Archie, of course, and my favorite band, Coldplay! Whoever made twitter is a genius! That's the only way I know I'm in contact with celebs I idolize- the real ones, of course. Cheers to twitter!

Here's the L&F of my Twitter account.

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hello blogging!

wow. it's been months since i last visited my blog. And hell how I missed blogging! thanks to all those who visited, marked their presence and commented on my posts. Really thank you!

I'm back on blogging now. I really missed you all!

Sophomore na nga pala ako. Can you believe it? I'll be psyching minds in the future. Yes! Made it in CHD-BS Psychology. hahaha!

missed you all!

To the Guardians

Hello grannies, grandpas, ate Nora and kuya Pao. How’s business up there? Have you met FPJ, Jose Rizal and Ninoy Aquino? Have they told you their stories? Life’s a bit rough down here. There were serious problems that come and go, issues left to be discussed and solved, and food scares busying the air waves. But don’t worry about us, we’re all fine and we haven’t had food with melamine nor formalin in it. I wrote this letter to report to you the things that had happened when you guys left. It was difficult for us to adjust to the mere fact that you are physically absent. We sobbed pails or tears to ease out the pain we felt when we knew you’re not coming back. I can’t explain how much pain we had suffered and how long it took us to pick ourselves up. I do not mean you guys had caused us so much pain when you left, it’s just that, we love you a lot, that’s why it has been a long way for us to recuperate from the days of dull.

When you left, there were changes, and there were also the things remained unchanged. Nanay, your house just got renovated; it stands out among the neighborhood for its cool green paint. And Tatay’s and Franz’s remains were moved to a close bone and ash repository near you. And you got another apo from kuya Ajjie, her name is Erica Skye, she looks like IC when she was at the same age. She is turning a year old in November. Kuya Ajjie, by the way, is planning to settle with Ate Joan, an officemate at the company he works in. Mom, Pops and Tita Rose are okay now. They forgot about the old age fights. Chinie and I are in the same university. I’m on my first year while she’s on her third year in Psychology. Mara graduated in elementary, she’s on her third year in high school. Francis got circumcised (hahaha, blimey, he had a hard time moving around the house.) Tita Olive, Tito Joel, and Joey finally migrated in Las Vegas. Joey has grown a lot, and Tita O mailed us-Joey is a straight A student in his school. He said he was lucky he knows how to speak Tagalog because he has Filipino classmates who can’t. Tita O’s house was intruded, and is still on the process of investigation (you know how slow the processes are here.)What else, ah, Ate Trins is getting married in March with his Muslim boyfriend Amir. What’s so cool is that they don’t have problems about their religious and cultural differences. I hope these don’t get in the way the moment they get married. So there you go. A lot has happened, right? But in all these momentous events, you guys are remembered. You all are a part of it.
We really miss you. I know death is a natural phenomenon, but we won’t let death burn the bridges of our love to you. The turn of the century was really difficult for us. But we thank you for guiding us always and for interceding for us. We love you.

Nanay, we love you very much. Mama is just very lucky to have you as her mother. She inherited your great cooking skills. By the way, everybody has been attempting to make your Maja Blanca during get-togethers, but no one has successfully made the same Maja Blanca you make.
Tatay, though you passed away 20 years right before I was born, I look up to you. I’m amazed on how you brought up your eight totally different kids and how you raised your children to the persons they are right now.
Ate Nora, thank you for being the second mother to me. Thank you for taking care of me when I was a baby. Thank you for showing great patience for a brat like me. I never told you this but I really love you.
Lola, though we’ve spent little time together, you know how much I love you. I look up to you. Without you, I could never have the best father in the whole world.
Lolo, I really miss you! Christmas is getting near, it’s your birthday on Christmas! I really miss the days when we exchange Christmas cards and gifts, and your voice when you call us telling you have sent us gifts for our birthdays. I’ll continue your dream for Tito Rey. Love you, lo.

Kuya Pao, you’re unfair. How could you leave so soon? Mama and Papa had a hard time recovering from the pain. Until now, they’re still crying about the fact you’re not physically with us in our new house. It’s been five years, but it still pains us to see a vivid picture of you gasping for life. Francis is acting like you when you were his age. He’s 15 now, and he acts exactly like you. Remember our major fight? When you shot a pencil toward me and it has nearly blinded my right eye? I still have the pencil mark a millimeter away from the corner of my eye. But I’m thankful you did it. Because it taught me, a kuya will always be a kuya. I miss the days when we go to school together, when you drag me by the neck when we cross the streets. When I got in 4th year high school, my teachers were your teachers when you were in your 3rd year. Remember Ms. Galang, the one who embarrassed you in your class? She was my adviser. Mrs. Tare, Mr. Octavo, Sir Jove and Ms. Regala knows I am your sister. You left a mark in E.S.P.S. Haha. Remember your favorite song? “Now this looks like a job for me so everybody, just follow me coz’ we need a little controversy coz’ it feels so empty without me.” Yes, it really feels empty without you, kuya Pao. We love you sooooo much.

Until we meet again, guys. You are loved, being loved, and will always be loved and remembered.