Hello welcome to my site. Some disclaimers first: Everything written down here are just my pea's worth of opinion. You are not to take anything I mentioned against me. And I do not need your validation to live, for the record. :)

I basically looked like this little girl yesternight. My fever reached up to 39.1 by 9 in the evening. My mother phoned my doctor because I could not leave the house. My doc told her to double the dose of my fever medicine. And damn, did I perspire! Good thing it's gone now. I just have to carry on through these slight fever, cold, and cough. I hope to feel completely well by tomorrow because I can't miss the freshie department orientation!

MJ

I learned about his death a little later than the rest of the world -- just this Friday evening, 26th of June. I was browsing through Plurk timelines when I reached June 25th updates. Those were mostly composed of Plurkers' lamentation, angst, shock, and regret about his death. MJ's videos were shared here and there. That was when I confirmed his passing away.

I was never a really huge fan of him, but I did like his voice in Give Love on Christmas Day. My father bought this Christmas songs CD when I was in grade school and he specially pointed out that song to me. He told me MJ was just 11 years old when he sang that. I think I was clearly impressed because I remember I even told my playmates about it, that they should memorize that song and try their very best to sound like Michael. HA HA. Yeah. One afternoon, while we (my playmates and I) were all sitting under a coconut tree (my brother built a long wooden seat connected to teh tree) petting my dog Janna, we sang that song altogether. Sweet.

How cruel can this Kathy be?! [prt sc-ed from his site]

Books

I am currently reading Brida by Paulo Coelho. Managed to finish the first 50 pages in one sitting at the Third World Studies Library last Firday noon. I hope to finish it by tomorrow. I was loving how the story flows that I couldn't seem to let go of it. If only I had no 2:30 pm class that day, I surely did finish it already. Coelho remains stellar.

The reason why I slashed the word 'books' is because I am not reading the actual book. E-book po! Textbooks, photocopying of readings, rent fee, and saving for a trip hinders my consumption of real books. Sorry :/

Next in line: Haunted by Chuck Palahniuk

AND..

Chapter 1-3 of Abnormal Psych

Chapter 1 of Anthropology

Chapter 1-2 of SPED

and Chapter 1 of Guidance.

3 readings on Field Methods.

I will never be like you. I will get everything I want that I need, and I will still not be like you. I will always remember how my life was used to be. Oh, I forget. You did not have that kind of life to commit to memory to begin with.

Because you yourself stayed away from that kind of life. You know, it was the best kind of life one could ever have. I hate to break it to you, but yes, you did miss life. She was doing her best for you to live through it but you would always refuse. She actually waited at the living room for you for so many years, day and night, hoping that someone she loved the most would open the door and return to her. That never happened.

Again, I will never be like you. I will not let her wait in vain. I will never leave her.

You cannot blame me for staying away. I do not want you to know me.

Because I am coward, yes.

It's just self-preservation. I am already weak enough to receive more twisted prejudice, hurt, and offence. I will not be able to take it anymore. Last time I checked, my whole system broke down because of this.

AND

It will hurt more (nth times more) if those will come from you. Believe me.

I am sorry because in a way, I am also judging you. But you cannot blame me. This is how a damaged (healing) person safeguards herself.

Why do humans tend to judge/discriminate people? Why do humans tend to label people based on one shit aspect only?

~~sometimes, I want to buy my own planet, dance there til dawn, hope that you are different from anybody else and that you will prove it hard to me, and die.

And then you will take me to our planet and bring me back to life.

The phone I was using for the last eight months was snatched yesterday. I was walking along Morayta/Espana when I saw the pocket of my pink Jansport bag open. I immediately looked for my phone and I was glad to know that it was still there. Maybe I just forgot to zip it before I alight the fx? Walking, listening to my iPod, texting my twinsis, I was. Afterwards, I decided to put that phone in my bag instead so that it won't be snatched from me or anything. I was wrong. Damn. When I entered the place where my twinsis' boarding house is situated, I immediately opted for my phone to inform her of my arrival. I was shocked to see the pocket of my backpack open -- again! This time my phone was nowhere to be found. One kuya saw me looking worried and shit so he asked me what was wrong. After telling my story, he told me he saw my backpack already unzipped when I entered the place. He actually found that weird. Another kuya came and asked me about it. I would have cried had they not stayed with me. I thank you kuyas! One even bought load for me to call my number/beg the snatcher some mercy. It was all in vain. That person has no conscience. May he rot in hell (Kang Zheng Yan, 2009). Heeee :P But I still want to express my gratitude to them. I hope they can be able to access this blog of mine. Hehe. Salamat po talaga! They even allowed me to use their landline (they have it as a form of business-- pay phone) for free. I am glad to know that even though I met a disgustingly evil person yesterday, there were still a lot of good ones who helped me out and never left me. AND my Plurk friends! Wooohoo you're the best, guys! Thank you so much for comforting me! This planet is still a good place after all. ;)

I just hate this snatcher because he makes me give up on my lifelong belief that human beings are innately good. When I found out that my phone was still ringing, I texted him. I told him that if it was me who strived hard to buy that phone, it would be just fine with me. But, no. It was the product of my sister's effort. I seldom receive pricey items from my sister that is why I value it the most. I also told him that if he is in dire need of money, I am willing to lend him my allowance so that he will not resort to robbing someone's property/committing a sin. I meant all of these, from the bottom of my heart.

It is just hurting to realize that my fellow Filipinos choose this route to earn money/live/feed their families. What is happening to my country?!?

I am a very vigilant person when it comes to my belongings because I know how hard someone earned them for me (I am not earning my own money yet, yes); it was my first time being robbed. Shock, sadness, and guilt still consume me.

I need a new phone. I want a low class one.

I rode a taxi to get to school this noon. I was not supposed to, but the cab driver did not hear me say "Boni MRT". I was gleefully listening to my iPod/emo-ing while fighting off sleepiness when I noticed that we were already near Shaw Boulevard. Damn. It was already 12:30 by that time and my class would start at 1:00. When he knew about this, he offered to drive me directly to Philcoa for 200 pesos. I agreed, not really because I would be late but because I did not want to alight just yet. Ah, the comfort of riding a taxi XD I think he broke the speed limit just to be able to bring me to my destination on time.

I came to class late. When I entered the room, prof was in the middle of discussing the paper the whole class was holding. Afterwards, she dismissed the class. FUCK. I should not have gone to class. MY friggin' TWO HUNDRED PESOS, I have to get it back! T_T

After lamenting over my wasted money and effort, I went to NISMED with my two other orgmates for the CSSP Freshmen Orientation. It was fun to see all those freshies enjoying the program I was at two years ago. All the departments of CSSP performed, and they were all good and funny! I recorded the Psych department's performance as what Dom instructed me, using his cam. I specially liked Linguistics', Political Science's and Anthropology's performances. After Psych performed, I went home.

AND I DISCOVERED A NEW LOVE.

The environment outside was moist and the temperature was kind of low. I decided to do something which I have never done before-- walk on my way home. When I reached the main road, I followed this cemented trail beside a pseudo-forest (shown above). It felt so great! I was not smelling any smoke at all even though the road was just beside it! It maybe because the place was populated by trees. I was halfway near KNL when I noticed that I was the only one traversing that pavement. The thought of me walking alone in a place like that where even those car drivers in the road can't be able to see me if ever someone from that pseudo-forest grabs me or whatever somehow frightened me.

But nobody did something bad to me. I am here, safe, sound, and cute. ^^ LOL

I really did enjoy it. The walk was so peaceful. I hope it rains everyday and it will stop as soon as my class finishes. ^^

Should I continue doing this? What do you think?

Hmmm. So I was already dressed up minutes ago, prepared to leave and go back to my rented space near UP. But unfortunately, for some unknown reasons, my mom suggested that I postpone my trip and just do it tomorrow. Since my first class starts at 1pm (because prof of 8:30-10:00 class is on leave), I agreed.

Tomorrow!
~will buy my Abnormal Psych book at Mind Movers Katipunan after 1-5:30pm class. Afterwards, prolly around 6:30-ish in the evening, I will meet my twinsis at Morayta to give her my Harry Potter tickets. I am required to sell four tickets, but she seems to successfully convince a lot of people so she told me that I can bring as many as TEN tickets. Whoah. I told Prancess and Kelvin that I am willing to sell theirs ;)

Mine = 4 tix
Prancess' = 3 tix
Kelvin's = 3 tix

And because I am pseudo-depressed, I am actually thinking that tomorrow night is the perfect time for me to ask her to drink with me. Excuse me, I am no alcoholic okay. I just need to get this off my chest. LOL.

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Random idea: I think I should post some Kibum goodness. Oh god.

There. Uh. He really looks like my childhood crush/playmate.

Hi! I am Gissele. People often misspell my name, and that greatly annoys me. I always tend to hide my being annoyed, though. I was born and raised in the Philippines, but I believe I will travel the world someday. We're all destined for greatness, aren't we? *wink* I drool over Kim Kibum's pics almost every minute. *hides* I think I am a sociable introvert. I suck at explaining; I hope you get that. :D I major in Psychology at the University of the Philippines Diliman. I am a frustrated linguist and dentist.

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