Insulto!!

may assignment kami sa isa kong subject na mag keep ng journal. Naiinsulto ako sa asal ng mga kaklase ko.
personally, meron ako diary. regulary updated yun. Medyo nadismaya ako nung malaman ko na kelangan ko magkeep ng isa pang diary para may ipacheck ako.
Pero pinaka naaasar ako, ay dahil mga iba kong kaklase, parang ginagawang joke time yung mga journal nila na ipapasa. Tipong para lang may maisubmit.
Hindi ko pinapakita kahit kanino na asar ako dito. pero medyo naaasar ako. Alam mo yun pakiramdam na nadaya ka? ayun eh. tipong ikaw nagaral para sa exam, tapos nataasan ka pa ng kaklase mo na nandaya. ayun. yun ang nararamdaman ko.
naiinis ako lalo kapag niyayabang pa nila. hindi ko maintindihan. bat kailangan hapitin? PUTANGINA!!! DAILY nga tapos hahapitin?!?!?! GINAGAGO niyo ba ko?!? mga LESHE kayo!

badtrip. nakakaasar. naglalabas lang ako ng pagka asar at pagka badtrip ko. Wala rin naman nagbabasa nito. kaya, whatever lang.

sa mga gago jan na sa tingin ay joke lang mag tago ng Journal... eo kayo! ..|..

Tumal. tamad. at pagka sawa.

Ang tumal. tila walang magandang mangyayari ngayon araw. tipong, gusto ko na to matapos. Tinatamad na ako. Wala ako gusto gawin.
pero sa kasamaang palad, madami kailangan gawin. Nakalimutan ko. may recitation bukas. hindi lang yun, meron din kami Article tungkol kay Edicio Dela Torre na dapat isubmit. leshe.
last week, pinagawa na kami ng isang feature at isang straight news tungkol saknya. Sa totoo lang, nagsasawa na ako sa pangalan niya. wala na nga akong paki eh.
pasensya na. dala lang to siguro ng medyo pag ka badtrip.
hindi ko din po alam kung bakit ako badtrip ng ganito. basta alam ko, ayoko na. sawa na ako.
sawa na saan kamo? sawa na ako magsulat. pero malamang, ngayon lang yan dahil tinatamad ako.
pilitin ko na lang sarili ko na gumwa kahit sadyang ayaw ko na...

Masipag na Bata

ako. tamad ako. bihira ako sipagin ng kasipagan. tulad ngayon linggo. isa sa mga pinaka ayaw ko ay, yung natatambakan ako ng mga isusulat na articles. yun siguro naging drive ko para tapusin ng maaga ang mga articles na to:

• How I came to Journalism
• Autobiography
• Feature article about 5 pedicab drivers
• Character Sketch of a pedicab driver

wew. yung una, matagal ko na nagawa, parang nun gabi pa lang na binigay un, gnwa ko na. tapos yung pangalawa, well, it took me three days to write. so mga thursday, okay na siya. yung 5 pedicab drivers, kanina ko lang tinapos dahil kahapon lang ako nakainterview. yung character sketch, well nagawa ko na nung Friday dahil nung Thursday, nakainterview na ako ng 2 pedicab driver. 

experiences: uhhmm.. masasabi ko, mahiarap manginterview pag magisa ka lang. Pano kasi, hindi sila papayag. tipong nahihiya pa. mas madali siya gawin in a group. SRSLY.

Naranasan ko mang interview sa ulan. nakakabadtrip magsulat sa notebook mo habang pinagtitripan ka ng mga patak ng ulan na guguluhin ang magulo mo nang sulat. tsktsk..

ang mga pedicab driver ay madaming hinaing. at may mga chismis din. Yung isang driver na nakausap namin sa labas ng college building namin, kinewento ang tungkol sa isang prof sa kolehiyo namin na well, grabe kung mag inarte. ahaha. sayang hindi namin kilala kung sino yun. Pati na rin, kung paano sila kotongan ng mga pulis. grabe din pala. hirap na sila sa pag dala ng mga estudyante mula Pureza papuntang Main, o Main papuntang COC, tapos pinapahirapan pa sila ni mamang pulis. naawa naman tuloy ako saknla. maayos naman silang mga tao eh. karamihan ay gusto lamang mapatapos ang mga anak sa pag aaral. Ang iba naman, sobrang kulang ang kinikita araw araw. 

kakaibang experience: yung isang driver, lasing. actually, d ako marunong tumingin ng lasing. hehehe. pero amoy alak siya, tapos paulit ulit ang sinasabi niya na dose ang anak niya. ahaha. nakakatawa siya, pero ayos din. ayun. :))

well, hindi naman recquired, pero gumawa ako ng reflection tungkol sa assignment namin na to. ehehe. stressful? oo. sobra. pero worth it naman. yeah. :) 

antok.

Meron ako gusto ikwento. kaso antok na ko e.
nais ko lang sabihinn  na ang propesor namin sa Retorika ay sa wakas, nagpakita na. Si sir Sixer, ang propesor namin sa pilipino nung unang semyestre nang unang taon namin ay nagbabalik.
sa totoo lang, hindi ko pa alam kung ito ay ikatutuwa ko o ano. pero for now, masaya lang ako at may napakita nang propesor samin ngayong Sabado. ika-apat na linggo na namin to.

biruin mo yun, isang buwan na ang nakalipas mula nang simulan namin ang ikalawang taon sa kolehiyo.. Ang bilis nga naman ng panahon.

Paalala sa sarili: ikwento ng buo ang tungkol sa mga pedicab driver bukas. :))

this is the story of a dinosaur

Before I start, let me say first that I don’t like to write autobiographies. I always don’t know how to start. Right now, I am stalling. Honestly speaking, I don’t even want to write this. But if I write this way, it’ll get my thoughts flowing and I can get started. Okay, let’s do this!

                My name is Louise Mosqueda y Jorge. Youngest daughter of Arthur Mosqueda y Famador  and Nancy Jorge-Mosqueda.  My parents, I guess this is the part where I tell you a bit about them right? Well, my dad is a retired government employee. He used to work for Manila Water. But before that,  he had all sorts of odd jobs, which included being a jeepney driver, a Hotel Waiter(when I was a kid, he showed me how to fold napkins, and told me about the people he met when he was a waiter. I found all of his tales quite exciting.)  He’s a college drop out. He was going to be a Civil Engineer. He still has that thingy engineering students always carries around…the T-Square I think it’s called. I used to think it was some sort of deadly weapon as a kid. Anyway, he dropped out one year shy of his diploma because his family can’t afford college anymore.  That’s about the time he started taking on those jobs.

                My mom? She’s one in a million I can tell you that. Well, I guess everyone would say that about their moms’ right? She grew up in San Mateo Rizal, and she graduated a vocational business course in PUP. In college, she failed Business Math. Yes, I feel that it is relevant to say because I still can’t believe my mom failed in something in school! It’s just.. unheard of! 

                I said that I was the youngest right? I have two older sisters; namely: Nona Mosqueda-Lara and Tanya J. Mosqueda respectively. My eldest  sister got married in 2010 and is now a mom. She has  been working in a call center since she graduated from college (Tourism Management at PUP). My other sister is out of the country working some job I don’t know. before she left, she also worked at a call center since finishing college (BS Education Major in PHED at Roosevelt College Cainta).  My sisters are the ones I have to thank because I am able to still be in school. Yeah, that’s right. Since they have finished college and found jobs, they have been keeping me alive. My eldest sister paid my tuition fee from the 4^th grade up to my 4^th year in high school. And my other sister has been providing me with my allowance. Yeah, it’s great to be the youngest.

                Now that I have gotten my family background out of the way, it’s time for my childhood. When I was growing up, my sisters were already in high school. My eldest sister is older than me by eleven years, and my other sister, by nine years. Though we sometimes did stuff together, I mostly played with kids my age, like my cousins. It’s kinda hard to believe but, I was super shy back then. I hated attention, and that sort of thing. Childhood was awesome though. I did all sorts of stuff. For instance, I once tasted soap. Why in the world I did that? Well it’s because it smelled so nice and fruity and reminded me of candy that I just had to taste it.

                Another thing I tried to eat, and probably the worst thing I have ever tasted, would have to be ear wax. Yes. I tried to eat earwax when I was a kid. Why? Because it smelled nice and sweet.  Oh, I discovered right then and there that I should never eat anything that is not food. Apart from the soap and the earwax, I also tried eating baby powder, I once sprayed my mouth with perfume because I saw cartoon characters making their breaths better with a spray of the stuff. After I sprayed my mouth with perfume, I discovered that it was a special kind of perfume for your breath and not just the normal stuff my mom had.

                With all the weird things I put in my mouth to try and eat, it’s a wonder I lived to be eighteen.  But nevertheless, it was a pretty cool childhood. Too bad I never tried to eat paste.

Let’s jump to my grade school days.  I’ll tell you the high lights of my career. From first to 6^th grade, except second grade, I had the title: “Best in English”. My friends even dubbed me as the “walking Dictionary”.  Since I was technically a Jorge, I was known in school. See, the name Jorge is very much respected in the Roosevelt College System. In fact, my whole family came from a Roosevelt branch. My dad, finished high school at Roosevelt College Quirino, my mom finished high school at Roosevelt San Mateo, and my two sisters went to Roosevelt Quirino, like our dad, but my sister Tanya, as I said before, went to Roosevelt Cainta for College. I am the only one who went to both grade school and high school in Roosevelt. We are a family of Rooseveltians, and I am proud of that.

                Anyway, in the fourth grade, I was a blue belt in Tae-Kwon-Do, and was almost going for red, when all of a sudden, I failed Math. Yeah. That’s right. I failed 4^th grade math. I received a 72. Dad made me stop the martial art, and got me tutored at Kumon Learning Center. I stayed there until I graduated 6^th grade, and they gave me a Bronze Certificate for reaching level “I”. This was the Advanced level. Yes, I was once an award winner for Math.

                Enough of grade school, It’s time for high school.  What can I say about the shittiest part of my life so far? Well, for a shit hole, high school wasn’t so bad. I mean, yeah sure, most of the people there had their heads up their ass, but there are also people I love. Namely, my friends.

                Anyway, high school was when I discovered that making up stories was something I liked to do. Also, that Math is my mortal enemy and should never be trusted. I guess I can say that friendship is really important and that falling asleep when your seated in the front row in front of the teacher’s table will get you punished by making your entire class sleep for the entire period. Yes. that is a punishment.

                For me, high school was kinda fun, especially the part where we did our thesis. I couldn’t sleep for days because I was helping out in the finishing touches. It was stressfull, but fulfilling. Especially when all the panelists sign your paper. When its signed, you are an official graduating student.

                That’s my story in high school. Now, my story is almost over. I am now at the present time. Well, Almost anyway. I’m only in my second year in college, so this won’t take more than a couple of paragraphs. Bear with me.

                This is the last part. You only have to go a short way from here. I’m sorry if I bored you. Getting into college was a challenge. A physical challenge, I may add. Why? Because the lines you had to stand in were as far as the eye can see. But once you’re in, everything is worth it.

                The first year is always the hardest. Eveyrthing is new and different and you’re just trying to get it all. Yeah, it was one hell of a year, but we made it. And now, I’m on my second year, I’m hoping that it’ll be better. 

 <**isusubmit ko to sa monday. mwahahaha. leche. homework ko to.**>

Inside The Classroom.

There are chairs inside, but the students are outside. The desk was there one minute, the next it’s not. The chalk board is unclean, and so is the whiteboard. Parts of the wall have vandalism written on them, as well as the chairs. The prof was to arrive 50 minutes ago, still he’s not there or anywhere in the college for that matter. Do you know where you are? You must be in a College classroom.

                College classrooms come in all forms and sizes. In our University, there are tiny classrooms, classrooms with no electric fans, classrooms with not enough chairs and some don’t even have lights. Our classroom, Room 203, doesn’t have enough chairs, no fans, and it feels like a sauna when it gets too hot.

                It’s true. I have never liked this classroom. But I love it nevertheless. Why you ask? Its because of the fact that I share this classroom with my classmates and friends. When the prof is not present, or when he is late, we sit around, doing nothing and we just play around like a bunch of 10 year-olds. Yes. the classroom may lack in all the facilities students deem to be important for their comfort, but even so, we choose to ignore it when we are with friends. Because what the classroom lacks, we make up for it by making the most of what we do have. The thing we have apart from our limited resources is each other. On days when the prof thinks it’s a good idea to NOT show up, we teach other things professors will never teach us, things that we are supposed to learn on our own. I’m not going to say here what it is, but you get it don’t you?

                Everyday,we leave room 203 with something new in our heads, something that we never expected to learn.  We never expected to make friends, but we did. We expected the prof to be a punctual man, but he’s not. We never expected him to be so accommodating, but he is. And we never  expected to love room 203, but again….we did.

Writer's Block

Tengene. bakit ba kasi ngayon pa ha? I have an article due tomorrow and you are not helping me. no. not one bit sir!
I suggest you leave and let me finish my work in Peace.

if you can do that, I thank you very much. :)

kausapin mo naman ako.

badtrip ang kaibigan ko. Mahal ko yun. pag galit yun sa mundo, sakin niya nilalabas ang pagka maldita niya. as in, tinatarayan niya ako. Tapos one day, nag sorry siya sakin sa ugali niyang yun.
pero sa totoo lang, ayos lang yun sakin. naintindihan ko naman kung bakit siya ganon na nangtataray eh. Kasi nga, Badtrip siya.
Nagbago siya ng ugali. pag badtrip siya, d na lang niya ko tinetxt. para daw d na niya ako masabihan ng something offensive daw. Par sakin, mas nakakastress yung ganito. dahil d ko lam kung okei siya o hindi.
atleast pag tinatarayan niya ako, alam ko lagay niya. Ayoko lang kasi na may pinagdadaanan siya na hindi ko alam. Nahihirapan ako ng ganito.
sana naman maintindihan mo yun. Gusto ko malaman ang mga pinagdadaanan mo. ayoko yung, pag tinanong kita ng "ano nangyare? bakit ka badtrip?" sana naman may isagot ka sakin, wag lang "wala. mababaw lang." Wala ako paki kung mababaw yun. Ayoko lang na may pinagdadaanan ka na ganyan at hindi ko alam. iintindihin kita. mahal kita eh.
sana naman magtiwala ka sakin. May tiwala ako sayo. hindi kita iiwan. Pangako ko yun. Kaya sana, ilapit mo sakin ang puso mo.

oo. ikaw nga tinutukoy ko. Mahal na Mahal kaya kita. ikaw? mahal mo ba ako?

Copy paste Beybe.!

Minsan, pag tinatamad ako.. icocopy paste ko iba kong post sa kabila kong blog dito. haha. pag trip ko lang naman. whatever. sino ba kausap ko? la naman ata. ako lang tao dito.

I'm with You..

kanina, walang dumating na prof nanaman.. klase namin dapat hanggang 6pm, dinismiss kami ng president namin ng 4pm. 

mga 4:30, umalis na kami ng school. magkakasabay kami nila, Marjo, Chloie, Angge, Karyl at David. nauuna kami maglakad ni Dave.pagdating sa kanto ng Pureza, nawala mga kasama namin. Nagantay kami ng mga 5minutes dun sa kanto. tapos si David, biglang nagaya.

“may ideya ako. wag ka kokontra.” yun ang sinabi niya sakin. tapos sabay sabi: “lakad tayo hanggang dun. Mag jeep tayo.” 

so ayun. nilakad namin, mula Pureza hanggang Stop N’ Shop. Habang naglalakad kami, kinakanta ni David ang “I’m With You” ni Avril Lavigne. Kinanta niya mula sa paglagpas namin ng Hipdromo street hanggang sa kanto ng Stop N’ Shop. 

ayun, napagusapan namin ang kung ano ano. masya naman kasama at kausap si David eh. :)

habang nagaabang kami ng jeep, (Parang-Cubao) may nagtext kay david. hala ka! naspot kami ng bestfriend ng gf niya! 

wew. kinabahan naman ako. haha.pero sabi ni Dave ayos lang. dahil mukang d muna daw sila maguusap ng gf nia for reasons I don’t know. yeah. 

ayun. sa jeep. tulog si David. haha. wala lang.

That one kid in your class that everybody picks on...

Must suck to be that guy....

Case Study

ayun, gumawa kami kanina kina Jenina, (kaibigan kong Vegetarian) ng Case Study namin para sa Public Information Campaigns. well, individual ang activity na to. pero parang mas praktikal na gawin ito kasama mga kaibigan mo. haha. libreng kopyahan na din.XD

wala naman masyado nangyare sakin ngayon araw. nasugatan lang, pero ayos lang yun sakin. :))

walang kwenta mga kwento ko. yeah.