Name. Jerilene L. Medrano Alias. batang kalye. pusakal. aries. artemis. definitely unplugged B`day. 5th day of January Features. "Quiz Bee (Math, Science, General Information), Public Speaking, Music, Cubing (Rubiks), Creative Writing, Track and Field, Research"-Capable. Occupation: I am... an assassin. ? Kidding there. I am actually nothing but a student. i used to do some tutorials for a certain pay. Hehe... I still give tutorials, but money is not a subject now. HArhar.
!!!WARNING!!!
Be warned. I expect you not to panic when you see the random rants of this "shaken" girl while she faces her life as a student of the University of the Philippines, her musings over her backtracked music trips, the surveys and quizzes she takes out of boredom, her vanity shots, her out-of-this-world-sessions, her "wicked" plots to dominate the world, her frustrations, her paranoia, her ambitious plans, her revelations on procrastination, her crazed ideas and whatever else that comes to her mind. Do not tell me that you have not been warned. (Reverse psychology, applied. XD)
if you find this blog way disturbing and proud, i suggest that you hit the exit button at the upper right corner of this window, go home and eat bahaw. go figure out what bahaw means. XD
sorry, guys. i just don't practice false humility. =)
***see this: i use conversational english in this blog. comments and suggestions are, as always, welcome. just make sure that they do make sense.
Sabi ko noon, pumasok lang ako sa UP para mag-aral. Wala ng social life - social life. Di ko naman yun kailangan... Sabi ko lang yun.
Walang nangyari. Ni hindi ko nasimulan ang pinaplano kong pagpapaka GC. Siguro, dahil sa di naman talaga natural sa'kin ang mag-aral ng walang pilitan. Minsan, nag-aaral naman ako. Minsan. Kapag nasa mood. At moody talaga ako. At kadalasan, wala ako sa mood. Marami pa rin naman akong natutunan. Tulad ng si Jesus ay maaaring produkto ng parthenogenesis. At maaaring nauna si Eba kay Adan. Natutunan ko din na may silbi naman pala ang derivatives at anti-derivatives. Kung hindi man sa pagbili ng fishball at kikiam. At marami pa... Sa loob ng classroom. Pero mas madami pala na matututunan sa labas nun. Mas marami at mas masaya... Tulad ng...
Dapat mahalin ang mga insekto lalo na ang mga langaw. Hindi rin pala ako pwedeng maging gagamba kahit maganda ang pagkakablack sa encyclopedia ng black widow. Nakakakonsensya na ring pumatay ng ipis ngayon.
Maraming mga daga sa Sunken Garden at madalas silang lumabas kapag UP Fair para tumalon at humingi ng C2.
Nagbago ang tingin ko sa butiki. Dati, nakakagalit ang pag-tsk,tsk nya. Pero ngayon, tsk, tsk, tsk.... Hehehe. At kapag kailangan mo ng butiki at wala kang mahanap, maghanap ka ng buwaya.
Hindi pala buwaya yung nasa blouse ko. Aso pala. Pagkamulat mula sa kasinungalingan, Part 2.
Hindi lahat ng lalaki, chicks ang gusto.
Nakapunta ako sa iba't ibang lugar sa Manila. QC Mem Circle, Underpass malapit dun, SM Megamall, Wildlife Park, La Mesa Eco Park, at kung anu anong mall sa paligid ng Ali Mall.
Natuto akong sumakay sa LRT!
May mga puno palang nanganganak ng condom... Matatagpuan sila sa Lagoon.
Kaya ko palang umubos ng Quarter Pounder. Ngayon, kulang na sya sa'kin.
Merong masarap na pizza place sa Teacher's Village. Dapat palang magbigay ng tip. For the first time, kumain ako ng meal na may tip. Hahaha.
Nakilala ko ang Sisig! Akala ko dati, Bopis = Sisig. Buti na lang, di na ko nabubuhay sa kasinungalingan! Da best yung sisig ng Sisig Hooray. Masarap din pero parang hindi tunay na sisig yung Ersao sa SC. Yung sa Katag, hindi masarap.
Pwede palang iulam ang siomai at kalamares sa kanin. Yung siomai pala, napiprito din. Pati siopao! At masarap ang siomai at kalamares kina Manong Nestorminator... After 5 minutes, libre na ang kinain mo. Try nyo! Pati na rin yung pancit canton kina Aling Jellybabes. At higit sa lahat, masarap silang i-FC. :D
Maraming pwedeng maging epekto ang isaw ni Mang Larry. Magandang epekto. Hehehe... Mas masarap pala ang isaw baboy kesa isaw manok. Sayang at wala silang dugo, atay at paa.
Ang ibig sabihin ng PAKAPLOG ay Pandesal, Kape at Itlog. Sample: Nanay: Anak, anong gusto mong almusal? Ako: Nay, PAKAPLOG!
Okay lang palang matulala paminsan-minsan sa date. O baka dahil abnormal lang din yung date ko? At hayun. Natuto nga akong magdate. At okay rin naman pala yun. Hindi naman pala ganun kasama ang Valentine's Day.
Kahit hindi ako marunong magbike, masayang magbike-bikean sa QC Memorial Circle (?). At kung ayaw mong tumanggap ng flowers, masasabuyan ka ng pinira-pirasong dahon. Apiiir!
Marunong na 'ko magvideogame! Tekken! Marunong na rin ako *matapos ang ilang pag-uulit* ng Star Trek na video game sa SM North. Sa wakas! Marunong na rin akong mag-Counter Strike, Left4Dead at Dota. Yung Counter Strike at Left4Dead, napanaginipan ko na. Dota na lang ang hindi pa. Nakakaadik mang-headshot.
Da best na social networking site ang Facebook.
Hindi lang pala ako bad girl. Baaaadgirl din ako. Ngayon ko lang din narealize na girl pala ako.
May ganun pa rin pala. Pwede pa rin pala. Kaya ko pala. All in all, sapsap pala!
Lahat na lang, sira ngayon! Phone ko, page ko. Yehs. Malas.
Uh, please do not visit my page here anymore. Mafufrustrate lang kayo. I think the comment posted by a "Christopher" (whoever he is, ugh) on my site is a spam. Whatever. Kung ano man yun. Basta.
Consider my friendster account dead. Woot! Bongga! Um, if you really need to contact me and you don't have my number and friendster, the freaking friendster, is your only medium to get in touch, you could still send me a message. Comments, di na. Profile ko, I'll miss you!
Haha, sabagay, loser naman ang fs, magMultiply na lang kayo or Facebook! Wee! Add nyo ko. :D
P.S. di ako bitter, ah! haha... nako. try nyo kaya mgupload ng pics dito, ewan ko kung ilang oras aabutin nyo! haha. kaya loser ang fs! tara na at magmultiply! o kung ayaw nyo, magPet Society na laang tayo sa Facebook!
Wee!!! I love Recca! But I love Fuuko more... Bwahahahaha!
And these are the reasons why I hate Ana (Sakoshito) Yanagi for Recca.
Fuuko is the best!!!
Hectic Lab day. Hmm... But that's okay. I love Ma'am Bucsit. And I got my last set of stipends for this sem! Yay! Finally! I sooo need MONEY!
I'll be going home this weekend. yey! Miss them! Hope to see my batchmates and my then bestfriend. I'll probably go to Rizal too. Got to see my kid pals, barkada and my cousins (especially Kuya Vhon!). Excited. :D
Is it a crime?! Goodness, this question has been bugging me for days, now. Well, I have actually gotten over it. I just want to blog about it. Here's the thing. What's wrong with not having ever received roses or flowers? Does that make one abnormal or a freak? Okay, I am a freak and I am abnormal but I'm pretty sure that this has nothing to do with the flowers thingy.
It was only last month, February (right, the eekish "love month", ugh) that I realized that I have not received roses or flowers. Well, technically, I already received one (a daisy, to be exact) when I was in elementary. Sixth grade, I guess. There was a presentation for the teachers and daisies were used to decorate an area. A classmate (at least, he's a "he") got one and kept playing with it while we were talking to our other classmates. It was dismissal and when he's about to leave, he gave (or left) me the daisy because he does not want to be holding it while walking on the streets. So I just held it and played with it. When our "service" came to fetch us, I just left the poor daisy on the table. Now that I remember, it was Valentine's Day at least. Wait, let me clarify some things. There's nothing "romantic" about him giving me the daisy. He was courting another girl and I have a crush (wee! I had a crush!) on another boy. Friends, okay? Right. Now, it's clear that I have not received a flower INTENDED FOR ME.
So, what? Am I THAT "unpalatable"? Haha. Food! Having given the flower dilemma more thought than it deserves, I have already worked out several hypotheses on why I have not received any.
1. I seem to lose "crushers" between December and February, the ultimate flower-giving-period. Nice timing, huh? Haha....
2. Some Most of them ("crushers" in our place) find me intimidating. Intimidating because of my academic standing, fame (oookay??? in our place) and my being snobbish (I admit) to guys (I'm not a snob when it comes to girls! I love girls!) who have not been PROPERLY introduced. I don't talk to strangers. :)
3. I've made it clear to some people I know that I am not the Flowers-type. Chocolates are okay because I can put them inside my bag or just eat them. Flowers spell HASSLE. Plus, it's an attention grabber in the crowd. I hate it. And I am not into those traditional stuff during V-day. Generally, I want something creative and out of the norms. Unfortunately, only two have been quite creative.
4. I am one of the notorious Valentine's-Day-Haters. Add to this the point the I just hate love matters for myself. Period.
5. Some Most "crushers" were unfaithful, in-a-relationship/coward-rejection-fearing men who live in the same barangay with me and their girlfriends. Good thing I only liked one of them.
6. Nobody liked me ENOUGH. Damn, I always knew that I hate the number six.
Whew! I never thought I could finish this! So what led me to think about it? Hmmm... I think it started last February 14. Elmerei, co-Kalai resident, was holding four roses to give his friends. Then I realized that I haven't even received flowers ever. I was even laughing at the idea when I told him. And he was shocked! He looked at me like I was the poorest creature there ever was and told me, "Kawawa ka naman..." This made the back of my mind freak out! I mean, what the hell?! Me?! Kawawa?! What's so "kawawa" there? *uy, conyo!* Are you required to receive at least one flower before you were seventeen? Is there something like a "quota"? Does this mean there is something utterly wrong with me? And it doesn't help that my motehr asked me whether I received anything last Valentine's Day. She always asks! Of course, I said no. And she's disappointed. Come on! She should be rejoicing! Or at least, relieved! But no. I could see that she was thinking whether something is wrong with her daughter. Poor mother. I am her only daughter. She can't expect girls to give my brothers flowers or anything. Hahahaha!
I guess I'll just go and buy myself a rose. I love me, anyway. Right, I'll just go and buy myself a rose just to shush everyone up and be somehow normal. :)
