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Sunday, December 18, 2011

Misa de Gallo

18 December 2011

Just as I stepped on the dreamland, my Mom had woken me up extra-early because she wanted me to join her for Misa de Gallo. Considering the fact that I got home at 1AM and slept at 2AM, 3AM is definitely not a very wonderful time for me to put on a happy face and go to church. And did I mention that my throat is being such a holiday spoiler now? Christmas is not a very good time for a sore throat. I know you'd say "Hear, hear!" to that.

But despite all the reasons I try to use to convince myself to stay in love with my bed, I still got up, brushed my teeth, pulled out anything "church-able" to wear, tied up a bun and left the house with nothing but my favorite lipstick on.

No matter how the Misa de Gallo's time run contrary to my waking-up routine, I still love it. Even if Sacred Heart is the last church you'd wanna go early in the morning, I still love it. Although sometimes, the priest's voice make it very easy for me to catch some Z's in the middle of his homily, I still love it.

I don't know why, but Misa de Gallo just has this thing that gets me. HAHAHAHAHA. :)

It's 1:55 AM. I barely have an hour to sleep. But still, I am going to church :)

Oh, look! Puto cheese and bibingka! One of the reasons why I love Misa de Gallo! :)

G'night! :)
B ♥

Friday, December 16, 2011

First of Christmas

16 Dec 11
T-Batch Christmas Party
Corona del Mar
Pooc, Talisay City Cebu

T-Batch | Second Year Communication Students of STC

Aside from the start of the 2011 Misa de Gallo, December 16 also marks a day of fun, laughter and most importantly, FOOD! Hahahaha! My batch mates and I celebrated our first Christmas Party together wet and wild! We didn't care about the storm shenanigans and the distance of the venue! All we ever wanted was to celebrate the last hoorah of 2011 together! :)

So, how did it go?
- THE TRANSPORTATION!We rode a construction truck from STC to Talisay, which is by the way, rather far. It was one fun ride! :)
- THE ELEVATOR! The truck had this amazing elevator thing. No words can ever describe its awesomeness.
- THE PLACE WAS BEYOND COMPARE! It was peaceful and exclusive! For a person who hates swimming in pools filled with people you don't know like me, the place would probably be perfect.
- THE FOOD. The barbeque was so delicious! Hahahahahaha! :)
_ THE GIFT! I loved my gifts! Special thanks to Fresha Anne who got a wallet and a make-up brush set. ♥
- THE STORM! Okay, so there was a little storm. So what? It added more action to our party! (Well, minus the 'Mom calling...' screen always appearing on my phone part)
- THE PEOPLE♥ My batch mates are the best. 'nuff said!

Anyway, I had so much fun today! I'm already looking forward to next year's party! :)

Adios, mi amigas!
♥ G'night!


Wednesday, December 14, 2011

In Her Shoes

I am not a photographer. I don't like photography. I think it's boring and bleak. Photography is a waste of time.

Yes, that's what photography was for me two months ago --- before it happened.

Photography, for me, is different now. Good different. :)

So, this is a teaser of the photo set I had for our Photography Course last semester. The next three paragraphs are the ones used as the description of my set. I'd like to keep the rest of the details under my hat first. :)


She dreamt. She was passionate and determined. She swore she would summon anything and everything just to reach that dream. She did everything --- but the universe conspired against her. She fell. She cried. But that’s over. Now, she’s fighting.

In Her Shoes is a story about a ballet dancer who dreamt of nothing but dancing her heart out. Circumstances might have caused her to consider bidding that dream goodbye but she fought --- and she is still fighting. Now, she is getting back on her feet, certain that no one will ever stop her from pursuing her dream of becoming a world-renowned ballerina.

The photos in this story show what it is like to be “In Her Shoes”. The photos show how a tormented soul gets back up to finally chase what she knows has always been her reason for existence. Determined and passionate, she is now ready to conquer the world.

In Her Shoes
Bea Evardone | Photography

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Shut Up, Brain!

14 Dec 11
Time start: 1:19 AM.

Do you ever get that feeling when you try so hard to sleep at an acceptable time like say, 9:00 or 10:00 PM but then you can't because your brain has its own gob that just can't stop yapping?

Welcome to the club! I get that a lot!

Now that everyone's getting their fair share of forty winks, here I am, getting my enormous share of additional eye bags. Ugly eye bags. And I owe the honor to my brain who won't quit thinking and talking to me.

So what's my brain telling me?

- You should sleep now.
- You have a financial report tomorrow.
- You better pray the student council won't question your report.
- You have to wake up early tomorrow.
- Do you know what you'll wear tomorrow?
- You still haven't bought a gift for your manita.
- You should go on a diet.
- Someone's probably watching you right now.
- You should get a haircut.
- Don't get a haircut.
- It's almost Christmas --- and you don't feel the spirit.
- You're broke.
- Take off your earrings.
- Read a book.
- Nevermind, you're too lazy to get up.
- You have a speech contest on January. And you're not yet ready.
- You're gonna spend the break memorizing your speech.
- You wanna blog.
- You wanna sleep.
- You should sleep.
- Count sheep.
- You're starting to miss... Naaah, nevermind!
- You need to pray now.
- Go to sleep.
- Set your alarm.
- Sleep now!!!!
- Wait, where is your peace ring?!
- Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!
- You have a test on Thursday.

Okay, my brain needs a 'shut down' button.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I seriously have no idea if my brain is helping me "Conceive positivity to achieve positivity," (which is by the way, my maxim in life) or the contrary.

I should give sleeping another shot now.
Goodnight! :)♥

Time finished: 1:41 AM
(That was fast)

Hair Ye, Hair Ye!

"Should I cut my hair?"
"Should I curl my hair?"

Trust me, hair is one of the most important things to us, girls! Even the slightest flaw our hair can have, we notice. Maybe it's because our hair is our so-called "crowning glory." Whatever our hairstyle is, that's how our face and our personality will automatically be to others. Plus, aside from the eyes, hair can also be the mirror of a girl's soul! At least I think it is, that is! It reflects a girl's mood and personality!

Do you now get why hair is so important? :p

So I have two dilemmas right now and yes, they both concern my hair! (oh, how self-absorbed can I get, but whatever)

Should I cut my hair or just let it be the long hair everyone wants it to be for almost three frickin years?

Long hair!

Short hair!

Next up, I'm really perplexed! Should I maintain my straight hair or curl it permanently? I know most girls would want a curly hair but gosh, I've been told that curly hair is the hardest style to maintain! BUT! I'm bored with my straight hair! YOU decide! :))

Straight hair!

Curly hair!

Which hairstyle do you think suits me best? Let me know! :))

Thaaaaaaaaaanks! :* ♥

Merry Christmas, Darling :)

This will always be my favorite Christmas song! ♥ And nope, I don't care if it's a sad song! :p

Merry Christmas, darlings! :)

Monday, December 12, 2011

Whose Blog Is This, Anyway?

I am Bea.

I am nowhere near perfect. I make mistakes as if they were scheduled on my planner.

My dreams are unimaginable. From winning a national speech contest down to my childhood frustration of being a world-renowned ballerina, (which I know is next to impossible) I'm ready to enter the battlefield armored with nothing but confidence and faith in Him.

I know the value of respect and I hope you do too. If you don't, I totally respect that.

My unpredictability is severe and I don't need doctors to cure it.

I find happiness in a small ball of hazelnut chocolate. You call it Ferrero Rocher, I call it heaven.

Math is exclusively 1+1 for me. Include those x's, √'s, ∑'s and %'s, I'd rather write an essay longer than the actual value of pi.

Music and I -- we're inseparable. Finding yourself perplexed after borrowing my iPod would be normal. Yes, I listen to Air Supply, Fra Lippo Lippi and all that shizz.

Mediocrity is never an option. If I can't make it excellently, I'd rather not make it.

Competition is my motivation.

I can be a total as-if-you-were-talking-to-an-adult kind of girl but don't be surprised if you see me running around like a complete imbecile with a water bottle, chasing the most irritating people. :)

I do my best in everything that I do not because I want to impress other people-- that can wait. Right now, I'm still in the process of impressing the most impossible critic -- myself.

I'm a debater and an orator. I take interest in making and delivering speeches.

I admit. Like Travie McCoy, I also wanna be a billionaire so frickin' bad!

I'm not the romantic type but until now, I still can't understand why I'm so in love with Nicholas Sparks' books.

A stormy night, a good book and warm milk in my bedroom is my own definition of a perfect night.

I like to dress up but I love to accessorize. I can spice up an ordinary shorts-and-top getup with a pair of unique earrings, oversized rings, necklaces and my all-time favorite, bangles. :)

I've been single for nineteen years now and I'm not planning to change that until I'm twenty-five.

I love my family, my friends and my God.

That's about it.
And oh, I like crowns and pink. ♥
(See that tat over there? HAH!)

Sunday, December 11, 2011

The Friendzone

Okay, disregard the first two photos and focus on the last two.

Bad boys go to hell, good boys go to the friendzone.


First, allow me to elaborate on what a "Friendzone" is. The Friendzone, according to some of my 'oh-so-experienced-love-guru-friends," is where good and potential boyfriends go. Period.

Second, POTENTIAL BOYFRIENDS. I don't get why Tumblr and 9Gag and the rest of the universe take the "Friendzone" as something to be abominated. It's not. The Friendzone can mean a lot of things to girls.

- It means we want to get to know you better.
I mean, come on! We can't just call you our boyfriends right away without becoming your friend first.

- We want to see if you are really sincere
It takes a lot of time for a girl to trust a guy. It can't happen in the blink of an eye. When you're in the friendzone, it means we're allowing you to prove to us that you really love us.

- You haven't got the balls to actually tell us how you feel
We are not some psycho-fortune-telling-witches who can predict how you feel. And even if we get a hint that you like us, we will always, ALWAYS deny it until you say it. So say it. Just say it.

- We respect you.
You are not some kind of food sample in the grocery mall. When we don't like your taste, we spit you out. It doesn't work that way. We respect you that much that's why you're in the friendzone. So stop whining.

- We want time
In this world of the fast and the immediate, there are still things that work best if taken slowly. What's the rush, anyway? If you really like us, then you're willing to wait -- there in the friendzone.

- You're still a friend no matter what
If we don't feel it, then we don't feel it. Respect it. We respect you as a friend, so respect us as your friend, too.

So guys and the rest of the world who think that the Friendzone is a bad place, stop complaining. You are there for a reason and you won't stay there forever.


And the Brat Calls in Sick

12 Dec 11

Woke up with a fever and my period! What a way to start the week, eh? NOT.

Let me tell you how a period goes for me.
- I puke
- I get LBM
- I get muscle cramps
- I get really moody
- I hate everyone
- I want to eat really random food (Now, I want strawberries, spaghetti and yogurt)
- I want to die

I just can't count the number of times I've mumbled, "Why am I a girl?" and "KILL ME NOW," today! Plus, I have two preliminary exams today. And Math class. Don't get me wrong, I'm not your Mathe whiz because I, too abhor Math but missing one class will totally ruin my grades. :| /wristwhyamistillalive

(I know after my period, I'll be laughing my ass out while reading this post but what the hell, who cares?)

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Lights, Camera, Action!


So for our DevCom class, we had to come up with a developmental ad about human trafficking for our preliminary exams. (Yes, that's how cool MASSCOM is!)

The girls (Malaya, Jayneil, Donna, Maureen) and I got so excited! Yeheeeeey! Another "feeing-actress-director-scriptwriter" moment for us! :))

Our devcom ad was about sex trafficking. The concept was practical and simple yet the impact it had was really moving. It focused on four girls in a convenience store on sale and a man buys one. I had to play the role of a prostitute! I had to wear really heavy make-up and very slutty clothes!

Here are some photos:

Don't I just look like a hooker? Hahahaha!

Say hello to Donna! :p

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! We had so much fun that day! :)