tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149764222024-02-20T21:08:39.158+08:00Shiny DarknessP. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.comBlogger178125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-3963946769862845642010-01-12T19:09:00.003+08:002010-01-12T19:18:45.858+08:00HappyI receive a random email from Blogger telling me that someone commented on a post of mine, so I check it out and what a pleasant compliment I receive. :P About 8 or 9 months have passed since my last post and the fact that I blog less and less doesn't surprise me!<br /><br />Fully adjusted to college (I'd have to say. It would be pretty sad if I still feel and expect to be treated like a high schooler.) I barely recognize myself. I don't mean that in a bad way. I like the person I've become so far. My life (not that it's how I've always dreamed it would be) but it's me. I (try to) do my best. I pay attention to my academics. I love Psyche and I'm totally anxious about the quiz bee in Feb. I've got great friends who are supportive of my various ventures. I've opened myself to new experiences. Right now, I'd have to say that I'm happy <3<br /><br />I want this year to be the best so far!<br /><br />I'll continue living life the way it's meant to be lived: day to day, while taking the future into consideration and enjoying the simple things in life.<br /><br />Now, if you'd excuse me, I have a pre-lab to write, a play to reread, and data to encode. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-46503420356854413782009-04-15T23:25:00.000+08:002009-04-15T23:26:25.049+08:00First Day of Sophomore YearI instructed Madok to sing Seasons of Love at 6AM and he did, only I told him to shut up about 3 times before I got up, which is more or less what I expected to happen. I had time to make a cup of hot Cup Noodles (Mini), which overflowed when I threw its cover in the trash can. Pleasant start.<br /> <br /> So, I dressed quickly, since I planned my outfit last night. I wore my white V-neck shirt with my Giordano jeans and my mom’s purple necklace. Grabbed my clipboard and walked over to Berchman, just like old times. So, I waited at 105 a few minutes before seating myself in front. I made a small squeak of surprise when I saw who walked in. Ma’am Oris. I was torn between horror and satisfaction. I remember that I got a D from her during the 1st sem. And I remember her long tests, which made my head spin. And I will remember her for giving us a inch-thick pile of readings on the first day of class. Goodness. At least we get to watch a movie tomorrow. Faura AVR! Remember self!<br /><br /> I then strolled over to Ate Alma’s little nook in SEC B. I asked her to make a copy of the stuff and I’d pay her tomorrow at 9 when I get everything. I kinda feel for them, the photocopier ates and kuyas. They stand in the heat all day and work those machines, which stink horribly, and get less than P200. That doesn’t include their commission for every rim they use and their tips, but come on! I’m sure they support their families and that’s barely an amount one person can live on per day!<br /><br /> I settled myself and got a glass of Coffee Boomba from Juicy Juiz and sat down with The Other Boleyn Girl. For about an hour I sat on that table all by myself, passing the time reading. If I had my Fil readings I probably would have read them already. Fine, I would have been alternating between the two texts, but I would’ve accomplished something in my own language.<br /><br /> At 10.20, I walked to SEC A to wait outside my math classroom. Danielle’s my classmate again. I do say her haircut suits her.<br /><br /> Our prof, Ms. (I think) Visaya explained her syllabus. No finals. No final project. No papers. Just long tests, quizzes, and assignments. The normal buzz. She emphasized awkwardly in her English that we didn’t have enough time for everything. Then spent the rest of the period going over simple and compound interest. *sigh* Though after doing the page she assigned, it doesn’t seem all that simple. I couldn’t solve the last number because I didn’t know how to solve for a variable that is an exponent. Oh well. She’ll ask people to solve the stuff tomorrow.<br /><br /> When we were dismissed, I waited in line for the math text. The guy from Bare was waiting with the curly haired girl from the show. Camz would have been squealing. Haha.<br /><br /> I went back to the dorm for lunch. After I reclined in my bed to continue reading.<br /><br /> Then I went to the wrong room for my SA class. Haha. I had to run to RMT to check my schedule, and apparently, I got it wrong just by a few rooms. My real room is 308 not 305. Oh well. I was all sweaty when I got there. Dr. De Guzman. The guy is thought provoking, well what he says is, but my God, his manner. I could feel my attention span disappearing. He just sits on his desk and speaks in this monotone. No visual cues. No vocal inflections. I sense the formula for a sleepy class. Heat + boring teacher. Nooooo!!!<br /><br /> I refuse to do that! I want to get high grades this year! Starting with summer. I’ll try my best with Oris and do the readings in advance! I’ll study math and do exercises! I’ll take down notes during SA!<br /><br /> DL here I come!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-41245440518288737912008-11-26T17:40:00.000+08:002008-11-26T22:50:59.552+08:00How else can I emphasize this point?It is laziness, my friends. This is the evil that has kept me from (updating) you. It is this beast that has prevented from changing the layout, uploading new pictures, posting new posts, etc. Therefore, apologies are in order. Then again, to whom am I supposed to offer my most sincere apologizes? Who actually comes and visits? I don't sense anyone.<br><br>Oh well. <br> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-15996746265565712722008-08-04T21:31:00.000+08:002008-08-05T01:32:01.720+08:00May 11, 1991<font face="Arial" size="2">As of 8/4/2008 1:30:01 PM EDT<br> You are 17 years old.<br> You are 207 months old.<br> You are 900 weeks old.<br> You are 6,295 days old.<br> You are 151,093 hours old.<br> You are 9,065,610 minutes old.<br> You are 543,936,601 seconds old.<br><br>As I read down the list, the numbers made me feel older... >.<<br></font> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-16770101445509226082008-08-04T21:26:00.000+08:002008-08-05T01:29:38.178+08:00What Your Name Means<font face="Arial" size="2">You entered: <b><i>Patricia May Tuazon Cruz</i></b></font><p><font face="Arial" size="2">There are 21 letters in your name.<br>Those 21 letters total to 101<br>There are 9 vowels and 12 consonants in your name.<br> <br><b><font face="Arial" size="2">What your first name means:</font></b><table cellpadding="3"><tbody><tr><td valign="top"><font face="Arial" size="2">Spanish</font></td><td valign="top"><font face="Arial" size="2">Female</font></td><td valign="top"><font face="Arial" size="2">Noble.</font></td></tr><tr><td valign="top"><font face="Arial" size="2">Latin</font></td><td valign="top"><font face="Arial" size="2">Female</font></td><td valign="top"><font face="Arial" size="2">Feminine form of Patrick: Regal; noble.</font></td></tr></tbody></table></font></p><p><font face="Arial" size="2"><font face="Arial" size="2"><b>Your number is:</b> 2</font></font></p><p><font face="Arial" size="2"><font face="Arial" size="2"><b>The characteristics of #2 are: </b>Cooperation, adaptability, consideration of others, partnering, mediating. (Really...)<br></font></font></p><p><font face="Arial" size="2"><font face="Arial" size="2"><b>The expression or destiny for #2:</b><br>A number 2 Expression gives you the tools to work very well with other people. Your destiny is in the role of the mediator and the peacemaker. In many ways you are dependent on others and seem to function best in a partnership or in some form of group activity. Modesty runs deep in your nature, and you can work comfortably without recognition of your accomplishments. Often, others get credit for your ideas, and this is of little real concern to your since you are such a willing team player. As you grow in this direction, you become sensitive to the feelings of others, you are ever diplomatic in handling complicated situations. Cooperative, courteous, and considerate, you have the capacity to become an outstanding facilitator. You know how to organize and handle people. You are a good detail person because you rarely overlook anything. Tactful and friendly, nearly everyone likes you. (Somewhat true, but I'm skeptical of some details.)<br></font></font></p><p><font face="Arial" size="2"><font face="Arial" size="2">The negative 2 personality can be over-sensitive and easily hurt. Too much of this number in your makeup can make you very shy and uncertain. Sometimes the excessive 2 energies makes one apathetic and somewhat indifferent to the job at hand; the ability to handle details is hampered in these cases. (The first part made me wonder. It's hard to hurt my feelings, because I probably won't even notice what you did... Lol.)<br></font></font></p><p><font face="Arial" size="2"><font face="Arial" size="2"><b>Your Soul Urge number is:</b> 7</font></font></p><p><font face="Arial" size="2"><font face="Arial" size="2"><b>A Soul Urge number of 7 means: </b><br>With a number 7 Soul Urge you are very fond of reading, and retreating to periods of being alone and away from the disruptions of the outer world. You like to dream and develop you idealistic understandings, to study and analyze, to gain knowledge and wisdom. You may be too laid back and withdrawn to really succeed in the business world, and you will be much more comfortable in circumstances that are tolerant of your reserve, your analytical approach, and your desire to use your mind rather than your physical being. </font></font></p><p><font face="Arial" size="2"><font face="Arial" size="2">You are very timid around people that you don't know very well, so much so at times that casual conversation and social situations can be strained. You tend to repress your emotions to the extend that some people have a good bit of difficult understanding you. You tend to be very selective with friends and you don't easily adapt to new environments or to new people very quickly. </font></font></p><p><font face="Arial" size="2"><font face="Arial" size="2">The negative traits of the 7 include becoming too much the introvert and isolated from others.</font></font></p><p><font face="Arial" size="2"><font face="Arial" size="2"><b>Your Inner Dream number is:</b> 4</font></font></p><p><font face="Arial" size="2"><font face="Arial" size="2"><b>An Inner Dream number of 4 means: </b><br>You dream of being a very solid citizen that people can depend upon. You strive for organization and predictable order. You want to be recognized as a person with a plan and the discipline to make that plan work like clockwork. (I do? I don't think so.)<br></font></font></p> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-45999540113925560942008-07-23T19:49:00.000+08:002008-07-23T23:51:13.566+08:00Which Billionaire? <p style="line-height: normal;font-family: sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.whichbillionaire.com" style="display: block;width: 272px;height: 235px;"></a><span style="font-size: 10px;line-height: 20px;background-image: url(http://www.whichbillionaire.com/images/badgebottom.gif);text-align: center;width: 272px;height: 26px;display: block;">What would you do with your <a href="http://www.money.co.uk">money</a>?</span></p> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-54818956061024996352008-07-18T17:17:00.000+08:002008-07-18T21:17:45.122+08:00Boredom Takes OverHm... Let me think... This would probably be around my 5th entry about slacking, that is if I were to continue down <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> path again.<br><br>So, instead of focusing on what I'm doing instead of what I should, I'll let the world know what I'm supposed to be doing. Maybe in the process, I'll figure out how to do it/answer the questions.<br><br>1. Leaves<br><br>Botany presentation time! And Nicole says that based on the lab manual it's long. As in loooooooong. >.< That scares me. <br><br>And I checked, and had it confirmed (by her) that it's actually a 13-page topic. Phew. Great relief there. Finally, I can use PowerPoint. I haven't used it yet. :(<br><br>2. Tarong - Pagsusuri at Pagmumunimuni<br><br>As I stare at the souvenir program which robbed me of 80 precious Pesos, I wonder how to put my vague idea into words. Really. I know the crossing-over theme goal-thingy was achieved, but how and by what means...? It's difficult to describe. Much more in Filipino. >.<<br><br>3. English - *insert extremely long title here* lecture summary/reflection<br><br>Argh... Now, summaries aren't particularly challenging, they become tough when the lecture you were required to listen to was something you hardly understood. Really. I hate it when lecturers use "big words" and back stories and confusion as their tools. *sigh*<br><br>All I am certain about when it comes to the lecture earlier is that it was about movies or cinemas. <br><br>4. Math - study<br><br>Yeah. After feeling bad about my long test earlier, I'm going to try to fit that into my schedule. Somehow.<br><br>5. English - research on blue roses<br><br>Ever since my Blood+ period, blue roses have been a topic of great (GREAT) interest for me. I love the idea they symbolize. Since blue roses don't exist in nature, they mean in flower language, something unattainable or etheral. <br><br>I was trying to do a bit of advanced research in library before the lecture, but once again, my topic is one that is extremely difficult to find material on. Genetic engineering relevant to flowers, which don't actually do anything. That's the thing with blue roses, breeders have always wanted to be THE ONE to breed the blue rose, but apart from that blue roses don't really have a significance. At least I don't see it.<br><br>6. Draw my messy outline<br><br>I am a proud member of CAPES. <br><br>I went to the meeting last week, and I learned of the Fully Booked prose/graphic novel/poetry contest and the CAPES moderator (I'm sorry I forgot your name! ^^;;) invited me to join. So now, I took on 1 more assignment. <br><br>I've decided to do a retelling of the Hades-Persephone myth. After consuming over 20 fanfics (of varying lengths - one-shots to 21 chappies) in one weekend, I've become obsessed with the pairing. *hearts*<br><br>Now, I've put up another challenge in front of myself. But, before I elaborate, let me put forward a funny quote from Mr. Moderator. "Writers are seen as idle ... So they create their own problems and then solve it." Ok, paraphrase. <br><br>I want to make my own version my own version. Not something based on one of the hundreds of other fanfics out there. But my own story. Actually, our lit selection today kinda inspired. Angela Carter retold the Little Red Ridding Hood story in her short story In the Company of Wolves. And although you can see the elements from the original story, it <span style="font-weight: bold;">does not feel the same</span>. <br><br>I want to achieve that. It does not matter if I don't win. And I certainly don't expect to. I'd love the 100,000, but it's not something I expect to fall into my hands.<br><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-3458314577212721632008-06-03T21:51:00.002+08:002008-06-03T22:22:16.444+08:00So Much News, So Little TimeNow, it's been over TWO months since I last posted here, and what have I got to say. A lot really. ZOMG!!<br /><br />First, I would like to post my excuse. The university that hosted our BEIJING TOUR blocked several sites, Blogger, for instance, and yuzutea.net as well, so I believe same thing went for WordPress. Hm... Maybe they fear propaganda . Free Press and Freedom of Speech (kinda, anyway) on the net.<br /><br />So, now, I'd like to list the things down. I'll go into it if I feel like it.<br /><br />1. Beijing Tour.<br /><br />It was so fun. I learned so much. I saw so much. I met so many cool people. I will persist in using simple sentences. XD<br /><br />But seriously, it lit my desire to *ahem* seriously study Chinese. At the end of my final MHCS school year, I felt embarrassed that I could hardly converse after study Chinese for most of my life. That being around 12 years. >.< So, I learned and also learned to enjoy the learning process. This is easy with a fun teacher. :D <br /><br />2. <span style="font-weight: bold;">THE </span>Ateneo<br /><br />I've finally enrolled. Yay! I've got 17 units (English, Literature, Mathematics, Botany, Filipino, Tennis, and... Did I miss anything?) Anyway, it all excites me. Tomorrow, I'll be moving to Eliazo Hall. I've got more stuff prepared than when I went to China. It frustrates Mom, but honestly, I hate being unprepared. Really. I really want to meet my roommates and my dormmates and my blockmates, and all the other mateys out there. >.<<br /><br />I fear that I'll be all alone in the dorm room tomorrow.<br /><br />3. Madok<br /><br />Now what the heck is this "Madok" thing I speak of? Madok is my new MacBookPro. Yay! Which I am using to type this. Double yay! It's the first time in <span style="font-weight: bold;">years</span> (no exaggeration) I've been able to use my own computer to go online. Now, the only thing I lack is my bookmarks and my add-ons for FireFox. That's all. But all that is just a USB drive away. Which I probably have to accomplish tonight, because tomorrow, Mom's files will be 20+ kilometers away.<br /><br />Anyway, time to update my files and go to bed. We have a Guidance Office testing thing tomorrow.<div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-25373995014747271002008-04-02T23:49:00.001+08:002008-04-02T23:49:19.352+08:00What the heck is wrong with these people?!<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>Why? Why? Why?<br/><br/>I drive by Mazda along Chino Roces Avenue and spot *OMG* an MX-5 in the gallery. I turn my head and exclaim, thank goodness I'm not driving. But finally these people, whoever they are, finally decided to bring the precious lovable MX-5 over. No more huuuuuuuuuge import ekek super dag-dag charges. Now when I log on to the site of Mazda Phil. P2M. Well, to give them credit it's P1,999,000. <br/><br/>What the heck?!<br/><br/>It's only $21,200 in the US, being around P800,000. Sure, a little dag-dag here and there is no big deal, but an increase in ONE MILLION PESOS is INSANE.<br/><br/>Now, I'm not in the habit of writing in ALL CAPS, but that only means I'm shocked and serious. OMG... There's my dream flying out the window. *sob*<br/><br/>All these extra charges are insane. It's probably the taxes, but this entry is about the insanity of its exorbitance. <br/><br/><br/><big><big><big><big><big>T.T</big></big></big></big></big><br/></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-23886353282608127602008-03-11T20:28:00.000+08:002008-03-11T20:29:34.282+08:00Reatreat Pictures downloadhttp://www.mediafire.com/?w0toegi5zc0<div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-45323004291911715572008-02-09T15:53:00.000+08:002008-02-09T15:56:24.358+08:00Kingdom of Knuffel!<a href="http://kofk.de/?p=feed&id=lordwPokalicious"><img src="http://kofk.de/lordwPokalicious.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-63360281314682448522008-02-07T20:48:00.001+08:002008-02-07T20:48:33.290+08:00Tokidoki Shopping<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><br/><a href='http://www.amazon.com/Tokidoki-Women-Fornarina-Black-Tennis/dp/B000S0HO9C/ref=sr_1_93?ie=UTF8&s=apparel&qid=1202387819&sr=1-93'>Amazon.com: Tokidoki Women Fornarina Black & White Retro Tennis Shoes: Apparel</a><br/><br/>No, I'm not <i>actually</i> shopping, but God knows I want to be. Here in the Philippines, LeSportSac has become all popular now (probably thanks to Tokidoki), but whenever I mosey over to Rustan's to check out prices, I just let out a very disappointed sigh. It's horribly expensive. Which is why I'm glad my aunt gave me this little purse bag thing, a fake Tokidoki one, but who cares right now? It's so cute. I would take a picture of it, actually, maybe I will, one day, in the future. Anyway, where was I in this short post? Ah, the sneakers, or tennis shoes as it is entitled. I've wanted the pair for a long time, but as it always is, it's (&gt;.&lt;) expensive. About 5k in Pesos. I think my most expensive pair of shoes ever cost a bit more than P4000, and I've already worn it enough that it doesn't hurt my feet too much anymore. Neko calls it my scary heels. I agree. ^^<br/><br/><br/><p class='poweredbyperformancing'>Powered by <a href='http://scribefire.com/'>ScribeFire</a>.</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-23865074468763311422008-02-03T19:12:00.000+08:002008-02-03T19:16:10.058+08:00Fruits<a href="http://s80.photobucket.com/albums/j167/Kamyuz/?action=view&current=Image322.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j167/Kamyuz/Image322.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />The Hami Melon.<br /><br />Apparently the normal melon is different. Obviously. :P<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s80.photobucket.com/albums/j167/Kamyuz/?action=view&current=Image317.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j167/Kamyuz/Image317.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />And this is a pear. A Golden Pair, says the SM price tag.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s80.photobucket.com/albums/j167/Kamyuz/?action=view&current=Image319.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j167/Kamyuz/Image319.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />And this is a Chinese apple.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s80.photobucket.com/albums/j167/Kamyuz/?action=view&current=Image318.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j167/Kamyuz/Image318.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />And this is a Golden apple. How this is different from the apple above is unclear for me.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s80.photobucket.com/albums/j167/Kamyuz/?action=view&current=Image320.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j167/Kamyuz/Image320.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />Purple grapes.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s80.photobucket.com/albums/j167/Kamyuz/?action=view&current=Image321.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j167/Kamyuz/Image321.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><br /><br />Green grapes.<div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-23357847471363436322008-02-03T19:10:00.000+08:002008-02-03T19:12:46.439+08:00Back to BlackArgh! Those pretty templates frustrate me. They're pretty and all, but after like a day, they become all white and design-less. So this is how Shiny will be from now, till I can find a reliable template.<div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-63893546573452887602008-01-31T23:18:00.001+08:002008-01-31T23:18:53.666+08:00You Are 55% Left Brained, 45% Right Brained<table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"><tbody><tr><td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"><span style=""><b><br /></b></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff"><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/brain.jpg" height="100" width="100" /></center><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.<br />Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.<br />If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.<br />Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.<br /><br />The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.<br />Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.<br />If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.<br />Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/">Are You Right or Left Brained?</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-39396476994922233122008-01-31T23:09:00.000+08:002008-01-31T23:16:59.839+08:00You Communicate Like a Man<table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"><tbody><tr><td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"><span style=""><b><br /></b></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff"><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyoucommunicatelikeamanorawomanquiz/man.jpg" height="100" width="100" /></center><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />When you communicate, you like to get to the point.<br />You're not afraid to say what's on your mind - and leave it at that.<br />Talking about your emotions drains you. You rather keep them to yourself.<br />You prefer solving problems to wallowing in your sorrows.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoucommunicatelikeamanorawomanquiz/">Do You Communicate Like a Man or a Woman?</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-51302634444529931582008-01-31T23:05:00.000+08:002008-01-31T23:07:10.900+08:00What Patricia May Means<table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"><tbody><tr><td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"><span style=""><b><br /></b></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff"><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /></center><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />You are influential and persuasive. You tend to have a lot of power over people.<br />Generally, you use your powers for good. You excel at solving other people's problems.<br />Occasionally, you do get a little selfish and persuade people to do things that are only in your interest.<br /><br />You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.<br />You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.<br />You have the classic "Type A" personality.<br /><br />You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.<br />You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.<br />You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.<br /><br />You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.<br />You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.<br />You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.<br /><br />You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.<br />You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.<br />You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.<br /><br />You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.<br />You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.<br />A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.<br />You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.<br />You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!<br /><br /><br /><br />You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.<br />You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.<br />You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/">What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I think this is more Neko than me, although there are a few points here that I agree with.<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-6976824496236968252008-01-31T23:03:00.000+08:002008-01-31T23:04:11.784+08:00You Need Some Blue in Your Life<table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"><tbody><tr><td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"><span style=""><b><br /></b></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff"><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolordoyouneedquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100" /></center><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />Blue will make you feel calm, intelligent, and confident.<br />And with a little blue, you will project an aura of sincerity and loyalty.<br />If you want wisdom, you've got to get a little blue in your life!<br /><br />For extra punch: Combine blue with brown or green<br /><br />The downside of blue: Blue can make you seem more conservative and reserved than you are<br /><br />The consequences of more blue in your life:<br /><br />You will feel more open to the world around you<br />You will have a broader and richer perspective on life<br />You will be able to find solitude, even in the most hectic times</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolordoyouneedquiz/">What Color Do You Need?</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-87181321670535042612008-01-31T23:00:00.000+08:002008-01-31T23:02:46.344+08:00You Act Like You Are 22 Years Old<table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"><tbody><tr><td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"><span style=""><b><br /></b></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff"><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatagequiz/20s.gif" height="100" width="100" /></center><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel like an adult, and you're optimistic about life.<br />You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.<br /><br />You're still figuring out your place in the world and how you want your life to shape up.<br />The world is full of possibilities, and you can't wait to explore many of them.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/">What Age Do You Act?</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-10293986315605387572008-01-31T22:59:00.000+08:002008-01-31T23:00:24.205+08:00You Are a Little Messy<table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"><tbody><tr><td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"><span style=""><b><br /></b></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff"><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoumessyquiz/messy-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /></center><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />You aren't the cleanest person in the world, but you're definitely not a slob.<br />You clean up when you have the time, but you're realistic about what you can get done.<br />Generally, you're pretty organized and tidy - though you may have a few hidden messes.<br />You eventually get around to making things spotless, but you do it on your own schedule!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumessyquiz/">Are You Messy?</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Eh... Not so. I usually don't bother cleaning up my messes... Haha.<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-69691548707089192652008-01-31T22:56:00.000+08:002008-01-31T22:59:20.475+08:00You Are 70% Grown Up, 30% Kid<table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"><tbody><tr><td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"><span style=""><b><br /></b></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff"><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howemotionallymatureareyouquiz/mature-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /></center><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />Congratulations, you are definitely quite emotionally mature.<br />Although you have your moments of moodiness, you're usually stable and level headed.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howemotionallymatureareyouquiz/">How Emotionally Mature Are You?</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-47736700603348183552008-01-31T22:52:00.000+08:002008-01-31T22:56:11.920+08:00What Your Latte Says About You<table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"><tbody><tr><td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"><span style=""><b><br /></b></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff"><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourlattesayaboutyouquiz/latte.jpg" height="100" width="100" /></center><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />You are very decadent in all aspects of your life. You never scale back, and you always live large.<br /><br />You can be quite silly at times, but you know when to buckle down and be serious.<br /><br />You have a good deal of energy, but you pace yourself. You never burn out too fast.<br /><br />You're addicted to caffeine. There's no denying it.<br /><br />You are responsible, mature, and truly an adult. You're occasionally playful, but you find it hard to be carefree.<br /><br />You are honest and genuine, but you are never tactless.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourlattesayaboutyouquiz/">What Does Your Latte Say About You?</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-30499052193230636742008-01-31T21:42:00.000+08:002008-01-31T22:31:45.262+08:00Battling Peer PressureSo, why am I suddenly writing about a social occurrence, rather that simply the things I see, touch, smell, feel, and er... taste? But I do see peer pressure. Everyday. Obviously I don't just go to class and sleep throughout the day. (How would I have gotten my highest ever average for the quarter that way? ^^ <span style="font-weight: bold;">91.60</span> <- shocking) Peer pressure, although not outright is in our class, our batch, and definitely in our school. It probably is in yours too, that is if you still go to school. But anyway, I realized today that peer pressure isn't just about how you dress, your slang, your habits, but it also includes those little things you don't think about anymore.<br /><br />When the class just suddenly decides to stand up, what do you do? Of course you join in and think that you missed something. I know I do. If one of the classmate you admire laughs at a joke, you haven't really thought about, what is your reaction? I know I just laugh.<br /><br />Where was I going with this again? Er...<br /><br />Ah, yeah, that we should take into consideration what we are doing. We might not realize it, but we might already be doing something unpleasant to the Lord's eyes. This kinda applies a lot to those graduating students, like me. We're leaving our tiny, kinda stressful haven, where we're pretty much protected from "bad influences”,in whatever form these may be. When we leave (and our teachers never fail to remind us how close that day is getting), we leave the safety zone. It may be pretty obvious and such, but I don't think we really realize how much we are being shielded from the world. We get bored with the monotony of our classes (speaking for myself here) and want to leave as soon as possible.I expect to have a lot of fun in uni, and actually enjoy the classes, as we are the ones to choose which ones we are to take and which not to. But at the same time, we loose the familiarity of our so-called tiny building along Pasong Tamo Extension, ahem, Don Chino Roces Avenue, I mean. <br /><br />Too much, er, what did you call it again, routine, and life becomes boring, on the other hand, without any sort of routing, life becomes unbearable. Ok, so I'm exaggerating. When we leave big school, and go to bigger school, everything's new and exciting, and a little bit terrifying, but I for one intend to enjoy the transition... Gah! I've gone way off track again. *sigh* Anyway, my point is, college life will be, hands down, totally different from high school. I'm sure! *glances around* Yeah... No more teachers you can approach and start a "chika" kinda conversation. No more lounging around the Guidance Office during lunch. No more same set of classmates and classroom day in and day out. No more MHCS... How in the world did 12 years go by so quickly?!<br /><br />Ok, so the previous paragraph was rambling and babbling rolled into one. My real point is that we're going to be in a completely different atmosphere and a new set of classmates, who will most likely have a completely different set of values. We can't just bend to what they believe in because we want to fit in and be accepted by them! If we do, what were those years in high school for? Everyone says that elementary and high school are just stepping stones towards uni (which is the stepping stone for life), if we discard the values (not only the info) we acquired during our time there, what was the point? It all becomes a waste.<br /><br />People are unique beings. A person shouldn't have to pretend to be somebody he/she isn't. And you can't expect someone to fit a mold you made, just because you want them to. We don't have exactly the same DNA for a reason. We are different. Let's savor the diversity.<br /><br />You know, I really did intend for this article to end up a completely different way, leading to another article about hypocrisy and stuff, but now... Ah...<div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-51515212883119032542008-01-29T21:17:00.000+08:002008-01-31T22:52:07.719+08:00Pato ConfessionsSCHOOL CONFESSIONS<br /><br />[x] Talked back to a teacher.<br />[ ] Been kicked out of class.<br />[ ] Worn pajamas to school.<br />[x] Had your tooth fall out at school.<br />[ ] Gotten lost in your school.<br />[x ] Broken the dress code in school.<br />[x] Failed a test.<br />[x] Left class without asking.<br />[x] Missed a whole week of school.<br />[x ] Thrown up in school.<br />[ ] Been beat up at school.<br /><br />HOME LIFE CONFESSIONS<br /><br />[ ] Argue with your parents a lot.<br />[ ] Argue with your brother(s) a lot.<br />[ ] Argue with your sister(s) a lot.<br />[x] Have your own room.<br />[ ] Do your own laundry.<br />[x] Cook dinner once in a while.<br />[ ] Are loud at home.<br />[x] Wear pajamas when you are not going anywhere.<br />[x] You sleep long.<br />[x] All you do is watch television.<br />[ ] Your parents are divorced.<br />[ ] Your family makes you cry alot<br />[ ] One or both of your grandparents live with you.<br />[ ] You can't stand being with your parents<br /><br />FRIEND CONFESSIONS<br /><br />[x] You currently dislike one or more of your friends.<br />[x] You are jealous of one or more of your friends.<br />[ ] You have known a friend your whole life.<br />[ ] Your friends are all taller than you.<br />[x] You have been ditched by a friend.<br />[x] You have memorized a friends phone number.<br />[x] You have lost/forgotten a friends phone number.<br />[ ] You have been to all of your friends houses.<br />[x] You love most of your friends.<br /><br />HABIT CONFESSIONS<br /><br />[ ] You bite your nails.<br />[x] You have an odd obsession with knives.<br />[ ] You cannot sleep with the door closed.<br />[ ] You cannot sleep with the door open.<br />[ ] There is at least one sound you cannot stand.<br />[x] You write stories about mad cannibalistic serial killers (I used to. Read Akabane)<br />[x] You are good at telling lies.<br /><br />LOVE CONFESSIONS<br /><br />[ ] You currently like someone.<br />[ ] You want to kill one of your exes.<br />[x] You can stay commited for an unusually long time.<br />[ ] You get bored of your crush/bf/gf easily.<br />[ ] A crush/bf/gf has called you a bitch before.<br />[ ] A crush/bf/gf has called you self-centered before.<br /><br />PERSONAL OPINION CONFESSIONS<br /><br />[ ] You hate George Bush.<br />[ ] Abortion is horrible and should be illegal.<br />[x ] Gay marriage is fine by you.<br />[ ] Boys make better friends than girls do.<br />[ ] The beach is an excellent place for a date.<br />[ ] Pink is an ugly color.<br />[x] Needles aren't so horrible.<br />[ ] Human flesh tastes like fine aged veal<br />[x] You have plenty of secrets<br /><br />HAVE YOU EVER CONFESSIONS<br /><br />[ ] Fallen up the stairs.<br />[ ] Someone has tied your shoelaces together.<br />[x] Had a nail fall off.<br />[ ] Captured, Manipulated, or Destroyed a soul by Ars Falcis<br />[ ] Had surgery<br />[ ] Slapped someone across the face.<br />[ ] Killed someone.<br />[ ] Someone has called you a tease.<br />[ ] You have been to Europe.<br />[x] You have worn something inside out for a whole day<br /><br />Taken from Neko's site.<div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. Cruzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18146131581445105442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14976422.post-38424124831171505382008-01-18T19:59:00.000+08:002008-01-18T21:32:54.805+08:00I GOT IN! - ADMU STYLE<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">As Neko points out, this post was due for quite some time now, 2 weeks I think. I just haven't had the time to brag about this. >.<v</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Anyhoo... Yipee!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>LAST NAME: Cruz<br />FIRST AND MIDDLE NAME: Patricia May Tuazon<br />STATUS: Accepted<br />COURSE: BS PSY<br />SCHOLARSHIP: <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">^- And that blank after the scholarship part simply means that I'm not a scholar, duh. But I'm just saying this so no one misunderstands.<br /><br />Now that this is over, I can now say in a very singsongy voice, "I'm going to Ateneo!" Read that 10 times and you've got it. What else can I say? How about our batch's passing rate?<br /><br />I'm not sure how many took the entrance exam, probably around 60+, but one around less than 20 got in. That's about 20%... It isn't amazing, but it's better than UP's, although worse than DLSU's. None of the results were particularly surprising. The passing rate, I mean. The UPCAT's results were released much earlier than we expected. They guys proctoring us said that it'd be out by late February, but check the UPCAT site and you see results. I'd have to say that it's a bit troublesome to search for classmates. Only 9 out of 60+ passed. *wipes sweat* When it came to DLSU, however, almost everyone passed. You know I did. :)<br /><br />Oh yeah, did I pass UP? Short answer: No.<br /><br />And I don't particularly care, actually. Even if I passed, I wouldn't have gone there anyway, so it doesn't really matter to me. (Neko got all tense when she heard this piece of news though. She thinks she's just as smart as I am, but I'd have to disagree. She's 14, I'm 16. She confuses me a lot with this or that, which she throws into our conversations, where I'm left asking, "What is that?" Maybe she is as smart as I am, but then again, I have a 2 year lead in age. So what does that say about us?) Where was I? Eh... *gets distracted by Samurai X playing in the background* I'm lost, I forgot where I was going... Yeah, that happens a lot.<br /><br />So, now, once again, I've forgotten the point of this post, oh yeah... I got into Ateneo... Since that purpose has been fulfilled and Slam Dunk is now playing, I'll leave the other posts I've planned to make till later.<br /></span></span></span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">-pokingly yours</div>P. 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