An observation.

People flock to things related to love.

Bwahahaha. The heart. Tsk..

The heart is a beri sensitive and universal thing indeed.

You get me.

Damn. Random 0.o

I've read this one. Re-post. To all those gals who used to be his "number one."

Here's to all those girls who used to be his number one.

The ones who waited all night for him to call, only to check your cell phone the next morning and be disappointed. The ones who made it through that bitter break up, dried your own tears, and moved on with your life, only to have him walk back in it months later like nothing ever happened. Those of you who cried on the first day you talked again because you knew exactly where this phone call was going. The ones who listened to him say, "I only want to be your friend", one day, then listened to him say that he loves and misses you, and the next when he doesn't want to be anything at all. Here's to the ones that took him back, hoping that maybe this time, he was different, hoping that maybe people really do change.

We listened to our friends tell us that we were stupid for even thinking about giving him another chance, got crap from our parents, and even snuck around to see him even for a while. We went through the great stage with no fights all over again. We started this out thinking it would be just friends, and ended up falling in love with him again. We wanted nothing more in the world than to hear him tell us he loved us too, that even though things were bad in the past, they would be different this time. And when we finally heard it, it was like we were dreaming. This is for us.

Here's to the ones who believed what he said, sat around all over again waiting for a phone call that might come in a few hours, or a few days. Here's for the tears cried and dried all over again. We wanted so desperately to believe that he was really busy, he couldn't possibly call us at that moment, or even that he fell asleep early. We trained ourselves to believe the lies because we wanted to believe we had found the one for us. We learned to SETTLE for someone who didn't treat us the way we should be treated.

Here's for the ones who did their hair and make up and put on their prettiest everything, only to hear him say that he couldn't see us today. The ones who never believed it when people told us there might be someone else. We just couldn't believe that he could do this to us again.

This is for those great girls, who loved him more than words can say, and took him back no matter what happened last time because they couldn't bear to look back on their lives one day and wonder "what if".

This is for the girls that stayed up all night long listening to him whine about an ex girlfriend who cheated on him, and cried during the entire conversation. The ones who hoped he would realize that he deserved better, that he deserved us. When he said that he loved you, but he was in love with her, he didn't mean it. This is for the ones that held on to something that was never there to begin with.

This is for us girls, who somehow managed to get him to forget about her, and get him to tell us that he was in love with us again, only to have him tell us three weeks later that "You're just not the one for me." or maybe, "things were going too fast, I'm just not ready." (Then later on find out he has a damn girlfriend already.)

Here's to the girls who couldn't cry to their friends because of how stupid they felt.
The ones who held it all in when things came crumbling to pieces again. This is for the ones who couldn't bear to even tell their mom what was going on, for fear of an "I told you so."

The ones that could just TELL that they had made a mistake ever allowing him into their hearts, their beds, and their dreams again.

We knew that we deserved better the entire time, that we deserved a guy who would call when he said he was going to, one that would come see us when ever he got the chance, one that would really care about us. We just wanted the one that we loved like that.

Here's for the ones that FINALLY realized that he never gave one thought about them.
Here's for the time that he took to waste, breaking your heart ... again.

This is for those days spent trying to hold back the tears, and the tears that turned into anger, then disappointment.

Here's for us girls who finally realized that we deserve better.

This is for those confusing days, when you miss him,and want nothing more than to hear his voice, or feel his arms around your waist.

Stay strong, and remember that relationships are like broken glass,sometimes it's better to leave it alone rather than try to put the pieces back together and get hurt all over again.

Remember the times you cried, and how long it took you to even be able to look at another guy like that.

When your song comes on the radio, turn the station.
When the day comes that he realizes what a mistake he made and tries calling, turn your phone off.
When he tries coming to your house, don't answer the door.

Think of all the broken promises, and the lies, the manipulation and the tears, the wasted moments and staying up all night wondering where the HELL he was.

Think of how your heart used to jump when your phone would vibrate in the middle of the night, and how it fell to your stomach when you saw it wasn't him, and realized that once again, he hadn't called when he said he was going to.

One day, you'll find a guy who's worth all the tears, but he won't make you cry. You may think that you'll never care about someone like you did that guy that you always ran back to, but you will.

It's gonna hurt like hell, and it's going to need time to heal, but the point is, it will heal.

* Ang sad no? Copied from Mariel again. Nakooo.. XD

tribute to the nice girls

To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be that they are doing something wrong.

For the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood.

Homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention.

For the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds."

This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.

This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after another girl.

This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.

This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone.

This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech.

For the night his dog died and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had.

For the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.

Men complain that girls play mind games, that girls love to keep them hanging. Therein lies the truth, guys: nice girls are everywhere.

So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running, they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congratulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.

So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)

But hurry. Sometimes the nice girl gets sick of waiting.

* I had to search for this one. Here you go, Roseanne.
Copied from Mariel again.

a tribute to the nice guys

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disapproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know that most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid–back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology, to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where rules favor cheats, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandons, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all okay and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and help her concoct a counter–rumor to spread around the floor. This is for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “Oh, but we’re JUST friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed and what I have learned from talking to friends and my own experiences, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, confusing things such as “Oh, he’s TOO nice to date!” or “He would be a good boyfriend but he’s NOT for me!” or “He already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “No, it would RUIN our friendship!” Yet, women continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too–nice–to–date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say and what they do. But one thing I can do is say that nice–guy–finishes–last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, insane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

Two Psych tests.. LUBEL!!! T.T

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Soon to be Plato's biatch. I want Freud.

Sensation is not the tool of knowledge. Plato said that. Although knowledge is attainable, real knowledge is the knowledge of "form" = Truth.

Question: What is reality composed of? (What makes a thing the kind of thing of it is?)
Answer: "The Forms"

The Forms:
- different
- eternal
- independent
- highest form of the good
- knowledge of them is the highest
- models
- things participate
- source of reality

And then my teacher explained each characteristic. X_x

And then.. Poof. Why oh why. Switching to another lesson. >.<

Now I'm thinking of bacterial algorithm. x.x I won't type everything ha.

Is it obligate intracellular?
Yes? -> Rickettsia, Chlamydia
No?.. Okay then. Does it have a cell wall? If not, then you have a Mycoplasma.
If it has a cell wall, Is it spiral-shaped? Yes? Then perhaps, Treponema yan. Or Borrelia or Leptospira.

Not spiral-shaped?.. Okay. Bacilli?
Yes?.. Okay. Then. Gram positive or Gram negative?
If Gram positive, aerobic or anaerobic?

If anaerobic, it's Clostridium.
If aerobic, Bacillus, Listeria, or Erysipelothrix.

So aerobic, right? Does it produce spores?

Yes? Then you have Bacillus.
No? Then it's Listeria/ErysipelothrixCorynebacteria/Lactobacillus.

Lol. Haven't memorized the cocci part and Gram negative bacillus.

This is so fun :D

let's see who'd reply to this.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF:

1. I died

2. I kissed you:

3. I lived next door to you:

4. I started smoking:

5. I stole something:

6. I was hospitalized:

7. I ran away from home:

8. I got into a fight and you weren't there?



WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:

9. Personality:

10. Eyes:

11. Hair:

12. Family:



WOULD YOU:

13. Be my friend?

14. Keep a secret if I told you one?

15. Hold my hand?

16. Take a bullet for me?

17. Keep in touch?

18. Try and solve my problems?

19. Love me?

20. Date me?

21. Sing with me?



HAVE YOU EVER:

22. Lied to make me feel better?

23. Wanted to kiss me?

24. Wanted to kill me?

25. Broke my heart?

26. Kept something important from me?

27. Thought I was unbearably annoying?



MORE:

28. Who are you?

29. Are we friends?

30. When and how did we meet?

31. Describe me in one word:

32. What was your first impression?

33. Do you still think that way about me now?

34. What reminds you of me?

35. If you could give me anything what would it be?

36. How well do you know me?

37. When's the last time you saw me?

38. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?

39. Are you gonna put this on yours to see what I say about you?

40. Really?

tagged by my soul sistah. naks. =P

RULES :

A. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves. Tag 8 people. Those who are tagged cannot refuse.

B. These 8 people must state who they were tagged by. You cannot tag the person who tagged you. Continue this game by sending this to 8 other people.

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1. When did you last cry?

Few hours ago.

2. What will you do if you do not share the same feelings as the person who likes you?

I'm not so good with things like this. I end up running away. 0.o

3. What's the first thing you take note of in a person?

I agree with Champepang. I look at deh face, mehn. I like guessing a person's attitude. 0.o

4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?

Maybe? 0.o

5. What's your ideal lover like?

*see Jes's notebook* xD -> copy-paste sagot ni Cham. Ahahahaha! :))

6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone else?

Aw.. Being loved siguro.

7. If the person you like does not accept you, would you continue to wait for them to change their feelings?

I will not wait. Whatta waste of time. 0.o

8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?

Iyak nalang oh. Hahaha. Add RH and friends!

9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy recently?

Dad. Haha.

10. What do you want most in life?

I want my own place. I want grad school or med school. 0.o

11. Is being tagged fun?

Okay lang. 0.o

12. Random thought?

ETAR is trash.

13. Who is currently the most important person to you?

Mi madre y mi muhn.. XD

14. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?

Mapanghi. Joke lang. :)) Ano. Mukhang bampira. I dunno how to describe her. One thing I can say is that she is very loving. Ehem. 0.o

15. Would you rather have a rich husband or someone who's not, but responsible?

Aw. Someone who's not. but responsible.

16. If the person you secretly like cannot recognize you, what would you do/how would you react?

Oh. All right. T.T Friendster nalang. Hahaha

17. Would you give your all in a relationship?

Hmmmaybe.

18. If you fall in love with two persons simultaneously, who would you pick?

The person who will not fail to make me happy. 0.o

19. What type of friends do you like?

The type of friends that I have.

20. If the person who tagged you was a dog, and he/she followed you home, would you ask your mom if you could keep him/her?

Hahahaha. Yeah. "Mommy can I keep her? I want to name her Peps." Then Chai will come along. "Chai, meet Peps." Ahahahaha :))

I tag eight people. Hahahahaha!

etar? basura.

P250 for a trashy book. what a freaking waste.

an hour and a half, twice a week. with her.

my goodness. you must be killing me.

i hate the teacher. i swear. she sucks. the book sucks too.

she thinks she's so great. she's good with words but overall, she sucks.

why would you ask a student why the Philippines uses mixed economic system? haha. ano pake namin diyan. the authorities decide on things, we dont.

she thinks she fits in the college of science. haha. in yer face, woman. you wouldnt wanna know what my classmates call you.

yeah, i hate you. we all do.

google game :)

1) Type in "[your name] needs" in Google search:

- Lauren needs attention. - Hahahaha. XD

2) Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search:

- Lauren looks like Buffy. - Well.. 0.o

3) Type in "[your name] likes" in Google search:
- Lauren likes it rough. - ROFL. :))

4) Type in "[your name] says" in Google search:

- Lauren says Shaq is better than Kobe.. another one is
Lauren says bye. - 0.o

5) Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search:

- Lauren wants to help someone. - That's why I joined UNICEF. ^^

6) Type in "[your name] does" in Google search:

- Lauren does not do voices. - Hm.. Got me thinking.

7) Type in "[your name] hates" Google search:

- Lauren hates the web these days. - Not really. Hahaha.

8) Type in "[your name] goes" Google search:

- Lauren goes clubbin'. - Lol. No time for this.

9) Type in "[your name] loves" in Google search:

- Lauren loves ducks on Flickr. - Hmm.. Might as well check 'em out.

10) Type in"[your name] is" in Google search:

- Lauren is not such a good girl. - ROFL XDXDXD


hmm..
I tag Cham, Jessa, Lubel, Roxanne, Roseanne, Patrick, Vinci, Fleur. I tag everyone who views this.