• I had my Japanese class everyday this week. I think I'm doing well, in any case :D I've managed to write in Hiragana and Katakana. It still takes me a while, but with practice I think I can write them in normal human speed XD. Also, reading them has become my past time. I am so thoroughly amused that I can read some of the things written on mangas and THE LYRICS OF A SONG. well, some of it anyway.... *O* turtledork is witness to my shallow happiness.
• Had a Chinese evaluation test thing this morning. I hope I'm not being arrogant, but it really was easy. Although I'm sure I've made some mistakes, I think I've managed to get most of them right though.
• Been watching Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood on animecrazy.net It's actually been a while since I've watched anime. I think the last would be Nodame Cantabile Paris-hen; and that was around late last year. I'd forgotten how entertaining Ed and Al were. Especially Ed with his height sensitivity. =)) My love for Al has been rekindled - for Lt. Hughes too ♥. It's like watching an old loved film, but in a way, it's also like watching it for the first time :) It's a bit odd really. lulz.
• Been watching the Tagalog!BOF. -__- They do not do KHJ justice. His voice. his vooooooooiiiiice~~ :< [Kim Bum too...] But eh. It's a good laugh anyway - epspecially when the Ginger, Sunny and Miranda are on. The pa-sosy lingo is lulz.

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I think they only got one thing right about me...

You entered: Alyssa Kathreen Ong Ang

There are 20 letters in your name.
Those 20 letters total to 82
There are 7 vowels and 13 consonants in your name.
 
What your first name means:

Your number is: 1

The characteristics of #1 are: Initiating action, pioneering, leading, independent, attaining, individual.

The expression or destiny for #1:
A number 1 Expression denotes the skilled executive with keen administrative capabilities. You must develop the capacity to be a fine leader, sales executive, or promoter. You have the tools to become an original person with a creative approach to problem solving, and a penchant for initiating action. Someone may have to follow behind you to handle the details, but you know how to get things going and make things happen. You have a good mind and the ability to use it for your advancement. Because of these factors, you have much potential for achievement and financial rewards. Frequently, this expression belongs to one running a business or striving to achieve a level of accomplishment on ones talents and efforts. You have little need for much supervision, preferring to act on your own with little restraint. You are both ambitious and determined. Self-confident and self-reliant must be yours, as you develop a strong unyielding will and the courage of your convictions.

Although you fear loneliness, you want to be left alone. You fear routine and being in a rut. You often jump the gun because you are afraid of being left behind.

The negative attributes of the 1 Expression are egotism and a self-centered approach to life. This is an aggressive number and if it is over-emphasized it is very hard to live with. You do not have to be overly aggressive to fulfill your destiny. The 1 has a natural instinct to dominate and to be the boss; adhering to the concept of being number One. Again, you do not have to dominate and destroy in order to lead and manage.

Your Soul Urge number is: 2

A Soul Urge number of 2 means:
With the Soul Urge number 2, your motivation is centered on friendships, partnerships, and companionship. You want to work with others as a part of a cooperative team. Leadership is not important to you, but making a contribution to the team effort is. You are willing to work hard to achieve a harmonious environment with sensitive, genial people.

In a positive sense, the 2 Soul Urge is sympathetic, extremely concerned and devoted. The nature tends to be very sensitive to others, always tactful and diplomatic. This element in your nature indicates that you are rather emotional. You are persuasive, but in a very quiet way, never forceful. You are the type that makes really close friendships because you are so affectionate and loving.

If this number is over-emphasized in your makeup, you may be over-sensitive, with a delicate ego that is too easily hurt. You may be timid or fearful, too easygoing for your own good.

Your Inner Dream number is: 8

An Inner Dream number of 8 means:
You dream of success in the business or political world, of power and control of large material endeavors. You crave authority and recognition of executive skills. Your secret self may have very strong desire to become an entrepreneur.

wehe... 'cause i ate two a while ago... and they weren't your typical yellow-colored leaf fat wrap. no, they were green and thin... they were long though... kinda like putobungbong... or something like that...

new icon :D credits to let_fate_decide yes i am addicted to WaT... *drools* Danny's so hawt mehn...

practice was... nice.. i think we work better without *coughmrs.khonghuncough* at least we blended even if it's just a little, though it was still a bit sabog.. but you know, with her almost every song is sabog... and i.o got her hair cut shorter.. everybody's teasing her if she donated it to the guimaras oil spill. lol

niña told me a while ago that when they were conducting the survey for our project (her, des, hann and hann's sister), some h1 xs guys were so rude. she said that when des told them to stop for a while because they we were making a survey, one guy looked "taray" and snobbed past des and purposely hit her shoulder. yes.. insert curse words directed at xavierian here. 

who does that to a person older than you? much less a girl? not to mention the guy didn't even know des and the others! i know it's childish but i wish them a crappy freshman year and acquaintance party... hope all the freshmen in our school think they're all losers and bad mouth them. pfft... jerk. T___T

today's sort of boring... we practically didn't do anything... but, we did rejoice when our adviser told us that our chinese teacher was absent, so that was nice... however we didn't get to know our test results... the only subjects we got were science and filipino... call me weird but, i'm just happy i didn't fail science (as i thought i would). it was pretty low though... 68 over a 100... my gawd, hafta do better... filipino's better though.. got a 89.5 over a 100... i don't know if my teacher's lying or what, but she told me i was one of the highest in class... but, i'm not very pleased, cause i know i could've done better.

as of now, i'm just worried about my math, soc. sci, and c.l.e grades... i'm not usually worried about c.l.e, but i just feel that i got a low grade... >.<;

we had our intramurals today! it was so fun! though we only won badminton, chess and table tennis : ), and lost terribly in volleyball, it's so fun! cheering and screaming our voices hoarse! and then, we cheered with our achis, and it was so fun because, we really were cooperating:D

ooh! and i got to play volleyball too! i had a decent ralley! me and my friends were playing volleyball during lunch, (i never get to play a decent ralley in P.E, cause the poeple i'm grouped with don't know where the ball is...) and it was so fun! we also got to watch the faculty play against other teachers! and the faculty members with the varsity team! i'm not sure who won though, i didn't pay much attention anymore.

and i got hit by a flying ball *counts* five times. one on the face, one on the ribs, one on the knee, one on the stomach and one on the leg. ahh.. yes... imprints of intrams on my body...

and i got to eat Yellow Cab! XDDDD

*groans* i don't wanna go to school tomorrow... i feel it's gonna be another long dragging day... which, might add, has 99.9% that may suck like hell... i dunno what the heck's wrong with me, i just feel like i need to take a break from everything. anyone who's reading this (assuming that somebody is wasting their time reading this dump) can probably relate. sometimes, you just want to stop the world from moving for a moment, and just take a deep breath and live freely. do whatever you want even just for a second...

i dunno, maybe it's just me getting melodramatic or rather overdramatic once again. i just want to have my usual ten hours of sleep, or if i'm lucky, thirteen; have a bowl of cereal, watch some tv, rest, read some book, and just think about myself for a moment. not something about school, or what my parents want me to do, or anything that burdens me...

gawd, i just want to escape tests, projects, annoying, irresponsible, bitchy classmates. generaly: SCHOOL. mou... i wish i could turn invisible i just wish everyone will ignore me for a day... i just wanna be left alone and think about things... i dunno... just something... gawd, i'm getting weird and confusing...

i've had a bad morning... first, i wake up really tired, my mind was barely awake when i was reviewing for a test, i was rushing to review everything all over again in the classroom - and was finally in a bad mood, that i even threw an eraser at some random direction - then fucking twisted chinese teacher with fucking twisted issues came in our classroom. i was still reviewing for the test, (don't think that i didn't study the night before, because i did) and she strated explaining how she's giving the test. then i have this classmate that was asking me a question before we had a quiz, since i couldn't hear her, i had to lean in her direction, fucking fat chinese teacher interpreted it as cheating, but the stupid thing is, we haven't even started yet. and then when she came to ask me if i was letting her "cheat" i defended myself with a strangled no. apparently, she thought i was mad at her so that's why she told me to be careful of my conduct and stuff...

then, after the test, she started giving hints (and not at all subtle at that) that i'm so rude and that i had the nerve to get mad at her when i, the oh-so-evil person, did something wrong. it's a good thing that i kept my emotions in control since i really didn't want to upset her more than she already was. oh, and she was deductiong points during the test of the most little things. once, she gave my friend a minus .5 because her handwriting's small! i mean what kind of teacher does that?!?!? she's so damn unreasonable!

so anyway, after her class, shameful though i am to admit it, i couldn't handle it anymore, i cried. yes, one of the rare times i cry in school... I FUCKING HATE HER!!! and she blamed our class that we stole her precious ping yin cards... like we give a fuck for her cards. hello? what the fuck are we gonna do with those? *grumbles* i just wish she would drop dead and rot for all eternity!

so, i start of the week with test reults.. some are good... some are not so good.. like math and science... gawd... especially science... then agian, i guess it's my fault for not focussing that well... but dammit... that's the subject i gave most of  my concentration to! tuesday... more results... wenesday, not much in the morning, then last period was PE... and my limbs (butt down) are aching like hell.. ah yes... surely brings back summer memories...

our teacher told us to stretch everyday (like before or after school) so that our muscles can get used to it. she also told us something about our muscles are like rubber bands.. that when you shocked it, chances are, the rubber band will break... so she said, we have to warm our muscles up, or else we would get injured... (stupid me thought that she'd say, our muscles will break too ;P) and so it was dismissal, and i have to go to a gate a tad bit too far fr my liking... especially after those excruciating PE exercises made for voleyball warm-ups... so yeah.. it pains to bend, stand, sit, go up and down the stairs, and walk.

then today, had double comp.. it was fun since we just had these seatworks and then it was free time when you're done. then i went to some sites (like, notpron.com, and whichisworse.com <-fun sites). then we had filipino last period.. she made us do this paragrah writing thing... i have nothing against writing stuff, but her topics just suck. so basically, while writing the wretched thing, my heart totally wasn't in it.. then the bell rang.. thought we're free? guess again.. since she told us she won't let us bring the paper home to finish it, she told us to finish it in school and go home (or in my case, go to pracitce). so, to put it simply, i'm pretty sure i got a low grade on it, since i made it really short. i just wanted to get away.

then, start of practice was horrible, we had to learn this really odd and pointless song - i mean, the song itself was pointless - and Ms. Cabel gave us a piece so we had to read the notes. turns out, half of the trainees (am one as well) didn't know how to read.. in our defense, we weren't really trained that well to read notes. usually, what the music teacher would do is, she just play it and we'll all copy her. so when, Ms. Cabel learned that, he told us to practice by ourselves.. actually, it was better without her, 'cause she's really scary... i dunno, she just does... and then she made us sing what we practiced...

then tomorrow, we have this audition for a concert held by MTQ... and that's during club... mou.. this it too much stress for my liking... and then after, gc, i need to go to this other school (the one i went to to have my voice and hip-hop lessons) to have rehearsals for grease for i think almost two hours... and then the day after that, i have voice lessons, then i have to go to church for proof-reading. and my article isn't even done yet! guess, i'll have to finish it today so i can have someone print it for me... oh screw printing! i'll just do what i did before, upload it in the site and let them print it at church...

took this from ashly_2x1

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

*Re-post this if you think homophobia is wrong.