Im really having a hard time deciding which one to buy … I’m not a very techy person and Im a no-brainer when it comes to the features and technical specifications of these phones..
From what Ive read, Ive narrowed down the choices to these 3:
Nokia 5700:
Samsung Ultra 600
pls pls... I really need some help here ....
With all the efforts we put on just to find the cheapest air tickets for our summer escapades, my friends and I came into finding this rare airline promos: P900 for cambodia (one-way) and P1900 for Macua---that's according to my friend (who's sure to go there this summer for his thesis). That's the cheapest weve got so far...
But we're still considering HK (P10,000) for Disneyland and the DV-like stalls there ... We crossed-out Japan (though Id really love to go to Puro and visit Hello Kitty's house..) because none of my friends wanted to go there... 50% chance on going to Phuket [coz some of my friends dont wanna go there for no reasons at all..]... No one, except Julai wanted to go to Egypt, so lets not talk about it anymore.
Venice, was also on our list but we just cant find cheap air tickets off to Italy on April, so it kinda s*cks... (but we're still working on it because they pretty much say years from now, there'll be no more Venice..It'll all be history...just like Cambodia)...
Hope everything'll run smoothly... what im sure of right now, is that my Journ friends and I will spend 2 nights at Gapo (Julai's hauz) probably before Grad but I do hope they'll reschedule it coz my mom wont allow me to go anywhere b4 grad.
Wew...Thank God I have other blog accounts where I can pour my heart's content without hesitations etc etc...
Multiply account wasnt really so much fun because there were times when I cant write what I have to there just because my friends/classmates would be able to read it... Likewise, i cant upload my bf's pictures because my sister would be able to see it (and mind you, she hates him..) hay...
Yesterday was our last day in school, but here I am, striking the Library keyboard..all because I have to meet my thesis adviser (Ipe Salvoza) for the "peer rating" stuff..
Im not expecting a perfect grade of 100, not even a score above 90... but Im also not expecting to get a grade lower than 80... Yet, something in me says I got a thick 70 from lorraine..
Well, I will not be surpirsed if it turned out that way... Knowing her, I know she'll take advantage of that to get to my nerves..... perfect timing for her so-called 'revenge'....
Fine...if thats the game she wants to play, fine.
There's really nothing that happened yesterday worth mentioning...hope there is though...
Spent the whole day with my classmates (we have a class, you see?).. and honestly, I enjoyed being with them... Well, okay, its not the same thing when ur with soemone "special" but then, Im really glad its them I spent the day with... we've chatted for 6 long hours of being trapped in the "torture chamber" (wednesday is when we have the most boring subjects ever, Marriage and Community Journalism)... It drains all our energy, if not our sanity.. You have to endure the boredom, really...
Where I fit in 
I'm that girl that's always happy -- the one who never has problems, and when I do, they don't get to me. Everyone sees me as the one they can count on to put a smile on their face because as far as they know, I always have one on mine. No one looks any deeper than that.
1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.
During my second month of college, our professor
gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student
and had breezed through the questions until I read
the last one:
"What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"
Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the
cleaning woman several times. She was tall,
dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name?
I handed in my paper, leaving the last question
blank. Just before class ended, one student a sked if
the last question would count toward our quiz grade.
"Absol utely," said the professor. "In your careers,
you will meet many people. All are significant. They
deserve your attention and care, even if all you do
is smile and say "hello."
I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her
name was Dorothy.
2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain
One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American
woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway
trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had
broken down and she desperately needed a ride.
Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.
A young white man stopped to help her, generally
unheard of in those conflict-filled 60s.. The man
took her to safety, helped her get assistance and
put her into a taxicab.
She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his
address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a
knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a
giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A
special note was attached..
It read:
"Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway
the other night. The rain drenched not only my
clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along.
Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying
husband's bedside just before he passed away... God
bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving
others."
Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.
3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve.
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less,
a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and
sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.
"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.
"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and
studied the coins in it.
"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.
By now more people were waiting for a table and the
waitress was growing impatient.
"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.
The little b oy again counted his coins.
"I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.
The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on
the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice
cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress
came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the
table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish,
were two nickels and five pennies..
You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had
to have enough left to leave her a tip.
You cant ride on my name
For that i do not have.
Remember Im a woman
And women dont make a name.
But I have the sky withing me
Thats bluer than the blue moon
When it drinks your sadness.
Inside me is the sea
As green it grows
Whenever you smile or laugh.
What Ive got are these
because you are my friend
Who also has no name
But shares the sky, the sea
The night and the sun.
Happy Birthday Sir Ash... (",) Sho and Macy...thanks so mush... hehehhe
I spent an hour and a half reading someone else's testimonials and I cant help but feel jealous towards his alleged "friends".
I dont understand why but somehow I feel like Ive overreacted. Take this: when Im done reading every word his friends wrote for him, I asked myself: " Why did they invented friendster in the first place?" --- duh, ryt?
Then I told myself: GET A LIFE, Hazee and move on,
Yeah. I know I should try something else for a change and try to forget things unclear to me. For once, I admit Im boring my life with something thats not worth thinking about.
Anyway, I wanna tell myself that i am in no position to feel what Im feeling right now. Im acting like I own him when in fact, we never FORMALLY talked about it.
I just happen to love someone who would not dare speak for his own good. I love someone so popular that even my friends go gaga over him.
Ive tried so hard to make myself realize the peril of loving him too much but I cant resist it.
I told myself that when he said he loves me, he dont really mean it. or maybe he said that because we're really close and he loves me as a friend. That's it. No big deal. Im just making it complicated by putting meanings to what he said.
Then maybe he never really said I love you. Maybe he said something else and I just thought I heard him say it because thats what I want to hear in the first place.
Then sometimes I cant help myself wondering who the hell that "Misis" is... someone he flirted with during HS days, I suppose. But who the hell is she? Who is that soemone who called him "baby" in one of his testimonials? I know its ages ago but I know I have to know. At least to make me feel better. and I cant help myself from asking.