+nokturnalkittie+:Love_hate_DIE

nokturnalkittie

    Mabuti naman at itong munting pahayagan ko ng aking damdamin ang ibinasa mo. Salamat na rin sa oras na inilahad mo sa pagpindot ng salita-daluyan o link.

    Nakakagulat at gumamit ako ng wikang Filipino sa paghayag ng aking saloobin. Minsan, kailangan din natin gamitin at pahalagaan ang ating wikang namumutangi sa ating sangkatauhan. Dahil sa wika natin, kaya tayoý nagkabuklod-buklod at nagkaroon ng iisang mithi. Nakatulong ito upang maipahayag pa natin ang ating mga namumutawing mga kaisipan sa mga bagay bagay, sa pamamagitan ng pananalita at pagsulat. Ito rin ay nagsilbing sandata natin upang maipakita natin sa mga ibang lahi na tayo ay mayroon sariling kultura't wika na maari nating maipagmalaki. Nagsisilbi din itong karangalan para sa ating lahi. kaya dapat tayong magbunyi. Isa tayong Pilipino!

    Did i make your nose and brain bleed? Hope i did not. Oh well, sometimes it feels so so good using your own mother language. If only others can understand Filipino. Sometimes, i feel upset for those guys whom keep blabbing that our national laguage was called Tagalog. How pity, since elementary, its stated that it should be called FILIPINO not Tagalog. Filipino consists of the mixed-up Philippine language - Bit of Spanish, Visayan, tagalog and so on... Oh well, i wonder when could my fellow citizens distinguish what are the lefts and rights, rights and wrongs, blues and reds, Tagalog and Filipino...

OH WELL... phew...

hmm, why did i opened a topic up about languages anyway? [nahh i dunno. teehee!]

Hmm, some journal updates today? Nothing new, i attend my class looking wasted. Yep, dont have any make ups on my face. Treat my self for a plate of Paotsin's sharksfin dumpling with rice, along with a cup of cold ice tea... Yum!

nokturnalkittie

    Recently this morning, while reading a Libre newspaper along with my sister. We saw the headline about the Cainta Hold-up, which the victim, naming Tara Santelices was one of my boyfriend's buddy. The girl was a graduate from Ateneo, and also a band member.

    Based on the news, twas August 6 then, around 12 midnight. The jeepney was going to Cainta then. A guy announced an hold-up. Carrying a gun with him which make the crowd panic. The suspect shots Tara in the head. Until now, shes  still under coma and confined.

    The Santelices family are still seeking for witnesses.

    Let us help and pray for her quick recovery.

nokturnalkittie

The infamous Twin tower phenomena - where the terrorists bombed up the 2 towers up last September 11, 2001. I remember then, while i was eating my breakfast that morning, i saw the newsflash - WHOOAAAHHHHHHH!!! cool birthday present indeed. Blasting those two towers. EXCELLENT. Though that thing was cool, i feel sorry for those people whom lost their loved ones. Thats life, you cant stop the fates twistin'. As new life borns every second, death also takes place too.

Recently this morning, my sisters greeted me a happy birthday, along with my friends - they texted me their greetings.

[Oh well, thank you for the greetings, buddies! ]

Anyway, speaking of 911, it is also my birthday too, mmm yep cant believe that im damn f*ckin 18 yrs old now. Been breathin in this forsaken world for about a decade n 8 years. Still, as time passes by, i learn a lot of new things that can help me survive.

Today's just like a meer ol regular day, nothing special. Still, its raining hard outside. The cold kiss of the wind give chills which makes my bod shiver. As i open my black folding umbrella, i notice its endings, its broken. So i grab my masking tape and give it a quick fix. Walking at the Falcon walkway, i lit a piece of cigarette and pop a piece of candy, biting it while puffin it out.

Upon entering our room, my classmate Joanne giggled and greeted me and she ask me why the sad look unto my face. I must be happy because its my birthday. Well as i said a while ago, theres nothing special about it, i just feel alot more bluer, bluer, bluer than the deepest shade of blue. Besides, whats so special about it anyway? nah i dunno...

This afternoon, me and Skitz met at SM Manila. While waiting for him, i roamed around the supermarket, searching for propel. As i peek around more, i suddenly saw the beer area which make my mouth drool. haha! My thoughts are fighting whether what im i going to choose but the red corner wins, which make me buy the beer teehee.

I was waiting him at the foodcourt then. I saw a guy approaching, i thought that guy was him, having the same hairstyle, but when he comes nearby, i was wrong. The guy wearing a blue shirt was not a boy but a girl... NYAHA~~

Atlas, a guy wearin a black shirt along with a black and yellow backpack - its him.

He got me a present. Yup, a cute ol aquamarine wallet with studs on. As i peek its inside, whoah, so many pockets!

I almost forgot the beers - its not cold anymore. Gonna drink it in the old fashioned way. Tasting its true malt flavour...

So bitter but good. Got drunk afterwards haha.

nokturnalkittie

hehe yep, my hubby's band will perform later on at Kublais Katipunan. Ill be there too. Right now, im with my sister - surfing the net here at Jeian Jean (Nearby computershop from our homey)

If you have time then, just go drop by at Kublais and chill.

nokturnalkittie

As we spend time taking photos at the kitchen, there a French styled divider seperating ou living room then.

I connected the camera thru our pc. As i scan them all the way through, a figure of a man appeared up. Giving me chills.

this is the picture that im talking about

The guy encircled was non other than my bestfriend's brother, naming Percival

How did i knew? A while ago, im with tita Be's house. As i texted here daughter using her phone, i saw her son's photo. Kuya Percival. They LOOK THE SAME! Giving me chills. Why did that figure showed up then? His urn was kept here at home for a mean time. So thats why maybe Yeye has this imaginary friend whom we called Ben.

Well i didnt manipulated the image if your going to ask to. And why the hell? I dont think im going to do this just for the scaredy stuff blahblahs. Tita also told me that in their hometown at Bicol, he used to manifest too, mostly on the photos.

Kuya Percival was killed. A guy shot him. Until now, a search warrant was given then, P50,000.oo is on the suspect's head.

nokturnalkittie

A cultural affair was held this morning at the Adamson Theatre. Its about the importance of the classical music. How did they transcend from time to time and the importance of it thru our life.

While my History of Architecture class is on going, a student adviser suddenly approached our professor - informing her that there will be a show at the theatre, they need the students to participate on the said event. Cutting our class all the way through. We then pack our things up and go, tagging along with Bruce. As we walk thru the bridge, we then entered the theatre. Signing up our names up. The event was about the importance of the classical music.

There are 3 musicians present. I forgot the professor's name - shes the one lecturing; Lorenzo or Enzo - the 1st placer pianist whom i call a rodent/ rabbit (haha his front teeth were way too big! nyaha!) and the soprano's name was... i think, Celine? nah i dunno. The performance was good though. Playing some of the classical pieces of Bach, Mozart, Liszt and some of the great Filipino composers. There they lectured about the rhythm, melody, texture...

The funny part here in this event was the LCD operator. Yep! i dunno if she's a dumbass or just way too retard. Why? while she browse thr the slides, the female professor was instructing her to click the said musician, but the retard student was just way to RETARD! clicking other names and other slides, clicking other songs and so on. Which make the prof pissed off and make the whole crowd laugh.

As the soprano sang, we saw the other girl crowd laughing like mentals! Cpying the soprano's gesture and singing like fools. Imitating her voice and giggling. Which makes us irrate. They dont know to discipline themselves, even just for the meantime.  Tch.

As I close my eyes and feel the presence of the piano piece annihilate my entire soul, Excel - my classmate starts to brag about her boil in her buttcheeks. Complaining about it, which pisses me off. damn, but what can i do?! gah >_<

The show now then ends. Doors were opened up. Letting the crowd go now.

As i walk, i still feel its presence, lingering unto my mind. The decency of the classical music. If only our generation nowadays do appreciate them. Feel its aesthetic quality and its richness. Not the types of what we hear these days - they just create their music instantly, make riffs and make crappy lyrics. Tada! there it goes. Nonsensical music. Not applying its principles.

If only our youth musicians do apply and appreciate it.