tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37768131810764924542012-02-23T13:59:56.120-08:00Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.comBlogger451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-39408834708526291962012-02-18T01:46:00.000-08:002012-02-18T10:39:31.690-08:00

So I just wasted fifteen minutes of my time trying to think of a better introduction to a Valentine's day post instead of simply saying that hey, I couldn't think of anything so I settled with whatever goes into my restless, spotless mind. Valentine's Day 2012 feels different for three reasons: 1. For this year, it was Sir MBV who gave us the flowers and chocolates. Last year, it was Sir PAV

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-63778384034673173192012-02-17T19:45:00.000-08:002012-02-17T19:49:14.749-08:00

Say It Again Official Music Video While waiting for my ordered food in this fastfood, this song was being played in the background. And well, it just sort of stuck hence having this on my blog. In an effort to make this post a bit longer, I decided to ask my workfriends, Cathy and Audrey what this song means for them. Here's what they said: Cathy : "Tell me you love me. Again."

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(Note: This is a backlog post.) Last January 13 to 15, together with my college lovelies, I went to Punta Fuego (at Nasugbu, Batangas) to spend a wonderful and relaxing weekend. Yes, I may have been interrupted once or twice about some issues on my flyer supply, but all was well and surprisingly, I decided to ignore the next few work-related calls. Hohoho. Thank you so much, Loulou, for sharing

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Oh hai there, Twix, my beloved blog. You missed me and I missed you too. AND SOMEONE ELSE, but I'm not going to elaborate on that so forget I've written that in all caps. Today is like those other days when I decided to bring my work home, but because this room is painted blue green (although in a much paler palette), my mood is somewhere in between productivity and peace (hence, sleepiness).

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-53285985953591329492012-01-01T09:15:00.000-08:002012-02-15T06:43:11.043-08:00

I have yet to make a year-ender post but I guess that could wait until I'm back in Manila and I don't have to pretend to be signing out already because I promised my parents I'll be sleeping early tonight. We're going back to Manila tomorrow, 6:30PM, and because most of what we did on this short vacation was sleep and eat, then sleep again, we're going to be on serious tourist mode tomorrow

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-80096298823420467662011-12-08T09:01:00.001-08:002011-12-12T08:42:34.557-08:00

(Because lately, I realized my posts were in Taglish - 90% English and 10% Tagalog, lulubusin ko na ngayon at baliktarin naman natin ang percentage na yan na inimbento ko lang naman :P) Sa December 17 ay magkakaroon kami ng Christmas Party kila Angge! Overnight daw pero hindi pa ako nagpapaalam. Ngunit dahil ako ay 21 na (konting tumbling pa at magti-22 na din naman ako), siguro naman ay

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-6269644211448290502011-12-04T10:57:00.001-08:002011-12-08T11:16:36.253-08:00

I was browsing Alessandra Lanot’s Life After Breakfast blog, which I stumbled upon checking out the links in one of my favorite blogs, Come Waste Your Time With Me by THE Patty Laurel. Stalker na stalker lang and dating ko. Hahaha! Okay, for a better term (because I don't want to scare anyone, especially Patty #feelingclose :P), I AM A FANGIRL. I was particularly drawn into one of Alessandra's #

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-80685977660858810172011-12-01T07:07:00.001-08:002011-12-01T07:55:25.843-08:00

When I was still a teen, back during those times when birthdays were something to really look forward to, I often do a birthday countdown. I was just really an excited, giddy girl. Feeling ko kasi, lagi akong may surprise from Mama and Papa kasi unica hija ako and yes, I'm just really self-centered that way. Haha! Now that I'm older and hopefully mature, I think I've come to stray away from

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-75765454238682612532011-11-27T14:22:00.000-08:002011-11-29T10:17:35.506-08:00

Currently, we have a FAST CARISSA program at the office wherein we were divided into our specific project areas namely, North (BLUE TEAM), South (GREEN TEAM), and East/Central (RED TEAM). There are, say like, contests or activities that would earn us points and whichever team has most number of points (until December) will be given a monetary reward. SO FAR, we are in the last place. HAHAHA //

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-34504139201459561352011-11-27T13:26:00.000-08:002011-11-29T10:02:17.750-08:00

'Coz I have work Mondays thru Saturdays (sometimes, even Sundays. KMN.) and because these past few weeks had been spent staying late at the office (or at home, but still doing whatever work I could accomplish), I decided to make this Sunday a bit more different. Relaxing, oh yes! To  start off, I relived my love for bazaars! A little segue: Last November 24, Villar Foundation, in

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-31802218790365930872011-11-13T14:22:00.000-08:002011-11-16T09:18:36.802-08:00

One hashtag that always go trending in Twitter during Mondays is #ManicMonday. It's the start of the week, after all. I, myself, will surely have my very own version of manic Monday later. In fact, I should be doing some work right now, but I opted not to. Hello, IT'S THIS TIME OF THE MONTH and I just feel so sick to do anything that would require some extreme brain cells charging. But it can't

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-40928559094209117742011-11-13T03:20:00.000-08:002011-11-13T03:20:57.994-08:00

I am one of those people who could say "I hate you," "I love you," and "I beg of you" like they're just normal words that people say randomly. For instance, tell me I look fat and I'll give you my most convincing oh-you-did-not-just-say-that look and say, "AYHEYTCHUUU." Tell me I look pretty and I'll go all soft and sweet and say, "Awww. I love you already." This is my usual self. In this post,

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-61837673133576770462011-11-12T09:15:00.000-08:002011-11-16T09:03:36.404-08:00

...it's time to be something else. Recently on Twitter, I started following this guy's (@ItsAYYSIAN) tweets because, well, he tweets the funniest things. One time, he tweeted "Becoming a person is getting too complicated. Time to be a unicorn." That really appealed to me, because he was absolutely right. All this trying-to-be-a-responsible-adult thing is tiresome and not always fun, and most of

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-91738284670324839022011-10-06T00:24:00.000-07:002011-11-12T18:59:23.374-08:00

This will be a vague post. As it happens, one workmate who goes by the name, Cathy (namedropping at its finest! HAHAHA) knew about my blog. Nothing wrong with that because I used to plug my blog URLs shamelessly. It just made me feel like I have to be more careful with my words, and whatever it is that my words reveal. And what it does not. Hihihi Here it goes. I am not new to this feeling. But

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-56791228583361235812011-10-03T04:54:00.000-07:002011-11-12T10:26:50.126-08:00

83 days to go before Christmas. Three (3) days before that is THE BIG DAY. My big day. Okay, my birthday, actually, in case you start thinking of church bells ringing. DON'T PLEASE. As opposed to my previous birthdays, I would say I am excited about this one. I am turning *drum rolls please* TWENTY TWO. THAT'S DOUBLE 2s!!! Can you feel my excitement now? Can you? XD 22 is my favorite number,

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-9879226362980401162011-08-15T08:46:00.000-07:002011-11-12T20:12:08.838-08:00

Dear EX-CRUSH #1, Hi. I first liked you because of your name. When we were kids, it was just that, really--that you were special because you have this name I can't quite forget. It was't until I had watched "He's Just Not That Into You" that I really pondered what might have been should I not have transferred back to my former school in Mandaluyong. At the start of the film, it says there that

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-13610852607171461572011-08-15T08:27:00.000-07:002011-11-12T10:10:56.441-08:00

Unexpectedly sudden. Without warning or preparation. Too soon to even feel something, like when you entered a deserted warehouse, and out of the corner of your eye, you noticed some red light blinking. Before you even realized that it was a time bomb, BOOM. Damn! There was not even a time for the flashbacks. Oh ha bloody ha! Yes, I am overacting, but you must admit that the bomb-thing was quite

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-62828672112805418822011-08-10T09:57:00.000-07:002011-11-12T10:57:48.959-08:00

Dear Anonymous Nurse (not very creative, sorry), I wish I at least learned your name. Not that I would ever have the courage to ask you. I don't think so. As forthright as I am with other people, I'd like to think that I still have my, ehem, dalagang Pilipina nature intact. Ha-ha. Oh well, I wish at least had put my mom on the job. It really helped that you chat with her during those times Papa

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-88864123171409651892011-08-02T10:33:00.000-07:002011-11-12T11:09:08.437-08:00

Dear Dreams Why, there are a myriad of you that I do not even know where to start! To the future chick literature author, Bianca Batalla... How did you  do it? I know you have a few outlines and "locked" drafts that you update from time to time and sometimes, you even write on the margins of the newspaper or book when you're holding one and some crazy idea came to your mind and you're afraid it

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-5333328217134352202011-07-05T09:31:00.000-07:002011-11-12T11:10:27.072-08:00

Mama and Papa, The only time I ever wrote you a letter was during our high school retreat. Our priest moderator told us to pretend like we were about to die. We drew our coffins, made our Last Will and Testament, and wrote letters to our parents. Honestly, I hardly remember what I wrote. I look back on that experience and only see myself crying because I do not want to be in that position ever.

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-68437367199095058862011-07-04T09:09:00.000-07:002011-11-12T11:10:52.739-08:00

Dear crush, Every single time I know I would be seeing you, I always find myself in front of the mirror practicing my smile, but also lecturing myself not to smile too much. I would try on clothes that say "I look pretty without even trying so hard" even if that was probably the third piece of clothing I had tried on. I would practice possible witty responses to your quips, even though in

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-42732695042270110822011-07-03T08:21:00.000-07:002011-11-12T11:17:19.855-08:00

Dear Pao and Jan, Well, hello there handsomes! Jan Paulo and Sam Paulo  |  Jan's Junior Prom Usually, the trend for siblings is that when they were kids, they were inseparable but when they grow up, they just grow apart. Maybe it was because the three of us are just plain abnormal but in our case, it was the other way around. We hated each other as kids; each trying to win the attention of

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-11818359517744080882011-07-03T07:21:00.000-07:002011-07-03T07:57:49.162-07:00

This is supposedly for Tumblr, but challenges like this are sometimes taken personally so I decided to have this on my personal blog instead. Besides, I am afraid I would be flooding my Tumblr followers' dashboards. I still haven't mastered the art of writing shortly and precisely, you see. I don't really have any idea how to start on some of letters I will be writing by taking this challenge,

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-65236442863678394792011-01-29T20:08:00.000-08:002011-07-01T14:46:45.027-07:00

I don't know if I should be sharing this or not. But because this bothers me until now, I think I'll share. It might help shake the feeling off. I was called to our President's office and she showed me her Twitter account. I doubt she really has a Twitter. She made me read a tweet by one of the senior officers of one of our sister companies. There, the unnamed senior officer asked that I be

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-46484885761501623342011-01-14T06:53:00.000-08:002011-01-14T06:53:57.484-08:00

I am a Capricorn. I love being one. I have read somewhere that Capricorn's motto is this: "If opportunity doesn't knock, then build a door." And you know what? It's true. At least I could say that for myself. Earlier today, I saw online statuses saying how much they hate it that their zodiac signs have changed. If I'll follow the new zodiac signs, I'd now be a Sagittarius. And no offense, but I

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-72679007553965792172010-10-19T00:00:00.000-07:002011-11-12T20:44:55.826-08:00

Heartbreak #1: My friend just broke up with her boyfriend. Yes, this is not my own heartbreak, but I feel sad nonetheless. I don't need a firsthand experience to know what my friend is going through. I may need one though so I could fully console her because as much as I try to understand, I don't have the right grasp as to how much it hurts. BUT THIS IS NOT ABOUT ME. This friend of mine is like

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-35241523919581026032010-09-29T20:00:00.000-07:002011-07-03T05:17:53.802-07:00

I love my brothers so much and I am so damn proud of how handsome and smart they have become, but they just grow up too fast. Wow, spoken like a 40-year old woman. I guess what I am trying to say is that I have pictured us three together since I can remember. Then suddenly, them girls entered that picture. AND I HATE IT. Yes, I'm a selfish bitch who thinks no one is good enough for my brothers.

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-13885787570798472112010-09-23T18:53:00.000-07:002010-09-23T18:59:12.606-07:00

Do you even remember how we met? I don't. But that's probably because how we met was boring--meaning we weren't hitting nor laughing at each other's stupidity. I may not remember how I met you, but I remember a whole lot of things that we did together. And as cheesy as it may sound, I find myself happiest and most real when I'm with you (and the rest of the girls, but it's your birthday so you

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-87292624398575409282010-09-03T21:40:00.000-07:002011-07-03T06:03:03.215-07:00

I have not read P.S. I Love You, but I watched the movie. Right now, I am reading a novel with an almost similar storyline--a husband who died, an in denial and coping wife, and an intervening and almost too caring family and friends that just would not understand the meaning of "leave me alone." The book is Anybody Out There by Marian Keyes. Anybody Out There is a killer. Have you ever

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-252915486648502902010-06-05T10:25:00.001-07:002011-07-03T05:33:31.485-07:00

If you think I will be talking about a secret crush I have for one of our neighbors then I suggest you stop reading right now because THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN. Well, it happened once when I was a kid. I had a huge crush on my playmate's cousin who only visits there during summer. Unfortunately, since we moved to Bulacan, I never got to see him again.  The Boy Next Door is the first book to Meg

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-58436029130892391592010-05-25T08:10:00.001-07:002011-07-02T07:56:45.166-07:00

I wish that as summer ends, so does the excruciating heat. Has the temperature these days ever became less than 37 degrees? And I'm living in Manila so it's hotter. Way hotter. Summer is almost over. I just graduated last April and my parents--and almost everyone else in the family, actually--are expecting me to find a job already. Not that I do not want to work because I do--just not

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-92108555212518978382010-05-06T01:20:00.001-07:002011-11-12T21:12:12.251-08:00

I named my thesis Cassidy. She was my ticket. Sort of like the Golden Ticket to Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. I think I just compared graduation to a chocolate factory. Oh well. Graduation better be sweet then! Almost there, but not quite. I still have a bunch of people (and stuff) to thank for because I never would have made it through those four years alive without my superb support team.

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-19756247341397462512010-02-23T10:06:00.001-08:002011-11-12T21:15:14.700-08:00

Neither the infamous sandwich nor the Playhouse Disney cartoon, P, B and J Otter. Just us siblings--PAO, BIANCA, and JAN. Jan bought a few of these cheap Ray Ban imitations at Pedro Gil as a costume for their English class play. Sam saw the glasses. To my surprise, he suggested each of us should wear one and we'll have a group photo. Now, how can I say no such sibling sweetness? I posted

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-34161543145777448662010-02-03T10:10:00.001-08:002011-07-03T01:31:37.281-07:00

02.23.10San Juan Gymnasium, Cainta Rizal An outreach event pioneered by ORCOMSOC and Modess.  If you have seen one of Modess' new commercials after the Typhoon Ondoy incident, this was a part of it. The campaign, I mean. The blue bandanas were a proof of that. We went to San Juan Gymnasium at Cainta to distribute comfort kits to women refugees. The gym serves as their evacuation center.

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-37947901694764334272010-01-01T07:34:00.001-08:002011-07-02T23:09:28.171-07:00

I was not raised by my parents as a self-centered person. I just became like one, probably due to the fact that I have always been that overprotected little girl, the one that is loved by all no matter what mistake she did. Last December 22, I celebrated my 20th birthday. There, I said it. I AM TWENTY YEARS OLD now.And I celebrated it. I had written two or so blogs about how much I fear

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-43722518104120916892009-12-16T02:24:00.001-08:002011-07-02T23:11:11.966-07:00

I was born in Bicol. I guess that still makes me a Bicolana despite my dislike for chili foods. We used to go to Bicol every chance we get. One place I always like to visit whenever we were there was the Cagsawa Ruins. Lolo Mars told me that the church (the one you see beside Mt Mayon in photos) is actually a memorial for many people in that area because when the Mayon Volcano erupted sometime

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-34367115771478332282009-12-11T08:24:00.001-08:002011-11-12T21:23:36.862-08:00

This is an open letter to a male friend who talks to me like I am her little sister. I just talked to him and for the first time this week, I find myself smiling for no particular reason.  Hey you. You were never 'one of them'. You were different and it is not because we feel something special for each other. You are special to me, you know that. Wait, I don't think you know that. But you are

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-10627690572117602002009-11-24T11:02:00.001-08:002011-07-02T09:10:51.441-07:00

If there are two people in this world whom I know will never lie to my face because they are true friends through and through, they are Ryo and Fiona. I used to think that people only view me as a self-centered daddy's girl who made every one feels that they have to take care of me. Admittedly, I like being taken cared of. It is very touching though to know that I am more than that. And even if

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-90873432921579182262009-11-24T10:44:00.002-08:002011-06-28T17:31:42.440-07:00

Posted April 30, 2009Source: http://paulabianca22.multiply.com I just finished reading this Sophie Kinsella's "Can You Keep A Secret?" So in celebration of how much I enjoyed the reading this piece of chick literature, here are SOME seldom-said facts about me: 1. I always say my favorite color is blue, but most of the time I prefer green. I glow in green. 2. I said before that I do not eat

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-9867636815925549152009-11-24T10:36:00.001-08:002011-07-02T08:49:52.258-07:00

Posted April 10, 2009Source: http://paulabianca22.multiply.com This morning, Papa God answered two of my prayers. One: After seven days at the hospital, WE ARE ALREADY BACK HOME. It was decided that Papa's medication will just be continued in the house, and we will just go back to the hospital for his frequent check-ups. He is currently taking eight medicines in the morning, and some more during

Bianca Batallahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07879907215554973964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776813181076492454.post-86938134337229961522009-11-24T04:38:00.001-08:002011-06-29T21:29:56.063-07:00

Posted December 13, 2008 Source: http://paulabianca22.multiply.com We were tasked to make our personal code of ethics for our OC105 (Dynamics of Public Relations) class and I decided to post mine here, in case I forget. Nah. I declare the following philosophies and/or principles to represent my personal code of ethics, made this 12th of December 2008. God before anything else. “We need to find

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Posted August 15, 2008 Source: http://paulabianca22.multiply.com Quotable Number One: I was sitting on this table with my friends and they were talking about term of endearments. I was not participating or anything because I do not have anything to share being boyfriendless all my life. Then one second, I was just like, "Kapag ako nagka-boyfriend, gusto ko MUSH ang tawag ko sa kanya. Cute so

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Sony Ericsson W800i (Source: www. webtechgeek.com) Posted July 14, 2008 Source: http://paulabianca22.multiply.com RIP doesn't really apply. Orange didn't die, of course. HE. WAS. STOLEN. Papa said he has to wake up at 4:00 AM. Mama's in Bicol for a client meeting and I am not quite sure if I could wake up that early so I just decided not to sleep until 3:30 AM. I woke my dad 4:15 AM and he

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Cassidy, in case you haven't known yet, is the name of my thesis proposal (or basically my whole idea of the thesis that I am working on). I just watched Sorority Row a while ago, and lovely Jenna Dewan's character's name was Cassidy. Her character was very resilient, and I think, after all the revisions--including a complete change of topic--that my thesis proposal had gone through, it could

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1. While on my way to MoMo (Robinsons Midtown) to meet the Bebot Gels Nash and Jena, and Joanna, I got a call from a certain Ms. Mariz Umali. She said that she was currently at UP Manila and she was hoping to talk to me about that viral video we made for one of our major subjects. I could not have been more shocked. Panicky, more likely. We made a video entitled "Kung Ikaw Ang Presidente ng

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