HOW GIRLS FLIRT:

1.She calls you by your full name not just a nick name.
2. She hits you softly on the arm and laughs when you say something funny.
3. She flips her hair when she’s talking to you.
4. She touches your arm when she talks to you.
5. She says, "No, I’m not telling you who I like!" with a big smile on her face.
6. She asks you who you like or who you would go out with seemingly interested.
7. When you go to the movies with a bunch of your friends and she is almost always next to you.
8. She criticizes you on a girl you like.
9. You catch her staring at you.
10. She plays with your hair or tries to put make up on you.
11. Her friends outside of school and in school know about you, and says she talks about you a lot.
12. She knows your phone number and address. ( stalker much? )
13. She will try and talk, and spend time with you as much as possible

HOW GUYS FLIRT:

1. He stares at you alot.
2. He hits you alot. (just play hitting )
3. He uses the first thing that pops into his head to start a converstaion with you
4. He yelled, "Hi!", to your mum that day she picked you up from school.
5. He blew off his buds to go see "Brown Sugar" with you cuz you couldn’t get another girl pal to go and didn’t want to go alone.
6. He tries to make you laugh anyway even if he gets hurt in the process
7. His voice gets softer when ever you two talk.
8. You hung up on him. He called you back.
9. You were invited by him to a group outing.
10. He called you to talk about nothing at all.
11. He imitates your laugh. OK, you do laugh PRETTY LOUD. Which makes you laugh even harder…
12. He remembers little things you mention in casual conversation
13. He sometimes stares straight into your eyes.
14. He uses every possible way to touch you (your hair, face, thighs, KNEES,ect.)

Its what I'm feeling since last Saturday! Up until now I can't believe that this is all happening….I've even ponder of it as if this is just a dream…but I've proven myself wrong…I woke up each day telling myself that this is really for real! damn! I don't know what to expect there! And I don't even know what to do first! As of now all I'm thinking is the excitement I felt as the days lessen and it is time for me to go….

Sunday past by…and now its Monday…later it would be Tuesday…and the day before that is the departure time! I can't really sleep thinking of the "positive" possibilities that this trip would bring me….I know this is gonna be once in a lifetime….and I am going to be alone for the first time…I mean I'm gonna be away without anyone I know…that I will be in a place where everyone is a ‘mere’ being….and in which anyone doesn’t know me at all…I know that I’m going to be on my own now and taste independence…Im quite bothered of the way things will turn out for me there…but I know that I am going to fight this uneasiness I felt…I know that I am gonna be there for a reason..and i know that God has a purpose of sending me there….I really do hope that everything will just fall into place…as what I expect it to be…may this trip be jovial!

BORACAY here I come…….

"the famous Boracay sand castle"

in front of Paradiso

Boracay Regency Beach Resort

"the beautiful scenery of Boracay"

In many ways Roberto Benigni's "Life is Beautiful" is a courageous motion picture. After all, I don't believe anyone in the past has had the audacity to set a comedy against the backdrop of the very serious Holocaust, nor would anyone want to. By creating such a light-hearted tone for a film about one of the most cruel and heartbreaking periods in history, it would be easy to offend viewers, especially those whom have a personal connection with the Holocaust. Benigni, however, who directed the film and stars in the lead role, somehow succeeds at such a genre-bending convention (or unconvention, if you think about it), finding just the right balance between humor and drama so that the film in no way is condescending to the subject matter.

The mass media today has evolved, specifically in the film industry. Many genres of movies have been flourishing in the metro. One of which is the theme which involves superheroes as the leading character—wherein a good-natured person fights over a fierce villain.

When we were in our childhood years, we are extremely fund of superheroes. We do not want to miss any single day without watching them on TV. We even but flamboyant shirts in which our favorite superhero is proudly imprinted. I remember one time, way back in my immature days, when new superheroes arise, I would often plead to my mom toys in the same effigy and figure of my new desire superhero. It is over-whelming to picture-out my countenance while we were in the mall buying the toy. It was really one of the happiest childhood mementos!

Superheroes by then were thought to be real people. We reckon that they do exist. We often view them as the one fighting against the sinister enemies with their fascinating costumes striding with them. We often try to mimic their “mantras” and their kinesthetic. We believe that our superhero is the best and that no one can surpass their greatness and prowess.

But now, things have changed. We are into our ripening stage and our standpoint of superheroes did change. We do not view them as the ones before. We now assent that superheroes in costumes do not exist and that they are all products of fraud. But somehow I have realized that they are true-to-life superheroes in our life that had become one of our inspiration and even aspiration. In my case, my endearing MOM is my ULTIMATE SUPERHERO! Though she does not possess the physical prowess of the Hulk or the invisibility of the Invisible Woman in Fantastic 4, she is more than them. Her placid arms have been there to carry me up when I cannot reach. Her invisible love has always been one of the sources of my total being. My MOM is just the best (I can say now)! No other superhero can empower all her love and protection. She is one in a million, one of a kind! And that is MY MOM!

I was homebound—making my way downtown, my paces fast, and faces past when suddenly a cacophony and undulation of explosions went bursting up in the enigmatic and somber firmament. The surge of overhauling fireworks over cloaked the entire heavens. The now veneer sky is thwarted by the hubbub and cheers of the mob. Volatile of colors are seen up above—from red to green, green to blue, purple to red. My eyes were in bloodshot! Plenty of gruffing voices and ear-breaking shouting can be heard around me. And I cannot blame them. The displays of the flamboyant fireworks were extremely fascinating and amusing. And it is hard for me not to notice the orifice of people all in awe and amazement.

Ooops…Something is going on with my Parka’s pocket. It was my phone ringing and vibrating! When I opened it, I read a text from a friend inviting me to watch the final night of the T’nalak extravaganza. Tired and weary from school, I first asserted, vetoed, made some unbelievable excuses, assay to shun, and was blattering. Until I felt remorse and eventually given up and said “yes.” After all, I do not want to rue such opportunity of enjoyment.

Alunan Avenue was packed by happy South Cotabatenos. Many were in their lavish outfits but some were just weirdoes and lack sense of glamorosity and fashion. But other than that, the streets were thawed from the flocks of people fidgeting, reeling, and fleeting around. The logorrheas of people were extremely exasperating and harrying. I felt gleeful though, because being with my friends is quite smugging and we convoluted ourselves very well.

But our night did not just end there; the effulgence of the chrooners performing on the stage is worth listening and staying. There were bands from Davao and Manila but the bands from here made out the most catch! Everytime they played our favorite songs, we cannot help but sing along, and that was hell rousing!