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I can only wish you'll greet me on Wednesday ... T__T

Stick House

I remember eating something EXACTLY like this with mom and Dado at SM North once, way back last March. They were gelato in sticks, if I am correct. Dado had the strawberry-mango sorbet, which, much to my envy, was tropically-ish tasty. Mom and I spoiled our sweet teeth with choco-gianduia gourmet for her and milk cream with chocolate swirls for me :)

And oh my. It's been getting hot here in UP lately... I sure want some of that goodness in a stick - all pretty and cold and magical.

And I sure miss hanging out with these two of my awesome peeps. ♥

*awesome color coordination between two pictures, by the way ^_^

Kamsahamnida, Dae Yang

Okay, so this is what happened.

Dado and I followed the letter that Ate Guard, for some weird reason, did NOT accept in Yakal. Of course the reason was most probably because Dado isn't a resident there anymore. But we both found it absurd because mails for graduates used to be received there. Turns out Ate was the only one in Yakal who thought of returning the package all the way back to Iloilo, because the others would normally just smile and welcome all boxes and plastics and envelopes the delivery guy merrily brings.

And so Dado and I ended up chasing his letter to LBC Kalayaan Avenue this afternoon. It was around 2:30pm and we haven't eaten lunch yet. So, along its lengthy street, we spotted some Korean restaurants. And, out of his impulsive little self, suggested that we eat lunch at one of them. I was hesitant, of course, since number one, I had no idea how their food tasted (other than what is available in Mashitta in SC), and number two, I expected it to be expensive.

I guess none of us listened to that little screaming voice in me because we both decided, after finally getting his letter, to give it a shot. The nearest resto was this place called 대양 (Dae Yang).

Of course, my number two reason for hesitation indeed proved to be worthy of its label. But then again, we both got excited to try something new anyway. Then... yes. You are so deym right. There was a grill on our table! And oh man, was I excited to put some raw meat on it and savor all the meaty goodness! Unfortunately though, using it required more people (more people = more money = more mouths) so it can actually be financially reasonable. And since it was impulsive, Dado and I thought we can settle for something less expensive. He got this spicy pork dish that was difficult to pronounce, while I ordered this:

The 불고기 (Bulgogi)! Hurrah! And each of our meals even had 김치 (kimchi), egg rolls, rice, and a free glass of iced tea. C'mon. Who doesn't want free iced tea with 김치 (kimchi) and egg rolls and rice??

MOREover, we were given three more side dishes, one of which was something like mashed-potato salad, the other was leafy and green but yummy (probably the 나물, Namul), while the other, as Dado would like to put it, was "Korean achara". Plus! They even served us with 미역국 (Miyeok guk), the seaweed soup! Yes. ZE seaweed soup that Super Junior enjoys so much on special occasions, as I see it in their show, Full House. Maaaan! Can you imagine me all jumpy and smiling and stuff? Haha. Dado was excited, too, of course, though I'm pretty sure it had nothing to do with Super Junior. Just the perfect combination of his growling stomach and the new dishes in front of him, all smoking at the same time.

And so everything tasted awesome. Except for the kimchi, though. I don't know why other people go gaga over it, and I don't. Eeeeek. Perhaps next time, when Donghae makes it for me. :)

In the middle of our meal, we were tonged with a damped clean towel each. Dado and I ended up staring blankly at each other, and making fun of it afterwards (e.g. attempting to rub them on our faces or armpits). Later on, we figured out (with confirmation from Ate), it was for our hands. Cooool huh.

Then we wrote on their "freedom wall", only that you are actually to write on an actual wall. Almost everything scribbled there was in Hangul... and so, we joined in, why not. I taught Dado how to write his name in Hangul (다도) so we can both write our Hangul names on the wall (the Hangul for "Jet" was intelligently guessed). And so we did! We wrote down the date today, too, July 11, 2010. Yeeey!! :)

Cheers for the new experience in Korean dining! We are so going to try this with more friends next time:

감사합니다 대양! 화이팅! Thank you Dae Yang! Fighting! ^_^

CoffeeCUPcake

This is how the breakfasts I've been having lately look like: a coffee cup and a cupcake. :)

Too bad I already gobbled up the last piece of my Regent lemon cake this morning before I went to church. A mouthful of lemon in a bite of cake! Yeah, I know. Doesn't really sound so appetizing, but, oh, it really is!

And bananas aren't really the type of fruits I need for my bowels (sorry! had to say that!) right now so I'mma kinda say no to them. Oh, but I love bananas though.

Awww, I am going to miss this... until I buy my next cupcake! For now, I'm good with my coffee. Love love!

Bipolarity ^_^

I just realized how I just get to blog when I'm all melancholic and emo. Booooo!

I guess I might just change that now. Hurrah to a real blog! I hope I can express myself here, the way how I want it to be. This is weird. To think that this already my nth entry.

Oh well, it feels like something new's going to start anyway. So hurrah again for the blog rebirth! :)

Okay, so back to my study of Homogeneous Processes on Chemical Reaction Engineering II.

Start of the Seemingly Never-Ending

I have long feared for this time to come... And now, the first of the numerous will start officially, right after I make my coffee after I click the "Publish Post" button.

This is history, baby! Haha! And I'mma remember today, the start of the seemingly never-ending. The Lord will sustain me, and I'm excited for that. Please pray with me! ♥ So goodbye for now Facebook. And hello, dearly beloved.

Thesis Mode: ON. x__O

Tagged

To say that I appreciate the Bible is an understatement of my reverent awe and sheer astonishment of its historicity and its power. I am blessed to have a personal relationship with the God who continually wants [to] and does reveal Himself, as is evident in everything that the Bible has gone through for ages.

It was just one morning spent reflecting on the previous night's message in the fellowship by an ate. With the Lord's grace, her passion for the Word was so evident that it consumed us all in SCF at that time. I was filled with joy and amazement after knowing how the Bible has come to where and how it is now... for making known to us the wonders of the God-breathed artifacts! And it was all made possible by the Sovereign God, powerful and mighty, and yet, wants to reveal Himself to His people. I thank Him for making me one of them. :)

I then posted this as a status message in Facebook, and felt like no words can ever express how joyful and how blessed I was of these realizations and knowledge. I praise God for allowing and providing me with words so I can express myself in a way that people can really understand how I felt, and at the same time, allow them to realize and experience it, too.

It was until a few minutes later that I was "notified" by Facebook that I was tagged in a post of Philippine Bible Society. And voila! I saw my status message posted in their "fan" page.

Truly, let the Lord's Word be spread, and may we all just continue to have emanating passion in us, as powered by the Holy Spirit. To God be the glory!

Philippine Bible Society Fan Page:
http://www.facebook.com/notifications.php#!/pages/Philippine-Bible-Society/124439419758

My Facebook Status Message:
http://www.facebook.com/notifications.php#!/jet.penuela?v=wall&story_fbid=130413580327619

Weird, Thus Normal

Six weird (and hopefully interesting) things about myself …

It was much harder than I thought it would be, considering that I enjoy talking about myself, and that I think I have a lot of weird hobbies and mood swings ongoing in my life. I honestly had to ask my best friend about this, while we were strolling our way to dinner one evening along the muggy asphalted Magsaysay Street in UP.

We both have come up with a lot more than six weird facts, actually, though it took us several pre-dinner walks, and during- and post-dinner conversations to have the long list finally be cut into just six things.

The first thing would have to be my tendencies with the extremes – and by that I mean, being obsessive-compulsive in one given situation and being scatter-brained in another; being full of energy while everyone has none and having none when everyone is ready to party; hysterically laughing out loudly one minute and generously pouring my tears out on the next; or being my happy-go-lucky active in a class and being a shy, pathetic loser loner in another. Yes, people, call me anyway you know how – crazy, abnormal, bipolar ... or weird, which is precisely the simple reason why I made it my first fact. (If you’re interested with the explanation why I’m being, however you want to call it – crazy, abnormal, bipolar or weird – then you’d have to know about the Four Temperaments: the Sanguine, the Phlegmatic, the Melancholic and the Choleric. It’s going to be another long story if I’d have to write everything here. But to get to the point, I’m Sanguine-Melancholic, and this combination is quite a mix-up, as in putting-a-test-tube-of-a-loud-mouthed-comedian-to-a-depressed-and-ragged-artist-in-a-beaker-and-you-have-a-successful-slash-cool-experiment-kind of mix-up.)

The second weird fact about me shows my writing side and my deep passion for it. I have this tendency to, whether in conversations or just in my thinking or listening modes, write random words either on the air or on a nearby surface – be it a table or my leg. The words are not really purely random. Of course, the words I “imaginatively" write are in my conversations or in my thoughts. Interestingly, I found out some n years ago (where n is probably half my age now) that it is genetic. I mean, not genetic as in the unusual-disease-in-the-family kind, but the I-got-it-from-my-mom one. There was one time when we were lying on the bed, chatting, when I noticed her pointing finger restlessly scratching the purple pillow. It was then I realized she was doing what I was doing – scribbling down random words she just heard! Only that my version of doing it, that moment, was on the air.

The next weird thing would have to be my interesting and intriguing proneness to imitate people I can and want to imitate. My victims are usually characters – female figures – in the television, like in commercials or soap operas and the like. I have this memory card and a sensor of some sort somewhere inside me that I get to surprisingly remember lines, accents and emotions (vocal and facial) when I watch the TV, and of course, re-enact them afterwards. Perhaps it also has something to do with the way I tell stories or just ordinary happenings during the day – almost always in full detail, with almost the exact dialogue, gestures and facial expressions. Sometimes I even–what? What are you saying? Hollywood? Uh, no, thank you. Studies first. (Haha, kiddin’.)

The next weird fact about me is that I love sweets. Yes, it’s not weird because no, that’s not it yet. Since I love sweets so much, I enjoy every chocolate-y molecule that comes in friction with my tongue and with my teeth. Whenever I eat chocolates, I unconsciously eat it slowly and gradually. With a Snickers bar, I cannot finish it in just 5 minutes because I just take an itsy bitsy bite of it each 30 seconds or so. Believe it or not, I finish Hershey’s kisses in at least two nibbles. I just think that each of these chocolate-y molecules are too precious and orgasmic to savor with just one large bite. I get the point of some people that they find chocolates too irresistible to have it stay outside your tummy for long. Well, I don’t know what it is with me, actually, which is why I think it’s weird.

The fifth weird thing actually just purely came from my best friend’s observations. He said that I can have a number of thoughts and deductions from each thought in a matter of seconds. Boy, do I think fast! He must have concluded it from my ranting and occasional emotional outbursts. He also said that I could digest and formulate two different ideas at a time. To put it more simply, he said that I can digest what he’s talking and think of a different idea at the same time. Crap. I must have been opening new topics sometimes whenever he’s just done telling me something. According to him, I have digested the information he conveys, though not fully, of course.

Finally, we’re down to the last weird something-a-majig about me. I think this one’s really meant to be my grand finale. I don’t know if it’s weird but it does sound kind of interesting to me, that no other person (other than my family) has ever heard me release my flatulence. Yes, you of little faith, I am quite sure of the idea that no one has heard me fart. You see, somehow when there are people around, I kind of unintentionally hold it back so it can be gradually released so as to minimize the intensity of its sound. Okay, I guess I should stop right now before I relay too much information about my sulferrated hydrogen-emanating random-motioned particle collection.

That was it – those were the six weird things my best friend and I have thought of. I am pretty certain each person has his or her own weird interests, talents and ways. In fact, it will be quite weird for one to not have anything weird about his or her self. I guess being weird makes us normal after all.

*last online-submitted activity in our CW10 class, 2nd sem AY 2008-2009; uploaded December 15, 2008, 3:29PM

12:22 am, June 10, 2010

I was awakened by some outrageously ridiculous noise, which I thought were just one of those drunken, adrenaline-rushed jejune nights by fratmen. It turned out to have came with the panicky red and blue lights from several firetrucks and an ambulance just outside the dormitory.

The UP Diliman Chemistry Pavillion was in flames.

Second 4 AM Moment

I am personally blessed by the love of a sister. She looks beyond my own desires and chooses to feel my pain, my hurts, and shares with me my tears.

I am very thankful to God for giving me people in my life ... people like her. It was one of the few times that I have really felt one's love for me, and I knew that it was because of her love for the Lord.

She was concerned of how I actually am, rather than how I think I am - which is someone I need at times like these, when I am too blinded, too focused on people around me, and fail to check on myself.

Mere words fail me in my desire to express my sincere gratitude for her, which is why I will not further try to look for the supercalifragilistics that can meet the overflow of my emotions. But I know she knows how grateful I am for her, for today. And I am making my mark in the cyberworld so I will always remember how special I am to her, and of course, she is to me.

Nine of Twenty-Six

Such strong words. Those from your text message ... they told me so much about us. Thank you. :) Let us continue to allow God to work in our friendship. ♥

Easter Egg

I rejoice for today, I celebrate the victory of my Lord - His victory over sin, over death, over the little old me. It's quite humbling actually, how Jesus chose to suffer, bleed and die for my sins. However, contrary to where most people dwell on, the Lord has conquered all these.

Pastor Bel's words during the message a while ago at the Sunrise Service of DCBC, struck me - Christ's suffering and death was what we did to Him; while His resurrection was what God did to Him. It also serves as a great reminder for me, of God's promise, that as His children we will be able to conquer sin and death because He already did so. It encourages me, that the Creator of heaven and earth promises victory over death ... how much more all the specks of hardships that come along our way?

So why an easter egg?

Apart from the which-comes-first-the-chicken-or-the-egg discussions, an egg is something I consider to be basic, as in the origin, the alpha of something. Come to think of it, it could be the end of something, too, considering the which-comes-first-the-chicken-or-the-egg argument. From an egg, you can have a multitude of possibilities to which it would grow to - a feathery, bipedal, warm-blooded vertebrate, or a scaly one, or an arthropod with chitinous exoskeleton, or even a human being. In short, an egg can actually mean life ... a start of it, to be more specific.

So again, why an easter egg?

Christ's resurrection was the proof that Jesus was God. It is the source of our confidence in His power to save us from our sins, as Christians. As what Pastor Bel pointed out earlier during the service, Jesus' death and resurrection are both equally important to the Christian faith. A question that can lead to choosing between the two would make it a wrong one. Either the person asking is just plain curious, ignorant, or he is setting you up to check your doctrine, as what Pastor Bel did to us. (Good thing I was confident with my answer. ^_^)

It is during easter that we greatly rejoice as Christians, more than Christmas, I suppose. We are reminded today that the faith we have in our Lord Jesus is true and not in vain, and that we look forward to His promise of an eternal life with Him.

So why an easter egg?

Easter symbolizes the start of a new beginning for the Christian - a beginning where all of the old self has been crucified with Christ on the cross, and a new self rises with Christ from the tomb. Jesus is alive. And we will be, too, when everything in this fleeting world of ours is dead and gone.

Oh how I delight in today's celebration, for I am reminded of how I have grown from an egg, to a Christian, assured of eternity with God and with His family, all because of His great love for me, and His great power over all things.

I praise God I am an easter egg, after all. Amen.

Actively Wait

As in do things other than wait for his heart and his mind to suck up the 10-week stench of this garbage dump of a situation we have ... which I'm sure the Lord, in His perfect time, will turn into precious treasure.