Archive for November, 2008

eSPi Looooooooove

Sunday, November 9th, 2008
Since not everyone will be able to see my Special Problem because I know most of you guys hate Math. Well, here is the acknowledgment part so everyone will be able to receive my taos-pusong pasasalamat.

eSPi Looooooooove

I believe there is no right or wrong time in acknowledging those who took part of my achievements, and I think it’s just about time to give thanks to all those who constantly trust and support me in my endeavors. This is to show my incessant gratitude for all those PEOPLE who took part of my accomplishments.

GOD. I know you’re not exactly a person but what the heck, thank you for proving your existence once again. You answered all my prayers and queries. Thank you for all the blessings and the people around me. All these for your glory!

TATAY and NANAY, whom I owe my life. I owe the huge part of who I am to the home you provided me and built together. I’m at a loss for words to express how grateful I am to have you as my parents. As in, really have you. I love you.

MY SIBS. For all the good and bad times. Gotta love ‘em.  For the very unusual ways of showing your love, care and affection. I looove you and you know it.

PROF. ROLANDO PANOPIO. I thank you for bringing back my lost love for math. For your invaluable support, continuous guidance and overflowing patience. Thank you Sir.

TITA LIT, ATE ZIGGY and KUYA BONG, KUYA OBET and ATE MEL, KUYA TON. I am forever thankful for the free enjoyable comfy  board & lodging and specially for the home(or is it heaven?) cooked meals whenever I’m at your home. And to my super cute pamangkins and inaanak; JANINE, NIKKI and LIANE. Thank you for the badminton, bike rides, ice cream, palengke galas and of course our kulitans. I feel like I return to my teenybopper days whenever I’m with you. Yihaaa!

UP CHI EPSILON SORORITY and UP EPSILON CHI FRATERNITY. Providing me the venue to share my skills and to learn from experiences, with your guidance, had been a big part of my maturity as an individual. You are the witnesses of my ups and downs, and I am glad that you were always there through thick and thin. Thank you for being that and more. My special thanks to the following sisses:

ATE JOY DELA CRUZ and EY ZABALLA. Grooviest and coolest oldies but always looking young sistahs. I couldn’t have handle EVERYTHING without you sisses. You’re the older sisters I never had. I so love you both.

PJ BLANCA. Granny Loka. For being my silent academic conscience during my I’m-oh-so-sleepy-days-and-nights. Thank you for being my counter ego in times of my selfishness, pep squad during my self doubt and love counselor/teacher. Love you sis.

ARLENE ASCANO. Madam Doña . You’re such a wonderful sis, thanks for being so kind and amiable! Miss the times, together with Pj, of our parang nasunugang mga bata sa grove paghahakot from sorohouse to my place for just an overnight stay. Hekhek… Love you always sis.

ELAINE VEGAFRIA. My gorgeous vice grand radian, my pangwhite castle girl sistah, my lifesaver. Thank you for the fun diliman/batangas experiences, all expense paid greenbelt and trinoma gimiks. Kaie and Elaine will always be the pretty pair, the dynamic duo and the terrible twosome. I love you as I always have.

TRINA APAYA. I-want-my-mommy-3na-banana-beybe. For the kakalorkey but always uber hilarious moments. For my newfound friends Emun (ayihi…), Peter and Glen. Thanks thanks thanks. =) I’m sooo freakin proud of what you’ve become! From the boisterous high schoolish college girl I’ve met, you are now a lady. Keep it up.  Love you too.

FAYME MAGALLANES. Ms sexy body, sama-anywhere sis, adopted housemate and head of Friday-nights-girls-club. For the Mr. and Ms. Phils. cheparness chikas. Thank you for helping me finish this. Yeba! B.S. Chem minor in Math. Kaw nang Goddess of Nerds! Ka-ching!

CARLA SERRANO. My alter ego sistah.  Wish to find my Ray Neptune too. Heehee… For sharing your mala-your-song-slash-mmk love story and for the companionship during my soloista days at unit 20. Thank you. Love you sis

SIPNAYAN. My forever and ever blockies. Thank you for the unforgettable ultimate college bonding memories: group studies, freedom park tambay, NAC trippings/amazing race, movie marathons, overnight swimmings, tag-of-videoke-microphone, manila zoo adventure and kung anik-anik pang napagiisip nating galas. Love you guys. =) =)

MOWDEL EYB, CHEN CUTIE, GORGEOUS JESSIE, HOTNESS LEO and ODING SEXY. Thank you for taking care of your slow naïve little gerl. ;) Thank you. For the SUPER DUPER cool nightouts too. Twas a lot of fun.

GLEN MIRANDA. Este Jeff este Glen pala talaga. =p You saved my ass big time. Thank you for generously lending me your lapytopy. Almost finished farm frenzy in a day. Haha! Beat that. Oooops! Manus break equals farm frenzy otei… Hahaha!

TPS FRIENDS. For still being there for me since our preparatory school days. I always look forward to our reunions every break. Congrats dres for our well-maintained friendships that will last up until our grandma and grandpa days. Mushy… Heehee… Love you lots. See you all soon. =)

“What is most difficult is also the most rewarding and the most satisfying.”

The Creepy Mr. Pablo Banila

Saturday, November 8th, 2008
***Reposted from my multiply blog
I was taken aback when I saw my friend Marc’s link about this on my inbox the other day. I remember that Pablo Banila name due to his very irritating visits on my page.  I know a lot who also has the same problem with him thats why I copied this. So for all my friends who also asks the same questions. Here’s an article we can relate to.

Who in the world is Pablo Banila?
By Bianca Consunji
Philippine Daily Inquirer

HE began as a series of mysterious avatars popping up on my Multiply viewing history. He didn’t bother me at first, because I was used to friendly strangers visiting my site. But when he began visiting on an almost daily basis—and under different usernames, although with the same avatar—I started to wonder who in the world was Pablo Banila.

Visits to his websites offered no clue. His avatar showed a creepy-looking guy with matted chin-length hair (think Severus Snape from Harry Potter) and a flashing sign that read, “Pablo Banila has a crush on you! That’s why he visited your website!”

That would have been almost flattering had I not already known that he had visited the websites of at least a hundred other people—all under different usernames and the same annoying avatar. He also has a dotcom, www.pablobanila.com, but it offers no clues, only rambling passages of text and close-up photos of himself.

People started complaining. “Please get a life, you pervert,” wrote one girl in her blog, after listing down his many usernames—pablobanila, ppaabblloobanila, rainbowinmycoffee, carrotperfume, laughingmankuze, edwardward, blackbetweenthestars, theblackbetweenthestars, etc. People left similar comments on that entry, saying, “OMG he viewed me too!” or “He views mine too, it’s so creepy!”

Others chimed in, “He views me every other day, more often than I check my own Multiply site,” while guys posted nervous comments like, “He checks me out too, and I’m a boy.”

So far, his visits to sites have been harmless (all he does is view homepages; he doesn’t leave comments), but creepy—there’s just no other word for it. Attempts to discover his identity have so far been futile. But identity aside, what everyone wants to know is, how does he find time to check out all those Multiply pages?

Is Pablo Banila actually a team of high school kids with nothing better to do?

Is Pablo Banila actually a group of college students doing a psychology research project for their thesis?

Is Pablo Banila a new Internet virus?

Is Pablo Banila actually just the government looking for suspected terrorists by combing through the pages of unsuspecting Multiply users?

Is Pablo Banila merely the victim of pranksters who are out to get him?

Or is Pablo Banila just really a sad person with no friends and nothing better to do?

In any case, Multiply users are waiting for an answer. But until then, Pablo Banila continues to stalk our websites—and our nightmares.