I hate to make another blog post trying to redeem myself for not posting for so long, another entry filled with sentiments of toxicity and excuses for not having the time, energy or motivation to write - none of these things for now. The task is not to write an entry for the world to ponder on, but to record a reflection for the blogger to contemplate.
I've long ago established that I express myself well in writing. I may have abandoned this so-understood asset, but apparently these kind of ideas never change. I've said many times that I write especially under the influence of strong emotion. Maybe this is one of those moments when merely staring at the ceiling is not enough, not even a good conversation with a friend would suffice. It's time to write it down.
I've spent the past three hours retracing my childhood. Back then I was the "it" girl. I was, in my opinion, the most amazing child to walk the earth. I believed I could sing, dance, act, declaim and all the other options a child is asked to perform when young. I believed I was cute, pretty and that I had a chance to be Ms. Universe. Blame it on my wonderful parents, but like it or not I came to believe that I was amazing, thus giving me a concoction of ego and self-esteem.
To say whether that was a good or bad notion is out of the question. On one hand I did have a lot of air in my head. I was the worst self-righteous brat on the street. In another light, however, that same feeling of achievement and appreciation gave me a lot of self-esteem. Throughout my grade school years I believed I could do anything, that I could rule the world and be whoever I wanted to be.
And then I grew up.
This time, I more or less know how to gauge the truth of things. Apparently, I'm not the prettiest girl you would see. Boys don't turn their heads in my direction, nor do boyfriends give me the double-take while holding hands with their girlfriends. Not that I want that image, but my point is that I'm not necessarily gifted with good looks.
Lacking still is my talent. I used to think I was the best drawer, singer and dancer on the planet. My artistic skills, in truth and in essence, have remained dormant all these years, ceasing to develop at the point where I left off. People don't give me standing ovations for my song numbers, nor does anyone comment that my voice is even worth a shower song. And dancing? Most people in the world would rather not use "dancing" and my name in the same sentence. I think they'd call it disturbing.
Realizing these things wasn't so bad. I got to know myself more. And besides, at that time, though I never admitted it, I actually enjoyed being on the honor roll. I did everything in my power to be the best, to be on top. No exam, quiz or project was allowed to go by me without that touch of excellence. It is a feather in my cap.
And so it came to be that I was more famous for the grades I got from school. Sure, I liked that. It gave me attention, motivation, and right now I realized it gave me identity. Here was a girl who thrived on excellence, who settled for nothing but the best and always got it.
Then came college. When striving for the best doesn't always give the best to you, when sacrifice and service doesn't always guarantee fulfillment, and when each day of your life is like a race through time, trying to drag yourself through it all. Needless to say, I'm not the "it" girl anymore. Of course, it isn't really that big a deal, but I figured I really did get disappointed in myself. This is why I'm grade-conscious. To others it may be merely adding records to your transcript, but to my insecure soul it's trying to protect the one thing I've known myself to be. I know that when I lose that, I lose myself.
One way or another, I've learnt to deal with the fact that I'm losing grip of my past identity, but now I have the dilemma of learning who I really am. What fallback do I have? When people ask about me, they usually know me from the honors I've received. Inevitably, every one takes you in high regard, treats you like an idol. Many times I can't help but stop myself from correcting wrong notions.
Without the grades, the medals or the certificates, who am I, really? What can I do? And more importantly, what role can I play in other people's lives? Sure, I may be kind, people may love me as I am, but I can't help but think if a difference would be made if I was out of the picture.
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Friday, February 24, 2012
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Birthday Bonanza
Yeaaaaaayyyy.
Andaming may birthday! Haha.
One, two, three and....
I feel like making a blog tribute. Haha.
Hulaan niyo para kanino?
Andaming may birthday! Haha.
One, two, three and....
Belated Happy Birthday OLIVER LORENZO FERRANCULLO FELISILDA! (June 3)
Miss na kita! Bumalik ka na. Haha.
Belated Happy Birthday Kuya RAYMOND ANTHONY MASAMAYOR RELOVA a.k.a. KUYA RYAN! (June 6)
I miss you so much Kuya! Hope to see you soon. :)
Happy Birthday ARVIEL VELASQUEZ DELA CRUZ! (June 7)
Miss na kita! Libre mo ako!
and of course...
Happy Birthday EMMANUEL ROBERTO VISARRA MASAMAYOR a.k.a. Dad! (June 7)
You don't know how much I want to see you right now. I really, really miss you. I love you, Dad.
Miss na kita! Bumalik ka na. Haha.
Belated Happy Birthday Kuya RAYMOND ANTHONY MASAMAYOR RELOVA a.k.a. KUYA RYAN! (June 6)
I miss you so much Kuya! Hope to see you soon. :)
Happy Birthday ARVIEL VELASQUEZ DELA CRUZ! (June 7)
Miss na kita! Libre mo ako!
and of course...
Happy Birthday EMMANUEL ROBERTO VISARRA MASAMAYOR a.k.a. Dad! (June 7)
You don't know how much I want to see you right now. I really, really miss you. I love you, Dad.
I feel like making a blog tribute. Haha.
Hulaan niyo para kanino?
EMMANUEL ROBERTO VISARRA MASAMAYOR
My father. My guide. My REAL first love.
My father. My guide. My REAL first love.
It isn't a secret to many that this great man, my biological father, died when I was five years old. By that time, I was not yet capable of grasping the fact that I lost a father. People tell me that I was even playing around, smiling for pictures. It wasn't until I grew old enough that it finally hit me: Dad's gone, and he's not coming back.
Throughout the course of my life, throughout the 12 years I've lived without him, people have been telling me a lot about him, and each time they tell me, I can't help but wish he lived long enough for me to realize how great a man I have for a father.
Dad was a priest. He said mass for one year, however learned that he really didn't find his calling in being a priest. He got out of the priesthood. Mommy even says there's a copy of a kind of permission notice by Pope John Paul II. She says it's lying somewhere around here. I haven't seen it yet, though,
Dad managed to land a job as advertising manager for WG&A Shipping Lines. This is where he met my mom. And the rest, well, let's just say I was officially introduced into the world. XD
They say I acquired my Dad's eyes, brown and round, as well as his nose, and well, his height. Haha. Mnay people comment that I'm a perfect morph of my parents.
Dad was a very quiet person from what I've gathered from my five-year experience with him. I hate to admit it but I don't really remember his voice that much. However, despite the apparent silence, he had a great many friends. The funeral was jam-packed with loving relatives and friends. A lot of people think he's prone to anger, when in truth he really isn't. He had a lot of friends because he was a really good friend himself. That's one lesson I'll be carrying for the rest of my life.
He was also a terrific boss. Many of his past officemates say that he wasn't the kind of person who would go ballistic over the simplest mistake or fire people out of nowhere. No. He was the kind who would calmly correct people without leaving them with the feeling of intense embarrassment. He was also exceptionally kind to all our household help that time. He would even give them money to watch a movie on their days off.
Dad was also a guitar-player. Sometimes I wish he would teach me how to play. He was also a very wide reader. His collection of books remains here at home. I've always planned on reading the books he read but I never quite got to doing that, but his collection is more than enough for me to believe that he really was fond of reading.
Dad was quite the writer. Many people describe his writing as spontaneous, lively and well, beautiful. I used to nod at this in amazement of how wonderful a writer he must be for people to say such good things about his style of writing. Very recently though, I was able to feast my eyes on tangible proof of his greatness. It turns out Mommy compiled all the letters that Dad sent her. Cellular phones hardly existed before and people mostly used pagers and beepers. Since the nature of Dad's work had him away from home at times, he wrote letters to Mommy. He was a very detailed writer, from what I have gathered. He wrote every single detail of his travels in pure English. He even talked about he felt bad when his favorite PBA team lost. I didn't have the time to read all the letters, but among them was the epilogue he had written for his own mother's funeral. It was a lovely account of how his mother lived. Dad really was a great writer. "Myth confirmed" Disclaimer: I am watching Mythbusters videos on Youtube as I write.
Speaking of PBA, Dad was an ultimate fan of basketball. I remember the times he used to take all of us to Cuneta Astrodome to watch the games. I remember nights when it would be just the two of us in the room. It was either we were watching Disney movies, comedy sitcoms or basketball games. When he was in the seminary, short as he was, he was the coach of theri basketball team.
As I mentioned earlier, he was an advertising manager. He was in charge of all those designs and stuff for the company, and my was he good at it. He created such lovely designs for T-shirts, mugs, logos and the like. Photoshop didn't really exist that time so he used Adobe Pagemaker and at home, his pen and paper. I used to watch him do his designs. He is incredible. His left hand just simply swoops over paper and creates drawings just like that. One reason I love dolphins is that I often recall watching Dad draw dolphins to create logos for the company. Dad was, in fact, the person who taught me how to draw, and I'm starting to regret not carrying on with this passion that we used to share.
But what most people hardly fail to say (and I don't think it's just because they're talking to me) is that Dad had one weakness: Me. A lot of people always tell me how much my father loved me. My parents almost lost me once. Mommy bled once during her pregnancy. That could have been the end of me. Ever since I came into this world, Dad did all he could to show how much he loved me. He would give me all the best. Ever since I was born, I was always included in Dad's letters to Mommy. He made sure I had great clothes, great toys, great everything. I had a full closet of clother, an Imelda-like array of shoes and a room cluttered with my toys or at least, remnants of them. His usually slow-to-anger nature would be crippled if he found out anything happened to me. He made sure everyone in the house spoke English so I would get used to the language. He would be afraid of the slightest scars and even birthmarks that I used to have because he thought I wouldn't be "Ms. Universe" anymore (something I always laugh about these days.) When he would go out of the country, he would buy me toys. Mommy recalls of the time that he carried a really big Donald Duck stuffed toy on the plane like a little kid. To this day, Donald Duck is still here.
Sad to say, I wasn't really the most appreciative daughter in the world back then. My father's constant love kind of spoiled me one way or another. Even I sometimes can't believe how bad a girl I was. There would be times that he would buy me toys I wouldn't like and I would be steaming mad, slamming doors, throwing stuff around, throwing a tantrum in short. Surprisingly, Dad revealed in one of his letters that my tantrums were one of the things he missed about me. I also would not appreciate clothes or shoes. Being a kid and all, all I cared about was toys. I'm sure I hurt my father's feelings a couple of times with these antics of mine.
Dad had a lot of health problems, too. By the time Mommy met him, he already experienced mild strokes. He had diabetes, hypertension, and all the other complications that came with it. Dad was hospitalized September of 1997. Being the kid that I was, I hardly noticed how serious that was. We played in the hospital. I would act like a Queen and Dad would be the King.
I still remember the day Dad collapsed, was brought to the ICU, and eventually died on the 4th of October, 1997. I was in a blue dress that time, the same dress I had worn for my 5th birthday. We had chicken for lunch. For some reason I was having one of my tantrums, and Mommy was scolding me. Dad said that I should not be scolded, since I was only a child.
I went to the bathroom when I suddenly heard Mommy scream and drop a tray of utensils. Next thing I knew I was staring at doctors and nurses rushing back and forth into the room.
Like I said, Dad died, and I hardly realized that.
After he died, Mommy and I would sometimes pretend we could call him in heaven using my toy telephone. We would take turns talking to him on the phone that time. That was fun, even if it was all make-believe. I'd like to try that again sometime.
It's a known fact that one of my favorite movies is The Lion King. Everyone says that every time the cartoon gets to the part when Mufasa dies, I cry. I used to think this happened after Dad's death, which would explain such action as some kind of psychological outlet. But I just found out that all this crying about Mufasa started before Dad's death, meaning ever since I started watching it on tape, I would cry whenever Simba found Mufasa dead. This struck me as some kind of foreshadowing that's often employed in literature. I never thought it could ever be true.
Today, Dad is supposed to be 61 years old. I sometimes think about what life would be like if Dad was still here. He would have played basketball with me. He would have taught me how to draw like he did. He would have taught me how to play the guitar. He could have been the one who attended my graduation. He could have helped me work on my speech and practice it with me. He would have been the first to read the draft. He would have watched all my school presentations. He would have videotaped every single one, photographed every slight movement I would make. He would watch movies with me and recommend books to me.
But I know he's just somewhere there. I know he'll never stop watching over me. He always has. It was hard when I realized I lost Dad, but everything happens for a reason we cannot comprehend at the moment. I still miss Dad, but I wouldn't have had things turn out any other way. I'm happy where I am now.
I'm happy to have a mom who braved time and distance to make ends meet.
I'm happy to have a stepfather who loves me like his own, never mistreating me in any way.
I'm happy to have a stepbrother who taught me that not all people are like me, and I have to learn how to live with that. If it wasn't for Gerald, I would never have learned to cope with different types of personalities. I'll always love him for that, no matter how many short fights we get into.
I'm happy to have a Dad who'll always watch over me even if I can't see him. He's always been there, I know that. I feel that.
And I'm happy that I have a God who constructed my life so beautifully, giving me blessings I don't even think I deserve, giving me trials and heartaches whenever I need them, never giving them to me without a specific purpose. :D
The Lord wants this for me. And I trust Him.
------
Dad, thanks for always being there for me. I'm sorry if I was not the perfect daughter that you deserved when you were still alive. I'm glad I have a father like you, not just because you can do a lot of things and people say good things about you. Above all that, I'm happy because you love me so much. It feels so good knowing someone loves you that much. I want to give you a hug, a kiss and tell you how much I love you too. I hope I grow up to be the daughter you can be proud of, to fulfill the dream you always had for me - well, minus the Ms. Universe part, of course. Haha. I love you Dad. Happy birthday. :D
Throughout the course of my life, throughout the 12 years I've lived without him, people have been telling me a lot about him, and each time they tell me, I can't help but wish he lived long enough for me to realize how great a man I have for a father.
Dad was a priest. He said mass for one year, however learned that he really didn't find his calling in being a priest. He got out of the priesthood. Mommy even says there's a copy of a kind of permission notice by Pope John Paul II. She says it's lying somewhere around here. I haven't seen it yet, though,
Dad managed to land a job as advertising manager for WG&A Shipping Lines. This is where he met my mom. And the rest, well, let's just say I was officially introduced into the world. XD
They say I acquired my Dad's eyes, brown and round, as well as his nose, and well, his height. Haha. Mnay people comment that I'm a perfect morph of my parents.
Dad was a very quiet person from what I've gathered from my five-year experience with him. I hate to admit it but I don't really remember his voice that much. However, despite the apparent silence, he had a great many friends. The funeral was jam-packed with loving relatives and friends. A lot of people think he's prone to anger, when in truth he really isn't. He had a lot of friends because he was a really good friend himself. That's one lesson I'll be carrying for the rest of my life.
He was also a terrific boss. Many of his past officemates say that he wasn't the kind of person who would go ballistic over the simplest mistake or fire people out of nowhere. No. He was the kind who would calmly correct people without leaving them with the feeling of intense embarrassment. He was also exceptionally kind to all our household help that time. He would even give them money to watch a movie on their days off.
Dad was also a guitar-player. Sometimes I wish he would teach me how to play. He was also a very wide reader. His collection of books remains here at home. I've always planned on reading the books he read but I never quite got to doing that, but his collection is more than enough for me to believe that he really was fond of reading.
Dad was quite the writer. Many people describe his writing as spontaneous, lively and well, beautiful. I used to nod at this in amazement of how wonderful a writer he must be for people to say such good things about his style of writing. Very recently though, I was able to feast my eyes on tangible proof of his greatness. It turns out Mommy compiled all the letters that Dad sent her. Cellular phones hardly existed before and people mostly used pagers and beepers. Since the nature of Dad's work had him away from home at times, he wrote letters to Mommy. He was a very detailed writer, from what I have gathered. He wrote every single detail of his travels in pure English. He even talked about he felt bad when his favorite PBA team lost. I didn't have the time to read all the letters, but among them was the epilogue he had written for his own mother's funeral. It was a lovely account of how his mother lived. Dad really was a great writer. "Myth confirmed" Disclaimer: I am watching Mythbusters videos on Youtube as I write.
Speaking of PBA, Dad was an ultimate fan of basketball. I remember the times he used to take all of us to Cuneta Astrodome to watch the games. I remember nights when it would be just the two of us in the room. It was either we were watching Disney movies, comedy sitcoms or basketball games. When he was in the seminary, short as he was, he was the coach of theri basketball team.
As I mentioned earlier, he was an advertising manager. He was in charge of all those designs and stuff for the company, and my was he good at it. He created such lovely designs for T-shirts, mugs, logos and the like. Photoshop didn't really exist that time so he used Adobe Pagemaker and at home, his pen and paper. I used to watch him do his designs. He is incredible. His left hand just simply swoops over paper and creates drawings just like that. One reason I love dolphins is that I often recall watching Dad draw dolphins to create logos for the company. Dad was, in fact, the person who taught me how to draw, and I'm starting to regret not carrying on with this passion that we used to share.
But what most people hardly fail to say (and I don't think it's just because they're talking to me) is that Dad had one weakness: Me. A lot of people always tell me how much my father loved me. My parents almost lost me once. Mommy bled once during her pregnancy. That could have been the end of me. Ever since I came into this world, Dad did all he could to show how much he loved me. He would give me all the best. Ever since I was born, I was always included in Dad's letters to Mommy. He made sure I had great clothes, great toys, great everything. I had a full closet of clother, an Imelda-like array of shoes and a room cluttered with my toys or at least, remnants of them. His usually slow-to-anger nature would be crippled if he found out anything happened to me. He made sure everyone in the house spoke English so I would get used to the language. He would be afraid of the slightest scars and even birthmarks that I used to have because he thought I wouldn't be "Ms. Universe" anymore (something I always laugh about these days.) When he would go out of the country, he would buy me toys. Mommy recalls of the time that he carried a really big Donald Duck stuffed toy on the plane like a little kid. To this day, Donald Duck is still here.
Sad to say, I wasn't really the most appreciative daughter in the world back then. My father's constant love kind of spoiled me one way or another. Even I sometimes can't believe how bad a girl I was. There would be times that he would buy me toys I wouldn't like and I would be steaming mad, slamming doors, throwing stuff around, throwing a tantrum in short. Surprisingly, Dad revealed in one of his letters that my tantrums were one of the things he missed about me. I also would not appreciate clothes or shoes. Being a kid and all, all I cared about was toys. I'm sure I hurt my father's feelings a couple of times with these antics of mine.
Dad had a lot of health problems, too. By the time Mommy met him, he already experienced mild strokes. He had diabetes, hypertension, and all the other complications that came with it. Dad was hospitalized September of 1997. Being the kid that I was, I hardly noticed how serious that was. We played in the hospital. I would act like a Queen and Dad would be the King.
I still remember the day Dad collapsed, was brought to the ICU, and eventually died on the 4th of October, 1997. I was in a blue dress that time, the same dress I had worn for my 5th birthday. We had chicken for lunch. For some reason I was having one of my tantrums, and Mommy was scolding me. Dad said that I should not be scolded, since I was only a child.
I went to the bathroom when I suddenly heard Mommy scream and drop a tray of utensils. Next thing I knew I was staring at doctors and nurses rushing back and forth into the room.
Like I said, Dad died, and I hardly realized that.
After he died, Mommy and I would sometimes pretend we could call him in heaven using my toy telephone. We would take turns talking to him on the phone that time. That was fun, even if it was all make-believe. I'd like to try that again sometime.
It's a known fact that one of my favorite movies is The Lion King. Everyone says that every time the cartoon gets to the part when Mufasa dies, I cry. I used to think this happened after Dad's death, which would explain such action as some kind of psychological outlet. But I just found out that all this crying about Mufasa started before Dad's death, meaning ever since I started watching it on tape, I would cry whenever Simba found Mufasa dead. This struck me as some kind of foreshadowing that's often employed in literature. I never thought it could ever be true.
Today, Dad is supposed to be 61 years old. I sometimes think about what life would be like if Dad was still here. He would have played basketball with me. He would have taught me how to draw like he did. He would have taught me how to play the guitar. He could have been the one who attended my graduation. He could have helped me work on my speech and practice it with me. He would have been the first to read the draft. He would have watched all my school presentations. He would have videotaped every single one, photographed every slight movement I would make. He would watch movies with me and recommend books to me.
But I know he's just somewhere there. I know he'll never stop watching over me. He always has. It was hard when I realized I lost Dad, but everything happens for a reason we cannot comprehend at the moment. I still miss Dad, but I wouldn't have had things turn out any other way. I'm happy where I am now.
I'm happy to have a mom who braved time and distance to make ends meet.
I'm happy to have a stepfather who loves me like his own, never mistreating me in any way.
I'm happy to have a stepbrother who taught me that not all people are like me, and I have to learn how to live with that. If it wasn't for Gerald, I would never have learned to cope with different types of personalities. I'll always love him for that, no matter how many short fights we get into.
I'm happy to have a Dad who'll always watch over me even if I can't see him. He's always been there, I know that. I feel that.
And I'm happy that I have a God who constructed my life so beautifully, giving me blessings I don't even think I deserve, giving me trials and heartaches whenever I need them, never giving them to me without a specific purpose. :D
The Lord wants this for me. And I trust Him.
------
Dad, thanks for always being there for me. I'm sorry if I was not the perfect daughter that you deserved when you were still alive. I'm glad I have a father like you, not just because you can do a lot of things and people say good things about you. Above all that, I'm happy because you love me so much. It feels so good knowing someone loves you that much. I want to give you a hug, a kiss and tell you how much I love you too. I hope I grow up to be the daughter you can be proud of, to fulfill the dream you always had for me - well, minus the Ms. Universe part, of course. Haha. I love you Dad. Happy birthday. :D
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Malas? Haha
Dahil napagod ako kahapon, magtatagalog ako. Yehey.
Super pagod ako kahapon. Eh bakit nga ba ako umalis kahapon? Haha.
Una, para isubmit yung request for Form137 ko for UP. Haha.
Pangalawa, para kunin ang yearbook ko sa aking grade school alma mater.
Pangatlo, para bisitahin ang aming best friend na si Karla
Pang-apat, para samahan si Lhannie na bayaran ang kanyang ID pic sa UPD
Panlima, dapat, para mag Rob. Haha.
Ikekwento ko lang naman kung paanong hindi natuloy LAHAT nang iyan. Haha.
So, umalis ako ng bahay nang mga 6:30 AM dahil ang usapan namin ni Lhannie 8AM sa Masci. Dahil Monday kahapon, wala akong choice kundi mag-standing sa bus. Hayup ansikip. Grabe. Nung magbabayad na ako sa conductor, nahirapan akong hugutin ang pera ko kaya nilagay ko muna yung envelope na dala ko (ang laman nun ay request for form137 namin ni lean, nursing pamphlet ko at FORM5 ko).
Nakatayo lang ako at hinihintay na dumating na sa Masci ang bus nang bigla na lamang bumagal yung takbo ng bus. Na-feel ko na nasiraan kami at nataranta ako. Nung pinababa kami, bumaba naman ako. Malamang. Haha.
Dapat, San Agustin na bus pa rin sakyan ko para di na ako magbabayad ulit. Pero sa kamamadali ko iba na lang sinakyan ko. Eh di relaxed na ako kasi ok na. Pag dating ko naman ng Taft inisip ko kung nadala ko ba yung request for Form137 ni Lhannie. Doon ko na-realize nang bonggang-bongga na NAIWAN KO YUNG ENVELOPE SA BUS.
Nagpanic ako at muntik umiyak. Hello! FORM 5 KO ANDUN! Pag dating ko nang Masci kung tinext ko si Mama Eden para hanapin number ng San Agustin Bus liner. Tinawagan ko si Dencio (na tulog pa nun) para hanapin sa internet. Tinawagan ko rin si Miguel (tulog din non) para tignan yung mga bus ticket na nasa kanya kung may number ba.
O diba andami kong ginulo? Haha.
Dumating na si Lhannie at sinamahan niya ako sa Lawton Park'n'Ride para magtanong. Tinanungan ko yung dispatcher ng San Agustin. Tinawagan niya kung sinuman ang tinawagan niya para kunin yung envelope ko. Phew. Sobrang relieved ako.
Eh di naghintay kami ni Lhannie NANG SOBRANG TAGAL. Haha. Antagal talaga. Mukhang napansin kami ng mga conductor kaya kinausap kami. Eto mga hayup na conversations:
Conductor: Matagal pa yun! Sa Tagaytay pa 'yun (wehh..) Sakay na kayo dun samin o!
Ella: Ay, wag na po. Antayin na lang po namin. Wala na rin kaming pera.
Conductor: Okey lang 'yun. Maganda naman kayo eh. Libre na.
Conductor: Taga-san ba kayo?
Ella: Maynila po siya (turo kay Lean), Imus po ako
Conductor: (Tingin kay Lean) Kaya pala maganda, taga-Maynila eh
So pangit ako? Haha.
Anyway. Dapat din kasama sa lakad namin si Jonah. Pero dahil nga sa accident ko, di na namin siya naabutan. Sabi pa ni Lean wala siyang phone.
It turns out "hiniram" niya ang phone ng kanyang ina. Tinawagan pa niya kami galing bahay niya. Nang dumating na rin ang envelope sa wakas, nagkita na kami nina Jonah. Pupunta na dapat kami ng Masci para isubmit ung request forms namin kaso lang...
SABI NI JONAH WALA SI SIR ADAMS.
Grr. Kaya nag-jeep kami papuntang Faura. Nag-jeep ulit kami papuntang OB.
Nakatutuwa si Lean. Parang bawat dinadaanan namin tinatanong niya kung nasaan kami. Haha. Tour?
Nakarating na kami nang OB. May renovation na ginagawa. Papasok na sana kami kaso nakita namin naka-post s agate na...
ALL OFFICES CLOSED ON MAY 18 AND 19 DUE TO PERSONNEL DEVELOPMENT DAY.
Nagtanong pa ako sa kanila, "May 18 ba ngayon?"
Parang natawa na lang kami sa sobrang malas ng araw.
Pumunta kami sa katabing Pizza Hut dahil gutom na kami. Bumili kami ng regular sized Pan Pizza at pinagtawanan ang mga pangyayari.
DAHIL WALA NANG ORAS DI NA KAMI TUMULOY KILA KARLA.
Next stop: UPD.
So nag-FX kaming apat papuntang UPD galing Masci. Hayun. Antagal. Nagpa-music nalang ako. BUTI NALANG DALA KO ANG AKING HEADSET. Phew.
Pagbaba ng FX, nag-jeep kami papasok ng UP.
Anlayo ng binabaan namin. Huhu. Anlayo ng nilakad namin. Nagkalituhan pa kung asan ang OUR. Hayyy.
Hayun. nakarating na kami sa OUR. Magbabayad na sana si Lhannie kaso...
CLOSED DAW ANG CASHIER TUWING MONDAY.
Jonah: "Sige Lhannie bumalik ka pag Monday ah?"
Hahahahaha.
So nilakad na naman namin yung sobrang layo para makasakay ng jeep pabalik nang Philcoa. Dito ako super napagod na. Grabe. Siguro papayat talaga ako kung nag-UPD ako. Haha.
So nakasakay na rin ng jeep na antagal din mapuno. Nang makababa ng Philcoa nag-bus kami.
Bumaba si Jonah sa Blumentrtitt, ako sa Lawton, the rest sa Faura.
Soundtrip ulit.
Ay, oo nga pala. DAHIL WALA NANG ORAS AT TINETEXT NA AKO NI MAMA EDEN, DI NA KAMI NAG-ROB.
Pagdating sa Lawton, dala ng uhaw bumili ako ng Zagu Mocha. Haha. Kaya ayun. Pag baba ko ng bus wala na akong pera para sa tricycle. Dahil low on funds, nag-jeep na lang ako pauwi.
Pagdating ko sa bahay, dumating sina Uncle Homer and family para matulog dito sa bahay. Yehey. Andmaing tao. Haha. Kumain ako at shinare ko ang aking araw.
Nag-soundtrip ulit ako sa kwarto at nag-isip. Dalawa actually ang choices ko sa araw na iyon. Una, ay ang nangyari. Pangalawa ay samahan si Ate Madel papuntang UPLB (first time niya pumunta mag-isa galing Cavite) para asikasuhin ang kanyang DOST account.
Dumating si Ate Madel. MINALAS DIN ANG ARAW NIYA. Grabe
Ang haba ng kwento niya kaya eto nalang:
1. Naubusan ng gas ang sinasakyan niyang van.
2. Di niya alam kung san tumugil yung van
3. Hinuhulaan niya ang mga binababaan niya
4. Pinagsabihan siya ng driver ng jeep dahil bababa sana siya sa bawal. Haha.
5. Kulang dala niyang requirements
6. Nagpa-photocopy siya, pagbalik niya naka-alis na ang officer ng DOST. Pinapunta na lang siya sa office na malayo pa rin.
7. Malayo-layo ang tinakbo at nilakad niya.
8. Na-submit niya requirements niya 2 minutes bago magsara ang Office ng DOST.
O dba. Mag-pinsan talaga kami.
Haha, Pagod akong umuwi sa bahay.
Ayan, nakwento ko na. Mag-eenglish na ako.
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I think God is trying to tell me something by giving me such a day. When things like these happen, I try to look on the bright side and decide that if something bad happens, something good is about to be coming. But in days like those, it's hard to come up with good stuff, right?
But then again, other people have gone through worse days. This day may have been miniscule to people who've experienced major tragedies and calamities. If I start complaining about days like these, I can't be any stronger for tougher problems.
So, I decided that if something bad happens, something good is coming up too. It may not be of the same magnitude as whatever misfortune occurred, but I guess it's a matter of how you look at it.
In fact, as bad as the day may have gone, I actually felt happy about it. When things go bad as they did yesterday, you can't help but just be amused at it. That's what we all did. We kept laughing at whatever happened. It would be no use to sulk anyway.
So, let's all keep looking on the bright side. Sometimes it may seem like such a side of life doesn't exist. But I guess all we have to do is blink again, adjust our eyes, and see the light. :)
Just for kicks, I want to share what good stuff happened yesterday:
1. My cousins stayed over and we had an awesome time with each other.
2. Ate Madel and I played on our cousins' Nintendo DS (French lessons)
3. I was with friends I wouldn't trade the entire world for.
4. I had an aweosme time commuting around.
5. I now have a hands-on experience of what it feels like to lose something on the bus.
6. Nakakain ako ng Pizza Hut (trivial, but I simply enjoy it)
7. Nakita ko ang OB. Good enough
8. May mga nakita akong Mascians and teachers sa school
9. Nakainom ako ng Zagu! Yeay.
10. Nagsoundtrip ako. Ang galing ni Lord, usually di ko naman dinadala headset ko peor kahapon dala ko.
11. Siguro naman marami-raming calories ang na-burn ko sa kakalakad db? Haha.
12. Nakita ko si Mark San juan sa KFC. Miss ko na yun.
Pag may naisip pa ako, dagdagan ko. Haha.
Byeeeeee
I can't say I love you right now...
Super pagod ako kahapon. Eh bakit nga ba ako umalis kahapon? Haha.
Una, para isubmit yung request for Form137 ko for UP. Haha.
Pangalawa, para kunin ang yearbook ko sa aking grade school alma mater.
Pangatlo, para bisitahin ang aming best friend na si Karla
Pang-apat, para samahan si Lhannie na bayaran ang kanyang ID pic sa UPD
Panlima, dapat, para mag Rob. Haha.
Ikekwento ko lang naman kung paanong hindi natuloy LAHAT nang iyan. Haha.
So, umalis ako ng bahay nang mga 6:30 AM dahil ang usapan namin ni Lhannie 8AM sa Masci. Dahil Monday kahapon, wala akong choice kundi mag-standing sa bus. Hayup ansikip. Grabe. Nung magbabayad na ako sa conductor, nahirapan akong hugutin ang pera ko kaya nilagay ko muna yung envelope na dala ko (ang laman nun ay request for form137 namin ni lean, nursing pamphlet ko at FORM5 ko).
Nakatayo lang ako at hinihintay na dumating na sa Masci ang bus nang bigla na lamang bumagal yung takbo ng bus. Na-feel ko na nasiraan kami at nataranta ako. Nung pinababa kami, bumaba naman ako. Malamang. Haha.
Dapat, San Agustin na bus pa rin sakyan ko para di na ako magbabayad ulit. Pero sa kamamadali ko iba na lang sinakyan ko. Eh di relaxed na ako kasi ok na. Pag dating ko naman ng Taft inisip ko kung nadala ko ba yung request for Form137 ni Lhannie. Doon ko na-realize nang bonggang-bongga na NAIWAN KO YUNG ENVELOPE SA BUS.
Nagpanic ako at muntik umiyak. Hello! FORM 5 KO ANDUN! Pag dating ko nang Masci kung tinext ko si Mama Eden para hanapin number ng San Agustin Bus liner. Tinawagan ko si Dencio (na tulog pa nun) para hanapin sa internet. Tinawagan ko rin si Miguel (tulog din non) para tignan yung mga bus ticket na nasa kanya kung may number ba.
O diba andami kong ginulo? Haha.
Dumating na si Lhannie at sinamahan niya ako sa Lawton Park'n'Ride para magtanong. Tinanungan ko yung dispatcher ng San Agustin. Tinawagan niya kung sinuman ang tinawagan niya para kunin yung envelope ko. Phew. Sobrang relieved ako.
Eh di naghintay kami ni Lhannie NANG SOBRANG TAGAL. Haha. Antagal talaga. Mukhang napansin kami ng mga conductor kaya kinausap kami. Eto mga hayup na conversations:
Conductor: Matagal pa yun! Sa Tagaytay pa 'yun (wehh..) Sakay na kayo dun samin o!
Ella: Ay, wag na po. Antayin na lang po namin. Wala na rin kaming pera.
Conductor: Okey lang 'yun. Maganda naman kayo eh. Libre na.
Conductor: Taga-san ba kayo?
Ella: Maynila po siya (turo kay Lean), Imus po ako
Conductor: (Tingin kay Lean) Kaya pala maganda, taga-Maynila eh
So pangit ako? Haha.
Anyway. Dapat din kasama sa lakad namin si Jonah. Pero dahil nga sa accident ko, di na namin siya naabutan. Sabi pa ni Lean wala siyang phone.
It turns out "hiniram" niya ang phone ng kanyang ina. Tinawagan pa niya kami galing bahay niya. Nang dumating na rin ang envelope sa wakas, nagkita na kami nina Jonah. Pupunta na dapat kami ng Masci para isubmit ung request forms namin kaso lang...
SABI NI JONAH WALA SI SIR ADAMS.
Grr. Kaya nag-jeep kami papuntang Faura. Nag-jeep ulit kami papuntang OB.
Nakatutuwa si Lean. Parang bawat dinadaanan namin tinatanong niya kung nasaan kami. Haha. Tour?
Nakarating na kami nang OB. May renovation na ginagawa. Papasok na sana kami kaso nakita namin naka-post s agate na...
ALL OFFICES CLOSED ON MAY 18 AND 19 DUE TO PERSONNEL DEVELOPMENT DAY.
Nagtanong pa ako sa kanila, "May 18 ba ngayon?"
Parang natawa na lang kami sa sobrang malas ng araw.
Pumunta kami sa katabing Pizza Hut dahil gutom na kami. Bumili kami ng regular sized Pan Pizza at pinagtawanan ang mga pangyayari.
DAHIL WALA NANG ORAS DI NA KAMI TUMULOY KILA KARLA.
Next stop: UPD.
So nag-FX kaming apat papuntang UPD galing Masci. Hayun. Antagal. Nagpa-music nalang ako. BUTI NALANG DALA KO ANG AKING HEADSET. Phew.
Pagbaba ng FX, nag-jeep kami papasok ng UP.
Anlayo ng binabaan namin. Huhu. Anlayo ng nilakad namin. Nagkalituhan pa kung asan ang OUR. Hayyy.
Hayun. nakarating na kami sa OUR. Magbabayad na sana si Lhannie kaso...
CLOSED DAW ANG CASHIER TUWING MONDAY.
Jonah: "Sige Lhannie bumalik ka pag Monday ah?"
Hahahahaha.
So nilakad na naman namin yung sobrang layo para makasakay ng jeep pabalik nang Philcoa. Dito ako super napagod na. Grabe. Siguro papayat talaga ako kung nag-UPD ako. Haha.
So nakasakay na rin ng jeep na antagal din mapuno. Nang makababa ng Philcoa nag-bus kami.
Bumaba si Jonah sa Blumentrtitt, ako sa Lawton, the rest sa Faura.
Soundtrip ulit.
Ay, oo nga pala. DAHIL WALA NANG ORAS AT TINETEXT NA AKO NI MAMA EDEN, DI NA KAMI NAG-ROB.
Pagdating sa Lawton, dala ng uhaw bumili ako ng Zagu Mocha. Haha. Kaya ayun. Pag baba ko ng bus wala na akong pera para sa tricycle. Dahil low on funds, nag-jeep na lang ako pauwi.
Pagdating ko sa bahay, dumating sina Uncle Homer and family para matulog dito sa bahay. Yehey. Andmaing tao. Haha. Kumain ako at shinare ko ang aking araw.
Nag-soundtrip ulit ako sa kwarto at nag-isip. Dalawa actually ang choices ko sa araw na iyon. Una, ay ang nangyari. Pangalawa ay samahan si Ate Madel papuntang UPLB (first time niya pumunta mag-isa galing Cavite) para asikasuhin ang kanyang DOST account.
Dumating si Ate Madel. MINALAS DIN ANG ARAW NIYA. Grabe
Ang haba ng kwento niya kaya eto nalang:
1. Naubusan ng gas ang sinasakyan niyang van.
2. Di niya alam kung san tumugil yung van
3. Hinuhulaan niya ang mga binababaan niya
4. Pinagsabihan siya ng driver ng jeep dahil bababa sana siya sa bawal. Haha.
5. Kulang dala niyang requirements
6. Nagpa-photocopy siya, pagbalik niya naka-alis na ang officer ng DOST. Pinapunta na lang siya sa office na malayo pa rin.
7. Malayo-layo ang tinakbo at nilakad niya.
8. Na-submit niya requirements niya 2 minutes bago magsara ang Office ng DOST.
O dba. Mag-pinsan talaga kami.
Haha, Pagod akong umuwi sa bahay.
Ayan, nakwento ko na. Mag-eenglish na ako.
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I think God is trying to tell me something by giving me such a day. When things like these happen, I try to look on the bright side and decide that if something bad happens, something good is about to be coming. But in days like those, it's hard to come up with good stuff, right?
But then again, other people have gone through worse days. This day may have been miniscule to people who've experienced major tragedies and calamities. If I start complaining about days like these, I can't be any stronger for tougher problems.
So, I decided that if something bad happens, something good is coming up too. It may not be of the same magnitude as whatever misfortune occurred, but I guess it's a matter of how you look at it.
In fact, as bad as the day may have gone, I actually felt happy about it. When things go bad as they did yesterday, you can't help but just be amused at it. That's what we all did. We kept laughing at whatever happened. It would be no use to sulk anyway.
So, let's all keep looking on the bright side. Sometimes it may seem like such a side of life doesn't exist. But I guess all we have to do is blink again, adjust our eyes, and see the light. :)
Just for kicks, I want to share what good stuff happened yesterday:
1. My cousins stayed over and we had an awesome time with each other.
2. Ate Madel and I played on our cousins' Nintendo DS (French lessons)
3. I was with friends I wouldn't trade the entire world for.
4. I had an aweosme time commuting around.
5. I now have a hands-on experience of what it feels like to lose something on the bus.
6. Nakakain ako ng Pizza Hut (trivial, but I simply enjoy it)
7. Nakita ko ang OB. Good enough
8. May mga nakita akong Mascians and teachers sa school
9. Nakainom ako ng Zagu! Yeay.
10. Nagsoundtrip ako. Ang galing ni Lord, usually di ko naman dinadala headset ko peor kahapon dala ko.
11. Siguro naman marami-raming calories ang na-burn ko sa kakalakad db? Haha.
12. Nakita ko si Mark San juan sa KFC. Miss ko na yun.
Pag may naisip pa ako, dagdagan ko. Haha.
Byeeeeee
I can't say I love you right now...
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Happy Memories
I haven't posted in a while. Haha. But I want you to know that I've been having the time of my life for the time that I haven't been posting anything. Well, a lot have been saying that I can already consider this summer as my very last since I'll be having summer classes for the entirety of my college life (Hope I survive).
So I made up my mind to make the most of this summer. I haven't done anything academically-related (except in terms of preparation as incoming freshman). No books, no GC advanced studying or whatever. I've decided to give myself a break. I have partly accomplished that by doing daily exercise, organizing my room and malling as much as I can. Bwahaha. I've also read two books I've been dying to read: The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini (purchased last Christmas) and Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (purchased 2 years ago). My very busy schedule has forbidden me to ever dare opening them, but I finally have. Haha. Take that you tyrant of time!
Oh, and I've also made it a point to join every party, event or whatever else I happen to get invited to. Bwahaha.
Last April 25, I was able to attend Ate Denesy's 18th birthday party in Laguna. It had a Hawaiian theme, so I wore a shirt with floral print. Yun na pala definition ng Hawaiian. Haha. Since I love her so much, I braved the distance just to attend. Haha. As Oliver would say, "That's what Parlia does to you." :D
I hitched a ride in Kuya Michael's car together with Ate Nina, Ate Mikka and Ate Charm. I had fun talking with them. They even taught me how to play Pusoy-Dos. Oha Oha. Marunong na ako!
The party was supposed to start at 4:00pm, but we arrived at around 6:00pm and it didn't start yet. Haha. But we had a great time there. I was surprised that I was a part of the 18 wishes that had to give a message for Ate Den. Haha, super impromptu. But I was happy to speak there and blow the candle for her. Like I said in my message, she has always been the ate I never had. It amazes me how she manages to juggle everything from academics to Christian living and still have the time to enjoy life and help her friends. Indeed, she's one of a kind. :)
And here's the lovely lady herself:
Table Numbah 1 with grass-skirted Ate Nina. XD
The 15th wish :)
Awww. Sisters. :D
I have been simply dying to have an outing with my classmates for as long as I can remember. I have never been to a single formal outing with my classmates ever since. I thought the dream would materialize last year, for the Berze Outing, but unfortunately that didn't happen.
However, the dream finally came true. Oha oha. Just yesterday, April 29, 2009, I was on Cloud Nine with the people that made my High School life worth smiling about. Yep. Yesterday I was at Island Cove, Cavite, with the class (or at least 15 of it) of IV - COPERNICUS 2009.
15 people already seems like an achievement. Here's the line-up:
Cavite people: Jota, Ace, Dencio, Jannah, Jaica and Myself
Manila people: Tatay, Gorie, Yana, Josols, Kakai, Piquero, Arviel, Claude, Chaim
Since I already live in Cavite, I met up with my fellow Cavite residents at SM Bacoor at 7AM. Dencio, our Super Organizer, was late. Haha. I just wanted to say that. Peace tayo Dencio. ;)
Surprisingly, our classmates from Manila, who met at Masci at 6AM, arrived there before we did. Aww. Haha.
When we got there, the weather was a lovely cloudy day. It wasn't too hot nor did it suggest the onset of a storm. There also weren't a lot of people there. It looked like a wonderful day ahead.
Since Island Cove has a strictly spandex rule, my mom had me buy myself a new swimsuit (for obvious reasons, my old swimwear just wouldn't do). Dahil vain ako, I took the liberty to take pictures:
Oha oha. XD
Wet Look. Whaa.
O, say mo? Bwahahahaha
Piqs wasn't able to get up early so he missed the ride to Cavite. He contacted us and was able to arrive there all by himself! *applause for Piqs*
Syempre, dahil resort yun, nag-swimming kami. Haha. It was so much fun. We played all sorts of games like kids gone loose.
Hinanap namin ang piso sa pool, nagpatagalan kami sa ilalim ng tubig, nag-wrestling kami ng mga girls habang nasa balikat ng boys, nag pool volleyball kami nang boys vs. girls, nag-underwater vanity kami gamit ang underwater camera ni gorie, nag-slide kami at muntik na ako tumalsik, kinarga ako ni piquero dahil gumaan ako sa pool, nag-train kami papunta sa pinakamalalim na part ng pool at muntik nang magkalunuran (na-feel kong inabangan na kami ng mga lifeguard, haha). It was just like the old times at school, when we made the most out of each other's company, making each other happy with the simplest of things. That's one of the most wonderful things about Coper, it's so easy to smile with them. :)
FHM Part 2
Tweetums kuno. ;)
Pa-cute... Si Jannah nakatulog. Peace tayo!
Bridge over troubled water. Oha.
Mahal kong Denciooo. :**
Nasa pool kami...
Kakai: Uy! umaambon na!
Josol: Hala. (worried look). Baka mabasa tayo!
Hayup ka, Josol. LOL. :))
At around 2:30pm, we finally made our way to shore,haha. We had to shower and dress up for another trip that we paid for: Animal Island. Zoo trip naman kami. Haha. Since sabi ni Kuya malayo raw, we took on bikes and sidecars. Since I seem to have forgotten how to ride a bike, I rode in Piquero's side car. Ang sweet namin. Haha.
We saw the same stuff we were supposed to see at the zoo. Haha.
After animal island, Jaica, Jannah and Jota had to get home. The rest of us headed for our house. Yeay. May nakapunta na ring section sa bahay ko, and I'm glad it was Coper. :)
Kumain lang kami sa hinanda ng aking pamilya. I love 'em SOOOO much. :]]
Umuwi na yung iba while Dencio and Ace stayed over for the night. Yeay. First time din may nag-overnight. At Coper pa rin. Sayang lang at sa kauna-unahang beses na pinayagan si Denise mag-overnight 3 lang kami. Bwahaha.
We used the PC for a while then settled ourselves in the Sala to watch a movie. We all agreed to watch the epic tale of Titanic. Yeah, I know it's a pretty old movie but we all haven't seen it in years. We know how the story's supposed to end, but we were all surprised that upon watching the film itself, it was like watching a whole new movie. I also realized a lot of things that i didn't realize when I first watched the film, probably because I was too young to understand. Dahil sinsipag ako isheshare ko yung mga naalala ko:
- Of course, love conquers all. Hayup. Hanggang sa lamig ng Atlantic Ocean hindi nila iniwan ang isa't isa, even if their love was short-lived. This is one of my favorite lines: "You jump, I jump right?"(kilig) Makes me want to believe in love again, oha! (btw, they kissed 13 times as far as our eyes could fathom, haha). I also saw that love transcends reason. When Rose decided to run away with Jack when the ship arrives in America, this was their conversation:
Jack: This is crazy.
Rose: I know, it doesn't make any sense.
That's the beauty of it all. :)
- There was a very irritating rift between the British and the Americans. In the film, the Britons were depicted as the snobbish, wealthy kind while the Americans were the embodiment of the common people. There was one character, Molly, who belonged to the upper class of society but was not considered one due to her American race. The Britons believed that wealth meant owning land, which was not true in Molly's case since whe acquired wealth through her husband's fortune.
- There was, and is, a saddening gap between the rich and the poor. Facts prove that most of the survivors were obviously the privileged, first-class passengers. It was frustrating to see the wealthy men and women still fretting over their wealth, their brandy and their appearance whilst the ship was in danger. Also, the life vessels meant for around 70 persons seated only around 12-20 since the snobbish high-class passengers wanted more space. What a stupid reason.
- The horrible every-man-for-himself mentality. It was horrifying to see people frozen to death in the great Atlantic Ocean. They looked like mannequins left inside a gigantic freezer. What a way to die. The most horrifying perhaps was that of a mother carrying her child in her arms as they floated frozen. Ace even said that what really happened was far worse than that. There were already 20 life vessels floating nearby carrying already-saved victims, but only one dared to return and save the poor souls, but sadly it was too late.
- I once read that fools are always so sure of themselves. This historic event is probably a prime example. The Titanic was proclaimed unsinkable and yet met its fatal iceberg during the maiden voyage. Blinded by the dream of building the largest and most stable ship in history, somehow they forgot about the safety of the passengers. Ace explained a lot of flaws in construction that I did not understand, haha. But one terrible flaw is that the number of life vessels could only accomodate half of the passengers. Why? Cluttered on the deck daw. Hayy. Sabi pa nila, "not even God could sink her."
- Destiny will always bring you to the right places. There's this one line that Jack uttered that touched my heart: "Winning that ticket was the best thing that's ever happened to me,
because it led me to you." It's cheesy but I loved it. It was one very romantic line that showed how fate puts you in the right places. Although being in one of the worst nautical disasters of all time isn't such a happy ending, destiny brought Jack there for a purpose, and I'm pretty sure it didn't really matter to him that he had to die for Rose.
- You'll never run out of love. (Ayy, kaka-relate?) If what happened to Rose happened to me, I would have been utterly depressed. But I admire how strong Jack has made her. Despite the terrible losses she had to endure, she didn't let herself fall into ruins, she didn't even allow herself to die and instead chose to survive. Instead of letting her love for Jack take over her existence, it instead gave her the strength to move on. She didn't let all her love belong to one man. I'm pretty sure Jack never left the four chambers of her heart, but she did not allow that to keep her from loving other people. (hmm...)
This post is already sooo long. Haha. I'll add other realities I may have missed out.
Toodles!
I love you whoever you are. :)
So I made up my mind to make the most of this summer. I haven't done anything academically-related (except in terms of preparation as incoming freshman). No books, no GC advanced studying or whatever. I've decided to give myself a break. I have partly accomplished that by doing daily exercise, organizing my room and malling as much as I can. Bwahaha. I've also read two books I've been dying to read: The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini (purchased last Christmas) and Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (purchased 2 years ago). My very busy schedule has forbidden me to ever dare opening them, but I finally have. Haha. Take that you tyrant of time!
Oh, and I've also made it a point to join every party, event or whatever else I happen to get invited to. Bwahaha.
ATE DENESY'S 18TH BIRTHDAY PARTY
Last April 25, I was able to attend Ate Denesy's 18th birthday party in Laguna. It had a Hawaiian theme, so I wore a shirt with floral print. Yun na pala definition ng Hawaiian. Haha. Since I love her so much, I braved the distance just to attend. Haha. As Oliver would say, "That's what Parlia does to you." :D
I hitched a ride in Kuya Michael's car together with Ate Nina, Ate Mikka and Ate Charm. I had fun talking with them. They even taught me how to play Pusoy-Dos. Oha Oha. Marunong na ako!
The party was supposed to start at 4:00pm, but we arrived at around 6:00pm and it didn't start yet. Haha. But we had a great time there. I was surprised that I was a part of the 18 wishes that had to give a message for Ate Den. Haha, super impromptu. But I was happy to speak there and blow the candle for her. Like I said in my message, she has always been the ate I never had. It amazes me how she manages to juggle everything from academics to Christian living and still have the time to enjoy life and help her friends. Indeed, she's one of a kind. :)
And here's the lovely lady herself:
Deane Denesy Jao
I love you Ate! :)
I love you Ate! :)
Party Pics!
Masci batchmates ni Ate + Ella + Ate Sarah
Table Numbah 1 with grass-skirted Ate Nina. XD
The 15th wish :)
Awww. Sisters. :DCOPER OUTING
I have been simply dying to have an outing with my classmates for as long as I can remember. I have never been to a single formal outing with my classmates ever since. I thought the dream would materialize last year, for the Berze Outing, but unfortunately that didn't happen.
However, the dream finally came true. Oha oha. Just yesterday, April 29, 2009, I was on Cloud Nine with the people that made my High School life worth smiling about. Yep. Yesterday I was at Island Cove, Cavite, with the class (or at least 15 of it) of IV - COPERNICUS 2009.
15 people already seems like an achievement. Here's the line-up:
Cavite people: Jota, Ace, Dencio, Jannah, Jaica and Myself
Manila people: Tatay, Gorie, Yana, Josols, Kakai, Piquero, Arviel, Claude, Chaim
Since I already live in Cavite, I met up with my fellow Cavite residents at SM Bacoor at 7AM. Dencio, our Super Organizer, was late. Haha. I just wanted to say that. Peace tayo Dencio. ;)
Surprisingly, our classmates from Manila, who met at Masci at 6AM, arrived there before we did. Aww. Haha.
When we got there, the weather was a lovely cloudy day. It wasn't too hot nor did it suggest the onset of a storm. There also weren't a lot of people there. It looked like a wonderful day ahead.
Since Island Cove has a strictly spandex rule, my mom had me buy myself a new swimsuit (for obvious reasons, my old swimwear just wouldn't do). Dahil vain ako, I took the liberty to take pictures:
Oha oha. XD
Wet Look. Whaa.O, say mo? Bwahahahaha
Piqs wasn't able to get up early so he missed the ride to Cavite. He contacted us and was able to arrive there all by himself! *applause for Piqs*
Syempre, dahil resort yun, nag-swimming kami. Haha. It was so much fun. We played all sorts of games like kids gone loose.
Hinanap namin ang piso sa pool, nagpatagalan kami sa ilalim ng tubig, nag-wrestling kami ng mga girls habang nasa balikat ng boys, nag pool volleyball kami nang boys vs. girls, nag-underwater vanity kami gamit ang underwater camera ni gorie, nag-slide kami at muntik na ako tumalsik, kinarga ako ni piquero dahil gumaan ako sa pool, nag-train kami papunta sa pinakamalalim na part ng pool at muntik nang magkalunuran (na-feel kong inabangan na kami ng mga lifeguard, haha). It was just like the old times at school, when we made the most out of each other's company, making each other happy with the simplest of things. That's one of the most wonderful things about Coper, it's so easy to smile with them. :)
Pictures from Denciooooo
FHM Part 2
Tweetums kuno. ;)
Pa-cute... Si Jannah nakatulog. Peace tayo!
Bridge over troubled water. Oha. 
Mahal kong Denciooo. :**Gusto ko lang i-share ang isang banat ni Josol habang kami'y nagvovolleyball:
Nasa pool kami...
Kakai: Uy! umaambon na!
Josol: Hala. (worried look). Baka mabasa tayo!
Hayup ka, Josol. LOL. :))
At around 2:30pm, we finally made our way to shore,haha. We had to shower and dress up for another trip that we paid for: Animal Island. Zoo trip naman kami. Haha. Since sabi ni Kuya malayo raw, we took on bikes and sidecars. Since I seem to have forgotten how to ride a bike, I rode in Piquero's side car. Ang sweet namin. Haha.
We saw the same stuff we were supposed to see at the zoo. Haha.
After animal island, Jaica, Jannah and Jota had to get home. The rest of us headed for our house. Yeay. May nakapunta na ring section sa bahay ko, and I'm glad it was Coper. :)
Kumain lang kami sa hinanda ng aking pamilya. I love 'em SOOOO much. :]]
Umuwi na yung iba while Dencio and Ace stayed over for the night. Yeay. First time din may nag-overnight. At Coper pa rin. Sayang lang at sa kauna-unahang beses na pinayagan si Denise mag-overnight 3 lang kami. Bwahaha.
We used the PC for a while then settled ourselves in the Sala to watch a movie. We all agreed to watch the epic tale of Titanic. Yeah, I know it's a pretty old movie but we all haven't seen it in years. We know how the story's supposed to end, but we were all surprised that upon watching the film itself, it was like watching a whole new movie. I also realized a lot of things that i didn't realize when I first watched the film, probably because I was too young to understand. Dahil sinsipag ako isheshare ko yung mga naalala ko:
- Of course, love conquers all. Hayup. Hanggang sa lamig ng Atlantic Ocean hindi nila iniwan ang isa't isa, even if their love was short-lived. This is one of my favorite lines: "You jump, I jump right?"(kilig) Makes me want to believe in love again, oha! (btw, they kissed 13 times as far as our eyes could fathom, haha). I also saw that love transcends reason. When Rose decided to run away with Jack when the ship arrives in America, this was their conversation:
Jack: This is crazy.
Rose: I know, it doesn't make any sense.
That's the beauty of it all. :)
- There was a very irritating rift between the British and the Americans. In the film, the Britons were depicted as the snobbish, wealthy kind while the Americans were the embodiment of the common people. There was one character, Molly, who belonged to the upper class of society but was not considered one due to her American race. The Britons believed that wealth meant owning land, which was not true in Molly's case since whe acquired wealth through her husband's fortune.
- There was, and is, a saddening gap between the rich and the poor. Facts prove that most of the survivors were obviously the privileged, first-class passengers. It was frustrating to see the wealthy men and women still fretting over their wealth, their brandy and their appearance whilst the ship was in danger. Also, the life vessels meant for around 70 persons seated only around 12-20 since the snobbish high-class passengers wanted more space. What a stupid reason.
- The horrible every-man-for-himself mentality. It was horrifying to see people frozen to death in the great Atlantic Ocean. They looked like mannequins left inside a gigantic freezer. What a way to die. The most horrifying perhaps was that of a mother carrying her child in her arms as they floated frozen. Ace even said that what really happened was far worse than that. There were already 20 life vessels floating nearby carrying already-saved victims, but only one dared to return and save the poor souls, but sadly it was too late.
- I once read that fools are always so sure of themselves. This historic event is probably a prime example. The Titanic was proclaimed unsinkable and yet met its fatal iceberg during the maiden voyage. Blinded by the dream of building the largest and most stable ship in history, somehow they forgot about the safety of the passengers. Ace explained a lot of flaws in construction that I did not understand, haha. But one terrible flaw is that the number of life vessels could only accomodate half of the passengers. Why? Cluttered on the deck daw. Hayy. Sabi pa nila, "not even God could sink her."
- Destiny will always bring you to the right places. There's this one line that Jack uttered that touched my heart: "Winning that ticket was the best thing that's ever happened to me,
because it led me to you." It's cheesy but I loved it. It was one very romantic line that showed how fate puts you in the right places. Although being in one of the worst nautical disasters of all time isn't such a happy ending, destiny brought Jack there for a purpose, and I'm pretty sure it didn't really matter to him that he had to die for Rose.
- You'll never run out of love. (Ayy, kaka-relate?) If what happened to Rose happened to me, I would have been utterly depressed. But I admire how strong Jack has made her. Despite the terrible losses she had to endure, she didn't let herself fall into ruins, she didn't even allow herself to die and instead chose to survive. Instead of letting her love for Jack take over her existence, it instead gave her the strength to move on. She didn't let all her love belong to one man. I'm pretty sure Jack never left the four chambers of her heart, but she did not allow that to keep her from loving other people. (hmm...)
Toodles!
I love you whoever you are. :)
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