As I gazed upon the sky and see the colorful display of lights, I sat down by the garden chairs, lit a stick of Marlboro black and took a sip form my cup of Starbucks Christmas blend.
Every puff, I work on a new year resolution.
Work out extra hard at the gym to achieve the beach body I want for summer.
Quit smoking. As in reaaaaalllly quit.
Try studying for a change and not let fate and stocked knowledge determine my grade.
Save P10,000 by the time I graduate.
And since nobody really follows these damn resolutions, or at least keep them for a year, I would like to hold them by the end of the month. Imma keep all these resolutions, of course, except for the last one where I'd save big money. Ahahah! Unless I'm from Paranaque and had won the P111 million lottery money.
Anyway, new year at our place would have been perfect if it wasn't for my dad who's slowly getting back to his old self again. Which was kinda awful to start the new year off. He's...uhm....
Anyway, I'm watching White Chicks right now. Effin' fun movie! ahahah!
Off to the beach in a while to REALLY celebrate New Year with my family!
tata!
Happy new year to everyone!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Losing a family member
She may not be the most charming member of the family, but she definitely left a mark.
Sydney has been with us for the past two months in Manila.
I'm gonna miss looking for my slippers early in the morning only to find them under the couch, her favorite spot.
I'm gonna miss opening my cabinet and find her cuddled comfortably among the blankets and towels.
I'm gonna miss seeing her poop inside the toilet (floor). If only we had enough time to potty train her.
I'm gonna miss the moments when she'd follow you around the house, and play with your feet at the dining room.
I'm gonna miss her. I hope her new family takes really good care of her. =)
Now here comes Bali. Another sweet addition to the family. I hope she reciprocates the huge loss that is Sydney. She's sssoooooooo cutttte!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And she loves to kiss me a lot! ahahahaah!
I gotta feeling that we're gonna have a lot of good times together!
Join me in welcoming Bali to Manila!
Monday, December 28, 2009
Twitter-ing
GAHD!
I can't believe I'm actually stalking on such extremes!
This can't be right, right?
Stay away from me you eye candy!
Aaaaarggggh! Uwi naakooooo ng Lucenaaaaaaaa!
I can't believe I'm actually stalking on such extremes!
This can't be right, right?
Stay away from me you eye candy!
Aaaaarggggh! Uwi naakooooo ng Lucenaaaaaaaa!
DevTrginized
So I received a text from Pocholo about a VTR. Apparently, an agency is looking for a good looking male aged around 20, who can play the drums. Pocholo asked if I wanted to go with him. Since thesis was in the way of the schedule, I said no.
Then he started asking my thesismates to go with us. Eventually, after text messages exchange aplenty, we decided to go and give it a shot.
When I woke up the next morning and found my drumsticks nowhere, I took it as a sign and texted Poch.
Then he replied.
"may extra set ako dito. Ikaw, game ka pa?"
Well, that's a better sign, I said to myself.
So I waited for Poch at Trinoma only to find out that another group from my class is working on their thesis at BK. I kinda felt bad having to cancel our thesis meeting for this, but everyone from our group had something else to do anyway, so might as well go on with this VTR bit.
We took the MRT to Makati and got off at Ayala. Took a cab and circled the long Pasay road to look for the Evekal bldg where the VTR would take place. After three rounds, we finally found the building and followed a 20-ish guy who looks like he's about to audition as well.
When we found the room, the guy was there ahead of us.
In front of the lights and camera, he explained that he just came from another VTR near the area, and was only asked to drop by since it was in the vicinity. He had very little knowledge about drums though, and to think they were casting a drummer.
He still tried though, very hard.
No, there was no drum set in the VTR area, we were asked to play using their huge tool box.
My turn.
"Hi, my name is Wado Siman. 21 years old. And I stand 5'9."
Then the VTR lady asked me to turn right. (pause) "saan ba right ko?"
Now left.
Now face the camera.
And then she asked me to pull a chair and the toolbox as well.
"pwede ko kunin yung isa pang upuan? Cymbals kunyari?"
She laughed and said yes.
I did a freestyle shenanigan, but not quite well. I am never good with first impressions, and I don't think I made a good one this time. I am very awkward especially when in front of the camera, and I don't think this makes a good first VTR experience. That is why for the longest time, I've decided to enjoy the life behind the camera, as I feel comfortable at it.
But being deVTRginized isn't all that bad. It's one thing I wrote on my "bucket list" last year and I was hoping that before the year ends, I'd be able to do one of them successfully.
"Never say NO to an opportunity. and never say YES to negativity."
I didn't say no to this opportunity, though I fear the opportunity might say no to me. Ahahahah!
It was a long trip to and fro Makati, but it reunited me with a passion that I have long been deprived of, the gift of time.
I watched the sun set while on the MRT. We stared at each other for 5 long minutes as it slowly changed its color from bright orange to red.
I walked an unfamiliar place once more, and suddenly became more inspired to work on my script for film. I get to watch people again, different kinds of people. The feeling was overwhelming.
I enjoyed to cool December breeze brushing against my face.
I enjoyed eating by myself while listening to music. I miss my alternative music playlist.
I enjoyed life, where I have all the time in the world to do the little things in life.
I was smiling.
I was happy.
And what's even better, it's reality.
Happy Birthday Jesus!
I love You more and more everyday!
Then he started asking my thesismates to go with us. Eventually, after text messages exchange aplenty, we decided to go and give it a shot.
When I woke up the next morning and found my drumsticks nowhere, I took it as a sign and texted Poch.
Then he replied.
"may extra set ako dito. Ikaw, game ka pa?"
Well, that's a better sign, I said to myself.
So I waited for Poch at Trinoma only to find out that another group from my class is working on their thesis at BK. I kinda felt bad having to cancel our thesis meeting for this, but everyone from our group had something else to do anyway, so might as well go on with this VTR bit.
We took the MRT to Makati and got off at Ayala. Took a cab and circled the long Pasay road to look for the Evekal bldg where the VTR would take place. After three rounds, we finally found the building and followed a 20-ish guy who looks like he's about to audition as well.
When we found the room, the guy was there ahead of us.
In front of the lights and camera, he explained that he just came from another VTR near the area, and was only asked to drop by since it was in the vicinity. He had very little knowledge about drums though, and to think they were casting a drummer.
He still tried though, very hard.
No, there was no drum set in the VTR area, we were asked to play using their huge tool box.
My turn.
"Hi, my name is Wado Siman. 21 years old. And I stand 5'9."
Then the VTR lady asked me to turn right. (pause) "saan ba right ko?"
Now left.
Now face the camera.
And then she asked me to pull a chair and the toolbox as well.
"pwede ko kunin yung isa pang upuan? Cymbals kunyari?"
She laughed and said yes.
I did a freestyle shenanigan, but not quite well. I am never good with first impressions, and I don't think I made a good one this time. I am very awkward especially when in front of the camera, and I don't think this makes a good first VTR experience. That is why for the longest time, I've decided to enjoy the life behind the camera, as I feel comfortable at it.
But being deVTRginized isn't all that bad. It's one thing I wrote on my "bucket list" last year and I was hoping that before the year ends, I'd be able to do one of them successfully.
"Never say NO to an opportunity. and never say YES to negativity."
I didn't say no to this opportunity, though I fear the opportunity might say no to me. Ahahahah!
It was a long trip to and fro Makati, but it reunited me with a passion that I have long been deprived of, the gift of time.
I watched the sun set while on the MRT. We stared at each other for 5 long minutes as it slowly changed its color from bright orange to red.
I walked an unfamiliar place once more, and suddenly became more inspired to work on my script for film. I get to watch people again, different kinds of people. The feeling was overwhelming.
I enjoyed to cool December breeze brushing against my face.
I enjoyed eating by myself while listening to music. I miss my alternative music playlist.
I enjoyed life, where I have all the time in the world to do the little things in life.
I was smiling.
I was happy.
And what's even better, it's reality.
Happy Birthday Jesus!
I love You more and more everyday!
Friday, December 25, 2009
Friendster revisited
When I went to check my Friendster account just now, ang dami kong nakitang pagbabago. Nakita ko na yung status ko eh In a relationship pa din, ang dami kong invites, messages tungkol dun sa Ego City na ewan (game ata sa Friendster), and mga lumang pics.
Pero on the brighter side of things, nakita ko na bago na ang itsura nito, mas maaliwalas and interactive, parang Facebook. Kung lahat ng cool friends ko eh nasa Friendster pa, mas gagamitin ko yun kasi nga, ang sarap tingnan. Kaya pala mukhang familiar yung donuts sa Krispy Kreme, kasi yun yung smiley sa bagong Friendster. Fun!
Nung tiningnan ko yung mga albums ko, eto.
Akalain mong puro pics pa namin ni Cams ang nandun! Hindi na talaga ako nag-uupdate! ahah! Kaya naman lahat ng mga friends ko tuloy sa Lucena na addict pa din sa Friendster, akala eh happy pa ang lablayp ko. =) Hahah! Happy pa din naman, ang pag-ibig ng mga kaibigan. Yis!
Anyway, sa pagtatapos ng Pasko, eto ang litrato ng kakaiba naming Christmas tree, may isang malaking orange plant sa gitna. yun na ang decoration.
(sorry naman sa palabas, pero pinapanood namin kagabi yung kwento ni manay Gina de Venecia sa I Survived, nung namatay yung anak niya na si KC nung nasunog yung bahay nila. Kalungot. Pero she survived! galing!)
Ewan, pero eto na ang pinaka-maangas na tree na nakita ko ngayong taon. Yung ibang nakita ko, super sa ilaw, sa ornaments, na hindi na nabibigyang pansin yung green color nung puno. Siguro, pinapakita din nito yung simplicity ng mom ko sa lahat ng bagay. Na kahit hindi na kami masyadong nagtitipid sa buhay, eh hindi siya nakakalimot magtipid. =) That's what I love about my mom, marunong lumugar. Hindi nakakalimot tumulong sa mga deserving tulungan, lalo na this time of year.
Anyway, pinasalamatan ko ang mom ko by getting her a pair of Flojos. Matagal na kasi siyang naghahanap ng slippers na malambot, gumagastos ng 2k sa slippers, eh ang dali naman masira. Buti naman at happy siya that I introduced her to Flojos. Yun na daw ang gagamitin niyang brand forever. Yey! I made her happy!
I visited an old friend kanina lang, catching up kami the entire day tomorrow watching MMFF. Yun yung bonding time namin eh, movieeees!
Ayun, just updating, parang Friendster, nag-update ng sobra! =)
Happy Holidays again! Hindi na masakit leeg ko, konting konti na laaang. Sana bukas, wala na! =)
Love you Lord! =)
Pero on the brighter side of things, nakita ko na bago na ang itsura nito, mas maaliwalas and interactive, parang Facebook. Kung lahat ng cool friends ko eh nasa Friendster pa, mas gagamitin ko yun kasi nga, ang sarap tingnan. Kaya pala mukhang familiar yung donuts sa Krispy Kreme, kasi yun yung smiley sa bagong Friendster. Fun!
Nung tiningnan ko yung mga albums ko, eto.
Akalain mong puro pics pa namin ni Cams ang nandun! Hindi na talaga ako nag-uupdate! ahah! Kaya naman lahat ng mga friends ko tuloy sa Lucena na addict pa din sa Friendster, akala eh happy pa ang lablayp ko. =) Hahah! Happy pa din naman, ang pag-ibig ng mga kaibigan. Yis!
Anyway, sa pagtatapos ng Pasko, eto ang litrato ng kakaiba naming Christmas tree, may isang malaking orange plant sa gitna. yun na ang decoration.
(sorry naman sa palabas, pero pinapanood namin kagabi yung kwento ni manay Gina de Venecia sa I Survived, nung namatay yung anak niya na si KC nung nasunog yung bahay nila. Kalungot. Pero she survived! galing!)Ewan, pero eto na ang pinaka-maangas na tree na nakita ko ngayong taon. Yung ibang nakita ko, super sa ilaw, sa ornaments, na hindi na nabibigyang pansin yung green color nung puno. Siguro, pinapakita din nito yung simplicity ng mom ko sa lahat ng bagay. Na kahit hindi na kami masyadong nagtitipid sa buhay, eh hindi siya nakakalimot magtipid. =) That's what I love about my mom, marunong lumugar. Hindi nakakalimot tumulong sa mga deserving tulungan, lalo na this time of year.
Anyway, pinasalamatan ko ang mom ko by getting her a pair of Flojos. Matagal na kasi siyang naghahanap ng slippers na malambot, gumagastos ng 2k sa slippers, eh ang dali naman masira. Buti naman at happy siya that I introduced her to Flojos. Yun na daw ang gagamitin niyang brand forever. Yey! I made her happy!
I visited an old friend kanina lang, catching up kami the entire day tomorrow watching MMFF. Yun yung bonding time namin eh, movieeees!
Ayun, just updating, parang Friendster, nag-update ng sobra! =)
Happy Holidays again! Hindi na masakit leeg ko, konting konti na laaang. Sana bukas, wala na! =)
Love you Lord! =)
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Stiif Boy ako (part 2)
Pagkagising ko kaninang umaga, may tapal na super laking salonpas na gel sa batok ko, masakit pa din ang leeg ko. Natulog ako sa lazy boy sa pag-asang hindi na sasakit ang leeg ko after nung hilot ko kahapon, pero sadly, kasing sakit pa din.
Tumawag yung tita kong madre, may pinapagawang tarp sa akin para sa misa de gallo mamayang gabi.
"Tita, super sakit pa din ng leeg ko eh."
Pero mapilit siya, at wala akong choice kundi pumunta. Kailangang kailangan na din daw kasi talaga nila nung tarp ng pasasalamat sa lahat ng dumalo noong simbang gabi. Nahirapan akong magtype nung una dahil kailangan kong yumuko para makita yung characters sa keyboard. At hindi sila madaling i-please. So may ilang revisions akong ginawa.
Anyway. 45 minutes after, natapos ko din ang pinapagawa nila. Tinawag ng tita ko ang isa pang madre, na hindi marunong magtagalog. galing ata ng China pero mukhang Vietnamese. Magaling daw siyang mag acupuncture, at mukhang matutulungan ako sa stiff neck ko. Natakot ako.
"tutusukin po din ba ako ng needles, ganun?"
Pero hindi. Nagpakuhua siya ng GSM (yung bilog), at posporo. lalo akong kinabahan nung nakita ko na yung madre. Maliit at kailangan, english ang salita. Nilagay niya yung GSM sa isang bowl tapos sinindihan. Nakita kong hinahawakan niya yung gin para i-check kung mainit na. Nung hindi pa, sinindihan niya ulit.
Pinatanggal niya yung shirt ko, tapos pinaupo. Pagkatalikod ko, narinig ko na lang yung tunog nung apoy na parang "swoooosh" tapos naramdaman ko yung init sa likod ko habang yung lamig nung gin eh tumutulo sa balikat ko. Habang tumatagal, lalong tumitindi yung init.
Natakot ako na baka wala na akong buhok pagkatapos nung ritual. Pero dapat pala, mas natakot ako sa gin. Kasi, mainit talaga!!!! Hinahawakan ko na yung damit nung tita kong madre sa sobrang init.
"ano ka ba naman, para apoy lang yan."
Alam mo yung feeling ng torture na masarap? ganon! Kasi konti-konting nawawala yung pain. After nung ritual, seryosong nabawasan yung sakit. Hindi pa completely nawala, pero relief mula dun sa sakit nung una.
Sabi nung Chinese nun, may malaki daw akogn "snake" sa likod. yun daw yung term para sa ugat na ewan. HAahah! Dunno. Hindi ko makausap dahil nahihiya ako dahil nakahubad ako sa harap ng mga madre, at dahil nagrereklamo ako sa sakit eh ang laki kong tao. Hahah!
Anyway, ngayon eh medyo gumanda na ang araw ko. I went to my suki barbero sa Lucena for my haircut. Medyo mohawk na kalbo. Then DVD marathon ng mga chick flick. She's the Man, Raise Your Voice and Uptown Girls (in memory of Brittany Murphy).
So far, ggumaganda ang daan patungong pasko ko. Ngayon, I'm watching American Idol marathon sa Star World while waiting for the Christmas mass tonight. We still have yet to plan for tomorrow.
Merry Christmas everybody!
Hug and kiss your family for me!
Remember that Christmas is not about the gifts or the food we feast, but the birth of our saviour, Jesus.
Happy Birthday, Jesus! Thank you for all the blessings!
Tumawag yung tita kong madre, may pinapagawang tarp sa akin para sa misa de gallo mamayang gabi.
"Tita, super sakit pa din ng leeg ko eh."
Pero mapilit siya, at wala akong choice kundi pumunta. Kailangang kailangan na din daw kasi talaga nila nung tarp ng pasasalamat sa lahat ng dumalo noong simbang gabi. Nahirapan akong magtype nung una dahil kailangan kong yumuko para makita yung characters sa keyboard. At hindi sila madaling i-please. So may ilang revisions akong ginawa.
Anyway. 45 minutes after, natapos ko din ang pinapagawa nila. Tinawag ng tita ko ang isa pang madre, na hindi marunong magtagalog. galing ata ng China pero mukhang Vietnamese. Magaling daw siyang mag acupuncture, at mukhang matutulungan ako sa stiff neck ko. Natakot ako.
"tutusukin po din ba ako ng needles, ganun?"
Pero hindi. Nagpakuhua siya ng GSM (yung bilog), at posporo. lalo akong kinabahan nung nakita ko na yung madre. Maliit at kailangan, english ang salita. Nilagay niya yung GSM sa isang bowl tapos sinindihan. Nakita kong hinahawakan niya yung gin para i-check kung mainit na. Nung hindi pa, sinindihan niya ulit.
Pinatanggal niya yung shirt ko, tapos pinaupo. Pagkatalikod ko, narinig ko na lang yung tunog nung apoy na parang "swoooosh" tapos naramdaman ko yung init sa likod ko habang yung lamig nung gin eh tumutulo sa balikat ko. Habang tumatagal, lalong tumitindi yung init.
Natakot ako na baka wala na akong buhok pagkatapos nung ritual. Pero dapat pala, mas natakot ako sa gin. Kasi, mainit talaga!!!! Hinahawakan ko na yung damit nung tita kong madre sa sobrang init.
"ano ka ba naman, para apoy lang yan."
Alam mo yung feeling ng torture na masarap? ganon! Kasi konti-konting nawawala yung pain. After nung ritual, seryosong nabawasan yung sakit. Hindi pa completely nawala, pero relief mula dun sa sakit nung una.
Sabi nung Chinese nun, may malaki daw akogn "snake" sa likod. yun daw yung term para sa ugat na ewan. HAahah! Dunno. Hindi ko makausap dahil nahihiya ako dahil nakahubad ako sa harap ng mga madre, at dahil nagrereklamo ako sa sakit eh ang laki kong tao. Hahah!
Anyway, ngayon eh medyo gumanda na ang araw ko. I went to my suki barbero sa Lucena for my haircut. Medyo mohawk na kalbo. Then DVD marathon ng mga chick flick. She's the Man, Raise Your Voice and Uptown Girls (in memory of Brittany Murphy).
So far, ggumaganda ang daan patungong pasko ko. Ngayon, I'm watching American Idol marathon sa Star World while waiting for the Christmas mass tonight. We still have yet to plan for tomorrow.
Merry Christmas everybody!
Hug and kiss your family for me!
Remember that Christmas is not about the gifts or the food we feast, but the birth of our saviour, Jesus.
Happy Birthday, Jesus! Thank you for all the blessings!
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Stiff Boy ako
So it was my first time to drive all the way from Manila to Lucena. But destiny didn't make it an easy trip for me. Let me tell you about it.
When I got up at 4am to fix up, packed coffee for me during the trip (takot antukin), mom asked me to bring the water refill (the big five gallon ones) upstairs to the dispenser.
A consistent, though not really painful sting on my neck has been bothering me for three days. This morning, when I lifted the water container, my neck gave off an excruciating sting on the left side of my neck, and almost dropped the container. It was so painful, I couldn't turn my neck sideways.
Just imagine the torture of driving when you couldn't move your head. And I had to keep myself awake, but couldn't sip coffee properly from my Starbucks tumbler. I wasn't able to focus on my driving, but rather, on the neck pain I have.
When we got to Lucena, I asked my dad to immediately look for aid. He came back for me after a few minutes and brought me to Cotta, to see a "manghihilot". Lola Aida was really popular in the area. We easily found her place since everyone knows about her.
She was this big lady who sat comfortably in a papag (a wooden bed made of bamboo). I assumed she could hardly walk because of her size.
"Halika, upo ka dito."
Then I sat in front of her. She asked me to take off my shirt. By the shoulder, she pulled me close to her and asked me to lean back. Then using her special oil, she started rubbing my neck. After ten minutes or so, my dad went next.
Then I started noticing her place, which was sorta creepy. There was this great province feel to it, and huge figurines of saints were present. Before she began her hilot on me, she kinda recited this short prayer in Latin, and it kinda freaked me out a bit.
Until now, while I am writing this blog, my neck still hurts. Tonight, I just wanna grab a cup of hot choco and sleep the pain away. My auntie gave me this huge menthol patch for the pain. My sister who is a nurse advised me to do hot compress and that's it.
Ohhh, I hope tomorrow, before I hear mass, this is ovah!
**Some pics I took when it was my dad's turn for the hilot!
When I got up at 4am to fix up, packed coffee for me during the trip (takot antukin), mom asked me to bring the water refill (the big five gallon ones) upstairs to the dispenser.
A consistent, though not really painful sting on my neck has been bothering me for three days. This morning, when I lifted the water container, my neck gave off an excruciating sting on the left side of my neck, and almost dropped the container. It was so painful, I couldn't turn my neck sideways.
Just imagine the torture of driving when you couldn't move your head. And I had to keep myself awake, but couldn't sip coffee properly from my Starbucks tumbler. I wasn't able to focus on my driving, but rather, on the neck pain I have.
When we got to Lucena, I asked my dad to immediately look for aid. He came back for me after a few minutes and brought me to Cotta, to see a "manghihilot". Lola Aida was really popular in the area. We easily found her place since everyone knows about her.
She was this big lady who sat comfortably in a papag (a wooden bed made of bamboo). I assumed she could hardly walk because of her size.
"Halika, upo ka dito."
Then I sat in front of her. She asked me to take off my shirt. By the shoulder, she pulled me close to her and asked me to lean back. Then using her special oil, she started rubbing my neck. After ten minutes or so, my dad went next.
Then I started noticing her place, which was sorta creepy. There was this great province feel to it, and huge figurines of saints were present. Before she began her hilot on me, she kinda recited this short prayer in Latin, and it kinda freaked me out a bit.
Until now, while I am writing this blog, my neck still hurts. Tonight, I just wanna grab a cup of hot choco and sleep the pain away. My auntie gave me this huge menthol patch for the pain. My sister who is a nurse advised me to do hot compress and that's it.
Ohhh, I hope tomorrow, before I hear mass, this is ovah!
**Some pics I took when it was my dad's turn for the hilot!
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Classy, classy, classy
So I was a staff for the UST Christmas Concert for two consecutive days. I was a stage manager, and it's not an easy job, most especially when you have to deal with difficult people.
I remember this one girl we call f bitch. For two consecutive years now, she's been nothing but a pain in the ass for the staffers. She reaaaaaaly loves to bitch around, and I seriously don't know what she gets from it. I was kind of hoping not to see her playing this year, but, alas, she's still alive.
So during rehearsals, the director asked me to let the orchestra in, in a single line. So I told the orchestra as they entered the hall to fall in a single line. F bitch answered back, "Orchestra kami, so iba-iba kasi yung pwesto namin. Hindi kami pwedeng mag single line." I told her, "Para lang po maayos."
And she went to her position. Two minutes later, she approached me. I don't think she's comfortable with the fact that I got the last say in our little argument.
"Excuse me lang, linawin ko lang. Orchestra kasi kami. So, iba-iba yung pasok namin. Iba-iba kasi yung instruments, kailangan maintindihan mo na..."
I saw her eyes, and I really felt bad for her. All I said was: "Okay, no problem."
Then I understood where she was coming from. I assumed that she was having a hard time at home, and all she could do was express her feelings through music. Many people from the Conservatory of Music really gives us TOMCAT a hard time. Actually, this is the only event in school I despise a lot, and that is because of the difficult people you have to deal with. After the event, the staffers would gather and share experiences (bad ones) about the members of the orchestra.
But there are at least some of them who have really good hearts. Some guys would help out in transferring instruments, fixing the wirings and stuff. They make up a good working environment.
So I thought, the good music they play must me coming from very serious emotions. Either good ones, or bad ones. But these are really strong, powerful emotions.
When the concert began, I was staring at f bitch most of the time, trying to read her actions. How she ignored the director's orders during rehearsals, was maybe a manifestation of how people ignored her at home. But as she was playing, her eyes were closed. As if trying to mourn with the music from her violin. I know I would have done the same if I were a musician, but maybe not to the point where I'd be hurting people's feelings. She must've been through a lot, and she got my sympathy that night.
But what made my night was an audience member. Though she was seated next to Dra. Belo, I was all eyes on this lady from the Ayala-Zobel clan. Every performance by the orchestra were reciprocated by her graceful applause and appreciation. When the UST Singers sang, I could even read the words "wow" and "wonderful" coming out from her mouth. She really knows how to appreciate classy performances, plus the fact that she's gorgeous, beautiful, rich, powerful and beautiful, and gorgeous. She's got class baby!
Media has given me the wrong impression about these people. I assumed she'd be mean or something. I was wrong. She was like Princess Diana, only ten times more beautiful. Right then and there, I fell in love with her personality. How I wish all rich people would be like her, and the poor ones would be less demanding. What a wonderful world!
That's why I told myself, I'll set my standards to her level, to motivate me in life. I'll look for a girl I could bring to the opera house and wouldn't fall asleep. Or someone who can drink and carry herself elegantly (I don't know how this is possible but I sure know this Ayala-Zobel woman can!). She's become so ideal that I'm beginning to doubt her existence. I thought I've seen them all, but no, she's the BOMB!
I wonder where these people hang out?
Maybe if I stay there long enough, they'll notice me.....and call on the guards! ahahah!
Anyway, Belo is hot in her own right. I couldn't blame Hayden for dating her, kasi she's hooot! I got this thing for older women, matured and nurturing. Ahaha! NURTURING! It's like having a mom and a girlfriend combined! I want to feel that someday. Someday. Wag muna ngayon. Thesis muna.
I remember this one girl we call f bitch. For two consecutive years now, she's been nothing but a pain in the ass for the staffers. She reaaaaaaly loves to bitch around, and I seriously don't know what she gets from it. I was kind of hoping not to see her playing this year, but, alas, she's still alive.
So during rehearsals, the director asked me to let the orchestra in, in a single line. So I told the orchestra as they entered the hall to fall in a single line. F bitch answered back, "Orchestra kami, so iba-iba kasi yung pwesto namin. Hindi kami pwedeng mag single line." I told her, "Para lang po maayos."
And she went to her position. Two minutes later, she approached me. I don't think she's comfortable with the fact that I got the last say in our little argument.
"Excuse me lang, linawin ko lang. Orchestra kasi kami. So, iba-iba yung pasok namin. Iba-iba kasi yung instruments, kailangan maintindihan mo na..."
I saw her eyes, and I really felt bad for her. All I said was: "Okay, no problem."
Then I understood where she was coming from. I assumed that she was having a hard time at home, and all she could do was express her feelings through music. Many people from the Conservatory of Music really gives us TOMCAT a hard time. Actually, this is the only event in school I despise a lot, and that is because of the difficult people you have to deal with. After the event, the staffers would gather and share experiences (bad ones) about the members of the orchestra.
But there are at least some of them who have really good hearts. Some guys would help out in transferring instruments, fixing the wirings and stuff. They make up a good working environment.
So I thought, the good music they play must me coming from very serious emotions. Either good ones, or bad ones. But these are really strong, powerful emotions.
When the concert began, I was staring at f bitch most of the time, trying to read her actions. How she ignored the director's orders during rehearsals, was maybe a manifestation of how people ignored her at home. But as she was playing, her eyes were closed. As if trying to mourn with the music from her violin. I know I would have done the same if I were a musician, but maybe not to the point where I'd be hurting people's feelings. She must've been through a lot, and she got my sympathy that night.
But what made my night was an audience member. Though she was seated next to Dra. Belo, I was all eyes on this lady from the Ayala-Zobel clan. Every performance by the orchestra were reciprocated by her graceful applause and appreciation. When the UST Singers sang, I could even read the words "wow" and "wonderful" coming out from her mouth. She really knows how to appreciate classy performances, plus the fact that she's gorgeous, beautiful, rich, powerful and beautiful, and gorgeous. She's got class baby!
Media has given me the wrong impression about these people. I assumed she'd be mean or something. I was wrong. She was like Princess Diana, only ten times more beautiful. Right then and there, I fell in love with her personality. How I wish all rich people would be like her, and the poor ones would be less demanding. What a wonderful world!
That's why I told myself, I'll set my standards to her level, to motivate me in life. I'll look for a girl I could bring to the opera house and wouldn't fall asleep. Or someone who can drink and carry herself elegantly (I don't know how this is possible but I sure know this Ayala-Zobel woman can!). She's become so ideal that I'm beginning to doubt her existence. I thought I've seen them all, but no, she's the BOMB!
I wonder where these people hang out?
Maybe if I stay there long enough, they'll notice me.....and call on the guards! ahahah!
Anyway, Belo is hot in her own right. I couldn't blame Hayden for dating her, kasi she's hooot! I got this thing for older women, matured and nurturing. Ahaha! NURTURING! It's like having a mom and a girlfriend combined! I want to feel that someday. Someday. Wag muna ngayon. Thesis muna.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Story concepts for Film class
Well, we've been asked to make these story concepts for a short film, and I browsed over my previous fiction stories and tried to summarize them into five sentences. I sooooo wish I'd be able to produce all my works in the future, and Film class is definitely a good start!
Anyway, I just wanted to share the three story concepts I made just now. Actually, I'm not sure if concept is the right term to use. Ahahah! Summary?! Anyway, I've published Syria and Celeste on my Multiply account several years back, while My Name is Clyde and Ilog Sierra came in last year.
My Name is Clyde
How can a person love someone who couldn’t love you back? At the final year of her high school, Essie meets Clyde who, in every aspect, is every girl’s dream guy. Struggling to fit in along with the other students of the university, Essie finds deliverance in the hands of a complete stranger (Clyde) who keeps her company every day. When the necklace she received from Clyde suddenly disappears, Essie’s memory of the car incident she had over a year ago gets more vivid, slowly realizing that she may be sharing more than just everyday small talks with her dream guy.
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This story was born inside an FX on my way home. An ambulance passed by us, and the blue and red lights flickered on the face of the pretty girl sitting across me. I assumed her name was Essie.
Ilog Sierra
Childhood bestfriends Mico and Trish were separated by fate when Mico’s family decides to migrate to the U.S. just before they reach high school. Six years later, Mico returns to the country with high hopes of seeing his childhood best friend and finally confess of his suppressed feelings towards Trish. Back at Ilog Sierra, Mico sees the same Trish he left six years ago, except that she is already married. Ilog Sierra reminds us of our childhood promises, and how inevitable circumstances make it difficult for us to fulfill them.
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This story was created for two people very close to me. It's my way of telling their love story.
Syria at Celeste
Long-time partner Syria and Celeste are caught by the 7:00 p.m. rush hour along Ortigas and heavy rain begins to pour. Inside the car, the couple is caught in an intense argument about lovers’ past and issues that have long been repressed. As the rain and traffic gets heavier, so does the emotions pouring inside the car. Will their relationship stay in traffic or are they headed for another detour? Syria at Celeste takes us to a road trip that will shed light on relationships that encounter road humps, intersections and dead ends.
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This was the life story I had during my second year college. I placed myself in one of the character's shoe, and piled my frustrations with other people on the other character. Put together, the two main characters Syria at Celeste create some sort of chemistry that makes a good tandem. Twofold. I was able to release my feelings, and was able to come up with an interesting story. ahah.
I have a lot of stories to tell, but only a few really chooses to listen.
Anyway, I just wanted to share the three story concepts I made just now. Actually, I'm not sure if concept is the right term to use. Ahahah! Summary?! Anyway, I've published Syria and Celeste on my Multiply account several years back, while My Name is Clyde and Ilog Sierra came in last year.
My Name is Clyde
How can a person love someone who couldn’t love you back? At the final year of her high school, Essie meets Clyde who, in every aspect, is every girl’s dream guy. Struggling to fit in along with the other students of the university, Essie finds deliverance in the hands of a complete stranger (Clyde) who keeps her company every day. When the necklace she received from Clyde suddenly disappears, Essie’s memory of the car incident she had over a year ago gets more vivid, slowly realizing that she may be sharing more than just everyday small talks with her dream guy.
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This story was born inside an FX on my way home. An ambulance passed by us, and the blue and red lights flickered on the face of the pretty girl sitting across me. I assumed her name was Essie.
Ilog Sierra
Childhood bestfriends Mico and Trish were separated by fate when Mico’s family decides to migrate to the U.S. just before they reach high school. Six years later, Mico returns to the country with high hopes of seeing his childhood best friend and finally confess of his suppressed feelings towards Trish. Back at Ilog Sierra, Mico sees the same Trish he left six years ago, except that she is already married. Ilog Sierra reminds us of our childhood promises, and how inevitable circumstances make it difficult for us to fulfill them.
***
This story was created for two people very close to me. It's my way of telling their love story.
Syria at Celeste
Long-time partner Syria and Celeste are caught by the 7:00 p.m. rush hour along Ortigas and heavy rain begins to pour. Inside the car, the couple is caught in an intense argument about lovers’ past and issues that have long been repressed. As the rain and traffic gets heavier, so does the emotions pouring inside the car. Will their relationship stay in traffic or are they headed for another detour? Syria at Celeste takes us to a road trip that will shed light on relationships that encounter road humps, intersections and dead ends.
***
This was the life story I had during my second year college. I placed myself in one of the character's shoe, and piled my frustrations with other people on the other character. Put together, the two main characters Syria at Celeste create some sort of chemistry that makes a good tandem. Twofold. I was able to release my feelings, and was able to come up with an interesting story. ahah.
I have a lot of stories to tell, but only a few really chooses to listen.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
The Angel Locsin dream
Two nights ago, I had a dream about Angel Locsin twice. Same place, same people, same party, but the only difference was how the party ended. Let me tell you about it.
My friend and I went to this underground party one night, and saw Angel Locsin dancing with her girlfriends. She was wearing this sexy blue dress and smelled like my neighbor Bonnienie, like a baby.
My best friend and I approached her and asked her to dance, eventually, she agreed.
Big bouncers and bodyguards were all over the place.
A few seconds later, we heard a gunshot and everybody started running. My friend grabbed Angel's and my hand and led us inside this room for safety.
One or two guards saw us enter the room. "Sabi ko na may balak yung dalawang kumag na yun eh!" The guards went after us and shot us. We died, painting this bloody image where Angel was in the middle of two good friends, all peaceful.
And then I woke up. I went downstairs to get myself a glass of water before going back to bed. When I returned to my REM stage, my dream commenced once more.
Same party, same crowd. I knew what was gonna happen, so I was a little cautious this time.
My friend and I went to this underground party one night, and saw Angel Locsin dancing with her girlfriends. She was wearing this sexy blue dress and smelled like my neighbor Bonnienie, like a baby.
My best friend and I approached her and asked her to dance, eventually, she agreed.
Big bouncers and bodyguards were all over the place.
A few seconds later, we heard a gunshot and everybody started running. My friend grabbed Angel's hand, while I, knowing what would happen if I went with them, chose to leave with the rest of the people running. When I looked back, both of them were gone.
When the place was clear of guns and people, I went back only to see my friend and Angel drenched in their own blood. Angel was still breathing.
"Ganito ba siya kabulok umarte? Patay na, pero humihinga pa?" Inside my head, I laughed at the joke. Angel tried to reach out her hand, so I approached her.
What should I say to a dying person? To make her feel that the life she had was well-lived and that she was loved enough?
Screw that. I ended up telling how great an actress she was, and how I felt bad when she moved to Channel 2. Haha! When she took her last breath, I thanked her. I don't know why I did that, but I knew, I had to thank her.
I woke up once more, this time feeling a lot better. I didn't die, because I knew what was coming. Though I felt bad having to leave my friend behind. Who would have known that running away with the rest of the crowd would change the story?
Why Angel? I don't know. But one thing I learned is that, always know how to appreciate people. Learn to thank and compliment them every single day!
Today, I sent a message to two of my most beloved friends, thanked them for making my day!
Tomorrow, I will thank the world.
Everyday, I will thank my Lord!
My friend and I went to this underground party one night, and saw Angel Locsin dancing with her girlfriends. She was wearing this sexy blue dress and smelled like my neighbor Bonnienie, like a baby.
My best friend and I approached her and asked her to dance, eventually, she agreed.
Big bouncers and bodyguards were all over the place.
A few seconds later, we heard a gunshot and everybody started running. My friend grabbed Angel's and my hand and led us inside this room for safety.
One or two guards saw us enter the room. "Sabi ko na may balak yung dalawang kumag na yun eh!" The guards went after us and shot us. We died, painting this bloody image where Angel was in the middle of two good friends, all peaceful.
And then I woke up. I went downstairs to get myself a glass of water before going back to bed. When I returned to my REM stage, my dream commenced once more.
Same party, same crowd. I knew what was gonna happen, so I was a little cautious this time.
My friend and I went to this underground party one night, and saw Angel Locsin dancing with her girlfriends. She was wearing this sexy blue dress and smelled like my neighbor Bonnienie, like a baby.
My best friend and I approached her and asked her to dance, eventually, she agreed.
Big bouncers and bodyguards were all over the place.
A few seconds later, we heard a gunshot and everybody started running. My friend grabbed Angel's hand, while I, knowing what would happen if I went with them, chose to leave with the rest of the people running. When I looked back, both of them were gone.
When the place was clear of guns and people, I went back only to see my friend and Angel drenched in their own blood. Angel was still breathing.
"Ganito ba siya kabulok umarte? Patay na, pero humihinga pa?" Inside my head, I laughed at the joke. Angel tried to reach out her hand, so I approached her.
What should I say to a dying person? To make her feel that the life she had was well-lived and that she was loved enough?
Screw that. I ended up telling how great an actress she was, and how I felt bad when she moved to Channel 2. Haha! When she took her last breath, I thanked her. I don't know why I did that, but I knew, I had to thank her.
I woke up once more, this time feeling a lot better. I didn't die, because I knew what was coming. Though I felt bad having to leave my friend behind. Who would have known that running away with the rest of the crowd would change the story?
Why Angel? I don't know. But one thing I learned is that, always know how to appreciate people. Learn to thank and compliment them every single day!
Today, I sent a message to two of my most beloved friends, thanked them for making my day!
Tomorrow, I will thank the world.
Everyday, I will thank my Lord!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
A Christmas Carol
I went to see this film in a not so cheap manner, sa IMAX, 3D pa! O-ha!
After swimming training and tryouts for the new members, and after rehearsing for Chandra's talent for MMAB, I still decided to watch it despite the fear of falling asleep in an expensive movie. Ahahah!
The 3d experience (first time for Chands) was worth it.. Seeing the sparkle in her eyes when she first saw the gigantic screen, the fact that she wore the 3d glasses and took a picture of herself. All fun. =)
Sila: Wado, para kang nakasuot ng goggles! (And then they all laughed)
Then I remembered that I have my goggles with me since I came from swimming training. And so while they were all busy taking pictures of themselves, I took off my 3D glasses and replaced them with my goggles.
WADO: Paano ninyo naman nasabing para akong naka-goggles?
They all looked back at me and laughed so hard.
CHANDRA: That's your best joke e-vah! ahahaha!
It actually made my night. And until 4am, we were rehearsing for Chanrdra's dance number. GV all the way.
Kahit pala pagod ka, when you're in good company, you find it hard to sleep, dahil ayaw mong may ma-miss na masayang pangyayari.
Back to the film, it wasn't what I expected from the trailer. Akala ko, feel good na Christmas movie with jingle bells ringing throughout, pero hindi. It was kinda dark and serious and talked about death as a penalty for not believing in Christmas, poverty, making fun of people.
Maganda naman yung movie eh, I just don't think the children would understand it, or worse, appreciate.
Anyway, 30 days to go before Christmas! I feel the cool December breeze na!
Sneeze gear on!
After swimming training and tryouts for the new members, and after rehearsing for Chandra's talent for MMAB, I still decided to watch it despite the fear of falling asleep in an expensive movie. Ahahah!
The 3d experience (first time for Chands) was worth it.. Seeing the sparkle in her eyes when she first saw the gigantic screen, the fact that she wore the 3d glasses and took a picture of herself. All fun. =)
Sila: Wado, para kang nakasuot ng goggles! (And then they all laughed)
Then I remembered that I have my goggles with me since I came from swimming training. And so while they were all busy taking pictures of themselves, I took off my 3D glasses and replaced them with my goggles.
WADO: Paano ninyo naman nasabing para akong naka-goggles?
They all looked back at me and laughed so hard.
CHANDRA: That's your best joke e-vah! ahahaha!
It actually made my night. And until 4am, we were rehearsing for Chanrdra's dance number. GV all the way.
Kahit pala pagod ka, when you're in good company, you find it hard to sleep, dahil ayaw mong may ma-miss na masayang pangyayari.
Back to the film, it wasn't what I expected from the trailer. Akala ko, feel good na Christmas movie with jingle bells ringing throughout, pero hindi. It was kinda dark and serious and talked about death as a penalty for not believing in Christmas, poverty, making fun of people.
Maganda naman yung movie eh, I just don't think the children would understand it, or worse, appreciate.
Anyway, 30 days to go before Christmas! I feel the cool December breeze na!
Sneeze gear on!
What is your greatest fierce?
Got this line from a friend's status in Facebook, and it really made me laugh. =)
IN just one week, I threw out a month's worth of waterworks that I didn't ask for. Well who would? The last time I cried this much was some three months ago (I think) over the phone with (part deleted) where we argued over our differences. Only this time, I cried of pain, grave suffering, and a whole lot of misunderstanding.
Crying is like puking. The process isn't at all pretty, but you'll feel good afterwards, because you've finally made a release.
Release--everyone needs it, don't we all?
Well, people have different ways of releasing anger and sorrow. While I prefer keeping it to myself, others choose to be more vocal and physically expressive.
Snap. I just realized that as far as I could recall, this problem made me cry more than any other problems I've had before. But why don't I see it as a big problem?
Not even a small problem.
Not even a problem.
But rather a challenge.
What makes a challenge different from a problem? Nothing much I suppose. But challenges are the ones you fight for, fight against, and fight with. While problems, you just have to deal with them whether you like it or not. While problems and challenges both makes us stronger, the latter gives us a choice, to take it or not to take it.
For the record, this I think, is one of the greatest challenge I decided to take. It is scary, and at times heart-breaking. But what matters is that at the end of it all, I know it will make me stronger, better. I might not win the challenge, but taking on it is definitely a huge step for me.
Wado to Challenge: Bring it on!
IN just one week, I threw out a month's worth of waterworks that I didn't ask for. Well who would? The last time I cried this much was some three months ago (I think) over the phone with (part deleted) where we argued over our differences. Only this time, I cried of pain, grave suffering, and a whole lot of misunderstanding.
Crying is like puking. The process isn't at all pretty, but you'll feel good afterwards, because you've finally made a release.
Release--everyone needs it, don't we all?
Well, people have different ways of releasing anger and sorrow. While I prefer keeping it to myself, others choose to be more vocal and physically expressive.
Snap. I just realized that as far as I could recall, this problem made me cry more than any other problems I've had before. But why don't I see it as a big problem?
Not even a small problem.
Not even a problem.
But rather a challenge.
What makes a challenge different from a problem? Nothing much I suppose. But challenges are the ones you fight for, fight against, and fight with. While problems, you just have to deal with them whether you like it or not. While problems and challenges both makes us stronger, the latter gives us a choice, to take it or not to take it.
For the record, this I think, is one of the greatest challenge I decided to take. It is scary, and at times heart-breaking. But what matters is that at the end of it all, I know it will make me stronger, better. I might not win the challenge, but taking on it is definitely a huge step for me.
Wado to Challenge: Bring it on!
Friday, November 6, 2009
A thing for the beach
Looking through my previous blog posts on Multiply, I realized one thing. Most of the fiction stories I wrote are connected to the beach in some way. And most of these blogs, if not all, are my favorites.
I guess I have this really crazy thing for the beach, and how strongly it reminds me of the simpler me. Looking at the vast blue sky and listening to the waves dying as they reach the shore calms me.
And so right now, I think I need to be at the beach.
It is my happy place.
I guess I have this really crazy thing for the beach, and how strongly it reminds me of the simpler me. Looking at the vast blue sky and listening to the waves dying as they reach the shore calms me.
And so right now, I think I need to be at the beach.
It is my happy place.
Roadkill
Past 4:00am I was driving along EDSA. The cool BER month breeze blowing through my ears as I counted the streetlights pass me by. Five minutes more, I had to close the windows. I thought I needed to get away from people. My vision began to blur as tears started to circle my eyes. I had to close them from time to time to see the road clearly. As if closing them were enough to help me clearly see what life has in store for me. It wasn't.
The radio's volume was up, and deaf was all I'd ever be. Cars piled up behind me, yet their blows of horn was as shallow as butterfly's whisper. People said I move on too quickly. But last night, I asked myself, why the tears? Why in pain?
The radio's volume was up, and deaf was all I'd ever be. Cars piled up behind me, yet their blows of horn was as shallow as butterfly's whisper. People said I move on too quickly. But last night, I asked myself, why the tears? Why in pain?
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Fondness and the like
So I'm chatting with this stranger from St. Paul who sent me a message last week, asking if I was from Ateneo. She became too persistent that it is now quite difficult for me to keep myself away from her. She's now asking for my cellphone number, and sends me a message everytime I go online.
Now I know she's hitting on me when she starts noticing how Korean actor I look and how I should enter showbiz and all. Interestingly enough, she's only in her 2nd year, college.
I smiled.
I suddenly felt the rush I used to have way back in highschool where people stalk you like mad. I've had people calling my house, following me at malls, strangers texting me. For the bikini open I joined, I even got a group of people waiting for me outside asking for an autograph. Funny, but not something I'd laugh about.
That was my last taste of limelight and I wouldn't want any more servings. Overwhelming yes, but not enough to give away the quiet life I've always wanted.
So here I am again, tolerating this young girl's fondness. Now she's asking about my lovelife, the breakup, and everything good about me. It's nice to get people like **** every now and then. It makes you feel special and appreciated, and not the kind you get from the people who know you. Sometimes, it's a bonus to get praises from strangers. it means you are really doing well, well enough for these strangers to notice you.
Now I know she's hitting on me when she starts noticing how Korean actor I look and how I should enter showbiz and all. Interestingly enough, she's only in her 2nd year, college.
I smiled.
I suddenly felt the rush I used to have way back in highschool where people stalk you like mad. I've had people calling my house, following me at malls, strangers texting me. For the bikini open I joined, I even got a group of people waiting for me outside asking for an autograph. Funny, but not something I'd laugh about.
That was my last taste of limelight and I wouldn't want any more servings. Overwhelming yes, but not enough to give away the quiet life I've always wanted.
So here I am again, tolerating this young girl's fondness. Now she's asking about my lovelife, the breakup, and everything good about me. It's nice to get people like **** every now and then. It makes you feel special and appreciated, and not the kind you get from the people who know you. Sometimes, it's a bonus to get praises from strangers. it means you are really doing well, well enough for these strangers to notice you.
At the middle of it all
In the midst of playing Cafe World and watching the Lord of the Rings for the first time, a thought came upon me.
What do I want now?
On top of my head, I seriously want to go back to Manila. Other than that, all else is uncertain.
Going home where everything seems stagnant makes me stow away from what I thought were my goals back in Manila. It's different here when everybody else thinks you are this much, when in reality, you are only this enough. And people here would not understand your satisfaction. Ironically, they do not even get to half the satisfaction I have of myself. Sad.
Napagod ako.
And there's this friend who's been nagging me about editing a video for her months ago. And she's demanding it anytime this week. So goodluck with my grand Manila welcome anytime soon. I'm sure it wouldn't be grand like I hoped it would be.
New thesis coming along, enrollment for my irregular subject, and this friend with the favor.
And I thought sembreak was supposed to be fun.
What do I want now?
On top of my head, I seriously want to go back to Manila. Other than that, all else is uncertain.
Going home where everything seems stagnant makes me stow away from what I thought were my goals back in Manila. It's different here when everybody else thinks you are this much, when in reality, you are only this enough. And people here would not understand your satisfaction. Ironically, they do not even get to half the satisfaction I have of myself. Sad.
Napagod ako.
And there's this friend who's been nagging me about editing a video for her months ago. And she's demanding it anytime this week. So goodluck with my grand Manila welcome anytime soon. I'm sure it wouldn't be grand like I hoped it would be.
New thesis coming along, enrollment for my irregular subject, and this friend with the favor.
And I thought sembreak was supposed to be fun.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Hello-Ween
I've always despised people dressing up for Halloween parties. I thought they were a bunch of losers trying to get attention.
Until a recent discovery changed my percept. A new friend Miko Santos throws this really amazing Halloween costume party at his place, and everyone gets to come in awesome fun costumes.
Though the idea is strange to me, I thought I'd like to join one of those parties next year. Im'ma search the next for the wildest and craziest Halloween party next year and count myself in. Something new. For a change. Since I'm living my life to the fullest and all, why not try to be outrageous for one night. Be silly, fun and carefree.
Now that's fun...I think.
Halloween Randoms
Until a recent discovery changed my percept. A new friend Miko Santos throws this really amazing Halloween costume party at his place, and everyone gets to come in awesome fun costumes.
Though the idea is strange to me, I thought I'd like to join one of those parties next year. Im'ma search the next for the wildest and craziest Halloween party next year and count myself in. Something new. For a change. Since I'm living my life to the fullest and all, why not try to be outrageous for one night. Be silly, fun and carefree.
Now that's fun...I think.
Halloween Randoms
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Ganito kami sa Lucena
Pagdating ko pa lang sa Lucena, sinalubong na ako ni Beijing at ng super cute na mini pincher na pinangalanan kong Chelsea. I left Manila ng 6am, got here around 9am na din. Mom prepared a hearty breakfast for me, as dad took me to the City Hall afterwards to register.
Hindi ako patient na tao, at lalong hindi mo ako mapapapila sa madaming tao. Pagdating sa city hall, as expected, puno. Akala ko, may magagawa ang dad ko dahil Brgy. captain siya. Perks ba. Pero wala. I had to fall in line like the rest of Lucena for seven aggravating hours.
Dumating ako ng 11am, at natapos ng mga quarter to 7 ng gabi. I had 2 bottles of C2 and Bread Pan for lunch. Binawi ko na lang sa dinner na liempo at chopsuey.
nung 4th hour ko sa pila, nagbalak akong umuwi na lang at wag na magregister. Pero naalala ko ang sabi ng dad ko na dadating daw ang time na voter's ID lang ang tatanggapin ng government, kaya importanteng magregister ako. Naalala ko din ang pangako ko sa isang kaibigan na si Noynoy ang iboboto ko. Naalala ko din ang 4 hours na ipinila ko---na mapupunta lang sa wala pag umalis ako.
Sabi nga ng isang quote, "If you are about to give up, think about the reason why you held on for so long..." Totoo naman eh. Lahat ng ginagawa nating bagay sa mundo, may motivations. Sa haba ng pila, katext ko lang si Kookai, medyo napaikli niya ang waiting line kahit paano.
Medyo may sense of fulfillment din naman nung napicturan na ako. Pero ang hindi ko lang matanggap, na may ibang nakapagrehistro sa loob ng isang oras lang, tulad ni Miko at Kookai. nainggit ako. Ahahah!
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Kahapon, pagdating ko dito, natambakan agad ako ng madaming trabaho. Tulad nung tita ko na may pinapaedit agad na video. May isang tita, nagppaconvert. Mom ko, nagpapaphotoshoot para sa panibago niyang tarps and posters. Dad ko, nagpagawa ng speech niya para sa barangay. Tita ko, nagpaayos sa akin ng camera. Radiator ng kotse, ako pa din ba mag-aayos?
Speaking of car, ipapadala na sana sa Manila yung Ford eh, yun nga lang, saktong bumigay yung radiator. POTA! P10,000+ ang brand new. Pinarepair na lang muna ni dad temporary. Ayun nga lang, hindi pwedeng ibyahe ng malayo. So dito pa din si Ford sa Lucena.
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Speaking of the tarps na pinapagawa ni ma, pinipilit niya akong magpicture gamit ang digicam na hindi naman kagandahan. Hindi niya magets yung point ko na ayaw kong picturan yung mga pagkain at gawing bagong menu board dahil pangit nga yung kakalabasan nung picture. Sabi niya okay lang daw kahit malabo yung pics, sabi ko hindi okay.
"Sayang naman yung mga tama kong inaral kung gagawa din ako, eh mali pa."
Hindi niya magets na pag pangit yung shot, pangit talaga. Pinipilit niyang i-edit ko sa Adobe lahat. Dahil napikon ako, sabi ko tuloy,
"Pag sunog yung chicken sa picture, hindi ko kayang i-edit yan para hindi maging sunog."
Akala niya, kaya ng computer gawin lahat. Kung si ANgelica nga naman, napapapayat sa FHM cover, paano pa ang simpleng manok? Point taken, pero hindi ko vinalidate.
Sumama ang loob ko dahil depressed ang mom ko. Ang tagal daw niya akong hinintay umuwi para ipagawa yung tarps, tapos hindi ko daw ginawa. Ang purpose ko lang naman ng pag-uwi eh makita sila. Yun lang. Sad, hindi niya ata narealize yun. Kaya tuloy ang bigat ng loob ko tuwing umuuwi, kasi ang daming pinapagawa sakin.
Sabi niya: "Hindi naman kailangan maganda eh. Basta mapalitan yung posters."
"Eh di sana hindi na lang ako ang gumawa. Hindi ako gumagawa ng hindi maganda..."
Malungkot ako dahil I made her sad, pero wala akong magawa, pugak talaga yung camera niya.
**
Buti na lang, paguwi ko, available na ang grades via ELEAP. At wala akong bagsak! Happy thoughts kahit paano. Haaay.
Nang-uupdate lang.
Hindi ako patient na tao, at lalong hindi mo ako mapapapila sa madaming tao. Pagdating sa city hall, as expected, puno. Akala ko, may magagawa ang dad ko dahil Brgy. captain siya. Perks ba. Pero wala. I had to fall in line like the rest of Lucena for seven aggravating hours.
Dumating ako ng 11am, at natapos ng mga quarter to 7 ng gabi. I had 2 bottles of C2 and Bread Pan for lunch. Binawi ko na lang sa dinner na liempo at chopsuey.
nung 4th hour ko sa pila, nagbalak akong umuwi na lang at wag na magregister. Pero naalala ko ang sabi ng dad ko na dadating daw ang time na voter's ID lang ang tatanggapin ng government, kaya importanteng magregister ako. Naalala ko din ang pangako ko sa isang kaibigan na si Noynoy ang iboboto ko. Naalala ko din ang 4 hours na ipinila ko---na mapupunta lang sa wala pag umalis ako.
Sabi nga ng isang quote, "If you are about to give up, think about the reason why you held on for so long..." Totoo naman eh. Lahat ng ginagawa nating bagay sa mundo, may motivations. Sa haba ng pila, katext ko lang si Kookai, medyo napaikli niya ang waiting line kahit paano.
Medyo may sense of fulfillment din naman nung napicturan na ako. Pero ang hindi ko lang matanggap, na may ibang nakapagrehistro sa loob ng isang oras lang, tulad ni Miko at Kookai. nainggit ako. Ahahah!
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Kahapon, pagdating ko dito, natambakan agad ako ng madaming trabaho. Tulad nung tita ko na may pinapaedit agad na video. May isang tita, nagppaconvert. Mom ko, nagpapaphotoshoot para sa panibago niyang tarps and posters. Dad ko, nagpagawa ng speech niya para sa barangay. Tita ko, nagpaayos sa akin ng camera. Radiator ng kotse, ako pa din ba mag-aayos?
Speaking of car, ipapadala na sana sa Manila yung Ford eh, yun nga lang, saktong bumigay yung radiator. POTA! P10,000+ ang brand new. Pinarepair na lang muna ni dad temporary. Ayun nga lang, hindi pwedeng ibyahe ng malayo. So dito pa din si Ford sa Lucena.
**
Speaking of the tarps na pinapagawa ni ma, pinipilit niya akong magpicture gamit ang digicam na hindi naman kagandahan. Hindi niya magets yung point ko na ayaw kong picturan yung mga pagkain at gawing bagong menu board dahil pangit nga yung kakalabasan nung picture. Sabi niya okay lang daw kahit malabo yung pics, sabi ko hindi okay.
"Sayang naman yung mga tama kong inaral kung gagawa din ako, eh mali pa."
Hindi niya magets na pag pangit yung shot, pangit talaga. Pinipilit niyang i-edit ko sa Adobe lahat. Dahil napikon ako, sabi ko tuloy,
"Pag sunog yung chicken sa picture, hindi ko kayang i-edit yan para hindi maging sunog."
Akala niya, kaya ng computer gawin lahat. Kung si ANgelica nga naman, napapapayat sa FHM cover, paano pa ang simpleng manok? Point taken, pero hindi ko vinalidate.
Sumama ang loob ko dahil depressed ang mom ko. Ang tagal daw niya akong hinintay umuwi para ipagawa yung tarps, tapos hindi ko daw ginawa. Ang purpose ko lang naman ng pag-uwi eh makita sila. Yun lang. Sad, hindi niya ata narealize yun. Kaya tuloy ang bigat ng loob ko tuwing umuuwi, kasi ang daming pinapagawa sakin.
Sabi niya: "Hindi naman kailangan maganda eh. Basta mapalitan yung posters."
"Eh di sana hindi na lang ako ang gumawa. Hindi ako gumagawa ng hindi maganda..."
Malungkot ako dahil I made her sad, pero wala akong magawa, pugak talaga yung camera niya.
**
Buti na lang, paguwi ko, available na ang grades via ELEAP. At wala akong bagsak! Happy thoughts kahit paano. Haaay.
Nang-uupdate lang.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Scriptwriting
I used to love writing about fictitious characters. Most of them are inspired by my friends' personality, triggered by strong emotional feelings. If there's something I'd like to say, but just don't have good enough guts to, I say it through a story.
Ten months ago, I could write stories on a daily basis. Writing has become my way of releasing stress. Now I've been wondering where all my inspiration went?
I've considered a few explanations for this. One is that maybe I've been honest lately, and that writing fiction stories has been my way of concealing the truth.
Or maybe I've lost that inspiration.
Or maybe I've found my writer's block, and simply couldn't write anymore.
(I guess I just missed the writing side of me...)
Ten months ago, I could write stories on a daily basis. Writing has become my way of releasing stress. Now I've been wondering where all my inspiration went?
I've considered a few explanations for this. One is that maybe I've been honest lately, and that writing fiction stories has been my way of concealing the truth.
Or maybe I've lost that inspiration.
Or maybe I've found my writer's block, and simply couldn't write anymore.
(I guess I just missed the writing side of me...)
Sunday, October 25, 2009
When you say "Pare!"
I took the bus kanina, when 2 guys sat beside me, yuppies.
Yung isang maliit, ang ingay. At lahat ng sentence niya, nagsisimula sa "pare".
"Pare, tangena yung init kanina. Mas malamig pa sa labas nung kwarto. Pare, para naman akong pinanganak na hindi nasanay sa lamig o, grabe yung init, pare!"
And the worst part was, he was totally checking me out. Bakla ampota!
I was already giving him the grin. Tapos nagsimula siyang magkwento tungkol sa bahay nila. Everybody else inside the bus were looking at us, i tried to sleep, baka mapagkamalan pa akong kasama nung dalawang mag-PARE.
Buti na lang, umalis yung pasahero sa upuan sa harap ko, at lumipat yung dalawang mag kumPARE.
"Pare, gusto mo ba ng malamig na aircon pare? Itututok ko sa iyo to ha, pare?"
And I wasn't even trying to exaggerate the number of times he used the word Pare.
KADIRI ka pare! Stop talking about Beyonce and Charice Pempenco next time before you use the word PARE again. Nasira ang buong biyahe ko pauwi! Good thing I was really tired, I slept right through one half his conversation.
BV randoms
Yung isang maliit, ang ingay. At lahat ng sentence niya, nagsisimula sa "pare".
"Pare, tangena yung init kanina. Mas malamig pa sa labas nung kwarto. Pare, para naman akong pinanganak na hindi nasanay sa lamig o, grabe yung init, pare!"
And the worst part was, he was totally checking me out. Bakla ampota!
I was already giving him the grin. Tapos nagsimula siyang magkwento tungkol sa bahay nila. Everybody else inside the bus were looking at us, i tried to sleep, baka mapagkamalan pa akong kasama nung dalawang mag-PARE.
Buti na lang, umalis yung pasahero sa upuan sa harap ko, at lumipat yung dalawang mag kumPARE.
"Pare, gusto mo ba ng malamig na aircon pare? Itututok ko sa iyo to ha, pare?"
And I wasn't even trying to exaggerate the number of times he used the word Pare.
KADIRI ka pare! Stop talking about Beyonce and Charice Pempenco next time before you use the word PARE again. Nasira ang buong biyahe ko pauwi! Good thing I was really tired, I slept right through one half his conversation.
BV randoms
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Finally, a Family Lunch
After quite some time, our family, (although not complete)decided to eat out together for lunch. My sister Bea treated us to a hot pot in Luk Foo somewhere in E.Rod.
It has been a while since our family would eat out like this. Being a restaurant owner, meals together have been taken for granted by the family. Usually, we'd be eating separately, or by two's, but never as a family. Or should we have meals together, all six of us, we'd be discussing problems among ourselves.
But this meal actually told me a lot about close family ties. Screw the people from immigration! Despite all the problems we're facing, I believe that this family is as tight as it could get. I see that my mom and my dad are doing okay. Although sibling rivalry comes from time to time, we try hard to simply shrug it off and laugh about it.
Finally, I realized that I am actually okay with dad. Time made it possible. As for my brother, I'll just wait...for maturity (in three years I guess).
The food was amazing! I couldn't stop telling my friends about it the next day. Or maybe it was the people I'm with. My family. =)
It has been a while since our family would eat out like this. Being a restaurant owner, meals together have been taken for granted by the family. Usually, we'd be eating separately, or by two's, but never as a family. Or should we have meals together, all six of us, we'd be discussing problems among ourselves.
But this meal actually told me a lot about close family ties. Screw the people from immigration! Despite all the problems we're facing, I believe that this family is as tight as it could get. I see that my mom and my dad are doing okay. Although sibling rivalry comes from time to time, we try hard to simply shrug it off and laugh about it.
Finally, I realized that I am actually okay with dad. Time made it possible. As for my brother, I'll just wait...for maturity (in three years I guess).
The food was amazing! I couldn't stop telling my friends about it the next day. Or maybe it was the people I'm with. My family. =)
Friday, October 16, 2009
Pimped Resto!!!
Got to Level 10!!!
Pimped some of my interiors given the limited cash I have.
Damn this game rocks!!!!
Well, aside from the new Marvel game, Cafe World is the bomb!!!!
Pimped some of my interiors given the limited cash I have.
Damn this game rocks!!!!
Well, aside from the new Marvel game, Cafe World is the bomb!!!!
Gerbil, Vrick and Fever conversations
wado1988: ano ang ALAGA sa english?
Maggie Cortez: take good care
wado1988: hindi, as in yung batang inaalagaan?
wado1988: ahaha
Maggie Cortez: aaaah
Maggie Cortez: shit i dont know
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wado1988: ano ang ALAGA sa english? as in yung inaalagaan na baby?
jazelle wuthrich: HONEY
jazelle wuthrich: HAHA
wado1988: peste!
jazelle wuthrich: BABYSITTER
wado1988: ahah
jazelle wuthrich: YUNG NAGAALAGA
jazelle wuthrich: THE BABY
wado1988: yung inaaalagaan nung sitter?
jazelle wuthrich:
jazelle wuthrich: THE KID
wado1988: Kainis! ahahaha
jazelle wuthrich: HAH
jazelle wuthrich: *HAHA
jazelle wuthrich: E TOTOO NAMAN
jazelle wuthrich: ANG TAWAG KO SA BINEBABYSIT KO DATI
jazelle wuthrich: YUNG BATA
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**Natawa lang ako! Natanggal ang stress at pressure sa IMC, Film at Photog.
Now back to work Mr. Siman!
Maggie Cortez: take good care
wado1988: hindi, as in yung batang inaalagaan?
wado1988: ahaha
Maggie Cortez: aaaah
Maggie Cortez: shit i dont know
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wado1988: ano ang ALAGA sa english? as in yung inaalagaan na baby?
jazelle wuthrich: HONEY
jazelle wuthrich: HAHA
wado1988: peste!
jazelle wuthrich: BABYSITTER
wado1988: ahah
jazelle wuthrich: YUNG NAGAALAGA
jazelle wuthrich: THE BABY
wado1988: yung inaaalagaan nung sitter?
jazelle wuthrich:
jazelle wuthrich: THE KID
wado1988: Kainis! ahahaha
jazelle wuthrich: HAH
jazelle wuthrich: *HAHA
jazelle wuthrich: E TOTOO NAMAN
jazelle wuthrich: ANG TAWAG KO SA BINEBABYSIT KO DATI
jazelle wuthrich: YUNG BATA
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**Natawa lang ako! Natanggal ang stress at pressure sa IMC, Film at Photog.
Now back to work Mr. Siman!
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Of family ties
My parents didn't get their Visa approved at the embassy today.
They said that most of the travels made by the family are separated or individually done. Therefore, we lack the family tie they were looking for.
I feel sad for the both of them.
But looking on the brighter side of things...
we'd have to travel Asia now!!! Whoooot!
And I do hope we'll get all the family bonding and ties we need! More enough to make us not want to go to the US of A anymore! Singapore please. =)
They said that most of the travels made by the family are separated or individually done. Therefore, we lack the family tie they were looking for.
I feel sad for the both of them.
But looking on the brighter side of things...
we'd have to travel Asia now!!! Whoooot!
And I do hope we'll get all the family bonding and ties we need! More enough to make us not want to go to the US of A anymore! Singapore please. =)
Jager-mized
Fun night with my pares at Music Match Metrowalk!
I don't know if this is a good thing or not, but these guys do not drink, until came Wado. Aahahha!
Fun moments with my friends!
I don't know if this is a good thing or not, but these guys do not drink, until came Wado. Aahahha!
Fun moments with my friends!
Monday, October 12, 2009
Will I get a Shaina?
Last week, I finished my Villa Estrella download and watched it. I didn't notice that the film was actually finished until I saw the end credits. Seryoso!
Most of the time, I was really watching Shaina throw her lines, get scared, and angry. But above all, I couldn't help but notice the perfect features she has. Head to toe. And I should also commend her acting, she almost got me believing that the movie was actually good. Nonetheless, she sure as hell is pretty!
I even called up my friend JC and told him about the movie, and invited him to come over to watch it again. Pero busy siya.
And so I asked myself, could I ever get a Shaina? Would I deserve a Shaina? Asa!
But the problem goes right back at me. Am I willing to work my way to deserve a Shaina? Just like anybody else, I am afraid. The risk wouldn't actually end when you get your Shaina, but keeping her with you is the real test. And based on my past experiences, that is where I'm weak at.
Should I find the person who deserves the risk, I'd gladly risk it all (through the fire...lalala. HAHA). But for now, seriously, I need the loooooong break from this gig. I'm going to save myself for the right Shaina, and hopefully when that time comes, I'll be stronger, and a whole lot better.
Most of the time, I was really watching Shaina throw her lines, get scared, and angry. But above all, I couldn't help but notice the perfect features she has. Head to toe. And I should also commend her acting, she almost got me believing that the movie was actually good. Nonetheless, she sure as hell is pretty!
I even called up my friend JC and told him about the movie, and invited him to come over to watch it again. Pero busy siya.
And so I asked myself, could I ever get a Shaina? Would I deserve a Shaina? Asa!
But the problem goes right back at me. Am I willing to work my way to deserve a Shaina? Just like anybody else, I am afraid. The risk wouldn't actually end when you get your Shaina, but keeping her with you is the real test. And based on my past experiences, that is where I'm weak at.
Should I find the person who deserves the risk, I'd gladly risk it all (through the fire...lalala. HAHA). But for now, seriously, I need the loooooong break from this gig. I'm going to save myself for the right Shaina, and hopefully when that time comes, I'll be stronger, and a whole lot better.
Funny TOMCAT apprentice
Nung writing workshop, ang pinagawa kong "getting to know each other" activity sa mga apprentice ay ang pagsasabi nila ng isang weird fact tungkol sa sarili nila na hindi pa alam ng marami. Eto ang pinaka-mabenta.
"ako, everytime kumakain ng gummi bears, dalawa."
"dalawa? Eh anong weird dun?"
"Wala. Feeling ko kasi, malungkot yung isang bear sa tiyan ko kaya sinusundan ko agad ng isa pa, para may kasama siya."
AWWWW!
"ako, everytime kumakain ng gummi bears, dalawa."
"dalawa? Eh anong weird dun?"
"Wala. Feeling ko kasi, malungkot yung isang bear sa tiyan ko kaya sinusundan ko agad ng isa pa, para may kasama siya."
AWWWW!
Friday, October 9, 2009
Penmanship Personality test
Sa last day ng photography class, our professor decided to unwind with the students by reading their handwriting. Ayaw ko talaga sa mga ganun, hindi din ako naniniwala na kaya niyang basahin ang personality mo base sa penmanship mo. pero nung buong klase na ang kasali, sumali na din ako. Dinala ko ang planner kong puro doodle kay sir, and let him read my personality.
"Wow" Sabi niya agad. "you are an artist ah! Kaya naman people find it hard to understand you." And then he looks at Audrey na kakatapos lang niyang basahin. "Talo ka nito hija, mas malakas ang right brain niya kesa sa iyo. Look at his planner o, he draws para hindi mapagod."
Puzzled, tinanong ko kung ano ang purpose ng right brain.
"When your left brain gets tired from all the memorizing, the thinking, you can shut it down and use your right brain instead to channel your stress. Kaya hindi ka masyado napapagod kasi you know how to divert your attention. Pero yun nga, mahirap kang intindihin, ganyan tayong lahat na mga artist."
So that explains it. Sabi ko sa sarili ko.
Then I asked. "Sir, eh ang love life ko po, kamusta?"
"Okay naman."
"Paanong okay?"
"Like i said, mahihirapan kang humanap ng taong iintindi sa iyo. That person must really, really love you para maintindihan ka. Complicated ka kasing tao eh." Tumawa si Audrey.
"So yun ang challenge ko sa love, sir? Ang makahanap ng taong maiintindihan ako?"
"Oo. Loyal ka naman eh. You'll be a good husband, and a good father." Nagreact si Manjie. "Good father pala eh!"
"And when you find that person na nakakaintindi sa iyo, don't let her go. But I know in time, she will come."
"Sa career ba sir? Yayaman ba ako?"
"Stay sa media. Ano ba ang hilig mo?"
"Editing po. Ng videos."
"That's good! Stay on that field. Yayaman ka!"
Sa isip ko, "yayaman lalo."
And then, natapos ang test with these final words from Sir Rotor.
"Don't let go of your passion, this is what will make you successful. And find that girl who will understand you. Mahirap mahalin talaga ang artists."
Bumalik ako sa upuan ko ng nakangiti. Parang nainspire ako na ewan. All the more I understood myself, pati na din ang lahat ng nangyari sa akin nitong nagdaang mga buwan. Parang lahat tuloy bigla, destined talaga mangyari. Kasi, konti-konti ko nang nakikita ang purpose ko sa buhay.
After the test, hindi pa din ako naniniwala sa penmanship test. Pero naniniwala ako na mahirap akong intindihin. At kung meron mang makaintindi sa akin, must really, really love me, kaya nila ako naiintindihan.
At the end of the day, I couldn't be anymore thankful that I'm getting that kind of understanding from my friends. And tulad nga ng sabi ni Sir, sana makita ko na din yung tao na magmamahal beyond my imperfections, and the one who would really understand. Loyal naman daw ako eh, mahirap lang talagang intindihin. Aahahahah!
"Wow" Sabi niya agad. "you are an artist ah! Kaya naman people find it hard to understand you." And then he looks at Audrey na kakatapos lang niyang basahin. "Talo ka nito hija, mas malakas ang right brain niya kesa sa iyo. Look at his planner o, he draws para hindi mapagod."
Puzzled, tinanong ko kung ano ang purpose ng right brain.
"When your left brain gets tired from all the memorizing, the thinking, you can shut it down and use your right brain instead to channel your stress. Kaya hindi ka masyado napapagod kasi you know how to divert your attention. Pero yun nga, mahirap kang intindihin, ganyan tayong lahat na mga artist."
So that explains it. Sabi ko sa sarili ko.
Then I asked. "Sir, eh ang love life ko po, kamusta?"
"Okay naman."
"Paanong okay?"
"Like i said, mahihirapan kang humanap ng taong iintindi sa iyo. That person must really, really love you para maintindihan ka. Complicated ka kasing tao eh." Tumawa si Audrey.
"So yun ang challenge ko sa love, sir? Ang makahanap ng taong maiintindihan ako?"
"Oo. Loyal ka naman eh. You'll be a good husband, and a good father." Nagreact si Manjie. "Good father pala eh!"
"And when you find that person na nakakaintindi sa iyo, don't let her go. But I know in time, she will come."
"Sa career ba sir? Yayaman ba ako?"
"Stay sa media. Ano ba ang hilig mo?"
"Editing po. Ng videos."
"That's good! Stay on that field. Yayaman ka!"
Sa isip ko, "yayaman lalo."
And then, natapos ang test with these final words from Sir Rotor.
"Don't let go of your passion, this is what will make you successful. And find that girl who will understand you. Mahirap mahalin talaga ang artists."
Bumalik ako sa upuan ko ng nakangiti. Parang nainspire ako na ewan. All the more I understood myself, pati na din ang lahat ng nangyari sa akin nitong nagdaang mga buwan. Parang lahat tuloy bigla, destined talaga mangyari. Kasi, konti-konti ko nang nakikita ang purpose ko sa buhay.
After the test, hindi pa din ako naniniwala sa penmanship test. Pero naniniwala ako na mahirap akong intindihin. At kung meron mang makaintindi sa akin, must really, really love me, kaya nila ako naiintindihan.
At the end of the day, I couldn't be anymore thankful that I'm getting that kind of understanding from my friends. And tulad nga ng sabi ni Sir, sana makita ko na din yung tao na magmamahal beyond my imperfections, and the one who would really understand. Loyal naman daw ako eh, mahirap lang talagang intindihin. Aahahahah!
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Things I need for this month
A card reader
---Ang hirap kasi mag uplaod ng pictures and import music from my phone to my laptop.
An iPod
---Well, hindi kaya ng phone ko ang kayang gawin ng isang iPod. At ayaw kong magpanggap ang phone ko bilang mp3 player, kasi hinid siya talaga ganun! ahaha! I miss listening to my music!
A plan for the sembreak
---I definitely would want to spend time with my friends this semester break. And I want it to be fun!
Good grades
---Delikado ako sa ethics ko dahil ang baba ng prelims ko, and I do not want to take the subject again, kasi puro memorization! May lit pa ako next sem, I do not need the extra subject! I want to graduate on time! Peste!
Okay, i'm uber sleepy now. These are just some of the things on top of my head right now.
PAHABOL
An inspiration
---hindi na! ahahah!
(ayan na naman ako!) Stop it Wado, it's not funny anymore. Sabi nga ni Ma'am Faye, ang landi daw ng Plurks ko. When I went back to read them, naisip ko, oo nga naman! AAARGH!!!
---Ang hirap kasi mag uplaod ng pictures and import music from my phone to my laptop.
An iPod
---Well, hindi kaya ng phone ko ang kayang gawin ng isang iPod. At ayaw kong magpanggap ang phone ko bilang mp3 player, kasi hinid siya talaga ganun! ahaha! I miss listening to my music!
A plan for the sembreak
---I definitely would want to spend time with my friends this semester break. And I want it to be fun!
Good grades
---Delikado ako sa ethics ko dahil ang baba ng prelims ko, and I do not want to take the subject again, kasi puro memorization! May lit pa ako next sem, I do not need the extra subject! I want to graduate on time! Peste!
Okay, i'm uber sleepy now. These are just some of the things on top of my head right now.
PAHABOL
An inspiration
---hindi na! ahahah!
(ayan na naman ako!) Stop it Wado, it's not funny anymore. Sabi nga ni Ma'am Faye, ang landi daw ng Plurks ko. When I went back to read them, naisip ko, oo nga naman! AAARGH!!!
Monday, October 5, 2009
Updated: College Senior survives pre-finals week
I have been bombarded with tons and tons of schoolwork, I seriously do not know where to start. For my photography class, we are asked to make a 100-slide powerpoint presentation about our life story. I don't know if this has anything to do about photography, but I hope to enjoy doing this activity.
Ethics, we are to make a 10 page paper on a theory and seven of its support studies. This semester, I have to admit that I've been having serious trouble with my studies. None of my subjects seem to penetrate my brain, not even the thesis class I'm industriously working on. Words may be coming out of my hand for thesis, but none of them are appreciated by my comprehension. I may be sitting in class, all eyes on the professor, but my mind is someplace else, taking its long overdue break.
I have to blame my wrong welcome for the semester. I have been too focused on other things like my orgs, lovelife, that I haven't placed much thought on the importance of education. And now that the finals week is approaching, I'm scared as hell.
With the help from my good and trustee friends, I am able to get by. I am looking forward to finish my ethics paper along with my pares, my film paper along with my gangoffour, finish my photography slideshow by myself (since this is my forte and all), and the rest will come easy.
After the typhoons that hit the country, and after a series of class suspensions, the deadlines for the finals were moved as well. Therefore, I have more time to work on these things. And today, I'm beginning to collect photos from my online journals to use in my photography project. Here's a sample photo:
This was taken by a good friend of mine at a hot spring resort in Laguna.
This week, I'll try to condition myself for the finals week. I hope I make it through. I'll rid myself of distractions, gather all inspirations, strengthen my faith in God and in myself, and say "nothing in this world could stop us tonight." -Paris Hilton
AHAHAHH!
Ethics, we are to make a 10 page paper on a theory and seven of its support studies. This semester, I have to admit that I've been having serious trouble with my studies. None of my subjects seem to penetrate my brain, not even the thesis class I'm industriously working on. Words may be coming out of my hand for thesis, but none of them are appreciated by my comprehension. I may be sitting in class, all eyes on the professor, but my mind is someplace else, taking its long overdue break.
I have to blame my wrong welcome for the semester. I have been too focused on other things like my orgs, lovelife, that I haven't placed much thought on the importance of education. And now that the finals week is approaching, I'm scared as hell.
With the help from my good and trustee friends, I am able to get by. I am looking forward to finish my ethics paper along with my pares, my film paper along with my gangoffour, finish my photography slideshow by myself (since this is my forte and all), and the rest will come easy.
After the typhoons that hit the country, and after a series of class suspensions, the deadlines for the finals were moved as well. Therefore, I have more time to work on these things. And today, I'm beginning to collect photos from my online journals to use in my photography project. Here's a sample photo:
This was taken by a good friend of mine at a hot spring resort in Laguna.
This week, I'll try to condition myself for the finals week. I hope I make it through. I'll rid myself of distractions, gather all inspirations, strengthen my faith in God and in myself, and say "nothing in this world could stop us tonight." -Paris Hilton
AHAHAHH!
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Ondoy aftermath
After the typhoon Ondoy, a lot of things happened. There was Chandra's birthday, editing at the Boy Scout Headquarters for the TOBSPA, Chinno's arrival from SG, TOMCAT's helping out Ondoy victims.
Outside our building sa UST, here's what you will see. Chairs soaked in rainwater. Pati mga books, pinapatuyo sa araw. Sana, pati grades ko sa photog, nabasa din!
When Chinno arrived from Singapore, what we first did was watch Kimmidora (again, for me), then I went with him shopping all over Trinoma. Saw Bien's friends, nice people. Chi and I has lunch at World Chicken, dinner at Kenny, Red Mango for dessert. Fun day with the Diva!
Grocery day with TOMCAT. Bought cookies, bread, water for the typhoon victims. It was nice for Jam to come up with such an activity as an organization, parang naramdaman ko yung pagiging org namin through activities like these. Na hindi lang talaga pang media ang TOMCAT, public service din pala. ahah! I love TOMCAT!
inside the TYK building, madaming Thomasian volunteers. Nagulat ako when I found out na may schedule ang per college if you want to volunteer. Well, AB, sa friday tayo! Hahah! May schedule talagaaaa ang pagtulong! Fonny! Anyway, siguro para organized na din. Go Thomasians, TULONG TOMASINO!
The surprise was a failure. Dahil sa tawa ni Miko, sa candle na ayaw sumindi, at dahil alam na talaga ni Chandra na may surprise dahil nabasa niya ang text ko kay Cookai.
Dinner at 12am sa Mister Kabab,then off to Jayjay's for bucketS of Red Horse, tequillas and margaritas.
Uwian ng 5am.
Bonus shots.
Outside our building sa UST, here's what you will see. Chairs soaked in rainwater. Pati mga books, pinapatuyo sa araw. Sana, pati grades ko sa photog, nabasa din!
When Chinno arrived from Singapore, what we first did was watch Kimmidora (again, for me), then I went with him shopping all over Trinoma. Saw Bien's friends, nice people. Chi and I has lunch at World Chicken, dinner at Kenny, Red Mango for dessert. Fun day with the Diva!
Grocery day with TOMCAT. Bought cookies, bread, water for the typhoon victims. It was nice for Jam to come up with such an activity as an organization, parang naramdaman ko yung pagiging org namin through activities like these. Na hindi lang talaga pang media ang TOMCAT, public service din pala. ahah! I love TOMCAT!
inside the TYK building, madaming Thomasian volunteers. Nagulat ako when I found out na may schedule ang per college if you want to volunteer. Well, AB, sa friday tayo! Hahah! May schedule talagaaaa ang pagtulong! Fonny! Anyway, siguro para organized na din. Go Thomasians, TULONG TOMASINO!
The surprise was a failure. Dahil sa tawa ni Miko, sa candle na ayaw sumindi, at dahil alam na talaga ni Chandra na may surprise dahil nabasa niya ang text ko kay Cookai.
Dinner at 12am sa Mister Kabab,then off to Jayjay's for bucketS of Red Horse, tequillas and margaritas.
Uwian ng 5am.
Bonus shots.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Ondoy Typhoon
Ondoy left thousands of families homeless and hungry.
Yesterday was quite a humbling experience.
Nature proved its power, now let's not take it for granted.
Here are some pics I took while I was watching the flood dominate the streets outside the house. lemme introduce a gay guy I met swimming in rain. T'was fun taking photos! Kinda forgot about the calamity for a second.
Yesterday was quite a humbling experience.
Nature proved its power, now let's not take it for granted.
Here are some pics I took while I was watching the flood dominate the streets outside the house. lemme introduce a gay guy I met swimming in rain. T'was fun taking photos! Kinda forgot about the calamity for a second.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Highschool Questions
And so I played a game with my friends, where each one of us would be given the opportunity to ask a question to anyone inside the circle.
After two rounds of clean, fun, sometimes disturbing questions, it was my turn to be asked a question.
FRIEND #1: Let's do it differently now. Why don't we answer a question for Wado now.
Everyone else agreed.
FRIEND #1: Sino sa tingin ninyo ang babaeng bagay kay Wado?
Everybody stopped, including myself. For quite some time now, I haven't really entertained the idea, until the question came. Now everyone started to think, including myself.
A friend gave an answer, "Si ------!"
"Bakit naman siya?" I asked.
"Kasi feeling ko, bagay kayo!" And everyone else laughed, including me again.
Another friend gave an answer. "Feeling ko si -----. Maganda na, matalino pa."
"Actually, I considered her, first year pa lang ako. Perfect no? Kaso, alam mo na."
Everyone laughed again, now even harder.
"At kaya ka niyang pagsabihan, feeling ko lang."
Another friend said, "Si ----------, matangkad! Pang model!"
Another friend recommended my highschool love once more. "Magbalikan na lang kaya kayo?"
***
Now, the room fell silent. One friend, who quietly observes and sits in the back couldn't easily give an answer. "Pinagiisipan ko din kasi, kanina pa. Sino nga ba? Hmmm.... Sino man ang makakapagpa-shut up kay Wado, yun na!"
"Shut up?" I asked.
"No, I mean, diba (part deleted), so I was thinking, you deserve someone na kakatakutan at papakinggan mo."
I didn't know if I should take my friend's comment positively. Pero looking it on another person's unbiased perspective, I saw my friend's intention of giving me the proper meds I deserve to become a better person. He wished not what I think was good for me, instead, he wished for someone I deserve. Although he did not give any names that day, his answer meant the most among the answers given inside that room. And I became more thankful than ever for him, and the answers God gave me that day.
"In God's time", I kept on telling myself this, over and over again. But for today, I will try my best to enjoy and make the most out of everything that comes to me.
I will live one day at a time.
I will be happy.
For whatever God's will is, I will.
After two rounds of clean, fun, sometimes disturbing questions, it was my turn to be asked a question.
FRIEND #1: Let's do it differently now. Why don't we answer a question for Wado now.
Everyone else agreed.
FRIEND #1: Sino sa tingin ninyo ang babaeng bagay kay Wado?
Everybody stopped, including myself. For quite some time now, I haven't really entertained the idea, until the question came. Now everyone started to think, including myself.
A friend gave an answer, "Si ------!"
"Bakit naman siya?" I asked.
"Kasi feeling ko, bagay kayo!" And everyone else laughed, including me again.
Another friend gave an answer. "Feeling ko si -----. Maganda na, matalino pa."
"Actually, I considered her, first year pa lang ako. Perfect no? Kaso, alam mo na."
Everyone laughed again, now even harder.
"At kaya ka niyang pagsabihan, feeling ko lang."
Another friend said, "Si ----------, matangkad! Pang model!"
Another friend recommended my highschool love once more. "Magbalikan na lang kaya kayo?"
***
Now, the room fell silent. One friend, who quietly observes and sits in the back couldn't easily give an answer. "Pinagiisipan ko din kasi, kanina pa. Sino nga ba? Hmmm.... Sino man ang makakapagpa-shut up kay Wado, yun na!"
"Shut up?" I asked.
"No, I mean, diba (part deleted), so I was thinking, you deserve someone na kakatakutan at papakinggan mo."
I didn't know if I should take my friend's comment positively. Pero looking it on another person's unbiased perspective, I saw my friend's intention of giving me the proper meds I deserve to become a better person. He wished not what I think was good for me, instead, he wished for someone I deserve. Although he did not give any names that day, his answer meant the most among the answers given inside that room. And I became more thankful than ever for him, and the answers God gave me that day.
"In God's time", I kept on telling myself this, over and over again. But for today, I will try my best to enjoy and make the most out of everything that comes to me.
I will live one day at a time.
I will be happy.
For whatever God's will is, I will.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Impluwensiya
Madali akong maimpluwensyahan nitong mga nagdaang araw.
Miko: "Wads, yosi tayo."
Ako: "Game."
Madali akong bumigay nitong mga nagdaang araw.
BJ: "Pre, pa-Dairy Queen ka naman."
Ako: "Sige."
Madali akong utusan nitong mga nagdaang araw.
Cookai: "Wads, AVP head ka sa CASA G.A. ah?"
Ako: "Sige."
---
Pansin ko lang, lahat ng nangyayari sa buhay ko nitong mga nagdaang araw, tinatanggap ko lang. Dahil siguro masaya ako, kaya ganito.
Kaninang umaga, may naka-chat akong isang kaibigan.
(part deleted)
SIYA: Hanggang dito na lang ba tayo?
AKO: Ayaw mo?
SIYA: Gusto. Pero diba mas maganda kung may something more?
Natahimik ako. Nagulat. Hindi ko inaasahan. Lumamig buong katawan ko, nanginig ang mga buto ko. Hindi ko talaga inaasahang manggagaling sa kaniya yung mga salitang ito.
AKO: Loko!
Pero ang totoo, pinag-isipan ko ang sinabi niya. Hindi ko maipaliwanag, pero nasanay akong sumasang-ayon sa lahat nitong mga nagdaang araw, nahirapan akong hindi pagbigyan ang hiling niya. Siguro, hindi ito basta-basta.
Natapos ang usapan, mukha akong nagpapaasa.
SIYA: Text o tawag ka lang ha?
AKO: Sige. Ingat.
Sa isip-isip ko, masyado pang maaga para sa ganito. Naisip ko, masyadong magulo itong papasukin ko. Naisip ko, sino ba naman ako para palampasin ang pagkakataong ito. Sa isip ko, magulo. Iniisip ko, parang ayaw ko na gusto.
Sa huli, alam kong ayaw ko. Iniisip kong hindi ito totoo. Dadasalin kong panaginip lang ang lahat ng ito. At sana bukas paggising ko, balik sa dati ang buhay ko.
RANDOMS
Miko: "Wads, yosi tayo."
Ako: "Game."
Madali akong bumigay nitong mga nagdaang araw.
BJ: "Pre, pa-Dairy Queen ka naman."
Ako: "Sige."
Madali akong utusan nitong mga nagdaang araw.
Cookai: "Wads, AVP head ka sa CASA G.A. ah?"
Ako: "Sige."
---
Pansin ko lang, lahat ng nangyayari sa buhay ko nitong mga nagdaang araw, tinatanggap ko lang. Dahil siguro masaya ako, kaya ganito.
Kaninang umaga, may naka-chat akong isang kaibigan.
(part deleted)
SIYA: Hanggang dito na lang ba tayo?
AKO: Ayaw mo?
SIYA: Gusto. Pero diba mas maganda kung may something more?
Natahimik ako. Nagulat. Hindi ko inaasahan. Lumamig buong katawan ko, nanginig ang mga buto ko. Hindi ko talaga inaasahang manggagaling sa kaniya yung mga salitang ito.
AKO: Loko!
Pero ang totoo, pinag-isipan ko ang sinabi niya. Hindi ko maipaliwanag, pero nasanay akong sumasang-ayon sa lahat nitong mga nagdaang araw, nahirapan akong hindi pagbigyan ang hiling niya. Siguro, hindi ito basta-basta.
Natapos ang usapan, mukha akong nagpapaasa.
SIYA: Text o tawag ka lang ha?
AKO: Sige. Ingat.
Sa isip-isip ko, masyado pang maaga para sa ganito. Naisip ko, masyadong magulo itong papasukin ko. Naisip ko, sino ba naman ako para palampasin ang pagkakataong ito. Sa isip ko, magulo. Iniisip ko, parang ayaw ko na gusto.
Sa huli, alam kong ayaw ko. Iniisip kong hindi ito totoo. Dadasalin kong panaginip lang ang lahat ng ito. At sana bukas paggising ko, balik sa dati ang buhay ko.
RANDOMS
Monday, September 21, 2009
usap namin ni God kagabi
Siya: IS this what you really want?
Ako: I'm happier now.
Siya: But what about them?
Ako: Sila po? Hindi ko alam. Everything I've been doing, para sa kanila. Ngayon lang ako nagdesisyon para sa sarili ko.
Siya: Very well then, I think nasagot mo na yung tanong ko.
Ako: Feeling ko nga din po. Pero favor?
Siya: Ano yun?
Ako: Jan ka lang. Para kung hindi man maganda yung kalabasan, may matatakbuhan ako.
Siya: Kailan ba naman kita iniwan?
Ako: May point Kayo! I love you! =)
Ako: I'm happier now.
Siya: But what about them?
Ako: Sila po? Hindi ko alam. Everything I've been doing, para sa kanila. Ngayon lang ako nagdesisyon para sa sarili ko.
Siya: Very well then, I think nasagot mo na yung tanong ko.
Ako: Feeling ko nga din po. Pero favor?
Siya: Ano yun?
Ako: Jan ka lang. Para kung hindi man maganda yung kalabasan, may matatakbuhan ako.
Siya: Kailan ba naman kita iniwan?
Ako: May point Kayo! I love you! =)
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Photoblog: Wado noong nagdaang linggo
My new love, RED MANGO! Well, Chandra, Cookai, and Miko introduced me to this baby, and hell yeah, I LOVED IT!!!! Whenever I see a Red Mango stall, it would take a bulldozer to stop me from grabbing a bite of this baby! P150 never tasted this good!
See the look on my face? Priceless!
I'm glad I'm doing this, spending some quality time with Cams. We went to the Feast last Sunday, made regular rounds between malls nearby, ate Red Mango, videoke, foodtrip. Just like the old times.
My friends! For almost the entire week last week, we've been together. We occasionally drop by Eastwood for Red Mango, visited Footzone for a P600 massage, sleptover at Miko's place twice this week for our film paper, foodtrip everywhere else, roadtrip to Antipolo. Darn, I mean this when I say, how I wish these guys were my blockmates. Tomorrow would have been a day I will always look forward to.
Video shoot for UST's election advocacy "Botong Tomasino". This will be aired all over the university. For two days, I embodied Tomas U. Santos, an architecture student who dreams of finding a good paying job after he graduates. Watch out for this video soon!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Saying NO means I want to, but I can't
Today, I've made the biggest decision, saying no to something I am certain I couldn't say no to. I guess this is a sign that I am slowly regaining my sense of responsibility over things which I know can impact my life.
Tomorrow, I'll say yes once more, because nothing could make me happier these days but giving in to my desires. yes to happy things, yes to happy thoughts. But for tonight, and tonight only, I'll have to hurt myself, make a pass, and say no.
It doesn't mean I do not want to, but I simply just have to say no.
This is for me becoming happy, and everyone too.
Tomorrow, I'll say yes once more, because nothing could make me happier these days but giving in to my desires. yes to happy things, yes to happy thoughts. But for tonight, and tonight only, I'll have to hurt myself, make a pass, and say no.
It doesn't mean I do not want to, but I simply just have to say no.
This is for me becoming happy, and everyone too.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
One month to Live
A few months ago, there was this book that I've planned on buying titled "One month to Live". More than a self-help book, it's more of a challenge that would require you to change the way you live your life in thirty days and sooner find out how the book has changed your life.
Four days ago, I found the book at half the price in one newly-opened bookstore. I thought it was a sign, and so I went for the book. Brushing through the first few pages, I couldn't help but be captivated by the challenge. And so I took it. I used my special hard bound notebook as a journal to keep track of my progress in thirty days.
Inasmuch as I would want to finish the book in one sitting, which I easily can, i shouldn't. It's more like a one chapter per day reading, and after every chapter, there's this activity which you should do. Day one includes the "Write five things which you would do if you knew you only had one month to live." The book told me not to think about it much, so I began writing with ease.
1. Thank, hug, affirm the people who play vital roles in my life.
2. Travel the world, take pictures and write about it.
3. Think of at least one thing to be thankful for each day.
4. Say no to the things I don't like, and yes to opportunities and risks.
5. Never to deprive myself of the material things I want.
It's funny how extreme one person could get when you know you only have one month to live. When I thought watching movies and hanging out with friends complete my day, it's not. There's something deeper to this life than wasting it on things that wouldn't really count in the end.
Over the past few months, I realized that i have been spending too much time worrying about how to get by each day being happy and fulfilled. All along the answer was with me. Happiness could not be found in people, things or events, but from within. The grandest fireworks display may mean the world to a child, but nothing to you. It's how you see things, it's how you act upon situations, it's all about you. Mother Theresa once said that there's no use trying to please other people, for it was never really about you and them, it's all about you and Him.
And so these past few days, I find it difficult to be sad over petty things. I just couldn't help but see positivity over everything that's happened to me lately. Some may see it at something big or heavy, but for me, it just shouldn't be. The only way to be happy is just to simply be.
Four days ago, I found the book at half the price in one newly-opened bookstore. I thought it was a sign, and so I went for the book. Brushing through the first few pages, I couldn't help but be captivated by the challenge. And so I took it. I used my special hard bound notebook as a journal to keep track of my progress in thirty days.
Inasmuch as I would want to finish the book in one sitting, which I easily can, i shouldn't. It's more like a one chapter per day reading, and after every chapter, there's this activity which you should do. Day one includes the "Write five things which you would do if you knew you only had one month to live." The book told me not to think about it much, so I began writing with ease.
1. Thank, hug, affirm the people who play vital roles in my life.
2. Travel the world, take pictures and write about it.
3. Think of at least one thing to be thankful for each day.
4. Say no to the things I don't like, and yes to opportunities and risks.
5. Never to deprive myself of the material things I want.
It's funny how extreme one person could get when you know you only have one month to live. When I thought watching movies and hanging out with friends complete my day, it's not. There's something deeper to this life than wasting it on things that wouldn't really count in the end.
Over the past few months, I realized that i have been spending too much time worrying about how to get by each day being happy and fulfilled. All along the answer was with me. Happiness could not be found in people, things or events, but from within. The grandest fireworks display may mean the world to a child, but nothing to you. It's how you see things, it's how you act upon situations, it's all about you. Mother Theresa once said that there's no use trying to please other people, for it was never really about you and them, it's all about you and Him.
And so these past few days, I find it difficult to be sad over petty things. I just couldn't help but see positivity over everything that's happened to me lately. Some may see it at something big or heavy, but for me, it just shouldn't be. The only way to be happy is just to simply be.
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Naka-ilang backspace na ako. Select all tapos delete.
Hindi ko alam kung paano isususlat o ikukwento.
Kinakabahan akong malaman ng tao, kinakabahan akong isipin sa sarili ko.
Kung pwede sana, ayoko. Pero sa tingin ko, dapat talagang ganito.
Nakakabitin.
Pero wala yun sa tagal, kundi sa dahilan kung bakit ito nagtagal.
Naging masaya tayo. Ako, aminadong natuto.
Salamat sa iyo, dumating ka sa buhay ko.
Ako'y nabago, sa atin ako ay saludo.
Sana okay ito.
Salamat sa iyo. Salamat at naramdaman kong minsa'y minahal at nagmahal ako, ng totoo.
Hindi ko alam kung paano isususlat o ikukwento.
Kinakabahan akong malaman ng tao, kinakabahan akong isipin sa sarili ko.
Kung pwede sana, ayoko. Pero sa tingin ko, dapat talagang ganito.
Nakakabitin.
Pero wala yun sa tagal, kundi sa dahilan kung bakit ito nagtagal.
Naging masaya tayo. Ako, aminadong natuto.
Salamat sa iyo, dumating ka sa buhay ko.
Ako'y nabago, sa atin ako ay saludo.
Sana okay ito.
Salamat sa iyo. Salamat at naramdaman kong minsa'y minahal at nagmahal ako, ng totoo.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Aqualung - Brighter Than Sunshine
I never understood before
I never knew what love was for
My heart was broke, my head was sore
What a feeling
Tied up in ancient history
I didnt believe in destiny
I look up you're standing next to me
What a feeling
What a feeling in my soul
Love burns brighter than sunshine
Brighter than sunshine
Let the rain fall, i don't care
I'm yours and suddenly you're mine
Suddenly you're mine
and it's brighter than sunshine
I never saw it happening
I'd given up and given in
I just couldn't take the hurt again
What a feeling
I didn't have the strength to fight
suddenly you seemed so right
Me and you
What a feeling
What a feeling in my soul
Love burns brighter than sunshine
It's brighter than sunshine
Let the rain fall, I don't care
I'm yours and suddenly you're mine
Suddenly you're mine
It's brighter than the sun
It's brighter than the sun
It's brighter than the sun, sun, shine.
Love will remain a mystery
But give me your hand and you will see
Your heart is keeping time with me
What a feeling in my soul
Love burns brighter than sunshine
It's brighter than sunshine
Let the rain fall, I don't care
I'm yours and suddenly you're mine
Suddenly you're mine
I never knew what love was for
My heart was broke, my head was sore
What a feeling
Tied up in ancient history
I didnt believe in destiny
I look up you're standing next to me
What a feeling
What a feeling in my soul
Love burns brighter than sunshine
Brighter than sunshine
Let the rain fall, i don't care
I'm yours and suddenly you're mine
Suddenly you're mine
and it's brighter than sunshine
I never saw it happening
I'd given up and given in
I just couldn't take the hurt again
What a feeling
I didn't have the strength to fight
suddenly you seemed so right
Me and you
What a feeling
What a feeling in my soul
Love burns brighter than sunshine
It's brighter than sunshine
Let the rain fall, I don't care
I'm yours and suddenly you're mine
Suddenly you're mine
It's brighter than the sun
It's brighter than the sun
It's brighter than the sun, sun, shine.
Love will remain a mystery
But give me your hand and you will see
Your heart is keeping time with me
What a feeling in my soul
Love burns brighter than sunshine
It's brighter than sunshine
Let the rain fall, I don't care
I'm yours and suddenly you're mine
Suddenly you're mine
Roller Coaster life
Kary sent me a quote the other day which went: "Life is like a roller coaster. Maraming twists and turns, ups and downs. But once you overcome your fear for these obstacles, only then can you enjoy the ride."
And so I thought, "oo nga naman". But all the same, I became afraid of becoming too comfortable with the ups and downs I'm going through lately. And it scares me that once I get used to it, it might turn out to be not a so-good habit after all.
A few nights ago, I got really drunk courtesy of Jagermeister in the spirit of trying to forget a chapter in my life. And the hardest part is that I'm actually trying to forget something which is good. Then why am I trying to forget about it then?
Because I have to.
Life gives us challenges, but never one of those we couldn't get through to. Everything's difficult for us at first, but eventually, we'll all realize that it has been for the better. And then we become grateful.
And so I ask myself again, do I see myself thankful in the future? --Getting over this chapter?
Just like a roller coaster, life goes in a never-ending cycle. What happens now, might eventually happen in the future. But what makes it different are the people you share the ride with. People you encourage to be strong, people who holds your hand when you're too afraid of the fall, people who close their eyes with you, people you shout with, laugh with.
What matters in the end is the experience you had with that person during the short ride. 'Cause frankly, and personally, time isn't really the measure of quality, it's what you do with the given time that counts.
Photo with my friends after Persian Kabab, bagong gising.
And so I thought, "oo nga naman". But all the same, I became afraid of becoming too comfortable with the ups and downs I'm going through lately. And it scares me that once I get used to it, it might turn out to be not a so-good habit after all.
A few nights ago, I got really drunk courtesy of Jagermeister in the spirit of trying to forget a chapter in my life. And the hardest part is that I'm actually trying to forget something which is good. Then why am I trying to forget about it then?
Because I have to.
Life gives us challenges, but never one of those we couldn't get through to. Everything's difficult for us at first, but eventually, we'll all realize that it has been for the better. And then we become grateful.
And so I ask myself again, do I see myself thankful in the future? --Getting over this chapter?
Just like a roller coaster, life goes in a never-ending cycle. What happens now, might eventually happen in the future. But what makes it different are the people you share the ride with. People you encourage to be strong, people who holds your hand when you're too afraid of the fall, people who close their eyes with you, people you shout with, laugh with.
What matters in the end is the experience you had with that person during the short ride. 'Cause frankly, and personally, time isn't really the measure of quality, it's what you do with the given time that counts.
Photo with my friends after Persian Kabab, bagong gising.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Hey Freshman!
Well, now that I still have the time to look over my Multiply site, I stumbled upon this album from my freshman year at the University of Santo Tomas.
Check this out! Kalbo pa ako, and I was kinda young then.
Ewan ko lang, pero kapag nakikita ko itong picture na ito, I remember how I used to be then.
What was I then?
Wrong question.
What changed?
Wrong question again.
How was life for me then?
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On my fourth year in college, I look at myself and think of how life has been for me for the past four years.
Life has taught me one important thing in college, and that is about love.
Love for family.
Love for self.
Love for friends.
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How was life for me then?
Life was easy. Although at some point during the time when that photo was taken, I fell in and out of the most heartbreaking love I ever had. I cried night after night, I knew I was still young even then. But I still chose to fall.
I met friends who came in and out of my life, some managed to stay with me until now, but most never did. Fell along the way.
My family went through the most difficult phase a family life could get. At some point, I thought we were about to fall apart. Like a Roman to his empire, I feared the fall. But my family proved to be stronger than any conflict. Despite EVERYTHING, we are still together. I hope we stay this way.
In my four years of college, I learned the true value of giving and receiving love from people whom you care for and cares for you all the same. I learned how to let go of family heartbreaks, Friendship overs, getting dumped, unachievable loves, bad influences, and emotions I tried to keep to myself.
I still stand my belief that learning never stops. After I graduate, I know there are still a lot of things I could learn. I want to travel the world and meet more kinds of love along the way. I think that life's essence all boils down to love, being appreciated, feeling you belong, loved, special in the eyes of another.
Life is all about love. If people think this way, what a beautiful world we'd be living in right now, no?
Check this out! Kalbo pa ako, and I was kinda young then.
Ewan ko lang, pero kapag nakikita ko itong picture na ito, I remember how I used to be then.
What was I then?
Wrong question.
What changed?
Wrong question again.
How was life for me then?
---
On my fourth year in college, I look at myself and think of how life has been for me for the past four years.
Life has taught me one important thing in college, and that is about love.
Love for family.
Love for self.
Love for friends.
---
How was life for me then?
Life was easy. Although at some point during the time when that photo was taken, I fell in and out of the most heartbreaking love I ever had. I cried night after night, I knew I was still young even then. But I still chose to fall.
I met friends who came in and out of my life, some managed to stay with me until now, but most never did. Fell along the way.
My family went through the most difficult phase a family life could get. At some point, I thought we were about to fall apart. Like a Roman to his empire, I feared the fall. But my family proved to be stronger than any conflict. Despite EVERYTHING, we are still together. I hope we stay this way.
In my four years of college, I learned the true value of giving and receiving love from people whom you care for and cares for you all the same. I learned how to let go of family heartbreaks, Friendship overs, getting dumped, unachievable loves, bad influences, and emotions I tried to keep to myself.
I still stand my belief that learning never stops. After I graduate, I know there are still a lot of things I could learn. I want to travel the world and meet more kinds of love along the way. I think that life's essence all boils down to love, being appreciated, feeling you belong, loved, special in the eyes of another.
Life is all about love. If people think this way, what a beautiful world we'd be living in right now, no?
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