Jollibee para kay Papa at Mama

Noong biyernes, nagbigay ng Christmas party ang kompanya para sa mga elementary students ng isa sa mga public school sa Tanauan. Ako ang naghost. Nakakapagod. Pakiramdam ko'y unti-unting naubos ang boses ko kakasigaw. Masaya. Nakakaaliw. Masunurin ang mga bata. Mababait. Tuwang-tuwa sila habang nagpapalaro si Jollibee. Ang mga bata talaga. . .

Halata sa mga batang hindi sanay makakita at makaranas ng party ni Jollibee. Hindi tulad ko ngayon, halos araw-araw kay Jollibee. Ang iba sa kanila ay may maayos na uniform--polo/blaws, pantalon/palda, at sapatos. Pero ang iba . . . nakatsinelas lang at naninilaw nilaw na ang mga dapat ay puting damit. Pero hindi alintala ng mga bata anuman ang suot nila. Ang mahalaga lang noong araw na iyon---pagsasaya.

Hanggang sa dumating na ang merienda. Regular yum, peach mango pie, at tetra pack na juice. Bumaba muna ako sa stage upang tumulong sa pamimigay ng pagkain. Ang nakatoka sa aming grupo--kinder. Isa-isa ko silang nilapitan upang lagyan ng straw ang kanilang mga juice. Mahihina pa sila upang gawin iyon nang mag-isa. Hanggang sa may isang batang babaeng kumausap sa akin. Di ko na maalala kung tinanong niya ang pangalan ko o ang pinanggalingan ko. Basta ngumiti siya na parang lubos ang pasasalamat.

Maya-maya'y halos tapos na ang lahat kumain. Napatingin ako sa batang iyon dahil halos mahulog na ang kanyang dala-dala. Hindi nya binuksan ang burger at pie na binigay sa kanya. Nang inalalayan ko siya at tinanong kung bakit hindi nya kinain. . . mabilis siyang sumagot ng, "Di ko na lang to kakainin. Uuwi ko nalang kay mama at papa ko."

Biglang tumaas ang dugo ko pagkaranig ng linyang iyon. Isang musmos, na dapat ay paglalaro at kasiyahan lamang ang iniisip, ay inalala ang kanyang mga magulang. Wala na akong ibang nasabi noon. Binigyan ko na lang siya ng isang ngiting ipinaparating ang aking paghanga at pagkatuwa sa kanyang sinabi.

BLooPeR of the Day: Tulog-mantika

I haven't had enough sleep since last thursday. I'm so tired that I grab every chance to take a nap--be it in a bus, in a shuttle, wherever.


This morning, I took a bus going to my office. I got a place in the corner of the backseat (the six-seater). The chair was a little high, so it was hard for me to set myself to a stable position. Still, I managed to give me a good sit. I waited for JR's call (who also woke up late and hurried to his office) until I realized that my eyes were slowly closing, getting ready for an out-of-this-world journey.

And I fell asleep. I woke up two or three times--before the expressway, after the expressway, and . . . at VITO CRUZ! Oh no. I should have get off at Leveriza--two stops before vito cruz. I also found myself alone at the backseat! I thought I was at the bus terminal already.

Hay. This is probably what one gets from overworking. . .

I need a break. I want to sleep. Will that be tomorrow? Hopefully.

Living is Fun

I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
Agatha Christie
(1890-1976)

Bad Day

I've cried enough. That's it. I can't spread my wings 'til April.
Ok then. At least I know that I have the potential...but still too young to be at the top.

Hay. . .

I realized, yesterday was such a bad day...

Good thing there's JR who calmly listened to me. Thanks for his effortless jokes. They really made me smile.

A Nonsense Doodle

I really don't know what mood I'm into right now. I want to work but I cannot focus. I'm getting pissed off with my writers' errors! I am tired but I haven't done much work today. I want to go home. I want to give myself a rest. I want to sit on our new sofa. I want to continue my artworks--to be in time for Christmas. I feel good that there's not much pressure. I feel bad because someone is disturbed by her highness. I feel guilty. And this LBM attack because of Starbucks Praline Mocha that I bought this morning--Argh! I want to do other things. I want to go to the beach. I am bored. But I am excited because on Friday, we'll go to Rizal for Team building. I want to talk to my friends. I miss talking about their love problems. I want to go to church and pray all day. I enjoy seeing people but I want to isolate myself for a while. I want to call JR. But he's busy. I feel like I'm having wrinkles. I am proud of myself. But I feel like I'm not a good and effective teacher. I want to help people. How?

I'm a person with no focus. I am impatient. I'm near to NOTHING. I'm a NOBODY. Yet I know God has made me to be SOMEBODY.

Mixed Emotions

I'm happy but I'm sad.
I'm excited but I'm scared.
I want it but I can't take it.
I'm proud but I'm affected.
I have the proof but I counteer it.
I know I'm strong but I feel weak.

growth

Yep. I want growth.


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PHOTO SLIDESHOW: My First Trip to Bora

Thanks to Rockyou!

Bora Here I Come!

Yihee! We are going to Bora later. Yeba.

Now I Know

glitter-graphics.com There are things that I am afraid to admit. There are times when I'm scared to know that something is indeed the truth.

Now face to face I am told. . . that I haven't done enough. . . that I do not deserve what I expect to get. . . that my doubts are not just doubts. . . that I haven't given my best.

I am not a good communicator. Not a good listener. Not a lively 'talker'. Not a. . .

On Coming Home-Day 1

This post is already late. Kasi naman ang tagal iupload ni JR ang pics. Hehehe. But then.

Every time I look back to what happenned in JR's four-day vacation last week, I can't help but smile. Hahaha.

After six months of waiting, he finally came home. Yiheee. . .

FRIDAY SUPERDAY

I was supposed to meet him in Alabang at 6am (October 12, 2007). But I went to Zirkoh Greenhills (with my DIWA friends)the night before (October 11, 2007) to avail the free passes that my Nanay's friend gave me. Di ko kinaya. I slept at 3.45am, so when JR called at around six, telling that he's already in SLEX, I requested him to just come to our house and eat breakfast with my family (as if we're having a real breakfast).

I quickly got up from my bed and told Nanay that JR was on his way. To my surprise, Nanay moved like a VIP's coming. Hehehe. Para siyang nabuhusan ng tubig kaya biglang napatayo.

I daydreamed while I was preparing myself for JR's 'homecoming'. How will I welcome him? Di pwede ang "kiss sabay hug"kasi andun si Nanay. Hay. I was really excited.

At dumating na nga si Ming. Hehehe. Parang nanggaling lang siya sa bahay nila. I gave him a 'five' like when we were just friends. And I stared at him to know if his face has changed. Uhm. . . negro! =) Pero ang bigote, balbas, at buhok na magulo, yun pa rin. His smile is still the same. Sweet. At isa na pala siyang sexyback!(I only realized this when Ken noticed his thighs, butt, and belly.)

After almost an hour of chikahan, we went to their house. His Papa and brother Ken were surprised. Nagkakadkad pa ng niyog si Tito nun nang nilapitan siya ni JR at nagpapalit ng dalawang libo. Hehe.

I felt how JR's home missed 'Kuya'. Yup we missed him.

Then, one by one, JR looked at the things that he left six months ago. . . The ceiling is repaired. They have a new dog--a lab retriever, Bruce. Their other dog, Trixie, has new set of puppies. His room has a new PC. He's like a boss inspecting his project.

He played basketball with Ken. We had lunch together. He told his Bora stories. We had ziesta. Then we went to his sister Lhen's house which was in the nearby subdivision. We played with his 'pamangkins'. What a day.

And for the final activity, we went to SM with his Papa and Ken. Kasi nagparinig si Tito, saan daw kami. I felt that he wanted to go out and bond with his son. So sabi ko kay JR, ilabas naman niya ang Papa nya. Yun.

Nakakapagod lang maglakad at tumayo. Hehe. Pero masaya pa rin. yihee.

Not Too Young But Not Too Old

I cannot convince myself to feel good when my Nanay nags at me, saying that I shouldn't take love life seriously; that I should enjoy my life as a single lady; that I should focus first on my career--take MS (and all the programs available in the world!); that I should COLLECTand COLLECT before I select.

I know that she's getting all those litanies from her experience. And, MOM KNOWS BEST daw di ba? But Nanay, am I not old enough to choose for myself? Until when do I need to meet your expectations?

Before JR left for Bora, we had a heart-to-heart talk. I told him that I want to find my IDENTITY. I want to do things that would make me happy and would fulfill me, not just the things that would make OTHERS proud of me. I told him I was tired of maintaining the image of a genius, career-oriented girl.

Arrggh.Then the other day, Nanay said that when JR comes home, I must bring my sister with us wherever we go. It's a crazy joke. I know it's a semi-serious joke. Chaperone at 22?!

Hayy. Lines from Nanay are always bothering. Ayoko nang isipin palagi. Mababaliw lang ako. I will just consider them when I have to make decisions. Yes I can decide for myself. I'm too old to be controlled by others. But too young to be left alone.

Three Years

Happy Anniversary to us! But JR's not here to celebrate this special day with me. Hay. Please come home.

Five Hundred Twenty-five Thousand Six Hundred Minutes. . .

I'm having a "Last Song Syndrome." I don't know if it's because of the song's melody, the message, or the. . . numbers in the lyrics? Hehehe.

SEASONS OF LOVE
525,600 minutes
525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love.
Seasons of love. . .

525,600 minutes
525,000 journeys to plan.
525,600 minutes
How can you measure the life of a woman or man?

In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned, or the way that she died.

It’s time now to sing out,
Though the story never ends
Let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends.
Remember the love! Remember the love!
Remember the love! Measure in love.
Seasons of love! Seasons of love.

What Made My Birthday Special

The FOOD
I've always had a party since my 1st birthday (onti lang ang miss). Days before the 27th, I told myself that this year, I'm just gonna celebrate solemnly--with my family lang siguro, and with JR (since he's not here, sa phone na lang.hehe.) But I still felt I'd miss something kapag hindi ko nakita yung mga kaibigan kong enjoy at busog. :) So yun. Kulang pa nga for my school friends. Thanks to Kuya Nino for the pansit. Thanks to my officemates who contributed in the "bente-bente". Thanks to Issa and her family. Thanks to Nanay.
OFFICE: 2 medium-sized bilaong pansit (canton at bihon), 1 bilaong puto-biñan,"piolo" ice cream, softdrinks, and chips.
ACENAS' HOUSE: 2 small bilaong pansit (bihon at miki), bbq

HOME: Jollibee (hehehe)

The Gifts

At 5:30am, Nanay gave me two wrapped gifts: a set of paintbrush and a Pooh mini-drawer. Naaliw ako sa pag-assemble nung cute mini-drawer. Buti hindi ako na-late. Hehehe. And the brushes. . . yehey! Won't be using the super old ones--na kailangan ko pang ibabad nang isang buwan sa kerosene just to soften the bristles. Nung lunch, may pahabol pang bag. :)

Then sa office, I received a Starbucks tumbler from Kuya Bennie. Hihihi.

Issa's family then gave me a Red Ribbon Choco cake---na dahil sa layo ng biyahe ko from their house in Delta, QC to Las Piñas, di ko na nabasa yung message nila sa top.

The next day, Kim and Gemz gave me a toy/doll/keychain Patrick (friend of Spongebob). Ang cute! My sister Paui also gave me a choker/necklace. Will post its photo next time.

Kahapon, humabol si Gracie (& family)--organic soap for skin whitening! hehe.

The Greetings

Thanks to all those who greeted me, from Sept 25 ata yun til last Sunday (Sept 30!). It really feels good to know that you remember me on my birthday. Lalo na if those people are quite far away from me... awww.

Ang Pagbabalik

Kahapon,binalikan ko ang naging pangalawang tahanan ko nang apat na taon. Inakyat kong muli ang matarik na daan papasok sa gate at papunta sa main building. Nakihalo muli ako sa mga estudyanteng nakapaldang berde. Dinayo ko ang mga tambayan namin noon ng aking mga kaibigan---ang groto, batibot, at kantin. Nakakatuwang makitang lalo pa siyang gumaganda. Ang ibang bahagi'y mas luma na ngunit nasasapawan ito ng mga bagong naroon.

Napakasarap alalahanin ang mga kulitan ng aking mga kaklase (hindi man ako madalas kasama sa mga nakikipagkulitan sa kanila); ang pagpapagabi namin sa classroom para tapusin ang mga proyekto; ang mga kalokohang ginawa namin sa aming mga guro; ang mga araw na kami'y naglilinis ng maigi sa aming kwarto; at ang samahang nabuo na hindi nagpatinag sa mga taong nais manira.

Ipinagmamalaki ko ring isa akong "batang bilibid" sa loob ng maikling panahon. Nakita ko ang mga kabataang nasa iba't-ibang antas ng buhay--mula sa pinakamayayaman hanggang sa mga pinakamahihirap. Natutunan ko ang agos ng buhay. Naramdaman ko rin ang saloobin ng mga presong nakikita ko tuwing umaga habang nagtatanim sa paligid. Naging mas handa ako sa mga darating na pangyayari.

Hay. Parang gusto kong maging hayskul ulit.

Blogging at 22

Yehey. Today I'm 22. Today I launch my weblog. Today I start sharing my thoughts. Today is . . .

As what I have said in my friendster blog, what I wanted was a personal website. But then it would take me a lot of time and effort to make one. It's also more formal than blog. It wouldn't be cute if I'd use taglish. So I thought, magtiyaga na lang muna ako rito. Hehehe.

They said blogging could help release a little tension, stress, and tiredness. Oo nga. Endless writing, editing, and proofreading (plus the overflowing algeb, geom, and trigo stuffs!) are really draining. I enjoy what I do. But just like any other normal being, I also need to take some rest once in a while.

But I am not yet sure how this blog would affect me bilang isang nilalang na kabilang sa lipunan.wahahaha.

Possible Outcome #1: People (only those who care) would understand me more. They would know why I think this way. They would understand why I'm weird--- I see things in a different way; I have my own set of principles which is kinda "out of this world." Hehe. Ewan ko. Basta ganun.

Possible Outcome #2: People would be more confused with what I really am. Opinions in total contrast; strong yet weak; etc, etc. Scientifically speaking, these are all because of my brain's left and right lobes working at the same time.

Well, nandito na rin lamang ako. Ituloy na natin. :)