Lovefull. :)
No need to be alone..From this moment on I know, exactly where my life would go..seems that all I really was doing was waiting for you. :) — Real Love by The Beatles :)
Although nobody’s really complaining, I decided to finally stop spamming my contacts’ mailboxes everytime I update this blog, so I moved to WP. 
I won’t be deleting this blog though. I love it here.
I know, i KNOW. It’s a simple copy-paste move if I wanted to maintain this page. hehe. I just want a (not really) new home. See you there!
There’s a facebook application that allows members to
assess or characterize their friends/contacts. I
recently checked how I did and I found out their assessments. I was
really surprised (and somehow flattered hehe) that some people thought
I was actually diligent! haha! Diligent is different from
intelligent, mind you. :p
When I was in highschool, the box
beside "diligent" in my report card never had a check. And I perfectly
understood. I was never diligent when it comes to my studies. I hate
going to classes, especially those scheduled at 7:00 am! haha Maybe
now I look diligent. Although I have to think about that again. hihi
Somebody assessed me as being "Free spirited’. And I agree. hehe
Another assessed me as being ‘Loyal’ and definitely I am. Before I met Nixlove, I’ve never been this sure, in fact.
Funny (in a good way) assessments include Charming, Geeky, Responsible (two people actually thought I was, haha), Hyper, Polite, Sassy, Creative, Sylish, and Fun.
Geeky?
I love that, really! hehe But hyper?! What’s that supposed to mean?
haha! Well I do get hyper at times, if not all the time. haha! And
yes, I think I’m kinda sassy, but not the kind of woman your mother
warned you about (ok, I’m just copying the English Sassy girl movie’s
tagline here hehe).
Somebody also assessed me as being ‘Artistic’–and
this is soooo great! I’ve always wanted to look like an artist! haha!
:p The deep, intellectual artist in fact. But I’m afraid I would look
like a poser if I tried too hard. :p I hate people trying to look
artistic. Then again, artistic is a really relative term. Well I guess
any word is.
Anyway, somebody actually thought I was "outgoing" and
though this could be true for my job, I actually am a homebuddy. I
like to travel but I’d rather stay home if I could. haha. Thea is the
perennial benchwarmer. And I sleep a looooot. I’m actually starting
to convince myself to change this sleepyhead attutude. I hope its
working.
I recently finished a book (yahoo!) written by Daniel Wallace, who also authored the phenomenal Big Fish.
The
blurb was right. Ray in Reverse tells the humorously dark story of a
man, told backwards. It started when Ray was already in heaven and
ended when he was born. No spoilers here, though.
I think the
book was great, definitely not boring. And guess what? I bought it
(mint condition) for just 45 pesos at a booksale in Galleria!
Anyway, before I turn this blog entry into another advertising medium, I will post my favorite paragraph from the book.
"It
was under this sun that we met, and it was love at first sight. But all
that really means is that somewhere in the world there is someone for
everyone to love–one person, it’s a fact–and all you have to do to
know it..is to see him, and for him to see you. It was a one in a
million chance, of course, that I happened to be in the same stretch of
desert where he was, and that he took a moment to look at the woman
beside him."
One in a million it is, and boy, I feel really lucky to have finally found mine.
Have a nice week everyone!
Shaun T is a magnificent teacher! haha. I’ve been
dying to have this aerobic-dance dvd since I saw its ad on the home
video shopping channel but the price was incredibly high! I think it
was around 4,000 pesos, which I would rather spend on books, bags,
shoes, and clothes. hihi.
Anyway, I was so glad I found a
pirated but clear-copy dvd of Hiphop abs which cost me only 70 pesos! I’ve been addicted to it since the day I tried the routines. Yes, I
am a frustrated dancer (but I know I can dance! haha) but with Hiphop
Abs I feel like I’m a pro! Haha! Seriously, I love its slimming
program. You can choose Abs sculptor, last minute routine (five
minutes of light exercise), learn the hiphop dance, and the 20-minute
routine. I did all the routines on my first try! Good thing they had
good warm ups and cool downs that I never experienced back or muscle
pains.
And believe it or not, I think it’s already working. hehe :) Not that I’m really bent on losing weight (do I need to?
nyeh) but the fact that I’m having some exercise/hobby after work
makes me feel good. I feel lighter and more active. haha
Too much promotion for hiphops abs now. haha.
In my case, my highschool buddies were the people who
witnessed how I first fell in love or how I first cried over a failure.
They were with me through it all–from checking what cheek tint would
suit me best, what I looked like when my crush went by, etc etc.
My
highschool buddies were almost part of my family. My Mom, my lola were
also their Mom and Lola. The same goes for their Moms and Dads. I can
say I discovered lifelong friendships in them.
It’s funny how
infantile our conflicts were back then. Still, the friendship I shared
with them prepared me for my future relationships.
Of course
my college buddies are life-long friends too, but they are different.
(I must devote a different blog entry for this.:p)
I’m not
sure whether I can have my much needed rest during the Lenten season
but I think I want to go home this time. After all, one of my high
school friends just gave birth (kainggit! hehe) and her baby’s
baptismal party would be a perfect venue for a get-together. Hay.
Just
for today, I want to wear my school uniform again and live life like
it’s just all about homework, crushes, and allowance 
I rarely delete messages so you could I imagine how chaotic my inbox is. :p Tonight I decided to make my mailboxes clutter-free but instead of doing some clean-up, I found myself laughing over past messages. :p
My first friendster message came from a highschool friend who now lives in California while my first yahoo message came from a high school crush. haha (I created my yahoo account when I was in first year hs.)
There are also messages from my old flame/s, all unintentionally (?) saved. So I had no second thoughts deleting their messages. hehe No, I’m not bitter. I just think those messages no longer need to be in my inbox. I think they’re happy where they are now, just as happy as I am.
Then there are messages from people I don’t know, all asking to approve friend requests. DUH??! It’s funny how rude I was in answering their annoying messages. Stupid of me to even write them back. But I was that stupid then. hehe.
Then my bulletin posts, ohmy! My old bulletin posts–all asking for advice whether to pursue this or not, whether to let go or not! All of these were written way back 2003 and the replies of my friends who responded to those bulletins were such awesome pieces to read. These are the types of messages I decided to keep.
I also decided to keep messages from people who are now gone, like Dioni, Rainier, and Dan. Of course, this needs no explanation. I’m keeping the messages because the messages will never happen again.
Hay. But I need to do more mailbox sweeping. But I have to send my lovelots, hugs and kisses emoticons to Nixlove first
Night, everyone.
Para naman maiba. Puro na lang kasi dream come true ang nasa blog ko, hehe. At sa unang pagkakataon, sisikapin kong magsulat gamit ang wikang Filipino. Para din maiba.
Una, gusto kong maging mananayaw. Noon pa. Nursery nga ako marunong na akong magsuot ng 2-inches ballroom shoes. Gusto ko rin magballet. Kaya lang hindi ata bagay sa akin. Puwede sana ballroom (yung tipong hindi nababalian ng buto kapag nag-deep na sa Tango hehe) pero parang hindi rin bagay. Pangarap ko ring tumilapon habang nagsiswing at pangarap ko rin na maging ala J. Lo (hindi Jun Lozada ha) na sumasayaw ng hataw to the max. Hahaha! Ano bang kajologan ‘to. :))
Kaya lang wala atang chance para magawa ko pa ito. Aba, baka mawalan na ako ng credibilidad. Haha. Kaya kung magsayaw man ako ng hataw to the max, siguro sa bahay lang (tanungin niyo si Nix kung ano itsura ko kapag tinugtog ng ang Hollaback girl. :p) o kaya kapag pinapanood ko si Shaun T. sa Hiphop Abs.
Hay.
Pangalawa, pangarap ko ring umarte sa teatro. As in yung malaking teatro ha, hindi skit sa eskwelahan. Nagawa ko siguro ito nung nasa kolehiyo ako kung hindi ako miyembro ng Perspective. Ewan ko ba, pakiramdam ko kasi dapat seryoso ang "image" ko noon. Ayoko kasing maging "theatre celebrity" na news writer at editor. Diba parang hindi bagay? Kaya hanggang pangarap na lang ang pag-arte on stage.
Isa pang hay.
Pangatlo, pangarap kong tumugtog ng violin. Na siyempre mahirap nang pag-aralan ngayong "matanda" na ako. Kaya pinabayaan ko na lang na kunin ng crush ko nung freshman ako lahat ng musical talent na meron sa mundo. Kung devcom ka, kilala mo kung sino tinutukoy ko! *blush*
Ay naging pangarap ko din palang maging gymnast, yung tipong tumatumbling hanggang sa kabilang dulo ng gym tapos magiging commercial model ng Milo. hahaha :))
Ano bang nakain ko ngayon. Tsk. :))
Tulog na ata ang kailangan ko. 
I don’t really remember how I collapsed. But I was sure that the moment I woke up, I felt an unbearable pain at the back of the head. Only then that I realized my head hit that cemented-park lot in that cold, eerie city of Baguio.
Good thing I was hard-headed (in every sense of the word hehe). Still, I sustained a big bulge at the left side of my head. At least I experienced the tender loving care of my colleagues and the doctors at the Philippine Military Academy in Baguio. The size of the bulge was about half a fist after I collapsed. Ice and first aid did me well. And if you call it bad luck, the place we were staying at was really haunted. For a moment I forgot how badly my head hurt when ’somebody’ tried to ‘open’ the door. We knew that ’somebody’ wasn’t someone we knew, definitely someone from another plane of existence.
Anyway, I guess this bulge has been preventing me to think clearly. Believe me, I spent some 30 minutes writing the previous sentences! That’s how hard it is for me now! But I’m still trying to blog, since this could serve as a ‘thinking’ exercise. After all, I can’t bear lose this ability; writing is my job and my passion!
I was scared as hell when I realized I collapsed. Good thing I gained consciousness some 10 seconds after the fall. Imagine what would have happened if I hit my head badly. I’m so scared to have an amnesia! haha
Nixlove and I were actually joking about me having an amnesia just minutes ago. He said he is willing to play ala Adam Sandler in the movie 50 First Dates, hahaha He’s willing to remind me everything about us, and would try to make me fall in love with him again, if ever I had an amnesia. Really sweet guy. Now I feel better.
And for the record, I collapsed not because I am pregnant! haha My colleagues have been joking about that too! Even my Mom accepted the possibility I was pregnant! I collapsed because it was freakin’ 8-10 degrees Celcius while we were in Baguio and there was too much methane in my tummy! hahaha :)) So imagine Glorietta 2 and you will get my point.
Ohwell.
I’m glad the bulge is now not as bad, though I have to prevent myself from taking another pain killer.
…if you always wake up to a text message saying you are very much loved? And it’s been like that for over the past 3 and a half years?
I guess that’s more than enough to keep me smiling throughout the day.
Hay. This is life. Lovelove.
I wanted to be a journalist because I wanted to be "as close as possible to the heart of the world." But before I was even able to fulfill that dream, UP already gave me the opportunity to find my way to the heart of the world by letting me see things not as they were, but by showing me how things should be.
First, UP’s diverse populace and culture made me see that Catholicism was not the only religion there is. Having spent my entire gradeschool and highschool in a highly-Catholic institution, I never really bothered to see other forms of faith like Islam or Buddhism, among others. However, my first day in the University was truly an eye-opener. The invocation had to give way to at least seven religions and that was the first time I ever witnessed a muslim ritual, or to even hear a prayer by the Iglesia ni Cristo.
I eventually had college friends and diverse–really diverse–my ‘groups’ of friends were. I had filthy rich friends who drove cars to school and spoke english on normal conversations; I had friends who lived in poverty-stricken provinces, those who went to class in their 20-peso worth rubber slippers; I had buddies who weren’t used to being greeted on their birthday because their religion prohibited that; and I even had friends who openly talked about sex when I was still a naive, innocent freshman.
And all of them gave me chance to interact with people of great intellect and showed me a part of the world I never knew existed.
Then there were teachers, most of them cruel but nonetheless excellent. Instructors or professors who belonged to the ruthless race told me I never did enough, although I knew I stayed up all night, munching apple (that fruit has caffeine and it helped me stay awake), understanding a 20-page reading that has a size 11 font. And for all those sleepless, tiring nights, all I needed was at least a 3.0 mark in my class card. Oh that heaven-sent number.
It was an unforgettable experience too, to learn a lesson while inside a dilapidated room in an almost-Century old building or under the fertility tree. Lucky me, I was under one of the improved colleges (College of Development Communication) that I was also able to go to an air-conditioned classroom.
But as they always said, learning wasn’t confined to the classroom.
The school paper I joined (UPLB Perspective), my DevCom subjects and other courses I took in UPLB gave me chance to see how poor the country was (is?) and that how I were supposed to help. I went to places and found out that there’s more to life than just memorizing theories. I realized that UP wanted me to understand the best and the worst of this ungodly world, and to be bold enough to go against the tide if need be.
In that short four years I stayed in UPLB, I saw who I really was and what I had to be. I unearthed the treasures of the mind and of the heart, and I found lasting friendships and even met there my lifelong partner.
If there was any gift I could give UP for its centennial anniversary, then it would be this promise: To keep in my mind, heart and soul that what I am today, I owe to those who paid their taxes, to those who had to shed blood and even lives to give the freedom I have been fortunate to have until today; and to those who unwaveringly served the country in any way possible.
Thank you, UP. I hope to do you proud someday.
