BA | 
06 17th, 2008| 
Last Sunday’s Father’s Day was the most eventful Father’s Day in my life. Joyous celebration was sandwiched between 2 events of irony.
Jun
7
(I’m sorry for the crappy writing. I did this within 20 minutes of waking up. And I’m in no condition to edit. So just publish, I did. Hahaha. God bless all of you.)
Josie and I have been volunteering for CRIBS for some time now. I was supposed to have written an entry about it within the week of our first visit, but it sounded too much like a reflection paper for school, so I scrapped it. The next draft also felt like it was an academic paper. It too, was scrapped Now, I’m writing this first thing in the morning (straight from waking up), with no preparation whatsoever so it would sound as natural as it could be.
Jun
4
It just dawned upon me that I’m entering my third year of being an Applied Physics student. Which means that by this time I must be finding myself a lab.
May
11
It’s 4am, and I’m still up. Been doing some thinking. And it’s somekindofa extreme thinking, I tell you.
And I’m writing this in my public blog, because maybe, just maybe, you’re part of what I’m writing about.
Apr
15
I was in the isaw stand near Law with Josie this afternoon when a kid came up to us asking for some spare change. But Josie and I, rather than giving kids spare change, always made it a point to give food instead. Yes sometimes it can be more expensive to buy street kids some food but there is much much more impact than just simply brushing them off by giving them coins which they could use for who knows what.
Anyways, Josie offered to buy the kid some ice cream, an invitation which he readily accepted. As we went towards the ice cream dude three more kids tagged along. Of course, we also had to buy them ice cream.
Mar
28
… kailangang kumakain ako.
Kaya siguro ang taba-taba ko, ano?
Tingnan niyo kuwarto ko ngayon habang nag-aaral ako, kasama ng mga bolpen, notbuk at libro, may nakakalat na Maxx’s, Snickers, Nagaraya, Hany, Stuffins, Chippy, etc etc. HAHAHA.
Anyways. Dumaan akong Chem Pav kanina para tingnan yung pre-final grade ko. Potek, naka 68.1% pa ako. Di naman kataasan, pero pasado, mehn! Mga 2pointsomething yun. Pero kailangan ko pa ring mag-finals. At sa finals, kailangan ko lang maka30something points, pasado na ako sa Chem! Yahu! Hahaha. Talk about mediocrity. Parang kami lang ni Casey nung nagfafinals sa Math55.
“Pare, makasagot lang tayo ng isang tanong pasado na tayo sa Math55!”
HAHAHAHA. :D
Mar
13
At first, the Binibining Pilipinas World Janina San Miguel’s mess-up was amusing and frustrating at the same time. Amusing because one can just imagine how many ways a Filipino can chop up, re-arrange and bastardize the english language. Frustrating because at the very back of our minds there’s this nagging thought that, “this is the girl that’s going to represent us in October?!”
I told myself that I’d just keep quiet on the issue since it’s none of my business anyway, that I won’t ride on the ongoing blogging trend of Janina bashers. But wow, after reading so many blog entries and listening to some reactions (in real life and in national television), I can’t help but be annoyed at what Filipinos think of Filipinos. Ergo, what Filipinos think of themselves.
Feb
27
Thought of the day: If you keep Christ at the CENTER of your relationships, these relationships would be the most fruitful ones. :)
God bless all of you.
Feb
13
All of a sudden I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up anymore.
Sigh. It’s just weird. I was always the person who couldn’t decide on what he wanted to be doing as a career. People have their hopes, plans and dreams, while me? I’m just so unsure. I have friends who want to be doctors, lawyers, engineers, writers, directors and etsetera some day. And me, I don’t know what I wat to be. :p
I miss being a kid. It was so easy to say what you wanted to be eventually. Now you’d have to consider a whole lot of stuff. Well, that’s what growing up does to you.
Feb
10
Written for me by my Mom than three years ago. :)
—
When you’re weary or blue, smile
Think of love for a while
Someone’s there beside you
Whose care for you is true
Always wear a smile on your face
And you will be filled with grace
Never frown and never cry
You’ll find it good if you try
Jan
5
Sometimes I wonder why some people murder themselves academically.
Then I remembered that this dyslexic society of ours measures a person by how many unos, 4.0s, As, and line of 9s you get in your life.
That sucks. What’s so human about letters and numbers?
Dec
24
sa aking puso
na pinagtagpi-tagpi
at pinagbabasag
ng tadhana
ang Mighty Bond
ay Ikaw
sa bawat patak ng Iyong dugo
nabubuo muli ang aking puso
kaya Kuya, please,
ikaw na lang ang bahala
ang puso ko’y Iyung-Iyo na.
December 24, 2007
Happy birthday, Kuya!
Dec
23
sa gabing naroon ang buwan,
kakaibang ligaya ang nararamdaman
pero ang buwan ay mapanlinlang
at ang buwan, panandalian lang
aalis at aalis din
at darating ang araw
na pinanggalingan
at panggagalingan
ng lahat
December 23, 2007.
Dec
10
Whenever I’m home and I’m in front of a computer, I can’t help but think that I should stop schooling and start working from home. I see my mom or my brother sitting in front of their slick laptops at night, and earning while sitting and typing and chatting and writing, having breaks whenever and however they want. I could be working like that right now and earning real money, but no. I’m still stuck studying in university.
I doubt I already have this professional maturity when it comes to these type of things. Do you think I could sit down for a few hours and finish a deadline early enough? Right now, if ever I was given a deadline, I think I’d still be finishing things at the very last minute, delaying and procrastinating at every opportunity.
I guess that’s what school teaches you: responsibility.
Dec
3
This morning I was greeted with the news that a fellow Atenean and a brother through Kuya Jess passed away over the weekend. A week ago I read about a Theresian’s passing in a friend’s blog. Exactly two months ago, I was woken up with the news that Michael was gone.
So it was a very very depressing Monday morning. I’m actually supposed to be in class right now, but I’m skipping it because I feel so heavy all of a sudden.
Jaime, in his blog, recommended this writing exercise in which you would write down what you think should happen should you die young all of a sudden. Stupid? Morbid? Maybe. But fulfilling? Possible. Well, as Jaime put it, “it’s good to reflect about death because ultimately you get to celebrate life.”
I want my burial to be ultimately short. 3 days would be enough. But I hope that the third day falls on a Sunday. Sunday is my most favorite day because I get to be with my family and Kuya Jess. If my friends could come by, then why not? The more the many-er, err, merrier.
