On the other side of things (apart from my academics), this week has been a rather emotional ride. There are some issues trying to be resolved, some heavy feelings trying to be forgotten, some knots in my throat trying to be taken care of. And just like perfect timing, this week has been the week that my friends were available. I really needed them.
When: Monday Night, November 09
Who: Mimi and the XX crew
What: Starbucks and dinner at Flaming Wings
Mimi and I, we were originally supposed to go drinking that night. But then we opted to just hangout at Starbucks Katipunan with some of the people from Health Sci block xx. This was even probably better since I was able to talk to Mimi about the sad state that I was in without blaring music hindering our conversation. Oh, and I also treated myself to a Toffee Nut Latte! Yes, emotional comfort from sweets. Mimi also handed me her pasalubong from Hong Kong. I now have the most cute gigundo wallet ever! I love Mimi's wallets. She was the one who gave me my previous one too, which now has to be retired from loving usage.
Another beautiful person I was able to talk to was Lauren Santos. We had such interesting conversations, I absolutely loved that talk. Everyone else, jenmagno, chicki uy, mara iballa, erold justo, steve medalle, gaston, luis faller, they were all so nice in cheering me up, even if they had no idea what the problem was. Such good and beautiful people. After Starbucks, Luis had the intense urge for some dinner and so we headed towards Flaming Wings (only Laur, Jerold, Luis, Chicki, Mimi, and Jen this time tho). I probably had the most spicy chicken tenders! Haha finishing my meal with my eyes welling up the whole time was probably another win of that day - it took my mind off of things.
When: Thursday, November 12
Who: Frances Ledesma, Jika Regala, and Ina de Guzman
Where: Teriyaki Boy for lunch, Perspolis for dinner, and Cantina for evening drinks!
Franny had just gotten back from her trip to the US and had gotten me something. We decided to meet up so that she could hand me over her pasalubong. Our meeting up turned into a lunch date and I had so much fun catching up with her. I have not been able to hang out with Franny for the longest time. I missed her constant talking and her curse-riddled sentences. She's a forealz elitist, but I guess that's what makes me fond of her. She's just so amusing to listen to!
Jika met up with us at T-boy after our lunch. Believe it or not, I met Franny and Jika both under different circumstances only to find out that they are bestfriends too! Funny how this world works, yea? Jika was my English and Lit blockmate from freshman year and now, I consider her as one of my best friends. I love this girl so much simply because when we talk, we laugh a lot, or well, I laugh a lot. I don't know for sure, but I have a lot of fun when I'm with her. I admire her free spirit. I think I'm drawn to her because of that. I met Franny when I was still in Health Sci. She was my first friend over there, and we practically hung out all the time in freshman year! We seriously had funny and embarrassing times... I don't even want to remember, we were so silly back then!
Late in the afternoon, Ina contacted me and lured me out of my bed and onto the streets. I met up with her at Papu's where we then proceeded to Perspolis for some dinner. Good food and good talk - no wonder we've been best friends since second grade, Ina really understands me. I really needed to talk to her. I really needed to see her. Last night was perfect timing. I love you, Ins. Thank you for always being there for me. I feel better now, I really do.
I've got great friends. I only keep a few, but they're all friends I can count on, friends who are ready to listen and friends who know what it is exactly that I need. All of the out-of-the-way reconnecting was completely worth it. I'd do any of these again in a blink of an eye.
I'm hoping for a repeat!
Friday, November 13, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Goodmorning Starshine
Today marks my first day of my last semester in college. After the formalities and introductions of Monday and Tuesday, classes are well on the roll - yes, ladies and gentlemen, it's time for me to get back on the grind.
First off, thesis scares the shit out of me. It's crunch time and yet I'm not doing any 'crunching'. I'm so sorry thesis mates. Honestly, I'm scared shitless that I don't even want to think about it. Talk about a ridiculous coping method. Bit by bit though, I'm getting to it. I have to get to it.
Secondly, it's probably been two years since I've had morning classes every single day. My body is so screwed up and used to sleeping late and waking up late that it's having trouble adjusting to the early morning classes. I'm loving the afternoon free (but not really free) time though. I just have to get used to sleeping early again. Body clock, please cooperate.
The privilege of being in the fourth batch of enlistment, and I say this with sarcasm, left me with a readings-heavy semester. I finally got to know my professors; they all are fanatics of thick-assed readings. I'm not much of a reader. This is going to be a challenge, seriously.
Last off, I'm finally back on the bike and back on the sidewalks. With the 7:30 classes every single living school day of my senior second semester life, I've decided to pedal to school. This will not only help me save money on tricycle fare and lessen my carbon footprint on Earth, but will also help me get myself to-and-fro my Bellarmine classes. Bellarmine is the building set far apart from all the other buildings, and considering our tropical weather, its a rather sweaty 5 minute walk. By bike, it becomes a windy 2 to 3 minute leisure ride. And as much as I'd like to dress up a bit for class, because of biking, my school wardrobe is limited (yet again!) to jeans and loose shirts or shorts and loose shirts. I may not look as appealing, but at least I don't have to bother thinking about what to wear. HAHA!
As for the sidewalks, since my classes are in the morning and varsity training no longer takes up my evenings, I've got back the chance to attend to my running. I started today with one round around campus, and yes, I am satisfied. My goal is to be able to do two rounds without feeling tired and run over. Let's go, legs, let's go!
School is so far so good people, so far so good.
First off, thesis scares the shit out of me. It's crunch time and yet I'm not doing any 'crunching'. I'm so sorry thesis mates. Honestly, I'm scared shitless that I don't even want to think about it. Talk about a ridiculous coping method. Bit by bit though, I'm getting to it. I have to get to it.
Secondly, it's probably been two years since I've had morning classes every single day. My body is so screwed up and used to sleeping late and waking up late that it's having trouble adjusting to the early morning classes. I'm loving the afternoon free (but not really free) time though. I just have to get used to sleeping early again. Body clock, please cooperate.
The privilege of being in the fourth batch of enlistment, and I say this with sarcasm, left me with a readings-heavy semester. I finally got to know my professors; they all are fanatics of thick-assed readings. I'm not much of a reader. This is going to be a challenge, seriously.
Last off, I'm finally back on the bike and back on the sidewalks. With the 7:30 classes every single living school day of my senior second semester life, I've decided to pedal to school. This will not only help me save money on tricycle fare and lessen my carbon footprint on Earth, but will also help me get myself to-and-fro my Bellarmine classes. Bellarmine is the building set far apart from all the other buildings, and considering our tropical weather, its a rather sweaty 5 minute walk. By bike, it becomes a windy 2 to 3 minute leisure ride. And as much as I'd like to dress up a bit for class, because of biking, my school wardrobe is limited (yet again!) to jeans and loose shirts or shorts and loose shirts. I may not look as appealing, but at least I don't have to bother thinking about what to wear. HAHA!
As for the sidewalks, since my classes are in the morning and varsity training no longer takes up my evenings, I've got back the chance to attend to my running. I started today with one round around campus, and yes, I am satisfied. My goal is to be able to do two rounds without feeling tired and run over. Let's go, legs, let's go!
School is so far so good people, so far so good.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
My vote counts (I hope!)
Finally! After waiting in line for about 7 (SEVEN! 7:30am to 2:30pm) or so hours (a very long line for that matter) without any breaks, finally, I can say that I am a registered voter of the Philippines. It was truly a tough and tiring ordeal. In fact, there was no time that I did not think of just giving up and getting home. BUT Ate Ana and I persevered! Yes! yes! yes! Armed with Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being (I still have yet to finish this book), plus my little black notebook and trusty colored pens, I battled with boredom and came out... victorious!!! Good thing the weather was cooperating; we were blessed with a clear and windy day, free of the intense humidity our country usually hosts (even at noon time! Imagine that!).
Back in... what was it? Freshman year? I had already turned 18 and was therefore old enough to vote. I even had the opportunity to register, with Ateneo shuttling students back and forth to City Hall. But with my finals happening that week, I decided not to. Well, here we are three years after.
Pahabol na kung pahabol, pero registered voter na rin ako! WOOHOO! Sa wakas!
Oh my, if this is just registration, I can only imagine the chaos of lines the actual voting procedure will produce. Let's hope my will doesn't break so easily this coming May 2010.
Back in... what was it? Freshman year? I had already turned 18 and was therefore old enough to vote. I even had the opportunity to register, with Ateneo shuttling students back and forth to City Hall. But with my finals happening that week, I decided not to. Well, here we are three years after.
Pahabol na kung pahabol, pero registered voter na rin ako! WOOHOO! Sa wakas!Oh my, if this is just registration, I can only imagine the chaos of lines the actual voting procedure will produce. Let's hope my will doesn't break so easily this coming May 2010.
Monday, November 2, 2009
It can't wait 'til morning (er, sunrise rather)
I'm not as emotionally messed up as I used to be. But I am feeling a bit sad... and happy at the same time. There's a lot of confusion involved. This is partly the reason why it's so hard to write about it. My mind isn't exactly organized. My id and superego are arguing; my ego is in limbo. But i'm getting by.
That same day we had pancakes for breakfast (refer to previous post), mom called me out from the mall, telling me to follow, just so she could buy me a nice little black dress. Our family had dinner out that night, Italian pizza at PizzaHut (I recommend Florence), and I walked home with a brand new dress in my hand. Commuting with my two brothers by jeep, that day was indeed a good day.
Today was no different either. With the company of four young gentlemen, other than my brothers, our home was filled yet again with added happiness. Dinner was a full table; we even needed a little table extension to fit. How sweet Hali's classmates all are, I cannot simply describe. They are the most adorable. I'm really happy he's in this class. Our family is so blessed to be surroundeed with so much love. I'll write more about them next time. :)
That same day we had pancakes for breakfast (refer to previous post), mom called me out from the mall, telling me to follow, just so she could buy me a nice little black dress. Our family had dinner out that night, Italian pizza at PizzaHut (I recommend Florence), and I walked home with a brand new dress in my hand. Commuting with my two brothers by jeep, that day was indeed a good day.
Today was no different either. With the company of four young gentlemen, other than my brothers, our home was filled yet again with added happiness. Dinner was a full table; we even needed a little table extension to fit. How sweet Hali's classmates all are, I cannot simply describe. They are the most adorable. I'm really happy he's in this class. Our family is so blessed to be surroundeed with so much love. I'll write more about them next time. :)
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Hallocakes~what made get up for breakfast and last night's howling
It's funny what gets me up in the mornings. I literally jumped out of bed when I found out we were having pancakes. Want to make me happy? Make me really good pancakes. I don't usually 'jump out of bed' at the sound of 'pancakes,' but I guess you can say my 'jumping' is evidence of my body wanting for something happy and comforting. Not that anything sad happened recently... I mean, who doesn't want happy and comforting? right?
Now that I've got my fill of three cakes stacked high with butter coating each layer and maple syrup dripping down to the plate, I feel like writing. If it's a good write, I don't know. I just feel good that I'm writing again. I have a feeling that I'll be going back to the way I used to write, unafraid of what others may think. I trust that those of you who do know me, personally, will know when to ask about it (whatever it is I write) and when to just leave it to this blog (don't ask, don't tell me, what I write makes me "fine").
But I won't get into anything of such sort right now... maybe later. For now, I'm going to talk about Halloween.
It's been a while since I've actually celebrated Halloween. The last time I donned a costume was probably back in grade school when I would still go trick-or-treating with my little brothers. This year was special. I celebrated it not once, but twice.
The first time was an early celebration with the Brightminds kids (see photos!). The second time was on Halloween itself, with the family and four of our Fireflies friends (more photos here). Even though it was just a small celebration, we were all still game to dress up and put on a little something for costume. Good food, good drink - it was all good.
If there was a costume contest, I'd probably give mom and Hali a tie for first prize. Mom, dressed in all black from head to toe was the dark counterpart of the white lady. We even put her costume to the test and made her stand outside the gate, ever so slowly walking back and forth once in a while. Everyone else was behind the gate, with only the tops of our heads peeking out, making woo~ sounds to call attention. Motorists and passersby would actually slow down for a second look! It was so hilarious and oh so in the good spirit of Halloween.
My mom was the one who pushed for this celebration. I guess you could say she wanted it more than we kids did. But for this, I thank her. Because of her, I still get to celebrate these little celebrations we've long before delegated to childhood. My mom knows how to have fun... and so does my dad (see Nido Man costume. hahaha!). I hope I can be as fun with my future kids.
Isn't it obvious? I really love my family. <3
Now that I've got my fill of three cakes stacked high with butter coating each layer and maple syrup dripping down to the plate, I feel like writing. If it's a good write, I don't know. I just feel good that I'm writing again. I have a feeling that I'll be going back to the way I used to write, unafraid of what others may think. I trust that those of you who do know me, personally, will know when to ask about it (whatever it is I write) and when to just leave it to this blog (don't ask, don't tell me, what I write makes me "fine").
But I won't get into anything of such sort right now... maybe later. For now, I'm going to talk about Halloween.It's been a while since I've actually celebrated Halloween. The last time I donned a costume was probably back in grade school when I would still go trick-or-treating with my little brothers. This year was special. I celebrated it not once, but twice.
The first time was an early celebration with the Brightminds kids (see photos!). The second time was on Halloween itself, with the family and four of our Fireflies friends (more photos here). Even though it was just a small celebration, we were all still game to dress up and put on a little something for costume. Good food, good drink - it was all good.
If there was a costume contest, I'd probably give mom and Hali a tie for first prize. Mom, dressed in all black from head to toe was the dark counterpart of the white lady. We even put her costume to the test and made her stand outside the gate, ever so slowly walking back and forth once in a while. Everyone else was behind the gate, with only the tops of our heads peeking out, making woo~ sounds to call attention. Motorists and passersby would actually slow down for a second look! It was so hilarious and oh so in the good spirit of Halloween.
My mom was the one who pushed for this celebration. I guess you could say she wanted it more than we kids did. But for this, I thank her. Because of her, I still get to celebrate these little celebrations we've long before delegated to childhood. My mom knows how to have fun... and so does my dad (see Nido Man costume. hahaha!). I hope I can be as fun with my future kids.
Isn't it obvious? I really love my family. <3
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