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May 14th, 2007

The 1st 2 Weeks of Summer 2007

April 25, 2007

Why had Philippine politics become so cluttered with rich and popular actors and actresses?

Simple. It's because the mass has already learned from their mistake. They have, of course, noticed how hopelessly tiring voting brilliant minds can be. Yes, they maybe that intelligent that they have the answers, plus the confidence, to the mass' unending problem of poverty. But over the years, as people see themselves being led by the most knowledgable leaders, so do they see the economy crashing and the poverty rate shooting up--the nation slowly being led to destruction.

The trend nowadays, as you can see, is not who among the candidates is the wisest, rather who among them they see act. And in this case, people see the entertainers, through media, do alot of catering and service towards the people--a few motions that the mass expect of their government leaders. Indeed, people don't need brilliant minds that can speak, but real persons in position who can act.

I believe we have had enough trauma with Marcos' bar-topping intelligence.

It's been a while since I posted quite some honest stories about my whereabouts over the first two weeks of my official summer vacation. Honestly, since the first of this month until the 15th, I've been pretty much away from home. I've been in different parts of Luzon, particularly Batangas, Quezon, Camarines Sur, and even Manila--and I guess being away from home also explains me being away from this world's technologies: my own laptop and the untrusty dial-up internet connection.

I need not relent to you what foolish acts I have been up to over the first four days of the month. Just like last year, the first week of April is definitely the best time for the most memorable--the funnest, the worst, the loveliest, the most gross, the greatest!--events to happen in this two-month summer vacation. Either you're that close to me to understand and read my past ramblings, or you're the one I'm hiding from that's why I can't tell you anything except secret!

So, because I'd like to be considerate, I'd just let you think to yourselves that April 1-4 are missing pages of my life. Just think of my life as that.

Anyway, the month's about to close once again, but I haven't told you yet the other things I've been up to other than that foolishness! ^^, Well, here goes.

Right after my missing-in-action days in Los Banos [yeah, I went back there because of a darn so-called "exam" duh!], the whole family fetched me in the dorm on the 4th of April. On that day, I woke up as early as four in the morning--the sun had not risen yet by then and the whole room is still dark. Mind you, I was all alone in the room. Hey, why wake that early? Excited? Nah; it's just that I was asleep the whole day before, April 3. Yup. From noon until the following morning, four AM, I've been snoozing. No alarm clock nor knock on the door bothered me. I was actually quite startled to realize that I've been asleep more than half of the day the day before. Add to that the fact that I had the room to myself alone. I thought my other roommate, who happens to come from Davao, wouldn't leave the dorm because she'd stay in LB for summer classes--I just thought that she'd spend her two-week vacation in LB instead in Dagupan, where her other relatives reside.

Anyhow, of course I didn't panic that I've been alone for some time. I didn't wake up because I got nervous that I couldn't sleep any longer. I couldn't get back to sleep simply because I've had enough. Duh, I've slept for more than fifteen hours. Wouldn't that make you feel so lethargic--and tiresome? Isn't it wierd how you feel tired of getting too much sleep? Indeed, we need just enough--no more, no less.

So I woke up. I didn't really know what I'd do for that day. Good thing it came to me that my things were not fixed yet--I'm not yet prepared to leave! So, I decided first to take a bath--a bath that I have definitely been wishing for over the past few days. I wasn't in the shower that long, but I have, of course, soaked myself in the bath that I haven't had for some days--and it made me realize how lucky I am indeed. But as I lingered upon my luckiness, I also missed that once-in-a-lifetime inconvenient bath. Never mind that.

After that bath, I dressed up in some semi-formal attire: black slacks, flat sandals that matches only semi-formal attires, and my favorite sleeveless button-down top that I bought just for my Speech Comm class in the first sem. I wore such because I thought our schedule for that day was that they'll fetch me from Bisita Iglesia, and since we were to visit different churches and different people, I wore something presentable. I could've worn almost any school uniform I had in the closet, but then I wouldn't belong to the crowd I'll be with if I did.

Having been done with my usual morning ritual, I started cleaning the room of my things: I organized and set them aside so that everything that I'm about to bring home are in just one place. I left none of my things in the room because I'm moving in an apartment next semester. Yeah, it's goodbye 5th for me.

But I'm looking forward to living independently with my Batanguena housemates in a nice, li'l apartment that is so near the campus. Finally, lesser hassle in travel.

Then I decided to go out and check out my good friend's account in our university's official website. Yey, we're going online registration now, you know. She enlisted in some subjects for the summer classes, and because they didn't have internet connection, she asked me to check it out and confirm her slot in a subject she enlisted in. After that checking out, which took me only a couple of minutes in fact, I decided to have breakfast in Jollibee. I was so hungry that time that I didn't mind whether I ordered the right thing or not. Whatever I ate, I'm just thankful my stomach's been fulfilled of its needs right then and there. As I thought then, there's no wrong order with a hungry stomach. [walang maling order sa gutom na tiyan] ^-^

It was only eight in the morning, as I recall it, but I still decided to return to the dormitory. I rode a jeepney in front of this small, unnoticable Robinson's Mall, passed by different business stalls--including that shoe repair shop I've been to on the very day of our practical exam, just to have my only pair of high-heels at the dorm repaired--and in just a few minutes, perhaps less than five, I went down already in front of the second street-opening on my right. I walked down that pretty steep street, went past different carinderias--which could've satisfied my stomach earlier with their delicious but much cheaper foods, but they didn't because they were close then--and then right once again, walking five minutes flat [well, if you're that fast and used to walking that far] until I reach almost the end of the road, to where my dear ol' dormitory is situated. I don't know if I'll miss such walk or not, but I'm sure I'll be thankful enough that next year I'd save up lots of coins, perhaps they could mount up to a hundred, and long walks.

As I've always done with my boring hours, I multi-tasked from eight until noon--past noon in fact, which is when they finally came [and I thought they'd never come]. I texted a few good friends, particularly those I've been with over the last few days, also my usual comrades, Fuxht, while, of course, watching TV. But TV shows didn't really interest me, so you could say I focused more my energy on pressing the keypads.

When they came, I was still busy finishing my reply to my friend, so all the while they were talking to me, all the while that we went upstairs and all the while we gathered my things and placed them in the car, I wasn't quite attentive to what everyone else was doing. It was only when we were finally in the car, when we were about to leave, that I realized that my semi-formal wear was useless because my expected Bisita Iglesia didn't exactly take place. Well, I wasn't exactly out of place with my clothing, so I didn't mind and went on.

We went past Jollibee, where I had my breakfast, and on that part of the road where I just saw the day before an accident took place--involving a careless man in a motorcycle, and someone in a car that just wanted to turn around and go the other way. In a few minutes we were out of the vicinity of LB, and on to the famous hot springs and private pools of Calamba. We decided to stop by Max's for lunch, it was past two already then. And there we feasted their chicken and alot of other foods that made us so full until we reached our real destination that they only revealed to me when we were already almost done with lunch: Batangas. Yeah!

Perhaps many happened, yes, especially on those days before that Natipuan beach swimming of ours. Perhaps the only highlight is that we met a cousin that we only realized he existed then when he was introduced to us. He had that very low and big voice that I called him Tito--to think, he's not that old anyway! XD

Anyway, here are some pictures of the things we caught on camera that transpired on the 7th.

We were there, eight of us cousins. And because my very liberated cousin, who's been working now for nearly a year in Makati, wanted to drink hard--which I don't understand why--they bought two big bottles of brandy, and we drank--except that not all of us exactly emptied the bottle. And to think, for the first time they saw me drink. Of course, everyone thought it was my first time! XD

Aside from them, two other married cousins of ours joined in our li'l drinking session. Of course, they wouldn't miss out such an opportunity to gulp down a few glasses of absolutely free alcohol, now would they?

And, since I wouldn't let the opportunity slip before me as well, I drank all I want. Well, I drank all they can give, I mean.

I never really counted how many I drank, but I was sure I went off more than 10 straight shots. Of course, since we're ladies, each shot contained very few of the drink--our basis for each shot was merely the cover of the brandy. Yeah, that small cap, indeed.

After the first bottle had been emptied, I decided to take a dip in the sea. My cousin and I went there and, perhaps, my only reason for immersing myself in that salty, dirty water is because I wanted to pee. Teehee, bad. XD Anyway, I guess the same goes for my cuz. Of course we're relatives, we have such in common. XD

I did this stint almost three times: drank a little then and there, ate the panutsa that my sister bought for us as pulutan [I mean, how odd is that?], and once I feel that my kidney is almost full of the liquor I've just gulped down, I'll invite my cousins to go swimming with me in the sea, and there I'd do my thing: pee! XD

Honestly, I didn't feel dizzy with that brandy. I was looking for that "the world is spinning" kind of feeling. I patiently waited for that but it didn't come. No, nothing, nada. I just plain felt heavy afterwards. I don't know. It just hit me that perhaps such "spinning" feeling was only for starters, like it's only in the first drink--not to mention first, real hard, too much drink. It's only these days that I realized that I must've drank too much back then. I never thought that only three bottles of beer are enough to make you really wasted. I guess I was too consumed with what I saw on TV--all those one case of beer that they help to themselves, not even realizing how many one case really is. XD

By 5pm, the boat we rode was already waiting for us by the seashore. It was still early, I know, and the sun hasn't even set. But, what can we do. It's much better that way. We had to go home already since we left alot--people, things, work, etc--back home that we still need to tend to before the sun sets. Or perhaps they need to tend to, in that case. XD My cuz and I were still enjoying our dip in the sea--even if only half of our body is wet, and talk about secrets, lies and escapes to summer

when they called us up to get back and freshen up. None of us really did take a bath in that resort. Once we were out in the salty water, we simply showered ourselves in the nearby open, public shower. When I got my towel from my mom to at least cover myself up so I won't be dripping wet all the way home, she had that look on her face that supported her scolding that said the golden rule, "Don't drink". And I was like, yeah, I've had many but not that much to knock me off yet. I'm telling you!

But then again, as I look back today, perhaps I did get tipsy, just that I didn't notice. How I knew? I asked for more. XD

After a whole week in Batangas, I spent my Monday, April 9, at home. Yes. For the first time in weeks, I buried myself at home and had that rest I've been needing.

The following day, Tuesday, I was on my feet once again. I attended this meeting in the big city, and I got introduced to the world of business. I say this because I didn't realize until the meeting started what this work I was about to enter would be all about. Only after I had told my parents of my plans to see what this business can offer me, did I have an idea that perhaps this one's a networking business that wouldn't allow unsolicited advertisment of the said group.

I went to the big city with my good ol' friend Maxine, and she waited for me until the meeting adjourned. I was thinking that she might as well attend the meeting, since we both hda nothing to lose anyway. But then she decided not to, so I just asked her to sit and wait for us.

Within the meeting, I soon realized that this was the same business roaming around our campus--a business that I've steered away from for some time. Anyway, now that I was finally introduced personally to what this business is really about, I have my own judgements.

Some rumors were true, some were not. It turns out that some people exaggerated with their stories, heard only part of what the business was talking about which they liked [to gossip, perhaps], while still, there were some opinions that I had agreed on. One of them is their reverse-psychology strategy. They ask you, "Why do you want to be part of this?" Of course an individual would answer back that s/he is interested but has questions. Here's the twist: for every defense that you make to look like you really have intentions of joining their group, they'll fire you back with every reason not to join them.

From my point of view, this is no ordinary business. It must networking, yes, but it's not just about scam. Here's how they work. They tell you that you can earn money by selling blah blah, but first you have to show some money for the product you're about the sell--so you could try it for yourself. Odd, and really familiar. But based from testimonials, I soon realized that what you get out of that money is not really the product they're endorsing, but this thing they call "training." They keep on reiterating throughout the whole meeting how easy this buy and sell works that you don't need experience nor expertise in such line of work. Before you speak and "endorse," they'll give you everything you need to know--they'll spoon-feed you with the speech you're about to deliver to the public.

So, it makes one wonder: why do they front this "product," instead of just tell straight the public what they're really about: leadership training? That I couldn't answer, but I have my guesses. I believe that such "training" business wouldn't sell well in this country. Hello, this is an agricultural country, remember? Filipinos don't really care about trading and such. What matters to us is that we eat thrice a day, move around, breathe a little, and live.

What's more, such training would be non-sense unless used practically. Knowing these tips and styles in marketing would really be worthless and pain-in-the-ass if not applied. So, they needed a realistic project wherein they can test the effectiveness of their training and styles--to determine how well both the trainers and trainees have been.

Anyhow, the guy I talked to gave me until Friday to confirm or what. Eventually, I turned down the offer, and decided to enjoy the summer, being a bum--and perhaps earning some experience in a call center or what.

By Wednesday, I was off to Calamba with my girls. XD

And then Thursday night, I was on my way to Bicol--a very far-away province that could only be traveled by land for half a day from where we live! Imagine our exhaustion when we got there! How much more our driver who didn't get sleep? Tsktsk.

Once again, I was off with my YFC comrades to a youth conference that lasted three days, two nights. Yes, would you believe I've been a faithful devotee for months? I mean, I sticked to my word that I'll be active in this organization. Hey, this ain't no ordinary org anyway. I'm loving it, and I know for myself that I'm committed not just to these people, to this group, but more importantly to God. This ain't no promise of mine to myself, but a commitment to my God. I'm proud to say that I sticked to God without much care of my mood--whether I felt like praying/worshiping or not.

Anyway, so that was a conference, and the talk that struck me most was about being human. Yes, the humility of having been created just in the image and likeness of God--but not exactly like God.

So, we do have our weaknesses and negative attributes. But God assures us, just as he assured Timothy, that we need not be ashamed of such. We are only human, and we're all expected to fall even just once in our lives. Instead, we need to boast all the more--for through these weaknesses that God's strength is revealed: what we cannot do, God definitely can.

I admit, I did sleep in that talk. Well, it was a good thing I was still awake when I heard this first part of the talk. It was very timely, and God, perhaps he didn't let me sleep easily because of the word he was to reveal to me. Recently, I've been going through alot of trials--temptations all around that I can't seem to resist, and some that I did give into.

And then came this talk. It hit me: hey, I'm not perfect. I need not push myself to the limit. I don't really have to be hard on myself. Then, I was reminded of that Joshua Harris book, Not Even a Hint [I never got to read the whole book, just browsed it while my roommate, who owns it, was away--a really good book

]. You see, this book is about lust--resisting the temptation. It feels good to realize that you really don't have control over everything. Yes, you cannot even control yourself to resist something that you physically or emotionally want. It's normal, and you don't have to push yourself. What's really comforting to know is how powerful God works in us: if there's anyone that'll help us resist temptation, he's definitely the one up there. We don't resist sex or beer because we want to boast that, "Hey I can control my cravings!" The whole point really is in serving and praising God. We want him glorified, so we let his will act on our behalf--and so the world would see.

I might as well share with you some pictures, eh?

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May 17th, 2007

Pag Tinamaan Ka Nga Naman ng Insomia

Ang sumusunod ay naitala sa laptop ko noong ika-9 ng Mayo, ngayong taon, bandang alas-onse ng gabi, habang nag-aabang ng ma-drama at nakakakilig na kwentong pag-ibig sa radyo. [Aray ku pu!] Sa palagay ko'y hindi naman ito insomia--tinamaan lamang ako ng writing creativity ko nang mga oras na iyon, kaya hindi na ako nagpapigil pa. Matagal-tagal din kaming nawalan ng internet connection kaya naman naibuhos ko ang natatago kong matalinghagang panunulat dito.

Maiba tayo ngayon. Tagalugin natin. Para naman may bago.

Iba din ang trip ko ngayon: FM radio. Napagtripan kong makinig ng radyo. Mabuti na lang may AM/FM itong MP4 na bigay ni papa. Ginamit ko na lamang itong earphone/mic ko na para talaga sa laptop ko para ma-solo ko ang tunog ng radyo. Ano namang pinakikinggan ko sa radyo? Hindi kanta, akala mo. Syempre mga taong daldal ng daldal. Naaliw lang ako sa ideya ng Dr. Love, Joe the Mango, at kung anu-ano pang kalokohang kakornihan. Korni, pero naaaliw naman ako. Madrama at parang paulit-ulit--animo di naman nagbabago, pero kinikilig naman ako, natutuwa naman ako. Hay, pag-ibig nga naman.

Na-inlab na naman kasi ako kay Peter. Oo, kay Peter Parker, aka Spiderman. Sa wakas, napanood ko rin ang inaabang-abangan kong paborito, Spiderman. Tuwang-tuwa talaga ako dito kay Tobey Maguire. Ang gwapo pa rin--after seven years! Akalain mo yun. Nakakatuwa kasi sobrang swerte nya sa movie na ito. Spiderman lang naman talaga ang plano eh. Biglang nagkron ng part 2. Itinuloy na rin sa pangatlo. Grabe, astig! Di ako maka-get over. Di nga ako nakatulog nung gabing pinanuod namin eh--buong gabi iniisip ko yun at kinikilig-kilig pa sa mga eksena. Hahaha.

Ang maganda kasi sa trilogy na ito eh hindi niya binibigo ang fans. Natakot nga ako nung napanood ko yung X-Men 3, akala ko katulad nun, pangit din ang kalalabasan ng Spiderman. Eh yung X-Men naman kasi minadali, di ba? Yung Spiderman, nako eh nilagay ko pa yun dito sa blog ko. Hindi naman halata sa'kin na masaya at nakaantabay ako sa susunod na Spiderman. Lalo pa akong napalundag sa saya sa nakita kong kapana-panabik na mangyayari kay Peter, kung saan nangitim sa galit ang suot nyang costume at naging masama siya.

Balikan ko lamang yung sinabi kong hindi niya binibigo ang fans niya. Bakit kamo? Kasi laging may bago, laging may twist. At syempre hindi basta-basta twist--unexpected twist. Malamang malalaman natin ano ang kalalabasan, ganun naman talaga dapat. Pero nakakaaliw lang isipin yung mga pagkakasunod-sunod ng pangyayari. Alam natin ang kahihinatnan, pero kapana-panabik malaman kung paano rin nakarating sa puntong iyon.

Kung sa una, inpinamalas lamang ni Tobey kung gaano siay ka-natural maglambitin sa studio, at sa pangalawa ay lumabas ang maturity ng kanyang role, sa ikatlo naman ay magugulat ka. Magugulat ka pa rin sa mga kaya niyang gawin. Aba'y akalain mong pinagsayaw siya! At talaga namang maaaliw ka sa kanyang sayaw. Hanep, hindi ko talaga akalaing makakasayaw siya ng ganun ka-astig. Yun ata ang pinag-uusapan na ng buong bayan. Hindi kung gaano kabongga ang mga stunts at special effects, ngunit ang astig niyang pagsasayaw. Hanep!

Pero kung kwento rin lang, maganda syempre ang naging kwento nito. Maganda dahil maganda ang naging ending. Medyo nabitin ako, lalo na sa parte ng pag-iibigan nina Peter at MJ. Ngunit hindi naman ganon ka-bitin gaya nung pangalawa. Patunay lamang na ito na nga marahil ang huling Spiderman. Siguro nga, kung susundan pa eh baka matulad na sa X-Men, na malaking kawalan. Mas mabuti na sigurong tuldukan na ito ngayon. Ngunit di naman imposible na may magpatuloy pa rin. Ang kaso lang eh, mas maganda kung pagkatapos na lang siguro ng mga sampung taon saka sundan ito--para naman bagong cast, bagong direktor, at mas bagong twist sa plot.

Oh, di ba? Sabi sa'yo may hang-over pa ako eh. XD

At dahil nasabi ko na rin ang kalokohang pag-ibig na yan, balikan natin ang pagkahumaling ko sa radio stations ngayong mga huling linggo. Ano ba itong mga pinakikinggan ko? Mga love stories, love problems, love bloopers, at kung anu-ano pang may kinalaman sa love na galing mismo sa ibang tao. Nangangahulugan lamang na totoo ang lahat ng mga naririnig ko at walang halong biro, ni pagkamakata.

Nung unang gabi, talaga namang nag-abang ako. Panay tugtugan lamang ng kakornihan ang nakukuha ng tainga ko, ngunit hindi ako sumuko, sige pa rin ako sa hanap ng istasyon na magpapakilig sa'kin. Hanggang sa napadaan ako sa dalawang DJ na mainit ang diskusyon tungkol sa pagkakaibigan at pag-iibigan. Mabuti at medyo nasimulan ko pa ang counselling nila. Hindi ko man naabutan ang paglalathala ng sitwasyon, yung pag-aadvice naman na siyang mas importante. Sa pakikinig naintindihan ko rin naman kung ano talagang nangyayari.

Meron isang lalaki na may kaibigang lalaki na niloloko ang nobya niya. Ang masama nito, mahal ni lalaki ang nobya ng kanyang best friend. Syempre alam din naman ito ng best friend, best friend eh. Dahil nga nambababae itong best friend, nag-alala syempre si lalaki, hindi ko nga lang alam kung sa best friend nya o sa nobya nito, ngunit naguguluhan siya kung dapat nga ba niyang ilaglag ang best friend nya at ipagtapat ang totoo sa babae. O kunsintihin na lamang ang best friend niya habang nagmumukha ng tanga ang minamahal niyang babae.

Aba, eh napaka-tempting na sitwasyon, di ba? Ngunit sabi nga nung DJ na babae, wala naman talaga sa posisyon yung lalaki na makialam. Kung maari nga lang ay mag-advice na lamang siya gaya ng ginagawa ng mga DJ kaysa naman siya pa mismo ang mangungunang kumilos. Wala siya sa lugar para panghimasukan ang relasyon ng dalawa. Problema nila yon, hindi ng lalaki. At tama rin siya ng sabihin ng DJ na kung gusto mo talagang makialam, kailangan mong mamili. Meron at meron kang pakakawalan para mapahalagahan mo ang isa--hindi pwedeng maitago mo pareho. Maaring mawala sayo ang dalawa, pero hindi pwedeng nasa iyo pareho. Kaya kung tutuusin, ang dalawang pagpipilian mo lang naman eh may kakampihan ka o wala; may mapapatatag kang pagkakaibigan habang masisira ang isa o parehong kaibigan mo ay mawawala sa'yo.

Sa bandang huli, dasal na lamang ang maitutulong mo sa dalawang nag-iibigan na iyon, di ba?

Meron pa nga sa kanilang nagtext at sinabing habang nagpapakasasa daw itong best friend sa ibang babae eh pumorma na daw sa nobya nito. Eh kung lokohan din lang pala, ba't hindi di ba? XD

Pagkatapos ng di kahabaang diskusyon dahil ubos na rin ang oras nila, naglipat ulit ako at may naabutan naman akong love letter session sa isa pang istasyon. Doon naman ay inilathala ang masayang pag-iibigan ng dalawang tao na magkalayo ang estado ng buhay. Parang sina Elsa at Lando. XD

Edi, hindi ko na naman nasimulan, di ba. Pero sa pagpapatuloy ng kwento, nainitidihan ko naman ang mga pangyayari. Kailangan ko pa bang ikwento dito? Hindi na siguro, akin na lamang iyon. Hahahaha.

Sa kahibangan ko sa mga kalokohang love stories nila eh naiisipan ko na nga na sulatan sila eh. Pero syempre, pagka may maikukwento na ako. Ayoko naman sila lokohin dahil alam ko naman sa sarili kong hindi ko sila magogoyo. At isa pa, wala akong mapapala sa ganung pandaraya--baka lalo pa akong mawalan ng manliligaw dahil sa kalokohan ko hahahaha!

Ba't nga pala Tagalog ang drama ko ngayong gabi. Aaminin ko, nauubusan na ako ng Ingles na salita. Nasanay na ako sa Ingles, ngunit iba pa rin ang dating pagka Tagalog. Mabilis akong makaisip pagka Ingles, ngunit mas mabilis pa rin naman pagka Tagalog. Iyon nga lang, paminsan ay Ingles lang talaga ang naiisip na katumbas ng nais ko sanang ibahagi.

Liban pa sa kahibangan kong iyan, ako'y nanaba na naman. Bakit kamo? Dahil galing kaming Nasugbu. Oo, kaya ganito rin ang punto ko hahaha. Aba eh isang linggo din kaming nanatili doon. Buong linggo bago kami nanood ng Spiderman 3 noong Linggo eh nasa mga inay kami, nagpiyesta sa mga sariwang gulay at isda, at nakipag-aliwan sa mga bata. Nako eh napakaonti na nga lang nila eh nag-away-away pa sila. Ewan ko nga ba sa mga bata, masyadong makasarili talaga sa edad nila.

Ang isa pa sa hindi ko makalimutan ngayon summer eh ang aming pagwe-wakeboarding. Napakasaya, at napakasakit sa braso. Isang linggo na nga atang ngalay itong braso ko ngayon eh. Buti nga naitutuwid ko na ngayon, di gaya nung mga nakaraang araw na ni hindi ko man lamang maibaba ang balikat ko dahil sa kirot pagka nakalaylay lamang ng parang ganon lang. Kaya ngayon ko lang rin naisip mag-type eh dahil nga sa sakit, ngayon ko lamang naigagalaw ng ayos itong mga daliri ko.

At dahil sa ka-adikan ko habang wala akong magawa sa bahay eh inubos ko ang oras ko sa paggawa ng layouts kaysa basahin ang mga dagdag kong koleksyon na matagal ko ng di nababasa. Abangan ninyo ang bago kong layout next month, magulat kayo sa kahibangan ko. XD

1.03am na sa laptop clock ko, ngunit ayaw pa rin ako dalawin ng antok. Kataka-taka. Naalala ko tuloy iyong blog post ko tungkol sa insomiacs at writers. Isinulat ko doon na ang isang manunulat ay insomniac. Nasulat ko iyon malamang dahil sa napanood kong movie, ngunit basehan ko rin ay mga manunulat sa pahayagan na tuwing gabi ay pinipiga ang utak para sa pinakahuling balita na maibabalita sa madla. Siguro eh meron pa talaga akong gustong isulat.

Dahil diyan, naalala ko rin ang mga hindi ko matupad-tupad na mga pangarap sa buhay. Una diyan ang pagkatuto muli ng pagtutog ng piano. Gusto ko ulit tumugtog ngunit umiiral na naman ang aking katamaran, ano pa nga ba. Tinatamad ako pa'no ang dami ko ng hindi alam at nakalimutan na. Sana ay kahit pa'no makatugtog akong muli bago man lamang magpasukan.

At ang isa pa eh ang makasulat. Hindi naman sa sura na ako sa kasusulat sa blog ko na parang ako lamang ang nagsasayang ng oras para magbasa, ngunit pangarap ko talagang makasulat ng isang bagay na talaga namang mababasa ng madla. Tulad halimbawa ng essay. Pinakamataas ko na sigurong pangarap ang makasulat ng libro na patungkol sa kahit anong bagay, kahit isa lamang. Bonus na lamang siguro kung manalo sa award ang aking gawa. Ngunit kung makikita mo ang mga ginagawa kong hakbang para lang ma-publish ako eh sa mga contest agad ang aking sabak. Puno ako ng pag-asa sa simula at pinipilit ko talaga namang magsimula ng isang kwento o sanaysay na maipapasa sa mga hurado. Ngunit, ang walang hiyang katamaran ay dumarating. Lagi na lamang akong nasa-sidetrack ng kung anu-anong kalokohan ko sa pagbo-blog kaya laging napapagpaliban, laging napapalampas. Hay, sayang nga naman.

Ay sya, eh napakahaba na pala nito. Pero gusto mo pa ba? Sigurado? Oh sige, ngunit huli na ito.

Medyo may katagalan na ito ngunit palagay ko'y nasa bingit ako ng aking pagtanda. Ako ngayon ay masasabi kong sa puntong iyong na kung hindi napipilitan dahil sa edad na magkaron na ng nobyo, eh nasa lagay na iyong kung saan eh naghahanap ako ng kalinga sa iba na hindi ko pa nararanasan. Kalinga mula sa isang lalaki hindi ko pa ata natikman. Nakakatawa, lalo na siguro ang pananagalog ko, ngunit may ganong syndrome talaga ako. Noong January pa ito. Ganoon ko na katagal hinihintay na may kumatok sa puso ko't pangalagaan ako.

Aaminin ko, may umaaligid. Oo, merong isa, ngunit pasimple sya. Sasabihin niyang ganito ganyan, iinisin ako ng kaunti, ngunit ang totoo'y nagpapapansin sa'kin. Ngunit sa kasamaan palad, wala--wala akong interes. Dahil ako ito at ganito talaga ako ka-prangka at "harsh", wala akong interest sa kanya mismo. Maari sigurong pagkakaibigan, ngunit hindi na hihigit pa doon. Pagbigyan? Hindi bale na. Baka magsisi lang kaming pareho, magkasakitan lang kami. Huwag ng paasahin pa kung wala naman talaga. Lalo pa sa sarili ko, wala talagang maaasahan--hindi talaga nagbibigay ang pusong ito. XD

Ngunit paano naman ako magmamahal at mamahalin nito kung palagi namang sarado ang puso ko? Kung lagi ba naman akong nagsusungit? Hay, malay ko nga ba. Hindi ko na aalamin pa ang sagot. Hihintayin ko na lamang siyang dumating. Sabi nga, I know he's out there, but I can wait. Sana nga eh masambit ko pa yan. Gasgas na kasi yan sa mga labi ko. Ang hiling ko na lang, magdilang anghel sana ang amiga kong nagpatutsadang ako daw ang literal na magkakaron ng napakagwapong nobya. Hay, ewan.

Oh sya, tapos na. Sige ipahinga mo na mata mo. Salamat sa pagbabasa. Wag ka na lang maingay sa iba.

PS: Nakakatuwa, nagdarasal na muli ako ngayong mga nakaraang araw. Nang mga huling linggo, mga dalawang linggo din akong tinamad magdasal at magbasa ng bibliya. Ilang araw ko din inisnaban ang Panginoon. Ngunit ngayon, ako eh balik na sa pananampalataya. Mabuti na iyon. Salamat naman.

Usong-uso ngayon sa text ang mga quotable quote na galing sa mga palabas at libro. Halimbawa na lamang eh ang mga sinabi ni Peter Parker ng Spiderman, Dale Carnegie, at kung sino-sino pa. Eh sino ba sila para diktahan ang takbo ng buhay natin sa pamamagitan ng mga makatawag-pansin nga namang kasabihan nila? Hindi ba mas maganda kung galing sa bibliya ang nakukuha nating magagandang aral ng buhay? Kung tutuusin ay dito rin naman nila hinahango ang mga kapansin-pansin nilang kasabihan. At di hamak na mas makapangyarihan, at mas makapangyayari naman ang mga sinasabi ng Diyos?

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May 20th, 2007

Love, Sex, Lust... & More

So I've been tagged...

RULES

Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about the self. People who get tagged needs to write an entry of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts and must state this rule clearly. At the end, choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.

No tag backs.

Rule of thumb: what you see, what you read; when you leave, leave them here.

15 Facts I've Just Admitted

Mayabang ako. Yes, I am, though I don't seem to be, or I don't brag much about such. I have this tendency to not study for an upcoming exam, and then just show everyone that I aced it without opening my notes. I know, I'm that great. XD
If my hair is long: I always bring it to my face and try to smell it; short hair: I usually comb it with my fingers.
I hate liars myself, but I am an expert one. I know. :-/
I push people away when I don't like them. Usually guys--like when they like me but I don't like them back, I am harsh enough to tell them to back off and stop liking me; kinda like telling them that I'll never like them back the way they wanna be so. Weird, huh?
Kinikilig ako sa pagbabasa ng mga nobelang pag-ibig--lalo na kapag sila'y naghahalikan na. XD
I hate blogs, or any written content for that matter, that contain foul words. I think they aren't worth reading.
My nails always get dirty and I wonder why. Puro libag ata katawan ko. XD
I'm a heavy drinker. ^-^ Really, I have weird drinking habits. When I'm tipsy, I want more, but that also tells me that I have to stop, so I control myself and stop drinking.
I think a lot, but not aloud. That perhaps explains why I write a lot.
I fart a lot. When there's 'butterflies in my stomach,' it's usually air. Gross, I know. XD
When I was a kid, I feared the millennium and I believed in all sorts of 'end of the world' stuff: meteor hitting the face of our planet, water bodies swallowing up the land with big tidal waves, land masses opening up to its surface and changing the face of the planet, etc.
When I was younger, like I was in grade school, I loved studying. Or so I think. Perhaps I just like the challenge of getting 5 stars for perfecting one of the many exams of my teachers. I remember back in Kinder-prep when I'd get jealous with another classmate for being called by the teacher and told, "Very good." Those two words were a big deal to me. And now, I think that explains why I am so driven to school-work--why I strive for high grades, not just passing grades. Maybe this is the real truth: I push myself to the limit. That I'll never forget that my dear teacher pointed out to me. Thanks a lot to her.
I am a selfish, possessive, self-centered person. Well, something like that. I like owning what others have, and if I'm the first to own such, I want it mine alone. In terms of people, I am jealous if your attention is drawn to someone else but me. If you like me, then I should be your only one--not just your first. [What am I, God?!]
I love rock! Seriously, I don't think it's something not so obvious. I'm not emo or anything--I don't claim to be such. I just love hard rock. And it all started way back in grade 6, when Linkin Park was introduced to me. Yeah, rock on!
And finally, uhm, what else do I have to add? I've always wanted to write a book. And you know what? I can't make one 'cause I can't finish one! Always started, but never finished.

There goes my 15. Yeah, there's a lot more, definitely. But you wouldn't want to know the rest. At least not from me.

Again, what you see, what you read; when you leave, leave them here.

Tags: Bhez, Maxing, Yen, Yan, Ayen, Marian, Satsuki, Dori, Rina, Hastang.

May 22: A Sex-Filled Night

No, no, no. I'm no sex kitten, I assure you that. It's just that, the other night, I've come to the conclusion that indeead, the world of chat has already been cluttered with sex-kittens and sex-driven men. It's like, you can't chat to anybody who has no business with sex! You won't find some chatter decent enough to excuse his/herself from such topic--whether be it kissing, masturbating, birth control pills, or condoms.

I don't exactly hate the topic, honestly. I mean, I am open-minded and I won't be afraid to stand up and share what I know [and don't know] about the topic. I can freely express myself even if that's the subject, even if that's the theme given in a conversation--though I don't exactly have hands-on knowledge about it. I even had a conversation with another chatter who happens to hate men in the chatroom who seem to be buzzing just to have cybersex. And I never thought that the same would happen to me. I'll tell you later why.

So, I had a conversation with this chatter who comes from another part of our country. Well, she's older than I do and turns out that she has a lot of hands-on knowledge about sex. We wound up talking about her sex life for hours. XD Anyway, she's a girl, and we really had a good time and amused ourselves with our conversation. At the end of our pretty long, disgusting, funny discussion of the said topic, I just realized that perhaps I'm conservative. I may have my impure, lustful thoughts, but then again, I've never gone that far. Really, if you want something you'll probably get it. But then my conscience has and will always be there--and I'll pass up every opportunity to become just like everyone else. As my chatmate said, it's a lot cooler to be just yourself--you don't really have to follow the trend.

Anyhow, I hate what male chatters have become. This chat world has obviously turned out to be the outlet for their sexual urges. They can't help themselves! Duh! And I so freakin' hate it. That night, I've been in more or less 20 rooms, jumping from one to another. And until someone buzzes me, I won't stop my search for a chatmate. It's just disappointing that for every buzz they make, the pattern is a brief introduction [age, sex and location--you don't wanna have sex with the same gender, right?], a few question about whereabouts and who you're with, and then on to sex. What the?! Don't they have anything to talk about but sex? Duh!

Sex, sex, sex. A simple, three-lettered word--yet a very heavy one. The kind that stirs up a lot of ideas, conversations, debates among people. Some love it, some hate it, some are innocent about, some know too much about it, some even yearn so much for it. Has everyone become so driven to it? I hope not. I hope we're not the only ones.

I'm Kissing Dating Goodbye Now...

How timely. Just this week, the day before I had these 'chats' with foreigners and others [one who even wanted to pay me just to have cybersex with me--he told me he'd send it via Western Union! Talk about desperate. XD], I began reading Joshua Harris' famous bestseller, I Kissed Dating Goodbye. It belongs to my sis' friend, and she kept it with her since around 2002 or something. Yeah, it's been collecting dust in her bed-side table for some years.

Anyway, I really don't have the intention of even flipping open the book. Why not? Because I don't have a love life, and I'm not dating. As if dating is common in our country, eh? But then, as if God tapped me in the shoulder and made the book seem so tempting for a bookworm like me to read; I grabbed it, dust if off, turned to the back cover to read the summary, and then finally flipped it open. I let out a big sigh and decided: yes, I'll read this, because I know I need this most now, and I'll probably need it more sooner or later.

And I made the right choice--actually, I made the best one! I found this to be one cool book, and I'm loving it. Every page I turn, I am learning, and I am beginning to realize that, 'Hey, this is me. So I really am a victim of this world's faulted perception of love and sex.'

Dating isn't bad. Really. Married couples, committed, engaged people should enjoy more of it in fact. Let's face it, dating equates intimacy. And our idea of intimacy is actually blurred. We don't have to date to get to know someone--we can do it in a public setting, with large group of friends! Our faulty idea of intimacy is that as we get closer, we like the opposite sex better. The truth is, the closer we get to someone, the more we want to be intimate--the more we want intimacy, not the other person.

It's only this year that I've learned to mingle with the other sex, honestly. I always thought back in high school that if boys and girls date, they can never be friends, something must be going on between them. But now, hey! Not all men are indeed the same. There are still many left who would want to get intimate with the opposite sex for the sake of friendship. I thought all I could befriend are gay ones. While there are men who love playing the field, there are still those that we need to exclude and say, 'Yes, they are straight, and they are friends, not lovers.'

This book just taught me how sex should actually be viewed: a reward! For what? We know it is a gift from God, but it doesn't mean that he gave it for us to enjoy it whenever and wherever we want it. Think of it this way: imagine your parents gave you a pretty huge box [could be a laptop ], and they tell you not to open it until Christmas. And guess what? It's only January, Christmas just passed by, and now they're already giving it to you for the next Christmas that's still 11 months away!

God gave it to us, but not to open it until we are married--that's the condition. Sex is our reward for being committed, for uniting ourselves with the opposite sex. We should enjoy it! It's our reward for being faithful to our spouse.

Yeah, I'll definitely finish this book. I appreciate this a lot more than that book by Ellisabeth Elliot. I wasn't actually in the mood then to be lectured about purity and lust. But as Harris quotes parts of her book, I just realized that I missed the whole point of her book, that I might as well read it again and be enlightened. Yeah, well maybe I will--sooner or later.

After this, I'm back at my novels' list. That's for sure.

2007 Philippine Senatorial Elections

This ain't the latest count, but here's the list of senatoriables who are winning. It's official, it came directly from the ComElec website. Gosh, I miss their stupid campaign ads and jingles already.

LEGARDA, Loren B.
ESCUDERO, Francis Joseph G.
LACSON, Panfilo M.
VILLAR, Manuel, Jr. B.
PANGILINAN, Francis N.
AQUINO, Benigno Simeon III C.
ANGARA, Edgardo J.
HONASAN, Gregorio B.
CAYETANO, Allan Peter S.
ARROYO, Joker P.
TRILLANES, Antonio IV F.
ZUBIRI, Juan Miguel F.

So, the Genuine Opposition is leading, eh? I do hope they win.

Too bad for our election down here. Our town is really getting the special attention. We've been headlined a couple of nights already in the primetime news telecast. Seems like our mayoral candidates keep on cheating each other. Or maybe they're just throwing tantrums and accusations at one another. I don't know. They suck big time, wasting time and money for their personal agendas. Duh.

Even Mayor Vi, rather Gob Vi is a victim of false vote-buying accusations. Tsktsk, I wonder how much her loser rival, Arman Sachez, paid those innocent poor just to disgrace the famous actress' name. Oh politics, need I say more?

What is LOVE?
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails... [1 Cor 13.4-8]

mood cool
listen Linkin Park
read Joshua Harris' I Kissed Dating Goodbye
watch Grey's Anatomy [season 3]

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When You're Called

Then he called the crowd to him along with his disciples and said, If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. ~Mark 8.34

I just came from another YFC Kasanga conference. And today, we just happen to talk about leadership.

Lately, I've been called by people in position to serve God in a little, but surely hard way. So, I was appointed a Unit head, and it definitely isn't a very high position. Yet still, it is a position that shouldn't be taken lightly. Unit heads connect the members of YFC to the higher ranking YFC leaders, like the chapter head and cluster head.

No, I didn't bring this up just to boast and proudly say that I am in position and that I have power. It's not that. Really, when you understand what you do in YFC, such thought would never cross your mind. Your focus wouldn't be on the power, position and respect, but in the service you do to God.

Back then, I used to think that my goal in this organization is be a 'head'--to go just above the ladder, one after the other. But when I-kee assigned me as head, I soon realized how selfish and immature my thoughts about leading YFC had been. I began to understand how these people appoint leaders, instead of vote.

I have quite learned my lesson the hard way. After assigning me as unit head, responsibilities towards my co-YFC's within reach and towards God came crashing in, making a really big impact on me. Long-gone YFC members had to be called and contacted, persuaded to be active once again; other YFC members to be informed on the who's who and what's what in the group--well, talk about exhausting! Then, I had an idea that it isn't really about gaining anybody's respect, rather being persevering and holding on to God's will. Really, God is the only man behind this--not I-kee, not Maxine, not the tito's or tita's. It has always been God.

Just when I was about to give up, I thought to myself that this is what I wanted, so I better accept it, or I would be shameful before God for asking something that I thought I like but not really. But thinking such is a burden, and only makes me want to give up more.

Then came this talk about leadership. The 3 D's of leading God's people.

Discerning. Prayer is indeed the key. I hadn't prayed about it, even as I accepted the post. I should have, definitely, so that I had the strength to face what's coming, and guidance in my leadership. Prayer keeps people off their worries because prayer enlightens people of God's will--a sign that He's in control, and so we need not worry anything at all.

Decisiveness. The decision to accept God's call is not one that you answer out of boredom or out of pressure. After discerning God's will, there's no way but to go his way--to decide according to his plans. When you've already weighed your options, you decide, and there's no turning back. God wants only one answer, not 'both.' Jesus already said it: you cannot serve two masters at the same time. It is either God or the world. I ask: did I accept this position to please myself, or to serve God? Do I want a better job that pays off/I'm interested in, or do I choose God's pleasure above my likes?

Daring. Daring is to move forward--not side-wards, and definitely not backwards. I couldn't remember what was exactly said, but daring is the act of going out of your comfort zone to glorify God. Indeed, interacting with a lot of people of different age and gender, from different backgrounds is a challenge, especially that I'm not an extrovert. Yes, it is my weakness, but through this weakness I know God is glorified. Because I am faithful that once I speak, it isn't me who does the talking, encouraging and inspiring, but God.

Have you ever seen a fish trying to get out of an aquarium? But once out, it soon realizes that he belongs in the water and not in the land.

We may not like where we are now, but when we view life in God's perspective, we'll soon know why we belong in this world, and we'll be able to realize that we're better off to where God placed us. If you're tired of this life, would you really try for a change the 'after-life?' I hope not.

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May 31st, 2007

Just Maybe

So, today's the 31st, eh? Indeed, the last day of the month, May. And this day marks the end of the 'summer vacation' months.

Well, I thought that I would post something today, as a summer ender, just before school months start.

I was already thinking of writing up something since Monday, but unfortunately for me, nothing came up. So, when I woke up this afternoon [yes, I wake past 12nn, as a result of my 'owl-waking' nights], upon realizing today's date, I decided that no matter what, whether something will come up or not, I will post--I will write!

You know, just maybe, I'm holding on to the hope that somehow, words--and the right, juicy, creative words I mean, will reveal themselves to me. Yet until now, I have no clue as to what will follow this paragraph. *sigh*

Tomorrow, I am going out. Hehe, I'm going back to LB with my mom and sister. No, I'm not settling there yet for the upcoming semester. I'll just meet up with my future housemates in our future apartment, and discuss what we'll do with the house appliances and furnitures, and whatever else there is to discuss.

The other day, well I can't actually remember what day that was--anyway, I browsed through my old files and guess what I found? Chapters of the book that I was planning to write. Yes, unbelievable. XD

Anyway, I only started with two books in fact--novels, if you like. And so far, I'm done up until the fourth chapter only. Haha, how silly is that? But what's disappointing is that I didn't like my story at all. I thought the plot was senseless and one can argue that the events don't quite follow one another.

But to counter this disappointment, I just think that my style of writing--the grammar and diction [which means choice of words, mind you], is great. I loved it! As I read, I noticed that indeed, reading so many novels from so many novelists affect my way of writing. It's like, I picked up a li'l something about a particular writer, and I see it my novel.

And to date, even in this blog, I have let my reading affect my writing. Lately, I remembered the way I had used the expression 'Bloody' in one of my post, which is supposedly a curse. And I did use such expression then, when before I didn't, because of Bridget Jones. Haha, funny but the main character, Bridget, has been using the word repeatedly--like, she's been cursing all throughout the book. Kidding aside, the expression is actually like the only curse she knows. XD

Anyhow, I've discovered more about my reading-writing style. I see that I write best [or perhaps I am inspired most to do so] when I read--either when I've just finished a book, or when I'm starting on a new one, or plainly I'm just loving the part of the story that triggers my creative juices to get out of my system.

Lastly, I am once again into the philosophy of words. I'm just saddened with the idea that words are just words--language is making itself a barricade to express the full of extent of a thought. After some reading [hey, that was four chapters, at the least], I realized how important the language I was using in writing, and such plays a very vital role in sending my message [not only that, the story in general of course!] across. Readers mean so much because without them, well I think the reading material wouldn't be of any use at all. Even if you're the only reader of your material, perhaps you wouldn't want to be disappointed with your own crappiness in writing, now would you?

So, I have decided to write once again. Well, I don't know when and how I'll start. I just know that I will. Mmm, I guess I better start now. Makes me wonder: will I actually start all over again, or plain continue with what I've started?

Just recently, I was bothered by the upcoming semester--the near coming of the opening of classes. My friend is attending school this summer [while the rest of us is enjoying the vacation. XD] and she was taking up this Math subject. I took a peek in her notebook for the said subject but I've only browsed through it a while.

All of the sudden, I remembered that I'm about to take up almost the same subjects next semester. The idea of higher Math, and all the other subjects I'm taking up in the coming semester, actually sent shivers up and down my spine. In fact, something else triggered the idea of 'failure' in my thought that never in my student life I entertained--but I don't wanna talk about it. I was suddenly caught off guard by the realization of the weight of my decision to take up Engineering.

And now, I am actually entertaining the idea of shifting courses. How bad is that, huh? It's just that, all of a sudden, I've had this change of heart, and now I want to take up something that I really want, and at the same time, something I can handle.

Since then, I've been wondering about the shoulda, woulda, coulda: what could have happened to me if I did study something about writing and arts, journalism or creative writing perhaps. Well maybe I wouldn't be like this now, whoever I am right now; maybe, certainly I mean, I would turn out to be a different person, maybe even completely different from who I am today. I don't know.

Now that I'm thinking straight--I mean without the idea of difficult subjects bugging me, I believe that what I'm experiencing now is just a phase. I admit, I am plain afraid of failure, failing a subject which I have never experienced yet--something that I have no idea if I can handle or not.

Maybe that's it, maybe fear is holding me back in pursuing what I really want to study about. No, not maybe, but definitely!

Anyhow, at least I am definite on at least one thing: I have to give my best. I have to give my all and leave the rest to God, that I am sure. No matter how many times I push in my head that I will not fail, that never will I repeat a subject and delay my graduation, the reality catches up on me: there'll always be a possibility, no matter how small.

Success and failure is not exactly up to me, but to God. Whether I fail or not, I promise that I will never fail to give my best, to stretch my abilities to the fullest extent!

And, of course, as I put my best foot forward, I'm giving also my faith, my full trust, to God. I'm putting my future in God's hands. Yeah!

Know what else is making me busy for the past week, besides tennis? Well, besides my love for books [novels in particular], I also admit I'm so in love with a certain anime--perhaps it's the only anime I'm serious about watching. Anyway, quit the long introduction already! It's no other than Rurouni Kenshin.

Yup, it is so evident in my current layout, right? So maybe I've displayed so many other anime characters in my layout before. But then, I have no idea who they are! I just picked them in random. Well, not exactly in random--just as long as I liked the drawing itself, I created a layout out of such!

Well, just recently I discovered what Youtube can do for me. I started watching Spiderman 3, yes the whole movie--bit by bit, part by part, pixel by pixel. And the next thing I knew, after having memorized the whole movie, I was searching for Samurai X [English title] episodes.

I watched the first 2 episodes in Japanese, with English subtitle of course. Then I decided to search for something that would far satisfy my needs: English dubbed. And I found so, even just a couple episodes. In fact, there are so many more episodes that I still have to see. And I can't wait to see them all! I just wish I have the DVD instead, so I can make MTV's as well. ^_^

Oh, and one more thing! Because of my love for books, and books are becoming more expensive nowadays--I chose to download them instead. Yes, there are books, particularly old [ancient, perhaps] ones, available in PDF form, and anybody can download it for free! I just downloaded some in Manybooks.com and PlanetPDF.com. Enjoy!

That's just about it. I am so hyped up for the coming semester. Weeh! I hope all goes well. Oh, I'm sure everything's gonna be fine. Just wait.

Wait for the Lord;
be strong and take heart
and wait for the Lord.
~Psalm 27.14

mood distressed
read The Little Prince
watch Rurouni Kenshin [courtesy of Youtube]

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