:::2003-11-22-11:31 a.m.:::
Yesterday is such a happy, happy day.
Hindi ako natuloy sa sunset, since tinamad kaming lahat dahil sa ulan. Nakakdepress ang ulan. Kaya pumunta na lang kami sa Starbucks kung saan nagbonding [yet again] ang Malate. Ngunit kailangan kong dumating sa school by six, so kasama ng isang taga-Malate [at blockmate rin], bumalik kami sa school.
Meron siyang kailangan kunin sa Library, at since marami akong dala [at ayaw kong pumasok sa library dahil siguradong magtatagal ako dun], pumunta ako sa chapel na katabi ng library. Doon ako ay nagdasal nang taimtim na sana 'tonight is the night'.
Kinulit ako nang kinulit ng blockmate na iyon na sobrang gentleman na nakakahiya na na buhatin ang mga gamit ko. At since nangungulit siya, binigay ko naman. However, I don't feel relieved. Yung gamit niya mas mabigat pa sa lahat ng gamit ko combined e.
Anyway, pagdating ko dun Velasco 506, wala si g(x)! Taena, may usapan ha!
At pumunta kami sa ""rooftop"" ng Velasco 506 (with matching circular staircase) at tumingin ng clouds. Lecheng killjoy na clouds.
Nag-wish ako sa pinakaunang star na nakita ko [which, I think, is Mars. Oh well] na sana dumating na si g(x).
Lo, and behold. Pagbaba ko, andun na siya. *happy happy joy joy*
Ayun, nagkayayaan ng bonding, inuman. Isang bote lang, tapos sibat na. Considering ako lang yung tanging babae sa kanila, at medyo natutuwa ako sa pinag-uusapan nila, the night wasn't a waste. In fact, it was one of the best nights ever.
And I realized: This experience is sweet enough as it is. Hope just makes it sweeter.
:::2003-11-20-9:26 p.m.::: On memories I hold the annual in my hands right now, as if this was my greatest treasure. Indeed, loving STC has been my first treasure. My first privilege. Them loving me back is just a bonus. A beautiful bonus. The article I wrote on the yearbook as an introduction: When the gates of childhood close bhind us on Graduation Day, one thing will always remain: a magnificent pair of wings for us to fly with as we breach the unfamiliar ground called Adult Life. These wings are made up of crystal-white feathers: memories and lessons that helped us to be who we are now. Each and every glowing feather is a piece of us to give and carry for the rest of our lives. These feathers chronicle our experiences: Malolos, Banahaw, the Dance Production, plays, half-day sessions, our achievements, our failures. From II-5, to III-5, to IV-5, we shared a lot. We have enjoyed success together, and felt sorrow as one. Our tears, our smiles shall become our winds. With these we rise to our success. We may be different. We may have our frustrations, our fights, our misunderstandings. But we are filles with pride so sublime to have each other. We may bot be perfect, but we are unique. For we are IV-5. And another one, to sum up [in verse form]: Saying good-bye shouldn't be hard / If we shared just one year / just one smile, just one laugh / just one sorrow, just one tear, / But we shared too much / And for some, even gave too much. / Parting ways became a lot more difficult / But one thing will always remain: / We aren't just one class, / Sharing just one moment. / We are IV-5 / Now, until forever. This is what scares me most: My brain is so unreliable that I might even forget my fondest memories. And I'm horrified to find out that right now, I can't even remember those half-day sessions we shared. I don't want to forget. I don't want to let go. On g(x) Well, regarding him, this has to be one of the happiest days. We're back on speaking terms, as if nothing happened. I'm so happyyyy On malate Bonding nights, as usual. We talked about works, revisions, Life, God, Pinoy culture, anything and everything. On harrassment I have two reports to finish, all due on monday. And I'm too lazy to do it. Argh. On what will happen tomorrow Escape from school and go to the Manila Bay to watch the sunset. Return on or before six o'clock for the skygazing, in which I will have no other companion except g(x) and his best friend inside the class. Chance!
:::2003-11-19-1:45 p.m.::: Thanks for the prayers. It worked wonderfully. Anyway, news: I'm feeling very sick and stuff these days. Probably because the people I hang out with are sick too. Sick in a conventional sense, I mean. Don't you dare think of anything else. Bonding blues sa Malate. I'm so happy nakausap ko yung isang prose staffer na mas matanda sa akin at mas naunang nakapasok. Kwela pala siya. Ang saya saya kasama. At naguubos ako ng pera sa isang internet cafe e pwede naman ako pumuntang Goks or Lib para mag-internet. Tigil na nga. Kailangan ko ng bagong mababasa.
:::2003-11-14-5:05 a.m.::: HERE I GO. Pray for me.
:::2003-11-12-5:21 p.m.::: Bagong balita: Meron akong 'obsession notebook'. Ha? Hindi mo alam kung ano ang obsession notebook? Obsession notebook: noun. Filler, notebook [or, in my case, a test booklet] filled with names of the person being obsessed on and drawings of objects connected to him. May also include famous lines, caricatures, sample signatures [in which the obsessed person attaches the victim's last name on hers], essays, or lyrics of songs connected to him. Pressed flowers and collages not excluded. Ito ang obsession notebook. Ito ang ginagawa ko kanina habang intreco, na dapat nakikinig ako sa teacher ko. Pero inde. Hinarot ako nang hinarot ng katabi sa pagsulat ng pangalan ni g(x) sa booklet ko. At ito ang origin ng aking obsession notebook. Hindi ko alam kung ano gagawin ko dito pagkatapos. Maaari ko siyang sunugin, o di kaya ay itago. Basta, isa lamang ang masisigurado ko: Hinding-hindi ko ito ipapakita sa kanya. Baka matakot siya sa akin. Natatakot na nga ako sa sarili ko e. Basta ang alam ko, kung susunugin ko siya, may kasamang dasal at orasyon. Gayuma? Hahahahahahaha di siguro. Di pa naman ako ganun ka-desperado. Bagong balita: Bagong routine sa buhay. Nagpapasundo ako palagi nang alas-sais sa school [ang uwian ko ay 1240 tuwing MWF, at 410 tuwing TTH], at susunduin ako ng alas-siyete dahil palagi namang late ang tatay ko. Mula 1240 hanggang mga 300, nasa library ako o kaya nasa computer lab at nagccomputer. Pagdating nang 330, kakain ako sa SPS canteen ng dumpling na may kanin na may aligue, at isang medium na melon shake. Mga 4:00 ako matatapos, saka ako aakyat sa malate, kung saan pwede ako magpakabulok, makipagkuwentuhan, magbasa ng logbook, o ayain sa sunset sa manila bay. Tuwing TTH naman, dederetso ako sa SPS para kumain ng dumpling na may kanin na may aligue, at isang medium na melon shake. Saka ako aakyat sa Malate kung saan pwede ako magpakabulok, makipagkuwentuhan, magbasa ng logbook, gumawa ng sunset, o ayain sa sunset sa Manila Bay. Ang lahat ng ito ay matatapos dakong alas-siyete ng gabi, kung kailan ako ay susunduin na. Pagsayad ng katawan ko sa upuan ng kotse, matutulog na ako. Depende na iyan kung tuloy-tuloy hanggang sa pag-uwi o dadaan pa sa condo para maghatid ng pagkain. Kung maghahatid ng pagkain, either gigisingin ako at papaakyatin sa 24th floor o kaya ay hahayaan na lamang matulog at ang papa ko na ang aakyat sa 24th floor. Either way, pauwi mula sa condo, matutulog pa rin ako. Pagdating sa bahay, magbibihis ako, at matutulog. Ang mga ssignments at pag-aaralan ay ipagpapaliban sa alas-singko o alas-kuwatro ng umaga, kung saan magmamadali naman ako pumasok. Whatta life.
:::2003-11-09-10:44 p.m.::: It's official. I'm going to the Writer's Workshop. And a deep sense of dread envelopes her... I got the family computer up and running! Yehey! I got to play those good old classic games like Contra, PacMan, Antarctic, Bomber Man, and a lot more! Sayang wala yung Circus, pero okay lang. hehe. Short-lived ecstasy... Nag-bonding kami ng mga kapatid at pinsan over beer and nagaraya. Natripan ng pinsan kong gumawa ng bonfire from chestnut peelings and crackers. Nagsunog siya ng pagkain doon. At nangamoy inihaw kami lahat. Captivating flames... devouring everything and rises up in triumph... In the morning, pumunta kami sa Fontana at nagpakalunod sa mga waves na sumasampal sa amin... One, two, three, four... Four times water invaded my nose and lungs... At pagkatapos ay pumunta kami sa isa pang resort kung saan dumalo kami sa first birthday ng aking pamangkin. And I wondered [yuck feeling Sex and the City], Are parties made for the guests or for the celebrant? The baby was there, suckling sweetly on a bottle while everything around her was in chaos. Sweet childhood oblivion... How I miss those days... And I saw the most perfect moon when nighttime fell. Ang ganda. Parang eye of heaven. I basked in its warm light... it feeds my soul... my passion... my life. Hmmm... iba format ng post ko ngayon a.
![[<<] [>>]:::2003-11-20-9:26 p.m.::: On memoriesI hold the annual in my hands right now, as if this was my greatest treasure.Indeed, loving STC has been my first treasure. My first privilege. Them loving me back is just a bonus. A beautiful bonus.The article I wrote on the yearbook as an introduction: When the gates of childhood close bhind us on Graduation Day, one thing will always remain: a magnificent pair of wings for us to fly with as we breach the unfamiliar ground called Adult Life.These wings are made up of crystal-white feathers: memories and lessons that helped us to be who we are now. Each and every glowing feather is a piece of us to give and carry for the rest of our lives. These feathers chronicle our experiences: Malolos, Banahaw, the Dance Production, plays, half-day sessions, our achievements, our failures.From II-5, to III-5, to IV-5, we shared a lot. We have enjoyed success together, and felt sorrow as one. Our tears, our smiles shall become our winds. With these we rise to our success.We may be different. We may have our frustrations, our fights, our misunderstandings. But we are filles with pride so sublime to have each other. We may bot be perfect, but we are unique. For we are IV-5.And another one, to sum up [in verse form]: Saying good-bye shouldn't be hard / If we shared just one year / just one smile, just one laugh / just one sorrow, just one tear, / But we shared too much / And for some, even gave too much. / Parting ways became a lot more difficult / But one thing will always remain: / We aren't just one class, / Sharing just one moment. / We are IV-5 / Now, until forever.This is what scares me most: My brain is so unreliable that I might even forget my fondest memories. And I'm horrified to find out that right now, I can't even remember those half-day sessions we shared.I don't want to forget. I don't want to let go.On g(x)Well, regarding him, this has to be one of the happiest days. We're back on speaking terms, as if nothing happened. I'm so happyyyyOn malateBonding nights, as usual. We talked about works, revisions, Life, God, Pinoy culture, anything and everything. On harrassmentI have two reports to finish, all due on monday. And I'm too lazy to do it. Argh.On what will happen tomorrowEscape from school and go to the Manila Bay to watch the sunset. Return on or before six o'clock for the skygazing, in which I will have no other companion except g(x) and his best friend inside the class.Chance! [<<] [>>]:::2003-11-19-1:45 p.m.::: Thanks for the prayers. It worked wonderfully.Anyway, news: I'm feeling very sick and stuff these days. Probably because the people I hang out with are sick too. Sick in a conventional sense, I mean. Don't you dare think of anything else.Bonding blues sa Malate. I'm so happy nakausap ko yung isang prose staffer na mas matanda sa akin at mas naunang nakapasok. Kwela pala siya. Ang saya saya kasama.At naguubos ako ng pera sa isang internet cafe e pwede naman ako pumuntang Goks or Lib para mag-internet. Tigil na nga.Kailangan ko ng bagong mababasa. [<<] [>>]:::2003-11-14-5:05 a.m.::: HERE I GO.Pray for me. [<<] [>>]:::2003-11-12-5:21 p.m.::: Bagong balita: Meron akong 'obsession notebook'.Ha? Hindi mo alam kung ano ang obsession notebook?Obsession notebook: noun. Filler, notebook [or, in my case, a test booklet] filled with names of the person being obsessed on and drawings of objects connected to him. May also include famous lines, caricatures, sample signatures [in which the obsessed person attaches the victim's last name on hers], essays, or lyrics of songs connected to him. Pressed flowers and collages not excluded.Ito ang obsession notebook. Ito ang ginagawa ko kanina habang intreco, na dapat nakikinig ako sa teacher ko. Pero inde. Hinarot ako nang hinarot ng katabi sa pagsulat ng pangalan ni g(x) sa booklet ko. At ito ang origin ng aking obsession notebook.Hindi ko alam kung ano gagawin ko dito pagkatapos. Maaari ko siyang sunugin, o di kaya ay itago. Basta, isa lamang ang masisigurado ko: Hinding-hindi ko ito ipapakita sa kanya. Baka matakot siya sa akin. Natatakot na nga ako sa sarili ko e.Basta ang alam ko, kung susunugin ko siya, may kasamang dasal at orasyon. Gayuma? Hahahahahahaha di siguro. Di pa naman ako ganun ka-desperado.Bagong balita: Bagong routine sa buhay. Nagpapasundo ako palagi nang alas-sais sa school [ang uwian ko ay 1240 tuwing MWF, at 410 tuwing TTH], at susunduin ako ng alas-siyete dahil palagi namang late ang tatay ko. Mula 1240 hanggang mga 300, nasa library ako o kaya nasa computer lab at nagccomputer. Pagdating nang 330, kakain ako sa SPS canteen ng dumpling na may kanin na may aligue, at isang medium na melon shake. Mga 4:00 ako matatapos, saka ako aakyat sa malate, kung saan pwede ako magpakabulok, makipagkuwentuhan, magbasa ng logbook, o ayain sa sunset sa manila bay.Tuwing TTH naman, dederetso ako sa SPS para kumain ng dumpling na may kanin na may aligue, at isang medium na melon shake. Saka ako aakyat sa Malate kung saan pwede ako magpakabulok, makipagkuwentuhan, magbasa ng logbook, gumawa ng sunset, o ayain sa sunset sa Manila Bay.Ang lahat ng ito ay matatapos dakong alas-siyete ng gabi, kung kailan ako ay susunduin na. Pagsayad ng katawan ko sa upuan ng kotse, matutulog na ako. Depende na iyan kung tuloy-tuloy hanggang sa pag-uwi o dadaan pa sa condo para maghatid ng pagkain. Kung maghahatid ng pagkain, either gigisingin ako at papaakyatin sa 24th floor o kaya ay hahayaan na lamang matulog at ang papa ko na ang aakyat sa 24th floor. Either way, pauwi mula sa condo, matutulog pa rin ako.Pagdating sa bahay, magbibihis ako, at matutulog. Ang mga ssignments at pag-aaralan ay ipagpapaliban sa alas-singko o alas-kuwatro ng umaga, kung saan magmamadali naman ako pumasok.Whatta life. [<<] [>>]:::2003-11-09-10:44 p.m.::: It's official. I'm going to the Writer's Workshop.And a deep sense of dread envelopes her...I got the family computer up and running! Yehey! I got to play those good old classic games like Contra, PacMan, Antarctic, Bomber Man, and a lot more! Sayang wala yung Circus, pero okay lang. hehe.Short-lived ecstasy...Nag-bonding kami ng mga kapatid at pinsan over beer and nagaraya. Natripan ng pinsan kong gumawa ng bonfire from chestnut peelings and crackers. Nagsunog siya ng pagkain doon. At nangamoy inihaw kami lahat.Captivating flames... devouring everything and rises up in triumph...In the morning, pumunta kami sa Fontana at nagpakalunod sa mga waves na sumasampal sa amin...One, two, three, four... Four times water invaded my nose and lungs...At pagkatapos ay pumunta kami sa isa pang resort kung saan dumalo kami sa first birthday ng aking pamangkin. And I wondered [yuck feeling Sex and the City], Are parties made for the guests or for the celebrant? The baby was there, suckling sweetly on a bottle while everything around her was in chaos.Sweet childhood oblivion... How I miss those days...And I saw the most perfect moon when nighttime fell. Ang ganda. Parang eye of heaven.I basked in its warm light... it feeds my soul... my passion... my life.Hmmm... iba format ng post ko ngayon a. [<<] [>>]:::2003-11-07-11:32 p.m.::: Friends, mawawala ako for two or three days this weekend. Pupunta akong Fontana. :DAt hanggang ngayon, kahit pagkatapos ko gumastos ng 136 pesos para sa story na ipapasa ko sa Malate workshop, pinag-iisipan ko pa rin kung pupunta ako. Anniversary kasi ng parents ko, at baka hindi ako payagan.I still need consultations and stuff.Oh well.Missed the sunset today. Pero okay lang.Today was a very beautiful day. g(x)... Finally. Sa wakas. üüüJomic: :P üGood night everyone. Keeters, sige, send ko sa iyo maybe tonight. Omitot, shempre mahal kita noh. ü [<<] [>>]](http://www.boomspeed.com/yottie/blinkie.gif){kind=link}