capital "B" for bathoom..:)

It was just last Friday that I felt so happy, blessed and it really was a mirthful moment with my few classmates. We celebrated for something not-so-special. We enjoyed each other's company and made a memorable bonding that had made our first semester worth remembering.

A thought occurred to me, "tomorrow or the day after it might come a crestfallen experience." Then really here I am. This doomed feeling had started yesterday and I couldn't help but cry my heart out to lighten up my encumbered spirit. Being in a shoestring is practically a challenge, most especially because it is so new to me.

A Filipino belief as goes, "saya ngayon, bukas makalawa problema naman" for it has been clearly observed by many, though scientists would definitely do not give an effort to study about, I really believe in it. But why is so this happens? Well, like in spiritual beliefs, it cannot be scientifically studied.

Really was so down and depressed just a while back. Throwing my pillows there, messing up the whole room and fixed it up after a few minutes—my coping mechanism when cheerless moments like this come. I vividly call to mind what all I wanted to do—to go very far as I could possibly do—to escape a problem. I would say that I was thinking of doing rebellious deed. I really am easily gets blue and instead of assuming great moves to get over such circumstances, I often almost kill myself with such devilish imaginations that I would faultily identify as the "answer". It's so bad of me to think of.

BUT, just an observation in me, when times like this come, taking a shower or being inside the bathroom rather, would be a perfect means for me to find a solution to get out of despair. I was just so unflinchingly visualizing of going away then decided to have a shower to freshen up myself. Maybe it's really not my habit to wash for almost an hour (sometimes, I exceed an hour), what takes me long inside the room is that I find it (being inside the bathroom) helpful to meditate good moves. Amazing is it! And I really love it. I even got to the point that I compared this instance to a friend. A helping hand of a friend can't be always around, when I badly need someone to confide in and cannot find one, there is my best friend—the bathroom. Nice, isn't it? Best friend is not only applicable to humans, to a favorite pet or thing, mine is a proof that it can be a part of the whole. :)

Jamming

Final examinations for this semester is finally over. We had just taken our CWTS examination this morning and we are just given time to finish all the requirements in this subject. done doing my PDI here at E-library.
Yesterday was such a fun. After we had checked our test papers in Finance 101, we  agreed to have a jamming. I, together with my other eight classmates went to Solano. Masaya was the perfect word that could describe the experience. The soon-to-be-lovers, Charly and Hazel were the first to get to our meeting place at a catholic church of Solano. I actually planned to give them time for each other (privacy), for them to talk about whatever they have. Then we followed them there. Decided to drop by at a supermarket nearby--Savemore. Lots of tripping, jesting and all of such a crazy stuffs came in our mind. Trying the free taste of new products here and there. I remember calling Romiel, "tatay" the entire night as a part of the joke then he would answer me "anak". Going over the kid's milk section of the supermarket like a mom or dad with their kids choosing a brand of milk, "daddy, eto ang gusto ko." one would exclaim. "Anak, mahal yan. Meron namang gatas si Ate mo, humingi ka na lang sa kanya." (it's green) answered the other.
We spent almost half an hour at the supermarket only to get to an agreement to buy just two bottles of two-liter soft drinks, a pack of chocolate and another bar of chocolate. This pair of soon-to-be-lovers was planning to buy a kilo of chooks-to-go but then came this Mr. Intelihente and guided us along in going to a lomi house and ordered for a bowl of beef lomi for each of us instead. Took funny group pictures. It was such a remarkable bonding indeed. Everyone of us exerted effort to have time for this jamming.
After having a bowl of lomi, we then had to call it a night but nah. Before going back here in bayombong, we tried the kids ride at the children park of solano first. It was so much fun!

From a simple discussion

Who would deny his/her excitement for this coming sem-break? Especially for those who are slothful like me? No worry, next week will be our last week for this semester here in school then worries will be over.
We will have our final exams so we should have started hitting the books, go over our notes--review, review and review for us to pass the exam. What do you think will be the result of your class standing? Fair? Good? Excellent? Or are you preparing yourself to hear the worst, "needs improvement"? Will the evaluation go this way? I really have no idea. Well, 'tis actually not what I want to talk about here.
Last Monday, on our Filipino class,I was struck by the simple discussion. The very first days of school, I was so glad to be back in college. I was no doubt so excited in every subject. Excited to meet new friends and new instructors. Sadly, my excitement unexpectedly gone and since then, this very thought that real challenge is not yet here then why would I ever concentrate in my academics? Why would I worry? That's just one of the reasons why I take my studies so easily. What I also had in mind was that, I was so unmotivated due to lack of internal inspiration.
Thanks God, from a simple discussion, it has changed. I was enlightened. Why am I here at SMU? To pursue my chosen endeavor of course. For whom? Simply, not for myself alone but for my family.
From now on, I would gladly take every risk that schooling would give me for my family. Most especially for my mom. She's my most precious inspiration.
My mom had not finished college. Not even elementary but I never ashamed of that. I love her. But you know I never have tried telling her so. Neither have I let her feel how much she means to me.
I wanna thank that remarkable Monday afternoon for it was then that I finally found my way. For my mom, without her, I am not here today. Not a million thanks would do to express my gratification. How can I pay for all her sacrifices? I'll fulfill my aspirations for her. And for a woman who always do me a favor, I don't promise to be a perfect daughter but I guarantee my self-improvement.
Next time, I'll make a post about our mom-daughter relationship.
I LOVE YOU MOM!

Conversation with a guy I admire

Yesterday, while we were on our Math class, this classmate I admire sat beside me. After a while, he said, "Hala Ate Pen, ma-mi-miss kita." Then he added, "Agahan mo mag-enroll next sem para magkaklase pa rin tayo." Of course, I agreed with his idea.
He's just naturally sweet. I really admire him fact that, everyone in the class recognizes his intellectuality. "Intelihente" indeed! Well, that's it.
This morning, on our Science class, I sat beside him. I don't know if it was a part of his joke though. He told me, "Ang ganda-ganda mo, ang cute-cute mo, ang liit mo pa." I answered him as if it was a joke. Then he added, "Ang liit mo pa. Para kang barbie na kontrabida." That what exactly made me laugh. He's practically a good joker eh.
After our class; as we were walking along the covered walk, he made a gesture as if he were to hug me then unexpectedly kissed me on my head--so sweet of him. After a while he said, "Parang na-i-infatuate ako sa'yo." I just smiled. "para kasing nakaka-amaze ka tignan." he followed. What would I answer?
I mean nothing in posting this one. It just actually reminded me of someone. It's somewhat I've found "another HIM" in his person. Someone who shows appreciation, you know. Whom I'd throw another appreciation--exchange of appreciation but no more than that.
Honestly, I am so flattered whenever someone says compliments to me. That's only it. Oh, I can't get over huh.
BTW, I have already found my man so please, don't give it a meaning.

ON MY WAY TO APO PILO

It's still an hour before my afternoon classes start.
As I was on my way here at Apo Pilo, I noticed a group of students all in their proper uniform and they're all neatly-looking. Guess what I am saying? My eyes were looking for someone. I'm so eager to see that someone around but inside these four months of first semester, I have seen him only once. I was the one who asked him to keep distance from me, I asked him not to talk with me anymore, not to send me messages. What's hurting here is that he followed what I really do not want him to do. Then a thought that he doesn't care for me at all formed in my mind. The fact that I asked him a favor but he seemed to ignore my need. Was I wrong in my decision to cut our communication? I really do not know. At one point, it helped me get-over my hang-up he caused.
I'm sorry, I am interrupted by a destructive mammal here. I forgot what I wanted to write here. Hate that DESTRUCTIVE MAMMAL!!!

Song that spices up my mood..

This night, while doing my lessons in AC, I repeatedly played DAVID COOK's "ALWAYS BE MY BABY". My friend's question if I am in love right now suddenly came across my mind. Because I really feel love whenever I listen to this song, it brightens up my mood. It inspires me. haha. I love HIM--DAVID COOK--SO MUCH!

acting in accordance with thinking

This is such a boring day. Our classes this morning were disrupted. Not only this day actually, seems like it will go this way the entire week because of the on-going AS week. At this very moment, I am at Apo Pilo (as usual).

Recalling my first class for today, at 7 in my Rizal subject, I entered my class 15 minutes after 7 which should be considered absent—thanks to Sir Aduca for the consideration.

Now, I just want to share what I have noticed in myself, thinking but not doing. It's just really hard to act in accordance with our thinking I thought, but nah. The problem is in me. Well, I just began thinking about it when Sir Aduca instructed us on how to do our reflection paper. Since I am running out of time now, I have to make my post shorter than I wished to do.

To act in accordance with thinking is hard someone said but come to think of it. What does really make it hard to do what must be done? For me, it's the lack of plans in life. In planning out, we should be wise in time management. Value every minute, every second of the day. I just hope I can do good in school next sem—hoping that I won't be asked to break off with my studies again. You know, I really don't take academics seriously but it's so wrong. As for this semester, I am worried with the result of my performance in two of my subjects. If only I can turn back time, I would rewind the very first day of this school year and rectify everything needed to be corrected. My God, I am not learning. I know I can learn only if I let myself learn from everything that I should get lesson from.

Who could correct this attitude? I'm hoping so to be better next sem.

Reflection

WHO AM I

By: CASTING CROWNS

Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth

Would care to know my name

Would care to feel my hurt

Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star

Would choose to light the way

For my ever wandering heart

Not because of who I am

But because of what You've done

Not because of what I've done

But because of who You're

Chorus:

I am a flower quickly fading

Here today and gone tomorrow

A wave tossed in the ocean

A vapor in the wind

Still You hear me when I'm calling

Lord, You catch me when I'm falling

And You've told me who I am

I am Yours, I am Yours

Who Am I, that the eyes that see my sin

Would look on me with love and watch me rise again

Who Am I, that the voice that calmed the sea

Would call out through the rain

And calm the storm in me

I am Yours

Whom shall I fear

Whom shall I fear

'Cause I am Yours

I am Yours

Well, I just remember our recollection held at the Sacred Heart that was facilitated by sir Benjamin and a sister. I am a member of Iglesia Ni Cristo and i study here in SMU--a catholic school. I actually felt uneasy in joining the said activity but since it's required for us to pass a certain subject, I participated, of course, still with pangs of hesitation.

thanks God! there was something worth remembering in the activity. the lyrics alone in the song, you can come up with an idea about what i am talking here.

They—the facilitator—related to us the PARABLE OF THE SEED AND THE SOWER. I can't quite remember the whole story. We were instructed to find “treasures” (I actually do not know how to call it and can't remember what they call it).

I chose the “PATH” where there was a rocky, good soil and one other I can't remember. We had to explicate why we chose what we chose. Ours was path represents what we have went through, what we have experienced and realized. There were people who caused us to change and circumstances that shaped us to what we are now. Slip-ups and mistakes we failed to rectify but at least considered contributory in our becoming. Above all these bitter fragments of life, there is someone who never forgets us. We may strengthen our relationship to HIM—Lord GOD.

an incomplete thought

It's just an ordinary day but welcome weekends—it's what we, students (not all of us) love, rest day, time for gimmicks, relaxation and for some, time for house chores.

It's vacant time and we usually spend our free time here at Apo Pilo, making research, checking new mails on yahoo, reading blog posts and so on.

I'm just in mood to update my blog though I don't have much to say. Just want to share what happened in our English class today. Our topic was about MAKING INFERENCE/DRAWING PREDICTIONS. It's an individual recitation presented in front of the class. We showed cartoon drawings from newspaper editorials. Mine was a picture of two opposing parties about sex education. The Education sector that wishes to offer sex education and the church that contradicts it. My inference was that, for the education sec, it would be a help to teach sex education to students regardless of the age for them to attain proper values. On the other hand, for the church, it wouldn't be the answer and it would just lead them (students) to promiscuity.

Well, talking of values, where does it really learned and how does it developed? Fact is, it begins with the family, we inherit our parents values whether bad or good. Family plays the fundamental role in shaping our characters. We are called liars because it is what we learned from our family. We can be of good disposition because we are taught the right way. Guys, I don't say that, development of our characters begins and ends to where we're first taught—inside the family. There is no such perfect family ties. What we become of is the result of our thinking, reactions towards circumstances (bitter or not), influences from companions and modernization of our world BUT what can make us wholesome and good is our relationship to God. We should put God in the center of our lives.

Family, friends and this world are what influence one's values and character BUT if you are aware that you are out of the line, then find a way to get back to the right path.

Just a hanging thought. :)

nothing important actually:)

Hey guys! How are you? Well, I was just surprised to know that I have lot of readers here. I wanna thank everyone who keeps visiting my page. Thank you guys! I love it. You know guys, this blog is intended for, well, nothing in particular but I really am surprised that there are some who waste time on reading my posts. I really love it. I just made this blog, like what I have said, to write here what I can’t express verbally. As you can notice, most of my posts aren’t worth sharing.

This day? Nothing  significant happened. I just can’t forget what happened at Apo Pilo this afternoon. I and my classmates were on the go for our research. We really busied ourselves through research—copy-pasting, editing, you know. Just a few minutes, we were almost done. The lights went off and just a few seconds, there the computer units went off too—power went out.

Another nakaka-badtrip, I opened my yahoo account to check new mails—a hundred new mails, thousand unopened. I was sending my reply to one of the messages I received then power power power went out! My goodness.