My 1st for May

I did not manage to welcome the rainy month of May with a post…heck, for I did with a tooth extraction. Does anyone remember the “hellish toothache” in one of the 6-word stories before? Yep, that’s the one. I know, I am now paying the price for not minding my dentist’s warnings before. I am now taking antibiotics three times a day but thank God, I dont need the pain killers! It (the tooth extraction and the wound it left) does not hurt one bit. I am so blessed..Ü

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Anyway, college is fast approaching. I find myself daydreaming more and more about it, really. Though I must admit that it does scare me, I still look forward to it. Oh, I just realized that the thing that I would miss most in my high school life are not the events, not the Intramurals, not the prom, not even the graduation…but the times that me and my classmates were just in our classroom, rushing several homeworks or projects for the next class not knowing that the teacher is absent, or the times when we would all have recess together in the school cafeteria and us going back a little late for the next subject..for it was then that we formed the closest of bonds that I know all of us will treasure…

I too need some advice…

What should I advise to a friend who wants to leave the seminary? Or since I’ve been away for several days, to a friend who already did…and is now, I think, having a really tough time.

He said it to me a couple of months ago…it’s for some reasons. I told him that maybe that was just a phase he’s going through…and he should talk to his spiritual director. It’s lame, I know…for he maybe thought of that already and maybe more than once talked to his SD about it. But I really can’t think of anything better than that.

Then, this vacation, he said that he’s decided to leave…that he already did…that he has enrolled in a college already. I feel his sadness and his fear and his determination, nonetheless. He asked me how do I know where my heart is. I said, it is where I and all my loved ones are happy. But after sending my reply, i felt totally ill of myself for I have been insensitive. i know that his parents are a bit shocked of the news and he himself is so unsure.

I am one of the few non-family friends that he confided this to. Yes, I am (what’s the term?) glad and honored (it does not sound the way I feel) that he told me this…and I feel sad that I cant even give him agood advice…but then again, maybe he does not need any advice at the moment…maybe he just needs an ear.

Can we all pray for him?

just wondering…

this prompt shows whenever I try to open new blogs. it says something about a script.

Oh well, it doesn’t seem to affect computer, yet. Yet. hehe..

cleaning bug strikes back

I got bitten buy the cleaning bug, yet again.

And I am stil wondering if I should adhere to the bite’s effects…haha..I know, I am such a sloth (well, a fast sloth at that Ü)…and my excuses are running low (low. low. low. low. low)…all the papers I’d sort are mine anyway..hehe.Ü And Mom has been persuading me to do it for like forever. haha.

Better start now…and add that area to the inexcusably short list of things I accomplished this vacation. *sigh*..haha..

Anyway, our internet connection had just decided that it will take a short long break from being fast…it’s annoying really. And it gets to my nerves…add my mom’s nerves to that..haha. (watdapak?! can somebdy tell me the connection of the cleaning bug to the internet connection? haha..)

oh…someone just did.haha…It’s the fact that I can’t pry myself away from the PC until I updated all of my blogs..hehe..and I can’t start the cleaning…Ü

Timed essays

I just felt that I need to contemplate on this subject. Now. At this time. haha..No, it’s just that I am about to enter a new dimension (college) and I am still groping for some certainties about it.

I was given lots of sort-of-overviews of the life I would be facing in this school. Stuff like it isn’t hard…but of course, passing every subject (as in every school) entails working like house elves. Personally, I don’t know what I generally feel about it, but there are things that I possibly dread…and one of them is tada! Timed essays…(*sigh* who did not see it coming…the ants maybe? oh, and we have a very serious ant-problem in the house…zzzz)

Writing timed essays has been a part of training as a journalist in my high school. Uh, well, writing timed pieces, more like. Still.. Then I joined some essay-writing competitions (I did not know how i ended up there. in the hall. there was no escape. haha)…some think that I dont have problems during exams in English classes that usually has the “Explain.” command in the last parts.

But they are, sad to say, gravely wrong about it. I usually find it hard to gather my thoughts and explain them in an orderly manner. Usually, when I know that I still have time, my brain just slacks off and then when it is just 5 minutes to go before passing the papers, I would have to cram all the ideas that would pop into my head…it’s as if they were there all along…and I just need some adrenaline or something. And usually, I found myself begging for a minute or so, so that I can finish it off.

(to quote a rather ‘famous’ teacher) “But in college”, professors dont really give extra time…pass it unfinished or don’t at all. I know this…and I dread this. I am apprehensive of the first time that i would be confronted with these timed essays…and I want to do something about it.

Only, i dont know how.

Battling On

Pic was taken in the backyard of a prayer house…

Here’s one Papaya tree that is showing courage against all odds. Please dont mind it’s rather skinny “trunk”, it’s yellowing and damaged leaves and the unmistakeable leaning of the whole tree to the right…focus instead on the fact that it was alive even if it is on an unsuitable soil and with no regular water supply.

With this pic, this is my prayer…that everyone of us will continue to fight despite of the things that are being thrown at us…that we wont lose hope and succumb to those who continue to bring us down…

Battle on. Everything has its own purpose, even the not-so-beautiful things do. God is with us always. Battle on.

Deathly Hallows..nth time around

I am reading my Deathly Hallows book for the nth time…and still, it has not failed to make me, to quote Harry in OotP, “a human hosepipe”.

I was priveleged to buy it last July 21st and was so happy about the purchase…that for several days, nothing could wipe the smile on my face.

Of course, being a writer who constantly want to be on the thick of things, I posted a review of it, though probably later than anyone who knows me would have expect me to post…and on that review, I did not mention any names or any particular deaths or anything too specific…thinking that it will do unsuspecting fans a disservice.

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but still, even after several rereads, my opinion of it holds. Deathly Hallows did justice to the other 6 wonderful books in the series…it surpassed all of the things that I perceived it would be and the sudden twist in the plot, the introduction of the Hallows, made the last adventure many times more exciting than all of my ‘imaginings’ of how it would be pulled through.

My joy of finally holding that last book, that finally, here it is (…the long-awaited end of the world reknown series…) can’t be translated into words…and I got my copy on the very first day!..

Still, it is just sad that I would never again feel that way…that much excited as I turn the pages for the first time…all those emotions as one of the charactes died…it’s just sad that I will never again feel the thrill of waiting and scheming for the next book, thinking of what it’s going to be like…it’s just sad that, beautiful as it is, Deathly Hallows marked the end of a marvelously written tale of a young hero’s journey, a thrilling tale that has been a part of my life for so long…

And the series? well, it was ended in the way only Jk Rowling could…and that is more than beautiful.

stay fit and healthy

I’ve been trying to do what my title says… I’ve been pretty active this summer, but still, I gain weight since the enormus workload had been lifted from my overly exhausted back, I am eating on time and all that I was not when school’s still around.

 

<<<<<<<<—here’s a stack of used and battered shuttle cocks that me and my brother played with. They are in a decorative piece, one of mom’s, in the living room..as no other place can be as safe(?) for the shttle cocks.

 

 

<<–and Here’s my racket ( plus a shuttle, a phone and a chargerÜ)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and here’s the very reason why I just want to prolong my sleep and forget about staying fit..heard this over the radio this morning. It’s a coincidence that it is another 6-word story.

I know, I am such a slob…anyway, this gave me an early good laugh. Ü

Eat right. Exercise daily. Die anyway.

Expensive Living

It started with rice. Someone big here in my country said that there would be a shortage of it in the very near future. People panicked. Cartels were suddenly active and hoarded, maybe to sell for a higher price later. The less fortunate fall in line to buy the rice with government subsidy (the one that comes for a lower price), and now they are talking about directly selling the rice to the less fortunate for sadly, people, even those who could afford the other types of rice opted to buy the one with gov’t subsidy…and to make sure, they have to give out cards, without which, one can’t purchase the less expensive rice.

Everything now starts to follow suit. The other substitute for rice, bread, is also ‘painful’ to buy…for the pockets, that is. The veggies and meat are also expensive nowadays. WE are also experiencing an oil price hike for like every week. Buses are now demanding for an increase in the fare they collect, taxis are also imploring for a flag-down-rate hike. I remember, there was a time when I only pay P1.50 for a ride to school. Now, it is already P10.50. 10 times more expensive.

My mom and dad have jobs. They earn fair enough wages. We get through everyday just fine, but when there is a sudden, extra bill that needs to be paid, one that is not anticipated, I feel that we are still short on money…but basically we were okay.

But, here in the country, there are people who just make P400.00 a day, even less. It’s hard for our family of 4 to maximize what mom and dad earn and that is bigger than just P400. What’s going to happen to those that get the minumum wage? With all the rising prices of commodities, can a poor family still eat at most twice a day? Can the kids go to school? 

I gues, everyone here just have to tighten theit waistbands more…

My “I will”s

Once upon an unintelligible time, I thought my will power is strong and I can push through with my resolutions (birthdays’, new years’, christmas’, new school years’)…so I made many of them, only to find out that not all of them are really feasible. Some of them, even though I have already put a stupendous effort in trying, are still unchanged and definitely not gone.  *sigh*

Since I learned that, I tried to limit my “I wills” to that of achievable, which is not the real point of it all…which is pretty much depressing for me. I can’t accept the fact that I have to succumb to several habits that I want to ’remove’ from my life.

Here are some for example:

1. …say NO to that cup of COFFEE.  *sobs* Even for health reasons, I can’t desert caffeine. Ü I simply crave for it. It just feels that I must have at least a cup a day to appease me. This “I will” is really easier said than done. R- (another really?) haha.
2. …stop creating more and more blog accounts, in different communities. Everytime I learned a new community that can host blogs? I must have an account…I dont know why. *sigh* I have about 5 active blogs and more non-active ones.
3. …being too scared to act about big and drastic things that don’t primarily concern me but have effects on many. Sometimes, I am too selfish and choose the easier way. Some see me as an activist i the making for I often times speak up for what I believe is right. What they dont know is that I am meek on the bigger things. I believe, sadly, that I prefer my comfort over a lot of things that can of too much use on a lot of people. *sigh*