Tuesday, September 27, 2011

HOY IKAW! OO IKAW NGA.


Kung naiiyak ka, sige lang umiyak ka, ilabas mo yang sama ng loob mo sa kanya, sa ginawa niya sayo. Huwag mong pigilin, huwag mong tiisin. Kung gusto mong punitin lahat ng loveletters na binigay niya sayo, sige lang. Kung gusto mong sunugin lahat ng binigay niya sayo, walang pipigil sayo. Kung yan ang makakapagpagaan ng loob mo, sige lang, gawin mo.

Pero pagkatapos ng lahat ng yan, tumayo ka ha? Tumingin ka sa salamin at punasan ang luha sa mukha mo, at sabihin mo sa sarili mong, “LAKASAN MO ANG LOOB MO, KAYA MO YAN! IKAW PA?! NABUHAY KA NOON NG WALA SIYA, KAYA MO RING MABUHAY NGAYON NG WALA SIYA”.

Magiging ok din ang lahat, sinisiguro ko yan sayo. Hindi muna siguro ngayon, kung gaano katagal? Hindi natin masabi, pero darating ka dun sa ayaw at sa gusto mo. Maraming tao ang mas masakit pa ang pinagdaanan kumpara sa pinagdadaanan mo ngayon pero nakaya nila. Kaya sisiw lang yan, ok?

Malalagpasan mo yan. Kaya mo yan! Lakasan mo lang ang loob mo. Trust me. :)

Friday, September 23, 2011

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THBA

*This was my diary of experience as a director that was included in our production book. I wrote this two years ago. The original copy (including all writings that was printed for our production book) was deleted when we reformat our computer. I was lucky to save this one unknowingly (I was sorting the saved MS words and I found this). I have now something to read to make me remember all the things that happened two years ago specifically during the time when we're preparing and rehearsing for our play. Well, this is just an unfinished draft I wrote and I really feel bad I wasn't able to saved the whole document ( too bad I also lost my USB where I saved it). So let's revisit the past..


Mounting a theatre production is a very challenging task and is physically and financially exhausting. Theatre encompasses a broad range of dramatics, musical and visual presentations. It is generally designed to enlist an emotional response and to be experienced directly by an audience. We, a group of twelve AB English students, with the cooperation of two BSEd English students, had never experienced mounting a REAL theatre production. Of course, some may argue that we, the AB English, have already experienced stage presentations by our previous performance in Humanities I and the recent Poetry in Concert but never a theatre production that is covered by the conventions of such scripts, scenarios, proper blockings, music and lights. If there were a term camera-shy, then I guessed most of us have this new-coined word “stage-shy”. We have cold feet whenever we are on-stage. Most of us did not have difficulty in acting but we are definitely ignorant and inexperienced when it comes to the real portrayal of the characters and the proper blockings. As the director, at first I have to admit that I don’t know how to execute the seemingly insurmountable task of directing a play and dealing with people who had different attitudes and diverse personalities. But one thing I greatly emphasized to my cast is that “WE ARE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER and ALL FOR ONE, ONE FOR ALL”. Maybe you have heard these words in the movie High School Musical and these words may sound cliché but it definitely epitomized the bond and trust we gave to each other in the short span of time we worked as one for this production.  We did support each other and brought out the best in each of us. Let me recount the group experiences we had before, in the four months that we worked as a team and as we finally became one.

July 09, 2009. It was a Thursday afternoon and Sir Larry Laroco had finished selecting all the cast of the play “The House of Bernarda Alba”. The cast was spearheaded by Liza Verna Besinga as Bernarda Alba, the protagonist in the play and the manipulative mother to her daughters. Rizza Mae San and Lani-Lou Salinda was originally casted as Poncia and the servant respectively, but were later replaced as mourners, Lannie-Lenn Mercado was cast as the eldest daughter, Angustias, Lea Rozzane Ayo as the derisive Magdalena, Charmaine Contridas as the submissive Amelia; Bery Bareja as the sickly Martirio and Haifa Abdusalam as the carefree Adela, completes the five daughters of Bernarda Alba. Aibie Bola, our ever beloved make-up artist and production designer played a dual role: the characters of the grandmother Maria Josefa, and the beggar. Judelyn Torrefiel, the Production Manager,  was to play the role of one of the mourners but was designated the role of Poncia due to her effectiveness in portraying Poncia, as well as Shella Mae Rodillas who was also to play as one of the mourners, later became the servant in the play. The role of the little child fitted Michele Rioja’s childlike looks. Kareen May Campos, the Stage Manager as well as the sounds-in-charge was cast as one of the mourners. I, Hazel Daze Flores was shockingly picked as the director and cast as one of the mourners. After the announcement of the cast, the whole group stayed on the back portion of the mini theatre observing the other group’s as they were also cast one by one, and while waiting for Sir Larry’s next instruction.

Unfortunately, I was hospitalized the next day and the responsibilities of the director were shifted to Kareen, the stage manager, and Jud, the production manager. During my absence, they first secured the script and rehearsed it by throwing line with the other cast and internalizing their characters. I have great faith that they were taking the task seriously and giving much effort to it.        
July 27, 2009, Monday, was our first blocking and fortunately, it was also the time I went back to school after weeks of absence. They were surprised to see me inside the mini theatre and weren’t expecting my return. I was happy because we were complete at last. I was very nervous when Sir Larry asked me about the divisions of the scenes, for I have yet to read the script and was not yet around during their practices. The group was a bit struggling on the first blocking and was confused of their blockings. Sir Larry consoled us that our confusion was normal since most of us has yet to memorize their lines and were conscious while throwing their lines. He told us to practice more on our blockings and internalize deeply our characters. However, the first blocking run smoothly and we have also much fun and learning about blocking.

During the times we’re not the ones’ scheduled for blocking inside the mini theatre, we stayed in the Anchorian’s cottage rehearsing our lines and gestures. During these times, some were not seriously portraying their roles while others’ were actually eating and busy talking. This sometimes annoys me since their noise disturbs the other’s characterization. I want all of us in the group to be serious when it comes to practice and rehearsing and we should always concentrate on our roles and interaction to the other characters. I am thankful that my group mates understand this and agreed to practice hard even rehearsing during the Intramurals. Some of the other group’s cast was questioning us why we were practicing during the intramurals and not enjoying the said event. The answer is simple. We do not want to be under-rehearsed and we want to have mastery in our lines and portrayal of our roles as early as possible and eliminate the gestures and habits that are inappropriate in the play. I must admit that not all of us were able to practice during the intramurals thus forcing some of us to have dual roles. One unfortunate event had happened before the intramurals. It was a tragic and moment that devastated Ate Lea’s life and her family. Her loss was also our loss. Some of us were unable to extend our condolences personally since the three of us, Kareen, Merckz and I had a championship game that afternoon of the funeral.  The next day, we were also devastated by the news of the death of the father of one of our classmates, who was also stage manager of the other group. We understand Ate Lea’s mourning and grief that we did not even dare to pressure her to go back to the group and resume the role of Magdalena. If she would decide to quit, we will understand her and sympathize with her. That time, we were preparing ourselves for the worst: that is receiving Ate Lea’s decision of quitting. On her absence, we assigned Kareen to assume the role of Magdalena since she memorized most of Magdalena’s line. The three remaining mourners were adjusting to the sudden change. Fortunately, God did not allow us to perform incomplete. On our third blocking, Ate Lea surprisingly rejoined the group. We were not expecting her return but nevertheless, we were delighted. This lifted our spirits higher and that our confidence level was oozing. We were still intact and we are definitely all in this together.     
“The House of Bernarda Alba” play, according to Sir Larry was a costume play since we have to actually portray the characters as they are so we have to design our costumes fit to the play’s time and place setting and as well as the characters’ personalities. We have searched the internet for possible designs of the gowns. Some actually designed their own costumes or gowns, while the mourners, used the costumes that the Death performers in the Poetry in Concert wore. We hired Ate Honey’s mother to sew the gowns. Ate Honey also lends her hand for helping us choose the right textile for our gowns. We had the first glance of the gowns during our pictorial for the tarpaulin in Silway 8, Polomolok, and we were all amazed by the impressive outcome of the gowns.

Six days before our actual presentation, we had our pictorial for the tarpaulin and posters in Silway 8. Polomolok, at Ate Liza’s aunt’s house. The house was spooky and its old edifice brings chills to our spines. That afternoon, after our class in Research Method, we rendezvous to Richielyn’s house in Sampalok to fix ourselves and put on the make-ups. Fortunately, Sir Paul Llanos extended his help and brought his car. Some of the cast who already finished their make-up won’t agree to walk to Fitmart to meet Ate Liza and the rest. So we decided that they shall go first to Polomolok and shall wait for us in Silway 8. We went to Fitmart to meet Ate Liz who was also waiting for her sister’s arrival and the car that we will ride in to Polomolok. However, we waited for almost forty-five minutes for her sister’s arrival. We were already worried since it was already past four. Ate Liza’s sister arrived and we rode in the car. The car’s inside cannot accommodate all of us so some had no choice but to ride in the back. While we’re on our way to Polomolok, Ate Jing jokingly commented that our dandruffs (if we have any of it), were flying everywhere. We arrived at Silway 8 almost five in the afternoon. The house was an old and scary one with huge trees surrounding it. We started to put on our make-up while waiting for our gowns that was to be brought by Ate Honey. After Ate Honey’s arrival, we wore our gowns and start the pictorial. Unfortunately, there were a power failure and it was getting dark already. The unfortunate circumstances somehow made us nervous of whatever ghostly manifestations (since Ate Liza admitted the house was indeed a haunted house and they actually experienced ghostly manifestations in the past) might occur. We only used candles and some portable flashlights as our source of light throughout the photo shoot. We actually enjoyed posing in front of the camera. After the pictorial and as we changed our outfits, coincidentally, the electricity returned. How strange it was that before we start the pictorial, the electricity went out and it only returned after we finished and it happened while we were inside an old haunted house. Coincidence indeed moves in mysterious ways. Nevertheless, we enjoyed the experience. We had a great joy ride back to Gensan....

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The Cast of The House of Bernarda Alba

Quote of the Night #10

 Being in love is a good thing, but it is not the best thing. There are many things below it, but there are also things above it. You cannot make it the basis of a whole life. It is a noble feeling, but it is still a feeling… Knowledge can last, principles can last, habits can last; but feelings come and go… But, of course, ceasing to be “in love” need not mean ceasing to love. Love in this second sense — love as distinct from “being in love” — is not merely a feeling. It is a deep unity, maintained by the will and deliberately strengthened by habit; reinforced by (in Christian marriage) the grace which both partners ask, and receive, from God… “Being in love” first moved them to promise fidelity: this quieter love enables them to keep the promise. It is on this love that the engine of marriage is run: being in love was the explosion that started it.
— C.S. Lewis 


I'm always be here for you.

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Yes, even though I’m not around, remember that I’m with you, always. In spirit haha. But seriously, yes.

What Traveling Around the World Looks Like in 1 Minute..


Rick, Tim and Andrew, three ordinary guys, decided to take a trip of a lifetime: 11 countries in 44 days. 18 flights and 38,000 miles later they have three 1-minute videos showing what life is like around the world.
They recorded everything off two cameras and ended up with over a terabyte of footage which they cut, mixed and matched into an awesomely seamless blend of every notable place they’ve been.
They broke down their trip into three parts: Move, which shows them walking around, Eat, which shows the delectable food they ate, and Learn, which shows all the amazing things they did.


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Health:
  1. Drink plenty of water.
  2. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.
  3. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.
  4. Live with the 3 E’s - Energy, Enthusiasm and Empathy
  5. Play more games.
  6. Read more books than you did in 2010.
  7. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.
  8. Sleep for 7 hours.
  9. Take a 10-30 minutes walk daily. And while you walk, smile.
Personality:
  1. Don’t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
  2. Don’t have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.
  3. Don’t over do. Keep your limits.
  4. Don’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
  5. Don’t waste your precious energy on gossip.
  6. Dream more while you are awake.
  7. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
  8. Forget issues of the past. Don’t remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.
  9. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don’t hate others.
  10. Make peace with your past so it won’t spoil the present.
  11. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.
  12. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.
  13. Smile and laugh more.
  14. You don’t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
Society:
  1. Call your family often.
  2. Each day give something good to others.
  3. Forgive everyone for everything.
  4. Spend time with people over the age of 70 & under the age of 6.
  5. Try to make at least three people smile each day.
  6. What other people think of you is none of your business.
  7. Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.
Life:
  1. Do the right thing!
  2. Get rid of anything that isn’t useful, beautiful or joyful.
  3. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
  4. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
  5. The best is yet to come.
  6. Your Inner most is always happy. So, be happy.

The alarm is ringing..wake up.

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Wahaha, this is me. Setting my alarm clock at 7am but I usually ending up waking an hour later ..
sorry alarm clock for not taking you seriously, blame the internet for keeping me awake till 2am thus giving me a hard time waking up.. :D

THE ISLANDER’S DANCE: A HAIKU

We’re just having fun,


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but he stole a kiss from me.


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That changed everything.


by wimpydrawings
Inspired by the movie Crazy Little Thing Called Love. 

Thursday, September 22, 2011

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Two years: The House of Bernarda Alba







Today, exactly two years ago we had our first play date of the Dramatics Production of The House of Bernarda Alba. I miss those nerve-racking, pressure-packed performances. The fun-filled rehearsals and the sleepless nights. The stressful moments of looking for props (especially the sofa!!) and dealing with the "mood swings" of the casts as well as mine (I was the director so it also affected my cast whenever I had that bad temper displayed). I miss those times where we have to deal with all those "humps in the road" en route to the best performance we could ever pull through. I want to thank my cast for being patient on me, for giving their full cooperation, for all the fun moments, the disco mode during our dress rehearsal break, the lunches we shared and the coke we cheap in during those lunches inside the dressing room, the determination to give your best not just in memorizing your lines and mastering your blockings but also doing your best to perform. Thank you for that journey of a lifetime. We were the only group who never had that major disagreements though we had some minor arguments but we always value our friendship the chemistry on-stage was awesome. You made my job as a director so easily. None of you had that primadonna attitude and you always obey my orders though I'm always open to all your suggestions and I was willing to listen. I never regret my decision to stay and come back cause if I did, I may never felt the proudest moment of my senior year. To hear the applause of the audience and the positive reviews of my professors as well as the congratulatory speech of our over-all director, Prof. Larry Laroco was priceless and it felt like hearing the angels sing. We gave all we had, the sweat and the tears and all the effort just to produce a performance we'll all cherish. And we did it. I miss those people who was with me in that wonderful journey. 

To Jude Torrefiel (Poncia), thank you for helping me through and having my back, to Shiela Mae Rudillas (Servant), you really suited best the role of the servant by giving it a funny and annoying sense of character, with that, thank you, to Kareen Campos and the two educ (The Mourners), thank you for supporting the other cast despite your minor appearance and to Kareen, for mixing the sounds that suited the mood of our play and operating the sound system,  To Lannie-Lenn Mercado (Angustias), Beryl Bareja (Martirio), Lea Rozanne Ayo-Liansing (Magdalena), Charmagne Contridas (Amelia), Haifa Abdussalam (Adela), for the discipline and the commitment you give on all our rehearsals and for the professionalism you displayed during the rehearsals and the actual performances, To Aibie Bola (Grandmother and the beggar), thank you for the undying support and cooperation and the effort for putting all the right and necessary make-up the cast needed to make them appear in-character, despite your condition at that time, To Michele Rioja (Little Child),thank you for keeping your cool and patience on me and for believing on me, and  lastly to Liza Verna Besinga, who played the main character, Bernarda Alba, thank you too for believing on me as your director and for all your effort and patience, since you played the main character, our attentions were always on to you, we kept on pushing you to give your best performance and you embraced the responsibilities the play had given to you, all the memorizing, the lines and the blockings you had to remember, and the list goes on. Thank you too for being our mom on the set. I also want to thank you too for bringing Bernarda Alba into life and all the precious moments we've shared. Again, Thank you guyz. We pushed our self to the limit just to put on the greatest performance of our life and we did it. We did it. We are the cast and crew of The House of Bernarda Alba. I could still hear the voice that announced.."and now I proudly present to you, the House of Bernarda Alba..."



Monday, September 19, 2011

By My Side..

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I’m just listening to the clock go ticking
I am waiting as the time goes by
I think of you with every breath I take
I need to feel your heartbeat next to mine
You’re all I see
In everything
I just want to hold you
I just want to kiss you
I just want to love you all my life
I normally wouldn’t say this
But I just can’t contain it
I want you here forever, right here
By my side
All the fears you feel inside
And all the tears you’ve cried
They’re ending right here
I’ll heal your heart and soul
I’ll keep you oh so close
Don’t worry I’ll never let you go
You’re all I need
You’re everything
I just want to hold you
I just want to kiss you
I just want to love you all my life
I normally wouldn’t say this
But I just can’t contain it
I want you here forever, right here
By my side
No one else would ever do
I got a stubborn heart for you
Call me crazy but it’s true
I love you
I didn’t think that it would be
You who made it clear to me
You’re all I need
I just want to hold you
I just want to kiss you
I just want to love you all my life
I normally wouldn’t say this
But I just can’t contain it
I want you here forever, right here
By my side

Thank You, Lord!! =)

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Photo of the Night #10


Me, planking..haha

How would you know if you're already an internet addict?

When you're already acting like this:
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-Wahaha, kaasar naman si boyfriend, feeling nya mouse na yung kamay ni girlfriend..LOL XD

Expectation vs Reality


When someone unfairly gets pissed off at me for something that was completely not my fault or blames me for something out of control..

Expectation:
"Ano ha? Gusto mo suntukan na lang tayo eh?!"
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Reality:
"I'm sorry.."
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Sunday, September 18, 2011

Basag.


Boy: tandaan mo lahat ng sasabihin ko dahil importante ito ah?
Girl: ok ano ba sasabhin mo?
Boy: hmm. mahal na mahal kita lagi mong tandaan na andito lang ako, lagi sa tabi mo!
Boy: ano natandaan mo ba?
Girl: (kinilig) ah oo naman :”>
Boy: good! pakisabi yan sa bestfriend mo ahh? Thanks!



Thursday, September 15, 2011

Happy Birthday, Richielyn Delos Santos


Today is the 21st birthday of my good friend, Rich. I know she's so busy right now with all the tourism stuff she has to work on but we'll see her on Saturday for class. Hope this simple girl will have a great life ahead of her and have a better future that will reap her more success. She's an amazing person with a heart for others. I don't have anything more to say cause I already wrote it in the video. Rich, were always here for you and we always love you. Happy Birthday and God Bless =).. xoxo

*Dear Child – A Letter for You, to Empower your Dream


Yes, it’s you. It’s me. Every one of us is a child.
I remembered to write you, just in case you have forgotten something back in our good old days…


Do you still remember, what had been so popular about you when you were so little?
Do you remember?
You had a DREAM. (And me, too!)
Yes. And our journey all started there. Do you remember being asked by your birthday guests or the neighborhood as we ran the muddy road to school, “What is your dream, little one?” and there’d come out your big smile saying, “Someday, I want to become a successful…!”
I heard you wanted to become a pilot. Then you said you’d settle with your paintbrush. And after throwing a portion of clay at me, you said, you wanted to become a sculptor and build me a statue.
But nobody questioned you about your dream. You really held it so precious to you that when somebody disagrees, they’d be on for a mess.
You’d fight for your dream. (And you really didn’t mind if your glass of fresh carabao’s milk spilled at the party, or your three little pieces of pan de sal you have as baon gets thrown to the air as you tried to defend your dream! They’d all have to say “Yes, you will be!”
I think in any aspect of life that comes out beautifully, it starts with that- YOU HAVE A DREAM. And you’ll do anything to pursue it! Even to knock on the doors of heaven to have it.
And we used to share these lines together, lines we made up– “and because it’s– your heart’s desire– why would it not– be granted to you, to you, to you– ohh-u-ohh…” pointing at each other while singing the happy lines…
Get back to that little one, no matter how you have grown now. What had been your dream?
Is it still the same, or has it changed? Do you still want to look gorgeous in an impressive office suit, or you are convinced of owning that store of groceries by the mango tree?
If your dream has changed, then– get back to childhood. Get back to our good old days…
Let us once more be a child again. Let us remember our days of power, and persistence, and no impossibilities.. clutching tight to our dream- never going to stop till we get what we want.
It is your dream. I have mine, too!
And it is honored.
And it will be granted.
We believed so.
Let us be a child again.
Love,
Your Playmate
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*by buenalaoang

Quote of the Day #9

 You’ve seen the sun flatten and take strange shapes just before it sinks in the ocean. Do you have to tell yourself every time that it’s an illusion caused by atmospheric dust and light distorted by the sea, or do you simply enjoy the beauty of it?
— John Steinbeck (Sweet Thursday)

Monday, September 5, 2011

It really sucks feeling all alone.


People don't realize how miserable it is to be alone. People can't understand how suck the feeling is cause they have partners and companions. In some occasions, I still feel alone even if I'm with my friends. Maybe because I don't have a partner and they have and I may never understand the feeling of having a partner. Well, I don't need it anyway. I need a friend who can be a real friend. I don't need someone who confesses how much they needed me and how incomplete they are when I'm not there with them. I don't need someone to flatter me. I need and want someone to be with me when I hit the rock bottom. A friend that still believes in me when I ceased to believe in myself. I'm not asking for perfect one. I just want/need someone who won't make me feel alone cause being alone sucks!

Me.


Sunday, September 4, 2011

Photo of the Night #9

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This is what you see when you climb up on the rooftop of the Y-building (just above the MSU Museum) in MSU-Gensan. This is where we used to go with my other friends (chuis) back when we were still in college. I miss watching this great view from the rooftop where we used to recognize the towering buildings from afar and just breath the calm, fresh air of the day. I would love to climb back up on the rooftop again. Serenity just lies on this rooftop.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Quote of the Night #8

It is difficult to demonstrate love when you feel little to no obligation. But love in its truest sense is not based on feelings. Rather, love determines to show thoughtful actions even when there’s no reward.
— The Love Dare

Bad Mood.

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The awkward moment when you don't know why you're in bad mood but you just are.

*From Friends to Strangers.

You guys were once partners in crime. You did everything together. You hung out during weekends, talked on the phone for hours, ate lunch together, told each other secrets, shared the same hobbies, played sports and video games together. You knew each other so well that you could finish each other’s sentences. But suddenly, things changed.
Breaking a relationship like this can be really painful. People grow apart and it’s never easy to accept. The feeling of not being wanted anymore and having someone else take your place just sucks. But you should understand that part of growing up is letting new people into your life, and that could sometimes mean letting go of those who no longer want to stay. Not all friendships are worth restoring, ‘cause there are people who’s mission in your life’s just short - like that ex of yours who hurt you. Forcing them to stay could be just as hurtful as letting them go.

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*I read this particular post in tumblr. Again, I'm not the original writer and I just reblogged it. The moment I laid my on the title, I had this gut feel of what the post is about. Its obviously about friends turned strangers. You know, there's also this notion about estranged friends and not just the usual lovers to strangers concept. I immediately imagined what if we become strangers in the future? An eternal of things can happen, its just a matter of time and situation. We've been through tough times and I will admit that we admit rock bottom. Well, if you won't believe we were both hospitalized in the same week, maybe one can argue that the strains in our friendship was not a bit connected to why we were hospitalized but I'm sure it adds to it. I don't want to open up what happened two years ago but I guess it is significant to make my point clearer. I believe we were on the brink of estrangement at that time. Fortunately, we hadn't. Why? because of the main fact that we are classmates in the same course, same school, with the same circle of friends. Our world are interconnected in some ways. It even added by the fact that I was the director in our theater production and she's one of my cast. So we have no choice but to work with each other. Things happened and we were able to restore the friendship and the closeness. But I guess not totally. They say when you torn a paper, even if you still able to bring back the pieces (through scotchtape, I guess), the tracks can still be seen. We may have restore our friendship but there is something I think we could no longer fix. That's just sad. I guess it's the consequence of my actions before. There's only one thing I hope and always prayed to God to, that we will never be friends turned strangers. It would be very painful. I honestly almost gave up countless times. But I can't just give up all the memories we've had and the times we had each other's back. The last time, I was disappointed, I was upset that I never recovered for two days. I was caught off guard and it felt like someone punched me hard on the chest. I know she might read this but trust me (to you), I never intent to hurt you and give you guilt feelings.  I was hurt by my own doings, by my own stupid mind. I'm the one who, after two years, can't still move on. And I guess it would be indefinite when I would be able to move on. I'm sorry. My greatest fear aside from losing my family is losing you. To unfriend you once and for all.   I just hope we would never be strangers. 

Photo of the Day #8


I've been like this for days..melancholic.

RIEND REQUESTS…FROM RELATIVES


Yeah, we’re related by blood, but can’t we just leave each other’s online life alone? Seriously, I hate it when I get friend requests from nosy aunts, uncles and cousins. Once, I accepted an aunt and I did regret it. She kept commenting on every post..every post. And my profile pictures? ASDFGHHXCVBCV -___- I really wonder why there are certain people who can’t keep their opinions to themselves. 

I want to block her but it didn’t seem right…..I just told myself I’ll never accept another friend request from any of my relatives again. Iv'e learned my lesson. If people are annoying in real life, then they can be more annoying online. Believe me.

4 KINDS OF FRIENDS WE ALL SHOULD HAVE




The friend who motivates you to become better.
We all need that friend who’s always there when we need a little push. Someone who believes in us. Someone who helps us get back on track when we fall.
The friend who’s your exact opposite.
It would really be boring if all your friends are just like you. A friend who has a totally different personality can teach you a lot ‘cause he/she sees things from a different point of view.
The friend with the same interests.
You need someone who helps you feel validated, no matter how weird you are. Even if people don’t understand your love for certain things, if someone shares the same passion, you’d feel less alone. :)
The friend who listens.
Everyone needs a shoulder to lean on. That person who’ll sit quietly with you, as you rant and vent your spleen. That person who won’t judge you, but instead, will try his/her best to understand where you’re coming from.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Unbelievable.




I was browsing all the folders in our computer then I accidentally bump into this particular unnamed folder. If ever I find the content of this folder irrelevant and just a waste of space, I would have deleted it. Then to my surprise, I found this video, and stupidly asking myself how the heck was it saved in that folder. I never remember saving it since all my videos (except this one whom I thought was included on the deleted files when they reformat our PC in March) are all saved in just one folder. The only copy I had of this video is on my Youtube channel. I can't believe it happened in this particular time. I thought I already lost the original copy. Then I unexpectedly found it. It's weird right? With what happened yesterday and how random this video resurfaced today. What does it means? Well, I may know the answer yet I'm still thinking about it. I was just amazed when I saw this vid. I never thought, in this particular moment of our life, it emerged from nowhere, I never even imagined to find it saved in our PC hence it didn't even struck on my mind to watch it in Youtube (oh, it was actually saved in my old Youtube account where I already forgot the account name and password) So I was really shocked  to watch the ORIGINAL COPY in our PC. I can't help asking myself is this God's doing? Is this a sign? if ever, what does this sign means?? There are 365 days in a year, why did it emerged on this day and with the present situation we're in now? My head's gonna explode with all these things running around my mind. Whoever saved it, thank you..Whoever made this happen, thank you too. This video means a lot to me. And to someone to whom this video is dedicated, you means a lot to me too. I know you know that. That's why we sometimes hurt each other unintentionally for the reason the we are important to one another. We wouldn't be hurt if a person is not important to us. It's just things happened, we get hurt, we hurt each others unintentionally, we get disappointed. It just a part of life. Life will never be perfect for the both of us. It's tough but I'm still holding on. Hope you are too.

Photo of the Night #7





Siya. Chuchai hugging Chui (the gift stuffed toy from the Chui).

True..

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Right now..

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Always.

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THIS MADE ME CRY!!

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The cashier said, “I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.” Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny, are you sure I don’t have enough money?” The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.” Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. “It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.” I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. “No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.” His eyes were so sad while saying this. “My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.” My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: “I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.” Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me “I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won’t forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.” Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. “Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?” “OK,” he said, “I hope I do have enough.” I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: “Thank you God for giving me enough money!” Then he looked at me and added, “I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!” “I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.” “My mommy loves white roses.” A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Quote of the Day #7

In the end, I've come to believe in something I call "The Physics of the Quest." A force in nature governed by laws as real as the laws of gravity. The rule of Quest Physics goes something like this: If you're brave enough to leave behind everything familiar and comforting, which can be anything from your house to bitter, old resentments, and set out on a truth-seeking journey, either externally or internally, and if you are truly willing to regard everything that happens to you on that journey as a clue and if you accept everyone you meet along the way as a teacher and if you are prepared, most of all, to face and forgive some very difficult realities about yourself, then the truth will not be withheld from you. -Eat Love and Pray

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Photo of the Night #6 (GOLDEN)

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Happy 50th Anniversary to my beloved school Mindanao State University-General Santos City. Cheers for another 50 years more to come..Proud to be an MSUan.

Love this!!

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Yupz.

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Lalo na pag 3h ours ang klase sa isa ka subject..haha