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Thursday, June 30, 2005
change of heart

papa and i watched a funny episode of change of heart a while ago.

i changed my template coz i couldn't fix the other one. i hope this one would look okay anywhere.


say chiz

yesterday, my parents finally scored. they celebrated their 20th wedding anniversary. the other day, papa asked me to buy a cake for their anniversary to surprise my mother. But that night, i had been found out, so the surprise cake wasn't anymore a surprise.

mama thought they won't be able to be together yesterday because papa told all of us he'd still be in cebu. so in lieu of only the two of them going out, mama decided to treat me and her office staff for a night out. she didn't know that papa had secretly sms-ed me to ask where we were so he could join us. he really made it a point to go home, and he didn't even ask permission from his very strict boss. so on the day of their anniversary, he took a flight from cebu to davao, and drove for about three hours from davao to our city. mama's staff and i were screaming with delight when papa arrived. we teased the two of them like they were high school sweethearts. mama earlier said that since it's already their 20th anniversary, the two of them dating and being together on that day won't count as much as the first few anniversaries. maybe she just said that because she thought she can't do anything with papa being away that day. but apparently, papa still regards their anniversary with high importance, which is actually very sweet of him.

my parents aren't perfect people, and i think i know a lot more of the problems that they have gone through than they think i should know, thanks to my being a nosey little kid way back. but i'm happy that they have learned from their mistakes, and i'm pretty sure that they're going to grow old together and love each other forever. both of my parents came from broken families, and i guess they've promised themselves that the family they're going to build won't be like the families they grew up with, and so i think that makes me lucky.

p.s.

my favorite politician is francis 'chiz' escudero because of his gift of gab. but the primary reason is his uncanny resemblance to jericho rosales. haha. too bad i couldn't find a decent enough photo of him that will prove my case.

p.s v.2.

thanks chin=). my layout is a total mess when i view it, but i don't know how to fix it yet. i also don't want to totally change my template because i love it.


Wednesday, June 29, 2005
help

anybody, please comment on my layout, because it looks different with every web browser i use. it only looks okay with windows internet explorer. it's a total mess when viewed using mac with any web browser.

what do you see? thanks=)

P.S.

HAPPY 20th ANNIVERSARY MAMA AND PAPA!!!=) woo hoo!!!


Friday, June 24, 2005
TGIF!

my favorite brother is home. =)

and papa is here too. we're all home, except for dimple, who's there in manila flirting with gian. haha joke. i thank God we're all safely tucked in the palm of His hands. thank you for this lovely bunch living with me in this place i call home.


what a bummer

Go away.


Wednesday, June 22, 2005
the most plausible reason

aliens. maybe he was abducted by aliens and lost all earthly contacts.

or maybe he's enjoying his home too much. look, the beaches are heavenly.

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once i commented that the beaches in mauritius are so nice, based on the photos in the internet. then he told me, 'of course they'll only post the nice ones.' then later agreed that yeah, beaches back home are nice. i asked if all beaches have white-sand, then he said 'of course', like it's a given that beaches do always have white sand. he was quite surprised upon learning that i know of beaches that have black sand.

then i asked him how he could have left such a nice place and study abroad. he answered frolicking in the white sandy beaches back home won't give him a diploma.


Tuesday, June 21, 2005
mama

i am proud of my mother. i bet she's the only government worker in the philippines who takes into heart the words FOR OFFICIAL USE ONLY. see, my mother's department was given a brand new vehicle, and since she's the head, she gets to drive this baby:

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but hers is in red. it's a beauty, right? nevertheless, my mother won't use it for the family's trips to the mall, or going to our relatives' house, or for any joyride not related to office work. if after office hours she still has to go somewhere, she would go back at home, park the government vehicle in the garage, then take our old car. my father respects and admires my mother's being like that, and told me he won't be driving the Innova unless it's an emergency. i think it's just proper to do that, because the government pays for the vehicle's gasoline, and government spending should only be related to government work.

my mother is also in a position wherein if she's a greedy person with no conscience at all, then we would have been very rich by now. but she's not one of those corrupt creatures in the government. she upholds the virtue of integrity in her work, even at times when we have to tighten our belts. i think this is one of the greatest lessons my mother has ever taught me.

however, there was this instance when i tried to bury this lesson in order to save a few dollars. i tried to cheat my way in getting free laundry and drying. i knew it wasn't proper, and it wouldn't have made my mother proud if i told her (shhh). every time i do it, a tiny voice would tell me it's wrong, but i'd try not to listen until i got numb by the tiny voice's prodding. good thing my friend stressed that it isn't healthy, and since i'm getting nauseated by these guilt trips, i'm not going to do it again.


flames and movies

remember FLAMES? the sort of love calculator popular amongst pre-teen schoolgirls? well, since i just stayed home today and had nothing else better to do, i reminisced the good old days and 'flamed' myself with 5 people just for fun. and it surprised me that looking at how things are right now, maybe there's actually SOME truth to the outcome of the game. sundeep and i are Lovers, but it's niel who i'm gonna Marry. i have to Accept the fact that there's no chance in this world that mark and i are ever going to be together. wayne and i, and joseph and i, are Enemies. i wanted to go on and flame myself with other people, but i don't know their full names.

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i haven't watched any new movies yet because i don't have anyone to watch movies with. it's quite embarrassing to admit, but i don't have any friends in my city right now. agnes is in UP manila, kristia is in UP dil, and both emma and kristine are in davao. oh great, i actually have only 4 friends i can possibly go out with here in gensan, and they're all out of town. i'm not in touch with my elementary school friends anymore.

i landed in davao at night when i came back home for vacation. the next day, i wanted to watch a movie, and all i had to do was give thirdie and niel a ring, and i had instant movie-watching buddies for the day.

here, i tried to ask my mother's officemates to go watch Nasaan Ka Man (i'm their officemate too til next month), but until now we still haven't found the time, or they probably thought i was joking. i also tried to sweet-talk daddy (my mother's father) to watch Batman Begins with us his grandchildren, but told me he's not really into watching movies.

people seem to be busy on weekdays (of course), but i also don't want to go out on weekends because it's usually only on weekends when my family's complete, so i'd also rather stay home with them.

so, anyway, for gensan people who don't probably even know that this blog exists, ANYBODY WILLING TO SKIP CLASSES TO GO WATCH MOVIE WITH ME? haha kidding.


Monday, June 20, 2005
5 seconds of self-pity

it's sad when someone important ignores you.


Sunday, June 19, 2005
last thoughts before going to bed...

i miss the wyldfire youth. mwaacks to you all. i may not be very showy, but i love you guys a lot.

Jesus, I hope that one day, he will get to know you and love you as much as you love him.

i love my family. i love my family. i love my family. i love my family.


another dose of The Alchemist

I just finished reading The Alchemist again. The first time I read Paulo Coelho's masterpiece was just before I was scheduled for my Singapore Scholarship interview. (During the interview, I mentioned that one of my hobbies is reading, and so I was asked for the title of the last book I have read. I gaily answered 'The Alchemist', then Mr. Paul Koh retorted 'Oh because it's the thinnest book in the world'. But later he turned out to be a really nice guy.)

I appreciated the book more the second time around. I can very much relate to Santiago's experiences in his quest to fulfill his Personal Legend. I almost laughed out loud when I read this part, because I've just had a similar experience:

He was so ashamed that he wanted to cry. He had never even wept in front of his own sheep. But the marketplace was empty, and he was far from home, so he wept. He wept because God was unfair, and because this was the way God repaid those who believed in their dreams.

When I had my sheep, I was happy, and I made those around me happy. People saw me coming and welcomed me, he thought. But now I'm sad and alone. I'm going to become bitter and distrustful of people because one person betrayed me. I'm going to hate those who have found their treasure because I never found mine. And I'm going to hold on to what little I have, because I'm too insignificant to conquer the world.


This is the part of the story where the hero almost gives up his quest for the treasure hidden beneath the great Pyramids of Egypt. It's always like that, there's always some point in our lives when we're ready to give up fulfilling our destiny when facing obstacles along the way. But Santiago persisted and overcame all odds, and he ultimately found the treasure he was searching for. The funny thing is, the treasure wasn't found in the Pyramids. It was buried in an old church in Andalusia, where Santiago hails from, and where he first had this recurring dream about a treasure buried beneath the Pyramids. It turns out that fate just played a joke on him, that he didn't have to travel and cross the desert because his treasure was just right there where he started. But if he knew that from the start, then he wouldn't have met the alchemist, the beautiful gypsy woman who was later to become his wife, and all the other interesting people who was able to teach him him a thing or two about life; he wouldn't have seen the majestic pyramids and all the other exotic places; and he would have been robbed of the richness of the experience of his journey.

Paulo Coelho had put very beautifully what I think everyone wants to know: When you want something with all your heart, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it. But of course, you meet obstacles along the way to prepare your spirit and your will. And if I may add, to spice up the journey and make it all the more exciting.

I am actually excited about how my life is unfolding. Sometimes I'd like to take a backseat and just observe the course of my life from a bird's eye view, as if I'm looking at another person live her life. I'm excited about my love life - about who I'm going to end up with. I'm excited about my future - about one day smiling at myself for having achieved my own Personal Legend despite all the odds. I'm excited about telling my kids and my grandkids about all the hardships I had to face, and the exhilaration of surmounting them. I'm excited about living my life one day at a time, while savoring the element of eternity each day brings. I'm excited about feeling all the emotions evoked by all things life has to offer. And I am excited about living out the story written by God's own hands.


papa

thank you for your white hair that signifies the wisdom you're so keen on imparting to us, beneath all that Bigen brown-black hair coloring.

thank you for your chestnut eyes, upon whose depths you make me see my own beauty reflected.

thank you for your nose that never fails to appreciate the aroma of mama's cooking.

thank you for your lips that seem to know all the right things to say and when.

thank your for your ears that listen to all my laments and victories.

thank you for your broad shoulders that help me carry the weight of my world.

thank you for your arms that are strong enough to labor day and night to feed us, yet are gentle enough to envelope us in a warm embrace.

thank you for your hands that disciplined me when i was little.

thank you for your legs and feet that walk with me every step of the way.

thank you for your big heart whose compassion, love, and generosity knows no limit.

and most of all, thank you for your good looks that i inherited.


Saturday, June 18, 2005
thought of the day

my darling has a way with words. period.


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Thursday, June 16, 2005
whee

this is one of the most happening summers ever.

anyway, right now i'm working as production crew for the talk show MindTalk. our city is celebrating Yaman Gensan, a month-long tribute to small and medium entrepreneurs of the city, with its fair share of chuvaness. my first day as a production assistant. woke up at 7 am, went off to work 8, came back at home 8:30 pm. the whole day i did the idiot boards. tomorrow there's gonna be a production crew meeting. now i can really say sorry ha busy ako sa shootings at tapings! wahahahahaha chuvaness. i am with a lot of queer people, thus the chuvaness. oh, the talk show will be aired in GSC (Government Service Channel...of General Santos City...diba hanep sa acronyms). the city leased a channel in skycable for a month for Php 10,000. (Pwede na rin sa mga rich na gustong mag artista, hala dali magrent na ng channel, kahit ano pwede mong ipalabas 24/7). Php 100,000 (oops, my mistake. i thought it was that easy). So anyway, the said talk show will only be aired in local tv.

what else..i hope everyone is feeling ok. i am ok.

hi cy!


Wednesday, June 15, 2005

thank you's i haven't uttered before, or just want to say again. you may find yours below.

thank you for picking up my fork when i dropped it while we were having lunch together.
thank you for skinning the frog for my assignment. i owe you my grade.
thank you for sticking that encouragement on my door after my exams were all over.
thank you for not getting angry when i illegally entered your room and used your printer.
thank you for treating me to a night spot when i was dead broke.
thank you for the hi's and hello's and good nights's and good morning's and the international sms.
thank you for patiently revising our major modules with me.
thank you for the hot pink wrist band.
thank you for sensing when i'm down and lonely and hugging me.
thank you for volunteering to help me find a job.
thank you for talking rubbish.
thank you for going to the park with me on my birthday.
thank you for treating me a mcdonald's sundae cone.
thank you for your nice haircut.
thank you for your booba imitation that would always make me laugh.
thank you for thinking of me as 'scrat' of the movie ice age.
thank you for buying me chocolate whenever we go to 7-11.
thank you for being the cousin i can most relate to.
thank you for being the only 30-year-old who can give me butterflies in my stomach.
thank you for being my first love.
thank you for massaging me when i get sick.
thank you for working very hard to give us a good life.
thank you for being my kuya.
thank you for being my ate.
thank you for being payatot yet musculado, high IQ yet dungol, gwapo yet kenkoy, and very loving all at the same time.
thank you for the pink teddy bear, which i hope would be the last stuffed toy i'd be getting as a gift.
thank you for letting me sleep in D-block when i first arrived in KR and the hall office was already closed, even though that's not standard procedure.
thank you for loving me.


Tuesday, June 14, 2005
me here and me there

in my previous post i mentioned i've never been really involved in our store. when i'm home, i'm really just home, as in inside our house. i've never even been in our backyard since, wait, i can't even remember when.

i also don't like facing people when i'm at home. i deliberately avoid answering the door when visitors come. when i was younger, i would even hide inside our room until the visitors would go away.

in singapore, i am more thick-skinned, probably because it's essential for survival. i even welcome and usher people in our church before. there i'm more bubbly, vibrant, and outgoing. so for my friends in singapore who think of me as reserved and private, then i don't know what i am here at home. hehe=)

but i think i'm breaking free from my shell now, irregardless of where i am. i've seen some improvement when i'm with my cousins, aunts, and uncles. i mingle with them already. when i was younger, when we had parties i would always, always bring along one sweet valley or goosebumps pocketbook. i thought i'd look 'intelligent' by reading a book while other people chat and have 'fun'. now i realize i probably looked like a dork.

but now i think i already know how to party. there are many things one can learn by being joseph's friend. hahaha=)


pfft.

i am thoroughly, utterly pissed with our helpers. they left me here at home without my knowledge.

***after a while***

they're back. turns out they went out to buy something. because i was really annoyed for them leaving me here, i raised my voice a little when i inquired where they went, then told them they should have told me they're going somewhere. they didn't answer me, probably because they were too stunned to speak because i've never scolded them before. i don't even ask them to do things for me.

but actually it's all stupid. i just got really annoyed because some people from our next door neighbor, which is my alma mater Hope Christian School, wanted to buy coffee from our store. ever since i was a child, i never got to be really involved in our store for unexplainable reasons. naturally, i called out to our helpers to let them know there are customers waiting to be served. i searched the whole house and even went outside to look for them, but they're nowhere to be found. so i faced the people in our store (which i don't usually do) and helplessly told them i don't know where the helpers are AND i don't know how to make coffee. (of course i know how to make coffee for myself, but i don't know how it is in our store.) a loser way of reacting to the given situation right? i know what i was doing at that moment is really stupid, because what if those people are members of akyat-bahay gang, then i let down my guard and made it very easy for them to attack me because they know i'm alone in the house. so anyway, the people went away but luckily returned later for their caffeine fix.

i realized i should have reacted more positively. i could have attempted to serve those people while explaining the situation to them in a more courteous manner rather than giving them a long face that made them go away. i could have just offered a smile to make up for the weird-tasting coffee i could have given them. i could have grabbed the opportunity to practice being dependable even when left alone. and a lot more should have's and could have's.


Monday, June 13, 2005
old McDonald had a farm

one peculiar thing, which i think is also unique here in my city, is the harmonious relationship between a monkey and a crocodile living in the same cage.

the day i went diving, we also visited carlo yusepeng's farm situated somewhere in our city. the old man, now in a wheelchair, is a genius. he specializes in cross-breeding just about every kind of fruit trees. there's his sweet camias, calamansi with edible skin, all variants of apple with given initials NPA (the most unforgettable meaning being No Problem Apple), crunchy langka with edible skin, and all other sorts of new species of fruit trees with strange names. when we toured his farm, we also saw his would-be permanent resting place being built. the people working on it explained that mr. yusepeng wishes to be with his beloved plants when dies than be buried in a cemetery.

aside from fruit trees, there are also exotic animals in his garden such as bayawak, which the caretaker said is missing that day; a foreign and a philippine crocodile in the same murky pool; a weird-looking primate with sharp teeth; a monkey and a large crocodile living in the same cage; and a 14-foot python whose body is waaaay thicker than my thighs.

so back to the monkey and crocodile. we were all astounded upon seeing the two being the best of buddies. we asked the people in the farm whether the crocodile is alive, coz we were wondering why the crocodile doesn't see the money as one big yummy, juicy prey. to prove that the crocodile is indeed alive, one caretaker tried to aggravate the crocodile by poking its leathery, humongous body with a big stick. the crocodile suddenly jerked and reacted violently. just then, the monkey rushed to the side of the cage where the stick was in defense of the crocodile. we were really surprised because the monkey tried to protect the crocodile by trying to get hold of the stick and screeching loudly as if scolding the man who poked the crocodile. then we asked mr yusepeng for an explanation of such a behavior of his pets. while some of us were reminsicing the folk tale about a monkey on a crocodile's back, he told us he just wanted to prove that he is a great teacher by being able to discipline a monkey and a crocodile to be able to live together inside a cage harmoniously. then my mother commented "Mabuti pa ang hayop hindi nag-aaway, pero ang tao puro away."

then we went to see the python. mr yusepeng offered to let the slithering reptile rest on our shoulders for photo-taking. we gracefully declined through our forced smiles and gritted teeth. about three men carried the python to help it out of its cage, and as it was crawling on the dusty floor, we were all naturally jumping about to avoid the snake's head. mr yusepeng held the snake's head in his arms as a part of its body rested on the arms of his wheelchair during the photo-taking. we all tried to touch the python and proved to ourselves that snakes are indeed cold blooded creatures.

so there. i just thought our trip to mr yusepeng's farm is something blogworthy.


Sunday, June 12, 2005
independence day

Mabuhay!


Saturday, June 11, 2005
scuba dooba doo.... and thank you

i went diving today! just introductory diving though, complete with wet suit, booties, flippers, goggles, oxygen tank and those other stuff essential for diving. many thanks to DADA of tita yummy. actually i just tagged along my mother, who works in the tourism department of our city. we have visitors from a travel and leisure magazine so we have to show them around and get them to try out things prospective tourists can do here. i admit there's nothing much that can be done in my city per se, which is sandwiched between the coastal stretches of sarangani province. so we drove west to one part of the province, and then i realized that i'm a stranger in my own land.

on the way to the diving site, we stopped by an unnamed highway to take pictures of the breathtaking view of sarangani bay. about ten years ago, when our relatives from the U.S. came to visit, we also toured them around sarangani province. that was the first time my family alighted from our vehicle on a highway just to take photos of the bay. the highway was built spiraling a mountain, and we were on that position where we could see such a picturesque view of the bay, limestone cliffs, and the province. and now, i was able to savor that scene again, and i'm glad that the visitors from manila also appreciated the view. a lot.=) and oh, i musn't fail to mention the remains of a gargantuan clam shell high on a mountain, an irrefutable proof that the mountain was once upon a time under the ocean.

i wish to continue with my shameless plugging of the wonders of the south, but i'm tired because i woke up at 4:30 am to go with my mother, and my aunt invited me to go clubbing tonight. so, i'm going straight to thank everyone who left me a message on my shoutbox. i appreciate all the messages in my precious pink little shoutbox.


Friday, June 10, 2005
enginbutterfly it is!

ivy wondered where my blog had been. well, i changed my blog's url to summerbum101.blogspot.com, and now i'm changing it back to enginbutterfly. for a while i just wanted to shoo people away because i didn't want people reading what i have to write. turns out i didn't have any blog entries for the short moment my blog was unreachable.

the truth is, i was really bummed when i first found out i've been streamed to cvil engin. yeah, yeah..i know..the reputed dumpster for engineer wannabes with not-so-decent grades. i remember pinoy seniors downgrading the said course, which sent me typing a barrage of emails to people in authority for my appeal to be switched to another engineering department (industrial and systems engineering), or to totally transfer to faculty of science to take up applied chemistry. the person in charge of the appeals seems very friendly even in emails.

but i have to prepare myself too if i'd still be stuck in civil engin in the end.
the perks:
1.)instant friends! most of the members of the clique i belong to are in civil engin, their first choice. for siaw ling, rotana, and sundeep, it's their passion to become civil engineers. i'm happy for them because they are in a course they like and they're good at.

2.)i talked to my mother (and am sure glad i did) to air out my dismay of being streamed to civil engin. i remember her telling me before that civil engineers are saturated in the country, and just about anywhere else, so the job market is not really good. i told her i found out that i could specialize in environmental engineering, among many other branches of civil engin, upon which she exclaimed 'AY DA BEST YAN!'. she told me that in our city, there is only one person licensed to sign papers regarding the environmental aspects of urban planning projects: Michael Ang. *ding!* that's when i realized how i can contribute to my city in the future. i didn't really have any plans of going back to the philippines to work because the grass is always greener in singapore or in the states or anywhere except in my country. but I AM SO HAPPY that i've finally come to consider really going back and give something back to the country that nursed me and i call home, and for that moment the $$bucks$$ didn't really matter.

still, i've already sent my appeal to be streamed to industrial and systems engineering. now if the engin people won't give in to my request, i now think being in civil engin isn't so bad after all. i am sorry that other people still think otherwise.

get this people, I WILL HAVE TO DIE FIRST BEFORE I STOP TRYING TO BECOME AN ENGINEER. i just won't quit, okay.. i already failed before, so i'm not afraid to fail anymore. not that i'm so keen on doing a repeat performance...no way. i know you've heard this before, but engineering in NUS is really tough, at least for me. but my God is great and I know I can do all things through Him who gives me strength.

P.S.

for the first time in my whole life, I DROVE A CAR THIS MORNING. yep yep i'm learning how to drive! and it's about time too! many thanks to lito.


Saturday, June 04, 2005
a reason to smile

God is great!


Wednesday, June 01, 2005
pretty people

I just finished looking at the photos taken during RR and Rochelle's debut, where I was supposed to be a part of also.

darn. i missed out on a lot of things.

See, I like dressing up. My Wyldfire friends were there. They all look so handsome and pretty and happy in their suits and PINK gowns.

The night papa called me up to tell me to go home, the first person I then called up was Tita Ethel, the event organizer for RR and Rochelle's party. I told her, in all sincerity, that I am truly sorry for not being able to attend the party. It was such an honor to be invited...I mean, I'm not even related to the family but I still got invited. I was so sure I could go, so I gave Tita Ethel my word that I'd be there. And then I ate my words like I always do.

I would have wanted to be in a PINK GOWN! Pfft.

Anyway, I should now stop whining and grow up.

P.S. Missy's gown was really nice.

P.P.S. Mission Sunday photos. NOW DON'T GET ME STARTED AGAIN.


my jam-packed tuesday

Right now I'm in one of the conference rooms of Phela Grande Hotel, where my mother is facilitating a meeting. I'm here as saling pusa, documenting stuff for this workshop. People from the government and from non-government organizations are present. So far, what I've taken down are the following:

For NGOs:

Your role in nation buildng?

♣ Networking
♣ Smooth flow of transactions
♣ Active partners


For the Government sector:

Why do you need NGOs?

♣ Co-partners of our progress and development
♣ Programs implementors
♣ Linkages to private sectors
♣ Catalyst for development
♣ Provides extension services for government projects
♣ Helps in fostering transparency


A lady from the government sector is speaking right now, who popped me back to reality. Being in the midst of these grown-ups having a meeting transported me back to one of the meetings during my SG (Student Government) days. As much as I wouldn't want to have any regrets in life, one of those is not having been able to do my job properly as the 4th year Governor. I could have been better. Waaaay better. But during that time, I really wasn't interested in being part of SG. I just agreed to run because Thirdie is my friend and he had been on his knees to plead that I run, because no one else wants to and he needs people to complete his party.

I remember that day when we had Meeting de Avance. All who were running for positions were on stage at the gym. I was so nervous and the stage seemed so big ready to swallow me, which would have been perfectly fine as I would rather disappear than to speak in front of so many people. I remember the question that was thrown at me and my rival from the other party.

If there's anything you would to change in Pisay history, what would it be?

I was the first to answer. That question seemed easy, a typical beauty contest final question. I forgot how exactly I mouthed my answer, but the gist is that I wouldn't change anything because whatever happened to Pisay in the past contributed to what it is right now, which as every Pisay student takes pride in, is one of the best high schools in the country.

My rival, Ex, clearly wasn't interested in the position too, answered he'd change the Keep Off the Grass policy just implemented. He didn't really elaborate on his answer.

So, modesty aside, it was a landslide victory to my favor; perhaps because I was well-liked in high school, I didn't have any enemies, and I always had good grades. My batchmates had put their trust in me, but looking back, I didn't really do my best to deserve it.

But see, this is also where God's hands came into play. My being part of the SG served as neon lights in my application form to get Mr. Paul Koh's attention to consider me as one of the recipients of the Singapore Scholarship. Aside from the fact that during the interview, I candidly told him that part of my life plans is to have a family, which made him look up from my application form he was reading and smile.

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So. I've been here for more than 4 hours already. Mama's still talking. I'm still here in front of my laptop. My role is to edit the guidelines as the people agree on the revisions. The meeting started this morning at about 10 am, and now they're still on the first part of the 3rd page.

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Ok, so while the adults are trying to resolve the issues that keep on cropping up that disrupts the flow of this meeting, I'm going to sing.

Love moves/In mysterious ways/It's always so surprising/How love appears over the horizon/I'll love you/For the rest of my days/It still is a mystery/Of how you ever came to me/Which only proves/Love moves/In mysterious ways...

Anyway, this song is dedicated to no one.

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It's almost 12 midnight. No, it's already past midnight. A while ago we had dinner at lola's house because today's my cousin Jelai's 3rd birthday.

By the way, mama appointed me as production assistant for some event. I get to work for the city government! Actually I've been spending some time in her office since I came here: answering calls, making coffee, being an errand lady, and the most significant thing I did to date was what I did earlier, documenting stuff during a meeting. Haha, see, I was also blogging during the meeting because they were discussing technical stuff, and I felt like I was just saling pusa. But now that mama has assigned me something close to a real job (she told me I'll be getting paid too), I'm keen on learning something from this so I could confidently put this on my curriculum vitae.

Actually I've been secretly eyeing malls for some openings because I just want something, anything, to do for the summer. I'm not so interested with the money I'll be making anymore. But since we also have this colorful little store that's opening very soon, I think it won't be proper for me to work somewhere else. So now mama is giving me a job, and papa is giving me one too, so I think I'll be okay for the summer.

It's way past my bedtime now. My biological clock is back to normal. Normal as most people know it, i.e. sleep when the sun is down and wake up when it's up. After a long, tiring, but eventful day, I'm now signing off.

I think I will be on hiatus for a while.

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P.S.

haha. he already replied to the shortest email i've ever sent in my whole life. i'm not mad anymore.