Happy Thoughts, Happy Thoughts

I am a happy girl these past few days.

I am a happy girl since I turned 21 actually.

Sometimes when you are happy, you are also afraid. Afraid because you know in life there's a cycle. There are times when you are happy, there are times when you are sad, and there are times for other feelings as well. When one feels afraid that the happiness may not last for long, that actually is self-effectuating. On that basis, I wouldn't want to be afraid anymore to make the happiness last longer. But still...

Okay what in the world am I talking about?

I also don't know.

Before I eat my Subway sandwich (the only thing available after I'm done with my part-time job during weekdays), I want to let you all in a little secret. No lah it has nothing to do with my love life, my grades, or what-have-you. It's just that I realized that every after my shift in the Annual Giving campaign, I never go home without securing a pledge from at least one of our prospects. It's just fulfilling you know, that I know for myself the money they pay me is not wasted because I am doing my job pretty well (haha!).

You know why? Before I leave my room to go for our little call center near PGP, I'd always say a little prayer and ask Jesus to be by my side. Then when it's time to call the alumni already, I say these words "Jesus please talk to this person. I cannot do it without you." Then I will tell myself "I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength".

Of course I still get rejections and some not-so-nice people on the phone. This is similar to the situation Moses faced when he was trying to convince Pharaoh to let go of the Isrealites and free them from slavery. Remember the plagues in Egypt? But I was always wondering why after every plague for the first nine plagues, God would always harden Pharaoh's heart and not let the Israelites go. I was like "Huh? You assist Moses to convince the Pharaoh to free the Isrealites, but in the end you yourself would harden the Pharaoh's heart?" KAMUSTA NAMAN?! (Wayne-style exclamation)

Then I found the answer in Exodus 11:9, which says "...Pharaoh will refuse to listen to you - so that my wonders may be multiplied in Egypt". Of course we know in the end, after the tenth plague, the Israelites were freed already. So I realized everything that happens (even the not-so-nice ones) is used to show God's glory.

So there. Masaya. God will never waste even a single teardrop. Everything has a purpose. And this is God's promise I hold on to so dearly:

"For we know that all things work together for good to them that love God." --Rom. 8:28

America Here I Come

APPROVED!!!

Thank you Lord! :) Woohoo!!!:) I am really going to the US from May until August for sure. Yehey!

God is really great. He really is in control of everything. Even if it was very painful for me when I didn't make the cut for the NOC program to go to Stockholm, now I know why. Apparently God wills it that I go somewhere else, and that somewhere else is US and A! (Borat-style exclamation). Yay-ness to the next level!!!

Wow. I LOVE YOU Singapore! You are my ticket to the world!:)

Praying for Green Light for the Green Card

Later would be my interview at the US Embassy for my visa application. I cannot think of any valid reason why they would reject me, so I am fervently hoping and wishing and praying I would get it, because I really really really want to go.

Please friend, stranger, or anybody who is reading this..help me pray that my visa gets approved. You see, I really want to travel and go places, and, I not only grab opportunities as they come my way, I run after them. The Stockholm thing I wanted with all my heart at some point in my life didn't work out, and I've already accepted a long time ago that it wasn't God's will for me to go there. I pray that this time, my heart's desire would be in line with God's plans for me.

Everything is okay already - the summer job, accommodation, transportation, the whole shebang...I just need the 'GO' signal, and that I would know later this morning.

Lord, I surrender my worries and anxieties to you. Please grant me the maturity to accept whatever the outcome may be. I am hoping for what I think is best, but I know you are in control of everything and you only have my best interests in mind. I trust in you.

Reflections

I have a treasure chest. It is not the stereotypical Arabian treasure chest made of gold adorned with precious stones. Instead, it is a tattered Globe Telecom box that's been recycled for the umpteenth time with packaging tape leftovers. Inside it are memories I've tried so hard to forget that existed. Inside it are letters that I've tried at least three times to burn to ashes. Tonight I was looking for some old Ministry of Foreign Affairs paraphernalia, and it brought me to open up my treasure chest once again after a very long time. The letters greeted me with a familiar warmth I thought I've successfully flushed out of my system. The letters made me smile, made me sigh, and made me realize..

It seems like the best thing that could ever happen to me already did.

Twisted

What would you do if someone had spread nasty and embarrassing rumors about you sometime back, but when somewhat confronted, the person had vehemently denied it and acted innocent so you forgave him/her, but just recently the fallacy resurfaced again from another recipient of the rumor, which again brought back those anger-inducing memories?

I'd like to write about what I think of that twisted informant in all bluntness glory, but I am a Christian woman and I've decided not to cuss people anymore, unlike what I usually do in the past when I get mad.

Well...'nuff said.

But I can still feel my blood boiling.

Quotable Quotes and a Stupid Joke

These are my two most favorite movie quotes of all time. The first one was spoken by the character Timo Cruz from the movie Coach Carter (based on a true story):

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

At siyempre, and walang kamatayang linyang to. Spoken by Seth from the movie City of Angels:

I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it. One.

And here is a stray lame joke.

Q : What is a balance sheet ?
A : It comes out after a balance diet.

overly enthusiastic

Guess what? I rushed to LT6 for my Engineering Professionalism lecture, I was 10 minutes late as I walked down to the very front seats of the LT, but midway I realized that hey, how come the lecturer is talking about functions and maths and stuff, when he is supposed to be talking about ethics in the engineering profession? I looked around and I felt weird, because for some reason I sensed that these 200+ folks are not my classmates. So, to save face I quickly rushed out of the LT, all the while wondering what the gaboozle is going on. I checked my semester schedule, yep, LT6 alright...I'm at the right location. It's Thursday today, correct...whoa I don't know what's going on...it's all weird. Then I tried to call Rotana but he didn't answer. I was in the midst of sms-ing another guy I knew from class, when suddenly I saw him walking past.

YOU KNOW WHAT THE GREAT REVELATION IS? I came to school too early, because lecture starts at 10.

Ahhhhh.

Could have slept more! I set my alarm clock to ring at 7am, finally got out of bed at 8...rushed all the way here just to find out my class is still at 10.

OKies im gonna go now!

Phonathon Day 2

I had a fruitful shift at the Phonathon today. WOOHOO!=)

One lady decided to donate $41.67 per month for three years and another lady has decided to definitely give, though she's undecided whether it's $125 per month for a year, or $62.5 per month for two years. I am really happy because yesterday, I didn't get anyone to donate, but as I said I had lovely chats with them though. Our workplace is also really fun and dynamic, because whenever callers have long, nice chats with our prospects, our supervisors would give us sweets or salty snacks, even if no pledge was made. Then, if a caller secures a pledge, you get more sweets and you also get to spin the BINGO apparatus 6 times. Haha. BINGO apparatus. Because we were also playing a game while we were calling.

One of the supervisors, Vereena, she's really hot and pretty. Yes, both hot and pretty, because these two are very different things. One can be hot but not pretty, while on the other hand one can be pretty but not hot. But she's both. Do I sound like a lesbian?

Haha I'm not.

She's German but she resided in Britain for so long already I think, and she has an impeccable British accent. Oh yeah, she's the one who interviewed me the second time.

Then there's Harlan and Rux, of course I call them "Sir" lah, and they're also both very nice. They are all angmohs by the way. Very accommodating and approachable, and I cannot think of anything not nice about them.

They're always walking around, but they do not come off as nasty bosses breathing down my neck the whole time. In fact, they are all smiles, always bombarding us with encouraging words like "Great!"or "Excellent!" or placing sweets on our table while we're on the phone. You will really be motivated to give your best, and it's always a mood-booster especially when you get rejections.

I just finished eating and I'm going to do school stuff now. While eating I was watching Maging Sino Ka Man in YouChoob.

Level-up na sa pagka-mushy talaga grabeh.

PS

At the end of the day, I am happy. =)

It is very comforting to know that I have wonderful friends to fill in the void this day had initially imposed upon me.

I just came from my first shift for my new part-time job, which is to get in touch with NUS alumni, chat with them about their NUS life and present careers, and to seek support in raising money for the student bursaries fund. We had a 2-day intensive training this weekend, and I really enjoyed it. I liked the fact of upgrading my communication skills, especially to total strangers, and engage them in a conversation over the phone. That is sooooo not me a few years ago, especially in highschool when I cannot even make a decent phone call to customer service representatives when I need to check out some stuff. My summer job last year helped me a lot, and I'm very happy to have overcome my fear the first time I picked up the phone to call a prospect.

(Next skill to upgrade is with regards to talking to new people face to face.)

I had long, lovely conversations with the alumni. Even though some of them have already made up their minds not to give to NUS, I didn't want to be pushy about donating and just engaged them in a chat about anything I can think of. One person didn't like to divulge too much details about his job, so I teased him, "Why? You're a terrorist is it?". Another one didn't want to give to NUS because last time during his uni days, he also applied for a bursary but didn't get it, so apparently he has this grudge against his alma mater. However, he told me if I knew of someone deserving from the Philippines (I told him I'm from there), he would gladly sponsor. Haha.

Anyway, so I'm doing this thing Monday-Thursday 6-9 pm for the next three weeks. I also have Tuesday morning or maybe Saturday morning slots, but the schedule for the following weeks has not yet been finalized.

Happy Birthday Korinna

I thought I would start this post with "If I die, would you care?". It hurts when people you care about do not care that you are very much alive and well, especially on a day that is a glaring reminder of that fact. But why should I waste my time moping around for their forgetfulness or apathy, when I have this other bunch of people to appreciate for remembering and making me happy?

The first hour of my 21st year on earth was spent crying. I was sad because I am away from the people whom I would really love to be around to share all my life's milestones with - my family. As such, I didn't really plan for anything today. Initially, I wanted to treat it as just any other day, with no hint of any special element to it at all.

However, I realized that my birthday is important to me. It is important because it is my personal anniversary of life. It is a celebration of God's choice to place me in this world He created not as a tree nor a cockroach, but as a human being created in His own image and likeness. It is a commemoration of the day God allowed me to experience what it is like to live, to love and be loved, and to have my own free will. It is a reminder of God's grace for sustaining me, that despite all life's ups and downs, I am still here with a brand new chapter to continue my life's story.

Because my birthday is important to me, I want to thank the people who remembered it and made it known to me that they did. Thank you for those who sms-ed, emailed, and sent Friendster messages (thank God for technology). I want to thank the people who gave me tangible reminders of this special day - for the chocolates and for the NUS Centennial Roving Exhibition poster with my face on it (my father would proudly display it at home I bet). And thank you even more, for being around today and for taking your time off your busy schedule. Thank you for accompanying me to lunch that I didn't even pay for. Thank you for making this day wonderful enough for me to remove its "worst birthday ever" label. Thank you for making my day. You do not know how much that means to me. You know who you are=).

Babawi ako, promise.

Ziyi

No, not the Hollywood actress from China.



Not her, but my guy classmate Ziyi, who surprised me (and maybe most people in class too) when we got an email about an invitation for one of the NOC talks going on. On the poster was his gigantic smile and a brief description of what he has done during his NOC internship in Shanghai. Man, I won't deny I am impressed.



Anyhoo, he's supposed to be a year my senior in Civil Engin, but since he went away for one year, he's currently my classmate for some of the Year 3 electives. The first time I became aware of his existence was after one of our lectures, when someone from NOC came in and told the class that there'd be a short talk to promote NOC, so interested students could stay behind. I stayed, and since the crowd has thinned I noticed a new face in the LT. My first impression was, "Oh, we have a good-looking classmate (for a change - haha)". Turns out he was the one giving the talk because incidentally he just came from the program. He was very, very serious though. No friendly smile whatsoever. As I was very passionate about NOC then, I took the chance to ask him some questions about the program.

Then I bumped into him again several times because we were in the same tutorial group, and we'd greet each other in class sometimes. But it was always a forced, polite hi and hello. I knew this guy had no friends in class because he was new, and he always sat by himself. So sometimes during lecture breaks I'd gather my guts (because I am not naturally friendly) and I'd go up to where he is sitting to ask him stupid questions that I made up regarding NOC. Whenever we talked, it was always about NOC. He always had this businesslike demeanor, so one time I joked him and asked "Why are you so serious? How come you never smile?" And then he did.

Then I told him he could sit with us next time, but I said it nervously and it was apparent that I didn't really mean it and just uttered the words for the sake of being nice...because again I am not that type who could introduce someone to a group, be very warm, and make the person feel a sense of belongingness. It's something I am struggling with and something that takes a lot of effort for me to do, because it does not come naturally.

And maybe because I find him cute lah. Isn't it harder to talk to cute people? But I also had a boyfriend that time so I had to behave accordingly.

Anyway, he never sat with us anytime during the sem. Except that one time he was sitting in the same row as my friends and the only seat available for me was that between him and them, so we were all seated together in that same row. But that's not counted. I also see him eat alone but I was never able to bring myself to ask him to join us for lunch.

The point of this rant is that I could have done more to make him feel welcome in our class, because I was one of the first few people he interacted with in class due to the NOC talk.

This semester though, I am very happy to see him with a bunch of friends already. I mean, he always sits with them now...and that's good. He is also more "warm" now I guess. Not emanating this Donald-Trump-like aura anymore hehe.

Now I'm the one who sits by myself in class, especially when I go in late and the seat next to Rotana is occupied. See, only Rotana and I are left of our clique because everyone else went away for exchange or industrial attachment.

Anyway, I know I said all my current male classmates "cannot make it", let me now make an exception. Heehee! Now I can also express a guiltless admiration for other guys. Heehee part 2! I cannot believe I was giggling like a highschool kid when I saw his poster and the amazing description, which says:


How many 23-year-olds have already done that? Not many, right? Combine it with his good looks some more.

His nose is nice too, if you know what I mean.=)

I emailed him and congratulated him, and yep I'm going for his talk. I have no interest for NOC now though, after they have rejected me, but I'm curious about what he did over there, and maybe to show some moral support to a classmate too.

Edited:
I found his Friendster profile. Haha. I read all the testimonials and even his guy friends were saying he is a catch. (I found that unusual, btw...I thought guys would never say another guy is good-looking unless, you know...but that doesn't seem to be the case.) And people are saying he is funny and can talk crap and all. Hmm. Not quite the way I've described him in this post haha. Oh yeah, it's true, what they wrote in his testimonials..he does have a nice voice. He has this booming, masculine voice when he interrupts the lecturer to ask a question in class. Fit for a DJ, which is his part-time job before. Hee!

Letter

Hey! I just got this in the mail. This is a letter from Zulfadhli, one of the kids we interacted with when we went to Aceh last summer:





So sweet...

It blesses my heart that he is continuing his studies in Jakarta, along with some of the other kids we met in Aceh last time. I believe in them so much, because despite their heartbreaking stories of their tsunami experience, they've managed to become victors of circumstances and exhibit a positive disposition about life. They are a rare breed of the most humble human beings I have ever encountered with, and they are very eager to learn. I know his English will still improve a lot (in fact it already has, and will continue to), and I know children like him will go far in life. I wish them all the best.

PS
I wonder why the kids always ask for forgiveness in their letters?

PPS
Hmm..Wyldfire, why don't we write to the kids in Infanta too??=)

NUS Student Ambassador

This is the reason why I was so happy last Monday:





Ok, actually, I just got the confirmation today. Last Saturday was the first interview. An American guy working with the NUS Development Office called me. Fortunately, when he called, I was just sitting in front of my computer idling about. When he asked me whether it was a good time for the interview, I said yes, though in my mind I was thinking "Uh-oh", not because I was frightened of his possible questions, but because I was still wearing this mouthpiece I wear every night (bite block, as what my dentist calls it). There's some kind of weirdness going on when I try to talk with a device in my mouth that's keeping my upper and lower teeth from touching each other. But thank God, I managed to speak with him normally.

I want to forget my answers to the initial hypothetical questions he asked me, though. My thoughts were a bit disorganized, and he just replied with a polite "O-kay..", with which I sensed an absence of satisfaction. But then, good thing is that halfway through I told myself to straighten up, just pretend he is just another fellow you talk to on the phone. I told myself not to think so much that this is an interview, just a casual phone conversation. And it worked! The second half of our conversation was fluid, and I even noticed the change in the tone of my voice from being nervous to being more spontaneous. He also asked me if he could put my name down for another phone interview with a woman from London. Of course I said yes, because maybe I would lessen my chances of getting hired if I declined. Then when the interview was ending, I even casually mentioned "I hope I get selected!", with which he replied "Yeah, I hope you do too!".

Then Monday comes. The guy told me the call would probably take place between 4-8pm. Around 5pm my phone rang, and the caller ID showed a number with a country code of (+44). This must be it! So I picked up and spoke to a woman with a British accent. And yada-yada. Thank God again, the interview went great.=) She even told me that they will contact me shortly of the timing for the training sessions. That's when I became very happy, because it sparked a ray of hope that I'd likely get the job. She wouldn't tell me that if she didn't seriously consider me, right?! Heehee but still, I tried to thwart my heightened expectations because I might just get hurt otherwise.

But really, it was a moment of personal victory for me (haha) because I battled with my English. Okay, okay...maybe it's not a big deal, because most Filipinos supposedly are good in English. But when I remember that painful *sob* memory when I was about 6 years old, that certain day when I left my school ID at home and a Student Police in girl scout uniform came to arrest me because of that..(haha)..

Well, she asked me in English, "Where's your ID?".

My gosh, I felt like crying, because I didn't know how to answer her. Apart from having a "Wear your ID inside school premises all the time" rule, our school also had "Speak English in the morning, Chinese in the afternoon" rule (or was it the other way around?). I tried to grapple for the right English words, but I failed miserably. Instead, I answered her in vernacular, "Nasa bahay", with flustered cheeks and all.

Well, after 15 years, I'd very much like to face her again to tell her "AT HOME! I LEFT MY ID AT HOME AND I'M SORRY".

There. Did I say that correctly? Yay!!!

Anyway, I'm really happy that I'd get to participate in Annual Giving '06. The campaign is until March, and after that, whatever gifts the department gets is considered part of Annual Giving '07 already. I am looking forward to being part of something that seems worthwhile, because Annual Giving is actually for NUS Student Bursaries Fund. I know how it is to study with the help of other people's finances. I won't be here in the first place if it weren't for my scholarship. I learned that even though Singapore is a very affluent society in general, there are of course students who still struggle to get a good education. I remember the times I was complaining of the myriad of school things I needed to do, but I've read some students actually work the graveyard shift as hotel attendants or cashiers just to support their studies. I mean, when do they set time for studying their lessons after class? Isn't it very tiring to go to school in the morning when they've worked all night?

Anyway, it's one way to give back to Singapore society by helping to support its students, because in fact, it's the Singapore government (ergo the Singapore people) that fully funds my studies here.

And of course, the remuneration for this part-time job would come in handy for covering my US VISA application. I've also received the email about my flight booking to and from the States, and well...the fare is quite expensive...If you ask me, I don't know where to get the money. I am shy to ask my parents because I know they've spent so much just this December holidays, but well, I can't rob a bank, right? Last time I also asked my mother about this, she said she also doesn't know where the money for my fare will come from, but she has good faith that the Lord will provide if He really wills that I go. Haha...so after typing this I will talk to them about it.

So, there's a mandatory training this Saturday and Sunday, from 10am to 5pm. I would have to miss my Youth meeting (if there's any), and church.=(. But I did keep the following Saturday afternoons and whole Sundays free, so that I could you know, reserve a special time for God. I just can't express how grateful I am. He really is so gracious to me. THREE times I have bargained MY LIFE for some stupid thing I did. Three times I was about to destroy the "me" that people knew if He didn't come to my rescue. Anyway, maybe I'll get to share this story someday...like, maybe when I am forty or something. Haha. Maybe this is why I want to make it up to Him.

Anyway, I don't understand why I want to always deny it when my birthday is coming up. A more apt reaction should be that of rejoicing right..hehe well, I will just cheerfully call up NUS alumni on my birthday, because that's the first day of our Phonathon. I put up all weekday evenings, some weekday mornings, and all saturday mornings as my available slots, but my actual assigned shifts aren't out yet. I think it should be alright with regards to school work, because this Phonathon campaign will run for only three weeks.

By the way, I also appreciate it that they gave us this fancy name 'NUS Student Ambassador'. It kind of makes you want to live up to the name and thus strive to give it your best shot. Haha. I know I would.

Happy Day

I AM SO HAPPY!

Heehee...though I think now's too early to spill the details, I am just so happy at this moment.

Not related to the previous post by the way.=)

Aiyah, I hope I get it!

PS

another reason to be happy...is nm=)

And oh! I cut my hair again. But not so drastic, just the fringe. It's been bothering me especially when I try to look at the slides during lectures. Actually you really cannot tell the difference unless you're with me 24/7. The point is, all those Barbie Doll hairs I wasted as a young girl weren't such a waste after all...coz now I am my own stylist!

(And guinea pig.)

I am sorry for myself that I don't have a camera with me here. Anyway.

=)

Exciting!

A screenshot of the first part of the email I got today.

If God wills it, I would be in the US by early May of this year. WHee!

..the land of the freeeeeeeeee, and the home of the....braaaaaave....

Of family and bfs

My gosh...I miss my family so much.



The people I love the most in this universe and beyond.


I've been away from my family for most parts of the year since I was 13. I attended highschool in another city, and I was home only during most weekends and school breaks. Then after highschool, there's uni, which is right now. I am approximately 2383.59 km away from home, according to this distance calculator.

I realize that my way of coping up with homesickness had been *drumrolls* having a boyfriend, which I (fortunately or unfortunately) don't have right now. It may sound very cheesy, but it's like you have so much love to give, but since you don't have your family around, you find some other avenues to express it. Like, when I am at home, it is a need that I say "I love you" to at least any one in my family. It is imperative that I give a hug to my siblings, especially to my little sister, every single day that I am with them. It is essential that I give my parents a goodnight kiss before I go to bed, or I won't be able to sleep.

And when I am away, a boyfriend is someone I can turn to and say "Hey bloke, I love you", and the best thing is I can do it everyday. I have friends yes, but I won't be comfortable saying that everyday to someone who is just a friend. Imagine, your buddy-buddy would sms you each day and tell you "I love you friend!!!"...diba it's weird? But then again, maybe it's just me.

Anyway, before anyone thinks this is a shameless self-promotion and a personal ad for a new boyfriend, it is not. In fact, I don't think I would have another one until I finish uni. Because...it is unnatural for me to have a boyfriend who is not my classmate (both my exes were). Because I would need to be with him every single day, which is also why I cannot make a long-distance relationship work (the reason for both break-ups). Somemore, I don't think anyone of my current male classmates are interested. But if they were, all of them cannot make it too.

Of course, what I just described is a superficial requirement. The first and foremost criterion is that he must be a Christian who loves God above everything else. Yeah I know my most recent ex is of a different faith, and I can not, nor will never, say anything against him because I still respect him so much. But then this time, I also need to think of the long-term. The next one for me is the one I'm hoping to spend the rest of my life with, and thus our life-goals should be in sync.

And mine is to serve God, from now until the rest of my life.

Haha, like what Snow White says, "Someday, my prince will come." For now though, I must get used to not having one. I wonder how.

Wyldfire

This afternoon, we had our very first Wyldfire youth meeting for this year. We met in the same room where I attended my very first youth meeting, at a time when I didn't even want to be part of it. I thought that I'd just be a regular church attender, a mere spectator. Well, turns out God had other plans. And I am very grateful for that. I am very blessed to be a part of this dynamic, fun-loving, and passionate ministry that I consider my family here in Singapore. I've turned to them in most of the times I felt like I have a price tag of $0.01...you know, virtually worthless. Anyway, I dug up some photos from our yahoogroup and multiply site, and look at what I found:



This was the first time I ever performed on stage for Jesus. It was a mini-play about our Spiritual Gifts. I was the one with the Gift of Giving. By the way, look at Ivy. Haha! (Ang cute niya anoh?!)




And this one is a random pic. Me (the blue Suga Babe shirt girl), Jeunesse, Missy, and Chin. My stuffed chest, by the way, is courtesy of Rolly's Bakeshop.




This photo was taken in the linkway between Engin building and Central Library in NUS, where we used to occasionally hold our Youth meetings. My nose in this photo CANNOT MAKE IT, sad to say.




This was after the first time I danced for Jesus. (Jam for the Lamb)




And the first time I did a mime for Jesus!




And the first time I participated in a big concert for Jesus! (WIN THE NXT econcert)




And the first mission trip for Jesus! (Infanta, Quezon)


I am glad to have done all these firsts with my Wyldfire mates...and I am looking forward for many more to come.

I love you Wyldfire.

This morning stinks more than dog breath

As much as I would like to start the new year right, there are things that hinder me to do so. Like when I missed my first-ever lecture of the year, and now I missed another 3-hour lecture, because I overslept. See, I went to bed before 12 midnight last night, which is early by most university undergrads' standard, but still I didn't manage to wake up in time for my 9 am class. Since I promised myself not to swear or cuss in this blog anymore, even if filling this post with beautiful f-words would still be an understatement to how pissed I am at myself right now, I would choose to vent my irritations to some poor old piece of paper which will not see the light of day anymore.

Anyway, there is still this one starting point that is yet to come where I could seriously make things right by starting anew all over again. I know everyday is a new beginning, but since my day is coming up anyway, I would rather associate the mother of all new beginnings with it.

Oh by the way, this technological beauty somehow lessened my sour mood this morning. Look! So stunning!=) Let us all give a big round of applause and welcome iPhone to the big "iXXX" family!





Details here! Check out the SMS feature too! Just virtual keypads!

Anyway, so nice right...but not worth dying over. =)

New!

Err, Happy New Year bloggie! I know the first day of this year was already a week ago, but here's a present from me...new skin! Haha whatever.

Whoops...already past 12. After working on the new layout for hours, I'm sort of tired already, and one of the things I promised myself for this year is that I'd get enough sleep as often as possible.

And this new layout/template/skin needs some getting used to. I'm not so sure if it's..."me".

Mismo

Sometimes we fall in love
in the wrong place
at the wrong time
with the wrong person
for the wrong reason.

pwede na,

kaysa natatae ka
at the wrong place
at the wrong time
wala pang tissue.

Manny Pooh-quiao in Wowowee

This is VERY FUNNY!!! HAHHAHAHAHAHA!!! Even my grandmother liked it hehehehhehe=)

Sleepless in Singapore

For a few hours, I shall take on the role of a homeless child. I am back in Singapore, but with no roof over my head. My plane got delayed, and I reached Ridge View Residences at around 1:45 am, so of course I cannot bug the RA's anymore to get my key. Well maybe I can, but I choose not to. Kasi sabi ng nanay ko yung staff niya sa office hindi niya binubulabog sa umaga, o kapag oras ng pagkain, o kapag gabi na at nagpapahinga na sila. But I did knock on Wayne's door and tried to call him, but I assume he is now fast asleep. Kasi kaibigan ko naman siya and I assume pwede ko siyang bulabugin, gaya ng pagtawag sa sa akin before ng 3 am ata para hanapin sa akin ang passport niya, na of course hindi ko hawak.

Ok so I don't know where else to go...and this is probably that defining moment where I have come to appreciate so so much that I live in RVR, and the fact that YIH and RVR are some sort of Siamese twins. I left my orange suitcase outside Wayne's room, walked to Cheers to top-up my phone so I could call him, and when he didn't answer, I walked up to YIH canteen and here I am, blogging until the first rays of January 6 comes forth. Thank God for YIH canteen and wireless internet.

Anyhoo, there are three of us here. One of them is my classmate in TR2201 last sem, and one of them is this pale Chinese guy who is...oh my gosh...reading a textbook! School hasn't even started yet and he is already losing sleep for his academic pursuits.

So...what am I supposed to do until 9 am? Is it safe to sleep here with my laptop?

This post will be an incoherent one, by the way.

Let me post some photos instead...hmm...




Brandishing my latest hairdo. I did the haircut by myself by the way!!!


O ha, o ha


At isa pa..


My sister Paulynne (Plipaks for short - or not) and me


Plipaks and me again


And again


My brother Paolo, me, cousins


Kami na naman


Plipaks and I at the tree by the beach


The macho siopao.


Paolo's island.


Senti sunset.


Pogi kong kapatid.


Paolo and our sister Spongebob...este, YC.


Paolo the kulangot kilabot ng Pisay.


That's me, Mark Nelson of Sports Unlimited, and Plipaks. Instead of stating the obvious that he is very gorgeous, betcha didn't know he is the most humble tv personality on earth.


Look he even obliged to pose with us for the second time...


And the third! At the party, he is one of the VIPs but he took his food from the non-VIP section. No inflated ego or star complex whatsoever. Unlike his tv show partner, Diane Castillejo.


We met the ABS-CBN stars and bigwigs at Manny Pacquiao's Triple Bash celebration. Inside his mansion..


Upstairs.


The view of his mansion from the balcony of his gym just before his birthday party.



I'm already tired...it's 4:32 am and my limbs are becoming weary.

YouTube here I come.