Two days ago, I had a terrific time! Many of my good friends in Cebu were everywhere. One of the nice things I love about Cebu is how small the island is and how close the people are in here. If you're in Ayala, you'll probably bump into at least five people before you leave the place!

    The first thing I did that day was play Cashflow (trust me, it's an awesome game) with a few people from PALS at City Sports. Before the game ended, I had to leave though. The Southcrest people were in Ayala! The walk going there was pretty useless because we wound up at the same place I came from: City Sports!

    The first thing we did was bowling. It was fun! You can ask the guy in charge of bowling (Wendell) to turn the black lights on. The place looks really great because the light makes everything glow. =P The table, our shirts, and teeth glow as well. One of the best parts was that I was with the girl I like. Also, Nicole brought her cool touch-screen camera. It's a tradition that whenever we laag, we cam whore!

    After having a great time bowling, we went upstairs for dinner. It was around 7 o' clock. We were going to order something. I wanted to talk to the girl I like, the problem was that I didn't want everyone else to know it (feels awkward for some reason =/ ). The best thing I thought of was to text her, and I did! XD

    Texting didn't work though, so I had to be more forthright. I had to ask her. We went to playground area to talk. By the way, this is one of my favourite places to think (especially when I'm being picked up late). After expressing my feelings and views on a particular topic, it was her time to talk. She wanted to talk about something else.

    The topic she wanted to talk about wasn't very much something to be excited about. It was the topic most of us dread the most. She wanted us to be just friends! Although I respected her decision, I had trouble understanding the reasons why?

    The weird thing is that what I found most surprising wasn't her request. I was in fact ready to and open to it. Being ready and open to this possibiltiy was what I found surprising.

****** Still writing.. Will be in Mass first! ******

                            

Letters...

I've made some letters for my penpals from Germany and the U.S. Since it doesn't take much effort to blog it, here's the draft of the letters. I finally found a post office in Manila, so I'll be sending 'em soon! =D
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To my penpal in Germany:

Hey Aqsa!

Sorry for the late reply. I'm in university already, and it takes some time to prepare for it. I'm in another city away from my family and friends. The flight to my hometwon is only an hour away, but it's amazing how much a difference an hour can make. It takes only one hour to see my friends, family, and many things familiar to me. Now I am in different place having to meet new friends, learn a different language, and learn how to live independently. The experience is indescribable.

How are you already? =D I'm very sorry for not replying earlier, I hope it is okay. =[ You've been doing what lately? Do you have any new interests? How is school and the renovation because of those cancer causing materials? =P I'm very glad that you liked the guitar I sent you. For some reason, I did not receive the chocolate you gave sent. I do not care though, because I'm already happy you sending a letter. =)

I entered a cultural exchange program in Japan under a full scholarship! It was amazing, you will really love the culture, the food, and the people. Everyone there is very polite and cooperative. =) You will also meet people from different countries and cultures. I have a lot of friends from Indonesia, Malaysia, Thailand, India, Australia, and New Zealand. =D

My birthday is April 9, but we had a party on April 8. It was amazing! There were more than a hundred people at the venue, and we played with waterballoons and everything else. =P For a moment, all of us were like children. And we definitely enjoyed. =)

Because I was leaving for University, my friends made a "despidida." It's a farewell party for the person leaving. It was really nice because a person made a song for me; my close friends signed a shirt for me as well. =) I like this girl, and it was really nice that she attended (hopefully it's not just another teenage crush that we all have).

So you play what kinds of sports? What do you find interesting about Germany? Do you have any news about life? I'd really love to read what you'll say. =D

Ciao!
Keith
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To my penpal in the states:

Hey Heather!

Sorry for the late reply. And wow, everything's moving so fast! It was only last year when we met, and now I'm in college. Who knew that a 3 day encounter in an Alaskan cruise ship would lead this? XD How's your ballroom dancing going? Did you manage to find a new partner? =)

Everything's been great so far. I left my city three weeks ago, and now I'm in Manila! Manila's the capital of the Philippines. Ever since my arrival, I've been homesick though. People seem friendlier in Cebu. And I have a lot more friends there. =[

My birthday is April 9, but we celebrated it at April 8. =P It was awesome! The place was filled with a hundred or more people, and some of these people I haven't seen since childhood. We had a water balloon fight, and played some kiddy games (for some reason we managed to make teenagers have fun playing them! XD ). The last party I made was like 2nd grade. =P

A week later, a few friends made me a "despidida." It's a party made for someone who's leaving -- in other words, a farewell party! =D It wasn't as big as my birthday party, but that was the way I wanted it. I only wanted my close friends to be there. They made a signature shirt for me! =') I called up the girl I like, but she said, "I'll be out of town." We had dinner at a Japanese restaurant, and ordered some sashimi. =D A friend of mine said that she'll be out to get something for a while. When she returned... It was the girl I like!

After having some crunchy and savoury Japanese food, we left for the arcade. If you didn't know, you're reading the letter of the worst Dance Revo player in history. Guess what we played? Dance Revolution! =P It was with the girl I like, so it was really fun. We then walked to Starbucks and had some drinks before our despidida came to a close.

A few days before my departure, the girl I like went to my friends to write messages for me. She even wrote me a really nice letter. =]

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention the Japan trip! I'll save it for the next letter.

Now it's your turn to share your experiences. How was your Mexico cruise? Your dancing? Life? Etcetera! =D

Au revoir,
Keith
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Hopefully I'll be able to blog more, and ciao!

A Point of Realisation..

The past few days were one of the most memorable days in life I have had. Tomorrow I will be leaving for Manila to study. A few days ago and until now, my day consisted of two things: staffing the PALS seminar, and meeting my friends from the Japan scholarship program I took last December.

On the 23rd of April, it was my despidida! Kara, Nicole, and a few other people planned the event. And of course, I'm really grateful for it. =] I arrived half an hour late; unfortunately, because my dad arrived late so we had to wait for our turn to use the car. Being late did not spoil the fun at all! I was glad to see many of my close and some newly met friends. People from Sacred Hijas, Southcrest, and CIS were there. Matt, from my Japan scholarship program occupied the table as well. Because CIS is an international school, the people from there still had classes that day. I was really happy that they took their time to go and even stay for just a short period. =P What was wonderful was that Juella (a friend) made five songs that were inspired from me. Her beautiful voice and well made melodies accompanied her meaningful lyrics. These songs only took a day to make, and her reason behind it was that I inspired her. =) Of course, I was very happy she was. After the rather expensive meal at Rai Rai Ken, we went off to Timezone to play a few games. DDR was awesome! Although I was horrible, Jamie and I both had fun. =) After a few rounds dancing, I found myself extremely hot. DDR should be in a gym! We left for Starbucks for a drink (and because it was air-conditioned). I bought a cup of tea, my sis bought some chai, and Jamie bought a frap. Izzy kept sipping my tea. =P As we drove home, we found out that the remaining money we had was the exact amount to pay for the parking area in Ayala. I was aghast and disappointed at myself. My sister and I spent 700 pesos in one night. That was like 350 a person. I do not like spending to much, especially on things that will only keep us happy for the short term. 350 pesos is almost a hundred pesos more than the minimum wage in Cebu. Of course I had to be gentle with myself and see this as a lesson. =)

At the next day, I closed my bank account because I'm leaving for Manila. I read a book in Power Books; but I was told to stop reading after they found out that I was done with more than half the book and taking down notes. I was supposed to have lunch with my friends from the Japan trip, but unfortunately there was not time to do so. =[ After that we left for the PALS meeting at 5 p.m. at the same afternoon. This was where I met Joey's (the PALS speaker) son -- Kevin.

Today was the day of the seminar. We, the staff, had to arrive an hour and a half before when the seminar actually starts. The preparations were fun and time seemed to fly by. I wanted to improve my social and motivational skills so my job was to be the microbuddy leader. It was a blast meeting new people, you see things from a different perspective and learn new things when talking to people. =]

There were many important things that I've learned by being a part of the staff. There was a point when Joey asked "Who is not good in math??" I was about to raise my hand, but then I overheard Monica (my first micro-buddy) saying that these perceptions are actually programs that limit us from improving ourselves. And she was right. I was grateful to her for that. At the night we left Parklane to go visit my Japan buddies at Crown Regency. My mom bought a few boxes of pizza for us and the Manila people had dozens of Krispy Kreme boxes. It was heaven! =D After a few hours spent there, Kevin insisted that I sleep over at his hotel room at the venue. Apparently I was extremely reluctant to do so. I will be sleeping in the same room of the speaker. But after some reassurance, I was persuaded to go.

At the next morning, we had a really nice buffet breakfast at the hotel. We then went to the seminar which was just a floor above the restaurant.

Today was the most significant day of PALS so far. I learned a lot. I already knew that I was confident with talking to a few people. But what I realised, and I didn't know about it, was that I was not comfortable speaking with large audiences. I also realised that I need to improve my skills in influencing people and motivating people to do things. I have to realise that my wants are different from theirs; and that if I want to change people I have to genuinely welcome their wants if we even recognise that their wants are different from ours. I'm pushing myself outside my comfort zone right now. I definitely have made mistakes in guiding people; but it's from mistakes that we learn (everyone says this, and it's true). I asked to read a journal of a friend, she tells me that I can only read the first entry. It's amazing how much insecurity and low confidence the journal revealed this person had. It's even more amazing this person now confident and extremely prudent today. It's amazing that you can do so much in one year that can change your life.

Today I've made such a great point of realisation. The girl that I like (and the feeling's mutual) hardly approaches me. I have to approach her first. She seems to always hang out with a friend. If you would ask me what I would do when something like this happens, you would hear me say that I wouldn't mind. I was surprised that the opposite happened. A feeling... a very familiar feeling... struck me. This feeling was in my chest area. Could it be my heart? I asked myself, "What kind of feeling could this be?" It was a small taste of what I felt in a breakup -- a breakup that took me two months of tears to recover from. Of course, I did not feel that amount of pain. If you'd compare the feeling I felt today and my breakup, it would be like a grain of sand in the desert. How small this grain may be, it stung. "Why should I be feeling this way?" I asked. My logical side tells me that I shouldn't. But still... the feeling was there.

It was perhaps jealousy.

"Why the hell should I be feeling jealous?" I asked myself again. The wonderful thing about being human is that we can separate our thoughts from emotions. Animals cannot. Although doing this can be very hard (I find it hard myself sometimes), at least we still can do so. This is what I did, I separated my thoughts from my emotions.

"Why should this matter? I'm leaving for Manila anyway."

I did know that we had no possibility or potential for a relationship together. And I definitely knew that I would find another person there. This was my greatest point of realisation. I discovered that I was heading for my downfall. I realised that I shouldn't centre myself on relationships. I remember talking to the school nurse. He mentioned that from the age of adolescence to 18, we find our identity. This is the stage of finding who you really are. And from the age of 18 to throughout college, we experience the stage of "relation isolation." At this stage we feel left out when we aren't in a relationship. When we are in one, and when we break up; it becomes very difficult to cope with the emotions, especially under the heavy demands of college.

According to the "7 Habits," there are many possible centers in life. One is being "friend centered." It's very nice to have friends, in fact I tend to have as many as I can. =] The thing is, I don't think we shouldn't centre our lives on friends. Friends come and go, and they have to potential to stab you in the back. What happens when they desert you? You would feel miserable. Another centre is being "stuff centered." We shouldn't base our confidence and esteem on our phones, money, clothes and the Ferrari we have in our garage. What happens if they're gone? You can answer that. One of my favourite quotes is: "If who I am is what I have, then who am I?" This explains it very succinctly. =] There are also other centers that we may find surprising: "school centered," "parent centered." One of the centers with a very languid foundation is being "relationship centered." We should not let relationships affect the important things we do. It's okay to have as many boyfriends and girlfriends as we went (one at a time!), but we shouldn't have our well-being dependent on our relationships.

What this person, the person I like, made me realise is that I my emotions were clouding my judgement. Oh yeah, the centre that we should be in is on our principles. Principles are values and virtues that include: Honesty, Hard-work, Confidence, Honour, Humility etc... Principles never leave you or stab you in the back. And because she made me feel these feelings now, I realised how much pain you can go through being in a relationship. And I have to thank her for that. =) How can I cope up with these feelings in college? I have the rest of my life with me. Why rush? =P

This person is still significant in my life, and I still like her. Although she might still like me or not anymore, and I might do the same; she would still be a significant part of my life. =]

What A Week!

The past few days have probably been the best, the worst, and the most unique this month. I felt a lot of happiness and a lot of sadness as well.

Exactly one week ago was the evening before Valentines. I was so excited! And I knew exactly who to ask. =P I asked Nicole, a good friend, if that person had any valentine and if it's alright to ask her. She that is was probably alright. In excitement, I called her up. After a few seconds of calling, she says, "I'll think about it." At that time, my brother Chuck was rushing me to help him buy some ingredients. I wanted to make chocolate truffles as well. We took the car to Rustan's to buy some chocolate chips and other ingredients. Nicole then called up to say that she liked chocolates. =) As we drove home, the car acted funnily and the engine started to die down. Chuck started the engine again, but the engine died down again. We were out of gas! We both agreed that I go to the gas station and get some fuel. After arriving, the attendant said there was no fuel! I called up dad, and he said that he will call the maid to send a container from home. One hour later, I started to grow impatient. I called up dad but was only returned by annoyance of impatience, "She's coming!" I just went home myself with a jeepney. As soon as I arrived, she was there at the gate. My dad forgot to tell the guard to let her through! We took some gas, and brought it to the car. A problem was that the container was to wide to fit the gas opening. Fortunately, a passerby generously offered a makeshift funnel (by cutting a plastic bottle halfway). We managed to get home after some time. Unfortunately, it was really late and I still have to finish my English research. Mom finally arrived at around 10 o' clock. Although she told me to buy flowers and chocolates after she arrived, she decided to do it tomorrow. "There's no time though", "I'll just buy them for you in the morning." I just asked her to write a letter to excuse me from school at lunch, then I slept.

The morning was the same routine. Dandan was really happy though. She gave home-baked pastries and Magic cards to Nicole accompanied with a poem. I really admired him for that. He gave it with his heart! Magic cards is one of his passions, and he gave his favourite poem as well. He had the intention to say it, but the guard (soon my favourite guard=P) denied him entry to the school. =( I left for Southcrest on lunchtime to give the flowers and chocolate this lunchtime. In surprise, the flowers and chocolates weren't there! In a rush, I had to find a place to buy flowers, and chocolates. I managed to find some, but the problem is that they weren't really personalised and not as good if I probably bought them yesterday. =( Of course I was happy to give flowers and chocolates to my valentine. =) My favourite card didn't let me in though, so I had to let her give them to my valentine. After returning to school the teacher was late! And that means I'm not late. =D When I started having some lunch, the teacher just arrived! =P After school, I got picked up at 6:30. This happens everyday. I was so frustrated at my parents. It started with unpleasant exchanges of words, then I walked to my room crying (yes, I can cry). At that time, I felt as if my parents really don't care about my school. I study every night, but I told them how difficult it is when you arrive at seven and really exhausted. They haven't even read my report card! I was very upset. Then I started to remember studying at my sister's school. I worked really hard, and finished first year months earlier. I did not receive any allowance; and if I did, it was only enough to take a jeepney home. My sister's studying there now, and she doesn't study that much, gets allowance, and leaves school anytime. Probably you can see how upset I was. I talked to Chuck, and he talked to mom and dad. He came back and said that they saw my side of the picture and they'll talk to me when I calm down. I ate a lot of chocolate and some tea. My valentine sent a text message to thank me for the flowers and chocolate. I felt a lot happier. I don't know why, but when you give to others, you really do feel happy! =) I calmed down till I slept.

The next day, I started to feel better. On the afternoon, I heard something from a classmate that really upset me. I don't know why, but this really brought me down. I felt like my life was falling to pieces. I felt betrayed. All the memories of people betraying me began to be relived in my mind: The person that upset me was rejected by his group a year ago, and his group told me not to be close to him. Another person really upset me a lot as well that I cried about what he did days before that. He was a person people told me not to be friends with to be in the "cool" group. The worst memory was when a friend of mine used me to make more friends with other people for a year, then destroyed my confidence and self esteem. I started to think about building walls around myself. But then I read that the walls that protect you can isolate you as well. All my values and principles seemed useless. I didn't know what this feeling was it sadness? Confusion? A five-letter word described it perfectly: angst. This dreaded word completely described how I felt that time. And I was enshrouded by it. I turned to Dandan for advice. I've told him everything about how I felt and what happened. Talking and being listened to by Dandan made me feel better until this feeling gradually went away! The Seven Habits tells me to listen genuinely to people. After doing my best to listen to other people, I realised that I forgot to listen to someone important -- myself. It felt as a huge weight was on my shoulders, and having dandan listening really helped. There are only a few people in this world who listen to you and are honest. I'm glad Dandan is one of them. As I write this down, I feel as if every letter that I type removes a piece of the world on my shoulders. Classes ended. I knew that my parents would pick me up late so I decided to hitch with my classmate. As soon as I arrived home, I opened my folder and studied. I was still frustrated at my mom. She told me to park the car. As soon as I went back to my table, she called me up. She showed me a copy of my report card, she did her best to show talk about my grades. I had to rush outside the to contain my tears. I went downstairs to study, but I couldn't think. It was as if I have tasted all the happiness the world could offer. I took a shower in the bathroom for more than 30 minutes thinking about what happened and to let all my tears run dry before leaving.

On Saturday, I was fully recovered and happy. =) After playing badminton with Facundo, we went to Jan's house to play some PS2 and play with the new potato cannon I built! Before that Jan treated us to Rai Rai Ken for lunch. I and I love Japanese food! =D The cannon didn't work though regardless of the dozen fuels we used. =P I went home early to change and to get ready for Ridge's birthday. I drove to City Sports (free parking!) then went to Don Henrico's to see a table filled with table and the celebrant. We had some pizza, then I excused myself to leave. We went down to Red Ribbon, and bought a birthday cake. We walked back to Don Henrico's  and sang the "happy birthday" song! I had to leave early unfortunately to to go to OJ's birthday as well.It was fun!! We played PS2, some poker (no money involved), and had some beer. We left the party, and I drove facundo and Neil down the mountain. After dropping Neil off at 460, we left for Paseo to drink. It was pretty fun! I met some new people from Sacred Heart as well. Sensing that it was getting late, I urged Chuck and Facu to leave. Chuck left half an hour later, facu left much much later. His foster mom was mad at him. =P

The Southcrest Family Day was the next day. After buying groceries for my mom, dropping off Nicole (another Nicole) to her house, and then going back to Fooda again (forgot an ingredient), I left for Southcrest. They Day is incredibly fun! The first person I saw was my valentine. =) My classmates were there as well! A friend from my Japan trip was also there. I introduced him to the group, and he also had a lot of fun! We played this game where we passed around a calamansi fruit with a spoon on our mouths. I was in the blue team. At around three Dandan bought some quesadillas for me (which I truly appreciate =)  ). At the end of the Family Day was the final judgment on which team will win. The red team won by ONE POINT!! =O After that we decided to play inn the "jump and bounce" slide. It was really fun!! It might seem kiddy at first, but it definitely isn't. =) I went home and had mass before sleep.

The next day, I bought brownies for my sister's birthday the next day and a Reader's Digest magazine (along with an RD planner!). =D And the day after that, we had some dinner at Lemon Grass before sleep. =)

So that's my week!

My Mission Statement

Alright, I'm actually making a blog twice this week! Hahaha And that's really weird. =P

After going through the PALs seminar. I decided to read the Seven Habits book again. This is one of the few books you guys should read in your life. It really changes you. It's really like PALs. Haha I like learning things by reading, so I actually learned more from this book than the seminar!

I realised that I didn't complete Habit 2. I should make a Mission Statement. A mission statement is something that you live up to -- especially through problems in life. Here's how Sean Covey (the author) explains it:

    A personal mission statement is like a tree with deep roots. It is stable and it isn't going anywhere, but it is also alive and continually growing.
    You need a tree with deep roots to help you survive all of the storms of life that beat you up. As you've probably noticed already, life is anything but stable. Think about it. People are fickle. Your boyfriend loves you one minute and then dumps you the next. You're someone's best friend one day, and they're talking behind your back the next.
    Think about all of the events you can't control. You have to move. you lose your job. The country is at war. Your parents are getting divorced.
    Fads come and go. Sweaters are popular one year and on their way out the next. Rap music is the thing. Rap music stinks.
    While everything about you changes, a personal mission statement can be your deep-rooted tree that never moves. You can deal with change if yo have an immovable trunk to hang on to.

I'm going to make a mission statement tonight, and here it is! (Well, it's still a draft.):

  • Be friendly
  • Never back-bite
  • Be confident, and make people feel the same way.
  • Study Hard
  • Make your goals, and stick to them
  • "Never look down on anybody, unless your helping him up!"
  • Be genuine
  • Don't let people's negative comments ruin your day, ignore them.
  • Find positive things about people
  • Let them know about it
  • Do not do things just because everybody else does
  • Be honest

Et c'est voila! This is my mission statement so far. So if you see me do anything that doesn't agree with any of these, go ahead and slap me. =P

I also have some goals this school-year:

  • First Quarter: Get passing grades
  • Second Quarter: Get good grades
  • Third Quarter: Be in Director's List
  • Fourth Quarter: Be an honor student

These were my goals since the start of the school-year. But since a goal that isn't written's only a wish, I'd better write it down.

So far I'm on the write track. And I found out that I'm actually smart. =P I hardly study for physics and chemistry and still get good grades in them. I get higher grades in some subjects than most of the smart people in class. And what a rush it is!It's not because my grades are higher then theirs, but because I realised that actually can have grades on par with the people who have good grades. Today, I've had the highest grade in Economics (99) while the class average was in the 80's. Doing that test, I felt kinda' stupid because the rest of the guys were finished with their test while I wasn't. Seeing the results was such a boost of motivation, that I really needed to write it down!

After many nights of seemingly futile work, I finally get to taste the fruit of my labor . =)

PALs and the 7 Habits

Last week Monday the coolest seminar in the world was about to start. At that morning we just came from the beach fully relaxed. It was 12:15, and most of us weren't ready; at 12:30, we all were (well mostly)...

Our seminar starts at 1 o' clock. We were on our way there at 12:45, and my heart was kinda thumping out of excitement. What will I expect? What do I say? And those other things... My feelings were a subtle mixture of reluctancy and eagerness.

We finally arrived at the Marcelo Fernan Press Centre. This was where we had our seminar. To be honest, the place looked really cool. It was both simple and modern. It was 12:50, and the first floor was almost empty. We went upstairs, and the first thing I saw was a table and tita Marget. We signed the form then went to the room beside us.

Chuck, me, Abigail, and Hannah found our seats in the back to watch the seminar. Our charismatic speaker was none other than Joey Reyes! =P The firs thing we did was to introduce ourselves to five new people, and ask these:

  1. Your name
  2. Your school/work
  3. Your greatest dreams & what you wanna' learn in the seminar.

And it was pretty fun! It's always nice to meet someone new. =) Haha

Our first activity was where we formed "micro-groups." We choose five people we don't know and form a group. These guys are the best people you'll ever meet! One is an aspiring fashion designer (you can already tell by the clothes she's wearing, and khaki's a pretty cool color!), another is an aspiring doctor who plans to study -- and have a scholarship -- in Johns Hopkins University. Not only that, she's planning to be a brain or heart surgeon! Another person in our group is a nice "perdy" person taking ballet. She wants to start a  have five-star hotel. The last person, but not the least, is Miko! I already know him, but who cares? Haha He wants to start a ramen shop. ^^
Each of us in the micro-group had to find a positive aspect of another person's. And here's mine =D :

  • lookin' fine
  • friendly
  • sporty
  • gentlemen
  • intelligent
  • sincere
  • joyful
  • very sweet
  • caring
  • awesome
  • optimistic
  • confident
  • talented
  • brave
  • hot
  • sexy
  • and... "sexy mama!!!"

ROTFLMAO! I really cracked up at the last part. =P Not a bad set of words to be associated with, don't you think? There are so many positive aspects of a person, but all we do is focus on their negative sides. Do you know what the average number negative comments we have to put up each day? It's 2,000. Guess how many for the positive. It's 20. We get 2,000 negative comments each day, and only 40 positive comments to make up for it. How do you think we'd feel? There's a theory that, "People will keep up to the expectations you set." What I've learned is that we should change the ratio. =)

Can you guess what group of people who are:

  • confident
  • hardworking
  • positive
  • responsible
  • imaginative
  • determined
  • honest
  • patient
  • trusting
  • creative
  • and smart?

The answer is... BABIES! Think about it. Many of us had these traits a child, but the rigors of life stole these from us. >=( This is our true self. But sometimes, we are programed to act otherwise. These programs shape our attitude towards life. And our attitude affects our behavior in life.

On the same evening, Joey told us to organize ourselves into four groups. Each of us had to classify ourselves into these groups:

  1. Dominant, Formal
  2. Dominant, Informal
  3. Flow With, Formal
  4. Flow With, Informal

The "dominant" person asserts himself. The "flow with" person goes with the flow and is very agreeable. The "formal" person is systematic and organized. The "informal" person isn't systematic and unorganized. I classified myself int he "dominant, formal" group. All of us were given the choice to join any one of these groups. What's surprising's that all the groups were divided all into equal parts. The people in each group were asked to share their: Major likes, Major dislikes, Strengths, and Motivations. We were then asked whether we were "buyers" or "sellers." "Sellers" are people who propose ideas, and buyers are the opposite. Then we were asked whether we are "task" or "relationship" oriented. What's surprising is that many of the people in the dominant-formal group had the same interests, motivations and other similarities with me! There really probably are four different general personalities in the world. And according to the speaker, it's the leader who adjusts to these differences. =)

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Notre Voyage Campant

Alright, this article's meant to be written for the school newspaper. But why not hit two birds with one stone (cliche' moment)? I have an essay and an article at the same time! It's also a lot easier to think making a blog than on Word or something. Weird eh? Oh yeah this one's still a draft, so please don't mind the grammar and structure too much.

French is way cool, that's why I chose the title! It means, "Our Camp Out".

After a party and late night drinking, I woke up four hours later at seven in the morning. My things were all packed, and I was all set to go. We all met at the club headquarters -- Sugbu Study Center. The first people I saw were the two usual people, JR and [Michelle]. And also as usual, they were on the computers the whole time!Many some people were afraid to go because of the fear of the NPA. After Raymond, Jake (and his huge tactical knife), Laurenz, and Sam arrived, we left.

We took the road south to Carcar; before that, we stopped by UP to grab a guitar for our trip (seriously, what is a camp-out without a guitar?). The new SRP road cut our time by half an hour.We finally arrived in Carcar. We had the traditional Carcar lunch. It's a must for every tourist passing by Carcar to have a meal of lechon, atsara, and other native dishes. I bought some Tanduay rum for the trip. One of the people, Jun Barte, gave an idea, "Let's make poor man's Bailey's!" he exclaimed. "What is that?", I asked. He explained it's a cheap imitation of Bailey's, and surprisingly they're both almost identical! It's a mixture of a small bottle of Tanduay, a can of condensed milk, and instant coffee according to taste. We left for our next destination.

On our way, we sang sing alongs with the guitar brought with us. And finally, we were close! This was when the sign, "Vegetable Basket of Cebu" appeared. This was when my quest for tuba (fermented coconut wine) started. I have never tried it yet, but I was soon captivated by this intoxicating brew. We stopped by a store to buy some water, coffee, and some condensed milk. I asked for Tuba. As soon as we left, BANG! our car hit a pothole. Within five seconds, a crowd started to assemble around the car. Within another five seconds, the people started push and carry the van from the hole. The people surely fitted the description of the NPA, "nice people around, with no permanent address!", in the words of Mr. Langahin.

Our van steadily climbed up the steep dirt road up the mountain. We parked our car beside the Church and began our treck.

We passed by the image of the Virgin Mary at a shrine. Many things were so different than it is in the city. These people carry 150 kilogram loads up and down the mountain everyday! Water, at most places, is a quarter hour walk away. I asked for tuba at the last available sari-sari store. The road ended, we started to walk through paths. Sometimes we made our own paths, and we paid for it highly. We passed through paddies and mud. By the time we reached a house, all of our feet were full of mud! We were offered spring water drink, and we went on.

We were close to the peak. I have to say that the view was completely breathtaking! Most of us who weren't wearing pants started to accumulate scratches on their legs. Half an hour later we finally arrived. We were stopped by a man with a sign, " P15 entrance fee". Most of us were ready to camp somewhere else but we decided to take a look. "La vue c'est magnifique!" Hey it's my blog, I can write anything I want. Lol Although the view definitely was magnificent. It was getting foggy, soon it started to rain. We decided to give in to our pride and pay P15 pesos. We set up camp. Mr. Langahin borrowed Jake's tactical knife and started hammering the thin knife on the the hard wood and grass.

By the time camp was set, dinner was ready. The menu was left over lechon, rice, ampao, and chicharon. For dessert poor man's bailey's was on it. I have to tell you it was delicious! Mr. Langahin, Jake, Raymond, Laurenz and everybody else had some. We then slept.

At one in the morning, most of us started to wake up. Not because of an animal sound or because we were scared, but because we slept on wood and rocks! Mr. Langahin and Jun Barte slept soundly. I began singing La Bomba in the tent, the other tent sang as well.

Time flew very quickly. Soon, the sun began to rise. I ventured up the mountain accompanied with the other people. We took a myriad of pictures on the scenery. It was really cold that morning for a tropical country. As soon as Mr. Langahin and Jun Barte woke up, we started packing. We took a few more pictures then had breakfast. The menu was chili, bread corned beef, tuna, and some left overs.

We went back down and stopped by one of the wells to resupply on some water. Jun Barte went ahead to fetch the car for us. We finally reached the car. We had a long mass afterwards. Unfortunately some of us including me, because of the lack of sleep, took a nap (I was already hallucinating!). We left and headed for the beach.

We reached the beach! I went to stop by the nearest sari-sari store, "Nakay tuba?", in my best Visayan (which is moderately horrible). We had some salmon, bread, some coke, chicharon and the other remaining food we have left. As soon as we finished, we decided to go back to Cebu. What a great weekend!


* Hey, I'll post some pics soon.

College Essays

Here are my college essays for Ateneo and UA&P. They were just hanging around my folder, I might as well post em! =) Something's wrong with the freakin' blog, it's adding a space after every time I name a country! =S

Ateneo:
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Vincent Keith Lim Aquino July 31, 2007

Writing Mr. Cabahug

What Events Have Had a Profound Effect on You?

I was strongly influenced by a book. I was looking for something to read at a Barnes and Noble store. The book: 7 Habits of Highly Effective Teens. It caught my eye and I bought it. It teaches so much bout life: how to manage time, peer pressure, making friends & listening to people genuinely. These examples are just a drop in the ocean of information you can learn from this book. This book persuaded me to study harder and push myself outside my comfort zone.

Being in a vacation also reinforces what I’ve learned from the book. Honestly, many people outside the country seem to be less insecure than most people here; they also think win-win (e.g. The Great Compromise, no corruption, obeying traffic laws). America and Canada has become my playground to employ what I’ve learned. Everybody seems to be friendly there in North America. “Please and thank you” have become a habit to them. All these little things have changed me for the better. I’m trying to bring that culture to the Philippines. I learn a lot about life and culture in my vacations. That’s why I treasure them.

In my vacations, I always meet so many fascinating people. I’ve even grown a fondness for old people; they have so many stories and a lot they can teach. I’ve met a World War II veteran who served in the Philippines. I’ve also met this charming British lady. She’s been living in Canada and Mexico for most of her life. In bewilderment, I asked, “Why Mexico?” She told me how much  she loved how different it is there. We finally reached the subject of the Philippines. I asked, “Many of my dad’s friends are British and I have no idea why they choose to live here.” I viewed it as self-imposed exile. Then she remarked that countries all have its problems, but they all have something special about them too. She said that people can appreciate other cultures, but they should also love their own. She was right! When I arrived back to the Philippines, I was surprised by how different it is here (I knew it was the Philippines when there were no paper towels in the bathroom). The Philippines did have something special. The people vending in the streets, the traffic, and everything else all contributed to its culture. I even found beauty in the squatter area! I just remembered a quote, “Before you can place yourself in someone else’s shoes, you have to take yours off first.”

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UA&P:

Vincent Keith Lim Aquino July 31, 2007

Why I Choose UA&P

I want to study entrepreneurial management to have a better understanding on how to run a business and how to manage the risks associated with it. There are so many business opportunities and possible investments in this country. I want to use and recognise them.

Business has always been interesting to me. At childhood, I was already exposed to business. My brother and I bought and sold Pokemon cards at school. We earned a profit of a thousand pesos a week. My second business venture is a siomai stand. We earned a profit of P 1,500 a day. UA&P courses are done more in practise than in theory. This matches my beliefs

 

The book, 7 Seven Habits of Highly Effective Teens, dramatically changed my life. Unfortunately, I was exposed to it at the last year of high school. I can’t change the past; but I certainly can affect my future. The book, Rich Dad Poor Dad, changed my outlook on some aspects about money.

 

My weaknesses are based more in academics. Accounting is something I should improve in. Marketing is my strong point. I advertise products very well.

 

My interests are badminton, martial arts, photography, videography, marathon running, gourmet cooking, and the arts. Even after suffering from a broken nose in a Taekwondo tournament persisted. And won. I believe that I am hardworking, driven and goal oriented. My belief is that we shouldn’t work for money, but let money work for us.

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Okay, okay. This might not be the best thing you've read, but at least I did my best. And for the first essay, I had no idea that our writing teacher was making us write it for Ateneo! =O

Zzz... Zzz...

Whew! It's been so long since I've last posted something here. I'm enjoying a glass of wine by the way. =)

I've just read something about sleep and it's relation to internet use (weird eh?). If you didn't know, I have a huge sleeping problem. I sleep at nine and wake up at seven the next day, and I still feel groggy! I also have trouble sleeping until 12.

There's this research on the amount of PC and TV time before bed and sleep. Here's the article, http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/news/fullstory_53918.html. The longer we use the PC or the TV before bed, the groggier we feel the next day. And that's what I'm doing right now! =O

I'll be sleeping soon. My blog desperately wanted to be updated though. Oh yeah, I can't send that many testimonials or comments already. School's been really annoying lately! >=( And I promised myself to be more "naning" this year. =P

Time to go our separate ways...

Our cruise was terrific, but I'll tell you more about it at the next blog. There's one part of the cruise and my life that I won't forget. I've met this girl in The Loft, it's the teen hangout place in the ship. She's not one of those flirty American girls, she's an honor student and friendly (Chuck finds her too talkative). She's completely fascinating. At the few days of us meeting every night, I started to P6080267_1like her. I decided to tell her the night before we leave. I tapped her on the shoulder and whispered to her ear "I like you". A look of contained excitement "I like you too!". We talked to each other for a while. At the end she told me to go to Baton Rouge next time we go back to the America. We met for the very last time at the Lido deck. Here's a picture. Then we parted after.

P6080268_3I'll talk more about the trip after I recover from this. Some things aren't meant to be (or I'm just being to passionate right now!). When I'm back in the Philippines, I'll do my best at this . Hope I can conquer Filipino!

Alaska!

After our trip to Malaysia; we took a four hour flight to Taipei, Taiwan. We had to wait an hour or so before leaving for Los Angeles (something bad happened there by the way, I'll tell ya about it soon...) By the way, the airport in Malaysia was really cool! The flight to Los Angeles took around 18 hours; it didn't seem that long though since I was sleeping most of the trip.

We finally arrived. We were welcomed by two friendly immigration staff. One was Pinoy! (okay, maybe I'm a bit over-reacting)... When we were checking in our luggage, my brother noticed that one of the padlocks were forcefully pried open... We were disappointed. By the time we arrived at the Alaskan airport, we noticed that 4 out of 5 of our bags locks were forcefully pried open... This time we were pissed. The four hour flight to Alaska seemed much longer than our 18 hour flight to LA.

Alaska is sooooooooo beautiful. When you leave the airport (which looks way better than Los Angeles'), the smell of incense just fills your nostrils. I take another deep breath. That smell was the smell of pine trees, and it's everywhere! Right now, the sun set's at 11 pm and it rises at around 2 am (how cool is that!). I've been walking around the city finally with the freedom my parents gave me, I can walk alone! (sometimes it's nice to have some "me" time once in a while). Everyone here is so friendly. You can't go to any store without at least one person saying "hi" to you. People smile everywhere and have that "twinkle" (I guess that's one way to put it) in they're eyes.

I started walking around at around 7 am to 9 then I went back to the hotel and took the car around the city. Breakfast here was great by the way. I started walking again at around 1:30 visiting every single art gallery in the city; one of my favorites is Artique. They have wonderful whimsical paintings eveywhere, and that's the style I like (think Mirror Mask, if you've seen that movie). I arrived around 3 o' clock.

Now, I'm back at the hotel. We'll be visiting this place called Earthquake Park. They say it's great for pictures. We'll leave as soon as my mom comes back from buying gloves for our ship cruise to Canada. =)

That's all for now, ciao!

KL!

I'm in Malaysia right now! My first impressions were... WOW
The airport was absolutely stunning. There was a free coffee machine!=P Everyone staff in the airport wore cool clothes (think of Indian royalty, haha). Everyone here's really friendly compared with Hongkong (oh, how much I loathe that place). I had no idea that this place was really developed, you should check out the freeway; I love it! It's like having the SRP all over the city, and people from Cebu should know what that is... Haha What I really like about this place is that girls here dress modestly (alright, call me old fashioned... grr!! =P).

I'll try to post some pics of the place soon. We might be going to the Petronas Towers tommorow! Oh, and the girl from the front desk told me about a cool spot; it's an entire spot completely devoted to satay! Woohoo! =D It's called Kajang; I'll also try to visit that on the way back from Petronas.

Sadly, we're only staying here for a night. =( That's because we're leaving for Los Angeles tomorrow, then Alaska!

Malaysian food is excellent. If you've tried Thai cuisine, it's something like that but it's not too hot -- it's just right. =)

Alright, that's about it for today. This is kind of a draft though, so I'll try to edit it sometime.

Ciao!

Island hopping!

The day started out with my mom waking up me up at ten in the morning; it was Tuesday. She told me we were going to the beach...  "What? We're going to the beach? Umm... Okay! =P" I went down for breakfast, something was different though. My aunt and uncle from Manila's here! =D The thing is we don't have any relatives here in Cebu, so it's a bit of a big occasion. =)

We left for Mactan at 12 and took a quick stop at Ayala before that. We took one of those bangkas (or whatever you call those native boats! The one with 'wings' =P). We took the boat to this restaurant situated right in the middle of the sea! And there are a lot of Koreans there. Haha We began handpicking the seafood freshly caught from the waters below us. We had some scallops, crabs, squid and some fish. My dad started complaining though about the slow service, it took us half an hour to get our beer and they weren't even cold!

After a few minutes the food came and we finally got what we wanted... cold beer! The wait was completely worth it; nothing tastes better than fresh seafood. =D After finishing our meal, this bassist and guitarist came... Music! My uncle requested for a song, the "Magellan" song! He joined in the song; oh yeah, did I mention he's like the "choir master"  (or however you call it) at church. Then he sang a Frank Sinatra song... He was unstoppable!

In the end, he finally finished. We went off to Bantayan! =D Since the time I woke up, I decided not to swim. Just in case, I placed my phone in the bag because I wanted to sit at one of the boat's "wings". Here's a pic!

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That's me hanging at the wing. =P












After sitting around, I tried walking at the edge of the wing without holding anything. Guess what? I fell! =P That's when I decided to swim, Haha. That's when I realised "Oh my God! I still have my wallet" Here's a pic. That's my wallet I'm holding =)

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After the beach we went off home to rest. A few hours later, we went off to Lai Garden (home of Cebu's best siomai =D). After a hearty meal, we went of to Aziza for a drink. I finally get to try a Singapore sling!  Haha

We ended our day with a nice massage before going to sleep... =)

It's been a while...

Yeah, it's really been a while since I've blogged.

Last Sunday, we were having our usual trip to Dumanjug. It's south of the city and it's on the other side of the island. Before going there, we decided to have mass in Redemptorist (since I really didn't wanna have mass at night being all exhausted). Woah! There really are a lot of cute babies on Sunday mornings. =P Why do babies have mass that time anyway? Haha

After the mass we stopped by Fooda to grab a bag of Lays and some drinks. Then we're off to Dumanjug. We took the SRP; I love it 'cause you can really go fast there! =D Before we leave the only cool road in Cebu, my mom just said that we're going to Vietnam next week. "Oh cool, okay" and that was it! Then the music again took control of the car. My mom and dad didn't even seem really surprised about our apathy. Actually, I'm okay with Vietnam. We haven't really visited our Asian neighbors. =P

We arrive in Carcar. We had our usual lunch beside that big shoe (you can't miss it) while my mom and dad were getting the oh so famous Carcar lechon. Honestly, I like CNT better. Haha I flipped up an entreprenuer book my mom bought. Oh yeah, I'm supposed to make a business this summer... Now what should I make? =)

Okay, now we're done with lunch. We circled the huge roundabout; we ignored all those chicharon and ampao guys this time; we got bored of it. I'm craving for ampao now... Grr... >:( Haha My mom told us where we're actually going. We're going to the states this Sunday. I don't know. I don't really feel excited for some reason. I want to go experience other cultures. Where in the world can't I see American culture?! Just go to MTV and you're in. I wanna' go to Morroco or Turkey or something. Not the states. I don't think it would really be surprising that we gave the same response like last time... "Oh cool, okay".

In Dumanjug, we stopped by this German restaurant. I can't say it's the best looking place I've been to, but it's really homey -- the province kind of homey. This guy actually makes his own drinks! And they taste great.

So we've finally arrived to our destination. A two hour long trip for five minutes of respect to our dead grandparents.

On coming back, we decided to eat at that German restaurant I've mentioned. The food's actually good. And I've said, it'sn't exactly the best looking place ever. I still like Boruschia (if that's how you spell it!) a lot better. Maybe it's because we always bring wine, and our wine glasses!

After the long trip, I arrived home. That's when I started making a script for my religion project (thank God I didn't have to make the movie though!)

That's about it. Oh yeah, I have a new haircut. =P

Rhum Coke

I've just created a new concoction of rhum coke! It tastes great actually =).

Here's the recipe:
1 cup                         coke
1-2 tbsp                     rhum
1 drop                         vanilla extract
1/4-1/8 tsp              nutmeg

It's simple but it tastes great. I think people drink rhum coke because of the vanilla flavor in rhum; they just don't know it! ;)

The Busay Trip

The past few days have been good and bad.

I've received a letter from my penpal in Denmark. =D I've slept at 1 am just to make another batch of letters to my penpals in Slovakia, Denmark and Japan. Nothing can replace personal good 'ol handwriting. There's always something very special in every stroke. That means the 1 o' clock was worth it!

Our trip to Busay was alright. Although, it was better the last time. That morning, I packed up my stuff for the trip. At that time, I've recently learned a really quick Japanese shirt folding technique. It was even from Queer Eye! By the way, I'm not gay. Entering the school, I first saw Andrew, Dennis and James at their usual waiting spot -- the bench. I asked, "Where's everybody?"; "They left na". I was surprised since I was just 15 minutes late ("just" in my standards!). They were leaving also, they just were waiting for something. They've mentioned that Mr. Langahin needs a ride; so I've waited a couple of minutes, then we left. As we went up, he was talking about the college courses I plan to take. I want to take up business and culinary arts. We just kept discussing about the possible colleges and its courses. UA & P seems to be my first choice.

We've finally reached it. As I went down everybody was setting things up and sir asked to bring the stuff down from my car. I helped set up the tents and took some pictures (for our school newspaper) right after piling up our bags.

At the middle of everything. The "bell" rang (if you consider glass and spoons one). The TAAS meeting was about to start. We entered a dim room lit by its chandelier in the middle and some of it's light outside. Everybody sat at the chairs at room's walls. We all faced the table at its center. It was kinda' short. We just were discussing about what to do today and tomorrow after praying the rosary.

When the afternoon was coming to a close, everything was all at its place. Now it's time to cook! We brought barbeques, ribs and soda. Dennis and I tried to light up some charcoal, and we did (after almost an hour)!

The rain came pouring in and now our tents were all wet! I could hear shouting everywhere and I also donated my fair share. =P What was great was the teamwork we all gave. Everything was all very well coordinated. We've managed to move our tents and fit a roof over it. Then we worked together to clean up the inside. We were all soaking wet after that. Now's the perfect time to use the Japanese shirt folding technique. =P

 

The While the people were cooking, a few of us started talking about philosophy. It was actually interesting. I was arguing over whether freedom reallys exists. The question that really irked the group was "Can you kill your own mother?". That seems simple enough, but I had to make it harder by saying "You will, if there is a cause". Everyone answered "yes". I answered the same reply more than 10 times, so you can imagine how aggravated they were!

Dinner was ready. Everybody was at the table outside the house except me and the few people who were talking back there. We were playing billiards. =P We ate after most of them left the table. Everybody was getting ready to sleep in the house except us who were sleeping at the tent. We stayed up all night listening to the i-pod and drinking soda. We were waiting till morning to drink some beer. When morning finally arrived, we bought some Tanduay and some Coke since there wasn't any beer. I ended up sleeping after that, while everyone else were wide awake.

Since it rained that night, we couldn't climb up the mountain. This is why the other trip was alot better. Anyways'... we ended up cooking all our food. That meant that there were piles of food on the table (okay, maybe I'm kinda' exaggerating). While we waited for our car, we played some poker. lol

Well that's our trip. I just gave this blog a less personal touch. I'm experimenting on other styles for the Surfing Times (our school newspaper)!

The past few days...

Last week, our class was in Manila. It's too bad that I couldn't come along. =( That meant that I'd be left alone with only one classmate. All I did was stay in the library the whole day (partially because of the air conditioning =P). On friday, I've decided to be absent. Finally I could relax! I was reading and listening to music all day and some chatting in between.

I made some scones that day and they were really good! Imagine bread with a milky buttery taste. Then we drove to the dentist to have my braces adjusted. I asked him when can I take my braces of and he realised that I finally can! What's weird's that I expected my world to change. Instead, familiarity just came back that instant. It felt as if I never wore braces in my life. There wasn't any new sensation. It's neither a good thing or a bad thing anyway. What was really different is when I looked at the mirror.

The next day was Justin's birthday party. I first met up with Jane for some coffee, then I went to Parklane for the party. The food was good for a buffet. =) After that, we played at 460 for 4 hours. I met up with Hannah and Jane with her friends to watcha movie. Then we had some coffee before we go out clubbing (yeah, I'm actually suprised that I did that).

The next day (yesterday) was really great. =D A popular chef was going to do a show in Ayala. Maybe you've seen that Rocco ad? I've learned alot of good tips from him and I even had a picture with his autograph! Here's a pic...

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Here's the autograph. The other's "photoshoped" 'cause he mispelled my name!

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Here's the unedited one...

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This ad might seem familiar...

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That's about it! I'm really happy =D lmao

Ciao!

Busay Trip Today =)

It's been anothe long time since I've written here. Anywayz', I'll be quick. I've have a few things to do and a few things to pack before I go there.

It's a trip organised by our club. The club's called TAAS, meaning... Oh no, I forgot the meaning! I remember that one of those "A's" mean "alternative". lol, oh well.

We'll be meeting up at school in an hour's time. I'll be donating one of our cars to bring us up (the multicab! =P). Everybody's obliged to bring food for the trip and share 'em. I'll be bringing some rhum as well.

The last time I've been there was awesome. That was, I think, two years back. Some of us sleep in tents and some at the house -- bother overlooking the city. I remember at the tent, a couple of us would making some howling noises, and the cool thing is that the other dogs do the same! We've climbed a mountain to a shrine. The mountain was completely unpaved and at that time, it was completely muddy. A few didn't even want to continue. The half an hour climb as well worth it. I'd say it was the best view you can see of the city. The huge stone shrine of our Lady stood at the hill's top. There was no trace of civilsation around it, with the exception of the statue. We carefully crossed this barbed-wire fence to get a better scenery. After a few prayers, we climbed back down the slippery slope. The trip took around 2 hours. We were welcomed by the streets of the Ayala Heights and those huge grass-like plants which some of us took home. After that, found myself in a marathon run with someone, lol.

That's the story of my previous trip. =) I hope that it would be better than the last time! I think we'll be climbing the highest peak in Cebu this time.

Oh yeah, I'm the school's journalist for this trip. I'll be posting about the trip in the school newspaper. I was also the TAAS photographer that time. I'm not sure about now though. I'm still going to take some photos for the newspaper.

Well, that's about it.

Ciao!

A Week's Summary...

The week's been pretty interesting...

Last Friday, we've watched this play. The name of the play's Doubt. The acting was remarkable (for my standards at least =P). It was about this priest in conflict with this conservative (and extremely cranky) nun, whom I find very annoying throughout the play. I'm not going to tell anything else. It might spoil the story!

I also forgot to mention that my dad bought a new car. It's a Chevy Trailblazer. The seat's comfy and the speakers are great. You can actually here those minute sounds which you tend to neglect.

This school year kinda' sucks though since they took out Badminton Club. :'< This year I'm thinking of going back to soccer club. I'm still not very good, but I've just realised that I should be playing for the fun of it! By the way, Italy will win this World Cup (I have a gut feeling). I had a gut feeling that Brazil would be out and I was right! I'll be watching at Wine Shop for the finals... =>

I've also developed this interest in cooking the past month. It's really fun. It's also true that it tastes much better when you cook it yourself. => I'll try to post pics next time of what I've cooked.

Just a few days ago, I've just received a letter from a pen pal in Denmark. I just love the feeling of holding something that came thousands of miles where it's from. Handwriting has this warm touch that computers can never replace.

Yesterday, we ate at Mizukami's house. We did a commercial for him on his restaurant. Maybe you remember "Tabe ho dai means 'eat all you can' in Japanese". =P I was still cooking, so my mum and dad left earlier. I couldn't resist though, so I just stopped half-way when I left. As I entered, I just suddenly bowed. It was automatic! Looks like my Karate formalities still exist. =P The food was great. The ingredients were extremely simple, yet they still tasted great. After the meal, we asked Mizukami if he wanted to go to D'vine; it's this wine shop near Metro Sports. My dad chose this wine with a picture of a crane. It's a Cabernet sauvignon from Cali. It's very light-bodied for a Cabernet. So from 10 o'clock to around 1 am, I was just lounging around with some wine and familiar faces (they can sometimes be creepy ;p).

Finally today, I continued the dish I've stopped half-way; people eating it loved it. => I've left for Ayala at three just for Kumon (which can sometimes be annoying). At the end, it payed off. Since my dad was just around, he picked us up then we went straight to Kagura. They were going to make a commercial for the restaurant. Hey I'm in another commercial! After shooting the commercial, the restaurant offered this ocean of sashimi, sushi and alot others. =D The tea there's excellent, try it when you're there.

I've also found my old collection of National Geographic Magazines. I have a couple of them published in 1931! That's before the second World War. I like the feeling that these magazines existed before Anne Frank wrote to Kitty (her diary =>).

Ahh... So that's what's been happening for the week. (We might be going to that German restaurant again tomorrow =>)

Ciao!

Being Grounded

I'm being grounded right now. So if you want to contact me, please just relay it to someone I know or someone at school. I cant use the PC or my mobile right now (and I even shouldn't).

Ciao!

05/28/2006 (Not really)

I've decided to go back blogging. It's fun! I've been having some sleeping problems the past few weeks now. I've been trying to sleep till' three or four. =< I've had a good sleep today thoug. I woke up at ten just lounging around the house.

At around noon, my mom told me to get ready for church. So at three, we were ready to leave. What's curious was that we were brining some wine and some wine glasses. Huh? "What's going on?", I asked. We're going to Catmon. It's north of the city. It's around an hour's drive and a half.

Our car zooms pass a sign. "We're here!" So after a few meters, we stopped then moved back. We entered this hilly field that's around a hectare or so; we can see the beach too! It's around a minute's walk to the beach (okay more like a sprint =P). One notable thing was this shed right in the middle of the sea of grass.

We arrived. My dad told me to get the camera; so I took some short vids. We were at this German restaurant. Amazingly, it's miles from nowhere and still people come here. What I really like about it is that it's really homey. It usually only serves two groups of people at a time. There were these ducks and rabits in the place (they're all enclosed though =<). They had these cool dogs that run around. One dog's called Natasha. She can do all these tricks like sit and other stuff. The thing is that she only knows German =D.

We first started out with some great bread. I guess it's like French bread. It's goooood. Dinner at the hut started with some goulash. Then we took the wine off the cooler. I loooove wine! It's a sauvignon blanc. It had this apple flavor. Then came the main course. I loved the beef and the gravy with the red cabbage complimented it. I really didn't like it with the wine though. We should have brought reds. But the dessert was really friendly with the wine. It was apple strudel with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. It reminded me of Austria. There was where I tasted the best apple strudel I've ever tasted.

On the way home, we stopped by church. What was great was that we only stayed there for just 15 minutes. We were kinda' late. After that we stopped by Chow King for some Nai Cha, siomai, and buchi. Buchi used to be my favorite snack. I was a buchi conossieur! I've been searching for it at every Chinese restaurant in Europe. My mom wanted to eat rice instead of all that pasta. The feelintg wasn't mutual though. I couldn't even find root beer in Europe!Going back from Europe, we stayed in Singapore. At a mall there, I tracked the smell of buchi. It was five minutes away. ;P

Woah, I didn't expect talking about buchi! I don't really like it now though. It's croissants that I like!
Okay, so that's today's story.

Ciao!

I've just read this really funny post at a baddy forum. This post really made my day! =D

G'day all, now I got all your attention with the subject title, here are some interesting points I have noticed in my local club:

There are more badminton players who are single than attached.

Males outnumber females 4 to 1.

More male players are single and not in a relationship, whereas  females players seems to be always be involved in one.

More males play badminton for the enjoyment of sport and competition, whereas females tend to play for fitness and socialisation.

If the male / female are attached, female tend to have more say on how long they should play, whereas male tend to have more say on how she should play.

Female almost always seem to win in an argument with her man.

When there's a dispute on court, female will talk it over to settle the issue.  Males ask for a replay.

More females smoke than males. 

More males drink beer than females.

Males tend to run rings around female in a mixed game. Female on the other hand tend to worry wheather her partner will accidentally set a shot up for her to get smashed in her face.

During a break, male tend to seek out females for a chat.  Females tend to seek other females to group together for a girl chat.

During conversations, males tend to talk about Ti-10 vs MP-100 whereas females talk anything BUT badminton.

Males tend to have top-spec rackets with all the bells and whistles whereas females tend to have affordable rackets that is solid, comfortable and dependable.

Males usually have more than one racket in a bag whereas females generally have one only.

Females generally drink water for fluid replacement.  Males drink Coka Cola or other bottled drinks out of a vending machine.

Males tend to dress like they are at home, loose shirt and baggy pants, whereas female dress properly for occassion, track suits and all.

Males sulk, swear, throw their rackets after making an unforced error.  Females giggles, smiles or scream.

Shuttles last 15minutes in a male double's game.  Shuttle can last an entire set in a female double's game.

Males generally smash whenever the chance arise, whereas female smashes judiciously and accurately.

Male tend to have holes in their sock and toxic smells in their shoes. Female on the other hand looks like they've never wore their sock / shoes.

Females hits more clears and flat drives than males.

Males hit more smashes and stuff-ups than females.

Males tend to give words of encouragement to females during a game whereas females tend to tell her partner shut the hell up so she can concentrate.

Males spend minimal time during toilet breaks. Females generally disappear for more than 5 minutes before reappearing looking fully refreshed.

Males pick their nose and scratch their bum on court. Female flick their hair out of their face and make sure no makeup is out of wack.

Anyone with similar obseravations?

I'm gonna' to give credit of course. Here's the link...
http://www.badmintoncentral.com/forums/showthread.php?t=114

2/28/2006

Ahh... It's been a while again since I've posted. =P

While reading a couple of magazines, I came across this book. It's like one of those old Reader's Digest compilations with the cover torn out; but that just made it more interesting. => I found out it was an anthology of works from Lord Byron. I did some research on this guy and he's a kinda' scary (the Michael Jackson kind! =P). He's works are really nice though. I've got to admit that I had to laugh out those "thee" and "thy" words. Here's a two that I like:

To a Beautiful Quaker

Sweet girl! though only once we met,
That meeting I shall ne'er forget;
And though we ne'er may meet again,
Remembrance will thy form retain.
I would not say, "I love," but still
My senses struggle with my will:
In vain, to drive thee from my breast,
My thoughts are more and more represt;
In vain I check the rising sighs,
Another to the last replies:
Perhaps this is not love, but yet
Our meeting I can ne'er forget.

What though we never silence broke,
Our eyes a sweeter language spoke.
The toungue in flattering falsehood deals,
And tells a tale in never feels;
Deceit the guilty lips impart,
And hush the mandates of the heart;
But soul's interpreters, the eyes,
Spurn such restraint and scorn disguise.
As thus our glances oft conversed,
And all our bosoms felt, rehearsed,
No spirit, from within, reproved us,
Say rather, "'twas the spirit moved us."
Though what they utter'd I repress,
Yet I conceive thou'lt partly guess;
For as on thee my memory ponders,
Perchance to me thine also wanders.
This for myself, at least, I'll say,
Thy form appears through night, through day:
Awake, with it my fancy teems;
In sleep, it smiles in fleeting dreams;
The vision charms the hours away,
And bids me curse Aurora's ray
For breaking slumbers of delight
Which make me wish for endless night:
Since, oh! whate'er my future fate,
Shall joy or woe my steps await,
Tempted by love, by storms beset,
Thine image I can ne'er forget.

Alas! again no more we meet,
No more former looks repeat;
Then let me breathe this parting prayer,
The dictate of my bosom's care:
"May heaven so guard my lovely quaker,
That anguish never can o'ertake her;
That peace and virtue ne'er forsake her,
But bliss be aye her heart's partaker!
Oh, may the happy mortal, fated
To be by dearest ties related,
For her each hour new joys discover,
And lose the husband in the lover!
May that fair bosom never know
What 't is to feel the restless woe
Which stings the soul with vain regret,
Of him who never can forget!"

Here's the other one:

To mary, on receiving her picture

This faint resemblance of thy charms,
    (Though strong as mortal art could give,)
My constant heart of fear disarms,
    Revives my hopes, and bids me live.

Here, I can trace the locks of gold
    Which round thy snowy forehead wave;
The cheeks which sprung from Beauty's mould,
    The lips, which made me Beauty's slave.

Here I can trace---ah, no! that eye,
    Whose azure floats in liquid fire,
Must all the painter's art defy,
    And bid him from the task retire.

Here, I behold its beauteous hue;
    But where's the beam so sweetly straying,
Which gave a lustre to its blue,
    Like Luna o'er the ocean playing?

Sweet copy! far more dear to me,
    Lifeless, unfeeling as thou art,
Than all the living forms could be,
    Save her who plac'd thee next my heart.

She plac'd it, sad, with needless fear,
    Lest time might shake my wavering soul,
Unconscious that her image there
    Held every sense in fast control.

Thro' hours, thro' years, thro' time, 'twill cheer---
    My hope, in gloomy moments, raise;
In life's last conflict 'twill appear,
    And meet my fond, expiring gaze.

2/08/2006

Here's an article that I like. I hate it when people tell me that I have no moral values or that I'd be the first to do something unethical just because I have no religion.

I am an atheist.

And no, I don't kick puppies or steal candy from babies. I don't hate God, but I don't have any secret desire to worship him either. Nor do I worship Satan. I'm not angry or depressed; I'm quite happy as I am, actually. In fact, I'm a person just like you. You probably wouldn't recognize me if you passed me on the street.

But I am indeed an atheist. What this means, quite simply, is that I don't believe in any gods. Not Jesus, not Yahweh, not Allah, not Vishnu, not Odin, not Zeus, not Gaea, not Quetzalcoatl, not Marduk, not Ahura Mazda, nor any other of the thousands and thousands of deities humanity has invented throughout its history. I don't single out any of them - I treat them all the same, and lack belief in each one equally. As far as I'm concerned, they're all imaginary - mere products of the human imagination and nothing more.

In this respect, I'm probably not that different from you. After all, most theists reject all but one of the many gods humans have invented. I just reject one more god than most people do.

I'm not an atheist because I hate God. To hate God I would first have to believe in him, and then I wouldn't be an atheist anymore. Nor am I an atheist because I hate my father or any other authority figure; I don't. I'm also not an atheist because I had a bad experience with the church, or because I want to live a hedonistic life free of moral restriction, or because I'm too proud to acknowledge the possibility of something bigger than me. None of these things are true. Simply put, the reason I am an atheist, and the reason most people are atheists, is the complete lack of convincing, credible evidence for the claims of any religion. This is not the only reason not to believe, however. Some people have become atheists after seeing the terrible harm caused by religion, the malice, cruelty and suffering inflicted in God's name. Others have deconverted after coming to the realization that a loving god would not allow pain and suffering. Still others may simply have been raised without religion; after all, atheism is our default state. No one is born believing in gods - we have to be taught that. (For a more comprehensive list of reasons not to believe, see "The Necessity of Atheism"; for more on why evil is incompatible with the existence of a loving god, see "All Possible Worlds".)

Atheism is a much more consistent and unified position than the swamp of squabbling sects that is theism. However, it does come in various flavors. Some atheists prefer to call themselves freethinkers or humanists; the former term emphasizes free, unrestricted thought and the forming of opinions based on evidence and reason rather than tradition and authority, while the latter advocates the essential liberty, dignity and freedom of humanity and the need to take responsibility for one's own life. Other descriptive terms include rationalist, empiricist, naturalist, secularist, skeptic, and so on. Another term was coined by the originators of the "Brights" movement, who proposed this word as a positive and optimistic description of those who hold a naturalistic worldview. Yet another subgroup of atheism is the agnostics, who hold that the answer to the question of God's existence is unknown and perhaps unknowable. There is considerable overlap between these groups, of course. For example, I consider myself both a freethinker and a humanist, and I sympathize with the goal of the Brights movement, but I generally call myself an atheist.

In addition, there are two subgroups of atheism itself. There are the weak atheists, who state that they do not believe in gods, while strong atheists go further by asserting that gods do not exist. The difference is subtle but important. Most atheists are weak, some (a few) are strong, while others may be weak atheists in general but strong with respect to certain gods (such as those whose attributes are defined such as to make their very existence self-contradictory and thus impossible). I personally consider myself a weak atheist, though this should not be taken to imply that I am uncertain about my position. It is merely that I recognize that a supernatural being that did not want to provide evidence of its existence could never be ruled out. On the other hand, there is no evidence for such beings either, and I believe only in propositions for which there is a reasonable quality of evidence.

The only ironclad requirement for atheism is a lack of belief in gods. Almost invariably, however, atheists lack belief in supernatural phenomena in general, including psychic powers, angels and demons, or a soul that survives the physical death of the body. Like gods, we hold these things to be superstitious fantasies, invented by primitive groups of people for a variety of reasons and still in existence today mainly because of human credulity and their potential to allow a privileged few to make money from or rule over and oppress others. Other than a lack of god-belief, however, there are no requirements for being an atheist. Atheism has no dogmas - it does not impose a moral code, set rules of behavior or demand obedience to a central authority, and individual atheists are free to form their own opinions on whatever topics they choose. There are atheists from all walks of life, atheists of all ages, genders and ethnic backgrounds. Some atheists are liberal, some are conservative; some are pro-choice, some are pro-life; some support communism, others support socialism, and others support capitalist republican democracy.

In short, atheists are ordinary people, just like everyone else. We hold jobs, pay taxes, raise families, and do all the other things that normal people do. We don't ask for much, either. I fully respect the right of people to hold and practice whatever beliefs they want, as long as they don't attempt to force those beliefs on me or use them as justification to cause harm to others. What that means is strong separation of church and state: no teaching of religious myths in public school science classes, no religious commandments posted in public school classrooms or courthouses, no taxpayer money going to fund churches, no state-supported prayers, and no religious litmus test of any sort for any public position; in short, no government preference of one religion over any other or religion in general over non-religion. We also ask for the freedom of speech to disseminate information about our position free of censorship, freedom of conscience to think and believe as we feel best, and the freedom to pursue happiness in whatever form we find it so long as doing so does not interfere with the equal rights of others to do the same. I feel that these rights are nothing more than what we should expect from a modern, enlightened democratic society.

Unfortunately, some people persist in spreading misinformation about what it really means to be an atheist. Listed below are a few of the most commonly heard myths about atheism, along with their refutations.

Another Marathon!

I'm joining another marathon! This'll be my second marathon. I haven't trained for days now though; so I'll have to work harder tomorrow. I don't think I really need to rest the few days before the marathon since it's only going to be a 5-K race. I'm still going to load on the carbs though. The marathon's going to be on sunday. It's the Midnight Run, so it's going to be starting at 12 am. For those who wants to join, please do! Hehe. We'll be meeting up at City Sports at 10pm this saturday.

NO CLASSES TOMORROW! =D Tomorrow's going to be our school's Christmas presentation. Only those guys who were chosen to perform goes (how I pity them =P). I'll just have to go there at six.

Okay, sorry for the brief blog. I'm going to play badminton and have some vegemite =P

12/11/2005

I've just tasted the Vegemite! The first time I've tried it, I found it horrible. That was because I tried it with the Vegemite layer that's half an inch. I've just recently tried it with butter and this time, with a very thin layer of that substance. It actually tasted great!

I've also just read the Newsweek a few days ago and I found out that Coconet, a Philippine company, won The World Challenge! If you wanna' learn more about it, here's its website...

http://www.theworldchallenge.co.uk

Right now I'm listening to a different musical. I'm sure many of you have heard of Le Miserables. This has recieved alot of good reviews. It's too bad that the musical isn't in a movie. It's too bad the majority of the Philippine population doesn't listen to this (45% under the poverty line =< ). You can listen to some of its songs at its site...

http://www.lesmis.com

Just click the "20 YEARS" link, then go to "Sights and Sounds", then "Music". You can go to the photo link to check out its cool stage design. Hey, I haven't bought the book yet! =P Okay, I should promise myself to buy it next weekend.

12/08/2005

Today, I've missed classes. The morning was just mass and a pilgrimage anywayz. My aunt's trip was moved so she chose to leave today. We borrowed some snorkels then took a boat to an island (I forgot the name). Surprisingly, there were alot of tourists there. The fish and coral were great! Just bringing a bag of rice really attracts the fishes. My aunt says that the coral variety is much greater than Australia's. This makes me less surprised why tourists come here.

After that trip, we left the hotel for the airport. Our relatives were now leaving for Manila (and one for Australia). She left me some vegemite! I was really curious how it tastes like; and it actually tastes like solidified soy sauce. I'm trying it out with butter next time. I'll post how it tastes sometime.

Okay, that's all for now. =P

12/05/2005

Today's been horrible. The past week in fact has been horrible. I have found out that the person I like has never liked me back. What aches even more is that I have lost her trust. I do not know why and how I did it; and she won't tell me. This happened last friday. I felt that I have one again become a living death.

The day after that, I went to her school's intrams and their Christmas bazaar. The only time I found her was from a short glance. I left early.

Right now, I'm still trying to find why I had lost her trust. This and knowing that I had been irking her really gave me a bad day. Two hours worth of badminton really did help out alot. This really helped me out in forgetting about it.

I want to think that this is just the rough part of life's road and it's going to be over soon =>
besides, what do I really get by just weeping?

My aunt's going to back to Canberra on thursday instead of today (yeah!). She's really lively for her age, and I also get to ask her heaps of questions in economics. She's getting her Ph.D in economics soon from the Australian National University. I intend to migrate there (or another country) when I'm much older (it's still a long way from now). She also keeps urging my parents to migrate there (which I really want, hehe =P). She's already some veggemite here. Now, I'm asking her for a year's supply of Horlicks. =P

Whoah, that last one was surprisingly long. Okay, I guess that's all for now...

The POTO Book...

The Phantom of the Opera book was great!

The book shows the past of both Crhistine and Raoul. It also shows a little of the Phantom's indefinite past. The Phantom's name's Erik! I also found out that "O.G." meant "Opera Ghost". It mentions Christine's and Raoul's romantic childhood.

The book gives a better description of the Phantom's voice. Here's a quote:

She wrote on, filling two, three, four sheets.  Suddenly, she raised
her head and hid the sheets in her bodice....She seemed
to be listening... Raoul also listened... Whence came
that strange sound, that distant rhythm?...A faint singing
seemed to issue from the walls...yes, it was as though
the walls themselves were singing!...The song became plainer
...the words were now distinguishable...he heard a voice,
a very beautiful, very soft, very captivating voice...but,
for all its softness, it remained a male voice...The voice came
nearer and nearer...it came through the wall...it approached
...and now the voice was IN THE ROOM, in front of Christine.
Christine rose and addressed the voice, as though speaking to some one:

"Here I am, Erik," she said.  "I am ready.  But you are late."

Raoul, peeping from behind the curtain, could not believe his eyes,
which showed him nothing.  Christine's face lit up.  A smile
of happiness appeared upon her bloodless lips, a smile like that
of sick people when they receive the first hope of recovery.

The voice without a body went on singing; and certainly Raoul had
never in his life heard anything more absolutely and heroically sweet,
more gloriously insidious, more delicate, more powerful, in short,
more irresistibly triumphant.  He listened to it in a fever and he
now began to understand how Christine Daae was able to appear
one evening, before the stupefied audience, with accents of a beauty
hitherto unknown, of a superhuman exaltation, while doubtless still
under the influence of the mysterious and invisible master.

And here's a description of he makes his Don Juan Triumphant:

"Then I saw the keyboard of an organ which filled one whole side
of the walls.  On the desk was a music-book covered with red notes.
I asked leave to look at it and read, `Don Juan Triumphant.'
`Yes,' he said, `I compose sometimes.'  I began that work twenty years ago.
When I have finished, I shall take it away with me in that coffin
and never wake up again.'  `You must work at it as seldom as you can,'
I said.  He replied, `I sometimes work at it for fourteen days
and nights together, during which I live on music only,
and then I rest for years at a time.'  `Will you play me something
out of your Don Juan Triumphant?'  I asked, thinking to please him.
`You must never ask me that,' he said, in a gloomy voice.
`I will play you Mozart, if you like, which will only make you weep;
but my Don Juan, Christine, burns; and yet he is not struck by fire
from Heaven.'  Thereupon we returned to the drawing-room. I noticed
that there was no mirror in the whole apartment.  I was going
to remark upon this, but Erik had already sat down to the piano.
He said, `You see, Christine, there is some music that is so terrible
that it consumes all those who approach it.  Fortunately, you have
not come to that music yet, for you would lose all your pretty
coloring and nobody would know you when you returned to Paris.
Let us sing something from the Opera, Christine Daae.'
He spoke these last words as though he were flinging an insult
at me."

Here's a description of the song:

"He had let go of me at last and was dragging himself about on the floor,
uttering terrible sobs. And then he crawled away like a snake,
went into his room, closed the door and left me alone to my reflections.
Presently I heard the sound of the organ; and then I began
to understand Erik's contemptuous phrase when he spoke about Opera music.
What I now heard was utterly different from what I had heard up to then.
His Don Juan Triumphant (for I had not a doubt but that he had rushed
to his masterpiece to forget the horror of the moment) seemed to me
at first one long, awful, magnificent sob.  But, little by little,
it expressed every emotion, every suffering of which mankind is capable.
It intoxicated me; and I opened the door that separated us.
Erik rose, as I entered, BUT DARED NOT TURN IN MY DIRECTION.
`Erik,' I cried, `show me your face without fear!  I swear that you
are the most unhappy and sublime of men; and, if ever again I shiver
when I look at you, it will be because I am thinking of the splendor
of your genius!'  Then Erik turned round, for he believed me, and I
also had faith in myself.  He fell at my feet, with words of love...
with words of love in his dead mouth...and the music had ceased...
He kissed the hem of my dress and did not see that I closed my eyes.

Here's my last quotation. And I really love this. It clearly shows how he felt...

Erik here rose solemnly.  Then he continued, but, as he spoke,
he was overcome by all his former emotion and began to tremble
like a leaf:

"Yes, she was waiting for me...waiting for me erect and alive,
a real, living bride...as she hoped to be saved....And,
when I...came forward, more timid than...a little child,
she did not run away...no, no...she stayed...she waited
for me....I even believe...daroga...that she put out
her forehead...a little...oh, not much...just a little...
like a living bride....And...and...I...kissed her!...
I!...I!...I!...And she did not die!...Oh, how good it is,
daroga, to kiss somebody on the forehead!...You can't tell!...
But I!  I!...My mother, daroga, my poor, unhappy mother would never
...let me kiss her....She used to run away...and throw me my mask!
...Nor any other woman...ever, ever!...Ah, you can understand,
my happiness was so great, I cried.  And I fell at her feet, crying
...and I kissed her feet...her little feet...crying.  You're crying, too,
daroga...and she cried also...the angel cried!..." Erik
sobbed aloud and the Persian himself could not retain his tears
in the presence of that masked man, who, with his shoulders shaking
and his hands clutched at his chest, was moaning with pain and love
by turns.

"Yes, daroga...I felt her tears flow on my forehead...on mine,
mine!...They were soft...they were sweet!...They trickled
under my mask...they mingled with my tears in my eyes...yes
...they flowed between my lips....Listen, daroga, listen to
what I did....I tore off my mask so as not to lose one of her
tears...and she did not run away!...And she did not die!...
She remained alive, weeping over me, with me.  We cried together!
I have tasted all the happiness the world can offer!"

And Erik fell into a chair, choking for breath:

"Ah, I am not going to die yet...presently I shall...but let
me cry!...Listen, daroga...listen to this....While
I was at her feet...I heard her say, `Poor, unhappy Erik!'
... AND SHE TOOK MY HAND!...I had become no more, you know,
than a poor dog ready to die for her....I mean it, daroga!...
I held in my hand a ring, a plain gold ring which I had given her
...which she had lost...and which I had found again...
a wedding-ring, you know....I slipped it into her little hand
and said, `There!...Take it!...Take it for you...and him!
...It shall be my wedding-present a present from your poor,
unhappy Erik.....I know you love the boy...don't cry any more!
...She asked me, in a very soft voice, what I meant....
Then I made her understand that, where she was concerned,
I was only a poor dog, ready to die for her...but that she could
marry the young man when she pleased, because she had cried with me
and mingled her tears with mine!..."

Erik's emotion was so great that he had to tell the Persian not
to look at him, for he was choking and must take off his mask.
The daroga went to the window and opened it.  His heart was full
of pity, but he took care to keep his eyes fixed on the trees in
the Tuileries gardens, lest he should see the monster's face....

Read it. You'll love it.

I've also found a cool site. It's the official POTO movie site in Japan. It shows short videos of the original musical.

Mardi Gras!

I couldn't write yesterday since I was a bit busy.

I woke up at seven yesterday (at a weekend!) to do my school project. On the way there, I signed up for the marathon, the MTV Queen City Run. We were designing a person's biography for science. We then went to SM to print our stuff and went back to put em' all together. We ended at 1.

After leaving my classmate's house with an apple and a banana (hehe), we went to SM to pick up a person that was also joining the marathon I was joining. We measured the distance between SM and the Lapulapu City Hall, since we doubted its actual distance. It was right; it really is 10-K (through the new bridge of course).

We arrived at the venue an hour ahead. This gave us time time to change and warm up. There were many hilarious people in costumes. Many were quite funny! Watching them helped pass the time.

When the gun at last fired, we went off. The first obstacle was the new bridge, which was kinda' steep. At the end of the bridge was the first water station, which marked the first kilometer of the run. It was a little difficult drinking from the cup while running. Most people threw them half empty.

After the second water station, lethargy started to set in. This changed after I saw the 4th checkpoint. This checkpoint uniquely had invigorating music. I was drawn to its hypnotic beats.
I drank some water from the cup, then splashed rest on my body. This suddenly cooled my body, which really was relieving.

I finally reached the last kilometer. I ran with all I had at the last two or three kilometers (most runners do!).

AT LAST, I MADE IT!

I really want to place emphasis on that feeling. That feeling of accomplishment.

I then watched the Harry Potter movie, now that I'm in SM. After the movie, I decided to go backt to the party. Honestly, I hated it. It was no different from a rock concert, since it was one! I'm not saying that rock sucks, It's just not my taste.

Okay, that's my marathon!

My Sem Break...

Last Sunday, my mom recieved a call that her
brother is now in a coma. At that same morning,
she bought a plane ticket for Manila leaving at
that evening. My mom recieved countless missed
calls and messages in her phone while in Mass
(although I don't believe in a God, my parents
don't know that). After Mass, she read the
messages with the bad news. Her brother died. She
cancelled the flight and instead left two days
later (tuesday).

I arrived in Manila that thurday for his funeral.
You shouldn't pity because I hardly know him. I
really pity his twelve year old daughter and his
younger brother who isn't going to have a father
to grow up with. We played UNO with them to cheer
them up, and it did kinda' work.

Saturday was his burial and we were told to dress
in white (shouldn't it be black?). I have some
good pictures, I'll be posting it in my blog or
the photo album. That day was the official day of
our family's and relative's vacation!
Most of them are from other countries; so instead
of the plan of eating at a really good Chinese
restaurant, we chose to eat Pinoy (slang for
Filipino) food.

A few days later, our family decided to have a
trip to Bagiuo. Since both my mom and dad didn't
want to go driving (it's a six hour drive!), we
took the bus. Bagiuo's really known to be cold,
but I found it kinda' hot. Again, I have some cool
pictures, and I'll be placing em' in my blog or
photo album. We left the night after arriving all
tired (we came back at 1am).

There are only two reasons why I go to Manila. I
go there for Power Books (a Pinoy version of
Barnes and Noble) and popular restaurants that we
don't have in our city. I went to Power Books and
bought The Phantom of the Opera book, which I
can't find anywhere here. I'm a big "Phan" of the
movie! I usually buy tons of books, but I couldn't
since I was only there briefly. I was satisfied
with everything except that I coulnd't eat at
Cinnabon. They have the best cinnamon rolls in the
world!

This wednesday, we were preparing to come back
here and I was kinda' sad leaving. We arrived at
the airport on time (well, at least we thought we
were). The plane left an hour earlier! Our
vacation was extended.

Now, I'm back here!

Well, that's the story! (hey, this
makes and excellent blog!)

10/23/2005

Yesterday, I had to wake up at 7 (which is too early for me) to go to