Province Again Day 5 pt 2

 My four faces of boredom! LOL



SWIMMING!!

Today's Destination: Cora's Pool and Garden

Entrance:
[Day time] 50php Adult; 30php Children
[Night Swimming] (I forgot! LOL)
Cottages: 150/250php




I was expecting the place to be empty. But it isn't. A group of people are already there swimming amidst the greenish warm pool water. Yes, you read right: the water was green and warm. Hmm maybe because the sun was striking hot and that the water absorbed all the chlorophyll of the leaves that fell on it? Or maybe.. Ehem, I don't want to go there :)) Let's just put it that way: the water was green and warm.

 

Okay, time to describe the people we saw there. ^_^ >:)

Hmm, of course - it was already a default - the guys were tan. Well doesn't the tan of the body add appeal especially to guys? Hmm. Having a tan skin tone is like 2nd in my checklist ;) Okay, moving on. They seem to be party people, and drunk. Empty bottles of Red Horse were seen on top of their table. Well of course, we felt shy. But we had to ignore them - especially the staring-at-you part - to have fun.

It wasn't long before they all went POOF. We finally had the pool to ourselves. And as a tradition - well our family's tradition.. OKAY! MY tradition - we had to play TAG! FUN FUN FUN!

Well, this is me (the picture on the left) saying: I HAD FUN! And woot, i guess they did too ^ :)

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Province Again Day 5 pt 1

June 4th, Daylight..

My dad woke me up by my window as he shouted my name. It was noon already. I overslept.

The table was empty except for two burger buns with peanut butter in it. I guess it was left behind for me to eat by my dad. But what about lunch? I checked the pan - monggo beans. Luckily someone came over and brought three meat dishes - menudo and two dishes I couldn't name.

my mom combing my dog, Nala

Outside, at the back of our house, i found my newly bathed dogs, Nala and Puma ^_^ Aren't they cute?

My mom also informed me that they don't have any flees anymore so I can cuddle them anytime! YAY!

 

And they are still working on our new wall. I think they're doing a fast job. ^_^

Plans for later: SWIMMING!!! I'll make a post about it later. (_-.-)

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An Escape from Cyber World

Recently, I must admit I was quite addicted to computers. I let myself focus on the pixels my computer might offer me. At the same time, I turn away from all the beauty life may offer us. I sit there, caged from the vicinity of my computer area while life around me keeps blooming on, moving on while I was there, left behind in front of my computer.

Thanks to the recent happenings - most specifically going in the province - I learned how to enjoy life again. I once thought that happiness lies within the computer screen, because I once thought life outside the cyber world was boring and insignificant to me. But right now, I'm proving myself wrong. I also once thought that I couldn't survive without a computer. And again, I'm wrong.

Computers are quite beneficial indeed to us, for communication, education and for many more purposes. Yes, it is quite useful to know other people from all over the world, but isn't it more important to know the people NEAR us? It has been quite a while since I set foot outside our house just to sit there and watch the world go by, and probably meet new people or meet people I've never talked to for a very long time.

I won't explain further as I'll let you guys experience it at first person's point of view.. Right now, all I know is that it gave me something I'm missing for a very long time.

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Province Again Day 3

June 02, 2011

I woke up at around 8.45am, finding myself bathing in my sweat. There was no electricity. I tried to sleep it off, but my body just couldn't stand the heat. My head hurt and I just feel restless. I just need to get up, I thought.

With no electricity, I found myself going to one place to another. Laid down on the living room sofa, then went to the duyan outside, then sat on the tumba-tumba (rocking chair), then went back to lay down on my bed. I just couldn't handle the heat.

We finally decided on going swimming. I got excited. Only to find that it started drizzling. Swimming or bathing in the rain? Either of the two options sounded delightful - they were both refreshing.

Well, with every two separate roads, one must be chosen. We chose to bathe in the rain.

The rain started pouring in wildly. Large heavy drops of water fell down from the sky as hard as arrows coming down during the war. They were painful on the skin, like needles darted towards you. And then comes the freezing winds that roars wildly along the beat of the falling rain. One may consider this symphony but to my ears, they were definitely not. The rain was harsh, and the wind was cold. And my body was shaking as if I'm epileptic. We walked on the streets, walking by people - mostly guys strutting their tanned bodies, even some toned muscles, with their arms curled on their stomach. It was cold, and I know they, too, were freezing. Despite the coldness, it was still great. It was still great to experience bathing in the rain.

I then decided to wash all the rainwater from my skin, and change clothes. And here I am, finally with the electricity being back on, writing this once again boredom-inspired blog post. I know I'll be back writing more. ^_^
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Province Again Day 2

I woke up in the middle of the night - around 3am - and found myself almost unable to sleep again. The wind was chilly, and my electric fan was steady, faced at me. It was very cold. My pillows were thin, and I didn't have any blankets with me.

I finally had some sleep. I woke up at around 10am . I had my breakfast - bread buns with peanut butter - and it was quite unappetizing. I barely ate anything. It was getting hot and humid so I decided to take a shower and to apply hair treatment. After showering, I ate lunch.

I know, I know.. this post is getting BORING. ^_^ That's the reason why I'm even posting this - it's boring in here.

After the quite tasteless lunch we had, we went to SM Rosales. We watched Kung Fu Panda 2!! It totally rocked my day. The plot was fast paced and it had more action scenes in it than the first movie. I also found Baby Po sooooo cute! [darn, I want a pet baby panda right now] My mom went to do one of her guilty pleasures - bingo. And it was worth it - for her. She won a net total of 2.5k which was really cool, considering the prizes here were relatively low compared to the bingo places in the city.

After the tiring day at the mall, we decided to have a refill at Razon's in Urdaneta City. Razon's is known for their delicious Halo-Halo, but it was quite disappointing to find it unavailable. I ordered their palabok instead, along with some fries and toasted bread. Still, it was all worth it.

And now, I'm right here at home, writing this boring stuff to you guys. Haha I'm imagining you guys already imagining my boredom. ^_^ That's life.

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Province Again!

May 31, 2011

Went back to the province, Pangasinan. Hmm expectations: boring, boring, boring. Well I brought my monopoly board to avoid meeting that expectation. I want to end up having fun - somehow.

Arrived at around 4pm. So far, I found myself in front of a quite awkward view as I step out the car door. There were people taking a bath by our deep well. Well, that was one site you might want to erase from your memory. Haha I better get an appointment with Dr. Mierzwiak (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind).

Okay, skipping that part.. I got to play Monopoly! Yay! And of course, I still keep the crown. Winning four consecutive wins, ehem, makes me king of monopoly! LOL

Around 9pm, i went out to get some air. And I found myself amused by the number of twinkling stars on the black blanket above us, winking at me one by one. It's so different here in the province. So many stars, cool gentle breeze that brushes through my hair, and such amazing sites to see - not to mention the cute little ducklings wandering around our yard. Yes, I kinda didn't like going here, but right now, I'm enjoying every bit of it.


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Still Hope For Pasig River?

 Pasig River (Ilog Pasig), a river once known for its beauty and its fast current. But that was before. After World War II, the river was left abandoned, making some informal settlers to decide in settling there and some factories left behind dump their wastes in the river. Slowly, the river became polluted - now, just a stream of muddy water.

I am quite depressed to see the river - silent, dark and crowded with floating trash - as I ride the Pasig-Quiapo jeep everyday. The sight of it's greyish - nearly black - color makes me wonder "Is there still hope for Pasig River?"

As the government push through with their effort, throwing-trash-into-the-river thingy goes on and on without end. How would that clean Pasig River? It's just like filling a tank of water with holes underneath, making the rate of volume change small - nearly negligible. It's so sad to notice that Pasig River might not have a chance into getting its beauty back. Well anything's possible and I still see that tiny glimpse of light - tiny glimpse of hope. And that's what all matters



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Dreaming of Butterflies

While sleeping, our minds create images - illusions may I say. We were made to believe that we are in the world our mind has created us. We were bound in a movie, a show, our mind has created, but do they mean anything? Do dreams really portray or tell us something? Do they tell future events? The purpose of dreams are really ambiguous. However, dreams can be interpreted. But what does mine tell me? I don't know, but here's how my dream went.

I was walking with this guy, i barely remember how he looks like, how he stood, if he was my height or if he was taller, all i know that his skin was kind of pale. We were walking in a grassy plain when suddenly i found a bunch of flowers - as far as i could remember, they were either persimmon red or white. I held one in my palm then a white butterfly came dropping by. I asked the guy, "if there are many flowers out here, how come there aren't plenty butterflies around?". He answered me, he told me something i couldn't remember. All i know is that he told me something. Then I stood up and looked around to see that we were standing in the middle of a field of flowers, colorful and bright, with hordes of white butterflies flying around us.

How can that be interpreted

Flowers : To see colorful flowers in your dream, signify kindness, compassion, gentleness, pleasure, beauty, and gain. It is also symbolic of perfection and spirituality. Your dream may be an expression of love, joy and happiness.

Butterflies : To see a butterfly in your dream, denotes your need to settle down. Butterflies signify creativity, romance, joy and spirituality. You may be experiencing a transformation into a new way of thinking. It is also a symbol of transformation. It also means rebirth after death.

does this mean that because of passion, love, and happiness, people tend to transform? though they may not be seen - ignored - thousands of transformations occur due to the strong passion and love that linger in our hearts, and because of the longing for happiness. I don't know, I can't be sure.

sources : http://www.wellsphere.com/brain-health-article/dream-symbols-4-the-butterfly/684997
http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/

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Alarm Trouble

ALARM TROUBLE

Buzzed from all the practices, all the dancing, all the stretching, and all the lifts, I set the alarm on my phone to 4:00am tomorrow for my 6:30am Physical Education class. I guess two hours of preparation is enough - 15 minutes for eating, 20 minutes for showering, 25 for dressing up, and an hour for travelling. I would be arriving there 30 minutes early. I slipped my phone under my pillow as I tucked myself to sleep.

I was in an open field of wild tall grass. I found myself wearing my No Fear baseball cap and sporting a low ponytail. Moments later, I heard someone sneaking meters away from my right. I saw a shadow, seemingly of a man, slightly taller than me and has a broader shoulders than mine. Running around me in circles, it moved with such great speed. I glanced to my right as I felt a whisper of air and saw a ball flying straight towards me.

My cell phone rang, waking me from that weird - thrilling - dream. Or was it a nightmare? My eyes were still heavy, my hands idle, and the sky still dark. I didn't feel like getting up already so I snoozed my alarm, setting it to alarm again after 15 minutes.

Did I have a dream after that? I can't remember. All I know is that I fell asleep until my dogs downstairs started barking uncontrollably. There must be someone at the door, I thought. I quickly got up, ignoring my bushy fluffy hair standing on its ends, and went downstairs. No one's there. The dogs were just barking at some random cat strutting along the road. The houses were still dark, no lights were on yet. It was silent. I couldn't hear anything except for the ticking of the clock that read that it was already 7:00am. 7:00am?! That can't be, I thought. I must have overslept. I am going to miss my PE class. There's nothing I could do anymore but to accept the fact that no matter what I do - no matter how fast I will eat, if I will take a shower or not - I would still miss my PE class. I was an hour away from school, and no matter how quick I would act, I would still come in late. There's no point in trying. I sat on my bed and gave one heavy sigh. "That was one useful alarm"

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Smitten

I sit on the polished wood of my armchair,

Waiting for our professor until he came;

His light radiant skin, his silky black hair I see,

He gave me a look, sat down, every day the same;

His shirt stretches fully,

With the beautiful curve of his back;

I gave him a look, a glare,

And there, my heart attacked;

My heart beats dug dug dug,

Like beats of an upbeat music;

While there he was,

so quiet and fantastic;

Everytime I walk with him,

My tongue holds back, don't know what to say;

I just go with the flow,

Say what I say and go his way;

When we part, finally,

My lips give in, forming a smile;

For I treasured every moment,
Even if it is even just for a while.

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At the Crime Scene

I placed on my socks, and placed my feet in my Airmax Nike shoes. I grabbed my olive green messenger bag, placed it across my body and placed my navy blue Polo Sports handbag over my shoulder. I grabbed my keys on a rusty chain, opened the door, went out, and made sure that the padlock was securely locked before I go to school. I was minutes behind my usual schedule. I made it to the corner of L. Gonzales and Shaw Boulevard. I crossed the busy highway with ease, and I quickly called a jeep headed to Quiapo Echague. The jeep was already full, so I bulged myself in for a seat. I got off the jeep at the corner of V. Mapa and rode the LRT heading Katipunan. I plugged my earphones in my ears and listened to Brandy's R&B music, specifically her old albums. It took about 15 minutes to get to my destination. I got off and headed out of the station.

This was were all the action started. I found myself on the sidewalk filled with people walking unusually fast. They seemed to be in a hurry, but not less than in a hurry than I am. In front of me was a college student, seemingly a nursing student, with her all white uniform and bulky magenta bag. With her was a transparent cooler with a light green lid. She was carrying it on her left hand. It looked like it was heavy, even heavy for her to carry. Two guys, both wearing plain white T-shirt and one was wearing a baby blue baseball cap, intersected my path and walked behind the lady. The other one, the one without a cap, looked at me from head to toe. I remember that his eyes were fire. Fierce enough to raise my heartbeat. My heart began pounding fast, and I knew something was wrong. Knowing I was running late, I tried to walk on the road to overtake, but suddenly I lost control of my feet. My feet walked as fast as these two guys walked behind the lady. My heart pounded louder. I couldn't ignore it so I looked at them once more. I saw the other guy, slowly unzipping the front pocket of the lady's bag. I looked at him, stared at him and let my eyes do the talking. I was afraid that if I did anything, it would only lead to harming myself. The other guy might have a knife ready to stab me if ever I made a scene. But nonetheless, I only stared at them. Our eyes met. It was long before he realized that I knew what he was doing all along. He, along with his partner, walked back to the waiting shed without anything gained. I immediately took action by approaching the lady and reported what happened. I zipped her bag knowing she couldn't do it alone. I didn't want to bother her more so I decided to part ways with her. I made it to the Katipunan - UP Campus terminal and found a police officer. Thank God that I saw one. I approached him, not minding anymore if I would be late in my first class or not, and told everything I saw. He immediately went to where I pointed the crime was done.

My heart breathed a sigh of relief, and I felt good inside even though I knew that what I had done may also bring me to danger. What matters is that I did what I know was right.

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Memory Lane: Trip to Saudi Arabia

I was riding on a jeep on my way home after a tiring day. I was sitting there in the crowded jeep, pressed in between the sweaty, sticky arms of those beside me. I didn't mind the pressure, the force, acting upon their arms, against me. I held on the rusty smelling metal bars as the road began to bump. I faced the windows to see the view of the busy world around me. I was watching the buildings and roads pass by me until I saw the street sign: 1st Street. The sign brings back a distant memory that stayed in my mind for years, a memory that rarely comes, a memory that I treasure.

Upon the sight of the sign, I was transferred to another dimension. I went out from reality to the realm of memories, my memories. I remember the streets of Al-Khobar, Saudi Arabia, that were named ordinally. I remember the jet black night sky contrasting with the beautifully sparkling stars scattered above. The night lights stood out from the darkness of the background. The buildings stood high and their roofs were cut flat. I remember the busy streets filled with the black-coated ladies, and the white-cloaked men with veils of crimson and white. I remember the streets filled with welcoming smiles on the faces of the friendly Filipinos on weekends. I remember hearing the gentle gush of the grass and the sweet melodies of the waves in beaches. The sun may be striking hot, but the moist winds that blow make up for the heat the day brings. I remember reeling a fishing pole and catching one to two fish at a time. I remember the beige sands and the sandstorms that would visit from time to time.

With that simple sign, my memories of my childhood and my hometown came flashing in front of my eyes. A single tear ran across my cheek. I wiped it clean and a gentle smile appeared on my face. Those memories will remain memories, and my hopes of reliving it is still with me.

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June 29, 2010

The early part of the day was normal. Normal as in nothing-special-had-happened normal. I just got to my classes and did what I needed to do: listen; take down notes; and even talk about group works.

The morning had passed with nothing much to reveal, but my day got more interesting as the sun flew from 90 degrees from the horizon - afternoon. I had it all in my mind, i had everything planned. I placed a check list - imaginary - lying on my mind, giving me instructions on what to do next. I passed a photocopy of my Form 5 for the registration for our department varsity. Yes, i couldn't believe that i passed their standards to get through. I had it in my mind that college varsity was like a court filled with skilled players, and I can't believe that I got through.

Our next class was PE, located near Melchor Hall, the building where we were at that moment. It was about 15 minutes before the clock struck 2pm (PE time). We took the Toki jeep - it would take us farther than taking an Ikot route which would take us there in a couple of minutes - to go to the Gymnasium. Gymnasium, the most isolated place in UP. I'm exaggerating, but it's actually far from the common buildings in the campus. As we rode the jeep, the clock kept ticking. The clock didn't wait for anyone, even us. It kept ticking and ticking. Unnoticeable, the clock already hit 2pm and we're seconds late. It took us about a minute to get there and we took off, running with our hearts beating as fast as our legs would hit the ground. I just got in time, my name wasn't called but my friend, didn't make it. She was already late.

After an hour of exhaustion from all the dancing we did in PE, we rushed off to take care of some things. She got a xerox copy of their readings. After that, my day shifted into a solo flight of loneliness and boredom. I went to the Melchor hall, with high hopes of finding someone I could hang out with. I even sent text messages to my blockmates and friends who might be available at that time. Luck wasn't on my side. Everyone was busy. I literally failed. Along with my failure of finding someone, came the unchanging - the weird pattern of the weather. It would rain, then stop, then rain, then stop. It was a full cycle. But that didn't bother me. What was in my mind, I couldn't remember but all I knew was that I need to do something for like an hour. The training for the Engineering Varsity would start at 6pm, but we would rather go there at 5pm. Well it's better early than late. So I took a seat from the steps of the odd wing of Melchor Hall, near the main stairs. I sat there, doing nothing else except reading Hush Hush. Time finally flew by and it's finally time for Eng'g Varsity Training.

My heart was a blender, filled with mixed emotions. I was calm, confident to be exact. At the same time, I was really nervous. I met a few interesting people there. Interesting enough to make me not left out. I felt at home with their presence. I felt at ease. The training started. First came the jogging, then the warm-ups. After that, the drills. That's the most interesting part. The drills were extremely intense, that I didn't know at that time if I still have enough energy for more after all my energy was emptied during PE. I didn't stop. Nothing stopped me. I just continued on, fighting my crave of rest and tried to cope with everybody else. I would dive and let the concrete scratch the sides of my hips and even my legs. I would dive, exposing the once clean sheets of my jersey to the dust from our shoes left on the concrete. Everything was tiring, but it was FUN.

The clock struck 8pm, and I knew for the minute that my dad has been looking for me. I grabbed my cell phone, and yes. I was right. 1 missed call and a message. He asked me my location at the moment. I bid farewell to my new-found friends and headed home. Along the way of Katipunan Ave., I, with earphones stably stuck on my ears, walked past this lady. A lady wearing a duster, its color, I couldn't remember. She was standing there looking at the people passing by, carrying her child on her chest. The child lied on her mom's shoulder, eyes shut, deeply asleep. As I walked by, she was like "excuse me". But i kept on going. I didn't have time to look over my shoulder but I could hear her even with the earphones. I could hear her go "boy". She was calling me. My conscience was split by two. Two opposing forces. Two opposing side. I didn't know if what I did was wrong. I knew that she would for money. I would reply I have none. I would lie. But still, would the money that I would have given her, really help her? Would it really help her child? I didn't know. My mind was only focused on getting home..

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June 28, 2010

No classes for me. No classes usually means a day filled with free time. For me, it's a NO. The day may be breezy but I am trapped within my little box compartment in the corner, isolated from the happy busy world outside. I'm only left with a table full of piles of paper on top - one pile for my readings, and another for my assignments.

As I were reading the busy crowded world of letters placed upon the thin pieces of paper I was holding, my eyes would roll at the sight of the strong contrast between the bold black letters from the clean, neat, whiteness of the material. But I endured every moment thoughts - strong stimuli of making me want to play, making me want to go out - coming inside my brain. I focused on reading and reading alone. Four pages of english essays, and about ten pages of readings for my Kasaysayan class have come past me in a blink of an eye - around 1 and a half hour after. I already finished reading everything but still questions still linger in my mind. The text. I hardly understood the text.

After the pressuring atmosphere from all the reading, I switched to studying for my future lessons in Math. I was still not able to adjust my study habits - in high school, everything was spoon-fed, and now, everything was so fast - and to cope with the fast flowing motion of my world. After an hour or two I finally decided to take a break.


I then sat in front of my computer, and played DOTA, my medicine. It's been a while since i've played but it kept me awake and made me recover from all the stress from reading. It's been a while, and yes, i SUCKED in DOTA, but that didn't stop me from joining pub games.

After a single game, i finally decided to read a part from my newly-bought novel, Hush Hush, and decided to read all the readings and the essays again for a better understanding.


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COLLEGE.!

A leaf that I cherished for four long happy years had come to its end, folding, crumpling, and falling to the ground. But with its death, upon came a new leaf. A leaf that was strange to me at first - barely familiar. It was time to say hello to College life.

Stepping on the campus of UP Diliman, I found it hard to cope with stuff - it was hard to manage my time. I was living in the city of Mandaluyong, about an hour away from the university, and my first subject was at 7AM. I had four straight subjects on my schedule with only an hour break before my last one. What made it harder was that the buildings were far away from each other. Some were like 6-8 minutes away. So I had to walk, brisk walk to be exact, just to make it on time for my next subject. I also established the fact, that after this semester, I would be thinner that ever.

Being used to having sections in High School, I wasn't prepared enough for new faces coming and leaving after an hour-and-a-half subject. I meet new people, with barely a smile on their faces, with their smiles slightly turned upside down. I don't blame them. Walking from building to building is stressing already, and it can surely take away the smile left on your face. I almost feel left out - alone - in every subject I enter. I had no one to talk to, no friends yet. I was almost alone, barely talking to my seatmates, just talking to no one but myself. It only took much courage to know someone's name.

The size and the weight of the books I needed to buy, made me want to go outside the building and get some fresh air. Yes, they were large and deadly heavy. By just looking at it, I got my early nosebleeds. I started wondering if I had sufficient neurons running in my brain to supply me some room for learning. If yes, I would wonder if I could handle the weight of the subject. If not, I would wonder if jogging would be a nice idea to stimulate some new neurons for memory backup. Everything was vague, everything was terrifying.

It took me some time to cope with reality that THIS IS COLLEGE. No more High School, no more bells that signify the end of each period, no more Principals inspecting haircuts, and no more assemblies. After some time, i started liking college. With my new friends around, I can never be left out.

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3am, the devil's hour

Driving my fingers against the keys of the keyboard, I find myself quite sleepy. My eyes felt as heavy as my head. They're slowly closing. I swept my hair with my hand and looked what time is it. It was already 11pm - the streets were all swallowed by the cloak of darkness. The light from the lamppost outside beamed through the linen pieces of my blue curtains, right behind my computer. Everyone's asleep, everyone's called it a day - well except me. I turned the computer off. I went out of my room and went downstairs. The metal edges of our staircase sang below my slippers. Every step was careful, careful enough to avoid waking anyone up. I reached the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Before going out, I took a final glance at myself at the mirror. My face was pale, my lips were red, and my eyes were half-closed. I went to my room and I threw my body into my bed, reaching out for my favorite pillow. I gripped it real hard while I prayed. Then I covered myself in a blanket. I closed my eyes, and it was like minutes, or so, far less than hour, when my eyes suddenly went open. I looked at the clock and it was 3am already. I suddenly felt lonely, my parents usually slept in the bed i am on now, and i usually slept on the cotton surface of my red sofa-bed. My parents were away at time - at the province. And i was left alone with my sister and her husband. I tried to close my eyes one last time as i lied down sidewards on my bed, until something out of the ordinary occurred. A lump of wind, cold as if the air-conditioner was left open, rolled from the ball of my foot, slowly rising to my shoulders. It tickled every single hair i have on my body, leaving them standing on end. 'It was just the electric fan' i thought to myself. Suddenly, i notice a shadow, a man perhaps, walk at the foot of my bed. Then i saw someone in front of me - i could barely see him, but all i see is that he was wearing a red checkered boxer shorts that rests above his knees. 'It's just my brother-in-law, just tripping around' i thought to myself. Then i suddenly felt a weight, a lot of weight, onto my side pressing me hard against the linen sheets, and the cotton layers of my bed. I couldn't see anything except for a shadow, a man, maybe, pressing his cheek against mine. I tried to keep my eyes open but they were fighting against the force of my tissues, of my muscles. I found it hard to keep them open.

'WHO ARE YOU' a voice beside me shouted, i could even feel his breath touch the little hairs on my cheek. His voice was light, a voice of man who seemed to be in his early twenties. I tried to answer but I was paralyzed. Unable to move a limb, my lips, and my head. I wanted to reply back but forces weren't on my side. I lied there, paralyzed. My heart pounded as fast as the beat of an uptempo hip-hop song.
'WHO ARE YOU' repeated the voice. He kept on repeating the same question. This time, i knew something was wrong, i kept on trying to move my right foot.. It took me about 20 minutes until i bolted my foot at thin air, hitting nothing at all. But the weight disappeared after. I took a breath of relief. My body felt warm, as warm as though I was in a sauna. My skin spitted out gallons of sweat, that poured down to my bed.

I know there was a ghost in the house, but i never knew that there was a male one. I asked my mom about this - whether if she has an idea on who that ghost may be. But all she could guess was it was my grandfather, my grandfather who i never knew, who never knew me, whom i never met. But the question is if he is my grandfather why would he ask me my name in an angry way? I've been exposed to quite a number of supernatural phenomenon in our house, but this was the first time it got aggressive. One question still lingers in my mind 'WHOSE GHOST IS THAT?'.


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Difference between RICH AND POOR

One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.
They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.
On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?"

"It was great, Dad."

"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked.

"Oh yeah," said the son.

"So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.

The son answered:

"I saw that we have one dog and they had four.

We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end.
We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.

Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.

We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.

We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.

We buy our food, but they grow theirs.

We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them."

The boy's father was speechless.

Then his son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are."

Isn't perspective a wonderful thing?  Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have.
Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends!

personal message

i've been busy in school works that i forgot to give my blog some time. It's been so long since i've last made a blogpost (LOL). And uhmm, i deleted most of my poems for security reasons and left out the other ones.. anyways, welcome to my blog!

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LOVE

What is love? Is it the act of kissing each other's  cherry lips or just hugging each other to death? For me, love is different. Love is giving to people without asking for something in return. Giving people from your heart because you know that they need or want it, is plain love. That is the material part of love. The other side of love is what I like to call "inner love" (I just made that up.) It is liking and caring for people for who they are amidst the differences and weaknesses one may see. Knowing them completely and setting what is good for them first counts as inner love. It is also the act of sharing your time with people whom you know you want to waste your time with - not because you are just forced to do so. To make it simple, inner love is loving them for who they are. If else, then what you are feeling is LUST.

Love is also different from INFATUATION. Infatuation is loving LOVE itself, not the other person. So I say to you lovers out there, what are you really feeling? LOVE? LUST? or just INFATUATION?

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Alone

It was this one morning that I got to experience being alone with nature. I sat along the corners of the basketball court and read my book. I just realized just then that by being alone, I can be someone I did not experience being before. I just became more relaxed and calm. I enjoyed every moment - though my surroundings are noisy - I just looked at good ol' Nature. I enjoyed every whisper of the wind, every dance of the green healthy leaves, and the sweet songs sung by the birds. Every second that passed was like treasure given to me: I got the chance to reflect, to think, to expound my ideas, and to know myself a little bit more. I used to have my friends around me all the time, and I never realized that being alone could be this - FUN.

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Brokenhearted

I was heartbroken, and I finally knew what it feels like. I felt this warmth, an internal boil, inside me. It was like I was guilty the whole time. I wish I didn't decide to love. It was a mistake I will never forget. I felt a shock, as sudden as the lightning hits the ground. It was like something wants to burst out from within me. I could not help but to cry my eyes out of tears. My eyes went dry, went red, and went sore. Everyone, teachers, students, no exceptions, EVERYONE noticed me. I used to hide my emotions, but this time, i failed to. Well I guess this is life. I just need to accept it.

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Love, a hurt totally ignored..

Have you guys experienced liking or let's say loving someone even more than yourself but that someone won't even appreciate it? I mean come on, i don't demand that someone to love me back but at least to appreciate what I'm doing. How does it feel? How did you feel during that times?

I had my experiences and i know you had yours. But so far, all I can say is that generally having that kind of scenario, no one can feel happy about it.

Okay, sharing time. I had this experience with a guy whom I thought really loved me. He is cute, funny, chubby, and not that tall. We started as being friends and we suddenly formed a strong bond that later grew to love. It was like we were two far mountains joined together by a strong mighty bridge that I thought would never fall apart. I'll cut the story short. I was the first one to confess and he did too after that. So I fell deeply in love and he SAID he did too. So we started going out, and that's where the pains began.

During our dates, he never mentioned anything except for HIS GIRLS. Nothing more, nothing less. How would he expect me to feel,.? I'm only like number 5? Is that even fair,.? I didn't mind my crushes for him since then and that''s how he would repay me,.?! I totally ignored it for i know he's just airy., Then after that our relationship grew deeper, but i guess it was all a mirage, a dream turned nightmare. He mentioned all his love interests in his general text messages and it really included me.. You're right, i was like the 5th. It was really unfair, I put him 1st above anyone else including myself and i was only 5th for him. I ignored this again, and because of that, the pain really lingered long and hard. Everything i've done was made into a huge joke and every sacrifices were made into trash.

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Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince

**May contain Spoilers**
As always, it was a great movie. I loved the plot especially the twists it had. All characters were emphasized, not one of them was left behind especially the newly introduced ones. They blended in so well. If asked what I loved about the movie most, it would be the PLOT. There were so many plotholes at first, though they were explained in the latter part, they became the root of the twists. I got them coming. I knew things are gonna end like they did in the movie, but still, it didn't lose impact on the audiences, including me. Second thing I loved about the movie was RON and HERMIONE. Two developed characters, opposite characters, starting to have something in common.

Long story cut short, it was a great film,.!!

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Angelina to Return in Wanted 2.,.?

Angelina Jolie portrayed a strong character named Fox, the fraternity's second-in-command. I actually think she was indeed likable in the film, portraying a dark strong determined character. I also think that her character's death gave me the hype, making it the greatest scene in the movie. Although, I didn't want her character to die, it still serves a great role in the movie.

Rumor has it that Angelina may be back for WANTED 2. They say that the director found a way to "bring her back", but he limited his answer to only these words. He didn't relay a specific information on how he will bring her character back. But I think it will be hard to believe that she really didn't die. *laughs*. Yeah, in the movies, anything is possible but that will contradict their plot in the first movie right,.? If she will be back, then i guess we missed something in the movie. It might be she didn't die at all,. Her last bullet blew a couple of heads before it got to her, making people assume that the bullet lost power to blow up her head. They assume that the bullet just injured her skull, not making any vital damages or whatsoever to her brain, making her to be alive and faking her death. Maybe to boost Wesley's spirit? I don't know. Other people say that the bullet just slid through her head, hey, they can curve bullets right,.?

Yeah i know, there are lots of ideas given by people because of this simple rumor. I wouldn't take sides on whether she will or will not be back. Heck I love her character, but I can't really say that I wanted her back. Well, we should just wait and see.. ;)

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Guilty Pleasure - Ashley Tisdale

A totally surprising move by Ashley Tisdale..

Few Years ago, we met Ashley Tisdale on Disney's original series Suite Life Of Zack and Cody. We met her as her character Maddie, a candy counter clerk. We then see her as a bitchy Sharpay in the hit franchise High School Musical. Following the success of the first installment of High School Musical was the success of her debut album "Headstrong", certified Gold by the RIAA for shipments to US retailers of 500,000 copies. The album peaked a spot in different charts. Higher of 'em was at number 4. Her single "He Said She Said" was certified gold for selling over 580,000 copies in the US. Following that was the success of the sequels of High School Musical.

This time, she made an album "Guilty Pleasure". She stated at early interviews that this will be more "rock". In fact that's true. She leaked a sneak peek of her first single "It's Alright It's Ok" of her upcoming album. She then released it on April 14. The song was kinda like Pink and Katy Perry's style. Her music video for the single was released today. It's like Kelly Clarkson's "My life would suck without you" and "Since you've been gone" music video.

This upcoming album shows signs of hits and success for our dear Ashley Tisdale.. Can't Wait for the Album!

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My Bloody Valentine 3D review

When i first heard of the title, I considered it a laugh. When I watched it, the movie itself proved me wrong. It was a great horror movie with great applications of the elements needed in horror films. There was gore and thrills of course and many more. The sounds they used added a great impact in the surprise/scary effect of the movie. All of that was great on its own but to make it work, you need a great story plot behind it. My Bloody Valentine 3D did have a great story plot. It has a great twist that can make the audience really confused. You can't even tell who the killer is until in the latter part of the movie. The twist made me concentrate more on the story plot. It made me think hard.

It was unfortunate of me, for some of the gory scenes have been cut. I don't know why the cinema did that. The gore adds a great impact to the movie, being in a horror genre. But all in all, the film was really good. I didn't regret wasting my money buying a ticket.

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SmallVille w/ three new heroes! *spoiler*

**spoilers!**

SmallVille is going to feature three new heroes in their upcoming episode, Legion. The heroes are Saturn Girl, Cosmic Boy, and Lightning Lad. The three heroes came to the present to join Clark hoping to defeat Brainiac who is now in control of Chloe's body. Clark has two choices: save a friend, or save the world.

Saturn Girl will be played by Alexz Johnson, from Instant Star and Final Destination 3.

Cosmic Boy will be played by Ryan Kennedy, from The Invisible and Taming Tammy.

Lightning Lad will be played by Calum Worthy.Here's some scenes:



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Love Me or Hate Me

I'm only human, you know that
I'm just like you, yes just like that
Sometimes I'm happy
Sometimes I'm sad
Sometimes I'm cheerful
And sometimes I'm mad

I like smiling for I'm cheerful
I'm so shy and I'm so bashful
They say I'm very friendly
When I'm there, you'll be happy
I'll be your crying shoulder
And stay with you forever
I'll never let you be alone
Because I'll surely make you feel at home
I want you to answer me,
Do you like me?

I'm silent but I'm deadly
You know, I can be scary
Revenge is what I thirst for
When my heart is filled with anger
You should beware
And get it when I stare
You don't want to mess with me
So now, do you hate me?

I don't care if you like me or hate me
As long as i stay happy
I live my own life, you live yours
Who cares? No one of course!

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My Heart

My heart was closed since it was fooled
anger in my heart has always ruled
nobody came in, nobody until you
for you have this love that remained so true

you've fixed my broken heart
you've placed its missing part
you made it beat again
and now, I've really fallen

dug dug dug goes the beat of my heart
the safety in your eyes, i know we'll never be apart
The sincerity in your face, i know you'll never fool me
in your arms, i hope to be happy

i thought my days will be nights
but you made the sun return in my sight
my heart was enlightened when you came along
i hope our love will remain this strong

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One Step At A Time

you hear your dreams whisper
they're calling you, just go closer
slowly you will grow
you have everything you need to know

one step a time
one day you will shine
take a step closer
be ahead of time
just take it slow
just one step at a time

each step, you're closer
to the pot of hidden treasures
the riches of life, your dreams
are closer than it seems

one step at a time
the sun will shine
you're one step closer
nearer every time
you take one step
one step at a time

one step you make
one breath you take
one step, one leap, you're closer
remember, take one step closer

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With Love

WITH LOVE

I experienced love before
It made me feel so much more
The feeling can't really be explained
All of my senses never remained

With love, my heart becomes a blender
For so many weird emotions begin to enter
Sometimes I feel weird deep inside
It's like a roller coaster I like to ride

It has ups and downs, smiles and some frowns
I swim and I sink, and probably drown
I fly and I dive, I'm so lucky to be alive
Sometimes I get lost my way back to my hive

With love I feel great
With love, not hate
It feels like I'm in heaven with angels singing
With sweet bells and wind chimes ringing

Love's like a dream come true
Colors come to life, pinks and some blues
With love that's so true
Well that's what I feel, How about you?

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Normal Person

NORMAL PERSON

I am just a normal person living in this world
I can sometimes be warm and sometimes be cold
I can have my emotions and change my mode
And have friends as I travel the road

I also have my feelings and secrets I hide
Sometimes I'm happy and sometimes hurt inside
My secrets, I always keep them a mystery
Especially my childhood that's full of misery

I grow up, learn, and make mistakes
I work, study, and take some breaks
In times of darkness where there is no light
I'd be strong and stand up to fight

I can't succeed all the time, I also fall
My dreams are blocked by so many walls
I get my fists and break them all down
I won't let this smile turn into a frown

I am so inspired by this light shining
With this light I shall keep winning
But the hardest part is what they want me to be
They want me to be anything but me

This time, I'll trust no one
For all my trust has been gone
I know myself better than anyone else
I won't be a prisoner inside my cell

I won't give up, I'll continue soaring
I'll keep standing and keep winning
I wont be anyone else but me
I'll keep shining and being happy

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The World

THE WORLD

How beautiful the world is for what's in it,
The colors of flowers, the silence of the sea;
The bees and birds singing, the leaves happily dancing,
This is just the beginning it's beauty;

The sun roams to monitor its kingdom,
He shines so brightly to see them all;
After that, his wife takes over,
The moon continues the job of the king fire ball;

She brings with her their children, the stars,
The little diamonds that spark in the beautiful sky;
That's not all, there are the clouds,
The cute fluffy pillows soaring up high;

The pillows when sad, turns dark and gloomy,
They cry and cry until the gloom disappears;
The water in streams flow happily as it seems,
They flow to the sea, so deep and clear;

The earth blows and sings, the gentle breeze,
It gently touches our face and cools some things;
The animals here are with different shapes,
Some two legs, four legs, and some shaped like strings;

With all these, nobody can't be unhappy,
Everyone is filled with joy and with wide smiles;
Let's make this our inspiration and our guide,
It can boost us to miles;

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Letting Go

LETTING GO

Just to get his heart, I wanna do everything,
I can win it, that's what I kept believing;
I am the one who kept approaching him,
With a shy mood and low esteem;

I practiced everything I wanna say,
Things just for our love to stay;
But as my mouth opens, I lose my nerves,
And lose all those sweet words;

I wanna tell him what I'm feeling, but I don't know how to start,
It seems that I'm so afraid that he might break my heart;
Many walls are built to keep us apart,
I wanna break them all down just to get his heart;

I wanna be with him, nothing can change that,
But he's happy with someone else, it makes me really sad;
I can't hold on anymore to something I never had,
I'll just accept it, as long as he is glad.

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High School Musical 3

Out of the blue a movie was made and became a big hit.. It's the High School Musical. Because of its success, a sequel was made. High School Musical 2 was created. It also became a hit. After the success of the first two movies, they decided to release the third installment in theaters. High School Musical 3: Senior Year was released.

Because the first two movies was likable, I jumped into conclusion that this will be a great movie too. I went out with my friends to see this movie. I became so excited. I was shocked because the movie is way better the first two movies. It was beyond my expectations. Dance numbers and the music are great! The story focuses on what the main characters is planning for their future, college, while introducing some new characters for future HSM's I guess. The plot was great! The characters are focusing on making a school play about themselves. What could be a better challenge than being yourself? Just like Ms. Darbus said. ^^ But then, the movie also became emotional because it is where the characters go on separate ways. We have to say goodbye to their characters.

I was impressed by the acting of Ashley Tisdale just like her acting in the first two. She was the antagonist in the first two movies, but in this one she is not like that anymore. I guess she only becomes mean when she wants something. In the first movie, she wanted the lead roles for the play. She doesn't want anyone to break the streak of his brother and hers in theater. In the second one, she wanted to have a great talent show and to win Troy. And this this one.. she wanted to have the Julliard scholarship so that's why she does anything to get it. Her so called personal assistant took advantage of her. Tiara became a diva herself. She took the role of Sharpay in the Spring Musical. We all know Sharpay. She won't let herself be beaten by a newbie. So she dressed up in her costume and went down on stage while Tiara is singing. They had a major showdown. I was like "there is really only one Sharpay Evans".But then, with all her efforts, she still lost. She moved on after that and became happy for her brother.

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