finally here and still trying to fit in.

Hanging out with Zil, Yumni and Dils before I leave. Good Times. Sigh.

Im here in the Philippines already. And ever since I've arrived I havent been getting enough sleep.

The day after I got here (which was on the 19th February) it didnt occur to me that I have arrived. And lately, I've been lagging.. so numb. I dont feel anything. Null. Nada. Completely nothing.

Weird right?

I mean considering that I am human.

Anyways, as I was saying, the day after I got here, we started applying for the colleges here in manila. De La Salle of St. Benedile was what they called it. That college specializes with any arts course.

Unfortunately, they DID NOT offer fine arts so I just took Interor Designs as my first choice. My second was Hotel, Restaurant, Institution Management and my last choice was Business Management which was also an art-streamed course so yeah.

I heard that rich peeple went to that school. The facilities and services offered were okay. But Im not sure if I want to go there because I heard that the students there were wild. *shrug* Im sorry but thats what I heard.

Anyways, after applying there we went to La Union (my dad's province) which takes about 7 hours to get there. Yes, by road. The trip was sooooo long that my ass hurt.

Anyways, we reached there pretty late and the next day we went to Baguio (another province) which takes about 1 and a half hour. We went to St. Loius Uni which was really dusty and alittle scary. But yeah.

Then afterwards we went to Uni of the Philippines Baguio (UPBaguio) which is the school that I BADLY WANT TO go to. The env't is really nice there. There's a park nearby (also a tourist attraction there) and its a clean plac to study. It's like my dream school. The strict lady incharge of the applicants almost didnt allow me to take the entrance exam. And after she found out that I took the arts steam when I was in form 4, she was like "Really? oh, is that how it goes over there?" then she was softer and nicer after that. Finally, she approved of me taking the exam.

Its funny how prayers can make a BIG difference. I still felt numb then but I still thanked God afterwards. haha. Im just sooo thankful for the blessings that He had given me all my life. I used to not appreciate them before but I've learned to now. haha.

Anyways, Im having my entrance exams in
1) De La Salle College, St. Benilde on 03 March

2) UPBaguio on the 11th April (pray for me)

3) St. Louis Uni on 16th April.

wish me luck!!!


so yeah, thats about it.

P/S: Thank God for having MSN here in the Philippines. Even if it's the oldest verion. haha.

My v-day.. weird!!

Alright, I may be known for one who writes really REALLY long posts so, for those who've been complaining - I'm going to make this one short. (hooray!!) *laughs*

So yes, I did have the weirdest v-day ever. And I wont tell it unless you asked. But the day started when I woke up to find no one home and someone was laughing outside.... (to be continued, all you got to do is ask)

=)

Anyways, keep getting interrupted -- by Angelica via MSN -- so I forgot what I planned to blog.

List of things to do today:

1) Go out with mama and auntie nurul.

2) Get the things I need before I leave for pinas.

3) Play PS2 with Joyce!!

4) Pack everything that needs to be packed.

5) List all the contacts of friends + their emails. Just incase. (Giving my SIM to Joyce)

6) SEE EVERTONE FOR A NICE FAREWELL(?) [There's only one teeny problem though -- my pockets are empty and I'm completely broke =S]

7) Watch TV???

*laughs*

just a random post.

bleeehhh!! I dont even know what I'm saying.

take care!

So little time, so much to do

Yes, it is indeed official that I am heading back to Philippines to continue further studies. I just discovered that the tickets and the flights were already booked for me on the 19th February. In a way it does seem so surreal. But somehow I reckon that God will be with me all the way during the whole crucial part of my life.

Last year had been one of the greatest in my life. Hopefully this year would be the same. Maybe better (???) I haven’t told alot about my farewell (just those who asked when I was going to leave – well I couldn’t bear the thought of lying *shrug*) because it’s honestly going to be very hard for me to say my goodbyes. Infact I was never fond of saying it when I left the Philippines to my best friends over there (Tala, Annie and Kathy) and I still don’t feel any different about goodbyes now.

Actually, I NEVER liked goodbyes ever since I was alittle toddler. I remember back then when my aunts and cousin (Mumy Tunai and Mumy Delia – I nick named them ‘Mumy’ cos Kuya Mac-mac (his real name Mark; my cousin, the son of Mumy Tunai) called them that and so as any young kid would, I just followed it – and somehow as I grew older I just got used to calling them that. Good thing they don’t mind. Haha.

Actually, two years ago when I tried to stop calling them with the ‘Mumy’ part they got Mumy Delia got taken aback. So yeah.) from the Philippines visited Brunei for a few months and stayed over our place. My sisters, Kuya and I had a blast playing Bump Cars in Jerudong Park (that was when every ride was free back then. Now for every ride you take there you have to pay at least like $5(?) which sucks but there’s nothing I can do about it) where this red-headed Irish girl afew years older than us were like trying to bump onto everyones cars and then when she tried bumping onto this young Chinese boy’s one, he started crying so he parked his car in the side and ran to his parents even though the ride wasn’t over yet. Haha. Thinking about it now makes me feel sorry for that lil Chinese kid but back then I thought it was hilarious. Anyways, when it was time for them to head back to Philippines I remember forcing them to stay even though I knew deep down that it was impossible because that’s where Kuya studied and Mumy Delia worked. And when they left, I couldn’t stop crying at nighttime until I had to share the room with my parents so that they could comfort me (hey I was only about 6 or 7 back then) And I only stopped crying for about a month after they left. I cried a lot back then.

I just stared packing and there’s like so many things I want to bring but there’s too little space. I have been forcing everything into my black duffel bag because I don’t want to handle too much when I check in at the airport. By the way, did I mention that my mom is going with me because my dad said that I might have an asthma attack in the airport. Very unlikely!! But yeah, parents will be parents.

I have also just re-arranged my entire dusty room (which I think my sis, Joyce might be using when I've gone) And all the papers, files and folders crumpled up inside my cupboard are now neatly stacked away. So to anyone who might want to use them, just ask my sis or mom. Although I hope that you return them back after you used them and please take good care of them.

I haven’t completely finished packing though. Im going to leave all my CDs behind which would be really painful but I’ll bring them with me when I come back. Oh yeah, my Archie comics collection would be left in the living room bookshelf. I’ll miss Archie, Betty, Veronica, Dilton, Moose and esp. Jughead. Haha. I just LOVE Jughead’s character. *sigh*


My whole body is aching from cleaning the cupboard but my hand were itching to paint so yeah, I saw this black and white picture in one of the books from the BSRC library and drew it on a piece of large paper and I decided that it was better to paint it rather that shading it so yeah. Although I did make afew changes in the picture. Like for eg, the river was suppose to be a path full of rocks and another was that the tiny house was suppose to be miniatured tress. And I would have uploaded the pics here but connections like SUPER slow so its kinda hard. If you wanna check it out go to http://www.friendster.com/6694156

Oh yeah, was watching 2007’s 49th Annual Grammy Awards and I think that jazz music sounds wwwaaayyyyyy much better esp. when Carrie Underwood sang Desperado. Compared to Norah Jones that is. And my future husband Chris Brown (hey, a girl can dream, cant she???!) was there singing to Run It and his performance was THE BOMB!!! Extremely breath-taking. I luuuurrrvvee the way he dance. And I think he’s SOOOOO HHHOOOOTT!!! And there was these two cute lil boys who were dancing with him at the beginning of the performance and they were just.. wow.. *exhales* and super adorable!!! You should have seen them move. So flexible. And so young.

So many emotions are running inside me right now. To describe how I feel, listen to:
1) Don’t Forget To Remember Me by Carrie Underwood.
2) Say Goodbye by Chris Brown.
3) Just So You Know by Jesse McCartney.
4) Not Ready To Make Nice by Dixie Chicks.

Anyhoo, my head is starting to pound so I think I’ll go and get a nap.

Till the next blog,

Take care!

Happy Birthday Papa!!!

Its 1.30 in the morning on the 10th February and as usual and I am in my room, recent events keep wandering off my mind. I know its not right but I cant seem to help myself . Im saving this blog entry in the laptop because Im too lazy to post it online now (for which if I do, then I would have to get up and connect the cables and everything because I use the dial-up connection) =) too tired and weak to do.

Anyways, today was also papa's birthday and overall it was alright. It didnt start off well as I expected but it got better after that.

Yes, alright if you wanna know specifically WHAT happen well then here it goes:-
Well as usual, woke up around 9 - ish and both my sisters had already gone to school. And my parents were also out to God-knows-where so it was just me and Auntie Nurul. Didnt have the appetite to eat breakfast (actually since the GCSE holidays, skipping breakfast has indeed become a routine. And I know its not good but hey, I just cant help it sometimes okay) so I automatically headed for the TV (which has also been a routine in the morning for me). And yeah, watched the replays of last nights' programs for about an hour then took a warm shower because me and Dila planned to visit the school around 11am to watch the tug-of-war yellow vs red house and so just the thought of seeing someone familiar for also whom I haven’t seen since last year got me into the excited mode.

It was past 11 and my parents still haven’t reached home so I called up mama’s cell. After a few unsuccessful tries I managed to get through her. Turns out they were grocery shopping for a salo-salo (English : get together) later in the Seria Church Parish Hall. They didn’t arrive until around 11.20 for which had already gotten me irritated and a wee bit frustrated. Then when Dila texted indicating that she was already in school, I was about to burst out already for which at that same time my parents were having a conversation about how much food were to be brought for the gathering later. And then my dad suddenly asked me to help Auntie Nurul in the kitchen so I hesitatingly did as told thinking that if I started an argument with him it wouldn’t have made any difference. So yeah.

After I managed to put away most of the grocery, he finally suggested to leave. Thank God, I thought. And as if giving me a long lecture about independency and responsibilities in the kitchen weren’t enough he continued the lecture while on the way to school. I was just half listening the entire time though and this piece of information is just to be kept between you and me.

I arrived in school at around five to 12 and I immediately spotted Zila’s red blouse. And then Dila. Both looked so hyper and cheerful that let the irritation in me go. It was fun being back in school with them. Each of us remembering the memories and the craziness that has happened there in the past trickle in our minds wishing we could relive those days. Good times. =)
Ironically, yellow lost. And soon enough, I collected the School Magazine from Mrs.Ravi (my ex class advisor) and somehow, whenever I have a short little chat with my ex-teachers, there’s this sort of awkwardness in the atmosphere. Call me crazy if you wish but Im just speaking my mind. And soon enough it was go-home time.

I ate one of my favourite dishes which is called Pansit Canton – one of mama’s special dishes. I sure am going to miss her lovely dishes when I get back to Philippines. And then helped out with the sandwiches and decorations which I really didn’t mind because I wasn’t doing anything anyway. After that we had to leave for church because my parents planned for us to be there to thank God for this wonderful blessing that he has given me and my family today.

Been reading a book - called A Tangled Web by Judith Micheals and I think its great. So many new values I've learned just from afew pages - outside the office when a man stopped by and had a chat with us. Though we weren’t familiar with him I’m guessing he was one of my parents friends because he knew that we were Filipinos and that we didn’t know how to speak kapangpangan. So yeah. Then he came close to see what exactly what we were doing and then he left in a few minutes. Came back with a white box of chocolates which he offered us. And I hesitated for awhile but grabbed one anyways. Though I wanted the whole box. Hehe. I can be stubborn sometimes. *smile weakly* hey I just cant help it whenever it comes to chocolates.
And I'll let you guys into alittle secret.. I love anyone who gives me chocolates. Infact, I think I prefer any kind of chocolates rather than going to Starbucks and having the most delicious cafe au lait. haha. Its true.

Anyways, enough about chocolates. As I was saying after the man offered the box of chocolate, no long after Father Paul passed by and stopped for a while for a short chat which was very unexpected. He asked us about our studies and our grades in school. Then after that our parents invited the members of The Legion Of Mary group to join us for dinner in Procters which is a cool restaurant near the church. We kids would have prefered the KBBC but it was too far and we had to go back for the sunset mass anyway.

I ordered Kolo Mee and shared the Fish and Chips with Joyce and Kresta along with a lovely warm-cold ice lemon tea. Aaahh.. Life's good. *grins from ear to ear* The orders took really long though. I was the last to get my dish but I didnt really mind because when the waitress served it smoke was coming from it. Ahh, just the way I like it - steaming hot. Ever since I was a kid I was always fascinated with smokey dishes. Like once, my mom ordered this dish called Sizzling beef rendang. And I loved the way the smoke comes out and vapourizes in the air and the finally disappears. Incredible. Sighness.

So yeah after the wonderful meal *thank you God for the blessings that you have given me and my family* we went back to church for the sunset mass. I SAW MY SHAYNE WARD LOOK ALIKE. *smiles dreamily* But yeah. Then when we got home we handed our home-made Happy Birthday cards to papa. I had to share mine with Kresta because she was too lazy to make her own but I didnt mind at all.

starting another blog

yes, as most of you must have already guessed.. I am starting another blog.. Infact I've tried signing up for blogs more than five times I think. And only one was proven successful.. haha.. and its the one that I have in friendster.. Other than that it's either I forgot what my add was or what my password was due to distractions from something or someone..... or just me being as forgetful as I can be.. hehehe..

anyways, the reason why I got another one of these blog is that incase I get to Phillippines, you'll get updated with whats been happening to be and what I've been upto..

Anyways, I'll stop here..

don't wanna keep you all bored on my first entry..

:)

take care readers!!