Few days left and it will the Licensure Examination for Teachers and I still haven't reviewed.
Right after graduation, I was really eager to review for the board exam - that'll be on the 26th of this month - so I could pass at the first take. But because of unexpected incidents last summer and as the new school year started, I accepted job opportunities along the way - like the recently concluded fieldwork. It was due to my excitement to earn as soon as possible.
In my previous post, I told you about the stuffs I made as tribute for my grandmother who's already history. After the burial, visitors came to ask me how much would it cost if I'd make some creatives (invitations, programs, tarp designing, cards and the like) for them. So, I thought, it would be a start of a small desktop publishing business for me and my family. We grabbed the opportunity to earn even just a little. It's already a big help for us anyway. But it came a prob for my review because we have pending orders. Besides, for now I'm the only one here at home who knows Photoshop.
I got this from the friendster bulletin Gracy posted.
It's a sort of an expose. Please read.
Anak,
Naipadala ko na ang 50 thousand pesos na tuition fee mo, pinagbili na namin ang mga kalabaw natin.
Ang mahal pla ng kursong DOTA, wala na din pla tayong baboy naibenta na din para dun sa sinsabi mo na project nyo na NOKIA N75, ang mahal naman ng project na yun.
Kasama din ang 7 thousand dun para sa field trip nyo sa MALL OF ASIA, anak malayo ba yun? Mag ingat ka sa pagbibiyahe mo, isasanla pala namin ang palayan natin para mabili mo na ang iyong instrumentong I-POD na kinakailangan mo sa laboratory nyo.
Anak komportable ka ba jan sa boarding house mo? san ba kamu yan...? sa VICTORIA COURT - maganda ba jan? di ba mainit jan? Anak kamusta na pala yung group project nyo na SANMIG LIGHT? Napailaw nyo na ba? mataas ba nakuha nyo na grado dun?
Anak sana bago pa maubos ang lahat ng ari-arian natin ay maka gradweyt kana, walong taon ba talaga ang kurso mo sa SECRETARIAL?, sana pag gradweyt mo makakuha ka ng trabaho kaagad kagaya ng manager ng kumpanya para mabawi natin ang mga ari-arian natin sa sanglaan.
Ay sya nga pala anak diba sabi mo sa JOLLIBEE / MAK DONALD ka palagi kumakain? Ok ba naman sayo ang mga ulam dyan? baka hindi masarap kawawa ka naman. Eh yung school bus nyo na TAXI sabihin mo sa driver mag ingat sya sa pag da-drive.
Anak hanggang dito nalang at sa susunod ay ipapadala ko sayo ang pera na pambili mo ng ALTIS na gagamitin mo sa VACANT SUBJECT mo.
S.O.PLife has become convenient since the invasion of cell phones. As I've observed, most of the young people these days can't end up a day without sending messages to there kakosa, kaklase, kabarkada, katong-its or kamahjong. The technology has been incorporated in Pinoy's culture.
Today, cell phones manufacturers keep on upgrading. Cellular technolog breakthroughs upgrades it on the next level every now and then. In the Philippines, 3G phones take frontline displays in the market and Japan's on 4G already and now we got Apple's iphone.
Immense developments come fast in this generation. But as things keep on changing and improving, people keep on abusing it. I'm sure you are familiar with SOP right now. I'm not talking about Standard Operating Procedure here or GMA7's entertainment show on Sunday's noon. Today, SOP is SEX ON PHONE.
Survey reports that the most commonly discussed topics in the internet since the invasion of the internet developments in the world, are all about sex. We got 'cybersex' and 'escort services' on line. Several bloggers and web servers create porn sites showcasing 'their gurls'.
Getting worse, people talk about it through phones now. And not just talk about it to break the ignorance, but titillate each other through it. They pursue each other and try hard to be kinky in their messages though they are total strangers from nowhere who collided in the midst of electronic 'can you be my textmate?' messages. Later, textmates become 'sexmates.'
Obviously, it's improper. Well, some people opine that it's just for fun and its not perversive since there is no physical contact.
However, I believe these people are culprits and at the same time, victims of paranoia and spiritual adultery. They deliberately foster lewd-and-dirty imaginations and it's possible to get more severe.
I'm afraid many young people right now make themselves 'phone prostitutes'.
Thanks po sa lahat na nag cmment sa mga nakaraang posts. Mas nararamdaman ko po na I am really blogging dahil sa interaction between you and sa mga posts ko and it really feels good.
You know, i slept late last night or i mean, just this morning at 2:00am. I was bothered with random thoughts that kept on bungling my mind and just made me twist and turn my up, side and down on my bed. There was the PBB fever where Wendy Valdez seemed to have this aura that pushed me to publish 3 posts about her in my friendster blog in just 2 days. The childhood memories and adolescent embarassing moments also went back to my poor self-esteem ditch. Also my father, who's history already. But there was this thought that popped up in my shell that really dimmed my eyes with tears.
For several times in my 20 years of living in this planet (il be 21 by October 1) i can still recall many unpleasant moments with my mom (well it's after the death of my pap). I mean, we had lots of arguments on principles, ideas, plans, some important, some baloney - mostly happened when I was still in college when we were talking about programs for the students (she's the student affairs head and I was a president of one organization). I often raised my voice in our quarrels as if I was right, often used biting remarks as if I was correct, used God damn it gestures as if I was superior and i know it all. But i witnessed, personally, that almost everything (if not completely) which she told me were all true, were all the right choices, were all the right verdicts.
I admit, it was just this morning when i realized that i have been so egotistic and self-centered, selfish to be exact and I never ever thought of my mother's part. What does she feel when I did that? How does she cope up with me being so stubborn? Where and from whom does she get her strength back mulling over the fact that father died and she's a single parent? I think i should be cursed! I know that being a single parent is freaking difficult and I am still doing it! Damn you Quincy!
Anyway, i know it doesn't end here. I still got a lot of chances because I believe my God is a God full of second chances.
Now, i'm just left with a question, why haven't i realized this earlier?
Yesterday was absolutely a fulfilled day. I accomplished things i needed to accomplish. I was able to send the letter to a national high school where we will have a research on adolescent reproductive health and i believe that they'll be positive about it. I was able to proofread and edit the summer publication of our school and hopefully be finalized today. I was able to went home safe and sound with a smiling welcome from my mom and a big laugh from my home buds.
I just woke up this morning thinking i'm alright, that all is well, there's so much to laugh and smile of when i step out the walls of my room. I thought all will be just fine.
But why did it came the other way around?
I know, the difference between a bad and good day is the attitude but i just can't have control over my attitude right now. I asked my mom if what's the schedule of classes of the former president of the student government of my school, but she didn't know. Then, she asked why, telling me to answer fast coz she's a bit late from her classes but still she wanted to know the reason why so she can help me out.
But i was yet a bit hanging over from the shock caused by the transmission from my dreams to reality and i just can't get the right answer fast and i was darn screwed up. So when i was able to adjust i told her its because we have a project and i wanted to request him to visit the city health office to ask for some reproductive health related records (with stupid gestures, obviously upset).
My mom, thinking i am pissed with my responsibilities from a youth group, told me to get out of it for now because i seemed uninterested and unhappy about it. But there i answered back with a loud voice and wrong gestures as if i'm talking to a dog, "I am interested!" (Am I really?)
Probably, my mom went disrupted because after she talked with me, there was a complaint from the neighborhood against our helper which i don't know why. Two arguments in a row? Goodness! Shut the tooot up!
Good thing i'm relieved just posting it here. But how about my mom? S"""
If there would be few living homo sapiens in this dark world who surely had a great impact in my borrowed wonderful, colorful and beautiful life, one would be the girl who was my super-duper sumnambulistic crush back when we were still in Grade I. lol
My mother often made me remember what i told her when i got home one afternoon from school. She said that i was really persistent that the girl with the smooth fair cheeks, with pretty lips and a cute nose and nice straight hair was my crush and that i really insisted much more when she was telling me i just like her. "Yes nay, i like her, that means, she's my crush. ok? peace!" lol
Well, that girl i often call "'day" is artistic in nature, smart, can attract all honeybees with her sweetness and knows the best friendship strategies...well, except for one girl during elementary years. hehe i don't know what happened between them that time but i observed "'day" was really srewed with that white and tall lassie. I even witnessed and heard her backbite the "chinita" miss.
But, anyway, they're in good terms now. i don't think " 'day " would foster a warfreak personality get up. No. Not in trillion years.:)
Still, we were classmates reaching Grade IV and there started (as far as i can remember) one of the most phenomenal events that ever happened in my 20 years of living this life - EXCHANGING OF puppy, romantic, kept-to-the-limit LOVE LETTERS using a state of the art and priceless medium of delivery - her close friends, Vic-vic and later turned out to be Divine when we reached the last level in primary school.
" 'day " started this and there i learned i was also her crush. hahaha oh man!
I seemed really deeply, truly and madly (childishly) "in-love" reading her letters. It always made me wear big, wide smiles walking homebound. Only weird thing is, we didn't talk in person, we avoided each other. lol
Man! Funny those emotions of one elementary school cherub. lol
The top-secret personal events of my unintended innocence back then are still fresh as i recall the times when I was really excited to receive another letter from her and that i can respond again. While we got loads of assignments every night , my love letter writing delights always buzz in and that gave me all the urges to finish my response first before my homeworks. But honestly, i often ignored my assignments and just focus on the love letters. lol And hey, it wasn't that easy at all. I was at a loss of words with " 'day's " cool writing prowess and her choice of words and her conjugation of it (though in early age). Besides, indeed, i found it hard hiding myself in the room while i was writing my replies in a piece of note pad torn from my spring lecture notebook (i didn't have nicely textured fragrant paper pads for love letters that time.hehe)while i was doing my very best to keep it in wide book pages and be vigilant because if somebody would enter the room, i got to be alert to turn the pages of the book, covering what i was writing, and pretend i was reading. whew! i admit, i was sweating then. lol
These only ended when we were already in 1st or 2nd year high, i guess. It was my birthday and she gave me another letter (through a friend, still). This time, its not like the usual as a nice peace of paper oftenly folded they call "i love you" fold. It was wrapped, rectangular. I opened it at home and it was stunning, made me shake! lol It was the biggest love letter i have have ever received! It was the size of a Transcor Motors wall calendar. She wrote all her favorite songs and dedicated it to me. (romantic, isn't it? lol)
Bad thing, i never replied. I thought she was really questioning then. (sorry day...lol)
Later during high school i was thankful the puerile "avoiding game" ended and we enjoyed each other's company till high school grad - not as having a crush with each other but as friends. and she just became one of the best buds God gave. her influence, her friendship, her sweetness, her compassion, her love and her fear in God - all packed in one lovely lad. Thank God for her. Even though we were not in the same school in college. I can always recall the things she told me and the precious time we shared.
And the sad part of everything? she told me one day that her letters were stolen from her cabinet and all are gone. But i don't know if she already knew that her letters were also stolen from my cabinet too. Not with a homo sapien but with the darn termites! and all are gone.
Anyway, " 'day " (a nursing graduate at this time) and I just laugh over it everytime we talk about that billet-doux history.
It wasn't in my billion, trillion thoughts that i am able to make addictive YM talks up to the wee hours of the morning since i learned how to use that state of the art global messenger. it only started when this girl friend from my darn stupid highschool years posted a bulletin that she has been often online for a week and is searching for somebody to talk to, whom she can lift up or piss off.
We knew each other during 1st year high school. yah, we just knew each other by name but, as far as i can remember, i didn't had good talks with her, didn't even give her good company until she left our class after 2nd year high. I admit, i was insensitive about my classmates' whereabouts that time so i didn't notice her graceful exit from our high school with a long mouthful name - doña hortencia salas benedicto national high school. She told me she transferred coz primarily it seemed difficult for their family situation. besides, there was a petty crash in their clique and well, sought for other company. but anyway, she's doin great now. she just graduated BS Biology at University of St. La Salle - Bacolod and she's grabbing a good chance in her life in _____________ this year trying to pursue ____________. (she told me not to tell anybody about it at this time. but i don't know why, he put the "medschool" experience in her blog. hmmm.. witch, try to be consistent. lol ;) )
I confess, I felt great having her spending about several hours talking with me. She shared what life has become, her experiences - on love and school and friendship, she shared advices, smiles and laughs. We also shared photos and (oh man!) i was amazed with how she has become as a woman. I mean physically. she bloomed so good. she's so charming and pretty and alluring (even though she's small, hehe sorry "witch" just strike the heart of the voodoo doll if you want me killed here..) - she's interesting to be specific. I often wished for a life rewind coz of so many things i want to change in my childhood and adolescent life. But anyway, openly talking with my high school friends has always been a good source of relief from my freaking embarassments, insanity and absurdity back then. They tacitly remind me of how God sews lives to make it more colorful, strong, decent and beautiful.
I hope i can have a chance to talk to more of my classmates in high school. Even just in YM and even up until dawn.
thank God for this girl friend. I wish i can hug her tight when we meet. (can i witch?)
