Senior year has started! I feel old. Whoops! Guess you guys can’t call that old yet.
Day 2 of the school year and I must admit, I haven’t gone to school yet. Why? Well, I can’t tell. But I will most probably go to school on Monday. Some things shouldn’t be told to everyone. It should be kept as a secret right now.
I am quite jealous because the first day of senior year, we always have this 1st year and 4th year interaction wherein the seniors welcome the freshies in High School. And yes, I missed that one and only chance. Guess life is just like that. Yes, I am also jealous because everyone or maybe most of my batchmates are already saying they’re quite happy about the start of the year. And I also missed the “start”.
It is saddening. Really saddening, actually.
Everyone seems so excited for this school year, and it includes me. But with a half of nervousness because college is nearing. I heard that we’ll be dismissed at 2:40pm every Monday and Tuesdays to Fridays we will be going home at 3:30. Before it was 5 and sometimes we needed to stay for school works and group projects and other activities for school. And also, trimestral! I’m quite excited and sad about that though. Because trimesters seem to have shorter holidays. Oh well. Tell me ‘bout your thoughts about this school year starting!
You should, maybe, tell me about your first day in school? Because I would love to hear your stories, guys! That would make me happy. Genuinely happy because I need that right now.
While the rainy season is here, the internet connection is being crappy to everyone, so we didn’t have internet for hours. What did we do?
We went downstairs, got a book and a pillow. Sorry for the crappy quality. I just used my phone’s camera, and it sucks big time…
My brother, writing a poem. I think. We’ve gone through lots of old notebooks and photo albums that day.
Ate yema that my grandma gave to me. They made me fat this summer… :(
But afterwards eating sweet stuff, I ate an apple. An apple a day keeps the doctor away, right? :)
After all those photo albums, old notebooks used the past school years, and a lot of eating and reading a book, we found my old ukelele. Unfortunately, it’s 4th string is gone and its definitely a broken and old uke. I played a little even though the last string is gone and it’s really old. It still sounded good. But we can’t fix it because reasons. Hihi.
We got too lazy to go online then, so we just took turns in showering because we felt like we needed one after going through old photo albums and old dusty stuff. Yeah, I used old a lot today, didn’t I? Oh well.
Hope you guys have a great day! God bless.
I really just can’t stop thinking about that guy I saw in Glorietta. He’s really so familiar and cute… and idk. ugh stop.
I know that I know him, but I can’t remember where and when we saw each other before. He was also looking at me, maybe thinking if he saw me before. It’s really weird!! He still is pictured in my mind. I still can’t remember. I hope I could see him again so I could remember. I hate it when I can’t remember something.
My deceased grandmother died around April 10, 2010 at exactly 6 in the morning when we were supposed to have a parade in the village, and then there were 5 priests which was very weird because they never got the chance to be all present at one event, but they were. We thought it was a miracle. We thanked God for 5 priests and a big crowd praying over our dear grandmother.
She was the nicest person in the whole world. She died because of breast cancer stage IV. She never said to us that her breasts were hurting. She was always giving me horse rides while I’m on top of her legs then she’ll go up and down with her legs so I would be like hopping although I’m sitting. It was the horse ride. I miss it so much. She would never get angry. I had seen her angry, but it was only once. And I never saw it again. She was really the nicest person you could ever find. She would know what you needed. She would know what you wanted to eat. She cooks the best meals ever. Even those food I hate, she would make me love it. She was that amazing at cooking. She’s an all-rounder.
Sings really melodically, nice, always making people happy, busy, she cooks, does the laundry, cleans the house, just about everything. And when we would really want to help her, she wouldn’t want our help. I think I was the only one who she let her help with the dish washing anyway. She’s an angel God had given us. Those were my best years until she went up home. Your were the best, Nanay Ats. I love you so dearly and deeply. I miss you so terribly. I know you’re ok there and I know I will be ok soon, too. Thank you for all those years. You’ve sacrificed yourself for all of us. You took all the pain anyone wold want to get. You took all the blame, all the bad words your brother-in-law said to you. And I assure you that we will be alright. I know Lola Meding also misses you, well, because she is your sister, and also because you never hated anyone.
I miss the way when you would go down the stairs and take a few minutes, but I never have been impatient when I was always behind you going down those stairs. I was used to it. I miss the way where you would touch your big mole and the hair and say that you’re going to put it onto my neck, the same way where it was in yours. I miss your voice. I miss the horse rides. I miss hanging outside the house with you. I miss washing the dishes with you. I miss cooking with you. I miss your soft, wrinkly skin. I miss seeing you sleep. I miss helping you. I miss seeing you eat using your hands. I miss seeing you pull your legs up the seats every time you sit. I miss you. :(
She was known as the nicest person in the house. And I would never let anyone take that crown from her. It will be he award for being the greatest grandmother you could ever have.
What will I be remembered for? She was the nicest of all, what will I be?
The fact when somebody passes away and everyone says the family would eventually forget the past with them, but for me it isn’t going to happen. It will only fade, but I will never forget because she was there. She was the happiest years. I have a memory to not forget everything about her. ☺
This book circles all around the words: family, friends and school. In short, relationships and school.
This book is my favorite book as of now by Sarah Dessen. I don’t want to take up too much of your time so I’ll let you read the best (2) and one of the funniest lines there.
Ruby: “Remember Thanksgiving at our house?”
Cora: “No.” *she said softly* “Not really.”
Ruby: “Me neither.”
One of the funniest conversation in the book, ever!
Through my tears, I could hear her saying it was all going to be okay, and I knew she believed this. But I was sure of something, too: it’s a lot easier to be lost than found. It’s the reason we’re always searching, and rarely discovered—so many locks, not enough keys.
I believe in this. It is quite easier to be lost than found.
Our family of origin, the family we created, as well as the groups you moved through while all of this was happening: friends, lovers, sometimes even strangers. None of them were perfect, and we couldn’t expect them to be. You couldn’t make any one person your world. The trick was to take what each could give you and build a world from it.
We should never tell anyone that they’re your world because they never will be the whole world, they will only be a part of your built world. Someone might be able to fill up that space when you built the world, you just have to wait. :)
It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room’s only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’
The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.
You guys know that I’m not really into uploading pictures because it takes so long. I know I should take risks and I know I always do in tumblr, but it just takes up so darn long time to upload, so I’m deeply sorry if my blog looks boring without pictures. I still hope you guys would understand. ☺
My family and I went to Glorietta to celebrate the very 1st Death Anniversary of my grandfather’s brother’s wife (if you don’t get it, well, idk.) yesterday. Also, it was my parents 22nd Wedding Anniversary. Hihi.
(Btw, pictures will be up soon. Just like how I promised that I’d upload some on the Pulilan, Bulacan trip. Sorry it’s taking so long. My uncle has his camera as of now, I’m going to ask if i could upload it.)
Anyhow, back to the story. We ate and heard the mass in the restaurant called Wee Nam Kee(?). After the gathering, my uncle, and my siblings and I went shopping, since my uncle wanted us to shop with him for our things. Not for school, though.
We went to different *expensive stores* (they’re expensive for me ok) and then we went to Giordano and we sat at the couches for about 10 to 15 minutes because the line in the store was quite long and my brother was in line waiting for his turn. Then I suddenly noticed someone. First there was Genie, I think who was my schoolmate and then I suddenly saw this guy who was so familiar. Really awkwardly familiar. I think he thought I was familiar too or something since he actually kept looking at me.
Then there were times where there were other people going in and out of the fitting room and some people talking a little loud and everyone would really look at you since the store was quite enclosed, so just like what I said, we looked at the people. Then sometimes there were quite a bit noise too, since there was a little *playground*-ish side to the store for the *Giordano Jr.* Hahaha. Then we’d all look again. It was a really awkward one, but not that awkward where you felt like you just want to get out of there. It was a nice awkward feeling. But that boy just kept on slipping in my mind. I just can’t figure out WHY he was actually looking at me, or why he was so familiar to me, or just why. Why, why, why!
It’s just like when you see appealing people, or handsome men. Yes, he WAS quite cute with his glasses, but I just can’t stop thinking if maybe I know him. I just hate myself when I don’t remember or that I just don’t know if I know him or not. Maybe I’ve seen him or something. I JUST KNOW THAT HE’S REALLY FAMILIAR. And that irritated me. This post is really long just because of him. Why can’t I just not know people? Why can’t I just not feel that they’re familiar to me? Irritating vibes. Huhuhu.
Anyway, you guys should also update what’s happening in your lives, guys. I am obviously still irritated by the fact that he was KINDA cute, familiar and I don’t know. Ugh, these thoughts. Haaaaaaa. -_-
Okay I admit it, he’s not *kinda* cute, he’s cute. HAHA ok. Though that would not help anyway. Well if maybe he’s from here I’d soon know who he is. Right? He’s just so frigging familiar. Hahaha. It might be possible anyway, since I saw a schoolmate there.
OOOOH! BTW, my schoolmate even smiled at me. She’s always such a cutie, really. I even wanted to wave so big that time, but I thought I might attract too much attention. Hahaha.
God Bless you guys! ☺
I have been finding a file to download so I can read Along For The Ride by Sarah Dessen and when I asked my sister to search for it, it just took her a minute to send it to me. GOSH! What a life saver. Think about it, I was almost crying for getting so irritated because I haven’t found any decent file to read a book, and then she just did it in a minute!
She always knew how to find things. Books and other things I’ve been busy about. Seriously. She’s been helping me recently. Maybe become a bookworm. Hahaha. Yes, I’ve been reading for a few weeks. For pleasure only, though. And! Also to hide away from the recent *pain*. c:
She’s so amazing. Really. I hope she soon finds a good man. Even though it is hard finding a man because she studies in an all-girls school.
