Thursday, December 27, 2007
Ten Times Braver
Sunday, December 23, 2007
The film was a 7 year- old’s dream come true: seeing Cinderella come alive and live a perfect life in this imperfect world. Actually, she didn’t live a perfect life. She was perceived to be ignorant and crazy by the people around her. Nevertheless, she stood by her principles and her sweet idea of love. Enchanted taught me how different real life love stories are from fairy tales- only because we make them so. Of course, there wouldn’t be any fairy godmother to save the day, but the most important thing comes down to just expressing how much a person means to you, how much you really love him/her. Like how Giselle’s song goes, “How does she know you love her?”
Before Keng and I left the movie house, I went to the restroom to check if I still looked okay. Honestly, my main reason was to check if I had any unwanted stains from flavored popcorns. I’m such a messy eater. To my surprise, there was this magical mirror plastered on the bathroom’s huge mirror. And in gold letters were the words: Will I ever find my prince charming?
That line made me smile. I though to myself, with a Christmas song playing on the background, that I shouldn’t be wasting my time in there. I don’t want my prince to be waiting in vain outside. *wink*
I love you, sweetie, and you don’t ever have to say sorry that you couldn’t give me a perfect world. My life can’t be any better when you’re in it. Happy Christmas.
Yesterday was my first chance to bond with them again. Rather than playing and running around with those angels, I preferred to just sit on the porch and watch them from afar. These kids lost their dad over four months ago. Yet, there’s no more trace of loneliness in their eyes. Their actions show that they moved on and have forgiven. In spite of their innocent minds and fragile hearts, they managed to stay strong; and I’m confident they will continue to be so throughout the coming years.
Now, as I wrap my Christmas presents for the three little angels of my life, pictures of my own childhood flash right before my eyes. Back then, I’ve been wishing for a big sister from Santa. For this Christmas, what I sincerely wish for from the Big Man Upstairs is His guidance, so I can be the best Ate for Alyza, Alyna and Aldrei- the Ate I never had.
Monday, December 17, 2007
The Perfect Gift
Weeks before radio stations start to play Christmas carols and even months before the malls start to get too crowded, I’ve already checked- out countless boutiques to find the perfect gift for Keng. Year after year, I never get tired of mall- hopping, and even bazaar- hopping until I stumble upon something that would surely make his Christmas complete.
However, year after year also, the quest becomes more and more difficult.
Four anniversaries, four birthdays, four Christmases, four valentine’s day, not to mention those special dates we call our own- sometimes, it feels like I’ve run out of creative juices to even come up with an idea of what to give him. The feeling’s often stressful, knowing that Keng never fails to discover what I secretly wish for yearly. It’s not that I pay too much attention to material things. I just want to give him the best, because he sure does give me that, too.
For our first Chritmas together, I remember giving him an oval locket. The next one, I believe it was a musical snow globe. The year after that I found the cutest precious moments wedding dolls and gave it to him. Last year, I bought a wooden doll house and decorated it as our own home. For this Christmas, there was nothing in any mall and bazaar I’ve visited that reached my expectation. Nothing seems to fit in that ‘perfect gift’ category. So this year, I will carefully wrap in gold and fancy paper something I’ve spent sleepless nights for; something no other girlfriend could give to his special guy.
For our fifth Christmas, I mustered enough confidence to put together something I feel would best express how much he really means to me. I still feel nervous about it, though. Yet, I know there’s no point in feeling that way. Because, in every moment I remember handing him a present, he never fails to flash that smile, which makes me feel that year after year, I’ve succeeded the quest of finding the perfect gift.
Monday, December 10, 2007
The One That Got Away
That’s what she said; that’s what she thought.
Aside from basketball, one thing I was as passionate about was writing. I was a staffer of our school’s publication, Forum, when I was in 2nd year high school. I was promoted to being the Assistant Managing Editor in my third year. Unluckily, I didn’t make it to the Editor-in-Chief slot during my senior year. The position went to a very deserving friend, anyway.
Until now, I can remember that interview I had with Ms. Jamie, our adviser. She asked me if I was willing to give up being a member of the basketball team to be the EIC. It was a brainless question for me. Of course, I answered no.
The end of the interview was the time for me to say bye- bye to the dream of seeing my name go across the ‘Editor- in- Chief’ title on the Editorial board. However, I still don’t regret the decision I made; I don’t think I ever will.
Basketball and writing are two things I enjoy. I cannot give up one for the sake of a title. I revel writing, for the most part that it allows me to voice out my views in a proper forum. I believe I could still do so even if I wasn’t on top of the team.
Being the EIC was an honor I could have relished. Being the Associate Editor and a ball player at the same time made me feel complete.
Now, if I may say so, there is one thing in my life that got away. But just like two people who are meant for each other, it found a way to come back to me. I guess what I’m saying is, I can’t believe I can now call myself an EIC. Finally.
Friday, December 7, 2007
Next In Line
In our pants and casual tops, we entered the hall. Almost everyone inside was in their corportae suits. However, we didn’t feel any smaller. We confidently walked to our seats. I felt really proud to be sitted at DLSU’s table, with the representatives and professors. Actually, our table was the most filled. Sir Tugas (pool’s coach) insisted that we should witness the event, because, according to him, we were next in line.
During the competition, there were certain points when we can’t help but burst out laughing. The reasons:
“We will serve brewed coffees everyday”- PUP (2 cups of coffees, puh-lease!)
“Actually, both accounting and nursing are demanding today”- UST (say it with me. In- de-mand-)
“As a matter of Fuck..”-UP (faaaaaaaact. Okay?)
[apology to my dear friends from the mentioned schools. Love you,all]
For 2 years in a row, La Salle had managed to take home the crown. Next year, as the professors were saying, La Salle would establish a dynasty.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Being a bona fide member of the Accountancy pool, I am not just expected to train hard and eventually give pride to the school through trophies and medals. Over and above that, I am tasked to help my fellow Accounting students survive the backbreaking world of Accountancy by means of tutorials.
Yesterday, I underwent my very first finals tutorials. I was assigned to tutor Meyrick, a frosh. With all honesty, I think he was smart. He was just caught by those traps set by his professor in their mind- boggling exams. I, without question, knew how it felt to be tricked, be careless, and fail the quiz. So before we formally started, I gave him the usual pep talk about not giving up and always keeping his goal in mind.
When Meyrick began digging up his test papers, I felt terribly nervous about not being able to help him in anyway. I have never believed I was smart enough to teach someone. Whatever grades I received in my Major subjects, I charged them on the lucky day, the easy final exams, the last- minute adjustments and everything other than my capability. I would leave the room right there and then if only I had the chance to.
Meyrick’s currently taking up ACBAS2- a subject I took 2 years ago. I couldn’t even remember anything my history professor discussed the other day. He’s such a poor guy to have been assigned to me. I badly needed to check if there was any relevant knowledge stored in my brain.
Good thing, there was a lot.
Our discussion went really, really well. I was able to explain to him his mistakes in his previous quizzes. I also gave him some tips when taking the exam. Whenever he flashed that now- I- get- it smile, my heart couldn’t help but leap in ecstasy. The best part of the experience? He asked for my number and he said he wants another tutorial session if I was free any time on Friday.
Looking back, I remember including ‘teacher’ in my “I want to be a” list, together with lawyer, housewife, and, believe it or not, nun. I have always admired teachers for being able to effect change and see it with their two eyes. More significantly, I admire their ability to aid their students in their baby steps toward their dreams.
So maybe, just maybe, I could make a good professor, someday. Despite the whopping pay checks I would receive by being a full- time CPA, teaching might be a more meaningful and fulfilling route.
Now, I tell myself:
I am intelligent- if that’s what it takes to muster enough pluck to actually pursue teaching as one of my vocations.
I am intelligent- if that’s what I have to be in order to assist young minds in the journey towards becoming the persons they want to be.
I am intelligent- but take out all those grounds I’ve mentioned above, perhaps, I’m still not.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Why do you have to leave behind everything you’ve ever worked hard for before settling down? Why limit yourself when you can be a wife/ mother and a career woman at the same time?
The answer my heart holds:
I want to accomplish every selfish ambition first before I settle down. Because when I finally do so, those dreams will be set aside, and everything will start and end with my family.
It’s not limiting myself to what wives and mothers do. It’s more of doing everything as a wife and a mother.
- Derya, 17
With just a quick read of the lines above, one can be certain that Derya isn’t from a Filipino family. Women, in our tradition, have always been treated with high respects. Though our (women) ancestors weren’t awarded with the same rights as that of men, they weren’t mistreated. Personally, I have never seen my dad hit my mom and he never lift a finger on me, too. So it was doubly shocking for me to learn that there are families elsewhere that pressure their daughters to take their own lives, or else, their families will do it for them.
In this day and age, it is unthinkable that there are certain traditions that restrict the interaction between young men and women. Worse, it is definitely unacceptable, for me, that women who disobey these traditions will be pressured to commit ‘honor suicides’.
Honor suicide is expected to be committed by women who are believed to have stained their family’s name. Derya, the girl who uttered those troubling words above, has done something her family disapproved of: she spoke with a male classmate on her cellphone. Now, she faces the horror of being haunted by her family to take her own life.
I know I don’t have any right to judge Turkey’s traditions, specifically the honor suicide. I have read just one article about it and I have no idea when and why it even started. I have no plans of finding out, though.
Derya’s story, honestly, didn’t make me, at all, interested in what other ‘weird’ traditions her country has. Her story gave me one positive reason why I should be thankful I am where I am right now. Despite the poor governance and unstable economy, we still have countless of reasons why we should be thankful we are born Filipinos- with brown skin, round eyes and loving families.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
From a steaming HOTT FRIEND
the perfect girl
Nov 23, '07 1:51 PMfor everyone
If everything else is the same about me - background, family, school, friends, etc. - except my gender, I know exactly what kind of girl I’d fall for.
I bet by bottom peso that I’d fall for one of these girls.
These crazy, witty, gorgeous, sexy, smart, amazingly wonderful girls who laugh way too loud, curse way too much and take WAAAAY too many pictures with somebody else’s camera (ehemMINEehem) just because they feel like it.
The girls who joke that they used to be guys way back when and call each other alternately sweet and mean “names” like “ganda” and “sexy”, and “baboy” and “tanga”.
The girls who are self-proclaimed “malandeeeeh” and refer to revealing outfits as plan B.
The girls who get excited whenever I bring a camera and pester me relentlessly about uploading ASAP!
The girls who swear to being on a diet yet eat large fries four times a week at Mcdo anyway.
The girls who tease about stealing each other’s boyfriends.
The girls who are smart and witty and 9 times out 10 make my jaws and my tummy ache with all the laughing we’d be doing whenever we get together
The girls who are extremely honest – to the point of being brutally so. *think TH!*
The girls who hardly wear make-up and rarely dress up, yet never fail to look absolutely stunning.
If I were a guy, I would definitely love to have any one of these girls as my girlfriend.
But since I am a girl, I have the unbelievable fortune of having ALL OF THEM as my girl friends.
So to the boys who have the enviable luck of calling one of these girls his sweetie/baby/honey/chorva,,please please please take care of her and never make her cry. Not just because the rest of us will hunt you down and skin you alive – seriously, we will – but because she is a rocking goddess who deserves nothing less. Worship her if you must. :P
And to my GIRLS! thank you thank you thank you..*mwahmwah*..for taking all of my nasty mood swings and general brattiness this past few days.For accompanying me on my “walk off the anger” walkathons around the campus or my random pig-out sessions. For indulging my recent chorva-related monologues. *you all know what Im talking about*
And of course for being your awesome,awesome selves. I luhrve you girls to pieces!^-^
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