Creative Swap package has come!

Two days ago I received a text message that actually painted one huge smile on my face! It reads:

“pls. be informed that your package is ready for pick up at LBC Balanga branch. pls. give them a call and present an I.D. to pick it up. thanks. – xend”

And oh, I was just like an inch from running around screaming with glee – ‘It’s here! It’s actually here!!’ if only I was alone then and not in the midst of a huge mob of people! LOL

And what do you kow, after 5 min I was actually inside LBC already! LOL And upon presenting my I.D. to the evil lady at the counter… this is what I’ve received…

It's my package!

And the best thing about it is…

It has my name on it! :p LOL

And when I opened it…

there was another packing... awww...

And when I opened it again….

It wasn't another pack! These are all the goodies!

Oh look!

The letter reads…

Jenny is my creative swap sender!

And you bet she sent me a lot of great stuffs! For the goodies, she sent me a box of Meiji strawberry-chocolate and a pack of M&Ms…

hhhmmm... it's going to be my first time to try this!

now who doesn't love this? :p

And then I found this…

oooohhhh.... interesting... >.<

Jenny made me a crochet headband!:) and I love it! Thank you!:D

She also sent me metallic bookmarks from her own collection!

super cute...

And for my ‘to be’ craft, she sent me these…

paintbrushes! Bekaruh's on the background...

and these…

and a set of oil paints! Yey! complete with my own tray for painting!

To Jenny, thank you very much to the nth time! I loved everything you sent me. And I am actually planning to start my first painting project maybe next week… Once I finish it, I am going to give you a peek to how I am actually doing! LOL

To Caryn, thank you very much for letting me join the Creative Swap! I am absolutely looking forward to the next round!

Piapot Knocked down

When I opened my facebook account, this is what I read:

On this day of your life, Pia, we believe God wants you to know… … that humans learn only by trial and error, and that includes you. You’ve got to live life, not think about it. Step into the midst of things, try and fail and learn and stand up again. The question is not whether you will or will not make mistakes – you will. The question is do you want to learn and grow, or do you want to shrink back and be stuck? Take that step you’ve been avoiding. You can succeed, or you can get feedback that it didn’t work, but in either case you are sure to feel alive.

What would you know… God must have been hearing my thoughts…

There is no turning back

Since the day I started my duties, things have changed dramatically.

First, I have been so busy.
Second, I am not able to go home more than twice a week.
Third, I am not able to blog and I’m missing it so much.

Though, even if it gets tougher and tougher each day, I am still trying to make the best out of everything. And oh, my priority skills are getting better now, so I am finding my way to sneak into the blogosphere!

Anyway, I just missed my blog so much!

Joke Time!

(Dinner table, past 7pm)

Piapot: “Nakita niyo ba yung cookie ko na sa ref?” (Have you seen my cookie in the ref?)

PM: “Oo. Kinain na namin yung cookie mo na Mrs. Fields. Di naman masarap. Kaya binigay ko na lang kay papa, haha!” (Yes, we ate it already. It doesn’t taste good so I gave it to papa, haha!)

Don Domeng: “Masarap naman ah? Pero di naman ako bibili ng cookie na yun 40 pesos mahigit ang isa.” (Its good? But i won’t buy one of those cookie, it costs 40 pesos each.)

Piapot: “Dapat masanay ka ng kumain ng ganon Pa, yun ang kinakain ng mga mayayaman! 200 plus yata ang isang kahon nun eh tapos six pieces lang.” (You should be immuned to it Pa, that’s the food eaten by royalty. I think a box of that costs 200 peso plus.)

Don Domeng: “Bibili na lang ako ng isang kahon na Sky Flakes, mura pa! Tsaka dilis na lang ang kakainin ko… (I’m just going to buy a box of Sky Flakes, it’s even cheaper! And I’m just going to eat dilis (a kind of small fish fried to crisp)

kahit na… (even though…)

mayaman ako.” (I am royalty.)

Doraemon: “Wenk… wenk.. wenk.. ano ka ngayon? ah!”

A Confession of an Addict

I can’t help it. Everytime i hear about it I just can’t help myself to ignore it.

I’m an addict.

A Pope John Paul II Youth Camp Addict!

Pope John Paul II Youth Camp is a camp site  located at Peas, Limay, Bataan, and every summer, the Diocese of Balanga helds a three-day youth camo for the youth of Bataan. And as for me, I just can’t help it to stop my legs from dragging my body up to that place!

I don’t exactly know how i will be able to tell you guys why exactly, but i feel really secure and close inside that place, like nothing is capable of harming you and that you are in the presence of something divine or sort. Each day spent inside the borders of the youth camp is for spiritual growth specially, but more than that, it makes me grow and learn in every aspect of my being, that makes it irresistable for my soul. Phew!

Now, here are things that i’ve learned from the three-day youth camp in a day to day basis… Here it goes:

Day 1 (April 15):

Movie Review about Society and Corruption – honestly i was not able to watch the movie because i still had my classes going, but i was able to make in on time during the session with the Director of the film, (which i actually forgot his name because i don’t like him so much) and was very lucky to pull some great insights!

“Every temptation is an opportunity to do good.”

There is an existing absolute in this world, but how we deal with it is infinite.

We are a part of the big and real picture (existence of corruption in the country) outside the television scree, and the hope lies in our own actions to make it right.

Being a good Christian and a good Catholic is hardcore, but what is important is that we try and strive to do good. We are not God, and we can’t be God, we all make mistakes, but what’s important is that we strive to follow His teachings.

With the present condition of our society, blaming the past generation for their indispensable gift of corruption neither blaming ourselves about the pitiful state of the economy at this point in time is useless without proper action. What’s wrong is that people always get stuck on the blaming part.

My generation has been referred to as the most oppressed, depressed and manipulated  generation of all times, but if the elders of the society are all succumb to this what will there be in our future?

Day 2 (April 16)

Morning Mass

“Your sins do not defy who you are.”

“Spread your roots deep under the ground. Be grounded on your faith despite any obstacles, be grounded on Jesus.”

“Sometimes you feel you are unworthy to lead because of your sins, but don’t let this stop you.”

-Fr. Joshua

Day 3 (April 17)

LUBID Activities! here are some snopshots on our high events!

this is called the LEAP OF FAITH

Up the ladder I go!

40ft above the ground

now isn’t that fun??

The Big C

Yeah, I’m talking about the big “C” here – but honestly, it has nothing to do with tumors and cysts on your body.

Apparently, it is something alike cancer that some people are terrified to have, because to some extent, people nowadays seem to be lacking of it, or fearing it, or worse terrified about it. And for men who plays a lot of girls one after the other, it’s something that will surely bring cold jitters on their skin – COMMITMENT.

No, this blog is not about relationships and heartaches, actually it has nothing to do with it seriously, but just plain commitment period.

Just when school is about to start, it has already been postponed, but our duties and responsibility inside the campus paper is nothing close from postponing. Apparently, everything to be done was already planned two months ago, and the only problem is implementing it.

Since my seniors and their seniors have already graduated and left the university, including PM, Kuya Rem, and Ekoy, the core group was comprised of only nine members left, and sadly, only four of us are showing everytime a meeting was called. I wonder why, but maybe it has something to do with commitment.

During PM’s reign as EIC of the school paper, I was only in my first year of college then, and this issue was of primary concern. It’s just that, most of the people around are just too preoccupied with other things happening in their lives, or taking the organization less seriously placing it below the priority list. Unfortunately, I felt the same then, all because I was still searching for my own place inside the organization. But what we have now is different, everybody knows everybody already, we have been together and worked together before, but they seem not to get the point.

Being in the campus press is hard, honestly I can’t even tell you how difficult it is and wouldn’t make you believe unless you felt the stress, the pressure and the likes inside the organization itself. Alas, the respondents’ view and opinions on what we write is also an ache if they would take it positively or negatively which we in return would of course defend and stand on what we have published.

I am a little worried on what’s going to happen especially now that we are just starting the semester and already facing such. But I believe that we will make it through. I’m feeling that, from the loss of our senior mentors, my brothers and sisters inside the publication were rattled. But I know that the time will come that they will learn to stand on their own and depend on their own skills and abilities so their confusion on commitment will be resolved. I know that this year will be tough, for most of us are newbies in our own sections and positions handled, but just as what have been thought to us, when things go tough, you just have to be tougher.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light!

Am I Normal??

I really didn’t know exactly what to say when a friend of mine asked me this silly question. The end of my second semester torture just ended, and i and my classmates was able to have some time to relax on the beach. It was a fine day, they were all having fun, having some drinks, some screaming their lungs out on the videoke machine, others were getting their ultimate tan – but me, i was just sitting along the shore when one of my classmates started a chat with my neurotic brain.

He was holding a glass of what they call ’screw driver’, with alcohol and other things i don’t exactly know in it. He offered it to me, and i said “sorry, I don’t drink,” you should have seen his face in bewilderment, “Di nga? seryoso di ka umiinom? (seriously? you don’t drink?), then i answered, “No. I don’t. Is there a problem with that?”, I answered, “No. It’s just that there are only few of your kind left,” he replied, gave me a smile and went back to his group.

C’mon? is there something wrong with not drinking? As if I was an alien or something, maybe like an endangered specie? I don’t know. I really don’t like it, any part of it. It’s stinky, it makes you say things you really don’t mean and hurt people, it makes your head hurt the next morning you wake up, and most of the times, upon drinking too much… it makes you stupid. How do I know all of these? Of course I haven’t experienced it myself, but have seen how people acted upon the spell of alcohol and beer.

Now tell me, is there something wrong with me or this world is just spinning too fast?

Moonlight Sonata

when the feeling grows
it starts to get warm
but as i feel so close
that’s when it all starts

i’ve looked at you from a far
and it was just as great
but as i come near
i hope it just melts to far away

nobody knows, even i can’t tell
how love can hurt
but can melt it with a single smile
to this foolish feeling i am enslaved

oh how crazy it seems
i have no thought
but it just have to end somewhere
this infatuation can not last,

somewhere we’ll meet again
i don’t know where or when,
but life is an endless journey
of love, pain, happiness and faith.

* I’ve been trying to inspire myself to make good poetry once more. So i hope you could bear with my thoughts. I have been told that listening to music is one way to start, and so my pen started to ink down words as i listen to Moonlight Sonata.

To my blogmates

It’s my finals week so I am not able to blog. After my hell weeks of torture to submit all my requirements and finish all my exams, I will be able to post something worth reading. I have a lot of stories to tell!

Sorry for the inconvenience.. haha
I miss my blog.

See you all soon!

Result of NLEX November 2008

PM PASSED!!! PM PASSED!!! those were the words that escaped my mouth like hell when i knew that my sister passed! And damn! Everything that came after was like a bright flash of memories in super slow-mo that will surely last for an eternity!!!

After screaming my lungs out! my mom, Don Domeng, my aunt which we refer to as mommy came running from nowhere squeezing their faces in the monitor to make sure then jumped with joy and screamed their hearts out with both my parents teary-eyed! well, crying softly that is! But, what the heck, PM PASSED! PM PASSED!

My muscle cramps, back pains, sore feet, and tired soul from climbing Mt. Samat was worth it! really worth it! send me your prayers when we climb again for the next pilgrimage! as for now, all i can say is – PM PASSED!! PM PASSED!!