Crash into you

Now I know how it feels. :|

Yung black, yung shiny, yung slide-up, yung senstive, at soft touch.


Don't text/call it anymore. ;p

         Once I hear the voice of Michael Bolton singing, “I have often dreamed, of a far off place. Where a hero's welcome, would be waiting for me, where the crowds will cheer, when they see my face. And a voice keeps saying, this is where I'm meant to be,” I would always picture perfectly the scene of a scrawny and young boy who entered a temple and then years after came out as a buffed and dauntless hero. The story of the swash-buckling and multi-million dollar national celebrity Hercules has affected how I envision things or set goals ever since I watched it eleven years ago.

            It really marvels me how the story of Hercules has greatly affected my childhood the most. First, compared to other Disney movies and its predecessors, the movie fails in comparison in terms of the movie’s total gross. Second, the movie veers away so much from the Philippine context in the sense that it had a blonde hero and it had gods who looked like lazy Americans and sat all day in their Lazy-boy Sofa and still got whatever they wanted. Also, if it was a hero I was looking for then there would be definitely be better and more attractive graphic novel heroes like Superman, Spiderman, The Hulk, and the like to look up to.

But looking back, I understood why I was attracted to the film so much. Probably, it was because it was one of the few fiction movies my mom considered watching with my dad, brothers and I. But I guess more importantly, screwing aside the movie gross, the Anachronisms, the Greek mythology and the American context, back then I was just boy who had bigger dreams than myself and Hercules was a mirror of that boy. Beneath the muscular knight-in-shining armor character stereotype who rescues another character stereotype, a damsel-in-distress, is a boy who has dreams as high as the stars for himself and is also a boy who believes that the strength to reach his goal is fueled by how much he desires for it. Hercules taught me how to dream: “when you dream, always dream big. “  I wouldn’t consider it a paradigm shift then but because of Hercules, I never became afraid to have seemingly impossible or unreachable goals. Since then, I became brave in facing the world’s harms in the process of attaining my dream. I never settled for failures or defeat. I would always tell myself, “Hercules never did.”

The story of Hercules is something I’ve watched in my childhood, reminisced in my teen years and probably I will once more rekindle in my old age.  In the near future, when I consider myself an adult, I’ll always care to remember that I am still that boy who looked at stars in they sky and said, “If my dreams were as high as the stars, one day I will wake up and stars and the sky will be right in front of my face.”

Si Yuri ay ang cute na cute na tatlong taong gulang kong nakababatang kapatid.

Linggo ng umaga nang magsimula ang storya. Nasa hapag-kainan si Yuri Leonardo Correa Jose at ang kanya mama at sabay kumakain ng agahan. Nag timpla ng kape ang kanyang mama.

Yuri: "Lord, salamat po talaga sa kape." sinabi ni yuri nang nakangiti na nakaaktong nagdarasal. (At mukhang nagdadasal nga siya.)

Napansin ito ng kanyang mama ngunit hindi nalamang nagsalita kahit medyo ngumingisi na.

Aba'y, napansin pala ni Yuri na naaliw ang kanyang mama sa ginawa niya at sinabi kaya lalo pa itong nagpapansin.

Yuri: "Lord, ang sarap-sarap po talaga ng kape." pagmamalabis na ngiti ang ginawa ni yuri habang sinabi niya ito bago siya humigop ng kape.

Mama: "Hoy, akin yan." ang sinabi ng kanyang mama habang nakangiting kinukuha ang tasa ng kape.

Yuri: "Hoy 'wag mong kunin sa akin yan, tinimpla sa akin yan ni Lord."

at hindi na kailangan pang ituloy ang storya.

(Totoong nangyari talaga yan nitong nakaraang linggo. Napag-iisip tuloy kami kung tatlong taong gulang lang nga ba 'tong si Yuri.) haha :))

After a night of vicious rainfall, all that’s left is a sea-amount of cars on the road as I swim my way home alone. “Let’s just waste time, chasing cars around our heads.”* And as if the cruel rainfall isn’t enough, I received tantamount cruelty from my driving instructor. 

 

Before I braved the streets alone, I had my first driving lessons at my driving school, Smart Driver. I have received what Lucas Scott received from Coach Whitey Durham on his first Ravens game: a ton of tongue-lashing. My D.I. was furious at just about anything. As a result, my first day at the driving school was pretty messy. And As I carefully walked home alone along the slippery road and reflected, I realized at the same time it was also my first day as a college freshman. My first day in school was really a new experience for me but I felt really lethargic as was looking back at the day I just had. Nostalgia then hits me as I recount my first days and my first rides.

 

PRE-SCHOOL WAS the moment I was introduced to a monster that swallowed me in and spit me out for a particular time frame everyday. I remember my first day in pre-school wherein it was a struggle for my parents to get me to school. They couldn’t blame me because it was the first time I would be in an uncharted place without them. But of course, things turned out pretty well and my pre-school days are memories I treasure up to now. It was also about the same time I rode my first bike. I developed bruises along the way but later on, I was with the boys around the village we became the suburban biker wannabes in Wild Hogs. We would usually go as fast as we could, hit the breaks, strike a pose and on-lookers wouldn’t even know what hit them.

 

GRADE SCHOOL WAS my first experience at a really big school. My first day was indeed different from pre-school as I was wailing no more and my parents found it easier to dispose me. After the last first day kiss I had from my mom, looked around the dropping off area and realized that kids my age were going through the same thing in a different fashion. Some, after three years in pre-school were still crying, some bid their ‘rents good bye and walked on confidently, some had no parents with them, some didn’t want to go to school and some almost weren’t able to go to school because of their parents’ snake arms wrapped around them. G.S. was also about the same time I had my first school bus ride. At first I was afraid of the upperclassmen who threw their weight around the bus. Surprisingly, I never had any traumatic experience as a bus rider. In fact, I’ve made some good friends and I’m still in contact with my busmates up to now.

 

HIGH SCHOOL WAS the best ride of my life so far. Of course, my parents weren’t there anymore to bid me farewell on my first day. High School had all the factions new kids would be afraid of-geeks, jocks rebels etc.  And on the first day, I’ve meet some familiar faces, new ones and ones that I couldn’t remember on the first day. But, after four years of High School, I wasn’t able to see all the faces I saw on the first day anymore. Because All I saw was one-a sea of happy faces. High School was also about the same time I learned how to commute. Scared was an understatement when I had my first jeepney ride.  I was constantly on the look for the Hollow man that would stab me in the back or snatch my mobile phone. Hollow man remained unseen up to now just I am still commuting going to and coming home from school.

 

COLLEGE … the time I had a fun, interesting yet tiring first day a freshman and also the time I had a sucky first driving lessons session.

 

LIFE … (hints experience of first day at work and experience of having a car)

 

A mentor once told me, the things that we fear are False Evidences Appearing to be Real.  Do not be fearless, be afraid on your first. Because surely, that is the last time that you will be afraid, until you make your first again- first days and first rides.

 

“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swaps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists. It is real. It is possible. It is yours. “**

 

 

*Snow Patrol-Chasing cars

**One tree hill Chad Michael Murray’s Voice over of Ayn Rand’s quote

 

 

 

 

Darkness has hugged the streets of my village with the appearance of the night.
There were lesser cars honking their way towards road and it almost seemed quiet with the exception of the stray dogs that barked and marked their territory.
I walked down the deserted road and felt the coldness of the night.
I had with me two sticks of isaw, a bottle of Coke, a straw, a small change in my pocket and loads of stories to tell.
I quickly finished my first stick of isaw and I stared at the second one.
sigh...
And just before I start eating my second one, I thought I saw someone walking towards me from the end of the road.
I did not keep my hopes high but nevertheless, I walked towards the person.
I was at the end of the road.
And I had no one with me.
I just had a stick of isaw, a bottle of Coke, a straw, a small change in my pocket and loads of stories to tell.
I was happy enough to finish my last stick of isaw and drink up my Coke.
Good thing the lady didn't give me an extra straw.
Because...
I'll have no use for it anyway.
I walked home alone but
-
-
happy.

What Gabriel Jose Means

You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life. You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone. Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs. You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality. You are full of energy. You are spirited and boisterous. You are bold and daring. You are willing to do some pretty outrageous things. Your high energy sometimes gets you in trouble. You can have a pretty bad temper at times. You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something. You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense. You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun. You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing. You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together. At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together. You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow. You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily. Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is. You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you. You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries. You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice. You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life. You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you. At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself. You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong. You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know. You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.

I just tried it. Funny how some descriptions tailor fit me while some coincide with people's view of me.

Lol. This 'thing' had a lot more to say about me than people I know. :))

A while ago, I played basketball with my H brothers, Charles, Lau, Sales, Kyle, Joel, King and King's older brother Michael. Grabe, sobrang nakakamiss magbasket, pero mas na miss ko parin yung mga kakaklase ko. (Alam na kung saan yung patutunguhan nito. haha) I also missed the High School covered courts. This was our venue for almost everything: P.E. since first year, assemblies, masses, Sophomore's night, PROM and GRADUATION BALL. (Grabe 'no?)

So after playing and winning the 5 on 5 game against college peeps, we took a water break and also took the time to tell stories about life after High School. Tapos nalaman namin na may mga true blue atenean parin at sa Loyola Schools mag-aaral, may mag Lalasalle (haha), may UE, may UST, may UP. (Ayos! Kitakits sa Uaap. haha)

Tapos biglang napagtripan namin ni Charles na maghiritan gamit yung larong basketball. So gagawin muna namin yung moves sabay may kasamang punch line. Nakakatawa 'to, mga basketBOLERO nga. haha

Top 10 plays of the day

10. Move: Biboy passes the ball to Charles for a game winning three point shot
     Punch line: "I'm always here, willing to ASSISST you!"

9. Move: Biboy keeps on missing the jumpshots
    Punch line:"Kapag titira ako at ikaw ang bola, laging hindi ko i sho shoot, kasi lagi kitang MAMIMISS!"

8. Move: Napag-usapan namin yung tawagan sa baby corn o young corn
    Punch line:"Ang CORNY mo, MAIS!"

7. Move: Biboy's jumpshot taken is an airball
    Punch line: "Lagi namang KAPOS yung mga EFFORT ko sa iyo eh"

6. Move: Biboy takes a bite from Charles' heart shaped donut
    Punch line: "Sige, sakin naman lagi yung TIRA-TIRA niyo eh."

5. Move: Charles shares his heart shaped donut from Cello's
   Punch line: "Sige, lagi niyo namang PINAGPAPASA-PASAHAN yung puso ko eh!"

4. Move: Someone steals Biboy's two basketballs
   Punch line:"Lahat naman INAAGAW niyo sa akin eh!"

3. Move: Biboy shoots the ball and the ball rolls out of the of the ring
    Punch line: "Lagi mo na man akong PINAPA-IKOT eh, bola!"

2. Move: Charles shoots 3 consecutive baskets.
   Punch line: "Ayaw kitang ma MISS!"

1. Move: Charles drives into the lane and gets blocked by someone
    Punch line: "Lagi naman akong REJECTED sa iyo eh!"

Hahaha:)) Gusto ko lang sabihin sa inyo H boys na miss ko kayo! Ulitin natin 'to!

Congrats to my mates. :) One team, one heart. Taken from Charles.

FR. BERT AMPIL DIVISION

AHS 4GHI (1st, 5-0)- 59

AHS 4JL (2nd, 3-2)- 57

 

One Final Push to a Memorable Finish

By Miguel Domingo

 

     The championship game of this year's Father Ampil division was one to remember. For forty minutes, 4GHI and 4JL played hard basketball for the high school division title. Knowing that all players in the game are playing for the last time in the ABL as high school students, both teams were battling at their best. In the first quarter, both teams made sure to stay within arms length of each other so the game was not to close to call it up right away. In the second quarter, with all the players of 4JL contributing to the team led by the efforts of Niño Cabalona, Peter Ramirez and the team’s great defense, the 4JL team outscored the 4GHI team in the first half holding the league’s division leading scorer, Charles Villadelgado, scoreless. At the start of the third quarter, 4JL used their speed and skill to explode into a twenty point lead coming down to 6 minutes left in the third period.

 

     The team of 4GHI then decided that they weren't going to take a push without pushing back. The team started a push that led to a shove of a 17-2 scoring run that put them right back into the game. The game was once again, too close to call. The 4GHI team, led by the efforts of MVP Timothy Chua, Janrey Rivera, Kevin Sancho, and Team Captain Charles Villadelgado, continued scoring from all places and made defensive stops. Kevin Sancho, who scored 17 points, buried a jumper to give the 4GHI team a three point lead. Team 4JL missed some crucial free throws which gave confidence to the 4GHI team. The game came down to the final seconds. The final score was 59-57.

 

    As the final buzzer sounded, the players of the 4GHI team were totally amazed as they have made history for having one of the greatest comebacks in ABL finals history. It shows the character of the team and its players as they never gave up until the game ended. The team also left a mark as they exit the Ateneo High School. It was truly a dramatic season for the 4GHI team.

 

MVP

Timothy Chua, AHS 4GHI

Best Defensive Player

Timothy Chua, AHS 4GHI

 

Mythical Five

Timothy Chua, AHS 4GHI

Charles Villadelgado, AHS 4GHI

Janrey Rivera, AHS 4GHI

Nino Cabalona, AHS 4JL

Growing up for me has been always about traversing the rainbow to the pot of gold.

 

This year, I’ve never seen myself yearning so much for two things. These are two things that could take the place of the pot or a chest: 1) UP Diliman College Admission 2) To graduate with flying colors.

 

It’s as if I used prayer and good deeds to barter for these two goods. I’ve also prayed so much to attain these two well coveted treasures.

 

Seeing as I got over my failure to get to UP Diliman almost dating back to the discovery of quachtli, at least there was the graduation honors to look forward too. I was faithful that I need not enter the black market to get hold of the treasure I want. Well, the kingdom was turned into dessert. I thought that maybe, at least one of wishes could come true.

 

I remember my mom telling me the other night it was all part of growing up.

 

When you grow up there isn’t a time that you won’t be thinking about something or thinking about a problem. I remember myself onetime when I tried playing the ps2 and I couldn’t play. I was just holding the controlled and staring blankly into space.

 

In real life, you cannot always get what you want. But, it is human nature to dream and seek for more and more

 

In real life, you should not compare yourself to others. But, it is human nature to do so.

 

Growing up? Sure. Just give me back my dreams.

As I wrap up my high school years of gifts, I unwrap yet another gift-my very last one.

The gift holds the record for biggest I’ve received so far. It is wrapped in bright yellow gift wrapper coupled with pink ribbon. I am in doubt whether I should unravel its contents. Bewilderment could grace me with its presence if I ever attempted to do so.

But I paid attention to what the box canopy could signify. Looking at the presentation of the gift gives me thoughts pertaining to hazards, cowardice, and eternal lamentation. On the other hand it could be about happiness, friendship and gratitude based on the pink ribbon hugging it.

Curiosity got the better of me as I unconsciously yet carefully rip apart the pieces that shield the uncovering of the gift.

I looked into the spacious box large and found that it was almost empty. There was dust, darkness, tiny invisible microorganisms that crawl their way out of the box and a small envelope with nothing but the letter H printed on it.

I decided to take a deep breath before opening the envelope and plunging into the waters of no return. I just hope the least I would be dealing with is anthrax. Finding an enclosed red paper cut out of a heart signifying that I myself have none or lack thereof would mean provisions of induced heart attack (Then again I forgot the purpose why I received the heart cut out is that I have none) and countless years of coma.

Slowly, I open the envelope.

Sweat slides down my face as I lift up the note from the envelope. The messages says:

“For all you’ve done”

Seeing this, I was dumbfounded. I slowly turned the note and realized it does not end there.

It continues:

“Thank you!”

I was then that I realized that I opened a gift that I wasn't’t sure if it was intended for me seeing I had no clue from whom it came from or to whom it was addressed.

But I’m sure of one thing.

That is indeed what we say, when we receive a gift.

“Fly high! Blue Eagle fly, and carry our cry across the sky!” (Blue Eagle The King, Manglapus)

 

Man if you were from the Ateneo Grade School you’d remember that this is a part of a song that has been forever ringing your ears.

 

Especially if you’re always running late and trying to out run that 7:15 am bell.

 

I’m already a senior High School studying still in Ateneo running the final lap and probably writing in half of my fellow batchmates, classmates who feel the same way. I’m of course, occasionally bumping into academic obstacles like the theory of truth (true or false), like learning about fallacies and how hard life is now that you’ve learned about them, like the contradiction of learning magnetism because if Physics and I were unlike then attraction should happen not repulsion which is happening right now, and like anyone who’s given up on trying to stumble upon and meet a cosine or pI in this world.

 

But being in Ateneo for twelve long years, it’s only now that I’ve asked myself this question, “Was Ateneo really the best school I could’ve gone to?”

 

Let’s see, what’s so not blue studying in the blue land of the bourgeoisies? You meet a lot of jerks who throw their weight around which gives you the impression that the attention that they’re receiving from their ‘rents at home is not enough. That is, if at least one of their parents is at home at all. Also it’s an exclusive all boys catholic school-no need to explain that. You get to wear this unique uniform; blue polo and khaki pants. And when you see a maintenance man from U-belt, you wouldn’t even tell the difference. I haven’t even started on the huge workload that teachers are giving the students. Any Atenean, at least a senior would agree with me on this: it is impossible for a teacher, with the workload he/she is giving to not think that his/her subject is the only subject his/her students are taking. I think there’s loads of crap still to be said-the kind that should be said in a time capsule and be opened after fifty years to see if anything have changed except for the  increase of tuition fee fifty times.

And let me say this, the academic standing of ateneo couldn’t even compensate for the tuition fee and the work load. How many passed U.P.? A good number? Well let’s see, how many didn’t?

 

All these rantings huh? I’m a fan of a boy, a former “gunslinger” at Hilites who once said,”Gone were the days when an atenean would either be good-looking or intelligent, or a mix of both.”

 

And despite all of this, I’d like to quote a student who probably has his own rage and ranting about the school he went to back then. He was fool enough to say this before actually getting shot at Luneta and sparking a revolution thereafter.

 

He pointed at that school, which was apparently Ateneo and said, “That is where I had spent the best years of my life.”

 

And somehow, I know it just seems to be enough.

 

“We sing our battle song: win or lose, it's the school we choose; this is the place where we belong!” (A Song For Mary)

 

So how many good people can you name in 10 seconds? Hmm… let’s see, why don’t you try it?  So I’m expecting names of friends, close friends, girlfriend/s, boyfriend/s, best- friend-that-you-will-eventually-turn-into-your-boyfriend/girlfriend-or-you’re-planning-to, and oh yeah, let’s not forget your childhood friend. Of course let’s not forget about your family- mother and father, brother/s and/or sister/s, and your pet. (Surprisingly, some pets even take the place of humans as family members) If you misunderstood the question then names like Manny Pacquiao, Basketball players with the number 23 jersey, movie stars, action star, pop star, rock star, all the other stars, people that are good at their profession and a philanthropist if you like. And if you really misunderstood the question then I’m expecting your name to part of the list. Well, some people you wrote down may even rightfully classified under the “good” people list and that may even include you. And if you are a good person then you’d probably be thinking, “Wow, this guy must be bad”.

 

Ok what if I change the question to make it more specific? So how many people with good and honest heart can you name?  I probably don’t even need a specified time when you should end writing down names. I’d bet you can only name a few. Your friends would probably be not on the list because you know about the things that you do together and you cover up each other’s wrong doings. Your parents would still be there but that’s minus one if that one didn’t even want to be part of your life. And for the well known people, you know that they’re good in what they do but you’re not exactly sure if they’re really any good at all.

 

So where does that leave you?

 

Early this afternoon, an incident reminded me that there’s still good people out there. Our class just came from tutoring public school kids from an Elementary School in Marikina. Just before my classsmate Lau and I alight the jeepney that took us there and back, Lau realized that one of his cellphones was missing.

 

It was a black Nokia 3230… 1.3 megapixel, expandable memory, globe sim card (unlitxt anyone?), with the services nokia can offer. Plus it has Lau’s Inbox and Phonebook. Man, that really costs a lot.

 

Lau told our jeepney driver to return the cellphone if he ever finds it in his jeep. So as soon as the jeep left, we did as others did when they lose a cellphone.

 

Who hasn’t had an experience with gadget loss here in our country? So to cut the long story short, we did our best to look for the lost cellphone by checking where Lau might have left it and asking a few people along the way.

 

Have you ever had that feeling of losing something and you were sure you’ll never be able to retrieve it? That was probably how Lau felt.

 

Finally, when we went to the admin building, our jeepney driver, Kuya Robert was there in a red scooter talking to a security guard. Apparently he found Lau’s cellphone, borrowed a scooter, and rushed back to Ateneo to return the cellphone. We of course, thanked Kuya Robert so much and told him we didn’t know how we could repay him.

 

Immediately after Lau found out his cellphone was missing, I had this feeling that somehow he’ll soon be able to get it back. You see, that’s probably the difference between losing something or that thing being stolen from you.

 

You know there’s a chance that it you might get it back.

 

Kuya Robert didn’t seem like the trustworthy one until he proved to me that I was off beam. And that reminded me loads of things. I remembered I once thought that I lost my wallet for good until my bus driver, Kuya Randy returned it me with all the contents still intact.  I remembered that there was no case of theft of I-pods or cellphones in the 3 years of my stay in my graduating class with the exception of the occasional stealing of ballpens, calculators, jokes, pick-up lines and believe or not: girls (Really?=P).

 

Wow, what other good things did I experience but forget about?

 

My experience early this afternoon was not enough for me to have a drastic paradigm shift but in high spirits it made me say, “There are still good people out there.”

 

And you know the sad thing about that? I’m not even one of them.

 

 

Something I did in CS2 for a game.

4:10 AM

I'm going crazy. I really am.

What am I doing posting this at 4 in the morning? I would be only sleeping when people at this time would wake up and start working.

Aish... It's crazy.

Am I playing around too much?

I should be doing more important things instead of writing this.

Why is this stuff all about me? Do I think people would care?
I should write about things people would benefit from.

A troglodyte.

Someday I should stop doing this.

It's going to end in less than two days.

I have time to waste.

Would I be doing this when I'm 30?

4:22

End.

AMDG

10:35pm/Sunday/Sept 23, 2007

Currently feeling:Overwhelmed

Currently listening to:Chino singing God is enough=P

Ang lupet at astig ng dance ng North B5! Wala nang mas tatama pa sa title :). Sorry rin nag kasala agad ako. :(

Sobra ang unforgettable experience 'tong Precon na 'to. Part of or if not, the happiest moment ito para sa akin so far:). Sobrang overwhelmed talaga ako. Hindi talaga ako deserving na maexperience 'to. Pero sobrang binigay ko na lang talaga lahat:)

Gambe-Maraming salamat sa laughtrip na hirit kahit na UST v.s. Ateneo:)

Nigel-NB5 tayo ha hindi NBS, salamat sa leadership sa dancefloor:)

Ted-Kaya mo pala eh :) Ibang Ted na 'to

Francis-Maraming salamat sa pag-anyaya:P Ui yung prom mo ha :P

Drew-Maraming salamat sa Drews este sa Perks na venue ng practice:) Salamat ring sa bling bling :) ahaha. "I thought I took one steph..." ahahaha:P

Steph-Ahaha =P Galing 'rin sana mapanood ng dad mo :)

Tiffa-Ang cute mo sumayaw lalo na pag namumula:P ahaha. Yung prom mo rin malapit na:P haha

Bea-FoB! ahaha. Go Capuccino! Ok lang yan aminin mo na sa susunod:P alam mo na yun. hahaha

Mitch-Mamimiss ka namin.:) Naniniwala kami sa miracles. Nga pala atin atin lang :)

Baby(name niya talaga ahaha)-Sana'y wag ka mapikon sa mga hirit:P Ok lang yan magaling ka naman sumayaw eh. Saka yung pag gaya mo kay anne curtis. ahahaha:)

AteKit-Maraming salamat sa pagpilit sumayaw:P Injured group tayo 'di ba:P Someday!(Alam na) salamat!

Salamat sa NB5 ng marami. Pinakamalupet na support promise :) Maraming salamat! Tito Alex at Tito Chappy! Maraming salamat sa sacrifices at pagtitiwala:). Kamias, para sa inyo 'to! Sana ma encourage kayong sumali pa at share ang inyong nagtatagong talents.:) Kung ako pa nga napasayaw ng ganon kayo pa kaya na maraming tinatagong talent:)

 

NORTH WHAT?

B5!

 

September 12, 2007. 12:21 AM.

Currently feeling: hyped

Currently listening to: How do I breathe by Mario

 

       Though there were many pictures and even a video capturing the moments tonight, those can only capture so much. I have nothing against these pictures/video and the person who took them. In fact I love them so much. (Ate kit said: "Vanity is the best policy"). Yes, those pictures probably captured the best times of our lives, but they couldn't show everything. One has to actually be there to see and to feel for themselves how dancing can do wonderful things.

        It all started with a choice. Thursday night, I came home from school and I went straight to the venue of the dance practice. I know that I couldn't dance and be part of the dance team even if I tried because of my sprained left ankle. But when I saw the people who were part of the dance team rehearse, I said to myself, "I would be really missing a lot if I'm unable to join this team". And so even with the swollen right ankle I decided to "seize the day" and actually be part of the team. It was really a great feeling being with them. Those practices weren't just plain practices because members of dance team were really able to bond with each other. At first most of were really shy to dance but as time went on, we actually became proud in showing our moves. We danced as if no one were looking. We took every fall as a chance to get stronger and stand up.  And the most important thing that probably we learned aside from humility is confidence. When we follow and believe in our dance instructor (Kuya Wowie), we are actually also believing in ourselves. We are believing that we can do it no matter how hard it is or how hard it looks.

        Life decides what music should be played. We cannot intervene in that aspect. What is more important is that we condition our hearts to the beat of the music.

 

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How do I breathe
How do I breathe mmm mmm..
Feels so different being here
I'm so used to being next to you
Life for me is not the same

I'm actually missing someone. I believe that person though doesn't want me back. I just want that person to know that If I had hurt that person, even though I shouldn't take all the blame that I'm sorry.

Pagdidilig
Ronan Capinding

Huwag mo akong bibigyan
ng halamang malambot
na napakeslan ng mga sanga,
napakababaw ng mga ugat
bagaman kaakit-akit
at napakadalang

Ayaw ko ring tumanggap
ng punong matatag sana
tulad ng batang kamatsile
na kailagan pang diligan,
na kailangan pang pagyamanin
at pampabawas lang ng oras
ng pagbabasa ko ng libro

Mas ipagpapasalamat ko pa
ang damong-kalabaw na buhul-buhol
na tumutubo kung saan-saan,
na nabubuhay nang walang kandili,
na hindi kailangan ng hardinero
para magpakatatay
o magpakairog.

Mas matutuwa pa ako
sa galus-galos na punong
pinag-ukitan ng mga sumpaan
at mapagsilungan ng lilim,
at mapaglalambitinan ang mga sanga,
at mapipitasan ng mga prutas
kung kailan ko man ibig.

Ayaw ko kasing magdilig
kapag wala akong panahon,
kapag walang mapipigang patak
sa aking poso o gripo;
lalo na kung patung-patong na
ang mga labada ko't hugasan
at/o kung ako mismo ay nauuhaw.