Take it from me

It kinda feels like years after my cousin Ate Erika, Gelo, mommy and me went to Otis Mall grounds to watch Sponge Cola free concert. And like my Tito Ton who has gone to a lot of rock concerts of local acts (since he lives in QC, lucky him), the Sponge Cola concert was kinda rowdy. There were trashers present. Bottles of I-don’t-know-what’s-inside-of-it are thrown while the concert was ongoing. Heck, it was a rowdy sight, but at the sight of Sponge Cola performing, it was worth the wait.

Hahaha… Whatever. Right now, I’m feeling kinda lonely. I want school to start, and the concert was a great way to get me prepped up for second year in ANHS. I wanna see my pals and classmates soon! I wanna go on with life, and erase the events that happened concerning a certain disclosed person.

As school year slowly approaches, let’s enjoy the remaining days of freedom we have. Maybe you’ll regret not enjoying your freedom. See you on school guys!

^^,

The lyrics to Princess Hours OST (Korean version of Pag-ibig Na Kaya, but I like this way more)

uhn jeh yuht duhn guhn jee gee uhk nah jeen ah nah
jah kkoon nae muh ree gah nuh roh uh jee ruhp duhn shee jahk
hahn doo buhn ssheek dduh oh reu duhn saeng gahk
jah kkoo neul uh gah suh joh geum dang hwang seu ruh oon ee mah eum

byuhl eel ee ah neel soo eet dah goh
sah soh hahn mah eum ee rah goh
nae gah neh geh jah koo (neh geh jah koo)
mahl eul hah neun geh uh saek hahn guhl

sarang een gah yo geu dae nah wah gaht dah myuhn shee jahk een gah yo
mahm ee jah koo geu dael sarang hahn dae yo
ohn seh sang ee deud doh rohk soh ree chee neh yo
wae ee jeh yah deul lee jyoh~ OOH~
suh rohl mahn nah gee wee hae ee jeh yah sarang chah jaht dah goh

jee geum nae mah eum eul suhl myung hah ryuh hae doh
nee gah nae gah dweh uh mahm eul neu kkee neun bang buhp ppoong een deh

ee mee nahn nee ahn eh eet neun guhl
nae ahn eh nee gah eet deu shee
oo reen suh roh eh geh (suh roh eh geh)
ee mee geel deul yuh jeen jee mohl lah

sarang een gah yo geu dae nah wah gaht dah myuhn shee jahk een gah yo
mahm ee jah koo geu dael sarang hahn dae yo
ohn seh sang ee deud doh rohk soh ree chee neh yo
wae ee jeh yah deul lee jyoh~ OOH~
suh rohl mahn nah gee wee hae ee jeh yah sarang chah jaht dah goh

saeng gahk hae boh myuhn (saeng gahk hae boh myuhn) mah neun soon gahn sohk eh (sohk eh)
uhl mah nah mah neun (YEAH~) suhl leh eem ee ssuht neun jee
joh geum neu jeun geu mahn keum nahn duh jahl hae jool kkeh yo..

hahm kkeh hahl kkeh yo choo uhk ee dwehl gee uhk mahn suhl mool hahl kkeh yo
dah sheen nae gyuh teh suh dduh nah jee mah yo
jjahl beun soon gahn joh chah doh bool ahn hahn guhl yo
nae geh muh mool luh jwuh yo~ OOH~
geu dael ee ruh geh mah nee (geu toh rohk mah nee)
sarang hah goh ee ssuh yo (geu dae yuh yah mahn) ee mee~

Having to stay at my maternal grandparents’ home for most of my vacation in QC, I have had the oppurtunity to just watch TV to my heart’s desire while staying in an air-conditioned room (hahahaha). So here are my Top Hits for the summer:

What I Love to watch:

1. Mirmo de Pon (HERO Channel) - Always a kid at heart

2. Ranma 1/2 (Animax) - Still an anime fan

3. Myx Channel - always updated with the latest in music and entertainment

4. MTV - My fave music video’s always showing here!

5. Project Runway Season 3 (ETC) - Duh. I’ve always watched this since Season 1.

6. Rounin (ABS-CBN) - Yep. I love this show.

7. Captain Tsubasa Road to Dream (Animax) - Soccer and Tsubasa fan forever.

8. Everyday Italian (Lifestyle Network) - Italian food. ‘Nuff said.

9. How Do I Look (Lifestyle Network) - Wardrobes and looks changing? I’m in!

10. The Look For Less (Lifestyle Network) - With Yoanna House hosting the show? That’s a plus!

What I love to listen to:

1. Over It (Katharine McPhee)

2.  Give It To Me (Timbaland feat. Nelly Furtado and Justin Timberlake)

3. Way Back Into Love (Hugh Grant and Haley Bennette)

4. Sundo (Imago)

5. Girlfriend (Avril Lavigne)

6. What Goes Around Comes Around (Justin Timberlake)

7. Tuliro (Sponge Cola)

8. Thnks Fr Th Mmrs (Fall Out Boy)

9. Inosente Lang Ang Nagtataka (Rivermaya feat. Raymund Marasigan)

10. This Ain’t A Scene, It’s A Damn Arms Race (Fall Out Boy)

I’m starting to like Fall Out Boy a LOT!!! They’re awesome!!

Here’s my day-to-day account of our 3-day trip to the North:

Day One: April 13, Friday

We departed for San Fernando, La Union at about 6 am aboard my grandparents’ Crosswind to join TIta Ces’s office outing. Aboard the vehicle were Tito Nol and Tita Ces, my mom, my two cousins Les and Arielle, my li’l bro Gelo and sis Gia, Tito Ton, and me!! Oh, and there’s Tita Ces’s officemate Tito Neil.

We went past Bulacan, Pampanga, Tarlac, and Pangasinan then arrived at San Fernando at around 3. We even got to pass by the Isdaan at Tarlac. It’s that resto featured in TV segments were they have that popular Taksiyapo Wall, where you throw stuff at the wall while shouting ‘Taksiyapo!‘ when you’re mad at someone.  On the way there, Les, Gelo and I, who were sitting at the backseats of the Crosswind, laughed at the people we went past by. We waved to a bus driver and a triycle driver at San Fernando. They laughed back and they waved back and did some funny antics.

We stayed at the PPA rest house after a 5-hour drive and had it all almost to ourselves for a couple of hours. My bro, sis, two couz, tito and me swam and the beach for hours until night came. We ate dinner then sang some songs at the videoke till we got sleepy.

Day Two: April 14, Saturday

My mom woke me up so I could swim again! Yesterday was a high tide, but then it became low tide today!! We swam, along with Tita’s officemates who arrived late last night. It was a lot of fun. Tito Ton and I fished around the beach for dead eels that were floating dead at the bottom of the seabed, and snorkeled at a shallow site with striped fishes and a black fish. I stopped for a while and stayed at the shore, where one of Tita’s officemates fished out a dead jelly fish. I wanted to dissect it, but Gelo go to do it first. Sea creatures are very facsinating.

We then got to a one-hour drive to Baguio via Naguilian Road. I fell asleep because the trip was nauseating. When I woke up, we were already in Baguio. The chilled air touched our faces, since the windows of the car were open. We checked in at Venus Parkview Hotel, like we did the last time we were in Baguio. We strolled around at Session Road after praying at the Baguio Cathedral near SM Baguio. Then we went to their famous ukay-ukay shops. THere were lots of nice items, but we didn’t buy anything; it was kinda expensieve.

Night time came, and we went to Burnham Park and went cycling. There were some boys who tried to catch my attention thrice (??), but I ignored them. The nighttime Baguio air was quite chilly, so I bought a nice, warm, electric blue knit jacket. After cycling, we went back to the hotel.

Day Three: April 15, Sunday

I was one of the last people to wake up. Gelo told me that steam came out of their mouths when they got up early morning. So after that, Tito Ton, Gelo, Les and me went to Burnham park, which was only a walking distance from the hotel, and bought souvenirs for ourselves and friends, then took lots of pics.

We went to the Tam-Awan village where there were houses from ethnic groups. We got lost a lot of times on the way there, and had to ask directions from the locals. But it was all worth the lost directions. Then we went to SM Baguio. It was open, and very cool. It was the topmost building in Baguio, and you could see a brilliant view of Baguio from there.

We checked out of the hotel around 12 noon, then headed to Camp John Hay, We drove around there, and took lots of pics. There were a lot of tourists there, picnicking; having birthday parties; having tours; and just enjoying the lush areas where you could enjoy nature and the pine trees. Then, we drove to PMA. There were trainees around and sites were tourists could take pics. There were also decomissioned tanks and weapons there! And, the PMA was a large compund that it was like being in a city within a city.

After that, and eating at Session Road’s Steaks and Toppings, we went on a 6-and-a-half drive back to Manila.

It was so much fun!!! I wish to live in Baguio if I could. The City of Pines and Strawberries was very interesting, and the people there were very polite and courteous!

And that ends my day-to-day account of our Family outing. See you soon!

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Yes, I’m posting again, but I’m not in the best mood possible.

Let’s find out why Marielle’s not in the mood. . .

I was on my way home with my usual companions: my best friend Akemi, one of my ka-berks Zia, and Kuya Cyryll.

Akemi wanted to go home, and since we saw an spacious jeep, she decided to go ahead, but Zia saw someone riding in the jeep. That someone was Wyndel, with his friend and classmate, Jay. It’s a long story.

So, the three of us went to ride an empty jeep, which was later on filled with more passengers. It was okay, until Zia went down. The driver kept looking back, since we were seated near the driver.

Heck, the stupid idiot driver seemed to mock me!! When Kuya Cy got down, and I had no other company who i could talk to (except the other passengers), I started to get scared. The driver didn’t even return my change!! I gave him P10 for my fare, and he didn’t return the P4 change!!! He should be thankful I didn’t catch so much of what he was saying, or I would’ve turned nasty!! I caught words like "kompyansa", and kanang nakatan-aw sa gawas". . .I don’t even know what kompyansa means!!!

What the heck was he playing at??? I’m not rich, you know!!! I’m a normal citizen with rights!! The heck with young drivers!!! That’s why I always prefer to ride jeeps with aged drivers!!!

Hay nako!! Buhay nga naman o!! I just experienced one of life’s usual throws on people. Whatever, At least I’ve learned something: Avoid riding jeeps with young drivers, especially if they seem like freaks of nature, and seemed like they haven’t studied in school!!!

It was a year ago. Around the first few months of 2006 when Lolo Ben died. He is the youngest of the Baladads. He was my Papa Ciano’s brother. Lolo Ben was the Barangay Captain of Barangay Libertad before.

Around the time of vigil, people came to Lolo Ben’s house to pay their last respect to the desceased barangay captain. I remember, it was like today: a dark, damp, rainy night when we found out that Lolo Ben had passed away. Such a sad story, that is haunting me right now.

Lolo Ben was a kind man. He went to our house to play our piano. I would remember listening to the music he played from my room, but then, I was young at that time, so I barely even remembered. I watched the sky, as the same people I’ve seen in the Lolo Ben’s vigil came ’round to remember Lolo Ben’s first death anniversary.

I could remember, during the last day of vigil, the day before the burial, my cousins Ate King and Kuya Nel came ’round at our house to wake me up and go to the vigil. It was late, but I agreed anyway. We told each other to stay awake until the sun rises.

The day of the burial came. At first, I found myself in the Sto.Niño Shrine, dressed in white, looking around at my relatives. I saw Tito Tata, one of Lolo Ben’s sons who lived in Manila, fighting back from tears. So did Uncle Bimbo, Uncle Benjie, and the other children of Lolo Ben. It was such a sad sight. When the priest started to bless Lolo Ben’s casket, tears just started to run out of almost everyone’s eyes. Lolo Ben’s children, grandchildren and his wife, Lola Gloria, were in total grief. Lolo Ben’s remaining brothers and sisters shared the same grief, along with the other family relatives and friends. The whole church seemed to be such a sad place that day. I found myself sprinkling Lolo Ben’s casket with Holy Water, as tears also ran from my eyes.

The rain added to the gloomy sight when we entered the cementery. The place was muddy, and there were big puddles of water that  we had to get across. Then, Lolo Ben was put to rest. Lola Gloria was really in disbelief that her husband was dead. As I watched the burial took place, Lolo Ben’s children and grandchildren didn’t take the tears back. They clung together for comfort, and tried to be brave and accept the hard fact that Lolo Ben was gone.

It’s such a hard thing to lose a family member. I’ve never really experienced the real pain Lolo Ben’s bereaved family had to endure. Lolo Ben, wherever you are, I hope that you are happy in the hands of God.

Mir-i-Nisa.

That’s what Miss Sato, our Developmental Reading teacher read to us last week, and we had to role play a part of it for today.

Result: AMBOT!!!!

Originally, I wanted to be the narrator for the story, since I have a bad case of stage fright, and I gave Mir-i-Nisa’s role to my best friend, Akemi. But then, she backed out of it, so I volunteered myself for the role. What the heck was I thinking???

So, after a copule of switches of roles, I played Mir-i-Nisa; Idriss played Tasmi, Mir-i-Nisa’s suitor; Nicky as Achmed, Mir-i-Nisa’s other suitor (the bad one); Francise played the datu, Mir-i-nisa’s father; and Akemi, Lawrence and Zia were the narrators and voice overs.

We practiced a bit in the AVR this morning. Though we had some issues about the costume, we were able to get over it by borrowing malongs from other sections.

I was a little nervous about the role. But then, when Tasmi and Mir-i-Nisa’s scenes came, my classmates were shouting in kilig!! Hahaha… Even the narrators and other actors felt kilig raw.

After that, my classmates congratulated me, and told me that they were kilig in the my scenes with Idriss. My friends told me that Idriss and I had chemistry. Okay. Fine. Admittedly, I did like Idriss before, but that was only before. I call him ‘daddy’ because that’s what we call him!!

Then, during Science time, Ma’am Bulado sent us a letter saying that Miss Sato was frustrated ’bout us, and that the teachers who watched us gave negative comments. Whatever. We weren’t really that prepared. Teachers shouldn’t expect way too much from us Archis. We’re human too. But then, this is the price for becoming an Archi.

So, my role-playing as Mir-i-Nisa comes to an end, and it’ll be written down in my own history books. I’ll never forget that role. And for the record, our group presented a good interpretation of the story.

Day after each painful day… I just feel like sleeping away all my worries, cause it’s raining in here again. Problems. Frustrations. Regrets. All these things are coming back to me, and giving me a big slap on the face for my mistakes.

Some big sister I am of the barkada. I’m the eldest, and yet, I’m the most problematic one. I guess it all comes with the package of being the eldest.

I’m suppose to be one giving advice to my friends, and yet, it’s the opposite. I know they know better than me at times. I try not to listen to them when they keep telling me that the guy I liked and me are ‘bagay’. Then my best friend tells me she doesn’t like the guy that I like now. I’m in complete confusion.

And I’ve been lying and denying to my friends of what I really feel. I keep pushing things away, but in the end, I’m the one who is pained by the faults I’ve done. I really sincerely want to apologize to the guy, since I always ignore him when we happen to pass by each other… and he is leaving soon for college. Can’t believe how time flies so fast. Can’t believe I have to grow up, and move on to bigger pictures.

I’m sorry if you don’t understand what I’m writing. I’m really just confused, and the thought just keep on popping on my head…

For now, I just wanna let things go, and as they say, just go with the flow.

Should you judge someone whom you don’t really know all that well because of a little mistake he/she has done? Should you judge that person immediately after a petty mistake? In my opinion, no. You have to get to know that person better.

Why am I saying this, you ask? Well, I felt so irritated with our English teacher after what she said. The whole story goes like this:

Majority of the class didn’t expect that our English teacher was going to check our ‘project’, a journal of the values you have learned from day-to-day encounters. Only a handful of Archis brought their journals to be checked by Ma’am. As for the rest of us? She got so irritated and started to sermon us after we asked her to give us another chance. What will you learn, she asked us. She judged us for what we really are not, and said that our personality reflects in the way we care and bring our journal. Please. That’s a little petty thing. Why not just give us a nother chance, Ma’am? Are you going to show a class record filled with zeroes in our project to your Department Head? Come on! i know you want to be cleared of the pressure, but we did not expect that you’ll be checking our journals!!!

A lot of my classmates got mad too.  Who wouldn’t? Majority of the class dislikes (the word hate is too strong a word) our English teacher. English is my very favorite subject, but because of her, somehow, I feel frustrated to learn the subject. And the favoritism? I don’t know, but I feel as if there is. I noticed that Ma’am only called those who were able to pass their projects to do some things for her. I feel as if, she somehow dislikes me and my barkada. But that’s only a presumption.

I don’t know if I could take this any longer. I hope I could last this almost ending school year peacefully and calmly. And so much for a birthday. I don’t really feel like celebrating my birthday anyway. I don’t know why…