Check this out.
Hmm, I'm still kind of shy about it but if there is one big way for me to inspire others to reach out to their community, I'm always up for swallowing all my insecurities to do it.
Mwahs.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
The Power of Puke
Christmas has come and passed. The innocent can never last. Wake me up when December ends.
Actually, I'm already awake. I was terribly sick these past few days that a mere activity of standing up used up all my energy. I felt so cold that I was close to trembling my jaws off. I wore a jacket and laid three layers of blanket over me but the nipping still wasn't subsiding a bit. It all started with a mind-crashing headache that painkillers didn't have enough power to counter. I had to vomit to ease the pain and it was as if I also threw up all my remaining strength and I felt so weak.
That is what I call the Power of Puke. Powerful indeed.
But seriously, devoid of all exaggerations, I really felt like I was going to die. Like most people, I also thought I was invincible from all the sickness in the world until the past week made me understand that I'm not excluded from the disease-vulnerable populace. Health should be our priority.
Anyway, I'm just going to make this short. Still have tons to do.
Thanks to all the people who greeted me a merry Christmas. I was so sick but you definitely made my Christmas special and yes, merry.
Mwahs.
Happy birthday to Lori - yesterday. :)
P.S. I can think of about 20 good reasons why our greeting should be "happy Christmas" and not "merry Christmas." I'll tell you about it sometime. Love you all.
Actually, I'm already awake. I was terribly sick these past few days that a mere activity of standing up used up all my energy. I felt so cold that I was close to trembling my jaws off. I wore a jacket and laid three layers of blanket over me but the nipping still wasn't subsiding a bit. It all started with a mind-crashing headache that painkillers didn't have enough power to counter. I had to vomit to ease the pain and it was as if I also threw up all my remaining strength and I felt so weak.
That is what I call the Power of Puke. Powerful indeed.
But seriously, devoid of all exaggerations, I really felt like I was going to die. Like most people, I also thought I was invincible from all the sickness in the world until the past week made me understand that I'm not excluded from the disease-vulnerable populace. Health should be our priority.
Anyway, I'm just going to make this short. Still have tons to do.
Thanks to all the people who greeted me a merry Christmas. I was so sick but you definitely made my Christmas special and yes, merry.
Mwahs.
Happy birthday to Lori - yesterday. :)
P.S. I can think of about 20 good reasons why our greeting should be "happy Christmas" and not "merry Christmas." I'll tell you about it sometime. Love you all.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Back to Bliss
Home is bliss. Everyone knows that.
I went with the org I'm under probation in, UP-TFS (Task Force StreetChildren), to the Lyceum of the Philippines yesterday to volunteer for the first ever UNICEF Children's Fair in the country. I love kids. It's one of my dreams to do something big for them. I still don't know how big I want it to be though. After all, small things make up a big thing. I guess I'd start with the small ones first.
Manila is at its highest level of creepiness at night. I traveled with three of my orgmates from the Lyceum to U.P. at about 8:00pm. We were at first waiting for a cab at the sidewalk and man, I was shaking with fear. Not that people in Manila look creepy but its overall ambiance spells danger and rapists. Hah.
That is one important thing that politicians should work hard on. Hey, it's their job to make people feel safe anywhere. Y know, just like in Davao where everyone can lurk at the streets all night and still go home unharmed.
So anyway, before I went home, I had fun with the kids at the Lyceum. I was assigned with Mark Pedrosa as my partner. He's this 8-year-old boy I imagined to be the younger brother I never had but badly wanted. He was into everything: from the free ice cream, to the darts game, to face painting. I also wanted to get my face painted the design same as Mark's but I was too shy to ask the artists to do mine 'cause I'm a little over the age quota.
I reached my boarding house, took a shower, then headed straight to Jen's condo unit for a sleepover. After watching the only TV show I watch, Gilmore Girls, we did a little Celine Dion-Barbra Streisand lip synching act for the song "Tell Him." We were too funny that I wished we had an audience. Jen's a Celine Dion natural. I guess she has long been practicing for that certain occasion.
After watching the final rites of Pinoy Big Brother, Jen and I went to bed then chatted until I dozed off. Of course I dozed off. It was already 2:30 pm then! Jennifer, on the other hand, is a full-time insomniac. Nyak. Kaya siguro malaki mata no'n kasi hindi nakakatulog tapos ako na palaging tulog, maliit ang mata. 'Di ba, logical?!
I went with the org I'm under probation in, UP-TFS (Task Force StreetChildren), to the Lyceum of the Philippines yesterday to volunteer for the first ever UNICEF Children's Fair in the country. I love kids. It's one of my dreams to do something big for them. I still don't know how big I want it to be though. After all, small things make up a big thing. I guess I'd start with the small ones first.
Manila is at its highest level of creepiness at night. I traveled with three of my orgmates from the Lyceum to U.P. at about 8:00pm. We were at first waiting for a cab at the sidewalk and man, I was shaking with fear. Not that people in Manila look creepy but its overall ambiance spells danger and rapists. Hah.
That is one important thing that politicians should work hard on. Hey, it's their job to make people feel safe anywhere. Y know, just like in Davao where everyone can lurk at the streets all night and still go home unharmed.
So anyway, before I went home, I had fun with the kids at the Lyceum. I was assigned with Mark Pedrosa as my partner. He's this 8-year-old boy I imagined to be the younger brother I never had but badly wanted. He was into everything: from the free ice cream, to the darts game, to face painting. I also wanted to get my face painted the design same as Mark's but I was too shy to ask the artists to do mine 'cause I'm a little over the age quota.
I reached my boarding house, took a shower, then headed straight to Jen's condo unit for a sleepover. After watching the only TV show I watch, Gilmore Girls, we did a little Celine Dion-Barbra Streisand lip synching act for the song "Tell Him." We were too funny that I wished we had an audience. Jen's a Celine Dion natural. I guess she has long been practicing for that certain occasion.
After watching the final rites of Pinoy Big Brother, Jen and I went to bed then chatted until I dozed off. Of course I dozed off. It was already 2:30 pm then! Jennifer, on the other hand, is a full-time insomniac. Nyak. Kaya siguro malaki mata no'n kasi hindi nakakatulog tapos ako na palaging tulog, maliit ang mata. 'Di ba, logical?!
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
I Cannot Think of a Post
Sorry for my error-stricken last post. I apologize for the grammatical errors and senseless blah-blahing. I don't like posting like that.
This is going to be another one.
I've been blogging for years now and I've shown many different moods for my posts. This is the kind of post when I'm dangerous, foggy, and pissed off. I'm just reminding you that whenever I'm in this mood, my posts turn out like showering curses.
I'm pissed off. I already mentioned that, huh?
I just want to go home right away and I don't want to be connected to anyone I met these past seven months, except for Jen who's with me in this undisclosed computer shop now. I don't have a choice though. I love them all but sometimes, they just make me so exhausted.
Again, I apologise for this. Next time will be better. I promise you that.
This is going to be another one.
I've been blogging for years now and I've shown many different moods for my posts. This is the kind of post when I'm dangerous, foggy, and pissed off. I'm just reminding you that whenever I'm in this mood, my posts turn out like showering curses.
I'm pissed off. I already mentioned that, huh?
I just want to go home right away and I don't want to be connected to anyone I met these past seven months, except for Jen who's with me in this undisclosed computer shop now. I don't have a choice though. I love them all but sometimes, they just make me so exhausted.
Again, I apologise for this. Next time will be better. I promise you that.
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