I'm Fine, Thank You

Everything is back into its proper place. Mama is not upset anymore. Yey! She brought ice cream then she told me to smile...=) At least, we're okay now and I'm happy! =) So, I have to bid you adieu, because I'll study for our long test tomorrow (chdodev). Remember, I have a goal and I want to achieve it. Wish me luck! Aja! =)

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I LOVE ICE CREAM =)

What Have I Done?

My aunt and I usually attend mass every Saturday night, thus anticipated mass. My parents and my brother also attend that mass but they don't sit with us because they prefer sitting at the back rather than infront. Anyway, I listened to the homily of the priest. I think that his homily is nice because it talks about "living our lives to the fullest". Our life is not permanent; it's temporary and we will all die. That is why, we should have more reasons to enjoy our lives. We shouldn't sulk in one corner and pity ourselves. Try doing things that will make us happy. For example, finding happiness in simple things like eating ice cream and spending time with the family. FAMILY. That word is stuck in my head. I couldn't forget what he said about hugging each member of the family because there will come a time, we wouldn't have the chance to hug these people anymore. Remember, time changes, and as it changes, people change.

After the mass, at home, I told my mother jokingly yet nicely that she should take care of my father and hug him too because the priest said so in the homily. The priest has a point and in my opinion, he's right. When I told mama these words, I didn't mean anything bad. Is it bad to remind or tell our parents that giving a warm and sincere hug makes someone feel better? Well, I think, in my mother's case, yes, it's bad. She got upset (or maybe angry). She said that she's not that showy and expressive and she takes good care of papa. I answered back. I said, "Mama, wala naman masama kung mag-hug kayo ni papa eh. Kaya ko lang nasabi kasi hindi ko na kayo nakikita na nagha-hug. Di na tulad ng dati..." There was silence. I think my answer "shot" mama. Natigilan si mama. She just repeated what she said and added some more stuff, which I couldn't remember at all. Papa heard everything and he didn't say anything. He was quiet all the time but eventually, he said, "Tama na 'yan." And guess what I did? As usual, I cried...I cried again.

What have I done? Am I a BAD daughter? What's wrong with what I said? I just want to see them hug. What's wrong with giving themselves a hug? Honestly, when someone hugs me, I feel good. And I think I broke mama's heart...OMG. I feel bad...

No More Drama

I think, this is the right time to be serious. I need to be serious to get good grades. I saw my midterm grade in biology yesterday and I'm not satisfied. Although, I passed, I should have given more effort on it. I will also be more serious not only in biology but in other subjects as well such as chdodev and tredone. I need to work harder because I want to get grades not lower than 2.0. Also, I should not give attention to Enchong Dee for the meantime. Next time nalang ang celebrity sight-seeing...hahaha...=) And if ever I get the grades that I want or that will make me satisfied (I hope I will), there's no more drama. I promise! =)

Something to Think About

At exactly 12:05 AM of the first day of November, my fellow humblebee and former classmate in St. Scho (Karel) sent me a message. As I was scrolling down the keys of my phone, I thought it was a quote about Christmas because there were words that mention Christmas. Anyway, I had goose bumps when I finished the message because I was the only one awake during that time. I just finished watching an episode of Princess Hours which I borrowed from Ell. After reading, I couldn't sleep and I kept thinking about it. This was the message:

Malamig na

ang simoy

ng hangin.

Ramdam mo ba?

Ano kayang dahilan?

Dahil kaya malapit na ang pasko?

O baka naman

Dahil may katabi kang

Multo?

*Goodnight! (smiley)

How about you, dear readers of my blog? (feeling may nagbabasa ng blog ko...hahaha...) What do you think? =)

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Confessions Part Two

Here I am again making another confession. I never thought that I would do it again. I'm so glad that blogger is here. Blogger is one of my "outlets" where I can put all my thoughts and "release" what I feel. Haha. Today, I have another stories to share.

Uwian Na

I did it again. I asked my aunt and tried to convince her if I can go home (in Laguna) after school, although I know that there's no possibility that she'll agree. Of course, she enumerated the reasons that she gave me before like the price of the gasoline is high, the car is too old to go back and forth Manila, and I will get tired. Surprisingly, I didn't say anything this time. I just kept quiet and nodded my head.

I really don't know what's going on with me. I always wanted the uwian way. Perhaps, I miss home--- a lot. Most of my blockmates get envy with us who stay in the dorm because according to them, we're independent and there's no parents who always look and check everything that we do. They say it's cool and fun. Yes, they may be right. Living in the dorm is cool because we learn to be independent and we do silly and fun things. We don't depend on anyone because there's nobody who will take care of ourselves except us. On the contrary, living in the dorm for four days (sometimes five days because we have Saturday classes) is also sad because we miss our families--- our home. Or probably, I'm the only one who feels this way. For six months, I'm still not yet adjusted, really. My room mates and dorm mates are most likely adjusted in this kind of life because I don't see them cry or hear them say, I want to go home. I don't know when I would be adjusted to dorm life. I'm still not losing hope that my wish, the uwian way, would come true someday. Oh, maybe, my wish will be granted when the price of the gasoline will decrease forever and when my parents will have enough money to buy a new car. *sigh*

Loyalty Not Yet Over?

I'm still thinking about that person. I thought I was really over him, but I guess, I'm not. God, please help me forget him. Let me set him free.

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