I've never been tagged in my blog life until this day.... thanks Jerz :)
So, here goes nothing...
1.What is your occupation? Technical marketing eklaboo
2. What color are your socks right now? I’m wearing sandals now so no socks for me
3. What are you listening to right now? Always be my baby –David cook
4. What was the last thing that you ate? Roti mum
5. Can you drive a stick shift? What is stick shift?
6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Right now, I’d be blue
7. Last person you spoke to on the phone? My father
8. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Muchisimo!
9. Favorite drink? Melon shake or anything with chocolates
10. What is your favorite sport to watch? football/futsal
11. Have you ever dyed your hair? No, though I’ve been thinking about it.
12. Pets? askal
13. Favorite food? Spaghetti and roti mum
14. Last movie you watched? Iron Man
15. Favorite Day of the year? New Year
16. What do you do to vent anger? Either cry inside the church or talk to somebody
17. What was your favorite toy as a child? My pots and kitchen set
18. What is your favorite, fall or spring? Im going to go for spring though haven’t experienced it yet
19. Hugs or kisses? Hugs (it’s more intimate than a kiss)
20. What kind of pie? TinaPIE
21. Do you want your friends to email you back? Yes I do
22. Who is most likely to respond? Classmates and friends
23. Who is least likely to respond? same as above
24. Living arrangements? I live in my parents house
25. When was the last time you cried? Can’t tell. It’s a secret
26. What is on the floor of your closet? I don’t really know. Haven’t fix it in awhile
27. Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending this to? I’m still thinking who to tag.
28. The friend you have known the shortest amount of time that you are sending this to? Still thinking…
29. Favorite smell? The smell of roti mum (but if you are referring to scents/perfume: nada, I’m allergic)
30. What inspires you? Different things inspire me.
31. What are you afraid of? A lot of things mostly rejection and failure
32. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? Cheese na lang…
33. Favorite car? Cocheng kuba34. Favorite cat breed? I’m not a huge fan of cats (allergies)
35. Number of keys on your key ring? I don’t have any
36. How many years at your current job? One year
37. Favorite day of the week? Friday
38. How many provinces have you lived in? wala pa
39. How many countries have you been to? Will happen…. Near future
will tag Donabel, Cha and Jimmy...
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Gradskul
I never thought that fixing graduate school requirements will be sooo 'toxic'. There are just so many things to do: getting a copy of your TOR, look for professors who will do the recommendation letters, xerox this and that, go to former school, deal with menopausal staff and do the recommendation letters yourself.(and I'm not even in gradskul yet.. .. GRRR)
Ulan
Nakakainggit panoorin ang mga batang masayang naglalaro at naliligo sa ulan, walang pakialam sa dumi ng tubig (sabi kasi nila ang ulan daw galing sa laway ng mga tao or collective saliva) o kung magkakasakit man sila sa pagligo dun. Nakakainggit kasi kebs lang tapos ang gaan-gaan ng mundo para sa kanila.
Noong bata ako madalas kong pagdasal na sana umulan ng malakas (hindi lang para walang pasok sa school) dahil mahilig akong maligo sa ulan. Gustong-gusto ko nun ilapat ang aking mga paa sa baha, kahit man alam kong marumi yun. Wala lang. Masarap kasi yung pakiramdam na yung agos ng baha dumadaan sa paa mo. Isa pang paborito ko nun ay yung magwalis ng mga dahon nagkalat sa aming bakuran (kunwari may silbi ganyan) atsaka tumapat sa alulud (na malamang madumi) na pawa bang shower ito.
Masaya ako kasi noong isang araw nakaligo ulit ako sa ulan. Grabe, na-miss ko gawin yun. Habang naliligo ako sa ulan feeling ko nawala ang mga problema, worries, concerns ko na tila ba inagos na ng ulan papunta sa kawalan. At higit sa lahat, feeling ko malaya ako, ako'y bata muli.
A book for a rose: Dia del Libro 2008
Spanish culture is romantic in every sense of the word. It’s flair for romance runs not only on its language but also on its traditions and practices. One of the manifestations of this ‘romantic culture’ is their holiday, Dia del Libro (Book Day). In this unique book fair slash celebration, a buyer gets a red rose for every book purchase.
Last Saturday, I had a chance to experience this culture via Instituto Cervantes, which hosted the Dia del Libro affair. There were many cheap Spanish books on sale. Too bad, I can only understand few Spanish vocab so I didn’t enjoy much of the books being sold there. I only bought three books: Escrito en no, PEN: anthology of short stories and a children’s book (which, I forgot the title). Aside from the open house book sale galore, there were poetry and photography contests, Spanish wine and food and of course, PARTYYY.
Of course this event coincided with the nivel 4 qualifying exams. BOO. This, of course, makes it hard for me to enjoy dia del libro and concentrate on the test. I had to come early to study in the Biblioteca. I saw Boni, Donabel, JPaul, Jimmy and Delilah there. (all seriously studying). My teacher in Spanish keeps on telling us that we should enjoy and not study (BI pala si sir). The test is dificil. Muchisimo. There are four parts of the test: Listening skills, reading comprehension, multiple choice and essay writing. I had difficulty in all parts because I didn’t study at all.
After the test, Dona, Cha, Boni and I bonded and talk about the test (aren’t students do that all the time?) and life. I am happy since this is the first time I sit down with my classmates and listen to their histories/herstories (to think they’ve been my classmate for almost a year now). Personally, I feel a lot closer to them now than before.
There are layers and layers of stories on Dia del libro: the charina-ronnie lazaro’s son collision, endless matchmaking jokes, the real-deal, harry potter, and the simple truth-donabel.
I’m looking forward on the next Dia del libro and hopefully when that time comes, I’m a better Spanish speaker. (crosses fingers here)
Usapang bigas at pag-aasawa
Matagal-tagal din hindi nakapag-email ang tatay ko sa akin. Kadalasan bawat araw mayroon yun sulat kahit na kakapirangot ang sinasabi, na ,minsan pa't puro mga paalala at mga kamusta eklaboo. Malamang busy sa trabaho ngayon si tatay kaya ayun makalipas ang isang buwan dun lang nagparamdam. Ito ang nilalaman ng email niya: (na kinatuwa ko)
Hi kumosta uli kayo dyan? at kumosta naman ang trabaho mo IHA? ako okey lang dto,,hay kawawa naman ang walang pambili ng bigas biroin mo ang haba ng pila para lang makabili ng NFA rice nakita namin kasi sa balita dto! nakita namin kong mag kano na ang kilo ng bigas...Mabuti kayo ay may roon pang bigas at bangitin mo sa nanay mo na bumili na ng maraming bigas....e komsta naman si noynoy??? nako kaya ikaw kong mag a asawa ka yong marami ng bigas as practical...hehe uhm..osigi walang pikunan....ingat lang parati..iwasan ang sobrang pag pupuyat baka lumabas ang tagyawat...
Natatawa ako kasi andami naman pwedeng sabihin like mga bilin but NO—kelangan mag-imbak ng bigas. Tapos nagkaroon din ng bagong standard sa pag-aasawa: kelangan maraming bigas. Hehehe.. Haciendero na ngayon ang bagong "ideal guy." Hehehe. Pero seryoso tama din si tatay kasi andami na ngayong naghihirap at swerte pa din kami kasi hindi namin nararanasan yung ganun.
miss ko na tatay ko :(
Hi kumosta uli kayo dyan? at kumosta naman ang trabaho mo IHA? ako okey lang dto,,hay kawawa naman ang walang pambili ng bigas biroin mo ang haba ng pila para lang makabili ng NFA rice nakita namin kasi sa balita dto! nakita namin kong mag kano na ang kilo ng bigas...Mabuti kayo ay may roon pang bigas at bangitin mo sa nanay mo na bumili na ng maraming bigas....e komsta naman si noynoy??? nako kaya ikaw kong mag a asawa ka yong marami ng bigas as practical...hehe uhm..osigi walang pikunan....ingat lang parati..iwasan ang sobrang pag pupuyat baka lumabas ang tagyawat...
Natatawa ako kasi andami naman pwedeng sabihin like mga bilin but NO—kelangan mag-imbak ng bigas. Tapos nagkaroon din ng bagong standard sa pag-aasawa: kelangan maraming bigas. Hehehe.. Haciendero na ngayon ang bagong "ideal guy." Hehehe. Pero seryoso tama din si tatay kasi andami na ngayong naghihirap at swerte pa din kami kasi hindi namin nararanasan yung ganun.
miss ko na tatay ko :(
a song playing in my head...
If I were a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I were a tree growing tall and greeen
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves
All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.
If you were a river in the mountains tall,
The rumble of your water would be my call.
If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow
As long as you were with me, let the cold wind blow
If you were a wink, I'd be a nod
If you were a seed, I'd be a pod.
If you were the floor, I'd wanna be the rug
And if you were a kiss, I know I'd be a hug
If you were the wood, I'd be the fire.
If you were the love, I'd be the desire.
If you were a castle, I'd be your moat,
And if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float.
A Vague Dream
Sometime ago, I had this dream of being killed—by my friends. At the onset of the dream or nightmare (for the term dream often connotes happy things), I sensed already that death is coming. An unstoppable event, predicament that made me accept and just wait for death to come. And so death arrives in the form of three hooded figures, all cloaked like dementors. As I sat in my couch, I thought why does God have to put me in this situation? I felt so scared at the thought of dying young. When the three figures approached me, the two held my hands in a sort of crucifixion way and the other one, lifted my head and aimed for my neck. But before the knife pass through my neck, I saw that the killers were actually my friends. Long time friends whom I known since forever (well at least to me it is). Sudden shocked creeps into my system before I lose my breath and darkness envelopes me. The nightmare ends there.The morning after I asked my friend, Elea (who sorts of interprets dreams) about it. She told me that I’m just doing many things related perhaps to my friends or I’m doing too many things for other people. My unconscious is telling me to stop and to take a deep breath. Apparently, dreams aren’t so literal (thank God). I’m still alive so I guess no one is going to kill who here. In short, I’m just stressed out because I’m doing many things.
Sighs.
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