Entries for July, 2007
At breakfast this morning, my dad suddenly got all mushy and paranoid in his careless way of doing it. He and my stepmom are on the same flight to Cebu today. He doesn't like to be in the same flight with her because he's afraid that something might happen and we'll (siblings) be left alone.
It started when he asked me if I knew the rights of a partner in a business and I said yes. After all, I took Partnership and Corporation twice. I thought it was about my studies but then it suddenly took a morbid turn, he told about me being the administrator of his will and estate if something happens to both of them. AND that I should promise that I will take care of my sister since she's young and innocent.
I didn't take it seriously. Why should I?! First of all, I'm not ready to be an orphan. I love him even though he's an a** most of the time and ought to be condemned to eternal damnation. LOL Second, I love my freedom. Being the executor of his will and all that is not in my list of things to accomplish. Being the executor of his will and all that means I'm trapped in Basilan. Basilan is and forever will be home to me but I don't want to rot there. I have personal ambitions and him dragging me into this paranoia about his death is so not cool. I know he gave me the responsibility because he trusts me most. I know I'm obliged to follow his wishes but this is so premature. He should talk to a lawyer and I should not know of this until the time he really definitely dies. I'm not even twenty yet and now this. (He's flying Cebu Pacific. It's one of the safest airlines in the country.) Yes, I'm amenable to the responsibility he has given me but I refuse to accept it until it is time to do so.
{ book } Like Water for Chocolate by Laura Esquivel
Fr. Moga, our Philo teacher's comment of my essay: "well expressed". That's good enough for me.
I've been thinking a lot lately. That's an understatement. Let me rephrase that, I always think a lot. I'm scared of what the future holds. I'm afraid that it may not be as good as I hope and pray it will be. The goal and concept is grasped but I'm perturbed with the execution. Damn!
I called Nouriza. I finally had the guts to call her. I didn't call her when I first heard the news because I didn't know what to expect. Will she answer? Can she talk? How is she really? On the 5th of July, I finally got answers. She answered the phone. Not directly but I got to speak to her. Apparently, she only started to speak that week. Good timing! She's confined at the Philippine General Hospital (PGH). Her body's half paralyzed, right side. Which means, I think, that her left side of the brain is affected. She's coming back on Saturday (last Saturday). She asked me if I could find some apartment they could rent. She'll be staying at Zamboanga for theraphy. I'm relieved that she's fine now. I hope she'll recuperate fast. She'll miss a semester of school and Nouriza is not one to love skipping school. I haven't heard from her since that day. I might call her again this evening.
I forgot to come home last weekend. I forgot that last weekend (July 8) was Isabela City Fiesta. Uncle Joel and Aunt Marilyn, my dad's siblings came home (Basilan) after their visit to Cebu for my Grandmother's Death Anniversary. I just realized everything on Fiesta morning and it's too late to come home just to what, EAT?! Dad texted me that morning telling me Aunt and Uncle are there and I replied that I knew they were there. Aunt Rhea already told me before she went to Cebu. What does he expect me to do? Jump and board the first trip home just because of them. It's not that they're not important or I don't want to see them, it's just, why can't he just tell me he wants me to come home. And tell me that last Saturday. Ugh! I don't really belong there anyway. It's Lean's territory. I'll let him have that. 
NB: I watched Tranformers two weeks ago. I loved it! It's funny and cool. I love Bumblebee!!! The only thing I can criticize is that it tries to instill drama but it fails to execute. I really didn't feel like it was an end-of-the-world kind of war. It really was more about Autobots vs Decepticons which is fine by me.
{ book } Maybe, Maybe Not by Robert Fulghum
{ mood } weird
Ethel just sent this in. It's in Chavacano but I'll try my best to translate it well.
Ethel Fay Lintag, kien man este hente?
Dalaga ya ba gyod se ele?
Duru gad se ele kabesa
Di suyu parents ta kaba pasensya.
Ethel Fay Lintag, who is she?
Is she really now a lady?
She is really hardheaded
Her parents easily run out of patience.
Bien isip bata este muher
Nicita y kmbya, little girl
Bien panic mode si ta studya
Dol nuay ya manyana.
This girl is so childish
You need to change, little girl
On panic mode when studying
Like there is no tomorrow.
Love gayod yo mio parents maskin stricto
My God, bawal anay man nobyo
Pero diba 18 ya yo ara?
Pwede ya ba yo kontesta na mga kien ta inamora?
I love my parents though they're strict
My God, boyfriends are forbidden
But I'm 18 already
Can I already answer thoase who are courting
Noma tu man highblood ali pa,
Baka diyes sanggre ya lang ditu rabya
Thank you di ustedes di mama
Ya ase ustedes komigo buen bata
Don't get mad yet, Pa
Your blood pressure rising high
I thank you and Mama
You made me a good person
Kun nanay, mio bien gwapa lola,
Sabe ya yo kun kien yo yan mana
Ta dale gad le kmgo todo
Nay, bien love gad yo kontigo
To Nanay, my beautiful grandmother
Now I know where I got it from
You give me everything
Nay, I love you very much
Na mio barkada bien monggo
Thank you gad na todo
Si Eijneb, Riggs and Stephanie
Pabor noma kambya di inyo ugali.
To my barkada (group of friends)
Thanks for everything
Einjeb, Riggs and Stephanie
Never ever change
Na todo hente ara taki
Yan enjoy ba ustedes el noche?
Largo gad mio mensahe, late ya pala
Siguro time ya para bolbe na kasa.
To all the people present
Did you enjoy the evening?
My message is very long, it's already late
I think it's time to go home.
Ethel esta kiyeto ya daw ali
Dalaga ya tu hinde ya baby
Keda ya mature el pag-iisip dituyu
Kay manada challenges na bida aki n mundo.
Ethel, will you please shut up
You're now a lady and not a baby
You need to be mature now
There's a lot of challenges to face ahead.
{ book } Rubber Buyers' List
{ mood } nothing
{ mood } ditzy
Fetish, Ai-Love-Amor | 1 hollered back
I had to write an essay on my vocation for RS today. Actually, I just finished it. I'm still thinking if I'll post or not. It's about my vocation (duh!)--whether I choose to join a religious congregation, get married, stay single or be a priest. Obviously, I can't be a priest nor do I want to be a part of a religious congregation. So it's either get hitched or be a bitch. (I'm trying so hard to be profound but it escapes me.) I tried to write a decent essay. I even borrowed a quote from Che's latest blog post though not permitted. Peace, Che!
Anyway, speaking of essays, my friends--aka Bears--signed me up for the Essay Writing Contest this Wednesday. It should really be Kareen, Joyce or Che joining but they got signed up for the Quiz Bowl. Bummer! Joyce and I wanted to join the Poster-Making Contest. 
So much for writing about writing. 
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Last night was a blast but it was short-lived. It's back to the calculators and worksheets. Nevertheless, I had a great time. We danced like no one was watching. I love that. Crazy is what crazy do. It wouldn't have been fun if I was not with my friends--the friends every person in this world should have. Love you, BBs. You rock! ♥
{ mood } sore
I had the weirdest dream ever. Hopefully, it will come true on Monday! I'm getting so antsy about this whole Deathly Hallows thingy.
There's also another thing I'm excited about but since I don't want to blow it off, I'll just keep my mouth shut. YAY!!!
Wihee!
I just love gloomy days--heavy rain, strong winds and cumulo-nimbus clouds overhead--*sigh.
{ mood } excited
Fetish, Ai-Love-Amor | say what?
People always make plans for the future—plans to have, achieve or experience our goals in life. We have a variety of goals, each applying to a particular area of our lives. But among this multitude of goals lies an overall goal—the ultimate goal of a person’s life. Being the distinct and unique individuals that we are, our ultimate goal speaks of our character or who we are.
What is the final purpose of human life? I once asked this to a classmate because we were tasked to write a brief biography of each other and I was curious of his answer to this very difficult question. His answer came unexpectedly. He said that his life’s purpose is to be a blessing to people whether they are family or total strangers. Now, as I look back to his answer, it’s so simple yet it makes perfect sense. Life is more than me and my success, my achievement and my happiness. Life has so much more meaning when it is shared. And so, I believe that the final purpose of human life or my life is to share your self to develop the society you belong to. In other words, I strive for a fully developed society. A society is mirrored by the kind of people who are in it and you are only as good as the people you belong to since it is always taken collectively. I would want to belong to a society that has a high level of achievement in most if not all areas that make life easier and better for all. I feel I have a stake on our society and I’ll share all I can to achieve this development. Since I can’t share what I do not have, I should first strive to be a complete individual—fulfilling sub-goals such as personal overall development, success and achievement to be a better individual. The more I have, the more I can share in order to fulfill my ultimate goal.
This is not an easy goal. The challenge of its achievement is daunting but I feel I’m up for it. It also seems too idealistic but there’s nothing wrong with idealism. There’s nothing wrong in wanting a better society and with it a world that is a better place to live in. That is my dream. That is my goal. Its fulfillment starts with me and I’m getting ready for it.
{ book } The Wind Singer by William Nicholson
{ mood } awake
... Gen, Che and me sitting on the stairs of Regency...
