Monday, August 28, 2006



Here's what caught my eye this morning:

BarBQ stick, putol yung tulis, draw animal sa stiff cardboard, Missing part of animal, cut the animal, draw tail on board, cut it, bubutasan, punch hole on tummy, bbq stick attach to the cardboard/ back of elephant, tapos step (1) draw a round fastener, push bbq at the back of animal, prepare a DIALOG, make a PUPET.

My sister never fails to make me smile. I love the way she makes things simpler :)

Saturday, August 26, 2006



Because of a terribly serious asthma attack I got Tuesday afternoon (the moment I got home), I wasn't able to go to school for two, straight days. Yey on my part, uh? But no, it was deadly boring. All Mom wanted for me to do is: sleep, sleep, sleep. I don't even think she wants me to wake up.


Two days resting at home, nebulizing and trying to manage my breathing pattern despite a very tight feeling in the chest, made me feel a lot better though. Mom rushed me to ER at Medical City, Wednesday night. There was actually a possiblity that I get confined (again) but fortunately, God was so good that he understood that I could do without the dextrose attached to my left hand. Imagine, not yet a year nor half a year later and I get confined again? Damn. Why do I have to get sick very so often? This sucks.


Honestly, I really wanted to attend school yesterday but Mom suggested that I rest or else I'll have to bring this damn portable nebulizer with me to school. Talking about loser, uh? I wouldn't want to be regarded as asthmatic girl or girl with little resistance. Sh*t. But good to know, my Mom bought me a nebulizer which could be brought about almost everywhere if only you weren't as conscious as I am. But hello? Who the hell would want to go to school bringing this thing with her and having to nebulize for every four hours? Do tell me who..
Right now, I'm feeling more relaxed. I believe my body's quite stable already but I still have to get rest. Ms Santiago was even worried and kept on asking if I was really okay. Well, I was okay, only NOT totally okay. I went to school today because obviously, I've already missed a lot. And on my part that means major chaos. I have a hard time catching up with new lessons, that's why.


Having asthma sucks. There are too many food no-no's and you have to really, really be keen on what your eating. From now on, I'm not allowed to eat chocolates, candies, junkfood, cheese, nuts, and whatever yummy food you could think of. From now on, there's a new healthy eater along the way. And no, these are things I'm not ready to give up. I'm too young to not enjoy what teenagers like me enjoy eating. But man, I don't want to ever, ever again have to experience another asthma attack-- the feeling's just terrible because you're simply gasping for air and there's major difficulty in breathing.

Friday, August 25, 2006



Because of a terribly serious asthma attack I got Tuesday afternoon (the moment I got home), I wasn't able to go to school for two, straight days. Yey on my part, uh? But no, it was deadly boring. All Mom wanted for me to do is: sleep, sleep, sleep. I don't even think she wants me to wake up.


Two days resting at home, nebulizing and trying to manage my breathing pattern despite a very tight feeling in the chest, made me feel a lot better though. Mom rushed me to ER at Medical City, Wednesday night. There was actually a possiblity that I get confined (again) but fortunately, God was so good that he understood that I could do without the dextrose attached to my left hand. Imagine, not yet a year nor half a year later and I get confined again? Damn. Why do I have to get sick very so often? This sucks.


Honestly, I really wanted to attend school yesterday but Mom suggested that I rest or else I'll have to bring this damn portable nebulizer with me to school. Talking about loser, uh? I wouldn't want to be regarded as asthmatic girl or girl with little resistance. Sh*t. But good to know, my Mom bought me a nebulizer which could be brought about almost everywhere if only you weren't as conscious as I am. But hello? Who the hell would want to go to school bringing this thing with her and having to nebulize for every four hours? Do tell me who..


Right now, I'm feeling more relaxed. I believe my body's quite stable already but I still have to get rest. Ms Santiago was even worried and kept on asking if I was really okay. Well, I was okay, only NOT totally okay. I went to school today because obviously, I've already missed a lot. And on my part that means major chaos. I have a hard time catching up with new lessons, that's why.


Having asthma sucks. There are too many food no-no's and you have to really, really be keen on what your eating. From now on, I'm not allowed to eat chocolates, candies, junkfood, cheese, nuts, and whatever yummy food you could think of. From now on, there's a new healthy eater along the way. And no, these are things I'm not ready to give up. I'm too young to not enjoy what teenagers like me enjoy eating. But man, I don't want to ever, ever again have to experience another asthma attack-- the feeling's just terrible because you're simply gasping for air and there's major difficulty in breathing.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?"

The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."

Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?"

The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university."

Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to her son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.

"Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked.

Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the university for study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could."

Sally walked out of Children's mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.

It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her o n the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:

"Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.
Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm, sure the food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. T he cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?

Signed with Love from: God, Jesus &Me.

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I received this email from my Mom who, unexpectedly, sent it to me. Honestly, I got teary-eyed while reading the whole thing specially during the "letter" part. It was just so.. sweet;')

Saturday, August 19, 2006



In kindergarten, my youngest sister, Lexi, studied in a co-ed school-- HEdCen, otherwise known as The Little Farm House. And, during her 4-year stay there, she had a lot of friends, a mixture of little girls and little boys. Late last year, she began telling me stories about this little boy whom she seems to have much interest on. (Let's keep him unidentified for now.) And, every time, when I arrive home from school and ask her how the day went, she'd go, "It's okay, we had fun. You know what (name of the little boy here) gave me a necklace. (she'd show it to me afterwards)" That went on for almost a week-- the little boy gave him a different gift each day.


Since Lexi transferred to Assumption Antipolo this year, she would just frequently meet this cute, little boy whenever we'd go to HEdCen for Kumon. Oftentimes, we would see him come in the Kumon Center to make some noise and quite tolerable behavior just to make notice to my sister. Mind you, even the teachers see that and no, we have nothing against them. Truth is, we even invite the little boy to sit close to or even next to Lexi. We just find them cute-- My First Love in Preschool.


If you ask me, these little kiddos do know something about love-- though not necessarily that romantic, they still know something about it, atleast. There was this time when suddenly, out of the blue, I asked how my sister's life was going-- I wasn't thinking about her "love life" but rather, about school. I thought she'd answer something closely related to school. But no, guess what she said. "Ate, ex ko na si (name of little boy here)." I tried my best not to laugh in front of her so I asked her, right away, the reason why. She said, "Kasi, may iba na siyang kasama na girl eh." After this, I had nothing more to say. I just smiled and exited the scene, leaving her staring blankly into an open space.


After a couple of days, Lexi got over with her so-called relationship with this little boy-- if ever it was legal. At home, she would bravely say, "Mom, Dad, ex ko na si (name of little boy here)." The 'rents tried to hide their laughter and Mom explained to her about relationships and ex's. Mom clarified that she couldn't have an ex yet because (1) Dad might have chased this guy with a shotgun once she found out he was courting her favorite little girl; and (2) they weren't in a relationship yet. But Lexi, still persistent, considered this little boy as her ex-- her very first ex-boyfriend in pre-school.


I don't know if she really got over their "break-up" easily but it seems to me she's somehow coping up with the changes both in school and her *clears throat* lovelife. Despite all the things that happened, I know that Lexi still had a special place for that little guy which is (guess where..) in her new, self-painted treasure box (complete with a lock). Once you open it, you'll find a drawing of that little guy with something written under it which proudly states, "I love (name of little boy here)." She happily showed her "masterpiece" to everyone in the house.


The story above is mainly about First Love in Preschool by Lexi and (name of little boy here). I didn't know, that as early as 5 year old, you could get through a lot and learn about love. How inspiring their story is to me. I wish I also had a little crush in preschool who would give me presents every day. Damn it, I'm really hopeless.


Today's the soiree-- only selected people from the batch though. I wasn't allowed because there wasn't any adult's supervision and you know how strict my parents are when it comes to hanging out with unknown people, specially of the opposite sex. Not that their anti-social, they just wanted to keep me away from harm-- if ever there really is. Although, honestly, I would have wanted to come simply because, my friends attended and I'm the only loser who was left behind. Dumm-o.


Nonetheless, my Mom made it up to me. She took me to Galleria today and since everything was on sale, I'm happy to say, we didn't just window shop. We did the actual shopping routine normal people would do during sales. I got new tops from SWNN, Benetton, Kamiseta and the like. Then, we also got toys: I got BopIt and two Tomy car models. (I confess, I really like cars, specially race cars. I really want to be a racer but Mom disagrees. I guess she just doesn't want to see me get hurt.) Mom eventually got hooked to playing BopIt after I first asked her to try it-- now, you'd see it in her hands.


Anyway, I still have no recent updates about the soiree. I'd probably ask Camille or Gian about it some time soon. I'm sure they all had fun. I wish I'd come. Needless to say, we'll probably be having a soiree as a class-- an interaction between AA's I-4 and Ateneo's I-J. No specific date and venue yet but I left Mico to plan all about it. :P So eeeevil.

Friday, August 18, 2006



I'm making most the most of my time just to feel the length of this day. I mean, c'mon.. it's Thursday today and we don't have school tomorrow. We're actually off to a 4-day vacation (of which I haven't even planned how to celebrate).


Anyway, the symposium a while ago gave me an overview about the Constitution (finally) and this thing called, Chacha (Charter Change). I grabbed the oppotunity of gaining more information regarding politics, the government and the people but sadly, my notebook has all the data, my brain just couldn't register all of it-- they were too many, I should say. Towards the end, I got distracted. I didn't have the enthusiasm to listen anymore. But the last speaker was very good since he kept on citing repretations which made all the things he wanted to say and explain easier to understand. So now, all I have to do is fill-up this piece of paper regarding Chacha-- I just hope I copied the essential parts during the talk.


As expected, the rest of the QT results were given out. Thank God I passed. English and AP were really, really good. CLE, well, it was okay. Overall, I believe I did fairly well. I'm satisfied about my grades. I have no regrets. Anyhow, I would gladly wish that I maintain them or better, improve them-- specially *ehem* Filipino:)

Thursday, August 17, 2006



Nothing beats the feeling you get when you find out that you've not been given homework for two straight days. Yeah baby! As predicted, there are no new lessons today-- how terrible the teacher who would give out new lessons/topics right after the Quarterly Test. For today, all was smooth sailing. Some test papers were given back and I have nothing against them. My grades reflect how much I've studied-- that's the only embarrassing part. Halatang hindi nag-aral eh, no? But, like what I just said, I have nothing against them. Actually, I'm quite happy as of now. Although it weren't the grand scores I used to get in Grade 7, my scores are something I could actually be proud of, atleast. And knowing the fact that I just survived the First Quarter is such an accomplishment already. The feeling is something like you've actually just lifted a barbel 10 times your weight. It's just simply.. amazing.


Despite what Ms. Santiago said regarding our Quarterly Test results (we didn't do well; the results weren't as good as our MQT), I still hope I do get a satisfying mark-- meaning, something not below 84. Please, please, please. But if you ask me, the test was somehow tricky and it requires your ability to manage time and formulate the flow of your essay in your mind. I felt quite drained after taking the test, honestly. But God have mercy, please give me a satisfying grade.


Believe it or not, we're scheduled to a Symposium regarding Charter Change tomorrow. It's going to last about an hour and a half. And I hope, by the end of this formal talk, I'd be well-enough educated about the Constitution. Because from our activity in AP today, I found out that I have no idea what the Constitution is. Bad, bad Filipina, I admit.


And tomorrow, thank God, will be our last day for the week and we're off for a 4-day vacation-- a time to veer away from school-related activities and mainly have fun. Afterall, the Quarterly Tests are over and the Second Quater hasn't officially started yet-- meaning, there's still space for some dilly-dallying and horse-play. Now, that's what I'm talking about! :)

Wednesday, August 16, 2006



Alright. Let's get this thing updated. o__O


It's Assumption's feast day today. Happy feast day to my fellow schoolmates. Anyway, the day started with a mass--obviously, that's how our school celebrates special occassions. Then we had about three international Assumption priests. It was cool. Having to hear their accents, I mean. :P The mass was actually different this time. Why? Nevermind. :)


Afterwards, we had the Food Sale, which was totally the opposite of it. I mean, there is truly this thing called, food increase :P Increase in the cost of the food, that's what I meant. But don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it ( a bit) 'cause there were food concessionaires anyway. KFC. Shakey's.


Anyway, I ended bankrupt today. Not only due to the quite expensive food sale, but also due to my two sisters. Their just, uh.. demanding. LOL.



Footnotes:
1) New skin. No more links though. Huhuhu. :P
2) Regular classes tomorrow. Oh men. Test results? No, no, no waaaaay!

Monday, August 07, 2006



I've been pressured by school lately. Studying makes me feel a lot more stupid than I actually am. And the fact that my Mom forces me to study harder even on weekends makes me go MAD. Augh. She even got the wire of the tv. Whaaaaaaaaat?! This is really insane!


Monday & Tuesday
I forgot what happened.

Wednesday
We had fun playing Death by Algebra during CAI. I love numbers :)
Got the result of English MQT. Surprisingly, I aced it. Thanks to the bonus parts.
My parents gave me my birthday gift. FINALLY. It's the watch I've been eyeing for lately.

Thursday
We took the deadly Filipino MQT. I have a strong feeling that I failed it.

Friday
Math Chapter Test. Wasn't able to study because I did our AP project. Fortunately, I only got a couple of mistakes.
Science UT2.

Saturday
Got sick.
Colds suck.
Wasn't able to go to Gian's Birthday Party.
Watched tv all day loooooong.
Boring.


ANYWAY. More pressure this week. That's for sure. It's QT week, and get this, we'll be having school on a Saturday. Yey, you loser.


Aug. 4 Happy Birthday Sab and Jaemi
Aug. 6 Happy Birthday Gian