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Tuesday, November 07, 2006
i wonder if anyone would notice im back from blog-leave...
work has been my life for six months now and i dont know how i will be able to steal time for other aspects of life- social life, family life, love life (this would be rather fun, i think)... it has only been six months but my saggy eyebags and jellyhead seem to be in need of a long, lazy time off from media work.
here is a list of some among many many things/ events i had to forego for the love of work:
1. my mom's birthday
2. my birthday
3. my lola's birthday
4. my brother's birthday
5. our town fiesta
6. halloween
and lots of gimmicks with both family and friends.
ok, can't continue this now... did i mention im still at work? whew... 
***this blog is really up and running again. yey!
Posted at 10:46 pm by lizzie1530
Friday, December 17, 2004
16th kahapon, last day of classes for dis yr, oblation run, lantern parade, at marami p.
ang saya nila..
THE DIFFERENCE
matchbox 20
Slow dancing on the boulevard
In the quiet moments while the city’s still dark
Sleepwalking through the summer rain and the tired spaces
You could hear her name when she was warm and tender
And you held her arms around you
There was nothing but her love and affection
She was crazy for you
Now she's part of something that you lost
And for all you know
This could be
The difference between what you need
And what you wanna be
Yeah, what you wanna be
Night swimming in her diamond dress
Making small circles move across the surface
Stand watching from the steady shore
Feeling wide open and waiting for
Something warm and tender
Now she's moving further from you
There was nothing that could make it easy on you
Every step you take reminds you that she's walking wrong
Yeah, for all you know
This could be
The difference between what you need
And what you want
Every word you never said
Echoes down your empty hallway
And everything that was your world
Just came down
Day breaking on the boulevard
Feel the sun warming up your second hand heart
Light swimming right across your face
And you think maybe someday, yeah
Maybe someday
For all you know
Yeah, this could be
The difference between what you need
And what you want
Posted at 11:41 am by lizzie1530
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
napuyat ako.i was typing the time away last nyt but it wasnt acad stuff. nag-iinarte lng.
on other matter, wla na c FPJ. my radio was on kgbi habang nsa harap ng PC. it was tuned to AM. (force of journalistic habit n un) i find ways to catch news kc before the day breaks. so alm m un, while the world is snoozing, lgi n lng gicng ang ulirat ko sa mga radio news reports, however droning they get most of the time.
ayun, narining ko c berting labra, amay bisaya nd more of FPJ's friends relating cherished moments spent with the late actor. even the news anchor was near to tears. disconsolate n mga reports nila.
exactly 12:01 this morning when FPJ breathed his last. ewan ko, pero nalungkot din ako. i called my dad nga eh and asked how was my lolo (father's side) taking it. d cla close. not in any way related. fanatic lng ang lolo ko. one of those who throw the remote control in jet speed against the tv when FPJ gets injured in his movies. wel, naiyak ata cia; aside from the large share of mourning filipino populace.
i just hope his death doesnt get exploited for political motives.
prayers for his soul.
Posted at 10:23 am by lizzie1530
sad ME, happy ME, baffled ME
i know that recent tragedies which ravaged some parts of the country make it hard for some to accept that christmas is only a dozen days away.
blood shoots up to my head everytime i hear/read news on PGMA's tales. whether the calamity was wrought by the hand of God, thus, we accept the fate with borken heart but open arms. later on, when she finally deciphered it all (that it's not a result natural forces alone); she points her finger to illegal loggers in the form of carabao loggers and NPAs who have equipment, only rough and ready. they rely basically on their shoulders and carabaos to haul their firewood. now, could that alone account to thousands of hectares of forests swept clear, therefore, death of hundreds?
i loathe the idea of letting this angst out here when i intend to talk about happy things.
my reasons to be happy:
1. kc food fest bukas sa Geog143 (asian geography)! lalaps kmi ng kng anu2! hehe!
2. kc nag-enjoy ako tlga sa bonding nmin ng UPRCY members. ive nvr been dat kulet nd crazy as my real ME wid dat group.
3. kc nangaroling kmi (UPRCY) tpos natuto na ko mgfalsetto. hehe!
4. kc nakaubos ako ng isang slice ng sbarro white cheese pizza! d best tlga un!
5. kc may espasol ako fresh from laguna.
6. kc malapit na maglantern parade.
7. kc im going to EK wid my family dis wikend.
8. kc ive proven i hav dis power to wheedle out hush-hush things frm closest friends. asteeg! i can prophesy na. hehe!
9. kc kht na i believe na planning breeds disappointment, im sure to execute my plans, come hell or high waters!
10. lastly, kc magaling n dysmenorrhea ko. it had been, at its worst, painful.
***
hay naku! nabaliw ako sa kakulitan ni adan knina. i was grilled in the hot seat. sobra piniga ako. and i went home puzzled, mejo npag-icp kc ako. i thought that was enuf for my dose of brainteasers; un pla dadagdag p c kirk. hehe! friendship over! hehe! joke lng! kukulit kc!
***
i didn't notice ive changed significantly. i don't think i have so. but why did dis friend go on yakking before me saying im rude?
i dont think i have coarse fibers in me to make him, or anyone, all irate.
it's very characteristic of me to be madaldal, to be a lil sarcastic, to josh around. i mean, dat's me. mapang-asar ako mnsan but my jokes are never personal and i keep them iced with smiles for less offense.
bihira may napipikon sakin kc lagi nmn gone-off mga hirit ko. pero etong friend na'to, sobra nagtampo kc i sent out foul messages dw. i hope my being a UP student has nothing to do with his grudges.
weird tlga but im thankful he told me his issue. i rather need a self-check.
Posted at 12:19 am by lizzie1530
Thursday, December 02, 2004
Snow on the Sahara
by Anggun
Only tell me that you still want me here
When you wander off out there
To those hills of dust and hard winds that blow
In that dry white ocean alone
Lost out in the desert
You are lost out in the desert
But to stand with you in a ring of fire
I'll forget the days gone by
I'll protect your body and guard your soul
From mirages in your sight
Lost out in the desert
You are lost out in the desert
If your hopes scatter like the dust across your track
I'll be the moon that shines on your path
the sun may blind our eyes, I'll pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the Sahara
If that's the only place where you can leave your doubts
I'll hold you up and be on your way out
And if we burn away, I'll pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the Sahara
Just a wish and I will cover your shoulders
With veils of silk and gold
When the shadows come and darken your heart
Leaving you with regrets so cold
Lost out in the desert
You are lost out in the desert
If your hopes scatter like the dust across your track
I'll be the moon that shines on your path
the sun may blind our eyes, I'll pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the Sahara
If that's the only place where you can leave your doubts
I'll hold you up and be on your way out
And if we burn away, I'll pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the Sahara
<the last song i heard tonight... ganda tlga.>
Posted at 01:20 am by lizzie1530
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
n_nc_mit_al te_ti_g of w_te_s
Right now, the world is anything but crystal clear!
"C'mon, liezl. You can't expect your bitter, self-prepared coffee to taste like honey." This is what I always tell myself when my head spins like spinwheel at a rate inversely as slow as my _______ goes.
It's not as if I'm overdesperate to see things turn out right or kind, at least.. It's just that i feel stupid because I begin to realize that it's all my fault. A misstep, an oversight. Whatever!
Maybe some friends think I feel better when they try to commiserate with me. Talk about honesty, I don't but I'm touched. Pero mas marami naman ang nakikinig lang at nagpapagaan. I know they couldn't care more and I truly, infinitely appreciate that. I appreciate it because it (pangangamusta) keeps me sane. I hoist myself from a complacent slouch and give the time a glance. It's not moving any slower. In fact, so much time has passed for comfort.
Regretting is far; way way far from my state. One reason among many others is that maybe I just haven't done enough; thus, I can't resort to regretting.
I don't want to think it's unfair. I hate it more to think that's something more important to me will slide down the pit when I make things fair.
When all else is hazy, one thing is certain: I came to know the wonders in me.And hey, I can still smile.
A piece of brilliant mind:
Subtlety doesn't work all the time. - Sir Luis Teodoro
Posted at 02:31 am by lizzie1530
Monday, August 16, 2004
Oh please! Stop aligning your brows. Apparition ba? Acads as an excuse for a neglected blog will not pass, will it? Let’s just say I’ve been plagued with grim circumstances that will leave me, before the wee hours of the morning, wishing that a day were another 24 hours longer.
And I have not so many "cooool thangs" to share, to begin with. I felt that if I were to revive this blog, I should reverse the tides. A grievance slate is what has become of this blog and I think all of you, my bloggist friends, have enough of your own miseries. I’m superbly nice to spare you my angst. Sooo, my daily grudges go to my Cinderella~during~daylight diary and the super personal fancy flights to my Cinderella~before~midnight journal. 'You all ready to hit me in the head? Hahaha! And all those your eyes can dart in will be scrawled here! That is IF my strangling sked will allow. Shox! I’m finding it easy to believe that I’ve contracted the OC syndrome na! Hope it doesn’t get as bad as Deneb’s or PPPPaul’s. Joke!
Wait! I don’t have to explain.
~~~~~
So I turned 19 two weeks ago or so. And I was told that this year will be my last in the teenage arena. I tell you, my sense of responsibility is now kicking and consulting a psych book is now my kind of thing. Nature must have suspected that I rather need it.
~~~~~
Anyway, just to share something with an element of recency, I had watched Shyamalan’s THE VILLAGE. I tipped off my hat to the maker. Really awesome! I should appreciate it because compared to SIGNS, this one was way more bearable for me. That latter was so creepy that I wasn’t even able to finish watching it. THE VILLAGE wasn’t really scary, just shocking. Very atypical of a goosebump gizmo the movie was. With all the zing a retarded Noah had roped in and few bite~sized philosophies that really made me think, the movie definitely goes to my fave list.
I’d also seen Ramona Diaz’s IMELDA 2 weeks ago or so. Bless her heart, she who had engendered the notion of innateness of beauty in us. "It’s not hard to be beautiful. Beauty is natural," so her battlecry went. And amen to that!
I had seen ALONG CAME POLLY a month ago. The story was stale of its kind. Didn’t melt my heart.
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August 12 was one helluva day! It had drawn the best and the worst from me. Never knew an ordinary Thursday could squeeze out my tears. Some friends had figured out why.
But that day wasn’t all that bad. On that stormy day, I experienced a couple of "first times" in my life:
>trying the celebrated Isaw of Kalay plus a li’l extra- rainwater
>licking Pistachio-flavored ice cream despite the wet weather
Isaw was the next best thing, then.
~~~~~
Yesterday, I went birdwatching in the Arboretum. The place was definitely far from what I have long thought it was like. The mint environment defeated the site’s stigma. Last week, I invaded the World of Butterflies in Marikina. The flying wonders of different hues surprised me. That was the first after lightyears that I felt again this distinct childish awe when they started to land on my shoulders, head and fingers. A magical feeling! These winged creatures sort of drifted me away from reality like a romantic idiot.
It was healthy, though. At least for somebody who’s having about enough of everything.
Guys, pampering ourselves in the middle of the suffocating acad continuum will really reduce the rigidity. So Klara, I so agree that we should watch the THE VILLAGE again. Hehe!
Well, I revived my blog because everyone’s so busy for verbal exchanges. I’m really missing a lot, I might add.
Today’s more than an ordinary Monday. Since I think I started it right, I hope the sun will shine in my favor throughout the week.
Posted at 11:11 pm by lizzie1530
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Swimming Galore!
Roaming the range of Batangas every after five days of summer classes doesn't always translate to a comfy, unwinding experience. First, the trip can really cause backaches plus headaches everytime my head hits the window. The van's aircon doesn't always work. And the list of complaints goes on. When i get home and feel all clammy because of the warm, dusty breeze, all i can ask my parents for is a swimming treat. And although our place is lined with beach/pool resorts and diving spots on its coast, it wasn't until last last saturday that i had the feel of sticky, salty but soothing seawater after one long year. But the tide was high, the sun at its hottest and shores clustered with youths drinking their time away. The setting turned me off so instead of crashing into the waves, i plunged into the pool. I swam like mad, well hey, leisures like this are too seldom for restraint. But if misfortune will get in the way, it really will. It was already 6 pm and dark, there were only few cousins, aunts, and newly found friends in the water with me. I don't have the habit of getting all chummy with strange, though nice people when I'm not in a so good mood (you'll know why, later). So i keep it distant from them and as I swam towards the cute mini-fall, boom! Karma said hi! I hit my head against the brick-hard wall. What a consequence for not being friendly? But see, one of the guys among the group of strangers elbowed me on the tummy after a wrong-angled dive. Though unintentional, it bruised. That's why i didn't want to even get a yard nearer to them.
If a tingling forehead is what i got for such a valid attitude, what will other people get for reasonably avoiding some fellows? Or what will some other fellows get from paving the path for friendship and yet scare their target friends away? Providing light on this circumlocution is left to the blogs of quite a few. Better click on the links found at the left side of the screen and chow down on the issues laid bare for you!
Just sharing. hehe!
UP is such a pluralistic community. (Who doesn't know this?) We're drizzled with several worldviews competing for our minds.What i'm just trying to say is we are left to ourselves to choose what principles to believe in and live by. And finding people with beliefs parallel to ours is just so tough. Thankfully, im not so finicky when it comes to people's qualities and ideologies.
I had a weak value-system before stepping into the university ground. What caused this is my HS experience of winning friends. I was just a transferree in my HS alma mater during 2nd year. i chose that school because my gradeschool buddies were all going there. I was extremely excited to kiss and make-up with them for leaving the country without any notice. To my surprise, those silly friends of mine experimented on forming new networks of pals according to their individual standards. So when i entered the picture, i had a hard time setting my sked so that i could spend time with each group. Kulang na lang mag-draw lots ako. I grew satiated accomodating all factions. I couldn't spread myself so thinly.
I decided to bond with the circle of cool but a lil geeky peeps in deference to my old friends. But whew, i didn't have a clue that getting along with those brainy kikays could dry out my patience. I've always hated the feeling of being rejected especially when there's no reason that could be more shallow than envy. Who doesn't anyway? I wouldn't go pushing myself to any group or anybody. (But eventually, they made efforts to win me.)
That problem was as simple as HS life, which i think is really way simpler than UP-culture. Kaya na-challenge talga ko sa paghahanap ng friends sa skul natin ngayon. Finding all-weather friends in UP is kinda like finding a needle in a heystack.
I can still remember my freshy days when I'd eat in CASAA by myself, (with no one asking what i'd have for lunch); when i'd go to lib (again, alone); and when i'd enlist my subjects without considering anybody else's sked. But the sway of things didn't keep its direction the entire year.
FYI, I was BA Speech Comm then; we had a block dat's nothing like K-6. Amy wasn't my blockmate but thank heavens, we met. If it weren't for our decision to shift out, I wouldn't be as cheerful now (as Klara described me). That year was ok but it was too darned isolating.
Now, I'm in journ and i hope having many friends around wouldn't lull me into complacency that everybody is worthy of close social contact. Tulad ng nasabi ko kanina, UP is a bastion of diversity. we all have our differences. After all, friendship is not always about honeysweet pleasantries like sunken-tambay and its bouts.
I'm quite tolerant but please don't dare mess too much with the people i value kasi that can get the better of me. If you want us to be in harmony, respect my closest folks because anything that stings them, stings me just as bad. We have two ears, and that's nature's way of saying that we should listen twice before we speak. Ayoko na kasi ng mga conflicts na instead magsubside after quite some time, eh lalo pang lumalaki at mas marami pang tao ang naiinvolve. Tanggapin na lang natin na may pagkakaiba tayo, if we can't settle those, let's leave them be. Masanay na sana tayo kasi kung hindi, God knows when kung kelan tayo lahat magiging ok.
I hope I have conveyed my message clearly. That's the most gentle way i could say what's in my heart. I said it all now because I don't want to simmer until I can't say it nicely anymore.
Anyway, naka-vote na pala ko. I really felt my share in the elections especially when i found out that my parents, relatives, and few friends changed their bets last minute after I gave them a piece of my mind about my list of candidates. Hehe! Power of persuasion, that's what i call it.
Posted at 10:47 pm by lizzie1530
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
Woh, this blog has been in "coma" for almost three weeks na, 17 days, to be exact. I thought I'd be able to conveniently update this blog after the lenten break. But no. My aunt and my mom agreed to renovate the house i'm staying in and guess what? I wasn't informed beforehand. I learned about it after all electric circuits were defused (making it impossible for me to watch tv, more so do my updates) and peripheral constructions started. It's really infuriating because I couldn't even go home the time I'm supposed to because of the home discomforts. Anyway, I felt the need to finally make my second journal now since everytime I'd see a friend, she'd say imperatively, "Hoy, mag-update ka na ng blog mo!" Voila! Here you have it!
And oh, for whatever it's still worth, my mom approved of my Yakal proposal. You know, at home, everything had to be scrupulously weighed. And duh! She's taken her time on deciding on it a bit too long. There's no guarantee for me get a slot now. My friends know that I've been longing for a dorm experience which spells a little more freedom and a little deprivation of minor stuffs. I think it's blown away.
So much for my dissatisfactions. I think I've been whiny enough.
Let's talk acads. I have a class under Quilop, a seemingly likable prof, sardonically speaking. But as what Mam Carlos repeatedly reminds us about, I can always make things turn out in my favor by being an eternal optimist. So even before anything crops up in his class, before I get called to recite (which can earn me 10 points for answers that are correct or not very correct but delivered convincingly and a song number if i fail to do otherwise) and be totally terrified by his intimidating demeanor, I've conditioned myself that getting a nice grade in his class is within hand-reach. Oooohhh, sounds a little suggestive. Don't think green. :-)
I also have a Bio class right after polsci. My prof, Dr. Herrera, is a complete opposite of Quilop. Her requirements subsume quizzes, exams, and hear this, sharing! Cheesy huh! But i tell you, it's a lot more fun. The two neutralize each other. Bio makes my temperance a little sober after polsci. Then after classes, I attend Socio 101 because it has all of my friends there and the room, though a bit congested, is way colder than any possible tambay-place in AS. I do this on a regular basis.
After all the acads, the much-awaited card games at sunken! I've morphed into a fun-freak na. Gone are the days when I'd choose to be in bed for naps after summer classes. In fact, I've never appreciated the sunken more. Or is it really the place and the games that I am enjoying? Hackneyed as it may sound, but those people whom I share the fun, which spiral wildly out of control, with are enough reason to enjoy the summer. Yikes! Too sappy. But really, with a friend who dances like those men in Gigolo in the tune of Rainbow, a friend who cries over few personal issues and wears a smile at the same time, a friend who talked me into listening to Jon Peter Lewis, a friend who complains he's in limbo, a friend who makes latter's limbo game really tough, a friend who gave me a tour of Yakal, a friend who updates me with latest chismis almost every night on the phone if her brothers aren't glued to ragnarok, a friend who had successfully convinced me to try San Mig light, a friend who's a future mag editor, and lastly, someone who is now too special; how can I not love this summer?
Posted at 07:40 pm by lizzie1530
Sunday, April 04, 2004
I've been itching to create my own blog. However, sometimes, some people fall short of their skills at hand to be able to make something like this. I mean, I'd rather leaf through magazines, shop around, and sleep than spend hours figuring out how cyberworld works. But there are just really great people who make things easy for others, you know. (thanks talaga! you've done it perfectly!) Without lifting a finger, I now have my own blog.
Just so you know, it took me days before i get to have my first journal. why? because i'm in the wilds of Batangas right now. Since, internet will not be of practical use for my folks here, my mom decided not to have it installed. What i do to get access to the world of my favorite people is to drop by once in awhile in the nearest net cafe and bear with their anachronistic, soiled, and defective computers. Sorry to my kumare who happened to own the cafe. well, truth hurts.
Since i left my qc home, i have been missing the citylife, which isn't really much. by citylife, i mean few rounds in the mall, dinners at mcdo, recent movies (on which i need to do a little catching up), and 4-hour coffe breaks with my cousins.
I admit, my stay here gets a little boring at times. During the day, i just eat, sleep, eat and sleep. When i get a little lucky, my sister will agree to play badminton with me under the summer sun. believe me, it's better than staring blankly at the wall of my bedroom until my eyes feel tired. During the night after dinner, i normally look for my cousins for short chitchat. But if my parents are just a little loose, i think there aren't enough things i can do. One of my cousins, who is two months shy of legal drinking age, always invites me over in their house a couple of blocks away. She never runs out of drinks, light or hard, because it has become a tradition to have this drinking party for cousins our agegroup every after two days. Maybe in two years, i'll be able to finally enjoy this teen-thing. For now, i'll do with badminton and naps...
I don't want to sound like a goody-goody but that's what had turned out of me after half a week of my countryside getaway.
Posted at 01:01 pm by lizzie1530
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