play this song while you read this, please haha

There’s always something about this song that makes me want to:

• cry out of random happiness
• stand up, get dressed fancy, grab some good-looking guy and slow dance with him in an adorned gazebo at night
• float up, land on a cloud and then lie on it, hands behind my head
• fall in love (lol, no really)
• wake up on the right side of the bed
• sleep like there’s always nothing to worry about tomorrow
• close my eyes
• stare into space
• stargaze on a lone windy beach
• get wed and walk the aisle, this song playing in the background
• daydream
• watch an old couple slow dance to this
• allow my heart to sink to the pit of all bottoms
• watch the city lights from a high place and feel the wind on my hair, drink something
• walk silent streets, hands on my pockets
• chill on the swings of a public park, like in the movies
• watch the first snow of the year (some place where it snows of course)
• sit by a fireplace

• blow up the stereos and hear only this
• hit replay all the time
• and lastly, sing like Norah Jones (hahaha)

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut. My weakness is that I care too much. And my scars remind me that the past is real. I tear my heart open just to feel.

Drunk and I’m feeling down, and I just want to be alone. I’m pissed cause you came around, why don’t you just go home? Cause you channeled all your pain, and I can’t help you fix yourself. You’re making me insane, all I can say is:

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut. My weakness is that I care too much. And our scars remind us that the past is real. I tear my heart open just to feel.

I tried to help you once, against my own advice. I saw you going down but you never realized that you’re drowning in the water, so I offered you my hand. Compassion’s in my nature. Tonight is our last dance.

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut, and my weakness is that I care too much. And those scars remind us that the past is real. I tear my heart open just to feel.

I’m drunk and I’m feeling down and I just want to be alone. You shouldn’t ever come around, why don’t you just go home? Cause you’re drowning in the water, and I tried to grab your hand. I left my heart open, but you didn’t understand. GO FIX YOURSELF.

I can’t help you fix yourself, but at least I could say I tried.

I’m sorry but I’ve got to move on with my own life.

dumbass.

How awful it is that in a single day you realize that those simple decisions you make in life could greatly affect the decisions of others. For one intending not to give herself away too easily, innocence has its faults. For one who told herself to build up pride, one then realizes that where pride stands, everything else falls: the castle of memories, the bridged connections, their very foundation. Every thing can be discarded overnight. What’s worse is that you can’t do anything sane to fix things. What’s worse is that you have to wait for things to eventually find their place.

One then asks herself if one deserves to be the basis of other’s lives. No, I never do, I never did. Who am I, to hurt several people in two weeks’ time? Who am I, to let them leave all else because of me?

I never do, I never did.

If you had three paths to choose from, you of course, would have to choose one and abandon the other two. That’s taking 33.33% chance of all the other chances you could have gotten in life. But what could you do? You cannot stay at the junction and stare at the roads forever. In the long run, you have to walk down one of them. And then there’s no turning back, for time never ceases.

Then roads that are never taken wither and degrade. But you had to let them, because you had to, because that’s life.

One would wish she could be careful with her choices. But however she chooses to go on, she saddens one or another.

Balance. Yin Yang. But how is that fair?

Before my thinking spree, Yayan looked up the house barriers and saw a bird perching on the barb wires. From our position, it was a picture perfect silhouette against the setting sun; picture perfect for us, photography junkies. So I felt a very strong urge to grab a ladder, climb up the roof and take a shot. Unfortunately I don’t have the camera with me all the time so I went on with the plates and saucers, aching to let go of what would have been a beautiful photo. And I thought, would I even dare climb a ladder? I am after all, scared of heights. However, in contradiction, I still am a nut for the adrenaline rush. I’d go for any venturesome rides you’d take me to, as long as I know I’ll survive in the end. haha. Thinking about the wild rides, I planned to do some skydiving one day. That should be on the list of things to do before I die. (The term “bucket list” is so cliche already since the movie).

Once I do that awesome feat, I know I won’t be looking down to where I’m falling. I won’t be joining the others doing some sky choreography and stuffs. I won’t even take pictures, which I would love to do. Instead I would turn around, face up that vast blue wall of a sky, rest my head on my arms and take all those available seconds to appreciate and channel all my love to such a wonderful creation. At that fine moment, my heart would belong to nothing else but that.  Someday, hello blue guy.

sorry for boring you, if there is a you.

– Patty

who might just be able to read this if you somehow uncover it and know it’s meant for you.

i thought i was going to have just one ordinary happy and exhausting day..

UNTIL

i heard about it, and i find it unacceptable. why this, why you, of all? no no no no no. (mixed feelings.) it’s been ages, man, ages. you can’t just intrude like that. i really like where i am now, don’t go bringing in the past. you know what i chose (or at least i think you do) yet you dare brave that fact, go on and do this? when the time comes, am i supposed to nod my head or lift my chin up? either way i would still pretend that nothing happened. yes, i have been thinking about it as nothing, but something still. (i don’t get myself sometimes) but was it even anything?

dawn is almost breaking. my head feels light already. darn this, darn you. darn destiny, darn fate. darn coincidence. if i were you, i’d choose again, and choose wisely. this path is not for you. it’s not for me either. i know it and i am sure of it.

why do stories like this have to be so cliche? and if it be so, wouldn’t i rather settle for mediocrity than have you playing this role?

yes, i am talking to you dumbhead.

think again. think twice, think more.

-Patty

Painter 1: Gordon ta kay maayo si Gordon.

Painter 2: Gordon? Ayaw Gordon uy, Gibo ta kay naay eroplano! Si Gordon kay ma’y ra ma’g sulti! blablabla…

Painter 3 nititi (layo-layo nilang duha): Si Pacquiao nlang kha?

*bow

i shall respect their opinions, nalang.

-Patty

–noun

inability to obtain sufficient sleep, esp. when chronic; difficulty in falling or staying asleep; sleeplessness.

4:32 AM

Four hours through and i still couldn’t seem to find sleep. it’s either because i had too much caramel macchiato to drink or ’cause everything happens for a reason and for some reason the effects of coffee are working over overtime. hell i keep craning my neck in bed and turning over. what has gotten into me, only God knows. i got to read a book (The Smoke Runner by Nicholas Evans, great story by the way) by my phone’s light, sms, listen to music, compose this, and still haven’t felt the slightest cue of drowsiness. now i put my iPod in shuffle and all it plays are love songs i can’t even relate to. i thought i just downloaded some new songs so i’m asking where they are now and i would very much like them played thank you. i have heard a lot about people not getting any sleep, dismissed the issues as they’re just not trying hard enough. now the heavens have decided to plead me wrong on the day of new year’s eve. i was worrying earlier about the many zits i now have, caused by lack of sleep from the past consecutive late night parties. now that the partying was over, i was hoping to get rid of them, but i guess i’ll have to deal with them er, later. now the roosters are cock-a-doodle-doo-ing. great, thank you chickens for the reminder. being me, i am getting hungrier by the second what with all these thoughts of the Media Noche tonight inviting me in. wait.. i can hear pigs being slaughtered. haha. we live next to a mini-slaughterhouse here in Bacolod. now they’re screaming pathetic (in hog language). hahaha. poor them. think of them as roasted & stuffed later today. and.. that damn rooster crows again. will someone please slaughter the thing too?

…

the verdict:

i was ‘blessed’ with only 2 hours of sleep, a 6-8 AM shut-eye. i’ve been trying to get back to it and so far had no luck. so now i resort to blogging. i was thinking about doing it in Tumbler but i thought it would be more peaceful and simpler if i wrote it here. this shall be my last post for the year i guess.

Happy 2K10 everyone. Go for gold.

- Patty ♥

A line i suddenly thought of: letting much of this drowsiness overcome my waking potential. this shall be another unhealthy sleep-all-day Sunday as usual. assignments and other priorities will be done after the me is satisfied that she has had enough slumber to make up for late night reading and internet surfing done last week. it surprises me that i still have this much vocabulary left in my small brain at this hour. it’s actually been 19 hours since i last laid my head on a pillow. cool. maybe subscribing to Mr. A-Z’s blog helps a lot. i missed blogging.

CWTS feeding program in Mabolo

It was Jahz’s birthday yesterday (doesn’t feel like it was yesterday to me). after the very juvenile feeding program somewhere in Mabolo, we headed straight to SM- which was about two blocks away from the venue- all wet and sticky. we ate lunch, had ice cream for dessert courtesy of the birthday girl and ambushed the arcades: dance revo, racing for the others, a little of playing with drums. for the most part, we sang along a karaoke machine. yes i repeat, a karaoke machine. who would’ve thought that a very common entity so constantly ignored would be the object that completes my day. and oh yeah i got a chance to go home by myself again today, yipee.

I thank God for block mates and new friends who care for me so much. i thank Him for giving them the capability to make me smile, if not laugh, literally every single day. i am grateful for those eyes that have disclosed nothing but sincerity, for those ears that would give anything to listen (chismosa?), for those lips that could effortlessly compliment, frankly comment and readily share knowledge or whatever else that might be on their minds, and lastly, for those noses (lol) or those last two holes on those funky heads, that enjoy my perfume, haha.

Nonetheless, i still badly miss the friends i had before God gave me more. please know that i cherish and love you guys very much because i am a cool fusion of yous. and i love being this way.

whoa, getting more sentimental by the moment. probly the side effects when you’re so close to dreaming, almost like getting drunk. which reminds me: Clyde is allergic to beer, nyahaha, cool. all righty, i’ve had it.

I-HAVE-TO-GET-SLEEP. @_@

Thanks mucho much,

Patty

never before have i scoured through such a brilliant and well-crafted game in the internet. with an excellent plot and a bloody hue, i’m giving Ben Leffler (the great creator) 5 rockin stars baby! though scary, it kept me begging for more. i swear, if this was a movie it would have been a massive hit. but anyway, if it was, we wouldn’t know how it feels like to walk through the story. the structure itself stands out that you won’t go looking for good graphics to enjoy this one. i just finished Exmortis 2, which is just as good as the first one, and i now find myself one among the Exmortis zealots all over the universe. heee.

A brief summary, to add a little more tinge to your curiosity:

Exmortis 1. you enter a deserted house in the middle of nowhere to find fresh blood & apparitions all over the place. then as you move through the house, you discover more about the secrets of the Exmortis (sort of an ancient satanic cult which vanished to an unseen realm and can only escape to reality through a mortal link). in the end, it turned out you were the mortal link, thus the channel upon which this uhh, dreadful wrath has been released to the real world. yup. end of part 1.

Exmortis 2. you, as Mr. Hannay, are either among the very few or the only one who survived the worldwide Exmortis crimson massacre. appointed by an unknown being to undo the wreckage with whatever hope you have left, you venture through yet another house and unveil more Exmortis secrets. after enduring all that, you uhh, kill yourself as the last sacrifice. but it doesn’t end there. you turn up at the basement from part 1 and then yeyy you destroy the link guy and end the mess.  after that, you realize that you were just a tool for Lord Vlaew (leader of Exmortis) to achieve his aim for world domination. and.. you die too. end of part 2.

– a negative comment: the only bad thing about these two is that you HAVE TO READ the long history of Exmortis, which is essential to the game.

Exmortis 3. me shout and jump jump cos an Exmortis 3 is coming up! i wonder what it’ll be about this time, as i quote Chowder — “EXCITEMENT!” eh. anyway, i trust Leffler’s wits. i bow down Ben, i bow down.

to my future fellow Exmortis enthusiasts, clicking the following links will meet the prophecy i have just written. haha.

Exmortis
Exmortis 2

some more pointers: if you get stuck there are walkthroughs all over the internet. but i think its better if you didn’t use them in order to build up all the excitement. although the sudoku puzzle in part 2 is an exemption. hehe. for the faint-hearted, you are free to play this in broad daylight, but do not turn off the sounds. you will lose the sweetness of the game.

an Exmortis review, bow.

Yours,

Patty

PS. and to think i was blabbering about love stuffs just yesterday. haha.

Okay, so how would you take a situation like this:

The dream (one late March or early April night)

I walked in my university (i wasn’t in college yet when i dreamt of this) & came across this guy who i believed i have encountered somewhere before. he saw me too & approached me, asked “aren’t you that girl from blah blah blah?” (you get the picture). yes i was. remembering him, i asked what his name (which i forgot) was, he replied (let’s say) Joe (not his real name, his real name is actually rarely used in the Phils) and in return i told him mine (which he also forgot). then we became intimately close. next thing i know, he was confessing his feelings for me, saying that he had liked me from the start blah. THEN (damn this part), we became lovers, cheesy as it seems. and to me, (in the dream) the relationship felt good. it actually felt..perfect. there were holding hands moments & leaning on his shoulder moments and hugs. (CHEESY) and i absolutely loved who he was: he was funny & easy to relate with. later on, he asked me to introduce him to my friends, which i did. then when i was about to introduce him (damn this silly part too) i forgot his name. lol. so i asked him what his name was again (forgetful me). his only response was a ‘how could you’ look on his face then *poof* he was gone. and i went looking for him all over the place but i never found him in the end. then i woke up and tried to remember if i knew anyone by the name “Joe”. Sure that i didn’t, I promised myself to go look for that person, the first “Joe” i would encounter after that dream.

The reality

I got my “Joe” alright, while i was on vacation in a place i was very familiar with sometime mid-April’s. I go there every year since ever, which implies that the people there have been my childhood friends, and still are to date. we’ve kept close ties even though i don’t come by often and i always feel that i belong with them. so 3 years ago, the people whose house stands in front of ours moved, replaced by people i never got to know until this summer. most of my close friends & older cousins  only know them by their names, while my young cousins play and relate with 2 of them a lot. They were brothers: (they have other siblings, but i’m only mentioning these two cos they’re the people i got to know) one older than i am, the other the same age as my younger cousins.

Early one day, my cousin “Mae” and I were walking around, then we passed by a Military Training School. She suddenly announced that “Joe” would be entering PMA sometime this summer. I didn’t know who she was talking about so I was like, “who’s Joe?” and she replied “he’s the guy who lives in the house opposite ours”. i thought “aaah, the older brother” and i just replied with a “ah okay, him.” Days later, a brownout occured. It was announced that the lights were gonna come back on at 12 midnight, so my friends and i planned to wait in the streets till that happens. so on evening that day, we were jamming in one terrace where every kid in the place gradually gathered one by one, including Joe. Joe and his troop were in one side of the terrace and our troop was in the other side but we were singing along altogether. He would joke a lot, and even though we weren’t friends with him we would laugh anyway. Then we all stood up to play (which we do every night). That night it was 7-7-up, which at first the kids didn’t want to play because they wanted Patintero instead. But when they saw how fun it was, they joined in, eventually Joe and “Peter”(a friend i wasn’t close to) — the big guys, did too. So we all got tired and sat down in the middle of the road where we always do. And we talked a lot, then Joe started to share scary stories about our street, (My cousins and I were surprised at his sudden openness towards us that we weren’t able to get over it until the next day) and we were all tuning in. Then people started to feel drowsy or scared and went home ahead. There were five of us left, counting Mae, 2 girl friends and Joe. We were sitting there, exchanging thoughts until Joe said “white jeep” (the dreaded white jeep which reprimands people violating the curfew) causing us to run back to our homes but still spare every one a long distance “good night”. So from that night onwards Joe started to mingle with us & we all became one big troop playing 77up or watching the basketball tournament at the plaza or singing along karaokes or eating indian mangos or just plain fooling around.

The night before we left for Cebu, while we were once again sitting in the middle of the road, Mae told me something that bothered me and bothers me up to the present (note: Joe was acting weird, said that he didn’t feel like dancing when Single Ladies was played etc). She SMSed me secretly, and the message said: ” I think Joe likes you.” So I was like WTF?? which caught people’s attention. Then my other cousin “Ann” told us that she thinks she knows what we’re talking about. i asked her later about what she knew and she too, thought the same thing. And i was like “What the..” cos I didn’t notice until they told me. It was only at that night that I remembered the dream I had & wondered if it had some connection to any of this. I mean he IS the first Joe i encountered after the dream, and he DID fit the whole “Joe” stuff in the dream. yup, WTF. didn’t see that coming.

The Revelations

By the way, Joe is attending PNP Academy right now, so he’ll be gone for four years. He left a day before his training started (May 1). On that day, Mae forced me into texting him a “goodbye” at least. So I did, and that’s when his confessions rolled out like red carpet. So okay, Mae and Ann were right. Part of me wanted it because HEY I FOUND MY JOE and part of me didn’t cos.. well look where it got me.  *sigh* so i’m stuck with the question “Could he be the one?”, which could only be answered 4 years later. And trust me, it won’t be easy to forget.

So there you have it, a part of my senti LOVE life. lol. if you didn’t get that, its okay cos i wrote this so that i could have an outlet of some sort for what i’ve been feeling. thanks anyway.

Yours,

Patty

ITCHY ITCHY

- Patty

I AM MELTING OVER THIS VIDEO. AND OVER HIS VOCALS.

From now on, I am a certified Anoop Desai Fan forever.

Gosh LOOK at him sing. I get goosebumps and more. He moves like HEAVEN.*looonng sigh* I bow down before this Indian guy. I am in love with Anoop Desai. I don’t care if his Indian or if he messes up.

” Girl relax, let’s go slow” – yes Anoop, yes.

My Predictions:

If I hear him sing live, I’d either cry or drop dead due to heart failure.

He’ll get to TOP 12.

He’s going to pass ‘prerogative.’ haha

I’ll buy his first album. I’ll download every one of his songs and videos.

A concert in the Philippines by 2012. haha. (in Cebu?)

I’ll marry his voice. HAHAHAHA. ye.

GO PREROGATIVE!

dang. what is it with me and earth conservation messages? why do they always hit me? tsk.

The guy commented to have come from a Bill Gates meeting. The guy who came to audition in checkered polo, shorts and flipflops (not to mention hairy legs). And the guy who made Simon Cowell shockingly look up from his paper in the middle of his song.

Today’s ep gave me only a few seconds of Anoop dogg, thus a few seconds of Idol heaven. Good thing Danny J Gokey’s and Matt Giraud’s groups brought Kodak stage down; they brought me some temporary everlasting peace. haha.

Another satisfying thought: Katrina A.K.A Bikini Girl is OUT. Huh. So much for vanity and high heels. Too bad Rose, the hippie girl went with her. I kinda thought she was cute, and I liked her hippie spirit. I’m still watching Annamarie Boscovich and Joanna Paciti and that 16-yr old who composed her own song. These girls seriously have record-deserving voices [and looks] and NEED to stand out.

AND the ending clip today showed Anoop getting off key! NOOOO! I got my fingers crossed!

Christ please give Anoop a chance.

check out Anoop’s audition HERE.

…….

The fact made me… speechless. that’s less than whatever it’s less than! I’ve been through a lot in CIC, all those roller coaster rides: the ups, the downs, the upside downs. and God, no way, I’m graduating.  In a couple of months, I’ll be considered hmm what’s the word, old? MATURE? Jokes won’t be the same anymore. Laughs too. They’d be more constraint. And less corny. haha. We’ll be easier to judge, because not everyone exactly has moral.

WOW. College.

It feels like it’s such a big word. and a big world. unlike high school, where you recognize ever face that comes your way. This time, it’ll be like that Nescafe commercial where everyone’s alien.

whoa! the horror! good thing I still have at least 4 months to set that aside.

waaaaa. I can’t organize my thoughts! (noticed?)

STUFFS BELOW P500

• any Bestselling novel; The Kite Runner; Confessions of A Shopaholic
• Albums; Buhay by Rivermaya; Jason Mraz; Pretty. Odd. by Panic At The Disco; Rico Blanco; One of the Boys by Katy Perry; David Cook; It Won’t Be Soon Before Long by Maroon 5; Good Girl Gone Bad by Rihanna; Pink etcetc.
• Any jersey, my size
• Shirt/Blouse from Artwork, Diego, Oxygen whatever (please do not underestimate my size, I am not as small as you think – better big than small)
• a phone accessory, i lost my old one.
• hmm. your call.

EXPENSIVE, IMPOSSIBLY UNAFFORDABLE, IN-MY-DREAMS  STUFFS

• Chucks, Ecko Red, Pony, Skechers, etcetc footwear
• a replacement for my Dickies shades? :’(
• ACDC shirt? (Adam/Chu Dance Crew)
• Jabbawockeez shirt
• Canon Macro lens (any range as long as its a Macro)
• Esprit, Lacoste clothes
• Hava, Dupe, Ipanema flipflops
• Skull Candy, the grey one
• PS3 + Mirror’s Edge (hahahaha)
• that Nokia Supernove slide phone
• Maroperroo phone bag (the one that’s blue with white stripes on it)
• a pink Nano Chrome
• laptop
• drumset. haha
• Gibson Le’ Paul (to hell with the color)

I didn’t exactly know what I signed up for that Friday. All I knew was that it was some kind of seminar called “Pwede Pala Pinoy” and we had to go cos if we didn’t ‘the puzzle won’t be complete.’ (we were given this puzzle piece together with the invitation) We met up at school, there were almost 30 of us who went. And good Lord, when I passed by Sacred there were like lotsa lots of PNP people and government convoys accompanied by the “inoninoninonino” of police cars. And I knew I was in for something big. Sure enough, when we got in, paparazzis (as i’d like to call them media photographers, haha) were all over the place. And men their lenses were damn hot! My eyes would pop everytime I layed my eyes on their looong telephoto extensions. But anyway, I’m not talking about SLR’s here. haha. So we started with a mass presided by the Archdiocese of Batangas, whose name I forgot. (peace Father) Then after that the storytellers shared their experiences and how there still is hope for the Filipinos. Among them were PNP people Binag and Tucay, Alexander Lacson, author of 12 Little Things Every Filipino Can Do to Help Our Country, the Archbishop of Batangas like I said, Raddy and his family from Kalunan (i’m sot sure if that’s the place) and my favorite, the chubby guy in black Lacoste. My lola gave us Lacson’s book which I brought with me and was autographed, thanks to my not-so-shy schoolmates. We were soo jamming there, it surprised us. Then there was Betty’s speech which made us proud, and gave us nosebleeds of course. THEN the Kalingawan part where various Bizrock vocalists, band people and UC music people rocked the place by singing “Nasud Ko” (to those who saw the music video on MTV last night, lucky you cos i didn’t get to see it.) CIC people were rockin it too, jumping up and down, waving our hands, rapidly chanting “woo! woo! woo!” with the music, AND with Mr. Chubby Guy on the lead. hahaha. Some volunteers even joined us, haha. Ye they had this big blank tarpaulin taped to the floor where we could scribble anything we wanted. If you see it by chance, look for my name, and my footstep if its still visible. CIC’s scribbles too, if you could.

Haaaaaa. REAL FUN NIGHT. i wish there’d be another, somewhere.

- Patty ♥

PS. If you want to know more about this program, click here.

The time I started watching the movie he was discussing the Arctic Circle and how it could reduce to nothing. And gosh there was this polar bear part where the polar bear was swimming around looking for some place to go and find out that there was no more ice strong enough to hold him and that was when my heart started to sink. (so uber, but I really have a soft spot for animals) Then there’s Antartica, which has a peninsula somewhere NW. It was studied on, and scientists calculated that it could survive global warming in another hundred years. But they were utterly shocked when a big part of the 70 ft thick ice broke off in JUST 35 days. lol, scientists could be wrong sometimes. And there’s also this west part of Antartica which is as big as Greenland. And if this chunk melts, it could add 20 feet to the whole world’s sea level. So if both Greenland and that west part does, it’ll be 40 ft more for us to swim on (but no no, you’ll see). And that would drown a lot of New York, almost half of India, Beijing and Florida, then almost all of Netherlands which is a lowland, including, well, literally the whole country, our Philippines. They’d be nothing but part of the seabed. It’s like The Day After Tomorrow over again, difference is the water’s just not frozen. And that would mean a LOT of people losing their lives. China and India are among those most populated you know.

He also implied that a one degree change of temperature in the equator would cause twelve degrees more on the Arctic and Antarctic regions. Altough we’re not one of the leading contributors to global warming, any simple flaw would affect the whole world greatly. By the way, Al Gore was focusing on the US on his movie coz the US’s contributions to global warming is equal to all the leading contributors’ put together. Global warming also greatly affects the ecosystem. (Yeap, I’m talking Biology here when I know I didn’t learn much from it) Like there’s this tree, forgot what it’s called, which is attacked by a certain kind of insect during warm days. And since there are lesser cold days and more warm days, the trees get bombarded by the lucky bastards more often than not. Then there’s also the population. A graph says that we have matched the population growth of 10 centuries in just 2 decades. TWO, just two. I actually really want to hold up two fingers in everyone’s face right now, for emphasizing effects. haha. The 21st century is great in many ways, but definitely not this.

So yuhh, that’s pretty much the summary of what I’ve watched. Aaaannnddd, why wait? I suppose it is time to act now before any of those nightmares happen. Yup, they’re nightmares for me. We have our Green Team, clean-ups and trash segregation at school for a start. And I for sure reuse, reduce and recycle. When will you start to care?

P.S. anyone who wants to know more about the movie just click here.

PPS. i know, it’s so CHAR.

So I’m absent from school too. That’s two days now. Guess due to my ‘shortness of breath’ I won’t even make it through a flight of stairs without hyperventilating. And my coughs are soo earsplitting. And I couldn’t remain standing for a long time. I actually wanted to avoid the early formation, and a PE activity following that, and staying in an air conditioned room for an hour and a half after that. Gosh I AM SICK. I have to like take 3 medicines thrice a day. And one of them tastes really awful. That one’s the antibiotic, and it’s liquid. I got to take a tablespoonful. ugh. One looks cute though, it’s apple green in color and it’s really really tiny. And I can’t forget to take them coz if I do I’ll have to start the 7 days of medication all over again. and that’s gonna hurt my Mamad’s pocket. So I wrote “GAMOT” in the back of my hand using a pen marker to remind me. If I’m in school it’s gonna be “TAMBAL” or “MEDS”. hahaha. If I’m somewhere else, Ayala for instance, it’ll be “SERIOUSLY SICK”. Gosh I’m an idiot too.

It’s pretty boring here at home. I’ve been on the net since this morning supposedly “recovering” before the electricity went out. So I used the blackout time for some photography. Then the sun went out too so i got no lighting. I lied down on the swing and fell asleep for a while. My dog, Potato, licked me on my back so I had to wake up to dodge more icky doggie slobber. Great.