Kapatiran 2013

Presenting: 4A1 and 1A1 of the Assumption College 2013!!!! (applause) 

I must say that this year's Kapatiran week is extra special, mainly because we are part of it for being the seniors of our school (HAHA). Every year, each senior will choose a freshman to bond with and get to know for the span of 1 week. On the last day there will be a pinning ceremony where the seniors will hand over their AC pins to the freshmen as a sign of welcoming them in the Assumption community. 

Today, 4A1(us) prepared lunch for our babies and we had a little program for them. Since the theme of Kapatiran is sisterhood, PINOY HENYO became the game of the day. Prizes were gift certificates from Star Bucks, Serenitea and this other store that I can no longer remember. ahahah! 

After all the eating and the games the program ended with speeches from the seniors and then the freshmen. Nakakataba ng puso :') The freshmen reminded me of how I entered Assumption and all the hardships I encountered during my stay. From entering first year with my mother also entering the hospital for her first chemotherapy, the contests I joined, the friends I made, all the fights we've been through, lahat ng iakan, tawanan, kulitan, everything just came rushing in...sobrang heartwarming :') 

I hope that every single one of those freshmen will be able to remember this day and the following days to come. They have so much in store for them. 

Happy Kapatiran ladies! :) 

KIDS

I don't like kids. I can't relate with them, they are incredibly rowdy, they poop and urinate everywhere they please, they shout when they do not get what they want, hit you in the face if they want to. I'm just a living bomb when I'm around them. 

Having to take care of a child is a lot of work. It really needs your full attention, it tests your patience and is exhausting physically, emotionally and psychologically. 

After Izzrie was born it took me a while to adjust to a new life of being an aunt. I looked at my brother and my sister-in-law and how they struggle to take care of her. Babies are helpless. You just have to do everything for them and yet despite the struggle, there is that fulfillment that lingers inside your heart as if anytime it might explode. 

I came to love children, especially babies because of my niece. Their innocence is overwhelming that I can't help but feel all lovey dovey and warm inside. They will come to love and trust you without hesitation, without any doubt. If you get pissed, they just look at you without holding any grudges. They get confused for a while but they easily let their guards down. They are angels. 

Tomorrow morning, if the weather will permit us, my barkada and I will go to Jubilee Learning Center in Mandaluyong and pass our forms for us to be selected as several of their interns. Too be honest, I was not so excited at first because I wanted to go to an environmental NGO instead, but after researching and seeing a clip online, I realized that those kids need us. Hopefully I'll be able to record my stay in JLC. I shall be posting my experiences here. May God help us to have patience and understanding as well as to really help those children and not take into account the needs of our own.

The Bucket List

Sing in front of an audience

Learn to sketch

Learn to paint

Learn to play the guitar

Learn to play the cello

Learn taekwondo

Design clothes and make them

Own a clothing business

Graduate College

Take up Masters Degree in Communication

Learn a different language besides English

Debate in front of people

Learn how to cook (as in yung masarap)

Compete in sports (badminton)

Speech competition

Writing competition

Get out of the country

Live on my own

Own a car

Fall in love

Have a relationship with a foreigner (an Australian in particular or European)

Donate a big amount of money to a charity

Work for an advertising company

Art in general

          I have heard a lot of people critique art as it is, only seeing the surface and not going deeper into what it truly means. I believe that every art that a person does is beautiful whether it be through photography, painting, drawing, writing etc. It is art. Therefore, it can never be ugly. It may be irrelevant to some, but then, relevance depends on what the person's situation may be or his/her capacity to imagine and dwell into things.  There are people who see things objectively and those people will never get it. It is just what it is. Nothing more. For them art is simply a drawing, a photograph, words, sentences; But then for some it is their voice that cannot be mounted, their way to travel without leaving their homes, their cries on how they enjoy life or simply, their masterpiece. Art is art, and I think every person has the right to express.

If you hear a voice within you say 'you cannot paint,' then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.
Vincent Van Gogh 

June 19 2013: Wash Day.

Basagan ng outfits :)) How I wish we could stay this carefree forever and ever. ahahaha!

First Day of Our Last

I never thought this day would come so fast. Parang thunderbolt lang ang peg. hahaha! It suddenly dawned on me that today is our first day that is also our last or to make the primary sentence short: our last first day. This is our last year of being THE A1 of Assumption College.

Its as if everything just passed by like the wind. How in first year, we "bullied" our blockmate making her transfer into another school (of course, this has a logical explanation that the bulli (if there is such a term) would be offended if I go into detail, so I won't).

In second year stuff happened that made me realize who my true friends are which you will see down below. This was the year where we were all shocked to have found out that one of our blockmate was not being honest about her identity. She just disappeared, leaving us all wondering who she truly is and if any of the bonds that we shared were real. We know that she is a good person, who just made the wrong choices, like how we do sometimes. This issue still does not have closure and so we did not have any choice but to just move on.

In third year, PANA of course, which is pretty much the highlight of that year because not only did it question our abilities but also tested our friendships; our mentor/professor who betrayed us; and of course the paper that we all just want to forget and bury into the realm of existence that is our THESIS!!!!!!!

and now our senior year. Here we are. The last chapter (hopefully) of our College Life. I can't help but be all sentimental. ahaha!

I'm really just happy to be spending the last year with these fellas. I hope we make one hell of a year.
 Rock and Roll bitches! :))

Oh and... HAPPY BIRTHDAY WIENNA!!!!!!!!!!!! :D
 

At long last

My friend Sharlyn and I have been in the same barkada since 6th grade. She's one of the people in my life that I can pretty much talk about anything under the sun. May it be about family, friends and even about Religion. Sometimes we find ourselves debating about certain topics but at the end of the day, we end up respecting each other's views and considering each other's opinions. No judgments, no hard feelings. Just plain talking.

I must say that college separated me from her and from my other barakadas but despite it all, when we see each other, the time and the distance seem no longer an issue. There was never an awkward moment. I'm writing this blog because of my appreciation of having a friend like her. Someone who understands me wholly and would not judge whatever it is that comes out of my mouth. If so, she tells me :)) There is that RESPECT that we earned from one another. Seeing her this afternoon was one of the highlights of this week. 8 years of friendship. A strong, independent woman with a huge heart. She has seen me at my very worst and helped me go through with it. No friendship is perfect, but this one is close to it. Thank you very much for a day well spent :) God bless you Sharlyn.