Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Making People Matter

I went to Ateneo today to help out in the Task Force Ondoy. I did a lot but not much compared to the other people. And I complained a lot. I'm sorry! I was there 10am-10.30pm. I'm really tired now. And, no, I'm not claiming that I worked all that time. A lot of time was spent on eating and sitting down doing nothing. haha

Anyhoo, we had dinner by 8pm and went back by 9pm. By 9pm, I was too tired to work. I had no energy left to do anything. I sat on the sidelines with a friend. I complained that I feel that I no longer matter. I can just graduate and nobody would bother to care. Nothing would change if I suddenly disappear. Everything would be normal. But, this post is not about that. She asked me if I made feel the people who matter to me that they matter?

No. I think I rarely show that I care. I'm too busy complaining about my life. I'm too everywhere to notice things. I'm too busy busying myself with things that don't really matter. I'm too boxed by what my notion of care or love is.

From today on, I'll try to make you feel that you matter to me.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Random Ish

1
I've had this drawer in my room that has failed to open since May/June. The key just doesn't work. I've been trying to open it since forever using all means possible. I was desperate to open it. I had nothing to do so I forced it open with a pair of scissors. I hacked the scissors in the keyhole like crazy. Then, I tried the key. It worked. Weeeeeee. I got it open.

Anyhoo, I saw my 2008 journal inside. What do I do when I see my journal? Read every freaking page and detail. So much memories in there.

Snippets:
"____ texted me in the middle of the night just to tell me that she misses me."
"Lonely-alone day. :|"
"I was so happy to see them. :D"
"RockBand Funnnnnnnnnnnn. I love the Freshmen. Though, I cut Philo, again. :|"
"1st sem finals week: I'm so depressed. Everyone is depressed."
"Somebody misses me. And the feeling is mutual."


I got myself depressed.

2
The typhoon is driving everyone crazy. Nope, our house wasn't flooded. Oddly, it was reported on the radio that houses in our subdivision are all flooded. Anyhoo, we didn't have cable and net by midday with sudden electricity fails in the afternoon.

Here's how it affected us:
My sister is stuck in a friends house.
Our house in Makati is flooded. The 1st floor is submerged apparently in flood water.
My other sister didn't go to school because Commonwealth was impassable.
My uncle is stuck in a bldg. in Pasig.
The flood inside my other uncle's house is supposedly 10 feet deep. And they stayed in the 2nd floor of the house despite our invitations early in the morning to stay at our home.

I hope you're all safe.

3
My theme song of the weekend: Simple Plan's Welcome to My Life

4.
I wanna help but my mom is not allowing me to go to Ateneo. Fart. And no classes til tomorrow. So frustrating.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Lazy

Waking up every morning has been such a chore. I hate waking up now. I don't want to go to school lately. I have been attending 1 class per day and most of the time they're not worth going to. For example, today, I went to class just to get the results of my Histo LT. That's it. I had nothing else planned for the day. But no, I still had to wake up early and go to school because she has an exemption policy. You forfeit your exemption if you cut more than 3 times. BV.

Also, there's just no reason to go to school. It's been so monotonous and I just want to end this sem just to see if the next one will be better. And I, certainly, need rest. C'mon mamon.

I just hope next sem will be better. I want more exciting sem. I don't want it difficult; I want it heavy and challenging. That sentence didn't sound like me. haha

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Love

Somebody asked if what I'd reply to this: "I love you."

I hesitated. I did not know what to say. I knew what I wanted to say. I knew how to say but I just couldn't. I didn't know if it was a sign. I didn't know it was a hint. Probably not.

It was just a really weird question and it caught me by surprise.

Yes, I do love a lot of people (not romantically.) I have some much love to give but I find it awkward to say "I love you." I never grew up saying that. I show it, not say it.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Academic Update

I'm freaking scared of my Theo grade. Yeah, I failed the Midterm Orals and I failed two of 3 quizzes. The Midterms is worth 20% of my final mark and the quizzes are worth 30%. Oh no. God, make a way please for me to pass.

Aside from that, I'm doing okay with the other classes. I'll probably get B/ B+'s for my Eco electives (if the theory is correct that Beja really loves me HAHA.)I'll likely get a C+ for Philo (I know, it's a sad turn of events esp after Pasco.) Then, for Histo, at least a B is fine with me. And a B+ for Polsci, hopefully (really depends on our final paper.)

So, point is: I'm doing okay except for Theo and I am not exerting any effort to make things better. HELP.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Good Mornings

I'm not a morning person but lately I've been having good mornings. I am not as moody as usual. I wake up not feeling like shit. I don't take too long as before to get ready for school. I eat breakfast now. I still don't talk though but I do not snub people anymore (in the morning haha). It's really weird coz I'm not even getting enough sleep and yet my mornings are better.

It must be the weather. Heck, I've been blogging in the morning.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Good Times

Something about last night reminded me of the good times. It made me extremely happy.

I just remember how fun it was. I remember all of the things that we would do. I remember the long conversations over nothing. I remember the long laughs at the most stupid of things. I remember meals that would last for hours. I remember the games we played. I remember the long ym (sometimes even thru SMS) over things I'd rather keep private. I remember when we were still getting to know each other.

It was a simple (relative to now) time but it was certainly fun.

Will we ever go back to these times?