- You can pay for stuff now on your own. Gone are the days when you have to ask your parents for money if you something eye catching in the mall. You no longer have to walk into a store with your mom or dad right behind you. You no longer have to ask permission if you can buy the same bag in a different color or 5 pairs of bikinis or a dress that you most probably will never wear because you get to buy whatever you want now. There’s something fulfilling when you reach this stage in life. It’s even more fulfilling if you get to buy your mom the Hermes bag she always wanted but never could buy it because she’s paying for your and sibling’s tuition. (Someday, Ma!)
- Grandparent Mode ON. When you were in high school, you’d sleep at 4am and wake up at 7am, and you’d still have all the energy in the world. When you were in college, you were the life of the party. You’d hop from one club to the next and still make it in time for your exam 5 hours later. Now, you can’t even stay up to watch the Late Show with David Letterman (or maybe you can. Good for you.) You think that 10pm is too late and you have to get up at 8am just because.
- Your problems evolved. Remember when your problems revolved about not submitting a paper on time or not being able to find something to wear to your friends birthday party? Those were the days, huh? Speaking as a newly grad, my problems evolved into not being able to find a decent job, not being able to know what to do with my life from now on. Yeeaaah this part of growing up isn’t too fun.
- You start putting up a mini gym in your house. You’d look at old pictures of you and ask yourself “What the hell happened?!” You start doing anything you can to get your old swim team body back. You start wishing that you should’ve done it sooner.
- You start thinking about moving in. If you’re in a long-ish relationship, the next thing to do so that you guys don’t miss each other every second of the day is to finally decide to live together. You start scouting the possible places where you two could buy a condo and start thinking about how you two would live together. “If only it were normal to move out after grad and, we could live together.” If only it were, Love.
I’m turning 20 in about a month, and I thought that I would do this just for kicks. It’s a less-pressure version of the “Things I will do before I die” thing because this time, rather than hoping to do a ton of crazy things, I will enjoy reflecting on the number of fun and crazy things I’ve already done.
1. I traveled alone for the first time to London. I applied for an internship at the Philippine Department of Tourism in London 2 years ago, and I got the job. I shared the experience with one of my closest friends, Trisha!
2. I went to the top of the Eiffel Tower. That was the dream, and I’m glad I got to go with my friends!
3. I fell in love with SFO and NY.
4. I got to be on two places at once. We were on a bridge between Strasbourg, France and Kehl, Germany. We just looked for the center of the bridge and did the whole A Walk to Remember thing.
5. I, along with a number of my friends, decided to go to Tagaytay, an area outside Manila, at 3am while we were all tipsy because we wanted some Bulalo. However, when my friends were eating, I wanted to stay in the car and sleep. I had a dance competition that same day, and I needed all the energy I could get. I woke up, though, just in time to see the sunrise!
6. I won a search-for-the-Girl’s Scout-‘muse’ (i cannot think of a better term) thing when I was in the 4th grade. HAHA.
7. I became president of an organization at my school. Mixing work with dance – best combination ever.
8. I got to meet the 15th President of the Philippines, Benigno Aquino III.
9. I helped fellow Filipinos who were harshly affected by The Habagat and Ondoy, two natural disasters that damaged our country greatly.
10. I went bowling for the first time ever in my life.
11. I rode on a camel.
12. When I was in high school, I only studied 2 hours before a speech exam, and got the highest score in class. (More YOLO moments like that in college. ;] )
13. I joined my first ever Dance Sport Competition : )
14. I learned how to speak French and Spanish.
15. I attended a Maroon 5 Concert!!
16. I went to the Harry Potter Studio in Leavesden Studio. I went there by myself, and fan girled like there was no tomorrow.
17. I taught myself how to play the guitar.
18. I studied in one of the best universities in the country, the Ateneo de Manila University and finally, after four years of mixture of YOLO-ing and serious moments, I got my degree.
19. I trained in ballet, hip-hop, hula dancing, belly dancing, and latin ballroom.
20. Rode on a roller coaster. This is a legit accomplishment for me because I am afraid of heights.
I lived for 2 decades already! That’s a loooooong time. I cannot wait for whatever life has to throw at me. I cannot wait to go on more adventures and collect more memories. All I can say is, “Come at me, bro”.
1. She’s a dreamer. Now I know a lot of people are dreamers, but Larrisa’s different. She comes up with ideas and dreams one after the other. If she isn’t able to reach one, she doesn’t give up. She finds a way around it. Nothing can pull her down. She lives her life well.
2. She laughs at the simplest things. and I mean the SIMPLEST things. “Easy, Breezy, Beautiful…Hover Squirrel” Yup, that makes her laugh.
3. She’s an only child. Some only child people are stereotyped as snobby, spoiled and introverted. This girl is the total opposite. I think the fact that she’s an only child made her more sociable and loud. She doesn’t brag about the stuff she owns.
4. She loves dogs and doesn’t like cats. High five!
5. She’s a basketball freak! She knows all the terms, rules, fouls, players’ names, coaches’ names, team names, team colors, EVERYTHING. She can be a coach or something. She can’t play to save her life though.
6. She eats anything and everything in her path and still manages to keep a fiiiiine figure. People hate her for that, myself included.
7. She’s a student at the School of Fashion and Arts here in the Philippines. She has that hipster creative thing going on. (HAHA. I don’t know what I just said.)
8. She drinks like that one uncle we all have who gets drunk during family reunions. But, the main difference is, she’s fabulous and your uncle isn’t.
9. She knows how to actually use an SLR. She knows what aperture, ISO, and shutter speed mean. She’s not some random rich kid who bought an overpriced camera just for kicks. She knows how to use the damn thing!
10. She likes horror movies. Yup, that’s right… She’s no wuss like you.
11. She’s doesn’t let the haters get to her. She just finds a way to make them feel that their lives are more pathetic than ever.
12. She’s a California girl. Play Katy Perry’s song now.
13. She’s 5 foot tall, and yet, she fights like a bouncer in a club. If you’re her friend, she’s got your back.
14. She has an inner gangsta thing going on. She knows all the rap singers, rap songs, ghetto language and the like.
15. She loves to read. Everyone loves a girl who reads.
16. Although she’s a girly girl now, she can get down and dirty too!
17. You can have a conversation with her that’ll last for hours!! You can talk about anything under the sun, literally. There’s never a dull moment with this one.
This is for you, homie. Belated happy happy birthday! I hope that your life will forever be filled with color and adventure. Thank you for always listening to what I have to say, for always cheering me, for feeding me, for understanding my laziness…thank you literally for everything. I’m so glad I got to know you and got to be close to you, even though up until to this day, we don’t know how that happened. HAHA. I miss you! I can’t wait to see you next week! I love you to the moon and back!
This post is dedicated to my friends and every moment I spend with them. I haven’t had time to blog since last week because I’ve just been so busy! Allow me to walk you through what happened for the first part of last week! 🙂
We had our practice for graduation. I was really looking forward to it because I was going to see my friends again 🙂 It was just to early though! I wasn’t used to waking up at 6 in the morning. HAHA (excuse me for being a couch potato) We ended at around 11am with our tummies grumbling and sweat dripping down our faces. After the grad practice, I had lunch with my blockmates at Kenny Roger’s. I was so hungry, I ate a lot again compared to my friends! Oops! After that, I brought Mima and her brother, Johann, to the University of the Philippines because Johann had to audition for the UP College of Music. I dropped them off first and had to submit some UP Law stuff for my brother (In case you didn’t know, he passed Law School! :D). After that, I went back to where Mima and Johann were. The strings section were auditioning that time. Johann was going to play the classical guitar, and it was so nice listening to the people play. It was like a lullaby; I didn’t want to leave. HAHA. Eventually, I had to because I had to get ready for my dance teacher’s birthday celebration at the dance studio. It was a really fine way to cap off the night. I was dancing for the heck of it, without having to worry about people watching or stress at school or at home. I was just dancing for fun. Here are some pictures documenting my day! 🙂
Taken during our graduation practice! The stage looked so pretty during the grad day itself! 🙂
With the new ADSC boys. Thank you for your enthusiasm. I hope that you guys won’t quit! When I visit, I hope you guys will be dancing circles around me! HAHA
Here’s a picture of Dance Instructors dancing to KPop Music…
….and here are a few ADSC members trying to copy them. HAHA
SLEEPOVER WITH G1! That was what happend last Tuesday. HAHA We agreed that we would meet at 11am, but most of the people arrived at 6pm. (Boo, you whores! haha) Nevertheless, it was fun and all we did was laugh, eat, quote Pitch Perfect, cry (A LITTLE!!!), and just talk. Oh, and it was Gruta’s first sleepover ever IN HER ENTIRE LIFE. I’m so glad that she was able to finally sleepover! Here are pictures from the awesome night!
Because we arrived a little passed 11am (as what was agreed upon! haha), my blockmates had time to finish up their dedications for the rest of the block.
We watched Pitch Perfect because no sleepover now would be complete without it. We watched it while waiting for other people to arrive.
After the movie, the girls and I got hungry and decided to walk to one of the restaurants nearby. It took us longer than expected because some of them had to scream and run around whenever they saw a cockroach. HAHA.
After dinner, we walked back home and surprised 3 of our blockmates with cupcakes! 🙂 They graduated with honors and we are all so proud of them! (LtoR: Karen, our Magna Cum Laude and Program Awardee, Lanz (not in picture so we had to use his grad pic instead), honorable mention, and Mikee, honorable mention)
We then went into more serious things when we started to talk about life, family, friends, school, and love.
Thank you for the past four years, girls + Lanz. No goodbyes, only, “See you soon!”
SENIOR SEND-OFF! My Uni has this tradition to send off the graduating seniors. They call in the Blue Roast (Roast because they had to roast a calf or two to feed us! lol) It was one of the best nights of my life, I swear! I spent it with the people that I love, and I couldn’t ask for anything more. I felt that our sisterhood and friendship with other people become stronger and I know that it’ll last a lifetime. We ate, laughed, cried (this time, A LOT!!!), sang, and just enjoyed the night. We were given blue roses to give to whoever meant to most to us, the person who was a true friend, the person who became more than a friend…the list is endless Again, here are some pictures!
To the person I gave my Blue Rose to, thank you for the past year 🙂 Also, thank you for slow dancing with me. That my first time to slow dance EVER, and I’m glad that I shared the experience with you!
2009, we only had 3 guys in the block. Two guys left the next year and the one who stayed turned out to be gay. 3 years later, we welcomed our arms to the best guys you will ever meet. They are protective, funny and are under our control. (semi chos) HAHA
I gave another rose to this cutie! He came out of the closet during our sophomore year. I still remember the night when he messaged first 7 people from the block. I was lost for words, and I wasn’t able to sleep. Nonetheless, we accepted him whole heartedly. I gave my rose to Lanz because he is our dakilang boyfriend. haha He was all our boyfriend before some of us found real ones. HAHA. He cared for each of us and always wanted the best for us. Thank you, Lanz. I love you so much!
To the crazy, weird, sabaw moments we shared….
… to opening ourselves up to love and to sharing every kilig moment …
… to finally having the courage to admit to the people that we love …
… to finally closing old wounds …
… and to celebrating friendship (friendship nga lang ba? :> haha)..Never have I felt that alive. I only do when I’m with you guys! I hope to see you guys in the big leagues. I wish that you will choose your happiness first. I don’t want you guys living miserable lives! hihi I’m so excited to see what life has in store for us. I can’t wait until our paths will cross again. I love each and everyone of you…to infinity and beyond!
As I have said, this post is dedicated to them: ADSC, G1, and FoG1s. Thank you for making my stay in the Ateneo more bearable. I cannot wait to see you guys again. I miss you guys already!!!
See you soon! 😉
P.S. Pics and whatever about graduation on a different post! hihi
I wrote Cancer Update 3.0 5 days ago (March 12, 2013). I told you guys that we couldn’t do anything anymore and that we just had to wait for my uncle to leave us when its time. A lot has happened then.
**This will be a long post because I will try to be as detailed as possible.
March 13, 2013
We visited my uncle just as we usually do. He was transfered out of the ICU and placed in his own private room. All my family members from my dad’s side were there except my uncle’s kids because they still had work. We were all there talking and just enjoying our time together with my uncle near us. Little by little, everyone started going home, saying their goodbyes. My dad, mom, siblings, together with two of my aunts and a cousin and I decided to go out for dinner. My uncle’s son was assigned to stay in the hospital for that night. We left at around 10pm. My dad told my brother that they would go back to the hospital at around 11pm to give a pulse/oxygen intake reader for my uncle to use instead of the ECG reader.
At 11pm, we were finished with dinner, and we went our separate ways. My dad and brother dropped me, my mom and sister at home, got the pulse/oxygen level reader and drove back to the hospital. At 11:30pm, they were back home and everything was normal.
Things went downhill from 12:15mn, March 14, 2013.
March 14, 2013
12:15a.m. – My dad was sleeping, I was playing with my younger sister, and my brother just walked into my parents room, and my mom was checking if my sister’s homework was correct. All of a sudden, my mom got a call from my cousin, Jean (my uncle’s daughter), that my uncle went under cardiac arrest. I remember looking at my sister and we both had a what-do-we-do expression. My dad was getting dressed, my brother was ready to leave, my mom was getting her purse and I decided to go with them too. My sister had to stay at home because she had to go to school in the morning.
12:30a.m. – We arrived at the hospital. My dad didn’t even get to turn off the engines yet when my brother and I opened the doors immediately and ran to my uncle’s room as fast as possible. We passed by the ER Room, the cashier, the hallways – we passed by so many people looking at us in despair because they knew that something has happened to whoever we were running to in the hospital at 12:30 in the morning. I reached the private rooms first, and I saw my cousin, Mark (my uncle’s son), almost in tears right outside my uncle’s room. I gave him a big hug, and he left because he was trying to contact his sister. I looked into the room and all I saw were these people with white coats. Honestly, I thought he was gone because they were just standing there. I couldn’t go in because I didn’t want to see him yet. My mom arrived and went in. She talked with the doctors and nurses. My dad showed up next. He told me and my brother to comfort Kuya Mark because at this point, he was already crying hysterically. He thought the same thing I did.
12:40a.m – I hear the clacking of slippers against the hospital floor, and I knew immediately that Ate Jean was rushing to see her dad. My brother, Kuya Mark and I ran to her. Ate Jean stopped at the doorway and froze immediately. Kuya Mark hugged her because she was just hard like a statue. She might’ve thought the same thing I did. My uncle’s wife arrived a few minutes after Ate Jean did. She couldn’t believe her eyes either. She screamed a deafening scream because she thought, like I and my cousins did, that the love of her life was gone.
12:45a.m – My mother informed my uncle’s immediate family that the doctors were able to revive him. I was trying to calm my cousins down while my dad and brother were seated right outside the room. All the doctors were filing out of the room, and it was our turn to get a good look at him. There was blood everywhere, and he looked more helpless than ever. I never really liked to look at my uncle like that. One, because I didn’t want to see him all lifeless and stuff and two, he looked so much like my dad I just didn’t want my dad to be ever in that position.
1:00am – My uncle’s immediate family were talking to him. They were saying their goodbyes and that they would love him forever. One of my aunt’s arrived too (Tita Emmy). At this point, we were just sitting inside the room (Except for my dad, he always stayed outside. I think he didn’t want me or anyone else to see him cry. Also, he didn’t want to see his brother that way) staring at each other, staring at nothing. The doctors gave my uncle medicine to help his heart continue working, and they also attached a machine ventilator to help him breath. The only thing you could here in the room were sobbing, the beeps from the ECG machine, and the sound of the machine ventilator. It was eerily unpleasant. My family made a decision that if ever her were to have a heart attack again or if the medicines ran out, that the doctors were to not revive him anymore. Basically, we just bought 12hours more with my uncle. That was the most important 12 hours of my life.
2:00a.m. – Everyone decided to sleepover at the hospital, except my dad. We told him to rest at home. We rented another room for us to sleep in. I don’t think anyone could really sleep at the time. I tried, but an hour later, I walked back to my uncle’s room.
3:00 – 7:30a.m. – I found out that the cardinals elected a new pope. We decided to watch the happenings in Rome. We told my uncle we had a new pope and what was going on in Rome. I kept holding his hand the whole time. At around 4am, we found out who the pope was, and my mom told me to get some sleep while she and Tita Emmy will stay in my uncle’s room to keep watch. I was only able to get some sleep at around 5:30am.
7:30a.m – My mom woke me up and told me that my uncle’s medicines were almost finished. I immediately got up, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and walked sleepily to my uncle’s room.
8:00a.m. – My uncle’s medicines were completely finished. I braced myself because I thought that once the medicines were gone, he would start to get weak. Apparently, the medicines stayed in his system for 5 more hours. My uncle’s immediate family started to cry again so everyone started to cry too. Ate Jean called her son on the phone. She wanted him to talk to his grandpa. Her son knew that his grandpa was very sick. This was what he told my uncle: “Goodbye, grandpa. I’ll miss you. You’re an angel now. Watch over me and Rian (his sister). I love you very much.” When I heard that, I tried so hard to hold back my tears. At least Gabby was able to know his grandpa.
9:00a.m – 12:30p.m. – That was the longest wait of my life. We kept talking to my uncle, holding his hand…we just made him feel that his family was there for him, fighting with him. There wasn’t much that we could do but wait. My dad was always outside the room. I went out occasionally just to check up on him. I knew he was hurting so much inside. Ate Jean’s husband arrived and informed us that he brought the kids with him. They were inside the car with their maids. My brother and I wanted to say hi to them so the three of us (me, my brother and Kuya Riel) walked to the parking lot. I was so happy to see their bright faces smiling up at us. We stayed in the parking lot for 10 minutes. We went back to my uncle’s room at 12:30p.m.
12:30p.m.- 1:05p.m. – “His heart rate dropped to 35.” The smile from when I saw my niece and nephew immediately disappeared. At the same time, my uncle’s eldest daughter, Ate Farrah, just arrived from Lingayen (about a 2 hour drive to our city). We all knew that it was close. I kept watching his heart graph on the ECG machine. It stayed on 35 for a while. I’d like to believe that he waited for his eldest daughter to arrive before he said goodbye. A couple minutes later, his HR went up to 50, dropped to 35, went up to 40, dropped to 35, dropped to 27, then 23, then, 19, then —–.
1:05p.m – I saw how slowly the color in him was fading away. I saw how slowly the life in him was disappearing. That was the first time had someone pass away right before my eyes. I decided to leave the room with one of my cousins, and accompany my dad outside. My cousin and I were both crying and my dad was being strong for all of us. My dad told us to pick ourselves up because we had to be strong too for the family. We had to help out in any way that we can. I did that immediately.
I entered the room and heard the eery long beep in the room signifying that a life has ended. The doctors were removing the medicines and tubes attached to his nose and throat. All my family members left the room one by one and moved on to the other room that we rented to understand what just happened. I stayed in my uncle’s room to help pack up his stuff and everyone else’s things.
The hospital people cleaned my uncle up, wrapped him up like a mummy and brought him down to the ground floor because they were to bring him immediately to the funeral parlor.
And just like that, my uncle was gone. It didn’t even feel as if we waited for almost 24 hours. It felt much much shorter than that. Tita Emmy told my mom that my brother broke down in the room that we rented. He said that all the brothers of my dad here in the Philippines are gone now and he couldn’t help but think that our dad could be gone anytime too. I try to avoid the thought of my dad, mom or anyone else dying because I always think of my little sister and how she will handle things.
We were all at the funeral parlor at around 4p.m. My mom and I were the one’s choosing the coffin. After that was finished, my mom and I decided to go see my uncle being embalmed. Now, before you all go WTF YOU WANTED TO SEE YOUR UNCLE BE EMBALMED YOU ARE ONE SICK MOTHERFCKER, I am not scared about that sort of stuff. I actually think its very interesting.
My family decided to go home and shower because we stayed overnight in the hospital with barely any sleep and were still wearing the same clothes the night before. After my mom and I cleaned up, we, plus my dad headed back to the funeral parlor. My brother passed out on his bed. He was too tired.
Up until today, images of my uncle on his hospital bed randomly pop up in my head. I am still very sad that he is gone. I always think about how my dad is doing. Tito Billy was the last brother he had here in the Philippines. All of their other siblings are in the US. My dad will have to act as sort of a dad to my everyone here now. At least three of his siblings will be flying from the States to visit. I hope that’ll liven up his mood. xxx
Rest in Peace, Tito Billy. At least now you are no longer suffering, no longer worrying, and you are now at peace with Lola, Lola, Tito Ocay, Tito Bing and Tito Pat.
Thank you to, you, who made it to the end of this post! 😀 May your live your life to the fullest. Take care.
If you guys read my previous posts, you’d know that I competed last Saturday. It was my first ever dance sport competition, and I had a blast! Although, it wasn’t a big of a competition as I’d expected it to be, it was still an amazing experience. Here are a few pictures of and my amazing partner, Jan 🙂
We won 2nd out of……..3. LOL There were supposed to be 5 couples dancing for the event we joined but 1 couple didn’t show up and the partner of the other couple didn’t make it in time. My friend said at least we were still able to beat someone, so that’s good. I think. Whatever, it is! HAHA Thank you to the UP Dance Sport Society for the invitation and more power to you guys in the future!
After we got our award, I went to another venue where there was another dance sport competition. Other Ateneo Dance Sport Club members were there competing. The competition was 3 hours late! All the club members were already cranky. I felt bad for them. I got there are around 4pm and they still weren’t able to dance. The competition was suppose to finish at 4. hah.
I had to leave at 5pm because I had to be at Savannah Moon Dance Studio by 6pm to host the PE Finals. I didn’t even know what I was doing while hosting. HAHA. Nevertheless, I was still able to pull it off.
The PE finals was more of like a performance night than anything really. Here are a few pictures!
That’s my Dance Coach, Belinda Adora, doing her thaaaang. I remember watching her segment on National Geographic Channel where they did a show about Ballroom Dancing in Asia. I wished that I could get to just at least meet her someday. Now, I’m her student, and I feel very fortunate to be guided by her.
Here’s the Club…well some of them! They’re the same people who competed! They just had to rush from the competition place to Savannah Moon! STRESS! They’re mostly beginners, and I am so proud that they were able to pull the dance off! Even Ma’am Bel was proud of them. I hope to see the same faces whenever I visit the school!
These are Belinda Adora’s Step Kids! They are A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. You can watch their videos on youtube! (just type Belinda Adora’s Step Kids) You’ll see just how good they are! They’ve been dancing for about 5 1/2 years now.
Well, there you have it, my saturday dedicated to dance! That was one of the best days of my life 🙂 That was also my last day with the Club, and I’d have to say even though they were a handful, I am still very happy that I got to meet each and everyone of them. Good luck next school year, guys! I’m sure you guys will do great 🙂
I don’t know when I’ll be dancing again. My coach asked me if she could just take me in and continue to train me for more Latin Ballroom chaos. That sounds very tempting, but we’ll have to see what else is out there for me.
Til the next entry,
As I’ve promised, I will be blogging more now because I have all the time in the world!
This week has been stressful for me, physically. I’ll be joining a Dance Sport Competition this Saturday hosted by the UP Dance Sport Society. (Few weeks back, it was me and my lovely team who organized a Dance Sport competition at Meralco Sports Center. Now, I get to compete!) Me competing was an accident, really. I was just supposed to watch other club members do their routines and correct them when necessary. It was only until Jessie said she couldn’t compete at the UP competition because she had class. Thus, I had to take her place.
I’ve never competed in my 2 1/2 years of dancing latin ballroom. This is a new thing for me and I am scared shitless. The only time my partner and I really got to practice was just last Monday, the 4th (HAHA and the competition is on the 9th) because I was busy during my finals week. So, we’ve been rehearsing just 2 routines for hours a day. You would think that it’s easy. “Oh, just 2 routines and 1 minute 30 seconds each? That’s a piece of cake!” Well, you are extremely mistaken. I am sore all over. I totally need a massage after this week!
Aside from the competition on Saturday, its the Dance Sport PE’s Finals Night/ Culminating Night. Since I’ll be graduating already, its time for the rest of the club to handle logistics of it all. I just have to check up on them and make sure that they’ve got everything covered! The rest of the club will be dancing a Samba Routine as an intermission number for the Night! They’ll be dancing to Show Me How You Burlesque by Christina Aguilera. It pains me a little (okay….fine…. maybe a lot) inside that I won’t be able to dance with them for one last time. I get to sit this one out and watch them take over. My term as their president will officially be over on Saturday and I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH THAT. I just don’t want to leave them just yet.
I just would like to say that I am so happy that there are more boys in the club now. Dance Sport isn’t really seen as a manly thing (as other dance genres out there). Despite that, Enzo, a member of the club, managed to recruit a bunch of guys! And what’s even better is they’re all really trying their best to learn the routines and steps even if they’re having a hard time. They’re the type of guys you wouldn’t think would ever join dance. PERIOD. They’re such a joy to watch! HAHA. There are a number of girls as well who joined, and I’m very glad that little by little they are becoming more confident within their own bodies and also, showing me that they are doing their best to learn the dances even if, again, they are quite difficult to do. My wish is just that those people who joined will continue on dancing. I hope that I’ll still see those guys and girls next semester when I visit.
Tomorrow, or actually later, I have rehearsals again from 430pm-730pm. YEEEEY. I have no idea why I’m still up at 4 in the morning. I have to wake up early later too because I’m going on a breakfast/lunch/movie date with the boyfriend. I better try to at least get some sleep.
Wish me luck on Saturday! 🙂 pretty please? I’m gonna need it. HAHA
Til the next entry,
xoxo Samantha Jean
Last week was just not my week
At the start of this week, I just told myself that this had to be good one. If I had two bad weeks in a row, I’d just lose it. Luckily, I got what I asked for 🙂
Do you any of you know ‘the secret’? Its when you really want something, you just believe that its going to happen or its going to come to you if you just keep thinking that it will. This week was like that for me. Now, I don’t really believe that it was ‘the secret’ what made my week a good one. I do, however, think that it was simply just how I looked at things.
Its funny how something simple can actually change so much in your own little world. This week was like I was living so featherlike that I felt very lax and at the same time aware of my responsibilities for school. I liked the feeling a lot!
Its all about perspective. If you want to change something, you can’t depend on the other factors around you. It has to come from you 😉
I’m going to remember that in the future!
I’ve been rattling my brain for the past days trying to think of something to write about. I’m just really glad that it’s another start to a new month. I felt September dragged on for forever. Allow me to highlight the best things that has happened in the past weeks:
September 15, 2012 – Dissa’s 21st Birthday
I don’t know if we’re just really lazy or we’re starting to outgrow the party scene (just for the mean time!), but we just have fun anywhere now! Dissa invited us to her home and we ate really yummy food (thanks to her cousin!), played and drank the night away. We also shared stories, stuff that has been going on with our lives, etc.
It’s one of those nights where you wish time would just stop, and you’d just soak in everything that’s happening around you.
September 21, 2012 – FoG1 Party
Now, not many people understand the term FoG1. It is an acronym for ‘Friend of G1’ (If you have been out of the loop, G1 is my block in college). It is quite an honor to be dubbed as such (Well, we like to think we’re special!) On that evening, it was the first time for all our FoG1’s to meet and also for other G1 members to meet the other FoG1s.
We had the party at a McDonald’s in front of our school, and our party theme was ‘Toy Story’. It was one of the best nights of my life because it was one of those special moments where no f*ucks were given. We just wanted to let our hair down and enjoy each others company.
September 28, 2012 – Perks of Being a Wallflower
I’ve read the book, and I’ve got to say I love it. Everyone was chewing their fingers off in anticipation for the movie. I mean, come on – Emma Watson AND Logan Lerman in one movie!!! That is just something difficult to comprehend. Although, my night was semi-ruined by this person who is now dead to me, I felt very lucky to have my friends listen to me and confort me when I was stressing out. (By the way, girls, I don’t think I ever got to say thank you to all of you. Thank you so much.)
The movie left me speechless. All I could think about was my life right now with my friends and how we could move mountains together if we wanted to. We are each others rocks, and I couldn’t help but think for a second what my life is going to be without G1……UNICORNS! I’m sorry. I had to distract you and myself. I just don’t want to think about that now. I may sound stupid, but the movie did make me feel infinite.
(I downloaded the soundtrack yesterday. You guys should to!)
September 28, 2012 – Love
After the movie, two of my closest friends finally became an item. I would say we were all high because we all looked stupid with huge smiles on our faces, but we didn’t care. We were just happy for our friends who finally found each other.
Goodbye, September. Hello, October.
Here’s wishing to better memories with the people I love the most. Also wishing that I don’t fail any of my subjects!
Til next time.