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HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Yeah! Happy New Year to everyone but I guess I am the loneliest and most stupid this new year.
I was crying while the other people were celebrating and welcoming 2009. It's just because of a simple job. 'Get the clothes upstairs. They might smell like the smoke."
I was coughing and coughing while getting those stupid clothes!
I thought I would die!hmmp!
I really hate that...
Stupid smoke!!!
but still HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
All of us need to be happy this year...
New Year, New Life!
Forget all the problems and stupidness behind...^_^
Thursday, January 1, 2009
ocean park+manila zoo/sm+star city
December 29
After the trip in Ocean Park, we stopped on Manila Zoo but my aunts, my uncle, my grandparents, my cousin, my mother and I went to SM. The others decided to go inside the zoo. I liked two headbands and my uncle paid them for me.
Yippee!
Ocean Park...
...so nice! There were many fishes and sharks.
After the trip in Ocean Park, we stopped on Manila Zoo but my aunts, my uncle, my grandparents, my cousin, my mother and I went to SM. The others decided to go inside the zoo. I liked two headbands and my uncle paid them for me.
When it's already past two in the afternoon, we went to Star City. There were many people inside. My cousins, my uncle and I rode in Star Flyer. My heart almost fell. We alsoo wanted to ride on the other exciting rides but the lines were very long.
We also went inside the Snow World. It was really very very cold inside. Imagine 15 degrees celsius!! I was just wearing 'tokong' and sandals. Inside, we slid on the ice slide. We didn't stay in there for a long time because we may not take the temperature inside.
After that, I bought two zagus!haha!very mataks!
We went home at 10 pm. The time we're going home was fast. As if, I slept just for five minutes and we're home already. :-D
a birthday celebration
December 28
Happy Birthday Jenna!!
It wasn't my special day but it is for Jenna, my classmate, friend and baby!
She wanted her birthday be with her friends so I accepted her invitation even though I knew it's cold nowadays.
Viell and I shared and bought a bear as a gift for Jenna. We went to Roberto's though Aaron, Jenna and her family aren't there yet. We saw Loriza, Lorena and Zyrex waiting outside. We waited for for minutes and they arrived.
We thought the whole pool was reserved but it's only the table. Haha!
We had a lot of fun there. We played "mataya-taya" in the pool. Jenna almost drowned because she would be drowned rather than be the it of the game. Haha! Good thing I held her in her arms though I almost be drowned too. We also wiped icings on each other after Jenna had blown the candle of her chocolate cake. The water in the pool is really cold as if there were ice.
--This is also the day my Tita Lina and my mother attended the despedida party of their friend. I wasn't able to go with them there...
=' ( BYE BYE! =( --how sad--)=
Noche Buena
The day before Christmas.
It's always a tradition to our family that we would all be together in the house of my grandmother. We would celebrate the Noche Buena there.
The mothers would cook their specialty and bring the food in Lola's house. We would eat together. We also had exchanged gifts. Also, it's the time for us to give our gifts to the other. We would give and receive either things or money.
We decided to wear red or green shirts this day because those are the color of Christmas. Me? I wore my red macintosh t-shirt.
We slept at two in the morning already.
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE!
the grandparents and the grandchildren
my family with Lolo and Lola
Carmona Trip
December 20
Even though we're still tired due to our christmas party yesterday, we joined this event for GSP. At 6:30 in the morning, we're already in the school. We arrived in Trece and waited for so long for the others to come. While waiting, we ate in a bakery. After some time, they arrived!
We went to Carmona especifically, in Tahanan ni Maria. The place is very clean,the air is fresh because around it is the rice field.
When we arrived there, we danced at the front of the elders and the other girl scouts. Then, we went to Lantic Elementary School. We had exchanged gifts there and ate biscuit and drank juice. I received a picture frame from the exchange gift.
We went to SM Dasma and had our lunch in the food court. Of course, the picture taking wasn't forgotten. It was really fun!
Even though we're still tired due to our christmas party yesterday, we joined this event for GSP. At 6:30 in the morning, we're already in the school. We arrived in Trece and waited for so long for the others to come. While waiting, we ate in a bakery. After some time, they arrived!
We went to Carmona especifically, in Tahanan ni Maria. The place is very clean,the air is fresh because around it is the rice field.
When we arrived there, we danced at the front of the elders and the other girl scouts. Then, we went to Lantic Elementary School. We had exchanged gifts there and ate biscuit and drank juice. I received a picture frame from the exchange gift.
We went to SM Dasma and had our lunch in the food court. Of course, the picture taking wasn't forgotten. It was really fun!
Betty La Fea Fever[toinkZ!]
December 19
After an almost whole-day practice, this is what all have been waiting. "Paskuhan sa Sayans" is the theme of the christmas program.
In the morning, it was the choral competition. Our costumes are PE uniform with jacket, then a towel put around our neck. We're the first one to perform. At the end of our presentation, two of the Juniors would throw crashed styrofoam. But, it's like I;m the only performer there because Charmaine just poured most of the styrofoam to me. [ may galit ata sa akin] joke! Luckily (and obviously) we are the winner! For the third time. Thanks Dei!
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At lunch, we ate in 7 eleven then went to Aaron's house to get their magic sing and television. They have a cute white cat and it's always following me. It's following me because of my white scarf. I screamed one time because it jumped on the sofa where I was sitting.
Sheila and I went back to the schoool first because we'd still do something. Me? I had to braid my hair and put spraynet so that my hair would be curly like Betty's hair when I remove the ponytail. And also, I changed my clothes to Betty La Fea outfit but I wasn't wearing skirt and without braces in the mouth. I didn't like to wear skirt!
We had the latest year level christmas party. We had games without prices, bands performances and per section presentation. We ate in our own classrooms after that program. This year we didn't have icing but I think it's better not to have it. We also had our picture taking...
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It was so tiring but enjoying!
After an almost whole-day practice, this is what all have been waiting. "Paskuhan sa Sayans" is the theme of the christmas program.
In the morning, it was the choral competition. Our costumes are PE uniform with jacket, then a towel put around our neck. We're the first one to perform. At the end of our presentation, two of the Juniors would throw crashed styrofoam. But, it's like I;m the only performer there because Charmaine just poured most of the styrofoam to me. [ may galit ata sa akin] joke! Luckily (and obviously) we are the winner! For the third time. Thanks Dei!
At lunch, we ate in 7 eleven then went to Aaron's house to get their magic sing and television. They have a cute white cat and it's always following me. It's following me because of my white scarf. I screamed one time because it jumped on the sofa where I was sitting.
Sheila and I went back to the schoool first because we'd still do something. Me? I had to braid my hair and put spraynet so that my hair would be curly like Betty's hair when I remove the ponytail. And also, I changed my clothes to Betty La Fea outfit but I wasn't wearing skirt and without braces in the mouth. I didn't like to wear skirt!
We had the latest year level christmas party. We had games without prices, bands performances and per section presentation. We ate in our own classrooms after that program. This year we didn't have icing but I think it's better not to have it. We also had our picture taking...
It was so tiring but enjoying!
A New Pet and a Split-Up;and; A Happy Family Again
NEW PET AND A SPLIT-UP
"Helen! Helen!" Anabel screamed from the bathroom. "Come quick! It's a pig! You got a pig!" "No, I didn't," Helen called back, still unwrapping a stocking stuffer. She sounded just slightly disappointed. "I got a tiger." Eight-year-old Helen, her nine-year-old twin sisters, Anabel and Eliza, and her two-year-old brother, Angus, had gotten nearly life-size stuffed animals for Christmas. "Helen! This is a real one." At that, the rest of us ran to the bathroom. There, huddled in the farthest corner of the shower, quivered an eight-week-old piglet with a bright red ribbon tied around his neck.
"Santa finally brought me a pig! I knew he would," Helen yelled, edging ever so slightly away (Helen has been animal-phobic ever since a German shepherd knocked her over at age two). The pig chose that moment to sprint past our outstretched arms, out of the crowded bathroom, headed for the Christmas tree in the living room.
He raced around and around it as if searching for the earth it should have been growing in. As we quietly sat on the floor, the fuzzy little thing sniffed and snorted his way to each of us. He made a few tight circles, just like a dog, and then collapsed on the floor with a loud sigh -- his skinny legs stretched fore and aft.
"What are you gonna call him?" Eliza asked.
Helen looked at the pig for a moment, reached out a tentative hand, and as she gently touched his back for the first time, answered, "Treader."
My wife, Lisa, and I smiled at each other for what seemed like the first time in nearly a year.
We're not sure how Helen's obsession started, whether it was from reading Charlotte's Web at too young an age, watching Babe on the VCR night after night or an especially poignant moment at the county fair, but on her fourth Christmas, lip quivering, Helen sat on Santa's lap down at the boatyard in Rockport Harbor (Santa always visits mid-coast Maine by boat) and announced what she truly wanted.
"Ho, ho, ho," Santa replied, "and do you want a stuffed one or one of those new electronic ones?"
Helen stared up at him like he'd lost his mind. "I want a real pig," she said, "a really real one."
For four years Helen kept asking. She even petitioned the Easter Bunny, who, to his credit, never gave in. As a result, she received toy pigs, pig candy, pig clocks, even pig costumes, but never the real thing.
Meanwhile, her chances grew slimmer and slimmer without her having a clue. Thanks to my desire for built-in bookcases and top-notch replacement windows in our 1845 Maine farmhouse, we had renovated ourselves beyond our means. The ensuing debt, coupled with everything else that can stress a relationship, drove my wife and me apart.
In the early summer of 2005, after 13 years together, we decided to split up and to sell our house. I took an apartment in town, and Lisa rented a small house that not only banned farm animals but even the family dog.
A HAPPY FAMILY AGAIN
Our separation was tough on us all and tentative from the start. I was over at Lisa's house nearly every day, and we did something as a family at least once a week. Although we remained friends through the ongoing arguments about money and emotional slights, getting back together did not seem to be an option. This was clear to everybody: Lisa, our children, and me.
Even so, Helen didn't give up. She asked for a pig again over the summer for her birthday, although we had nowhere for it to live. And then this past fall, when it came time to write a letter to Santa, this is what she wrote: "Dear Santa, I don't really want anything for Christmas this year, except for a pig. Otherwise, you can bring me whatever you want. Love, Helen."
Good luck, kid.
Santa, clearly knowing better than Helen's parents, delivered Treader on Christmas Eve 2005. Helen was ecstatic, and Treader fit right in, tearing into more Christmas candy than all the kids put together. And something even more unexpected happened. I decided I wanted to get back together with Lisa.
"So I guess we'll have to get a place that has at least two acres. I think that's the code for farm animals," I said while cleaning up the third pile of Treader poop in less than an hour.
"We?" Lisa repeated with the barest hint of a smile.
"Well, yeah. Who else is going to clean out his shed? Helen? We can't even get her to make her bed."
Treader went to Christmas dinner with us, and when he fell asleep beside our friends' woodstove, we knew Santa had done the right thing. The only problem was that Treader had to go back to his momma because of our living situations -- and because he wasn't weaned.
In truth, once Treader was safely back at his birthplace, I was hoping Helen might have had enough. Instead, she went to full-court press, insisting we visit Treader every week. And every day, the second she was off the school bus, she'd ask, "When are we gonna get a home for Treader?"
Within a month, Lisa and I made an offer together on a new place. It was much less expensive than the previous home, but it sits on 2.3 acres, plenty of room for Treader, who finally came to live with us this past spring.
Now, let's just say it's never a good idea to bring home a pig before you've built a pen, especially if you decide to move him from the back of the capped pickup truck, where he was perfectly content, to the three-foot-high trailer where the open air and freedom were just too enticing. He will escape. And you will end up running through briars, mucking through bogs and swatting past mosquitoes for hours on end. When that happens, no matter what you do, don't pick him up around the belly. Pigs really don't like that.
What pigs do like is a child's unconditional love. And a happy family that will take them for walks, scratch their belly and put away the trash can before they get in the house. Pigs are scary fast.
From Reader's Digest - October 2006
"Helen! Helen!" Anabel screamed from the bathroom. "Come quick! It's a pig! You got a pig!" "No, I didn't," Helen called back, still unwrapping a stocking stuffer. She sounded just slightly disappointed. "I got a tiger." Eight-year-old Helen, her nine-year-old twin sisters, Anabel and Eliza, and her two-year-old brother, Angus, had gotten nearly life-size stuffed animals for Christmas. "Helen! This is a real one." At that, the rest of us ran to the bathroom. There, huddled in the farthest corner of the shower, quivered an eight-week-old piglet with a bright red ribbon tied around his neck.
"Santa finally brought me a pig! I knew he would," Helen yelled, edging ever so slightly away (Helen has been animal-phobic ever since a German shepherd knocked her over at age two). The pig chose that moment to sprint past our outstretched arms, out of the crowded bathroom, headed for the Christmas tree in the living room.
He raced around and around it as if searching for the earth it should have been growing in. As we quietly sat on the floor, the fuzzy little thing sniffed and snorted his way to each of us. He made a few tight circles, just like a dog, and then collapsed on the floor with a loud sigh -- his skinny legs stretched fore and aft.
"What are you gonna call him?" Eliza asked.
Helen looked at the pig for a moment, reached out a tentative hand, and as she gently touched his back for the first time, answered, "Treader."
My wife, Lisa, and I smiled at each other for what seemed like the first time in nearly a year.
We're not sure how Helen's obsession started, whether it was from reading Charlotte's Web at too young an age, watching Babe on the VCR night after night or an especially poignant moment at the county fair, but on her fourth Christmas, lip quivering, Helen sat on Santa's lap down at the boatyard in Rockport Harbor (Santa always visits mid-coast Maine by boat) and announced what she truly wanted.
"Ho, ho, ho," Santa replied, "and do you want a stuffed one or one of those new electronic ones?"
Helen stared up at him like he'd lost his mind. "I want a real pig," she said, "a really real one."
For four years Helen kept asking. She even petitioned the Easter Bunny, who, to his credit, never gave in. As a result, she received toy pigs, pig candy, pig clocks, even pig costumes, but never the real thing.
Meanwhile, her chances grew slimmer and slimmer without her having a clue. Thanks to my desire for built-in bookcases and top-notch replacement windows in our 1845 Maine farmhouse, we had renovated ourselves beyond our means. The ensuing debt, coupled with everything else that can stress a relationship, drove my wife and me apart.
In the early summer of 2005, after 13 years together, we decided to split up and to sell our house. I took an apartment in town, and Lisa rented a small house that not only banned farm animals but even the family dog.
A HAPPY FAMILY AGAIN
Our separation was tough on us all and tentative from the start. I was over at Lisa's house nearly every day, and we did something as a family at least once a week. Although we remained friends through the ongoing arguments about money and emotional slights, getting back together did not seem to be an option. This was clear to everybody: Lisa, our children, and me.
Even so, Helen didn't give up. She asked for a pig again over the summer for her birthday, although we had nowhere for it to live. And then this past fall, when it came time to write a letter to Santa, this is what she wrote: "Dear Santa, I don't really want anything for Christmas this year, except for a pig. Otherwise, you can bring me whatever you want. Love, Helen."
Good luck, kid.
Santa, clearly knowing better than Helen's parents, delivered Treader on Christmas Eve 2005. Helen was ecstatic, and Treader fit right in, tearing into more Christmas candy than all the kids put together. And something even more unexpected happened. I decided I wanted to get back together with Lisa.
"So I guess we'll have to get a place that has at least two acres. I think that's the code for farm animals," I said while cleaning up the third pile of Treader poop in less than an hour.
"We?" Lisa repeated with the barest hint of a smile.
"Well, yeah. Who else is going to clean out his shed? Helen? We can't even get her to make her bed."
Treader went to Christmas dinner with us, and when he fell asleep beside our friends' woodstove, we knew Santa had done the right thing. The only problem was that Treader had to go back to his momma because of our living situations -- and because he wasn't weaned.
In truth, once Treader was safely back at his birthplace, I was hoping Helen might have had enough. Instead, she went to full-court press, insisting we visit Treader every week. And every day, the second she was off the school bus, she'd ask, "When are we gonna get a home for Treader?"
Within a month, Lisa and I made an offer together on a new place. It was much less expensive than the previous home, but it sits on 2.3 acres, plenty of room for Treader, who finally came to live with us this past spring.
Now, let's just say it's never a good idea to bring home a pig before you've built a pen, especially if you decide to move him from the back of the capped pickup truck, where he was perfectly content, to the three-foot-high trailer where the open air and freedom were just too enticing. He will escape. And you will end up running through briars, mucking through bogs and swatting past mosquitoes for hours on end. When that happens, no matter what you do, don't pick him up around the belly. Pigs really don't like that.
What pigs do like is a child's unconditional love. And a happy family that will take them for walks, scratch their belly and put away the trash can before they get in the house. Pigs are scary fast.
From Reader's Digest - October 2006
December 8
Monday. A sunny day-a day important for thse whose live in Naic like me. I was telling my mother yesterday that I won't attend the classes today. That's a joke! It's hard to be excused for one day, I guess.
After the class-the most awaited time-we went straight to Dei's house. It's already a tradition that every fiesta, we would be in their house.
I was with Viell, Esie, Jenna, Sheila, Alpha, Paulo, Zab, Froi and Aaron. We rode in a jeep way there. Ma'am May and some fourth year students came there,too. Aileen Luna and her family was there also, their family friends.
We ate many foods and I liked the fruit and macaroni salad. After we ate, we went home already because the others were still from Tanza and Maragondon. When I arrived home, my parents were eating. After that, we walked to the plaza. We visited the church and watched the fireworks display.
We also visited my grandmother's house. And while i was outside, I saw Joshua "Arturo II" walking on the road. He saw me too. I immediately texted Viell to tell her but she didn't reply. LOLz!
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