Christmas Party

The backdraft we spent two nights
with little sleep...so tiring

I don’t have enough energy to tell every single detail of our Year-end party since I’ve been sleep deprived for three days so I’ll be cutting things short with what happened.

-I was in campus by 6:35am with two unread messages, 2 missed calls, all from my partner in decorating the room, Jan Mae (jamae), and a huge paperbag with most of my stuffs in it.

A centerpiece for our room. The
color scheme resembles Mexico's
flag doesn't it?

 -As we prepare the room, with all sorts of thingies, one by one, some of our classmates arrived. There were some problems but we managed to get everyone’s cooperation so everything worked out in the end.

-Mel arrived later than expected and she was wearing a really girly top. I asked her if she would like to put some make-up on to match her outfit. With little persuading, she said yes.

-It was hard to make Mel close her eyes and relax. She was having these tremors when attempting to maintain her eyes closed. Still, she tried hard to achieve what we needed.

-When I finished with her make-up, she said that she couldn’t believe her reflection in the mirror is really her.

-On my part, I had fun applying her make-up on because of her fair skin. She didn’t have any problem when it comes to color combinations.

Candy canes without the white part

-The party started with a prayer, and then the games.  First was a girl holds a lollipop near her navel and a guy will suck the lollipop until it is no more. The next games were modified charades, pinoy henyo,and  egg catching.

-After eating our foods, we watched different performances by the girls’ and the boys’ representatives, and the acting committee’s drama.

-Oh, I can’t forget all the MOE scenes I saw as the guys danced. There were touching here and there, close faces, seductive hugging…Kyaaa!! The BL~ <3

-The drama lasted for an hour and a half but there were so many gags that we would be able to handle more if our adviser doesn’t need to go someplace else at 3pm.

-As for the exchange gifts, I wasn’t able to get mine because the one who was supposed to give it to me had a contest to attend and didn’t even bother leaving my present to someone else. BUMMER!

-Except for the exchange gift, the party was a blast. My attire was also well complimented by my professor and my classmates. FUN FUN FUN!!!

BSN II-1
2nd Semester SY 2010-2011

We Scream for Ice Cream!!!

I was supposed to tell this story last week but I got lazy so I'm typing it away now...

As our classes for the last days before Christmas got crazier and crazier, we had some time to go out and unwind a little. Mel and I went to Robinsons Ermita and looked around the shops there. We got critical of clothes, found some good stuff, and laughed at items that made us remember other classmates. When we finally got tired, finished all good shops, we decided to eat. It was a drag since I didn't have any money on me. Fortunately, I have my card so I withdrew some money from my account. At first, the machine won't let money out since I was asking too little it seemed. In order not to delay other people behind me (yes, there was a line...I hate lines), I just choose the lowest denomination the machine offered in the options. I finished. Walking around the mall, we happened to pass by the ice cream store I am so fond of, Dippin' Dots! I asked my friend if she was familiar with their ice cream and she said no. Well, one of my habits, I asked her if she would like some, my treat of course. She was hesitant at first but I manage to push it into her. Basically, I just had to order and pay up before she could stop me. Haha! Then we enjoyed the food. As we eat, we decided to take pics of the cup, and the ceiling of the mall that looked like a sewer gate. After a little more walk and a discussion about someone, we headed home. It was fun!

A March to Free the 43 Health Workers and an Emergency?! Well, Almost.

I am not really fond of joining marches for many reasons. Some of which are:

• There are many people. I do not like it when there are too many people where I am. It just annoys me. For some reason, it just does.
• It's hot. Most marches are done either in the late morning of early afternoon. I am working on getting my skin color even so it would not be a good idea to stay out in the sun for long.
• My skin is sensitive to too much heat or cold. Either way, it gets dried and I have to apply moisturizing lotion over and over.
• People will reek after some time. Of course, people will be walking and naturally they will perspire and when they do, some bacteria will be so delighted.

Anyhow, I did not write just to discuss that so going back on the topic. 

We were told to attend, as part of our activity in class, a march of advocacy to free the 43 health workers who are being held prisoners because of an accusation that they were making bombs with the training they were doing as a facade. I have to admit that I, too, viewed the same opinions as those who organized the march. It is too unjust to imprison a group of people without a really hard evidence. 

We walked from the University of Santo Tomas to Mendiola Peace Arch. It was a very perspiring, tiring, feet-burning walk. We were screaming, "Free Dr. Merry, Free the 43! 43 Health Workers, Palayain! Free! Free! Free the 43!", as we go our way. Actually, there was a bit of fun especially when some of the motorists got caught up in the wave of the crowd. We literally trapped cars within our group!

Our necessity to be there ended at noon. Understandable because that was the end of our class with our professor. We all headed back to school afterwards just to find out that we wouldn't be able to meet our prof for the last subject. We headed home.

As I walk with my classmates, I saw two figures along the wall of Intramuros. When I looked at them hard enough, it was Mary and Anna Marie(AM). I walked to them and found out that Mary had an attack (she hyperventilates when put under too much stress). I decided to stay with them until some time since I didn't really want to  go home during the rush hours. We stayed at a nearby store and chatted to calm things down a bit. AM was such a failure when I told her that I have a lower respiratory tract infection(LRTI) so I have a cold. It was supposed to be an LRTI and cough but she got lost between my words and started wondering what would be the right combination. That made Mary and I settle down and laugh at AM. When Mary regained some of her spirit and strength, we headed home.

Oh, I almost forgot. Just to keep track of things, we get to tease CG so baaaaad today. ^_^ We paired her with one of our classmate and made her our destressor for the whole class. BAAAAAD!!!!

Hachiko

It all started with a blog. I fell for the bait and ended up watching it. Simply put...I cried. I sort of made a joke on what would happen so it hit me pretty hard when I saw that I was right.

(Spolier Alert!!!)

Hachiko: A Dog's Story (2009) is a film based on a true story about a dog who faithfully waited for his master to come outside the train station even after his master's death. It portraits how a simple meeting could become something special in the course of time and how a dog could care for a human buddy so much to go to that extent of waiting for years. This is an awesome tear-jerker especially for animal-loving, specifically dog-loving people.

I like this film because I never really knew why that statue of a dog stood there in front of Shibuya station. I also thought that the characters I knew only called that statue Hachiko for fun and it gave no special meaning. I've been encountering the name Hachiko but I never really knew the real "Hachiko". Now I can correct what I knew and never again make fun of that dog that stood at the station for that dog, Hachiko, is a loving, caring, loyal friend like no other. But somehow, even if I want a dog like Hachiko, deep in me, I don't want that to happen to my dog. It will make me have mixed emotions of feeling bad for leaving him behind yet feel happy for waiting for me all along.  I do not regret the tears I shed while watching this movie. Hachiko, BANZAI!!!!

A Tribute to Andres Bonifacio: Chorale Concert

I wasn't quite in the mood yesterday so.

Our professor in ethics made our class attend a chorale concert in celebration of Gat Andres Bonifacio's birthday, November 30. For those who doesn't know who Bonifacio is, he is one of country's heroes. He lead a rebellion group called KKK against the Spaniards. Now, the concert was held at the PhilAm Life Auditorium. I went there late purposefully but found out that I was the first one to arrive. Once again, I proved how our people are so not strict on time. We waited another whole hour before everyone else arrived. Still, there were some who didn't show up. We were not even more than 20. The show was great and one of their songs sent tears running down my face. Here are the songs the Andres Bonifacio Choir sang at their concert:

• Inday Pamutas Na
• Walay Angay
• Si Nanay Si Tatay
• Atin Cu Pung Singsing
• Sitsiritsit
• O Naraniag Nga Bulan
• Unsaon Ko
• Dungawin Mo Hirang
• Maalaala Mo Kaya
• Ang Tangi Kong Pag-ibig
• Iniibig Kita
• Sa Ugoy ng Duyan
• Jocylenang Baliuag
• Kayumangging Malaya
• Alay sa Inang Bayan
• Bayan Ko
• Pilipinas Kong Mahal
• Payapang Daigdig
• Maligayang Pasko sa Lahat ng Lahi
• Pasko Na Naman Sa Bayan Kay Ganda
• Noche Buena, Kay Sigla Ng Gabi
• Kasadya Ning Takna-a

I hope I'll be able to attend more of this kind of show in the years to come! ^_^