Bittersweet Memories

the urge to go down memory lane...

an invitation was sent to my email today.. (haha) and it came from this blog and i can't pass the opportunity to write with one of the FEW people whom i really care and i know can give back the same kind of care... :-) well as what the title suggest im on the verge of remembering the good ol' days.. heehee

• the journal...
• the sumo fights...
• the broken bench...
• 'ang punit na t-shirt (sa may kili-kili) ni squirtel squad!'
• the infamous line 'kung kayo tatawa lumabas muna kayo ng DLA'
• 'ole ole ole ole'
• the pizzahut trips.. (whatta?!)
• dinners with jae's family
• the crazy one-liners that will never lose it mirth!

"... BABY pa daw xa"
"... SILVER to noh!"
"... SCARF yan"
**i forgot the other one! curse you memory gap!!!! grrr

• the unnecessary movements! (my specialty) hahaha
• the crying times (boohoo!)
• the letters
• smirking behind other people's back
• quarrels
• 'don't say you love me'
• poems
• open forums
• cherry's house
• propesora moments ni kiri-an
• the 'salise bakery'
• karen
• the 'FAM'
• daunting retreat
• ang hilig sa pag 'sha-share'

AND OF COURSE THE MOST RECENT ONES

• jollibee LP
• starbucks moments
• mall of asia escapade
• mga kuya sa pizzahut
• my birthdays
• sem breaks
• endless laughter about high school memories
• 'pag-alala sa mga classmate nung high school'
• 'pag-iwas kai jake'
• SM San Lazaro
• yellow cab
• dates ntin
• the freakzoid manager and crew ng jollibee
• boyfriends
• debuts (lalo na ang westin!! aaaw!)
• movie trips
• tampuhans

and still we're all here all 5 of us (ung isa po nasa states, so 6 kami).. haha how i wish we could all go back to high school.. haha :-) its been what 7 years... (whoah!) hahaha i can still recall the 1t time i saw jae and how 'angas' she looked back then... carrie and her 'mataray' look mana kai tita jane! haha... si gayle at ang kanyang mga dimples na ubod ng taas!! haha ako, ang malakas tumawa prang wlang bukas.. hehe and of course the NERDY one, turned model/beauty queen cherry.. hahaha :-)

ang haba na ng entry ko.. haha :-) anyway, if there is one thing that I really learned with this BRUS is that...

Ang lakad na hindi
planado ay paniguradong
matutuloy!

labo no? hahahah well...

Byrthdei

Two years ago, I thought I'd be spending this day just like any ordinary day...until Lloyd came. He has made my birthday even more special and worth remembering...

Now, two years later, I still smile for the same reason.

I hope most (if not all) of my aspirations will come true as I celebrate my twenTEENth birthday. Only God knows.

Thanks for every one who remembered. I wish you all well.

A Reason to Write: Hiding a Creative Urge

If there are two things most dear to me besides my loved ones, that would be my passion for music and literature. Since I was little, my parents knew I had an inclination to music. They remembered me performing on top of our dining table complete with my props—a pink guitar matched with my pink microphone. I would sing with much gusto, like there’s no stopping me. I guess this feeling may be the same with my passion for literature. It all began in 5th grade. I was fascinated by the Greek and Roman Mythology—the gods, goddesses and all that mythological stuff. Also, I got myself into reading books not only about mythology but novels as well. My friend, Abby, influenced me in reading pocket books written by Danielle Steel and Dean Koontz. She has also urged me in writing poetries and short poems. I recalled during our break time or while waiting for the teacher of our next class, we would scribble verses, none too legibly, on scraps of paper—and then keep them. When I reached high school, I was able to exhaust my skills in writing. Our English teacher, then, would often require us to submit written book reports, essays, short stories and poetries. In September of 2000, during our English week, our teacher asked us to write a poem about our love for our parents. What a perfect timing it was for I have been thinking what to give my parents as presents for their birthdays that same month. Not only did I get a perfect grade for the poem I wrote, it was even displayed on the exhibit. On the other hand, my parents were also moved by my work and thought about submitting my poem as an entry in the International Library of Poetry. I had no idea about any of these until one day, April of 2001, a letter from them came and it read that my poem, “Come What May…”, made it to the semi-finals. I was caught dumbfounded; trying to understand what was going on. When I’ve heard the story of how it all started, I was so thrilled—it would take me some time to believe it. A few months later, I received another letter from the poetry.com claiming that my piece won “Editor’s Choice Award” and that it will be published in the International Library of Poetry’s compilation, “A Grasp at Eternity”. I never imagined any of these turn of events. It was only when I got my copy of the book that it dawned on me—surreal but true. Indeed, it was a wonderful experience having my work recognized not only in school but internationally as well. When I got into college, I even considered taking up Journalism or Communication Arts but my parents discouraged me because they believed that it would be a career suicide. (My apologies to Journalism students and graduates—I’m not trying to sabotage your career.) Practicality-wise, stability would be an issue unless I make it to a “big” network company. So I end up taking Industrial Engineering, instead.
Now, I am back to my old self. I am writing once again not because I am bored with my life but for the reason that this is my outlet. It is my way of expressing my inner thoughts about things that I feel like talking about and that which I don’t. Writing makes me release my emotions—be it happiness, depression, or anger—the best way I can. I am thankful I have this gift of writing for who knows I could make a difference in someone else’s life. I am proud of this gift—and I know that Someone up there and some people down here feel the same way too.