30 August 2004
Grunge! You're all about the music and would even
turn your back on fame just to stay true to
your roots... You reached your high in the
early '90s, but you're still making some good
stuff! Keep rocking!
What genre of rock are you?
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Well, there was a time in my life I totally loved Grunge. I grew up with two older brothers who worshipped Kurt "I-Hate-Myself-and-I-Want-to-Die" Cobain. They had Kurt Cobain and Eddie Vedder pictures plastered all over the walls of their rooms! I still like Grunge, but not as much as I did back then. :)
?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
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"...and often lost in thought." That's funny. It's like a better and nicer way of saying "you are often absent-minded." Hehehe:)
26 August 2004
Thanks to my very good friend, Bok, I was able to go to my very first UAAP Basketball Game last Sunday (August 22). :) It was a great experience, something I will never, ever forget especially since it's likely going to be my last UAAP basketball game because Bok won't ever bring me to another game. Not after I got sick because of the excitement and all! "Hinding-hindi ka na tutuntong sa Araneta sa UAAP!" (You're never going to set foot at Araneta for UAAP!) Sure, she was kidding but I, myself, wouldn't like to take any chance and get sick again. Besides, those two games are enough to last me a lifetime.
The first game was between UP and Adamson. Despite coming from UP, we sat at the Adamson side so we would surely be at the Ateneo side in the next game. There were some cheering here and there. There were many unoccupied seats. I could barely hear the UP students' cheers save for the UP drums. We were seated right at the back of the Adamson drummers, but we were cheering and hooting for UP. "Go UP!" and "UP, ano ba?!" coupled with the famous "U-nibersidad ng Pilipinas!" Despite the many errors committed by the UP Maroons (I don't really know much about basketball rules, but we were with MaCho, a Varsity Basketball Player during her college years at UP Iloilo, who is trained in "referee-ing"), they won! We were so happy!
Then came the main event! I refer to the second game as the main event because it's what almost all the people there came for. It was between La Salle and the Ateneo. As soon as the first game ended, people started to come and occupy every single seat available. In a short time, the whole Araneta Coliseum was packed full with Green (La Salle) and Blue (Ateneo) crowds. Exactly half of the coliseum was green, the other blue. I was thinking, "Wow, so this is what it's like to be in a ADMU vs. DLSU game?"
At any other time, I wouldn't have minded which between the two schools won. I have many good friends from both schools. But, in that particular game, I was with Ateneo friends (Bok and Erik), so we were rooting for Ateneo! The minute everyone (spectators) was settled, cheering and drumming began! It was amazing, even overwhelming to a first-timer like me! The next thing I knew, we were all on our feet clapping and cheering "like there was no tomorrow". "Go Ateneo! One Big Fight!" The other side would answer with "Beat Ateneo! Animo La Salle!" The game started and ended with us on our feet the whole time, cheering and jumping non-stop! The drummers never stopped banging on their drums. "Get that ball! Get that ball!" The only time we sat down was during time-outs and the half-time show by both schools' pep squads. It was really, really exciting!
Sadly, Ateneo lost. I was affected by the loss maybe because Bok, Erik, Ria (another friend) were quite sad. And, Bok's sisters (Dada and Donna) and cousin (Mimi) were also a bit affected. Erik even sort of blamed himself because he was wearing his "stupid unlucky shirt" (which he changed, by the way, before the second half of the game). Well, almost all the Atenistas around us looked forlorn and just lost, especially the young cheerleader in front of us, who was almost in tears. On the other hand, the Green crowd's happiness and elation was just indescribable. These scenes made me realize how much the two schools give importance to and take the UAAP seriously. Even the alumni were there cheering like crazy for their schools. Young and old were there to show support for their teams. It was very nice to see, if you ask me. The whole time, I was really like, "WOW!!!"
I couldn't help but think that if the UP Maroons were given the same support and attention by the UP students, alumni and administration, maybe they could do much better, just maybe. Maybe, they could even compete for championship. :)
21 August 2004
My brother, his wife and their four-year-old son, Goby, are in Manila for a few days. I've posted pictures of LoveLove (my petname for Goby) in a previous
Last Thursday, I spent three wonderful hours with them (my brother and his family). We met at SM Megamall, with me almost unable to stay still during the ride to the place. Goby has grown taller and lost some weight, which his mom is excited about because she doesn't want him to gain too much weight. He's as active as ever. When we went to buy him shoes, he talked and talked non-stop to the saleslady and it was obvious that the tired but nice lady enjoyed talking to the little man. :) We were all just laughing about his ideas and observations.
We went to the kiddie area (i have no idea what it's called), where there were kiddie rides and all. Goby went straight towards a kiddie airplane and with a really bossy stance told another little boy, "Alis ka! Ako na!" (Get off! It's my turn!) The other boy just stared at my nephew blankly. We, of course, told him that what he did was not good and that he had to wait for his turn. But, I couldn't help but laugh. I guess when you're so in love with a person, you'd let him/her get away with things that you normally wouldn't let pass. And, besides, my nephew is just four years old! :)
Those three amazing hours passed so fast that the next thing I knew I was kissing ang hugging my LoveLove goodbye. I was teary-eyed for God knows when I'm going to see him again, but the happiness my seeing him (and his parents, of course) gave me is enough to last for a long time ('til I see them again). I was so happy that even the super rude Philippine Heart Center nurse who sat beside me in the bus couldn't ruin my day. Up until this very moment, I'm just so happy. :)
I thank God that Manuel L. Quezon was born on August 19. Aside from my report being postponed for a week, I was able to see three of the people for whom I continue doing good. :)
I will be posting pictures as soon as my sister-in-law emails them to me. For some unknown reason, I forgot to bring my camera that Thursday! Tsk, tsk, tsk.
18 August 2004
I, finally, have my HaloScan comment board (my original one) up again for easier commenting... well, for some, at least. No more signing in or whatever. And, what's great is that I still have some of my old comments saved. Hehehe:) I don't know how that happened.
I like the HaloScan Comment board, but I won't take the Blogger Comment board down because there are comments saved there, too. Duh, it's not like this would make me get more comments or anything. Oh, but still, I'm happy! :) I'm so happy I think I'll get myself and some friends ice cream. :) Well, one of my friends has a love problem right now and I think some ice cream would make her feel a little better.
And, I go on to announce to all beautiful people who read this blog, please use whichever comment board you like. Oceanic Views is Blogger; Pink Thoughts is HaloScan. Okey dokey, then! I'm outta here! :)
You speak eloquently and have seemingly read every
book ever published. You are a fountain of
endless (sometimes useless) knowledge, and
never fail to impress at a party.
What people love: You can answer almost any
question people ask, and have thus been
What people hate: You constantly correct their
grammar and insult their paperbacks.
What Kind of Elitist Are You?
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Hmm, a "Book and Language Snob"? I like this kind of snob. :) But, I think I know myself enough to be not THAT snobby. ;-)
I'm a "Schindler's List". Great movie, I'm great! Hehehe:)
Wow, Mother Theresa... I'd totally like/want to be like her. :)
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Yucky?! What's that supposed to mean? Tsk, tsk, tsk... :)
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12 August 2004
Last night, while in bed, my thoughts wandered from one place to another and delved from one thing to another. I was mentally making a list of things that make me lucky to be alive. This is one of my favorite habits because thinking of all the things I should be thankful for would always make me really happy and want to do good and be/remain good. There are, of course, countless things to be thankful for. I never get to finish the “list”. I don’t think I ever will. Allahu akbar! (God is great!)
One of the things that never fails to put a smile on my face, no matter what situation I’m in, is my family. Every single time my family comes to mind, I’d always feel immense happiness and thankfulness for being a part of it. Studying in UP has kept me away from my family (for three years now), but they are the ones that keep me going. My dad visits me once a month and every time he has a case here in Metro Manila. Being away from my family proves to me their love and confidence/trust. Not all “young” Muslim girls are allowed to be away from their families without a “mahram” (a male family member as companion, i.e. brother, father, maternal uncle, and/or husband) or a guardian. Of course, I have two of my closest aunts here in Metro Manila, but I don’t see them as much as I want to because they both live in Manila (the city). So, most of the time I’m here on my own.
The independence that being away from home has afforded me is, to me, so invaluable in that I have learned so much from and by it. I believe it has transformed me into a stronger and better person. I’ve come to discover so much about myself. I’ve come to learn to do things and decide on matters on my own. The things that I’ve come to learn about life, people, the world, and myself are things that I couldn’t have learned in all the classrooms in the world. The very much sheltered and pampered life I had back home wouldn’t have made me learn or realize many things that I now know and understand.
And, for all these and so much more, I need to thank my family for trusting me enough and allowing me to experience and enjoy this independence. Above everything, I know that I owe all these to God Almighty. Alhamdulillahi rabbil ‘aalamiina hamdan yuwaafi ni ‘aamahu yukaafi-u maziidah. (All praise is due to God, the Lord of the Universe, praise which will equal His blessings and suffice for His bounty.)
03 August 2004
August is a month that brings lots of memories to me, both good and bad. It’s during this month that I would always introspect and reflect about things that have happened in my life and be thankful for everything despite and inspite of some bad things.
August 2000: The Birth of Tanglaw
I was fresh from college graduation when I found out that I was part of the Philippine delegation to the 27th Ship for SouthEast Asian Youth Program (SSEAYP). It was August 2000. The National Youth Commission informed me through mail that after the interview (a few moths before), the essay writing and screening my credentials, I was chosen as one of the finalists. The letter of confirmation came on the 5th day of the month. It said that I had to be in Manila for the Orientation and the Medical, Physical and Psychological Examinations by the 16th of the month. It also said that to be submitted on the 16th (the Orientation Day) were my passport, police and barangay clearances, and birth certificate. At the time I received the communication, I didn’t have a passport. So, that gave me eleven days to accomplish everything. The police and barangay clearances were not a problem since I don’t have any criminal record whatsoever. My mom had a copy of my birth certificate, so it was ready in no time. But, the passport? We needed to go to Cagayan de Oro, a good two-hour land travel (minus traffic), to get a passport. It was a good thing that there weren’t a lot of people in line to get passports (not like in Manila). It also helped, of course, that the Director of the Regional Office of the Department of Foreign Affairs is a good friend of my parents'. (Yeah, I will not deny that!) I got my passport less than a week after we went to apply for one. Then, I was off to Manila!
I met my SSEAYP batchmates-to-be on the 16th. It was great because as soon as some of us got to talking, it felt like we knew one another our whole lives. We were all together the next two days for the medical and physical examinations and the psychological examination, which gave me a really bad headache and which took us a whole day to finish. And, on the 19th, we found ourselves on a bus and on our way to Tagaytay for our Pre-Departure Training. Those ten days of training were some of my most unforgettable days. Those were days of great camaraderie, laughter, pride, happiness, sadness, even fear and nervousness… everything! After the PDT, we all realized that we’d experienced and found great friendship and family outside of our own families back home. The month closed with all of us ecstatic beyond belief. We were confirmed as “delegates” on the 30th. That was one of my proudest and happiest moments. August would always bring me back to those days. :)
August 2001: Tanglaw's Rizza Simon
Exactly a year after that, we were all still “drunk” from our SSEAYP days. Our heads were still full of SSEAYP memories so fresh that sometimes it felt like we were all still there. We were all back in our respective hometowns and provinces, but we could still hear the bell that called us to meals and the very Japanese “this is an announcement from the administration…” that boomed all over the Nippon Maru (our ship), we could still smell and taste all the seafood, the ice cream, the different kinds of rice (Japanese rice, ordinary rice, fried rice, etc.), the eggs (cooked/prepared in every way you could imagine), the Haagen Dazs ice cream from the vending machine, etc, etc, etc. (Aaah, I could just imagine all these things as if I were still there right now.)
That August in 2001, we were all so excited and sad at the same time because it was our turn to sit as part of the panel of interviewers for the screening of applicants for the next batch. Ever since we came back from the program, every single activity that had something to do with SSEAYP stirred an inexplicable excitement and happiness within each one of us and we were sad because with the excitement of interviewing new applicants came the realization that we were no longer THE participating youths (PYs), we had become ex-PYs.
The interview for Region 12 (the region I represented) was held in Cotabato City. I went there accompanied by my mom, the driver and a guy friend of mine. It was the 18th. Only one day was needed for all the Region 12 applicants to be interviewed. So, naturally, we decided to leave for home the very next day. While we were packing our things, I received a text from Randy, one of my batchmates. It said “Kawawa naman si Rizza, ‘no? Namatay!” (Poor Rizza, right? She’s dead!) Yes, it was that blunt. I will never forget those words. I was so shocked it felt like hours passed before I could move. I couldn’t breathe.
As soon as I could function normally, i.e. think straight and breathe normally, I texted Randy. I demanded for him to apologize for such a bad and cruel joke, but he never replied. I immediately called Popsie (our National Leader) and asked him if it was true. He confirmed it and asked me how I found out. Apparently, he asked my batchmates not to tell me yet for fear I might have a heart attack and follow Rizza to death! I didn’t know what to say or what to do. I felt numb!
For a while, I couldn’t move. I stood glued to the window, but I didn’t see anything. I felt like I was left hanging without any emotion or feeling. And then, all of a sudden, I burst to tears. And then, I was hysterical. I told my mom and my guy friend what happened. They didn’t know what to say to me. They just looked at each other. I cried and cried. I called
Rizza’s death is another thing that would always make August special to me. This month would always make my memories of Rizza so alive that it feels like she’s still here with us. Rizza was a hero. She died in the line of duty. She was the very first female helicopter pilot of the Philippine Air Force. She was one of the pilots of the helicopter that was sent to rescue a certain vice governor’s mother and some other people whose plane crashed somewhere in the North. They went out in the dead of the night. They could’ve waited for sunlight, but no, they went! Maybe Mr. Death called for them to come to him. The rescue team found the people they went to search for, but sadly they were already dead. The bodies were put in the helicopter so that it became too heavy for the helicopter to carry the weight and so they crashed! That was how we lost our dear Rizza. She was only 28.
Rizza was one of the most beautiful (literally and figuratively) women I’ve ever met. She was tall, graceful, and confident and she had such a nice smile. She was never afraid to say what was in her mind. She was the type of person who automatically commanded respect to those around her. She was a feminist. She didn’t like guys staring at (make that drooling over) women’s body parts. She was very nice, very reasonable and considerate. She had such discipline that I have never, ever seen anybody possess. She was very intelligent (she was, after all, the NCR representative). She was talented, but it didn’t matter to her if she had to take the backseat or if she was just an “extra” in the presentations, dances, songs and all numbers that we had to present.
She was always cooperative; she never complained. She was willing to eat ripe mangoes using nothing but her hands and share them with a friend – me! We would go for the last piece of shrimp tempura and giggle nonstop after. Back in the ship, she would call us in our rooms to remind us what to wear (we had uniforms). She was one of our protocol officers and she was quite strict about the rules, but she was forgiving and even lenient when you had valid reasons for not necessarily sticking to the rules. As she said, there's always an exemption to the rules. And, she'd really stick up for you, too. When she had to refuse something, she expressed it in such a way that you'd never feel hurt or rejected. She, Charo (my SSEAYP best friend) and I always hung out with one another during formations and laughed at the silliest things. She was a sister to us. I always looked up to her. She was a model to us, to me especially. She will always be.
Rizza’s death showed and made me (us) realize how short life is. The time that we’re all together should always be enjoyed and made the most out of because we’ll never know when we’re going to be together again or if we would ever be complete or if we would all be together again. Rizza told some of us that on our wedding days, she’d be willing to fly to our places and drop confetti from her helicopter for us. It was such an exciting idea. And, I’m sure that on my wedding day she’d be throwing the promised confetti… maybe not from her helicopter, but from heaven.
“Live life to the fullest!” was what she’d always write on the notebooks or delegation booklets that were passed for people to sign. And, she sure did live her life to the fullest.
Thank you, Rizza. Thank you for the memories, the friendship, the beauty you shared. Thank you for the lessons you made us learn. Thank you, dear Pilot Rizza (that’s what I called her), for everything. :)