I was on chat with Anne when i mentioned about our enrolment for the second semester. She said its on the 28th and i said its on 26th. We were debating on this and even asked our other blockmates. I couldnt call our school because its a sunday and there's no one in the office at that time. So, I decided to check the website of our school and it flashed right in front of me "Enrolment schedule: October 28"
I dont believe it. They moved the date for the enrolment and what's worse is that its the same day as ate paw's debut which I already prepared for. Damn it.
Yes, i could enroll online but i wont take the risk if something goes wrong. But then again, I want to be there on paw's special day.
I was scheduled on the 28th, afternoon, surnames starting L-Z. damn it.
I started planning impossible things. You see, the venue for the Paw's debut is at my hometown in Marinduque. The venue is quite nice. Its a hotel/resort by the beach which means double the fun. My high school classmates are going to be there, that's for sure. My superfriends and others. The boys are already practicing their performance for the event. ICARUS - our class' band would be performing live for the party.
*sigh. Im really sulking to the fact that I wont be joining them. I prayed that our school would allow me to enroll earlier than 28. So, this morning I called them and they said that its impossible. I nearly choked out the words 'but I need to be somewhere on the 28th" and they said "couldn't you just enroll online?" and then that's when I gave up.
If have a jet plane then yeah, its possible to attend Paw's debut. But since I don't, well, I guess I'll be spending the 28th of october in sulk.
Of all the dates in october, why does it have to be on the 28th? *sigh. I want to cry out of desperation right now. I looked so pathetic right now and I cried myself to sleep a while ago. Yeah, I know. I sound so selfish, but I can't help it. When your friends are all having fun and you are left out, you just cant help but cry.
I wish my mom would say "Go back here in Marinduque and just enroll online" but she said the exact opposite of that. I want to cry so hard that the Admin. Office would took pity on me and just let me enroll.
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FML.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
the crazy things I do when I bored.
Well, its our sembreak. Yay me! :D
what's bad? Im bored...
oh well. just check me out on facebook because im too bored to write something here. maybe ill come back a little later..
right now... i am really really bored
what's bad? Im bored...
oh well. just check me out on facebook because im too bored to write something here. maybe ill come back a little later..
right now... i am really really bored
Thursday, October 1, 2009
I hope 'Pepeng' (international name Parma) wont intensify :(
I hope the typhoon wont intensify, but as much as I could hope, it already did. As i watched the news a while ago that Pepeng would be the same as 'Reming' (International name Durian), my memories of Typhoon Reming last 2006 came running through my mind again.
I remember hugging my papa so tight because I can hear the wind whistling outside and the rain smashing hard on our roof, walls and windows. I was only second year high school that time and that was my first time to experience a super typhoon. I was so scared that I wanted to cry, but I didn't. I wouldn't want to add my parents' worries just because I'm crying. I could see it my mom's face that she too was scared. I tried to sleep it but I could ignore the strong wind blowing. It was really a SUPER typhoon. I was thinking, what if we didn't live through this storm? Or, what would happen if our roof would suddenly give up and the storm would eat us. I can't help but panic everytime I would hear debris smashing on streets and the howl of the wind would get stronger. I managed to sleep for a couple of minutes but then I could feel my knees shaking and my heart beating wildly. I would tremble so hard even in my sleep that my mom would end waking me up. I couldn't help it. I was so scared. I couldn't even sleep. I hope that the storm would miraculously vanish. And it did. For an hour.
I was stunned that everything became quiet all of a sudden and got glad that the storm was over. But after an hour, there it is again. Blowing harder than before. It's as if someone had pressed the 'pause' button and then after an hour pressed 'play' again. That's when i realized that an hour ago, our place was at the "Eye of the storm". Again, I started trembling. All I could was hope and pray. Yes, that was it. I was praying the whole time i was trembling. Praying helps me to keep calm and somehow gather strength to made it through the night. Praying really helps. At times like this, it's when we start to realized the value of life. I was so happy that I made it through that night but when i came out of our house, it was devastating. Many people was left homeless and many people died. The death toll increased as each day pass as people started to recover from the great loss.
I was really traumatized on what happened that year. I'm glad God spared my family.
I couldn't thank God enough for saving my life last year. A typhoon again hit our place with a wind almost the same as Reming. Again, our place was also a direct hit from the typhoon. This time named Frank. I thought I was going to lose everything back then.
Our place was raised in Signal #3 that night. I was lying on my parents' bed with my Papa that night. My mom, praying at the altar just outside their room. I was lying calmly when I heard a loud twisting sound. It's as if my body automatically jerked me out of the bed and ran quickly outside the room. That was when i realized that something crashed in our roof. At that moment, i though our house was collapsing. When i looked back, a tree crashed in my parents room. I was crying and shouting at the same time because my father was left in the room. I was hugging my mom and shouting for my Papa as debris keep on falling. I was relieved to hear my Papa's voice saying he was Ok. It was a miracle when my papa covered his head and luckily only a piece of plywood fell over hhim and not the coconut tree. I was so thankful to God he didn't get hurt. When I came back to look at the scene, I saw where the coconuts fell and it was on the exact position where i was in my parents' bed. Those coconts could have fallen directly on my head and got me killed. It was a good think I reacted so fast. I was shaking the whole time and can't manage to calm down as I hold on tight to my rosary. Not even my mom could calm me down after what happened. I manage to catch some sleep though. When I woke up the storm was over. As I check out again the damaged room, I saw people cleaning up the area. They were counting the coconuts ang guess what? They collected 21 pieces of coconuts from the room and 5 more in our cieling. A few people tried to remove the coconut tree in the room and I went out and saw more devastating effects of Frank. That is when I saw which coconut tree fell in my parent's room. It was in the vacant lot beside our house more than 35 meters away. The wind twised the tree in half and dropped it in my parent's room. Sure, I managed to calm down, but seeing those coconuts piled up in my parents' room, I could've died. I wouldn't call that one luck. I would say God really did save me from that accident. I wouldn't last any longer back there if I wasn't holding on to my Rosary.
Until now, I still get traumatize in that experience. I feel bad for those people who lost their houses and starting from scratch. I hope God would spare us all in this coming typhoon. Let us pray and keep our faiths high that God won't let Pepeng harm us. Victims from Ondoy's wrath haven't recovered from their great loss.
I know, because I've seen the wrath of these 3 typhoons. From Reming, Frank and to Ondoy. I hope everybody would be safe.
That's all we can do for now, take care of each other and PRAY.
I remember hugging my papa so tight because I can hear the wind whistling outside and the rain smashing hard on our roof, walls and windows. I was only second year high school that time and that was my first time to experience a super typhoon. I was so scared that I wanted to cry, but I didn't. I wouldn't want to add my parents' worries just because I'm crying. I could see it my mom's face that she too was scared. I tried to sleep it but I could ignore the strong wind blowing. It was really a SUPER typhoon. I was thinking, what if we didn't live through this storm? Or, what would happen if our roof would suddenly give up and the storm would eat us. I can't help but panic everytime I would hear debris smashing on streets and the howl of the wind would get stronger. I managed to sleep for a couple of minutes but then I could feel my knees shaking and my heart beating wildly. I would tremble so hard even in my sleep that my mom would end waking me up. I couldn't help it. I was so scared. I couldn't even sleep. I hope that the storm would miraculously vanish. And it did. For an hour.
I was stunned that everything became quiet all of a sudden and got glad that the storm was over. But after an hour, there it is again. Blowing harder than before. It's as if someone had pressed the 'pause' button and then after an hour pressed 'play' again. That's when i realized that an hour ago, our place was at the "Eye of the storm". Again, I started trembling. All I could was hope and pray. Yes, that was it. I was praying the whole time i was trembling. Praying helps me to keep calm and somehow gather strength to made it through the night. Praying really helps. At times like this, it's when we start to realized the value of life. I was so happy that I made it through that night but when i came out of our house, it was devastating. Many people was left homeless and many people died. The death toll increased as each day pass as people started to recover from the great loss.
I was really traumatized on what happened that year. I'm glad God spared my family.
I couldn't thank God enough for saving my life last year. A typhoon again hit our place with a wind almost the same as Reming. Again, our place was also a direct hit from the typhoon. This time named Frank. I thought I was going to lose everything back then.
Our place was raised in Signal #3 that night. I was lying on my parents' bed with my Papa that night. My mom, praying at the altar just outside their room. I was lying calmly when I heard a loud twisting sound. It's as if my body automatically jerked me out of the bed and ran quickly outside the room. That was when i realized that something crashed in our roof. At that moment, i though our house was collapsing. When i looked back, a tree crashed in my parents room. I was crying and shouting at the same time because my father was left in the room. I was hugging my mom and shouting for my Papa as debris keep on falling. I was relieved to hear my Papa's voice saying he was Ok. It was a miracle when my papa covered his head and luckily only a piece of plywood fell over hhim and not the coconut tree. I was so thankful to God he didn't get hurt. When I came back to look at the scene, I saw where the coconuts fell and it was on the exact position where i was in my parents' bed. Those coconts could have fallen directly on my head and got me killed. It was a good think I reacted so fast. I was shaking the whole time and can't manage to calm down as I hold on tight to my rosary. Not even my mom could calm me down after what happened. I manage to catch some sleep though. When I woke up the storm was over. As I check out again the damaged room, I saw people cleaning up the area. They were counting the coconuts ang guess what? They collected 21 pieces of coconuts from the room and 5 more in our cieling. A few people tried to remove the coconut tree in the room and I went out and saw more devastating effects of Frank. That is when I saw which coconut tree fell in my parent's room. It was in the vacant lot beside our house more than 35 meters away. The wind twised the tree in half and dropped it in my parent's room. Sure, I managed to calm down, but seeing those coconuts piled up in my parents' room, I could've died. I wouldn't call that one luck. I would say God really did save me from that accident. I wouldn't last any longer back there if I wasn't holding on to my Rosary.
Until now, I still get traumatize in that experience. I feel bad for those people who lost their houses and starting from scratch. I hope God would spare us all in this coming typhoon. Let us pray and keep our faiths high that God won't let Pepeng harm us. Victims from Ondoy's wrath haven't recovered from their great loss.
I know, because I've seen the wrath of these 3 typhoons. From Reming, Frank and to Ondoy. I hope everybody would be safe.
That's all we can do for now, take care of each other and PRAY.
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