Night Out

6:30: I was babysitting, when unexpectedly Xyza came to our house to fetch me because she said, we would have our batch gathering-uhm, a batch party where only batchmates who only showed up were those who exist and wanted to exist (I know others didn't join for reasons-acceptable or otherwise-but I don't give a hoot). I enjoyed it, anyway.
We were laughing our heads off, drinking beer, reminicsing the crazy memories, putting arms on the shoulders (at least, that was my experience), taking pictures and all that.
12:15: I'm already at home, much of my regret. I wanted to be with them, especially with him hahaha!

I'm On My Idol's Column!

Check this out:

http://www.philstar.com/archives.php?aid=2007122759&type=2


Thank you very much indeed Jessica Zafra!
I missed to buy yesterday's copy of the Philippine Star though. Darn. But I'll find one later (Lord help me again)

Rainy Day And Wednesday

I woke up early in the morning-because my brother woke me up and always-in the hospital, then
I observed that the rain was pouring (insert the Eurythmic song Here Comes The Rain Again here). I didn't actually feel the coldness that it brought because the air condition was in full blast (I think it was, if my memory serves me right) but all I noticed was the sound.
It keeps on raining until now. Love it.

Yule Not Be Happy This Christmas (Just As I Thought)

Background Song: Lead Me Lord

Before long I lost my cellphone (sorry I won't tell you the real and exact details) more than a week now, I already had had a hint that it would go bad this way again-although I wasn't sure as sunrise.
Yesterday, (yes, yesterday) where many people were ready to celebrate Christmas Eve, I was worrying a big knot on my stomach, not because were not ready to embrace,as Erwin Romulo puts it, the day of goodwill towards men, it's because my brother couldn't move his body, he was like a spoiled vegetable. Now, he is confined in an old yet functional hospital. Thanks to my dearly loved aunt for she was the one who pushed to bring him there. My brod was afraid of going to a hospital (I guess, still is). The proof: he asks a million and one questions about equipment and its a functions and others.
I'm praying that Jesus, the Messiah will heal him.

P.S. Merry Christmas to all and to all, please pray for him. Thank you.

Here Is The Secret

Not actually a secret but I watched the quarter part of the documentary film, The Secret last night with a friend.
Needless to say, I was blabbering at the back of our boarding house, when I suddenly took a glance at my friend-she was viewing the said film for their Marketing subject. Then, I saw a person whom I once saw on Oprah-not Jack Cannfield, the author of Chicken Soup for The Soul, who is also a part of the brilliant flick. So, I shared my TV trivial trivia to her and guessed the title of the film-I was right-which also have a book version (I think).
We didn't finish watching it because the eyelids of my friend were heavy already. I just asked her to have another copy because she doesn't own the CD.
That's all.

I Want A Merry Little Christmas

Who woudn't want to have the real essence of Christmas?! (what is the real essence, anyway?!)
I believe in The Bible-The Bible is my bible-wherein I can clearly remember during my childhood days, a Christian friend enlightened me that December 25 is not really the birthdate of Jesus Christ. The exact date is not written in the Christ-inspired book; just his story with Mary, Joseph and others. All I know The Son of God, in the name of Jesus was born!
I want to be happy this Christmas and this will only happen through the Son of God.

The Home

I'm going home, finally, later this afternoon.
Insert: No bad news please-God please.
I will spend my 4 nights & 3 days there (If my calculation is right).

Perfectly Lazy Day

No Classes; today is a holiday! (incase you didn't know)
Not that I'm sad because there's no classes, I'm just oh-so bored.
I woke up early (as always) because I was assuming that I would listen to the radio show of Doris Bigornia and Erwin Tulfo-on RMN-through the internet but I failed to. The computer shop in our boarding house was still close-well, not literally. I missed the commentary show again. I pray to God that on Monday & Tuesday while I'm at home I'll able to listen already (please Heavenly Father; I trust You).

Now, I'm looking forward to watch today's episode of Wowowee and go to the downtown with my friends.

Life Is really Beautiful

I watched the classic Italian film entitled Life Is Beautiful in our Philo class. Indeed, the movie was beautiful-the English subtitle, the cinematography, the acting, and the story.
I can remember a time when we watched this film way back in highschool-that was in 1st year, as told by my friend. True to form, I didn't get the real story of that foreign-language film because I was at the back chatting with friends (I don't know exactly who they were).
Dig this: the lead actor of the said movie won the best actor, but it was the one they call the post-homuos award 'cause he died right after the movie was filmed.

Cleansing Power Of Sunshine

No sign yet on to when the sun will be showing up again.
Anyway, I'm thankful to God that Mina changed its direction (that's the power of prayer).
Thank God.

Mean Mina!

I'm home! My patience was not streched when I was waiting for a filcab at the Naga City Central Terminal. Maybe because I was with a friend who often calms me. We both decided for another half-hour to wait for a van to come because if there's none, we would just ride a bus (the bus!). Thank God, there was a living hero who rescued us, an old hero whose route was not to Iriga but to Daet (thank You and thank you).

I pray to God to lighten up Mina!
please...
thank You.

About, About, About

After a few ages of thinking, I finally decided to create a new blog account-my 5th account, I think.
The title of my new account is borrowed from the first album of L.A. based band, The Byrd.
I'm still waiting for Sarah to design this. She already knows my password, etc.