I have never really asked myself if I’m ready to die nor if I want to die but I guess we really don’t have any options, we will die, someday and somehow.
Few years ago, my “Lolo-Dadah” died. He was a man of great wisdom having been a former principal in Bicol University, being one of the founders of U.I and having countless of medals, awards, certificates of merit pinned on his wall. I truly was amazed by him. Although I am not sure of how old he was when he died (I think he was between in his 80’s and 90’s) -really old, bed ridden but can still talk. I always enjoyed Christmas when I was a kid because we would go to their house and they would give us (his “apo-apohans”) gifts, fruits and money (*yeah baby!). And he would tell us stories about our parents, about how life was back in the 70’s, about the unfussiness of their lives when they were still kids while he comfortably sits in his wheel chair. I was a kid then and it never occurred to me that one day, this man whom I call “Lolo-Dadah” will stop telling us stories, will stop giving us gifts, will stop breathing and eventually be gone-FOREVER.And so when he died, I felt really confused and sad at the same time. On his funeral mass, one of his grandchildren (with the first wife) was asked to tell something about Lolo. He was 7 years old and he came from U.S so he was fluent and all (and he had a very cute kid accent).
This is what I can recall about the things he said that afternoon…
“Lolo is a great man, a true model to all us. And being a child, I have never really understood as to why God takes the special persons in our life. So until I understand God’s plan, I’ll just pretend that Lolo is sleeping and that one day he’ll gonna wake up”
I am still like that kid; I have never really thoroughly understood why God takes away our loved ones. Although death is inevitable, I just wish that I will die before my loved ones do. I think I cannot live without my parents, even the thought of them growing old is too much for me. I would cry whenever I would see some gray hair on my father’s head or whenever I see him without his denturesL.
Death is certain, a summation of our existence, and proof of our being human. No one really knows when it will be knocking in our doorsteps, no one will ever will. We’ll just have to prepare ourselves that someday, after all the troubles that we have gone through, after all the blissful moments, we will be standing at the end of our roads.And when that moment comes, I will definitely see my Lolo-Dadah once again, and he will tell me stories or perhaps give me gifts and fruits(!!!) although I am not sure if he can still give me money (lol).
Until then, keep sleeping lolo. One day you’re gonna wake up…I’m sure you will and all of us (ur apo-apohans) will be there.:)
She is reviewing for her State board’s examination in Guam and every fweekin’ day she would harass me with out-of-this-world questions that my cranial capacity couldn’t handle. I mean I’m taking up computer science for your information, not medicine. Few minutes ago, just as I was busy reading some scripts she asked me this:
Do you know why your shoulders don’t fall off your body even if you carry heavy bags/things?
I was thinking really hard for a moment and then it suddenly hit me, how would I fweekin’ know?!! Then she laughed and we laughed together. I guess I’m mad too.
And now instead of studying scripts, I’m blogging.
I read one of her books the other day at the train station. Whoa. Full of **** words I can hardly recognize. I mean anterior fontanelle, posterior fontanelle, foramen ovale, carotid canal? Yikes. Good thing I’m taking up computer science. But on the other hand, my course is **** complicated too. Ever seen a script? (javascript). Have you ever made one? Do you know C++/C? Wehehehe.
You have to figure out this script with your professor just teaching you the basics in scripting.
My sister’s world…
tibialis anterior shaft of tibia and interosseous membrane medial cuneiform & base of first metatarsal deep peroneal nerveextends the foot; inverts foot at subtalar and transverse tarsal joints; supports medial longitudinal arch.
She memorizes this. (wala pa ‘to sa mini-memorize nya)
I always ask my friends and my sisters which for them is the easiest course and they all have similar answer. H.R.M.
But if you really want to earn money you have to go through these things. And as for me, I am so into computers. (I am greatly astounded by the powers of computer) Murahahaha* (at biglang naging evil si ghett). Waaaah. At si ate naman, masyado siyang interesado sa katawan ng tao. Halimbawa parte ng kuko mo, pwet mo at kili-kili mo. Interesante naman talaga dibah?. Hehe.
Ok ok, I have to return to my scripts.
Before I forgot, the answer to my sister’s question (Do you know why your shoulders/arms don’t fall off your body even if you carry heavy bags/things?)
is…
CORACOHUMERAL LIGAMENT
-supports the hanging arm, prevents inferior dislocation of humerus.
Now tell me, how the hell would I suppose to know that? My sister still thinks I’m a genius. How presumptuous. I better tell her the truth soon….
…that I’m just intelligent and not genius. Murahahaha*
Pink doll shoes, cute Capri pants, white top, pink bag, and a touch of make-up- indeed I had stepped out of my cocoon and have become a real girl (or have I really?). I never expected that when I step into my college years, people would be interested in my “availability” (in a matter of speaking). Real girl ka na nga eh, legal na raw.
Many times I have been asked on how many boyfriends I have had relationship with. And when I’ll tell them that my parents are strict (much more are my sisters!) so I had none they would cut me off and would tell me “Sus, uso pa ba yan? Probinsyana ka noh?” And I will tell them - - - “Oo, uso pa to! At least sa amin di uso ang mabuntis noh!” (hindi nga ba?? Hmm..)
They wouldn’t really believe that there are still girls out there who follow their parents “thou-shall-not-have-a-boyfriend-until-I-tell-you-so” rule. (And much more if you are (*ehem), a bit cute) and all the while, they wouldn’t believe you and would just presume that you’re one naughty liar. I have learned from this, and had so many experience of this scenario that whenever someone would ask me - -“Naka ilang syota ka na?” my reply would be - -“Madami na! (Wala nga ako maalaala)” and they would ask “so, you have a boyfriend right now?” sasabihin ko- -“Oo, so hindi na pwede, friends na lang tayo ha” and that would shut them up.
Is it really the mentality of teenagers nowadays? (I-outcast ba ang sarili? hehe) ..dapat padamihan ng syota, paastigan ng mga naka-relasyon at ang pinaka importante - - -“dapat may special someone ka”.
Eh paano kung wala?, paano kung ayaw ko pa? ,paano kung may mga mas importante pang bagay bukod dyan? Paano kung di pa talaga pwede? Will that put me a step lower than your level? Hell no! It’s just a matter of choice kung baga.
Being single has its advantages too. 1. You can have as many suitors as you want (as long as they can wait until you can graduate in college-para skin to’). 2. You can have a crush on every cute guy in your school. Ah yes, you can be a coquettish creature indeed. (punyemas! dalawang dahilan lang naisip ko.hehe)
Ok I admit, there had been a couple of times that I was sure I was going to say “yes” to a relationship, but then again I would think, what would be the effect on me? Magiging mas masaya ba ko dahil may syota na ako?
Pag may syota ba ko maipapasa ko lahat ng subjects ko?
Matutuwa kaya parents ko? (hindi!)
Or maybe, that someone whom I could have had relationship with is just not “all-that” to me, he is just isn’t “it” (The “It”, Mr. Gooey, Mr. Hearty). Baka hindi ko lang talaga trip. O baka takot lang talaga ako.O baka naman…wala lang. (Mabubuhay kaya ako sa baka? - - -oo naman! Nyahaha)
So until my father breaks the “thou-shall-not-have-a-boyfriend-until-I-told-you-so” rule, I’ll remain single (asus!). So no matter how many Adonis, Larry(s), J-van(s), Michael(s), John(s), Jay(s), Patrick(s) …… come my way, my hypothalamus must (in a full force order) restrain its feelings. Pin it down baby. Be Patient, there is always a right time for that.
Sana
nga lang makayanan ko pa. Nasa red alert hypothalamus ko ngayon. Wehehehe.
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Pag-uwi ko sa Bicol, magluluto ako ng corned beef (gaya nung sa tv bah!), paaamuyin ko sa papa ko ang sarap ng amoy ng delata, at baka sakali (kagaya ng sa commercial) pag tinanong ko siya ng…
Ako: Papa, pwede na ba akong mag-boyfriend?
Papa: (habang inaamoy ang corned beef) SUUUURRRREEEE….
(And while I was writing this, a tune was playing in my head…)
Mangarap ka, mangarap ka… Dinggin ang tawag ng iyong dugo… -After Image-
I was already comfortably lying in my bed and just waiting for “Hey Arnold” and “As told by Ginger” (my sleeping therapy) to air in Nickelodeon when my hands itched and suddenly found its way pressing channel 8. Ah yes, Abs-Cbn.(Thursday night, Maalaala was airing of course) It was a story between two sisters who were fighting over one man.
Through the course of the story I abruptly said, as I witnessed the “dramatic part of the story”..
Ghett: Hayup man na tarantanda! Patal na tugang na hanep! Waah.
Ay punyemas! Nagkasala pa ako dahil lang sa panonood. Buti na lang at di ako na high-blood (hehe). I can hear a part of me saying, “ang puso, ang puso..calm down”
Lesson learned: Don’t ever watch this kind of dramatic stories where you know that you’ll just end up cursing the characters of the story.
(At talagang binuksan ko pa ang pc para lang isulat ito! Pambihira.)
uhm.wait.uhm ay syet! I forgot, sooner or later, my sister is going to read this and I can almost predict what she’s going to tell me.
Ate dearest: Alisin mo yang blog post na yan, kelangan ka bang magmura ha? Ganyan ba tinuturo ngayon sa AMA?
Uhm ate dearest, freedom of speech po.
- - -
Your freedom ends where the freedom of others begins.
Ok ok,
mali
na ko. Sorry. (And while posting this, the author was praying 3 “Our Fathers” and 1 Hail Mary.)
Willie: Ibig sbihin ikaw ang bumubuhay sa pamilya mo?
Bata: Opo.
Willie: Ilan kayong magkakapatid?
Bata: Dalawa po.
Willie: Ilang taong gulang na kapatid mo?
Bata: Patay na po. (sabay pahid ng luha)
Willie: Bakit anong nangyari sa kapatid mo?
Bata: Nagkasakit po, pero wala kaming pambili ng gamot, 3years old po
sana
siya. (pahid ng luha)
As I was watching the Wowowee show the other day, I couldn’t help crying seeing these street children tell their stories on national television. It pains me dearly hearing how excruciating their life seems to be and being able to experience it at a very young age.
Just imagine…
You are 5 years old, your parents doesn’t have any job, and you painstakingly dig your young hands to other people’s trash wishing and hoping with all your might that maybe, just maybe, someone has thrown something which can be of use to you. At the end of the day, you’ll earn 20 pesos (50 when you are really lucky), you’ll go to your house (if you can call it as such having just “yeros” and “sako” as your walls and rooftopL) and your parents will get what you earned and buy 1 can of sardines(tuyo’, gulay, etc.) and rice for the family. After which, you’ll have to say, just as you are about to enter shut-eye town, that life indeed has been cruel to you.
….. (at nabaling c ghett sa isang banda)
My sister parked her car in front of Westin hotel (nagtatanong ng magandang place para sa isang romantic dinner) while I was left in the car park staring with great bewilderment, a group of aristocrats wearing formal dresses (mga pang prom ba, nyahaha lakas!) bidding farewell to each other. I believed that they just had their “usual family dinner” in their favorite hotel-Westin (uhm!). I saw a girl, perhaps at the same age as mine, waiting for her “sundo” and then I saw it, a brand new white Chevrolet (halatang bago, promise). Just as I was busy looking at these people, I noticed a girl who seemed to be 6-7 years old clutching a big doll. She was so pretty that is why she had caught my attention. I thought she was lost but then I again, she seemed calm (kaya naman pala…) following her were her three maids (yaya’), pushing three wardrobe holders (lalagyanan ng damit ng models…wehehe) all of which were hers! Such a filthy rich kid, I can sense her every move telling me that “I’m-worth-a-billion-kid”, and I was sure I saw some money growing out of her hair.
After seeing this, sadness was drowning me. I could have died right there and then (hehe), thanks to my sister who finally went back to the car. Don’t get me wrong, I was far from being jealous (promise) but the thought of having these people, living in luxury, having their usual family dinner in a prestigious hotel, seeing that well heeled kid makes me feel really sad knowing that somewhere out there, a kid in his 5 years of living, is crying his way to sleep having an empty stomach, knowing that a 3-year old baby just died because his parents don’t have any money to buy him his medicine, and knowing that someone is dying of hunger out there.
I couldn’t quite understand how these people manage to be happy knowing that the less fortunate ones could very well need their help. If they can just throw their old Mango tops, Burberry jackets, their old Girbaud shoes or perhaps just try to be helpful, a life may be saved.(pero madami rin akong alam na mga taong tumutulong sa kapwa nya, astig!)
Pilipinas talaga oh, makikita mo ang mga pinakamayayaman at mga pinaka mahihirap. Nandyan si Juan, sumisimbolo sa tipikal na Pilipino at andyan naman c Thomas ang aristokrato.
….
2 kids were asked what they would do if they were given a single bread. (pandesal lang ha)
Rich kid (taga
makati
): I will go home and I will ask my mommy if we have peanut butter or if we have ham and eggs in the fridge.
Less fortunate kid (taga payatas raw): Uuwi po ako sa bahay at hahatiin ko ang tinapay sa apat para makakain rin yung kapatid ko at yung mga magulang ko.
pero mas malala sagot ko..tinanong kc ako ng ate ko about this eh..tini test nya ako..
AKO: uhm, ifi-feed ko sa aso yung tinapay.
(nyahaha.mas brutal pa pala ako. at least animal lover ako dibah? hehe)
*sigh
Where is Juan right now? He has gone astray. He feels alone. He is troubled and is nearing his end
Ghett is a wannabe journalist who writes about almost everything. She is dependent to her sisters/family (*ehem), to her computer, to her camera and most specially her mirror. She barely does house chores for she believes that her hands are only meant for the keyboard alone. She can sit in front of the computer the whole day without eating by just designing her website (which by the way is not really hers) and reading java scripts which later on she’ll have trouble editing. She rarely eats rice, yet she stays healthy. She wants to prove that sprite is the real universal solvent and not water. She also believes that she has a minuscule talent in dancing (although the only dance step she can ever recall is grinding). She can also sing (which, by the way, has been proven in a lot of video singko’s sa mga kanto sa manila). She also plays the guitar but she never does learn how to tune it. She is her sister’s number one offender (ehem*) BUT she is the most caring and the sweetest among the Salcedo clan (that is, according to her). She has also acquired her sister’s sleeping habit, which is, she’s asleep by day and awake by night that is why you’ll catch her sleeping in her school’s canteen. She eats, she blogs, and she studies. And so yes, you’re right, GHETT is a robot, a pretty robot that is.:)
yesterday, aug.07,o5′ sunday-we watched a play @ cpp entitled "romeo loves dew-liett" (idunno if my splln is ryt but hu carez?.) it was one of the best plays i have ever seen. filipinos are really creative and funny! u should watch it guyzz. it was quite a naughty play, erotic in some way but still it managed to get a positive and "wholesome" feedback.(considering that the majority of the audience were *ehem** still young.) sobrang nkktwa tlga. there was this moment na dpat kaawaan mo yng bida kc namatayan cya ng insan..pero magmura ba naman? haha.so funny talaga.2 thumbs-up.
i have always been fond of "writing" eversince i was a kid.i remember being one of the humor and leisure writer in our elementary days. i created puzzles for young minds and little write-ups about this and that..and i believe, since then that i had tiny-eetsy-beetsy spark in writing.
i can still remember the day with mrs. &%$#$ (grade 2 teacher) when she asked our class who, among us, can give a complete sentence.(grade 2 medyo maliliit pa utak namen)
batang "ako": i raised my hand*( everyone looked at me..impressed cla)
teacher:ok you!
batang ako: ako po mam?
teacher: yes,you dear.dibah pamangkin ka ng kumadre ko? ok give me a sentence.
batang ako: ay mam, mag c-cr lang po ako.
hehe..sayang pinalampas ko yung moment ko. i could have given her a decent sentence that very moment.eto naisip ko..
I am leaving in Legazpi.
haha..not until i turned 9 did i realize na mali ako."living" pala dpat.
kawawang bata.
"Ever After" by Bonnie Bailey(remix)pindutin nyo ang "play button" to hear ghett’s fave disco song
(before reading, for your own delight:)~ you might wanna click the play button found on "mah fave" blog entry..para naman may music ka habang nagbabasa.(x_o)
i have been planning so long to write about the political crisis our country is undergoing that i have forgotten about writing it(seriously!.silly me) everytime i watch the late night news, all i can see is these people marching down in makati, having their own street party (or whatever they want to call it) saying yadiyadiyah..blah blah…saying our dear president is doing a lousy job in running our country. honestly,i "was" not a gloria-supporter in the beginning but lately did i realize how capable she is of her job(u go girl!hehe) let’s face it, being a president is not a very easy job~ you can’t just go to your office and simply type awfully long paper works, or simply mumble "good morning ms. scott, this is gheetzz from &*%$# how may i help you? blah blah blah.." or pretend to be working while you are just chatting with your distant friends abroad:).being a president or merely accepting to be one takes a lot of responsibility and with it, comes great pain and sacrifices(spiderman?hehe). i can’t imagine my mom not spending a single day with me and not being able to talk about how my crush stared at me in the canteen or watsoevurr:)
some filipinos, based on my observation, are a bunch of whiners. they want "sudden" changes. if they want this, they want to get it "ryt away" .patience.patience.they seem to be lacking this..people are complaining and rallying down the streets for they believe that our president cheated on the last year’s election.i want proof… i want proof that all poticians except our accused president, won "fair and square" during the past elections.i mean i can only name few.(sa tingin ko lng ha.) even before, politics has been linked to cheating and backhandlings..even in books!(may it be in fantasy world or chipmunk’s domain) i am not saying that i entirely support our pres… it’s just that i don’t want our country to be known throughout the world as the country with the most impeached presidents (which i think, some of our fellowmen are aiming to do.) there is a right process for this. again, i repeat i am not hundred percent at the back of our president..i’m just in the midst.
in times like this, we should be united..but the other way is happening. some of us blames our president for the vast unemployment and our deflating economy. why blame it on her? the world is changing.and so are the prices.it is not entirely her fault. if i pick you out at that exact place you are sitting and proclaim you the president of our country, can you assure me that in the next 5 years or so banana cue would still cost P7.00? i think not. even superman can’t do that or even harry potter in that manner.
there was this night, that i had a chance to watch a certain program about our country’s current situation. i watched, with great annoyance, an old lady (perhaps in her 60s) poking the cameraman of a certain network with her umbrella.awwz..grandma, kahit matanda ka hindi mo po pwedeng gawin yan. when i see them rallying, it is as if they’re a bunch of death-eaters(h.pttr) ay sumobra naman ata.hehe.i mean they’re like hot-tempered old folks, poking everyone who blocks their way.kung ako yng cameraman(buti na lng naging gurl ako.haha) ay naku, hahablutin ko pustiso ng lolang yun.peace tau la! ok, serious na. after the poking session, the scene altered. a lady in her 40s was yelling in front of the camera(with her kumadres..)shouting
kumadre 1: *&5$^# yan na glo.. na yan!
kumadre 2:pan…! p….ak!
kumadre 3:patalsikin na yan!.. and she shouted (in a much higher tone) hanggang ngayon wala pang mga trabaho asawa namen!!
all(kumadres): patalsikin! patalsikin!..(sabay ngiti sa camera) uy artista!
they’re complaining because their husbands hasn’t got any work yet.. eh papaano naman makakakuha mga yan..(i’ve watched the latter part of the show showing some our unemployed kababayans, sitting with their kumpadres drinking alcohol- -tanghaling tapat! wow.) i have known many business tycoons who came from poor families, who have undergone cruelties in life but still managed to pass the downside of their lives with just "perseverance, faith and a tough soul" in hand. instead of complaining about this and that, try looking at yourselves. "life is what you make it".why blame your fate on someone else?
(grabe ang haba n ng sinulat ko, ano nga ulet topic ko?? hehe.biro lng)
haay basta.kung ang bansa natin nakakapagsalita cguro ’sisigaw neto, "tama na! sobra na, maawa naman kayo sa mga sarili nyo"
kya for the students out there(like me) mag-aral tayong mabuti para sa future naten.para someday we wouldn’t be caught marching down the streets and shouting with all our might, our supressed dreams.blaming our altered luck to someone else. mag-aral tayong mabuti para mabago ang mga mali!. nothing is permanent except change. magbago na tayo! maging henyo.at bukas pag gising naten..masaya nanaman ang mundo.
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