A Freshie ARKI student.

BUSY, BUSY, BUSY, BEE. I'm not kidding..

proof of that... here's the blog I was supposed to finish about college but I figured I would never end up with enough time to finish it anymore.

First Week(s) of School

It's almost a month since the first actual day of College and I haven't even wrote anything about it. I guess college started like a storm to me. I was there, sitting, remembering my expectations. On the first day, June 15th, I got to know half of my classmates or rather, blockmates though I can only vaguely remember their names at that time. I recognize a couple or so people from Facebook. They added me and informed me that they were my classmates a week before the school year started. It was a little awkward, everybody was basically staring in space and not talking. And there was a group of guys talking really casually with their uniforms in the far right of the room, and they seemed really close. We later figured they were from higher years.

Reconnecting.

I seriously have the best group of friends/classmates ever.

After being away for them for most of the school year.. I pretty much doubted if they still remembered me. At times, I feel utterly ridiculous to be posting anything that expresses how much I missed them just because I think I'm way too attached to them. Or, because I fear that they don't feel the same the way I do towards them.

I was proven wrong a week ago when one of them suddenly talked to me on the ever helpful, Yahoo! Messenger. They were in their general rehearsal for the graduation the following day and they bought a laptop over and had it connected to the internet. Then, we video chatted.

Talked about random stuffs and then invited me to their graduation. They said they were gonna bring a laptop again. I did stay up and wait.. until I cannot hold my sleepiness, anymore. I know they were gonna be busy with the agendas anyway. But most of the time, I wondered if I would ever be able to hold back my tears when I witness their speeches and cries.

A week past, and everyone who's supposed to be here arrived. I contacted, and it felt just like old times. Met Paulene a couple of times during her enrollment and talked randomly about everything.

It's amazing that the distance didn't damage any of the relationships we've created through the years. It's amazing how much time has passed, yet it stills feels the same to be with these people. It's amazing that no one can ever replace them. I love you, 10-Einstein of Far Eastern Private School Batch 2010!

PS - Just so you know, I've started this blog like 3 weeks ago, so the not-so specific reference of dates aren't entirely accurate.

Layout

I finally changed the layout into how I wanted it to be. Everything was in the left side before, and I kinda found it irritating, so there, I centered it. It took me a lot of time, since I'm not very knowledgeable in HTML and moreover, CSS codes. I've read a lot of tutorials and did a lot of observing just to center everything out. Luckily, my efforts paid up after achieving my goal. Hahaha.

My next goal: to put up the 'comment' link under each posts. After HOURS of simply, finding out how to center the boxes, I decided it's enough for a day. So I'll do that one tomorrow.

I have another story from today, that is in no way related to this post, so I'll write about that on my next post. :)

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It's great when you step in and make a difference. Especial if it's a good one.

Moony Night.

Hahaha. So, I was informed like an hour ago about the beauty of the moon. I quickly went outside, check the windows to see if I can view it from the limited sky in our home. Unfortunately, all I could see were the daily stars that appear on the night sky. I then asked permission from my dad if I can walk around the block to see if I can view it... 'cause I was totally curious on how it looked. I was disappointed.. I didn't see anything new. So I just got back on my computer and googled endlessly for pictures, informations, etc. And like my usual self, I don't stop until I'm completely satisfied. I found a lot of pictures in my 5 minutes search.. and here are the pictures I liked:

This was the best picture I found. (I think) it was purposely captured in a 45 degrees angle. I like it, because of the quality and the angle it was taken. (From: http://twitpic.com/1ob5dd; http://www.flickr.com/photos/vinish/581160509/)

*For some reason, it got lost on Twitpic, where I found it first. But then, I found it on wikipedia, and found the uploader from Flickr. I wanted to give credit to the right person.

I'm not too sure if the star is real because of its perfect rays, but its pretty anyway. (From: http://www.flickr.com/photos/skybluecloud/4611177599/)

From: http://www.flickr.com/photos/photo-bear/4611042245/

The moon and Venus in its perfect alignment. (From: http://www.flickr.com/photos/rickyescobedo/4611542154/)

So there, its the moon and the Venus.. being very close for (probably) the first time. I think this must be a big deal to the Muslims because this is their symbol. I'm not completely sure about its meaning in Islamic culture 'cause I couldn't find much reference of it. But a star and a crescent is ALWAYS present in the top of the mosque. Usually, in the top of the biggest dome of the building. I know that because I've lived in UAE for almost 5 years and there's literally like a mosque in every corner.

Oh, some of the pictures are from Chinese countries, I guess because of the Chinese characters in the captions. But I've read somewhere that it was only seen in Asian countries like from Sumatra to the Philippines, I think? Hahaha.

Enjoy. :)

Updates.

Mom: Who taught you to be dishonest?

Kid: Satan.

Smart answer kid, really smart. Hahaha. The parent said that after that, they made him read the 13th Articles of Faith and let him repeat the word "honest" at least 5 times.

I just thought I'd share that because I'm so amused with the kid.

Anywaysssssssss...

So, I've been running in and out of the house these past few days. There's been a lot of errands to run to.

Friday, I went to my friend's dentist to check my braces and if she can continue my treatment. My dentist asked for my former dentist's email address so she can ask some information and told me to get x-ray and a new casting of my teeth.

Next, we met up the owner of the Yorkshire Terrier and checked the dog. We found her online (www.ayosdito.ph) and she was being sold for 26,000 pesos.. which is actually pretty cheap for a female Yorky. The price for the dog usually ranges between 30,000-38,000 for female and like 15,000-30,000 for male.

The only thing is, she's already a year and a month old. But, that's actually more of a plus to us 'cause then, she can give birth and we can sell her puppies. :P

Also, she's so fragile and small that its scary to hold her at first. I was shocked to see her as small as a chihuahua.

She likes cushions.

Last price given was 24,000... but our budget is only 20,000. My dad didn't intend to get a dog more than that. So he brought exactly 20k and a hundred for our way home. The owner eventually gave in, after like an hour of talking and convincing that we only brought 20k.. and my since my mom is out of the house, no one would actually send money or something.

She was so cute that even I was willing to give a thousand bucks when the owner was firm about giving her for 21k.

She's quite thin, for a normal yorkshire.. that got us quite worried.

We came home with no one at home because mom went to the Temple... and sis was still in school. So they were totally surprised when they arrived and saw the dog.

She adjusted quite fast and we noticed that she's disciplined after all.

We later noticed she has some tick.

Macy, close-up.

The next day, we had a community service to attend to. We brought Macy(the dog)because we felt bad leaving her behind. The community service was quite fun.. we scrape the walls of this public elementary school because it was plastered with a gazillion of ads from politicians who ran for something last election.

There was actually another community service.. a story-telling activity in a school in Bulacan but we already planned to bring Macy to the vet after cleaning up, so we skipped that.

Part of the group scraping the walls.

Most of the group. Some are in the other side, so we weren't included in the picture.

We had the assistance of the local firemen so we had them water the walls for it to be easier.

*Look at how abused the walls are.

Inside the Elementary school.. the tree was so pretty, I couldn't resist taking a picture! It actually looks like some kind of part or something.

We passed by the mall to get Macy her basic needs.

We then got home to eat lunch and explored the market area in Tandang Sora to get anti-tick medicine for her.

Hahaha, we're like obsessed with her because she's oh, so adorable. No one is as obsessed as my little brother though. He's been waiting for AGES to own one.

P.S. I'd upload more pictures, but my net wouldn't let me. I might sometime. :)

Thoughts.

I realized that...

The best time of the day is the seconds,the minutes or the hours before you fall asleep.

But, it is also the worst.



A lot of thoughts came with this realization.

For some reason, the quote from 'Tuesdays with Morrie'--"Once you learn how to die, you learn how to live."--just stands out to me. The meaning is simple, when you know you're dying, you give your best to everything.. you become optimistic and you try to make everything worthwhile. And that's the correct way of living life.
I noticed that a day can be compared to our life, as a whole. Simply, before we sleep, we reflect on our day, think about what we've done.. and hope that on the next day, we can make the wrong right. The only problem is, when we wake up, we forget... and maybe, we let our prides eat up our decisions. And then, we're still the same person we were yesterday.


Somehow, I feel like I've parted with my first few sentences... the last paragraphs doesn't seem to support it but, whatever.. it makes sense to me. And probably, only to me.
Let me point out the obvious meaning of those sentences, it is the best time, because you can fantasize or plan for your next day. The worst because the bad things you've done is finally sinking in.. then you feel guilt. Or, the most excruciating time of the day keeps replaying in your mind.. and it either makes you angry or make you cry.

I've got nothing to say anymore. It seems like my paragraphs doesn't even relate to each other. So I'll just end it here.