Friday:
September 14 2007
We found out the sudden demise of a friend, co-debater, and schoolmate Michael “ mike” Ong, we may not be that close but we will forever treasure the memories we shared, the SABAW moments in our training, your crazy answer in the question in our screening because you just want to go home for it’s raining outside, the last smile you gave me when I jokingly told you “ hoy Ong!, umatend ka nga ng training tatakas ka nanaman e.!” You will be miss!
When we went home that night, the house is a wreck, no household help to be found only to find out that they left us, because we have been suspicious of them because there are money and phones that had been missing at home.
Later that night two of our dogs fought and trying to stop them, my mom was bitten, both on her left and right hand and it’s been pretty serious she can’t use her hands.
Saturday:
Fifteen
Since there is no one to clean the
house, I have to wake up at 5am, earlier than I usually do when I go to school, I
have to bathe Kellogs, I helped inside the house, it’s been pretty tiring
gaaahh I like doing household chores but since I graduated from highschool I’ve
been such a prima donna that I only do chores limited to my personal stuff.
My appointment to watch a play in CCP
was cancelled (I want to Watch Mulan!) because my mom needed to sleep that
bad, she has fever my brother’s somewhere with his friends, my dad’s at work. I
felt bad going out leaving my sisters and mom alone. It’s funny because I felt
really responsible to take care of them; maybe it’s my eldest daughter instinct
going.
Around 9am, (It feels like 12pm,because I woke up early and I am already hungry.) new household help arrive,Iyubsyou Joy! But since she’s new I have to help her out, orientation with me and mom, and I have to deal with our dogs too, because for now she’s a stranger for them. (That’s feeding 12 dogs twice a day and bathing 9 dogs. Don’t ask me
about their poop…)
Sunday: Sixteen
I woke up early, clean our rooms and
do some light stuff, and getting ready to go out, I am going to watch Romulus
d’ grayt at PETA and my family will go to MOA. Haha that’s like two opposite
places.
It has been a nice and tiring day too!
Monday:
Seventeen
I went to Bilibid Muntinlupa with the
rest of Beda’s BLF students. Me with the seven other students broke the rule,
haha, we went their on our own, (which they call, taking a little risk) why did
we do that? We don’t want to pay 110pesos for transportation riding a jeepney,
too expensive and with the rest of our 1million and one reason. The few minutes
ride is filled of laughter but seeing the high barb wire fence, suddenly we want
to chicken out and it became that scary especially when we parade inside the
medium security jail going to their elementary school, which we are assigned to
stay and interact with the inmates, because all the shenanigans there are
looking at us, proving Jean-Paul Sarte philosophy of stare.
Tuesday:
Eighteen
busy, busy day…as one of the assigned
usherettes in the symposium held at Rosendo Herrera hall, I was supposed to
help in decorating the place, which I failed to do because I’ve been into a
tampuhan with a friend which lasted only for a few minutes, but when I went
back to the place, they finished everything only technical stuff was left to
work out. Through texting with people I found out that my professor in
broadcast media took an indefinite LOA, which really affect us, because she has
been a real nice professor and this thing is going too fast for all of us. And
majority of the class wants her to stay. (Meaning, it’s possible that it’s not
simply an LOA but something else.)
After the symposium I came to
conclude that it’s not only the student body who are hard headed but also the
faculty, as an usherette it’s my duty to lead them to their respected chairs,
which I felt stupid in doing so, because every time I do they would shrugged
everything I say and go on sitting wherever they want instead. (It would have
been nice if all of them would nicely tell me that they don’t like to sit where
I lead them to, instead of treating me like I should not care because I am
merely a facilitator.)
Segue: ansarap nung cassava na binenta
nung sociology class.
Good thing, the symposium has been
successful, that Sir Jacome, told us how thankful he is, that it won’t happen
if it weren’t for our help and all and if we saw his stapler, because it’s
missing and if we do “utang na loob, paki balik!”
Wednesday:
Nineteen
Sarah and I were not able to attend our
western history class because we were stocked in the middle of SLEX for failed
engine, gaaahh…after what seems like forever, some officials arrived to check
the problem and told us his own findings (which wasn’t really the
problem.)Afterwards he asked are you girls, related? Like sisters? We look at
each other and laugh doing all of it in a synchronize motion and said “hindi,
po!”
Thursday: Twenty
All I know is my kapatid, Sarah
had a crazy day, and I was just happy to not have the supposed long quiz in
Algebra!
We met our new prof. in
broadcast, she is the same prof. we have in Phil. Literature. She’s a good
professor and very nice too, but we are still hoping for our old prof. to
comeback, I even signed the signature campaign made by my classmates to be
given to the admin.
Friday:
Twenty One
Fpm group: We talked about Mike, we
shared stories he left for us, and we really missed him, debate circle will
never be the same without him, Mico his bestfriend might not attend the
training because his not part of it anymore and everytime I see Mico I would
feel sad because grievance is written all over his face, how he is still not
over the fact that Mike is no longer with us. wala na si KimChu
namin. He’s also my partner in debate we are assigned to be the bouncer every
time the screening is on going because he’s 6’2 tall. And we do love scaring
people trying out to be part of the circle. We also plan on wearing a paper bag
with holes only for eyes and everything’s covered so no one will know who’s me
or him. We also talked about how he was supposed to be the jack in jack in the
box, every time a debater would make a nonsense argument about a particular
topic.
Saturday:
Twenty Two
After bathing the 9dogs of ours.
I’m simply cramming and going crazy…gaaaaaaaahhhhhh…too many deadlines to
meet…pressure…stress!
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