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25 Books For My 25th Year

Filed under: Books — lilacnpink at 9:41 am on Friday, May 15, 2009

On the 2nd of June, I’ll officially reach quarterlife. I’ve been thinking of the things that I want and this list was supposed to be “25 Wishes For My 25th Year” but I realized that some of the things I’m wishing for are meant to be just between me and my God (well, with the intercession of St. Jude, patron saint of hopeless cases and lost causes). So, I’m going for a more realistic wishlist that other people can actually fulfill. ^_^ They are listed in no particular order.

1) Fragile Things by Neil Gaiman
A mysterious circus terrifies an audience before disappearing into the night, taking one of the spectators along with it . . .

In a novella set two years after the events of American Gods, Shadow pays a visit to an ancient Scottish mansion, and finds himself trapped in a game of murder and monsters . . .
Two teenage boys crash a party and meet the girls of their dreams—and nightmares . . .

Such marvelous creations and more can be found in this extraordinary collection, which showcases Gaiman’s storytelling brilliance as well as his terrifyingly entertaining dark sense of humor. By turns delightful, disturbing, and diverting, Fragile Things is a gift of literary enchantment from one of the most unique writers of our time.

2) The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende
Here is the magnificent saga of proud and passionate men and women and the turbulent times through which they suffer and triumph. They are the Truebas. And theirs is a world you will not want to leave, and one you will not forget.

3) The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger
The Time Traveler’s Wife is the story of Clare, a beautiful art student, and Henry, an adventuresome librarian, who have known each other since Clare was six and Henry was thirty-six, and were married when Clare was twenty-three and Henry was thirty-one. Impossible but true, because Henry is one of the first people diagnosed with Chrono-Displacement Disorder: periodically his genetic clock resets and he finds himself misplaced in time, pulled to moments of emotional gravity from his life, past and future. His disappearances are spontaneous, his experiences unpredictable, alternately harrowing and amusing.

4) The Ultimate Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams
The hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy — The restaurant at the end of the universe — Life, the universe, and everything — So long, and thanks for all the fish — Young Zaphod plays it safe — Mostly harmless.

5) Para Kay B by Ricky Lee
“Me quota ang pag-ibig. sa bawat limang umiibig ay isa lang ang magiging maligaya. Kasama ka ba sa quota?”

6) The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time by Mark Haddon
After stumbling upon his neighbor’s dog, Wellington, impaled on a garden fork and being blamed for the killing, fifteen-year-old Christopher John Francis Boone, an autistic savant obsessed with Sherlock Holmes, decides to track down the real killer and turns to his detective hero to help him with the investigation, which brings him face to face with a family crisis.

7) Perfume: The Story of a Murderer by Patrick Suskind
A murder was the start of his obsession. It was after that first crime that he knew he was a genius, that he understood his destiny. Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, the greatest perfumer of all time, possessed the power not just to create beautiful scents but to distill the very essence of love itself.
8) The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
An unforgettable story of honour, courage, and betrayal set in war-torn Afghanistan as two small boys test their friendship to its limits. Compelling, heartrending, and etched with details of a history never before told in fiction,The Kite Runneris a story about the ways in which we are damned by our moral failures, and of the extravagant cost of redemption.

9) Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett
There is a distinct hint of Armageddon in the air. According to “The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch” (recorded, thankfully, in 1655, “before” she blew up her entire village and all its inhabitants, who had gathered to watch her burn), the world will end on a Saturday. Next Saturday, in fact. So the armies of Good and Evil are amassing, the Four Bikers of the Apocalypse are revving up their mighty hogs and hitting the road, and the world’s last two remaining witch-finders are getting ready to fight the good fight, armed with awkwardly antiquated instructions and stick pins. Atlantis is rising, frogs are falling, tempers are flaring. . . . Right. Everything appears to be going according to Divine Plan.

Except that a somewhat fussy angel and a fast-living demon — each of whom has lived among Earth’s mortals for many millennia and has grown rather fond of the lifestyle — are not particularly looking forward to the coming Rapture. If Crowley and Aziraphale are going to stop it from happening, they’ve got to find and kill the Antichrist (which is a shame, as he’s a really nice kid). There’s just one glitch: someone seems to have misplaced him. . . .

10) Freakonomics by Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner
Which is more dangerous, a gun or a swimming pool? What do schoolteachers and sumo wrestlers have in common? Why do drug dealers still live with their moms? How much do parents really matter? How did the legalization of abortion affect the rate of violent crime?

These may not sound like typical questions for an econo-mist to ask. But Steven D. Levitt is not a typical economist. He is a much-heralded scholar who studies the riddles of everyday life—from cheating and crime to sports and child-rearing—and whose conclusions turn conventional wisdom on its head.

11) Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert
Elizabeth Gilbert tells how she made the difficult choice to leave behind all the trappings of modern American success (marriage, house in the country, career) and find, instead, what she truly wanted from life. Setting out for a year to study three different aspects of her nature amid three different cultures, Gilbert explored the art of pleasure in Italy and the art of devotion in India, and then a balance between the two on the Indonesian island of Bali.

12) Change of Heart by Jodi Picoult
One moment June Nealon was happily looking forward to years full of laughter and adventure with her family, and the next, she was staring into a future that was as empty as her heart. Now her life is a waiting game. Waiting for time to heal her wounds, waiting for justice. In short, waiting for a miracle to happen.

For Shay Bourne, life holds no more surprises. The world has given him nothing, and he has nothing to offer the world. In a heartbeat, though, something happens that changes everything for him. Now, he has one last chance for salvation, and it lies with June’s eleven-year-old daughter, Claire. But between Shay and Claire stretches an ocean of bitter regrets, past crimes, and the rage of a mother who has lost her child.

Would you give up your vengeance against someone you hate if it meant saving someone you love? Would you want your dreams to come true if it meant granting your enemy’s dying wish?
Once again, Jodi Picoult mesmerizes and enthralls readers with this story of redemption, justice, and love.

13) Genesis by Bernard Beckett
Anax thinks she knows her history. She’d better. She’s now facing three Examiners, and her grueling all-day Examination has just begun. If she passes, she’ll be admitted into the Academy—the elite governing institution of her utopian society.

But Anax is about to discover that for all her learning, the history she’s been taught isn’t the whole story. And that the Academy isn’t what she believes it to be.
In this brilliant novel of dazzling ingenuity, Anax’s examination leads us into a future where we are confronted with unresolved questions raised by science and philosophy. Centuries old, these questions have gained new urgency in the face of rapidly developing technology. What is consciousness? What makes us human? If artificial intelligence were developed to a high enough capability, what special status could humanity still claim?

14) The Freedom Writers Diary by Erin Gruwell
As an idealistic twenty-three-year-old English teacher at Wilson High School in Long beach, California, Erin Gruwell confronted a room of “unteachable, at-risk” students. One day she intercepted a note with an ugly racial caricature, and angrily declared that this was precisely the sort of thing that led to the Holocaust—only to be met by uncomprehending looks. So she and her students, using the treasured books Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl and Zlata’s Diary: A Child’s Life in Sarajevo as their guides, undertook a life-changing, eye-opening, spirit-raising odyssey against intolerance and misunderstanding. They learned to see the parallels in these books to their own lives, recording their thoughts and feelings in diaries and dubbing themselves the “Freedom Writers” in homage to the civil rights activists “The Freedom Riders.”

15) The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold
When we first meet Susie Salmon, she is already in heaven. As she looks down from this strange new place, she tells us, in the fresh and spirited voice of a fourteen-year-old girl, a tale that is both haunting and full of hope. In the weeks following her death, Susie watches life on Earth continuing without her-her school friends trading rumors about her disappearance, her family holding out hope that she’ll be found, her killer trying to cover his tracks. As months pass without leads, Susie sees her parents’ marriage being contorted by loss, her sister hardening herself in an effort to stay strong, and her little brother trying to grasp the meaning of the word gone. And she explores the place called heaven. It looks a lot like her school playground, with the good kind of swing sets. There are counselors to help newcomers adjust and friends to room with. Everything she ever wanted appears as soon as she thinks of it-except the thing she most wants: to be back with the people she loved on Earth. With compassion, longing, and a growing understanding, Susie sees her loved ones pass through grief and begin to mend. Her father embarks on a risky quest to ensnare her killer. Her sister undertakes a feat of remarkable daring. And the boy Susie cared for moves on, only to find himself at the center of a miraculous event

16) A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini
Born a generation apart and with very different ideas about love and family, Mariam and Laila are two women brought jarringly together by war, by loss and by fate. As they endure the ever escalating dangers around them-in their home as well as in the streets of Kabul-they come to form a bond that makes them both sisters and mother-daughter to each other, and that will ultimately alter the course not just of their own lives but of the next generation. With heart-wrenching power and suspense, Hosseini shows how a woman’s love for her family can move her to shocking and heroic acts of self-sacrifice, and that in the end it is love, or even the memory of love, that is often the key to survival.

17) A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle
It was a dark and stormy night; Meg Murry, her small brother Charles Wallace, and her mother had come down to the kitchen for a midnight snack when they were upset by the arrival of a most disturbing stranger.

“Wild nights are my glory, ” the unearthly stranger told them. “I just got caught in a downdraft and blown off course. Let me sit down for a moment, and then I’ll be on my way. Speaking of way, by the way, there is such a thing as a tesseract.”

18) The Solitaire Mystery by Jostein Gaarder
On a car trip through Europe with his father, Hans searches for the mother who left them years ago. At the same time, he immerses himself in a fantastic miniature book only he can read: the strange, whimsical adventures of a sailor on an island where a deck of cards has come to life.

19) Life of Pi by Yann Martel
The precocious son of a zookeeper, 16-year-old Pi Patel is raised in Pondicherry, India, where he tries on various faiths for size, attracting “religions the way a dog attracts fleas.” Planning a move to Canada, his father packs up the family and their menagerie and they hitch a ride on an enormous freighter. After a harrowing shipwreck, Pi finds himself adrift in the Pacific Ocean, trapped on a 26-foot lifeboat with a wounded zebra, a spotted hyena, a seasick orangutan, and a 450-pound Bengal tiger named Richard Parker (”His head was the size and color of the lifebuoy, with teeth”). It sounds like a colorful setup, but these wild beasts don’t burst into song as if co-starring in an anthropomorphized Disney feature. After much gore and infighting, Pi and Richard Parker remain the boat’s sole passengers, drifting for 227 days through shark-infested waters while fighting hunger, the elements, and an overactive imagination. In rich, hallucinatory passages, Pi recounts the harrowing journey as the days blur together, elegantly cataloging the endless passage of time and his struggles to survive: “It is pointless to say that this or that night was the worst of my life. I have so many bad nights to choose from that I’ve made none the champion.”

20) Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides
“I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974.” And so begins Middlesex, the mesmerizing saga of a near-mythic Greek American family and the “roller-coaster ride of a single gene through time.”

21) Rich Dad, Poor Dad by Robert T. Kiyosaki
Personal-finance author and lecturer Robert Kiyosaki developed his unique economic perspective through exposure to a pair of disparate influences: his own highly educated but fiscally unstable father, and the multimillionaire eighth-grade dropout father of his closest friend. The lifelong monetary problems experienced by his “poor dad” (whose weekly paychecks, while respectable, were never quite sufficient to meet family needs) pounded home the counterpoint communicated by his “rich dad” (that “the poor and the middle class work for money,” but “the rich have money work for them”).

22) Virgin Suicides By Jeffrey Eugenides
Juxtaposing the common with the gothic, and the humorous with the tragic, author Jeffrey Eugenides creates a vivid and compelling portrait of youth and lost innocence. He takes readers back to the elm-lined streets of suburbia in the ’70s and introduces them to the men whose lives were forever changed as boys by their fierce, awkward obsession with five doomed sisters: brainy Therese, fastidious Mary, ascetic Bonnie, libertine Lux, and pale, saintly Cecilia, whose spectacular demise inaugurates “the year of the suicides”. This is the debut novel that caused a sensation and won immediate acclaim from the critics — a tender, wickedly funny tale of love and terror, sex and suicide, memory and imagination.

23) Everything Is Wrong with You: The Modern Woman’s Guide to Finding Self Confidence Through Self Loathing by Wendy Molyneux
While other self-help books might tell you that something is wrong with you, this book is here to tell you that everything is wrong with you.

24) The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman
Bod is an unusual boy who inhabits an unusual place-he’s the only living resident of a graveyard. Raised from infancy by the ghosts, werewolves, and other cemetery denizens, Bod has learned the antiquated customs of his guardians’ time as well as their timely ghostly teachings-like the ability to Fade.
Can a boy raised by ghosts face the wonders and terrors of the worlds of both the living and the dead? And then there are things like ghouls that aren’t really one thing or the other.

25) Cure for the Common Life by Max Lucado
“Sweet spot.” Golfers understand the term. So do tennis players. Ever swung a baseball bat or paddled a Ping-Pong ball? If so, you know the oh-so-nice feel of the sweet spot. Life in the sweet spot rolls like the downhill side of a downwind bike ride. But you don’t have to swing a bat or a club to know this. What engineers give sports equipment, God gave you.A zone, a region, a life precinct in which you were made to dwell. He tailored the curves of your life to fit an empty space in his jigsaw puzzle. And life makes sweet sense when you find your spot.
But if you’re like 87 percent of workers, you haven’t found it. You don’t find meaning in your work–or you’re one of the 80 percent who don’t believe their talents are used. What can you do? You’re suffering from the common life, and you desperately need a cure.

On A Missed Friend Named Ivan

Filed under: Uncategorized — lilacnpink at 6:11 am on Wednesday, April 22, 2009

I wrote this entry last December 1, 2008 on my Blogspot:

Hindi ko maintindihan iyong mga text na nabasa ko. Naramdaman ko ng may hindi magandang nangyari sayo pero ayokong isipin na ganito.Noong kasama ko nga si Kat at Gem parang masamang biro lang ito. Ang tagal bago tumimo sa isip ko na totoong nangyayari ito. Hindi naman kasi kapani-paniwala. Parang hindi totoo na lumisan ka na at hindi na babalik pa. Noon lang mag-isa akong nakasakay ng jeep saka ko hindi napigilang umiyak.

Kahapon lang iniisip ko ang Botolan. Hindi naman ako makakarating doon kung hindi dahil sayo. Hindi pa natin nakukumpleto ang “Zambalea Trilogy.” In the making pa rin ang “Zambalea Revolutions” pero malamang hindi na mag-showing.

Naaalala ko noong halos sabay-sabay tayong nawalan ng minamahal ni Shai. Malaking tulong rin iyong mga salitang narinig ko mula sayo dahil alam kong nararamdaman mo kung ano eksakto ang nararamdaman ko.

Kailan lang ba noong magkita-kita tayo sa Greenbelt? Hindi naman sumagi sa isip ko na iyon na pala ang huling pagkakataong makikita at makakasama kita.

Hindi ko na makakalimutan ang kantang “Shake Body, Body Dancer” kasi iyon ang ringtone mo at talagang sinasayawan pa natin iyon kahit na nagdadrive ka pabalik ng Manila mula Zambales.

Kapag nakakita ako ng reading glasses na walang lens, maalala kita. Tuwang-tuwa ako sa fashion sense mo at gandang-ganda ako sa mga pictures mo.

Tuwing makakakita ako ng bonfire, ikaw ang maiisip ko. Paano ko ba naman makakalimutan na muntik ng mabarbeque iyong cellphone mo imbes na iyong mga hotdog at marshmallows na binili natin?

Kapag titingila ako sa langit kapag gabi, hahanapin ko iyong Orion’s belt na ginawa nating Orion’s headband dahil hindi ninyo siya makita noong nagstastargazing tayo. Nagpaparamihan pa tayo ng mga bulalakaw na mapapadaan. Natupad ba iyong mga hiniling mo?

Ngayong gabi, maganda ang makikita sa langit. Kaiba ang ayos ng buwan, Jupiter at Venus, parang mukhang nakangiti. Sana alam mo kung gaano karaming pagkakataon na napangiti mo kami.

Ayoko sanang sabihin ito…
Paalam, Ivan.

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On the early morning of November 30, 2008, Ivan was brutally murdered. The first information I got was that he died because of a fire accident. It was so hard to believe that he’s gone. I was just consoling myself by the thought that he passed away asleep and didn’t feel a thing. But then the news came and I saw the reports on online, and what they say is that he didn’t die in the way that I initially thought he did. It was no accident. The fire was just a cover up to hide the evidence of killing him. I can’t think of anyone who would do that to him. He’s one of the nicest persons I’ve known and the flood of posts from different people about the sadness of his lost would attested to that.

It’s been months since he had died and his case is still open. We are still praying, hoping and waiting for justice to be served. His cousins had created a site called “Justice For Ivan” with the hope that people would be able to help us in achieving justice.

It was his birthday last April 11. We remembered and felt the pain of his lost again.

Ang Daming Nagugutom Sa Mundo Atenista Ka Pa Rin

Filed under: Uncategorized — lilacnpink at 5:16 am on Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Isa itong repost mula kay Mara na isang dating kasamahan saMatanglawin, Ang Opisyal na Pahayagang Pilipino ng Ateneo. Nagmula ang repost kay Omar na amin ring kasamahan sa Matanglawin. Ang orihinal na may akda ay si Nicole na kasalukuyang nasa unang taon ng kolehiyo sa Ateneo.

In defense of the Atenean community.

Atenista ako. Pero marunong akong mag-diretsong Tagalog. Atenista ako. Pero marunong akong makipagtulakan sa MRT at isiksik ang sarili ko sa kakarampot na espasyo sa jeep. Atenista ako. Pero hindi ako gumagasta ng libo-libo sa isang pares ng sapatos o sa isang jacket. Wala akong kotse, wala akong driver, at lalong-lalo nang wala akong Wii o X-box o Play Station para mag-Guitar Hero at Rock Band maghapon. Pero hindi ibig sabihin nitong hindi ako singtalino at sing-galing ng ibang Atenistang meron ng mga bagay na to. Hindi ibig sabihin nitong hindi ako bagay na mag-aral sa isang sikat na unibersidad. Hindi ibig sabihin nitong hindi ako Atenista.

Madalas nababansagang maarte kaming mga Atenista dahil sa pananalita namin. Pero matalino lang ang mga estudyante ng Ateneo. Ang kapaligiran, mga propesor, ang estilo ng pagtuturo at pamamalakad ay dinisenyo para manganak at magpalaki ng mga studyanteng hindi lang napipilitang mag-aral ng mabuti, kundi ginugusto talagang maging mahusay sa akademya. Walang masamang maging magaling mag-Ingles. Walang masamang maging gamay makipag-usap sa mga dayuhan. Walang masamang maging marunong makipag-debate at ipaglaban ang pinaniniwalaan mo.

Mareklamo daw kami. Bakit, sa La Salle ba, walang nagrereklamo sa lakas ng ulan? Sa UP ba, walang nagrereklamo sa init ng panahon? Sa Benilde ba, walang nagluluksa pag walang kuryente o mabagal ang wi-fi? Hindi kami naiiba sa inyo. Sa lahat ng mga ganito pa rin ang ideya tungkol sa mga Atenista, wala pa siguro kayong nakakausap na dormer ng Cervini, na galing Cotabato at nagsisikap mag-aral ng mabuti kahit nag-iisa at malayo sa pamilya. Wala pa kayong nakikilalang scholar na minsan kailangang umutang sa OAA para lang may pamasahe papasok. Sila? Nagrereklamo ba sila?

Elitista daw kami. Pero hindi lahat ng Atenista mayaman o feeling-mayaman. Hindi lahat kami “sheltered” katulad nang hindi lahat nang Lasalista negosyanteng Intsik at hindi lahat nang taga-UP aktibista at hindi lahat nang taga-UST ay mga siokoy na lumulusong sa baha. Hindi porke’t “elite” ang school namin “elitista” kami. Hindi porke’t may dalawang Figaro sa loob ng campus namin hindi na namin nasisikmura ang isaw at betamax. Hindi porke’t malinis ang mga banyo namin pinandidirihan na namin ang mga Aeta. Marunong naman kaming manood ng Eat Bulaga at Wowowee at nabalitaan din namin ang break-up nina Dingdong at Karylle. At hindi lang usong damit at UAAP ang inaatupag namin. May pakialam din kami sa mundo. Alam namin ang tungkol sa global recession at krisis sa stock market ng Amerika. Nanood kami ng SONA at naintindihan namin yon. Alam na alam namin ang banta ng global warming, kaya nga hindi na kami gumagamit ng styro. Alam naming importanteng iangat ang estado ng Pilipinas sa mundo, kaya nga kami may JTA. Alam namin ang kalagayan ng mga magsasaka sa Calatagan, kaya nga ginagawa namin lahat ng kaya namin para matulungan sila. At oo, alam naming maraming nagugutom sa mundo, kaya nga Atenista pa rin kami.

Wala pa akong isang buong taon sa Ateneo. Pero alam ko ang mga pinagsasasabi ko. Dahil sa loob ng pitong buwan sa Katipunan marami akong natutunan, nakilala, napuntahan at natulungan. Dahil nakita ko ang puso at talino ng mga taga-Ateneo. Dahil hindi ako maarte, hindi ako feeling mayaman, hindi ako mareklamo, at hindi ako elitista, pero hindi ipinagkait sakin ang pagiging Atenista.

One of Radioactive Sago Project’s albums is entitled, “… Ang Daming Nagugutom Sa Mundo Fashionista Ka Pa Rin”. Vocalist Lourd de Veyra plugs, “Bilhin ninyo ang album namin, “… Ang Daming Nagugutom Sa Mundo Atenista Ka Pa Rin”. I’m not angry at Radioactive Sago. In fact I love Lourd de Veyra. I want him to write me a song. This is just a reaction.

reference: To my fellow parents: On the meaning of an Ateneo education by Agustin Martin G. Rodriguez, Ph.D. as published in The Ateneo Way SY 2009

*************katapusan ng repost*************

Nakuha ng akdang ito ang aking atensyon at napukaw nito ang aking damdamin. Isa ako sa mga taong “HINDI MAYAMAN” na nag-aral sa Ateneo. Isa ako sa mga Atenistang “SCHOLAR.” Naiintindihan ko ang mga nasusulat rito at ang nararamdaman ng may akda. Para ilagay ang mga taong nag-aral at nag-aaral sa Ateneo sa isang kahon at markahan itong “elitista” ay hindi naman siguro masasabing tama at makatarungan.

Malaki ang aking pasasalamat sa pagkakataong makatamasa ng edukasyon mula sa Ateneo at ng edukasyong Heswita. Alam kong hindi lahat ng tao ay nabibigyan ng ganoong pagkakataon. At ang ikinatutuwa ko at higit na ipinagpapasalamat ay ang pagkakataon na matuto hindi lamang sa loob ng apat na sulok ng mga silid-aralan ng pamantasang ito–lumagpas ito sa mga bakod ng Ateneo, sa kahabaan ng Katipunan, at kabuuan ng Loyola Heights at Diliman.

2009 To-Do List

Filed under: Uncategorized — lilacnpink at 6:02 am on Saturday, January 3, 2009

I don’t want to make new year’s resolutions. I’d rather do a list of things I’d like to accomplish before 2009 ends and hope I’d be able to accomplish most of them if not all. ^^;

This is in no particular order.

Go to Trinoma and Serendra
I know I’m so pathetic because they’re just within Metro Manila and yet I haven’t been to them. I’ll just go for the heck of it. ;p

Go to Ace Water Spa with my GND barkada
We’ve been planning to go there, just wasn’t able to organize the “event” properly last year. I want to give myself time off and just relax. And I have a discount coupon in my BJD planner and I don’t want it to go to waste. ;p

Attend a silent retreat
Yes, it really has to be a silent one. I’ve been meaning to do some soul-searching and have quiet time to catch up on my readings and reflections. I know that Victory weekend will be this February, but I don’t think I’m ready for that one yet.

Go to Pagudpod with my Spammers barkada
I would like to travel to the North since you can trace my roots to there. And Pagudpod is such a lovely place. My friend, Gem is going to do the organizing this time since she’s really excited to go there. ;p

Go to Enchanted Kingdom with my brother
He told me he misses going there. I would like to go there as well. And we’ve both been so busy since he worked in Sutherland and I in 24/7, this would be a good bonding opportunity.

Watch Terminator: Salvation with my brother on cinema
I know it’s coming out this year. My brother and I usually don’t watch movies on cinema. We just watch most of them on DVD. But if the movie is “special” to us, we would go and watch them on cinema. (ex. Batman Begins, The Dark Knight, Pirate of the Caribbean series, Transformers) We both like Christian Bale, so we’re going to watch this one on the big screen.

Do that Tagaytay road trip that my DLR friends and I had been meaning to do last year.
Hello! Like, we’ve been planning that for ages and we still haven’t done it. I think this is the year to do it! ;p

Finish reading all the books I have in my collection
I haven’t finished reading some of them because I jump from one book to another. I’ve gone through half of “The Secret” and then there’s “The Purpose Driven Life” that I took a peek at and then there’s “Mere Christianity” which I’ve only read the Foreword.

Reach the 100-lb mark in my weight
I think I’ve been trying this for years, but it just doesn’t happen. Maybe I should give up, huh? =p

Attend all the Optus parties and 24/7 events
I just don’t want to deprive myself of those things. Hehe.

Go to the U.P. Fair
I’m not really into bands and concerts, but I’d like to spend time with my friends from U.P. and enjoy the music. And I’ve already filed a leave for that!

Learn a new skill or take a short course
I don’t know, I just want to learn something new and maybe beef up my resume too.

Get great scorecards at work
I need them for regularization and for appraisal! And I don’t want just good scorecards, but great ones. =p

Fix my career
Maybe this year I’ll be able to decide what I really want to do ;p I hope that 2009 will be a good year for me. ^^;

Save up
I’ve started last year, and I want to continue on doing it.

Wish me luck!

On My Happiness

Filed under: Uncategorized — lilacnpink at 7:03 am on Wednesday, December 17, 2008

I’m not completely happy but nonetheless I’m happy. I admit that there’s still something missing in the equation, but I feel positive anyway.

I feel so blessed and there are a lot of things I am grateful for.

I had a rough start for 2008. There were a lot of complicated and crazy things that happened to me and I got into this year, but I’m so glad that things still turned out well for me.

I’ve recently lost a friend, but I’ve proven that things really do happen for a reason.

I just hope this positive outlook continues.

Laying Ivan To His Final Rest

Filed under: Uncategorized — lilacnpink at 3:43 am on Sunday, December 7, 2008

Yesterday (December 6, 2008), we had laid Ivan to his final rest. I made it a point to go to the funeral despite the fact that there were some small sacrifices I had to make.

I went there with Shai, Nats, Gem, Mer and Iris. Since most of them had gone to the wake, they explained to me what Ivan’s parents had explained to them regarding the truth about his death.

The mass was held in the St. Michael’s Church within their village. I think it was a mistake that I didn’t bring my sunglasses because I did cry so hard that day.

The choir was just practicing and singing “Hindi Kita Malilimutan” and my eyes were already tearing up. But what really made me cry hard was seeing the contrast between the Ivan inside the white casket and the Ivan on the picture, so alive and so vibrant. It was a very beautiful picture. It was a picture taken by Niccolo Cosme for his One World project. I remember he posted it in his Multiply site. All throughout the mass, Tita Luz, Ivan’s mom, couldn’t let go of the frame. She was hugging it so hard, holding it close to her heart.

It was so painful seeing his family and friends mourn. His family was just two rows in front of us and we could really hear his mother’s sobs.

I couldn’t stop crying during the eulogy. It was so sad to hear the lost of a beautiful person. Ivan had a lot of friends. He gave color to a lot of people’s lives. If we were hurting a lot, I couldn’t imagine how Jujin, his best friend, is feeling right now. Losing Ivan was like losing a part of himself.

I saw two friends from Cendant there, Rej (Sato) and Remjie. They were from Ivan’s other set of friends. We all had the same sentiments, it was so sad that we had to see one another that way. Rej is currently working in Dubai and Rem is working in another company. I haven’t seen these guys for a long time and it so sad that when I hugged them when I saw them the reason wasn’t because I missed them a lot but because we were mourning the lost of a common friend.

Gem said that we’re like schizophrenics. Inside the car, we were laughing because we were remembering the beautiful and fun memories that we shared with Ivan. But during the mass and during the final blessings, we were crying because we do miss him and it hurts knowing we had lost him. We laughed, we cried, we laughed and cried again. It was a crazy morning.

I told them that it feels weird whenever I come across his name when I look at my mobile phone and Yahoo Messenger. It doesn’t feel right to erase him as a contact though I know he’ll never text me nor PM me again. We all decided to keep his name there.

It still hurts and I know I’ll miss him, but I’m glad and grateful to have known him and be a part of his life and he a part of mine. I’ll continue praying for the rest of his soul and justice for his untimely death.

Ivan, I miss you. I love you, my dear friend, and you’ll always be in my heart and prayers.

Paalam Ivan

Filed under: Uncategorized — lilacnpink at 7:13 am on Monday, December 1, 2008

Hindi ko maintindihan iyong mga text ng nabasa ko. Naramdaman ko ng may hindi magandang nangyari sayo pero ayokong isipin na ganito.

Noong kasama ko nga si Kat at Gem parang masamang biro lang ito. Ang tagal bago tumimo sa isip ko na totoong nangyayari ito. Hindi naman kasi kapani-paniwala. Parang hindi totoo na lumisan ka na at hindi na babalik pa. Noon lang mag-isa akong nakasakay ng jeep saka ko hindi napigilang umiyak.

Kahapon lang iniisip ko ang Botolan. Hindi naman ako makakarating doon kung hindi dahil sayo. Hindi pa natin nakukumpleto ang “Zambalea Trilogy.” In the making pa rin ang “Zambalea Revolutions” pero malamang hindi na mag-showing.

Naaalala ko noong halos sabay-sabay tayong nawalan ng minamahal ni Shai. Malaking tulong rin iyong mga salitang narinig ko mula sayo dahil alam kong nararamdaman mo kung ano eksakto ang nararamdaman ko.

Kailan lang ba noong magkita-kita tayo sa Greenbelt? Hindi naman sumagi sa isip ko na iyon na pala ang huling pagkakataong makikita at makakasama kita.

Hindi ko na makakalimutan ang kantang “Shake Body, Body Dancer” kasi iyon ang ringtone mo at talagang sinasayawan pa natin iyon kahit na nagdadrive ka pabalik ng Manila mula Zambales.

Kapag nakakita ako ng reading glasses na walang lens, maalala kita. Tuwang-tuwa ako sa fashion sense mo at gandang-ganda ako sa mga pictures mo.

Tuwing makakakita ako ng bonfire, ikaw ang maiisip ko. Paano ko ba naman makakalimutan na muntik ng mabarbeque iyong cellphone mo imbes na iyong mga hotdog at marshmallows na binili natin?

Kapag titingala ako sa langit kapag gabi, hahanapin ko iyong Orion’s
belt na ginawa nating Orion’s headband dahil hindi ninyo siya makita noong nagstastargazing tayo. Nagpaparamihan pa tayo ng mga bulalakaw na mapapadaan. Natupad ba iyong mga hiniling mo?

Ngayong gabi, maganda ang makikita sa langit. Kaiba ang ayos ng buwan, Jupiter at Venus, parang mukhang nakangiti. Sana alam mo kung gaano karaming pagkakataon na napangiti mo kami.

Ayoko sanang sabihin ito…
Paalam, Ivan.

Happy ^^;

Filed under: Uncategorized — lilacnpink at 12:09 pm on Monday, November 3, 2008

I was feeling down earlier because of an issue that seems to never end. But thanks to my friends, I realize the other things that I should be thankful for.

Thank God for friends who make me smile. Thank God for technology because even if I don’t get too see most of my friends a lot, we have a lot of means to speak with each other.

And thank God for my work. Work makes me ecstatic. I’m not kidding. I’m really happy. I don’t get how fast I bounced back from my melancholic self earlier in the morning to the giddy self that I had the whole afternoon and evening at the office, but hey, I like it. I can’t remember the last time that going to work makes me excited. I look forward to going to work everyday and it’s so refreshing to feel this way after a long time of dreading to go to work. It feels so great. I love it.

There are a lot of reasons for me to be happy. ^^;

Books For Sale

Filed under: Uncategorized — lilacnpink at 2:47 am on Sunday, September 21, 2008

I need space for my new books, so I’m selling stuff that aren’t part of my collection on eBay. Just check out the stuff there:

Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult

Confessions Of An Ugly Stepsister by Gregory Maguire

Wicked by Gregory Maguire

The Virgin Of Small Plains by Nancy Pickard

Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus Starting Over by John  Gray

It’s Called A Breakup Because It’s Broken by Greg Behrendt

I’m Not Missing You

Filed under: Uncategorized — lilacnpink at 11:24 am on Thursday, May 22, 2008

“I’m Not Missing You”
by Stacie Orrico

Oh, Oh
I’m not missing you
Been through just about everything that I could go through
When it comes to relationships
Don’t know what I was missing or why I ain’t listen
When I told myself that was it
Now here I go, hurt again
Cause of my curiosity
Now that its over
What else could it be he just had to cheat

I made a promise never to settle
Why didn’t I keep it?
‘Cause I hated the heartbreak
Crying and cheating, the fooling around

[Chorus:]
(But) I’m not missing you
I’m not going through the motions
Waiting and hoping you call me
I’m not missing you
You might have had me open
But I must be going because
I got life to do
I know I’m usually hanging on
I used to hate to see you gone
But this time its different
I don’t even feel the distance
I’m not missing
I’m not missing you

Its a shame in a way cause
I feel that I may not ever find the right one for me
Did I leave him, is he right in front of my face oh
Will my true love ever be?
Why would I go on a search again
When I know what the end will be
What good is love when it keeps on hurting me?

I made a promise never to settle
Why didn’t I keep it?
‘Cause I hated the heartbreak
Crying and cheating, the fooling around

[Chorus x2]

No I can’t be with you
Cause I’m scared felt like I was falling when you left me
I can’t keep going through life
Unaware of what I missed
And the person I could be
Love’s good when its right
And when it’s left in your memory
All the times I let you down
I guess love will be nice for someone else’s life

[Chorus]

(But) I’m not missing you
I’m not going through the motions
Waiting and hoping you call me
(I’m not missing you)
You might have had me open
But I must be going because
(I got life to do)
I know I’m usually hanging on
I used to hate to see you gone
(I used to hate it)
Oh different, oh see the distance
I’m not missing
I’m not missing you

I’m not going through the motions
Waiting and hoping you call me (knockin’ at my door)
You might have had me open
But I must be going because
I know I’m usually hanging on
I used to hate to see you gone
Oh different, feel the distance
I’m not missing
I’m not missing you

I’m not missing
I’m not missing you(yeah, oooh)
I’m not missing you (oh baby)
I’m not missing you

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