mahalin natin sila

Igalang ang pari.
Iwasto at ipanalangin ang paring may pagkakamali.
Ikuwento ninyo si Father kay Jesus.
Huwag ninyong pagkuwentuhan sa inyong umpukan ang inyong pari.

goodbye Pong!

Pong lived a fruitful and awesome life inside his shell.

Through his little ways, he touched our lives and became part of it by:

• Laughing with us because of wowowee contestants
• Cheering with us for our favorite basketball team in bTV
• Hanging out with us as we drink and smoke altogether
• Watching a movie and or TV series with us
• Getting angry with Butch and Borgy being so noisy and makulit
• And many other things we do in our living room

Pong is very shy. So shy he does not even speak any word nor present any sound, he is just right there, in his little home, keeping company (always) and spending all his time with us.

Who is Pong?

Pong is that cute little hermit crab which my kuya caught wandering around our kitchen floor.

He picked him up and gave him a world of his own where he can do anything he wants and sleep all the time he wanted.

My kuya even bought him a pasalubong from Sweden, a Swiss flag which gives his cute little home an amazing looking aura.

But I never knew why his name was Pong.

As part of living, our body grows, so as hermit crabs, and when they grow, in the natural scheme of things, they move from one shell to another. Pong can’t do that because we cannot seem to find a bigger shell for him.

Is has been two days since Pong felt ill and we can do nothing but sprinkle him a little water and give him food we think he wanted.

Just this afternoon, as I walked pass by his little home inside his own little world at the top of
Butch’s cage, I sprinkled a few water for him, but he did not move.

Pong is dead.

I hate seeing living things die especially those that I love.

Pong is the best hermit crab which ever lived!

Now, we are left with only three little cute pets.
Gerlie, the female flower horn with a huge forehead.
Butchoy, the skinny brown little Chihuahua who likes to lick sleeping people’s faces.
Borgy, the humungous little pug which gets tired for only about two minutes of running.

my Philosophy Professor's last paper work: discussHAPPINESS

It’s hard to define happiness when you aren’t happy at all.

I’ve been trying so hard to get some inspiration for this final paper in philosophy but I just can’t. I went partying at a disco house last Monday night just to be happy but still I am not.

I could vividly remember those days when people would describe me like this, “Ah si Eda, yung taga Hermosa na palaging nakangiti!” Those were some four years ago and I am missing the experience of a worry-free and sad-free loud laugh. I was still in high school then, a lot have changed for the past four years, now my friends (in college) would say I am an “Emo” girl. Well, they don’t know me and they don’t even care.

Now let me try to discuss what happiness is for me since I don't have a choice but to write something.

Happiness is when you wake up in the morning knowing that there is a prepared breakfast at your dining table, hot and ready for you to munch it all up. It is when you see a lot of unread messages at your cell phone telling you good night and good morning at the same time because you fell asleep talking to them all. It is when you see your ironed uniform hanging tightly at your cabinet ready for you to stain it with a lot of knowledge at school. It is when, before you stand up from bed, your mom greets you with a good morning kiss and hug. Happiness in the morning is when you wake up alive and ready to go for another day in your life, with everything set up for you by your mom, and your friends are waiting for you at school. Happiness in the morning is when you smile back at the bright sunlight whom is looking at you from his vast skyline. Happiness is when forget about our sad and nasty yesterday and move on and create a new beautiful day.

Happiness is when you go to school prepared for your quizzes or long exams or reports even though your eye bags are already hanging loosely from your bulging eyes because you have not had enough sleep from last night. It is when your friends, seatmates and / or random classmate greet you a warm good morning hug, or a chilling “good morning! Pakopya!” and you answer back “Good morning too! Wala pa din akong assignment, kokopya pa lang!” Happiness is when you see your crush staring at you and you crazily talk to your friends just to ignore him then after he pass by, you go oh so kilig. Happiness is when there are a lot of vacant places at your favorite or chosen restaurant or fast food chain for you to stuff you stomach full of foods and again sin, gluttony. Happiness is when you get to seat at the middle of the classroom, unseen and unsuspected of sleeping during discussion time. Happiness is when your project proposals get to be approved by your boss. It is also when there is not a single traffic on your way to and from school. Happiness is when you end your ordinary school day without any laboratory apparatus broken, without your ID being taken away from you by the guard or by the SWDB coordinator or without you failing any of your subjects. Happiness is obtained by breaking the rules sometimes and one day, you’ll realize that the day you became happy and laughed your stomach out was the day you became stupid.

Happiness is when your lover pulls up at your favorite coffee shop and surprises you with a white rose beside a cold cappuccino with a murmur of “I Love You hon.” It is when you get the chance to be together and wait for the sun to set at a beach or a mountain full of memories, just there, sitting beside each other, speechless of the beauty of Mother Earth and the romantic ambiance. It is when he picks you up at the bar when you are already drunk and helpless with your friends and is patiently talking to you until you reach home. Happiness is when you have this special person who cares about you so much, no matter what, in sickness and in health, in ugliness or in beautiful days, who accepts you just the way you are. Happiness is when you have someone to share it to.

Happiness is when you go home and enter your living room laughing because you hear people at your house telling corny jokes or banat lines with each other over and over again. It is when you get to sit in the couch, rest and hear you family members teasing each other. Happiness is when you see your refrigerator full of foods and soft drinks for you to sin again, gluttony. Happiness is when you get to spend the rest of your day with the people you love, family and friends, just being there, keeping company waiting anyone to think about gimmick time when the darkness comes.

Happiness is when you sleep at night, drunk or not, peacefully and is expecting the next day to be the same happy day again, and the next day too and the other day also and all the rest of your days. It is when you get to talk or text with your friends random crazy things until you fall asleep. It is when you are finally done with your report and you also already have memorized everything for the quiz the next day and are ready to shut your computer down and say good night to your facebook friends. Happiness is when finally sandman eats you up for you to rest and be charged and ready for another day to come. Happiness is when you are done chatting for the last time of the day to God and He says to you, “Good night my child.”

In a broader point of view, happiness is when you are emotionally, financially and spiritually stable and basically you are just waiting for your time of death to come. It is when you have your cute children, a handsome husband or a stunning wife, a huge house at a beautiful village, a car or two, a house maid and a regular job, ready anytime for a promotion at an international company. On the other hand, happiness can also be experienced in your simple home, sharing a diner and a TV station altogether with your husband or wife and your gang of children. Or happiness is when you finally have decided to give yourself fully to God and be a priest or a nun, serve His people in need. Happiness is being contented in what you have, even if it may not be the coolest car or the biggest house as long as you are with the people you want to be happy with, as long as your house is called a home.

Maybe happiness is these little things that make us want to live more, to be here on earth longer. But happiness is one thing which cannot be experienced alone. It needs to be shared. You can’t laugh alone in a place full of people, they will think you are crazy; neither can you be amazed at how wonderful everything is; people will think you are delusional nor can you be happy about the things you achieve, people might think you are one damn stubborn person.

Me? I’m not yet happy. College life is miserable for me. A lot of problems arise, they come and go while some never leave me alone and they make me sad.
I guess, I can only be fully happy when I already have surrendered my all to God Himself and the only reason I am living is to fulfill that dream. But it’s still a long road ahead and the path is crooked and rough. Change is a constant in our lifetime.

But one thing’s for sure, true happiness can never be bought or sold nor can it be replaced by any material thing here on earth and only with God can we experience it.

P.S. I’d be really happy if my professor would ace me in my philosophy class.
..diba sir ray ann? :D

Salamat po sa limang taon ng alaala

May 3, 2004

installation: bishop soc
from Manila (like flying to the moon) to Bataan.
Bishop Socrates Villegas
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..tapos madami nang sumunod na nangyari
mt. samat trek
birthday celebration ni mama Mary tuwing September 8
every second saturday formation
youth camp
Christmas Day
pastoral visit sa mga parish
Unang Sinodo ng Balanga
clergy retreat
bagong mukha ng Katedral ni san Jose
BAYANI at BANAL
tau cross
HERO
halo-halo
www.balangadiocese.org website
text quotes
September 28
visit sa mga school
PALAD
NO TO BNPP
Ossuary
bp.Guevarra's wake
Lubid
at maraming maraming marami pang iba
para sa kabataan ng BATAAN

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September 8, 2009

.... nakakagulat ang balita

... magpapaalam na siya
.pwede bang Archdiocese of Balanga na lang?

sa November 2.. babay na talaga
sa november 4: Archbishop Socrates B.Villegas na
Archbishop of the Archdiocese of Lingayen

.. last Updating nila.

... kulang na sila kung may susunod pa.


nakakabingi ang "Archbishop Soc"
tuwing may bumabanggit
kahit na Father Soc pa rin daw..

maraming lumuha.lumuluha.luluha
ang bilis ng panahon

but PART OF LOVING IS LETTING GO.
we should let go. move on.
let him go. let him grow

sulat pa

alam nyo ba kung bakit may ganito?

bored na ang nakaupo!

nagkaklase sa Main Building at FLR, normal na scenario lang yan.
actually, sige, aamin na ako.. minsan ako rin nagsusulat sa desk. o kaya sa libro. minsan kahit sa kamay ko.

heto yung ilan sa dilemma
(based on experience at interview pero yung iba inimbento ko lang)

1. hindi nagkakaroon ng interes ang nakaupong estudyante kasi tinatamad kaya naghahanap na lang ng libangan.

2. hindi nya mainitndihan ang mga sinasabi ng professor.
as in no clue! para bang alien, na hindi alam ang language ng nagsasalita. o kaya naman para bang nanonood ng isang koreanovela na walang subtitle o kayang walang nagdudub kaya naman gumagawa siya ng sariling character na pwedeng kausapin.

3. ang boring ng topic.. na gusto na lang umalis at mag walk out ng estudyante, o ng buong klase kaso hindi nila magawa kasi may respeto pa naman, or sige, minsan dahil lang talaga sa attendance.
kadalasan nakakatulog na yung mga nasa likuran at naiinggit na yung mga nasa harapan.. kaya hahanap siya ng kakampi at mahahanap an desk.

4. parang hinugot mula sa kailalim-ilaliman ng mundo yung boses ng professor. tapos minsan magdadahilan pa ng "Paki turn off naman yung exhaust fan kasi kinakain yung boses ko".. kaya makikipag

5. may quiz / long exam pa sa next class kaya nag ccram na. kinakabahan kasi hindi pa nag-aaral. naghahanap na ng outlet ng stress. nagsusulat. minsan kinakagat na ang lapit o bolpen o pati kuko.

6. may recitation, kunwari busy. Walang notebook na mahablot kaya sa desk na lang kunwari nagsusulat.

7. may naunang sumulat, nag reply lang yung sumunod na umupo.. tapos nag repply din yung sumunod.. at yung sumunod pa.. tapos yung sunod ulit.. hanggang sa napuno na yung buong desk.



kaya lang, hetodi ko ma explain kung bakit nila ginagawa o bakit sila nagsusulat.

marami nyan sa ground floor..
pero meron din sa 4th floor..
kaso nakakatawa sa 4th floor kasi nagkukwentuhan pa sila.
nakakalibang tuloy kpag gumagamit kami ng CR.
meron pa nga doong mga advice na ibinibigay.
sagutan.
:D

.
stressed lang yan.
o kaya
bored lang yan.
o kaya
problemado talaga sa buhay nya :D

fyi: 2 faculties and 1 college yung gumagamit ng mga classroom sa ground floor.
wala pa jan yung mga out sider na maepal
so, we never know.
:D

did i tell you?

Yes, it is still right there..

Waiting for me to come and get it
And once again tell the world about its mysteries ..
.. about its wondrous memories.
... its bizarre story.

Even if yours is somewhere deep
Nowhere to be found
Never to be seen.

Yes, I still keep its promises
Even if many times you do not believe

I am still me after all.