so much fuss about…

ughh. i am so tired. i havent slept for more than 50 hours. yesterday was the 1stdeath anniversary of my grandfather and i decided not to sleep on the hour he died. then there was this small celebration in loyola paranaque. when we got home, i couldnt sleep even if i was really tired. the thing was, i have to wake up at 2am the next morning because my grandmother and i were headed to Bataan. but i couldnt sleep. i fell asleep at about 12am,then woke up at 2, woke the entire household, then we head to camp aguinaldo,the venue.arrived there at 4am. on the trip, i couldnt sleep.haha.

after 4 hours, we arrived in Bataan. while waiting for the President, i climbed the steps going to that big ol’ cross there. Bantayog ng Kagitingan thingy.ahaha. you see, my grandmother’s father was a soldier back then. ahaha.

climbing those steps where awesome, every level gets cooler and cooler as you progress.and you could see the scenery,man!(i’ll upload the pics someday. haha) ahahaha. after a while, i went back to where we were sitting.

oh, i saw Gloria Arroyo, that President!!! hahaha. man,is she short.haha. but i enjoyed her speech,though. she werent looking at a damn paper in front of her and i really enjoyed her story about her father…

had a couple of speeches here and there..

and to conclude what came out of her mouth, she said “maraming maraming maramat.” ahahaha. maramat daw o. ahahaha

im really tired now.haha.my slit eye is kicking. haha. and tomorrow, we will be heading to Capas, Tarlac for another commemoration of the veteran heroes thingy.i’ll be waking at 2am again. maigad, i havent even caught up with my sleep. hahaha.

bye. maraming maramat. hahahaha

a "kapitbahay" of ours died yesterday. and lying on my bed, i thought of something. it was such an untimely death. i think they were not prepared for it. ate mona was like just in her fouties. and i thought, "why is it that almost everyone never talks about death?". hmmm. im just 17 years old, but seriously, i have plans…for my death, that is. some things are personal, though.

i want a black coffin. but cremation is also good, you know. i dont want guys gambling while having my wake.
hmmm, perhaps for the first time, i’ll be wearing make up.
maybe for the first time they would tidy up my hair. maybe for the first time, my skin would be white.
i have no idea if people would visit me. heck, im just a speck in the  wind, why would they bother?
who knows? the day when i lie under the hands of the "embalsamador" would also be the day when first-times and final-times merge. physically at peace, but my soul is not. strangely.

they recently released the results on the newspaper and yes,no doubt, my uncle slash godfather was in it. at page 9 of manila bulletin,January6 2008, you can see his name as one of the new Department of Foreign Affairs guys. his name was number four. well,we went to their house(which i usally do during weekends) and congratulated him. a few days ago, we were celebrating the the new year drinking wine and discussing 80s music.and we got the news before they released it on the papers.

so the discussion now is that if he will be assigned to another country, he will bring his wife(my auntie),his daughter(my little cousin that’s like my little sister), my big sister, and of course, me. hahaha. well, i dont wanna go. that’s the problem.

yeah. that was real. im on vacation most of the time even when im studying. (usually i go about minding my own thing) but this time, its different. im not going to school anymore. well, i would after a few months,anyway. its just that i came here in manila a wee bit late to enroll in any school. oh well. right now, i usually have a spare time. heck, i always had. but in this case, most of the time,im not doing anything.
so then i thought this would be a nice time to go back to my paintings(my tubes of oil color will be turning 3y.o this end of year), painting on everything i see. paper,wood,my cellphone. just about anything. using just about anything that could be used as a coloring medium. i go for spraypaints and oil colors.
but my real target for this week is toys. they call it designer toys. i call it ’so-that-i-have-something-to-do’.
on friday, i’ll go buy some couple of acrylic paints. 18 of them. oh well. good luck to me.

yeah yeah, the thing is that i’m back from that darn province…

i arrived last saturday. took a plane that adopted me for almost 4o minutes. got out of NAIA centennial2, toured around the premises, rode a bus going to cubao(30php) and finally, rode an fx going to cainta. well, it’s a great experience. you know, travelling alone. if you get lost, you cant blame it to anybody but yourself.

soo.. when i got home, they were surprised. really. i never told them that i would be visiting.  so what’s the fuss?

it’s like seeing manila again for the first time. damn. how i missed this place…

anyone who wants to contact me, go ahead. nyahahaha