And it's time for the much awaited trip to Zamboanga. It's my first time to go to Mindanao - Yipee! At least after this I can say that I've been to at least one place in each of the major islands in the Philippines. :)
Well, the family's kinda paranoid - my mom is rather. I know she's just taking precautions about telling her siblings how to execute stuff in CASE something happens... *faint* but you can never feel so secure in such an environment. Anyway, in the spirit of the moment, (Lord, I don't want this to happen) I don't have much stuff to leave anyway so my stuff, my friends, my good friends, take good care of my stuff. I love ya all. Thanks for taking care of me and putting up with me.
BUT and well, I know I will come back safe, Thank you paren and well, please continue taking care and putting up with me. hahaha
Hmmm, what else? We'll be staying in this place called SkyPark Hotel, where I hear is at the Center of the city. We're not staying at my parents' honeymoon place (Lantaka) since it's full but we might visit anyway and tease my sister since she was probably made there. hahhaha
I'm actually excited to go not because I can set foot on Mindanao but I heard there's lots of stuff from Malaysia and other countries coming into Zamboanga and they're probably cheap - so yey happy happy happy. I love em ethnic clothes. hahah wheee..
So there, wishing you guys all the best for the next four days (see, sandali lang, Im sure di nyo pa ko mamiss non haha). Do pray for our safety and an enjoyable trip. Stories and pictures to follow once I come back. :D
Friday, June 23, 2006
Thursday, June 22, 2006
revisiting the past..
This may sound more like a jimson blog than mine..but what else can you do if you have all the time in your hands nowadays?
A visit to Ateneo to finally claim my lab breakage and have lunch with some friends pushed through today. I saw Sir Bobby Guev walking towards Dela Costa and waved. He still remembered my name, "Hi Cha." He shouts out, 'ano nang ginagawa mo ngayon,' and I say, "Sir, bum" and he goes, "tama yan, enjoy mo muna."
Spoken like a true comforting theology teacher. I hated him at first but it turns out one of his lectures would change my life forever.
Anyway, that's besides the point actually. After some lunch and ice cream, I came home and thought about what I was going to do. Basically, the answer is NOTHING. So, I looked around and found an old CD I haven't really seen in about 4 years so I decided to give it a try and by george, it still works!
The CD was the souvenir of our graduation ball. Entitled 'Through The Years," it showed pictures and video clips of stuff that we did from Pre-school to High School. And well, I wasn't so sure how to react. Any normal person would cry, I guess. My mind was actually racing, where was I in these events? My mind was thinking, "I knew I took part in these events, but where was I?"
I realized that high school flew by. There was Pilgrim's Progress where the whole batch goes "eyes have not seen, and ears have not heard..." There was the 3rd year cheering competition... There was Jeco, singing in the chapel (who looked very comfortable. haha) There was Jim and there was Billy, both lighter than they were now... There was the retreat where we all complained why we can't go out of town like everybody else... there was, there were a lot of events.
And we all looked pretty happy and satisfied. We all looked young. we all looked innocent. Those were the days. I know I haven't seen many of my batchmates since we graduated from high school, and I was shocked by the memories that were awakened at the sight of the people in the video. People trading cell phone numbers (cell phones with antennas still being the trend), people hugging, people crying, people jumping up and down the chapel as if it was just any home.
Time flies fast. On a personal note, I remember creating the Epistles thing for the batch. Not that I'm taking credit for it of course, but it was an inspiration to all of us who organized it. The painstaking ways of keeping it secret and uniform, the people who didn't get who they wanted to sponsor, and well, the 'forced sponsor' to bond people or mend gaps between them. I miss doing things like that...writing letters to friends and non-friends (acquaintances fine) and think of the good things (and bad things) that you can say about them. It was a fun channel of communication and I was happy that we were able to do that...
High school was such a nice memory. Growing up with those people was such an experience that i wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Yeah, our school grounds may have been rough but the collectiveness that we have found in our small batch of people every time there was a basketball game or an event to be performed is priceless.
:)
A visit to Ateneo to finally claim my lab breakage and have lunch with some friends pushed through today. I saw Sir Bobby Guev walking towards Dela Costa and waved. He still remembered my name, "Hi Cha." He shouts out, 'ano nang ginagawa mo ngayon,' and I say, "Sir, bum" and he goes, "tama yan, enjoy mo muna."
Spoken like a true comforting theology teacher. I hated him at first but it turns out one of his lectures would change my life forever.
Anyway, that's besides the point actually. After some lunch and ice cream, I came home and thought about what I was going to do. Basically, the answer is NOTHING. So, I looked around and found an old CD I haven't really seen in about 4 years so I decided to give it a try and by george, it still works!
The CD was the souvenir of our graduation ball. Entitled 'Through The Years," it showed pictures and video clips of stuff that we did from Pre-school to High School. And well, I wasn't so sure how to react. Any normal person would cry, I guess. My mind was actually racing, where was I in these events? My mind was thinking, "I knew I took part in these events, but where was I?"
I realized that high school flew by. There was Pilgrim's Progress where the whole batch goes "eyes have not seen, and ears have not heard..." There was the 3rd year cheering competition... There was Jeco, singing in the chapel (who looked very comfortable. haha) There was Jim and there was Billy, both lighter than they were now... There was the retreat where we all complained why we can't go out of town like everybody else... there was, there were a lot of events.
And we all looked pretty happy and satisfied. We all looked young. we all looked innocent. Those were the days. I know I haven't seen many of my batchmates since we graduated from high school, and I was shocked by the memories that were awakened at the sight of the people in the video. People trading cell phone numbers (cell phones with antennas still being the trend), people hugging, people crying, people jumping up and down the chapel as if it was just any home.
Time flies fast. On a personal note, I remember creating the Epistles thing for the batch. Not that I'm taking credit for it of course, but it was an inspiration to all of us who organized it. The painstaking ways of keeping it secret and uniform, the people who didn't get who they wanted to sponsor, and well, the 'forced sponsor' to bond people or mend gaps between them. I miss doing things like that...writing letters to friends and non-friends (acquaintances fine) and think of the good things (and bad things) that you can say about them. It was a fun channel of communication and I was happy that we were able to do that...
High school was such a nice memory. Growing up with those people was such an experience that i wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Yeah, our school grounds may have been rough but the collectiveness that we have found in our small batch of people every time there was a basketball game or an event to be performed is priceless.
:)
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
college is over - and so it sank in
college is over. has been over for around 3 months now. work has been occupying other friends' schedules; while classes have started again for others...
and where am i?
home! hahaha
sometimes you wake up and you enjoy the long catnap you just took. and think of something like "omg!record breaker, 12 hours today?" but then you think again, and realize you've been enjoying so much of sleeping that well, it's probably about time to stop sleeping and eating and start thinking of getting to work as well.
the pressure has been great. the company's not doing well. my mom's not taking it so lightly and well, it seems like manly has no where to go but towards closing.. 30 years.. it must be painful for her..so there, charissa ching is suddenly thrown into a world where she has to find a job - not that i wanted to stay in manly anyway. but well, with it doing not so 'wow' then well, the persistent whisper is like "go get a job, why did u take up psych anyway, why didn't you take accounting para you can work in a bank."
*FAINT*
there is actually no other thing to do but that *faint* even my brother has gotten me into these bro-sis talks wherein he gets to say, "so what are your plans" i don't know if its the lack of focus or just the fact that im willing to be thrown anywhere (except call centers and such - cmon the ateneo education will be wasted. hehe) and experience new things...
i guess it really is time to get out of this im a bum thing and start waking up earlier.
we'll see. yawn.
and where am i?
home! hahaha
sometimes you wake up and you enjoy the long catnap you just took. and think of something like "omg!record breaker, 12 hours today?" but then you think again, and realize you've been enjoying so much of sleeping that well, it's probably about time to stop sleeping and eating and start thinking of getting to work as well.
the pressure has been great. the company's not doing well. my mom's not taking it so lightly and well, it seems like manly has no where to go but towards closing.. 30 years.. it must be painful for her..so there, charissa ching is suddenly thrown into a world where she has to find a job - not that i wanted to stay in manly anyway. but well, with it doing not so 'wow' then well, the persistent whisper is like "go get a job, why did u take up psych anyway, why didn't you take accounting para you can work in a bank."
*FAINT*
there is actually no other thing to do but that *faint* even my brother has gotten me into these bro-sis talks wherein he gets to say, "so what are your plans" i don't know if its the lack of focus or just the fact that im willing to be thrown anywhere (except call centers and such - cmon the ateneo education will be wasted. hehe) and experience new things...
i guess it really is time to get out of this im a bum thing and start waking up earlier.
we'll see. yawn.
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