Best Week Ever (?)

Stupid, stupid computer. There was no Internet connection for the whole weekend! My goal of writing straight for weeks is gone. You know, I really thought I could easily catch up, and maybe I could tweak the dates to make it look like I was updating everyday (but who's being fooled? Myself.), but when a day passed and I wasn't able to post, the next day and then the next, I really felt lazy. I lost the motivation. I had posted for nearly two weeks straight and because of skipping a day - one day, mind - I became too lazy to write again, like how I was some weeks back. I'd have to start from scratch again. Bummer.

Complaining again. Anyway, let me tell you how I've got a hectic week ahead. Well, who doesn't have? I scrolled through my dashboard and guess what, almost everyone's complaining of the loads of things to do. Will it matter if another soul complains too? Now I guess I'm joining the ranks of pressured, haggard juniors ranting out their trials and tribulations.

For one, there's the "talumpati" for CAF (still struggling with it), a soliloquy for CAE (turns me to jelly when I think of it), a book report (reading Jane Eyre; I'm only at page 78, out of 565 pages. Yikes), a few deadlines, a few mastery tests, and a few other little things. Not to mention exams next week (already!). Yes, a few little things. Easy-peasy. Being a junior is a blast.

God help us.

Words, Words, Words:They simply fly in the air

"When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice."

-Cherokee expression

"It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry
I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye."

-The Call by Regina Spektor

A Dog Story 2: Missed Me? -said the poodle

He was lost, and now he was found. He was dead and now he is alive.

Yes. Ren-ren's back! Safe, sound, and a tad shaken, but alive. And home.

Mang Claro found him this morning at our neighbor's house. The story was that the neighbor found him, took him, and caged him. Apparently he was the one barking last night. And we thought it was only a haluccination, that our shocked brains were tricking us. I could just imagine the horror that Ren-ren went through last night, locked up and alone. He must have nearly gone mad.

So this morning, just before we went to school, he was back. My little sister was so overjoyed that she cuddled and carried him all around the house. I could tell our yayas were totally relieved. When we left the house, they were fawning over him and wouldn't even allow him out of the front door. Unfortunately, I didn't get to pet him or what because I was too much in a hurry. All I remember is Ren-ren in Regine's arms, and if I'm not mistaken, he was happy. If dogs can smile, maybe he'll be grinning from ear to ear, with a look that says, "Missed me?"

Well, well, we sure learned our lesson. We'll be paying attention to you now, Ren-ren. No need to get jealous of the other dogs. Next time, please, don't do this again! You'll make us all insane.

Now everything can go back to normal. Thank God you're home.

A Dog Story: Missing Poodle

Missing. Lost. Gone. Perhaps even dead.

Where is he? Where is Ren-ren, our poodle? Where, where, where? Wish he'd come back.

Today totally sucked. When I got home from school, I found out that Ren-ren's missing. No one saw him go, no one saw him taken, no one knew where he went, no one knew where he is right now. In a minute, the whole house was on fire, with everyone searching for Ren-ren. Papa went around the streets, asking for him. My sisters went too, riding in the car and yelling Ren-ren's name, stopping at every bark of a dog. The yayas were frantic, because of course they were here all day so they were responsible for Ren-ren.

Lord, we miss Ren-ren. My little sister was nearly hysterical already, crying and blaming the yayas. She even made a video of herself, reporting, "ACTV News...This morning, a dog was...He is Ren-ren (sob)...Please, if you find him (sniff. cry.)...return him to us...reward is P1000...!"

The rest of the night is spent in misery. As of now, while I'm typing here, Papa is still going out and looking for him. My sisters and I are already reminiscing about the good times with Ren-ren, looking at photos and telling each other stories about the last time we saw him. I in particular remember how I wouldn't let him enter the house and would shoo him away.

It's as if he's dead. But, Lord, please don't take him yet. He's still alive, somewhere out there, probably missing us. He'd go crazy without us.

He was our first dog. I remember how he first came to us as a little cottonball of fur, all sweet and adorable. He grew up with us; we grew up with him. Oh no. I just remembered! It was his 7th birthday on September 19, and we forgot. Each one of us. God, I feel so guilty.

What if Ren-ren got tired of us and got mad because we forgot his birthday so he went off and vowed to never return? Or what if he saw another dog and his basic instincts took over him so he chased after that dog and got lost? Or what if someone found him, roaming in the rain, and took him away? Or worse, what if someone stole him, to sell him, or to turn him to dinner?

We were all imagining the endless possibilities of what happened to him. Just some minutes ago, we heard barking from a nearby house. We began thinking that it might be him. Maybe it's just a figment of our depressed minds. Like just a second ago, I thought he barked right outside the door.

Lesson learned: We only realize the value of something when it's taken away from us. Like Ren-ren. He was old already and we didn't pay him that much attention compared to when he was a pup, because we have younger, more energetic puppies right now. Old Dog was forgotten.

So now that we learned our lesson, can you please come home now, Ren-ren?

"To Mama: I miss you so much, I wish you're back."

A poem my sister wrote, and her drawing. (Note: She wrote everything. I didn't change a word. Just so you know...) For mama and mothers all over the world:

My mother is like a sun

that makes me shine.

My mom is my guardian

that leads me to the right way/path.

My mom cheers me up when I feel bad.

My mom is like my doctor and nurse

who heals my wounds.

I miss her so much,

I wish she's back.

By: Regine Anne S. Lacanienta

Mommy, I love you!

Love: Regine your beautiful daughter

Randomness: Plain Rambling

Yippee! Today, September 19, Sunday, I am celebrating ten straight days of posting in my blog. Hah. Obviously, today's the 10th day and I am proud of myself for blogging at least once a day these past days. Well, I know some people blog so many times a day, but for me this is an achievement because I don't usually have this determination. I mean, ten days ago I made a goal that I will post everyday and with sheer perseverance, I did it. Now you might think ten days are too short and I should only be congratulating myself when I've reached ten months (or ten years. Or maybe never.). But never mind. This is just to motivate myself. Now blogging once a day has become a part of my daily routine. Though it's kind of hard, you know, because you have to have lots of ideas, and sometimes I just become stuck. But writing (I'll just call it writing instead of blogging; it sounds more...encouraging. Whatever.), as I have said before, is the best medicine indeed.

Oh no, I'm rambling again. Let's move on to more important matters. First and foremost, I have no idea what to write about today (well, considering the lengthy paragraph above, maybe I do have some idea) and I'm just going to settle on plain ranting and rambling. Second, I'll ramble for a while now.

Today is Sunday and homework day for me, but now it's past six in the evening and I haven't done anything at all. Heaven help me. I woke up very late and then I spent the whole day finishing a novel. I've finished it now, by the way. But after finishing it I realized, I'm dead. I've wasted my whole day! Hey, not really.

Anyway, I got to end here. We're still going to church. I'll be praying for the night ahead of me, that I will be saved from my father's wrath when he sees me still doing homework. And that I may sleep a little early. Eleven will do.

Play The Black and White Notes Together

I love Saturdays. Aside from the fact that it's weekend and it's my free day from school (as a rule, I don't do my homework on a Saturday. Just so you know.), I also have my piano lesson. Now who is happy sitting down for an hour and playing the piano nonstop with a teacher looming over you?

I am. Well, happy with the playing-the-piano part, that is. I am happy when I sit down in front of the piano and I play away for hours and I don't even realize how much time had passed. I am happy when the seemingly lifeless and challenging notes in front of me come to life, the sounds flying in the air and filling me from head to toe with satisfaction. I am happy when at the end of a hard day at school, I come home and let out everything by playing the piano. God knows how much life loses its meaning without it. Really.

So the happy-with-the-piano part now settled, let's go to what I don't like about it. What I'm not happy about it: playing a new piece.

Like today, for example. I got a new piece to study and it just sucks when it's the first time you see a piece and you have no clue how to play it. You painstakingly try. What happens is that you trudge through every note, pausing here and there, trying to make sense out of the crazy jumble. It's frustrating, you know. So with my new piece, a sonatina, I want to scream. It's my assignment for next week and I find it so hard to play. All Greek to me.

Gawd, I'm complaining. I should shut up now. But you know what? I guess practice does make perfect. And a new piece is good so I won't be stuck playing the same thing all over and over again. Right? Besides, the good things far outnumber the bad ones. Focus on the good and practice to get the torture over and done with.

I'll play the piece a thousand times over and over again, so wish me luck.

A quote to inspire me:
"If you want to make beautiful music, you must play the black and the white notes together. "
-Richard Nixon

Aye, Mr. Nixon.

Dare To

Dare to...
Ask for what you want.
Believe in yourself.
Change your mind.
Do what you love.
Enjoy each and every day.
Follow your heart's desire.
Give more than you receive.
Have a sense of humor.
Insist on being yourself.
Join in more.
Kiss and make up.
Love and be loved.
Make new friends.
Nurture your spirit.
Overcome adversity.
Play more.
Question conformity.
Reach for the stars.
Speak your truth.
Take personal responsibility.
Understand more, judge less.
Volunteer your time.
(e)X-perience the moment.
Yearn for grace.
Be zany.

By Meiji Stewart

The Problem's With Myself

"Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings. "

- Julius Caesar Act I, Scene II

Simple, isn't it? Oh well, if not, here's the quote in plain english then (from here):

Men can control their destinies. The reason that we are oppressed, dear Brutus, is not a matter of fate, but because we don't do anything about it.

Got it? Good.

I found this quote particularly striking. It's like the quote is speaking to all of mankind, that we should stop being lazy brats who don't do anything to make a difference in the world.

We are the ones who control our own destiny, not heavenly powers. The problem is, when something goes wrong, we put all the blame on God or on Cruel Fate (does "why me?" sound familiar?), not realizing that our own selves are the ones to blame. It is our fault that we become underlings, or slaves to fate, waiting for things to happen. We don't have enough resolve to take action.

So dear friend, quit sitting around and praying for blessings. I mean, praying's all good and fine, but pray and pray and do nothing, and what do you get? Nothing. When something's wrong, when we want something, then let's go and do something about it.

Make things happen, instead of sitting on the sidelines. Another quote from the Bard: Nothing comes of nothing.

Simple, huh? Wish it was easier done than said.

Custard + Macaroons = Custaroons!

Delicious, mouth-watering merienda today. Papa brought home some pasalubong from Manila, as he usually does, and today we have two little boxes of some so-called "Custaroons", by Gigi Gaerlan (the name of the bakery perhaps). So what do you do when there's a box full of soft, fluffy, tiny yellow macaroons coated with custard, that looks straight from heaven?

Eat it, of course. So I took a bite.

And what a bite it was. The minute it entered my mouth, I was in seventh heaven. I could almost hear a chorus of angels singing in the background, and for a second, for one heavenly moment, I sat still and didn't breathe. The custaroon melted instantly in my mouth, but I could still feel the grainy bits. It was so sweet and luscious that I didn't want to swallow it straight down my throat.

From that moment on, I knew I wanted to eat custaroons forever.

"Help! How do you swallow a pill?"

This is my sister's usual cry of despair every night when we have to take our iron supplements. It is always plain torture to her. Every night she has to endure hours -yes, hours! - of trying to gulp down the pea-sized pill (which has already been chopped into quarters. Now how big is that?).

Every night: She would sit at the table, take a deep breath, put the pill on the middle of her tongue - but she'd show it to us first, saying, "Is it in the middle already? Or should I put it farther back?" - and her face would be filled so much agony you'd think she's going to die. Then she would take a big gulp of water, and instead of swallowing, she'd keep the pill swimming around in her mouth, her cheeks big and round, and her face scrunched up in concentration. Then if she'd be lucky - mind you, that would be a miracle - she would have enough guts to swallow it all down and move on to the next bit. But if she couldn't bear it anymore, or maybe my little sister had just made a face (to annoy her), she'd simply gag and spit it all out. Sometimes spraying things around her. Which is a bit gross, you know.

It was always a scene at our house, with our Manangs cheering and saying they're her fans. Before the complicated procedure of her taking the pill, she would always lament on why she was so... cowardly. Yeah, that's what she would always say. Too afraid of choking that she forgets how to swallow.

"How can I do this if my mind is scaring me and telling me I'll choke?!" Then she'll go on on how her tongue becomes paralyzed, that she doesn't trust it all. Then tonight, she told us about a story she read in school: how a girl died because of choking from Gummy Bears.

"She choked on Gummy Bears! And that's soft, so what more with this hard, teeth-breaking pill?!"

So tonight it took her extra long, the Gummy Bear Story still stuck in her mind. Manang took pity on her so she crushed the pill and dissolved it in water. But she still didn't want to take it, because of the bitter taste. Another suggestion was to swallow it together with bananas. No way. I'll choke more! she said.

She now considers it as one of her greatest problems right now (she also requested to save her from embarrassment by not mentioning her name here. Hah.) and she would say, wide-eyed and scared, "Does it mean I have a weak personality?"

The thing is, I have no idea what to say. Where did she get that personality thingy?

Probably from me, as a way of making her swallow the pill (she doesn't like having a weak personality. I think.). But never mind.

She'll get through it. If she's lucky. God bless her.

The Cuteness Factor

I'm in love with two super cute cartoon characters! See pic above. Don't dare tell me it's not adorable. Here's more:

Aww...

"Catch me!"

"Can't help it."

So who are they? You might have never seen them or heard of them, and I hadn't too, until this weekend, when I discovered them on a website. I instantly fell for the cuteness and simplicity of the cartoons, and the two's love-hate relationship with each other.

Introducing Pon and Zi, two emo cartoon characters...

Check out more photos here: http://www.ponandzi.com/.

Writer's Block Makes You Go Crazy

Write. Anything. Write. Something. Write, write, write. Write whatever. Write...what? The thing is, I've run out out of ideas now. A major, major problem right now for me: writer's block. Or maybe blogger's block. Or how about... never mind, I have no idea anymore.

These days I've been trying to post everyday, and I've done it for two days straight (a milestone) so I'm trying to keep the good work up for a week or two (why not more?). Posting daily? Geez, that is so easy-peasy. Hah. Seems like it is, but once you're in front of the computer and there's the white blank space, your brain suddenly stops producing neurons, resulting in much staring ahead and drooling and wondering what on earth are you supposed to do.

Write, of course, a tiny part of your brain that is still mercifully functioning says. Then it goes again, oh what were you planning to write anyway? No idea? Good. Don't pressure me for ideas. Give me a rest!

Cut! I am now in a major breakdown moment. Have I gone crazy now? I mean, one minute I'm describing what happens with writer's block, then the next minute I'm babbling and hearing voices. My brain's voice, that is. And my brain seemed to be arguing with itself. Not sure.

Writer's block really does make one crazy. But you know what the best medicine is (proven and tested, but beware of side effects. Proof above)?

Write. And write some more.

Braces Suck. Seriously.

Braces. They hurt like hell. My head aches from the pain, my body restless and complaining. There is the familiar, burning sensation that nearly drives me mad. It's as if someone is pulling my teeth off, or as if someone punched me a thousand times, or as if my every tooth has a toothache. Oh why, why, why did braces have to be invented?

I now sit in front of the computer, typing away, trying to distract myself from the twinges of pain. From time to time I swallow some oatmeal - I've just taken a mouthful - and they offer me a little moment of relief. Ah, oatmeal, comfort food from the gods.

I know braces are for my own good. Every month I go to the dentist, and my teeth are squeezed together, pressed, battered, you name it. My mother said that it's worth it, because in the end I will have a set of perfect, sparkling, white teeth. (Well, I hope the part about sparkling, white teeth comes really true).

I feel very low today because of this teeny tiny discomfort. Spilling it all out eases the burden somehow. No pain, no gain. No braces, no perfect smile. (As if =D...)

Gotta go. My family is planning to watch "Vampires Suck" at the cinemas tonight. Seriously. How about "Braces Suck"?

Oatmeal, here I come. Yum.

I Dream, Therefore I Exist.

(above quote by August Strindberg, A Madman's Defense)

Today my mother goes to Paris. No, scratch that: she's already there (she had just texted). And here I am, stuck at home, suffering from boredom. Wish I went with her.

Unfortunately that couldn't be. My mother will be in Europe for a month, staying with her brother in Amsterdam. Lucky her. She'll be travelling in Europe! If only it was summer, if only it wasn't too costly... I might be there myself.

Anyway, no time for wishful thinking. It's good for mama that she's having a long vacation. No pesky little kids and whiny daughters. It's a break, and she'll come back grinning from ear to ear, with some souvenirs, pasalubong, and lots of photos.

One day I'm going there too. One day I'll be travelling all over the world. One day I'll be in Paris. One day, one day.

Why Paris? Well, it's on my top 100 places to visit before I die. I just love everything French, and Paris is somehow the place where people go to and dreams come true. In movies and books, that is. Is it the same in real life?

Wishful, wishful thinking. Dreams. All dreams. A girl can dream. But she'll have to work hard for that. Right?

To self: "Nothing happens unless first we dream."(Carl Sandburg)

To mama (who's probably having the time of her life there):

We miss you! Love, your whiny daughters.

Love Is A Beast.

Hey guys, check this out!


A must watch, right?Oh well, if you didn't bother to watch the video (yes, I know. I'm like that too. Why bother? Oh please, don't take me too seriously), then let me give you the lowdown.

Basically, Beastly is a modern-day Beauty and the Beast, set in the 21st century, right there in New York. Beauty and the Beast is one of my favorite fairytales ever, so I'm really looking forward to this. By the way, this is simply based on a novel. The author is Alex Flinn, who has written some modern fairytale retellings before. Normally I'm not really enthusiastic with movies taken from books, because in movies plots are sometimes changed, some other creature is added, lots of things are removed, or whatever, that leads to the ruin of a good book. But now this movie seems promising. So why not give it a shot?

Here's the book:
My sister has this book and I just can't wait to read it! Too bad she won't let me borrow it now (she said that she'll have to be the first one to read it. But she can't stop me).

So who's "Beauty"? Brace yourself, it's Vanessa Hudgens. Really. When I first found out, I was really bummed. I mean, surely there are other girls out there who'll suit the role more perfectly. I couldn't imagine what the movie will be like. For me, it only spelled disaster.

But again, because I seem to be feeling merciful when it comes to Beastly (with all the giving chances thingy), I'm trying to be open-minded and I'm just hoping she'll be great.

Now who's the "Beast"? Someone named Alex Pettyfer who I've seen only once before in another movie. Some of my friends like him a lot and I'm torn. Hah.

Now all that's left is seeing the movie. But I'm reading the book first.


Postscript: This was supposed to be released on July 2010, but has been pushed back to 2011. Major bummer, if you ask me. Hey, at least I'll have time to read the book.