Kids Say The Darnest Things

Kids Say The Darnest Things




Hummin': Leave (Get Out) by Jojo

ELDERLY

While working for an organization that delivers lunches to elderly shut-ins, I used to take my 4-year-old daughter on my afternoon rounds. She was unfailingly intrigued by the various appliances of old age, particularly the canes, walkers and wheelchairs. One day I found her staring at a pair of false teeth soaking in a glass.

As I braced myself for the inevitable barrage of questions, she merely turned and whispered, "The tooth fairy will never believe this!"


SCHOOL

A little girl had just finished her first week of school. "I'm just wasting my time," she said to her mother. "I can't read, I can't write and they won't let me talk!"


BIBLE

A little boy opened the big family bible. He was fascinated as he fingered through the old pages. Suddenly, something fell out of the Bible. He picked up the object and looked at it. What he saw was an old leaf that had been pressed in between the pages. "Mama, look what I found," the boy called out. "What have you got there, dear?" his mother asked.

With astonishment in the young boy's voice, he answered, "I think it's Adam's underwear."


I LOOOOOOOVE KIDS!!!

I plead GUILTY

I plead GUILTY



Hummin': Sukob Na by 17:28

One look at you and my smile fades away.

Your presence that used to elicit fluttering butterflies now summons hordes of elephants inside my stomach. The smile that used to turn my knees to jelly and transform me into a funny bungling idiot now reduces me to a pathetic coward, eating at my confidence, feeding on my insecurities. The voice that used to soothe my thoughts now distracts, piercing in and out of my mind like an unrelentless broken player.

It's no longer fun.

I have prayed, consulting the Highest Being for guidance and an ounce of wisdom. He has not failed me.

Somehow, pouring out my doubts to Him has always lifted the burdens that I carry. It was no surprise that when I woke up today, I felt refreshed, and things were a lot clearer. My rationale is a bit more condensed and my faith, a whole lot stronger.

I sit here now, almost too ashamed to write this down and reveal what I've long been denying. I have withheld , lied, and understated about my 'shallow' feelings and yet deep inside, I knew that they were rooted underground, digging deeper as time passed, farther than I had led everyone else to believe.

Yet, when I think of how it started, grew and developed, both my hands come up with nothing. For not even my perpetually-analyzing-dangerously-paranoid-side had managed to keep it at bay, like I always do when I began to fall "in like." Somehow, it had found my loophole and lodged itself, unnoticed, where I could not detect it until it became too strong to be easily removed.

My acute instincts have failed me.

But no more will you standing high and mighty on the pedestal I've built for you. I refuse to be enslaved by cultivated emotions just for the sake of having "someone." I just don't want to remain hanging on hopes and what-ifs that will never be realized. My efforts would only be futile.

I know now that owning up to feelings that I swore I didn't have would be the first step on the progressive chart of moving on.

Ironically though, admitting you're GUILTY would make actually make you GUILT-FREE. (And it feels so damn good.)

Good Week

Good Week


Hummin': Here We Are by Bryan Adams

Let me just say that my week went well.

For one who complains about every little bad thing that happens, well, consider this a very very seldom occurence. Hehehehe. I mean, I actually didn't have anything happen to me in order to wreck my whole week. Plus I'm learning to do my nails and toenails.

So far, so good.

Thank you God!

Family Perks

Family Perks



Hummin': This I Swear By Nick Lachey

I had one of the best Ladies Nights ever last night. (Ladies Night is an exclusive night wherein only the 3 girls in our family spend much-enjoyed quality time.) We spent about 3 hours of just idle beautification. Mom made me feel like a queen. Hehehe. But the thing I loved the most was just soaking our feet in a warm footbath and then coating them with Petroleum Jelly before covering them with cling wrap.

Ahhh, this is the life.

But what's even more fun is the bonding we shared, reminscing over our younger days. Days where my sister and I would try to kill each other for a piece of candy or who sits in the middle of the car. Days where Mom would order us to take an afternoon nap and my sis and I would muss our hair and with half-lidded eyes lie our way out of it by saying we had taken the nap already. (Sneaky, sneaky)

My mom related to us stories we couldn't even remember. She told us of how sly I was and how I always tricked my older sister into doing things for me. (oops) And she told us of how my sister MUST always look good everytime we go out even as a mere toddler; (well, that didn't change) while I was happy in my old shirt, pajamas and unmatched slippers just as long as I could come along.

Time flies by so fast...and I didn't realize how our relationships changed for the better over the years.

It's fun to just spend time with family members, especially when everyone's in an oddly happy mood. Looking back to the past, we were all reminded of the love that held our family steadfast and strong despite all the disasters we've encountered, collided and sometimes, looked for. It must be something in our blood that connects us to each other that no matter what mistakes we commit, we'd still be able to forgive each other and get right back on track.

As they say, when you think you have no one else, you have family.

Though sometimes I tend to complain about how we'd get on each other's nerves, I think of the past nineteen years of my life and I smile. Because despite our family being obviously dysfunctional, I'm proud to say that in some good days, I think we get pretty close to PERFECT.

Goodbye Potentials

Regrets: G'bye Potentials


Hummin':

Reading Akira's blog entries...and watching Magpakailanman has led me to go back walking on my own memory lane. I started feeling sentimental and that almost always equals to blogging.

Sigh, see what I mean?

I remember so many potentials who I've let go of without even giving them the slightest chance of a 'what if.' It's as if I felt as though I was caught in between two different choices. Giving a chance means creating some sort of expectation, but then, not giving them a wee chance makes me a snob. See how retarded I am?

By thinking about it rather than acting on instincts, I think most of them just thought I was more of the snob rather than the confused girl that I am. My lack of decisiveness has lost me some of those friendships too. I felt awkward and uncomfortable, and I decided to play hide 'n' seek, without informing them I was hiding, of course.

Bad move. I know.

Then again, it's over. Maybe I was meant to learn from all of them.

But the big question would be...DID I?


Choppy thoughts, I apologize to those who care to read this far. But it's midnight. I'm in the middle of a transformation. Ah, who cares?! I shouldn't even be blogging when I have a long test tomorrow!

When will I learn?

When will I learn?


Hummin': Oklahoma by Billy Gilman

When will I learn not to trust everyone?

When will I learn to put my foot down?

When will I learn to take the initiative?

When?

I was watching Spiderman 2 last Sunday night when he called me up to tell me I needed to find another actor for the next day's performance. I rushed out of the cinema only to hear him say that he hasn't memorized the monologue yet. After the phone call, I texted him to say "Cge, thanks anyway." He replied, "HAHA so tuloy pa b?" I texted back, "EWAN KO...r u up for it? Kung hindi, wag na lang...Mabubuhay naman ako eh. Babawi nalang ako sa ibang tests. Baka nasira na bday mo. Sorry for the hassle... (BLAH BLAH)"

Spiderman 2 was perhaps one of the most miserable movies I've watched. I didn't enjoy the rest of the movie. I couldn't cry at the emotional scenes for I felt that if I cried, I was crying over my actor. And no, my pride just wouldn't let me cry. So I held it all in even though I felt like being squished by a giant hand.

Monday night came and I came face to face with my director/teacher, Yanny. And that was the only time I almost panicked. Tears were brimming in my eyes when he asked me where my actor was and I told him, he wasn't coming. He said, "Are you shittin' me?" And I wanted to cry right then and there despite the sheepish smile that masked my face. But I pulled it off, thanks to Jean Pierre. (I owe you.)

Today, I felt half-relieved and half-depressed over the events that happened yesterday. Everyone said I shouldn't take this all sitting down. But I did.

Everyone could hardly believe that the actor I had personally picked and praised to do my monologue backed-out at the last minute. I guess I couldn't complain... After all, the day before the performance was his birthday and he said that he wouldn't touch the script. I guess you can say he fulfilled what he said...at least, for that one.

My friends said, "Hindi ka dapat nagpaganoon." They said he was an asshole. They said bastos siya. They asked for his name and said they'd give him a piece of their minds.

But, I told them, NO. I'd rather just end it like this. I guess, I felt numb. Like I really wasn't that angry, yet I wasn't happy either.

And I went through the day with mangled thoughts. Thoughts that didn't make much sense. I couldn't even understand all the stuff I was reading for Philosophy, because I just couldn't concentrate.

Then, Hanniel asked me the big question, "ARE YOU OKAY? YOU LOOK DEPRESSED."

I said, "No, I've never been depressed." And he stressed that he's never seen me looking like this. I didn't even realize that I was falling way short of my smile quota. Imagine, I can't even make up what emotion was running inside of me. Everything was just jumbled and confused. Chaotic, even.

How many times has he ruined my day?

Hmm... since highschool? MANY.

Have I been bullied?

I guess.

Am I crying?

*sniff...*

NOooo.

J-E-R-K

J-E-R-K



Hummin': Hands to Heaven by Christian Bautista

Why I trouble myself with being guilty over saying some "negative" things over a person who deserves MUCH MORE bitching is beyond me. I mean, I keep calling myself an insensitive bitch for accidentally letting it slip that I'm sort of doubting him and for what?!

For NOTHING.

I mean, I try my best to be as nice as I can. I try to deflect camouflaged-insults, ignore annoying side comments and pretend that all is fine. Then again, I am only human. I have my limitations and dude, you're stepping on the very line.

My patience is wearing thin and this mask of tolerance is cracking at the sides. So if you would rather keep a "friend" rather than gain another (maybe it wouldn't matter because I know tons who HATE you) opponent, I say, "WATCH IT." If you can't, just be civil, polite even. Know where you are standing and keep your toes from other people's personal space. That's RUDE.

Man, I really try to see the good in every person. And if you ask a mutual friend of ours, you'd know I've spoken good things of you, things others would've overlooked and rather focused on your swelling ego. But I always thought you had a good side. Have you lost it?

I don't want to sound righteous, but, dude, I'm nice. Appreciate it while it lasts.

I might just snap one day and force you to recognize what you've become. Your reflection would only be spelled in four letters: J-E-R-K.

Err, I have just received an objection. *Ice says it can be spelled with this too: A-$-$-H-*-L-E.

You've been warned.

I'm Screwed.

I'm Screwed.



Hummin': Ho-hum

I'm getting stressed. Really.

I haven't felt the full impact of the semester yet, but already, I feel like I'm old and brittle, easy to break. Ask Chika, she's been with me in my Theo class and she saw how my teacher apparently had taken a liking at calling my name for recitation in every class. It's odd really, how sometimes I create a negative impression and my teacher automatically dislikes me (*cough* MALLY *cough*). So for a change, I thought well, why not create a good impression to carry me through the semester?

See where it got me?!

I must've seemed like a nice, attentive miss smarty-pants to my Theo teacher. Hence, the regular attention. I must tell you, I don't like it one bit. If only you knew how I stare back, idiotic, clueless and embarassed, to most of the questions he asks me, you will understand.

Then, there's my biggest problem as of the moment. I have mentioned my directing class, the one where I'm supposed to direct a monologue, a scene study and then, for finals, a one-act play. The thing is, the monologue is on Monday. Yes, this Monday...and the actor I have gotten, is sort of cramming his lines.

I really don't want to push him because I know he's already doing a huge favor for me. And I trust his ability (he's a very good actor) to deliver the monologue, but the memorization part, I'm afraid with the minimal time he has left, he might not be able to cram it all in. I'm afraid, yes, I really am.

For the rest of the workload hanging on my back, I'd rather say they're still manageable (yeah, that's like the understatement of the year), because really, this school knows how to "deal" with the students to keep us on our toes. And if you don't, well, by the end of this year, hundreds will again bid farewell.

Take it from me, freshmen. If you think your load is heavy, wait 'til next year.

And that's not a threat. More like a piece of advice. *wink*

Chronic Constipation

Chronic Constipation



Hummin': What do you get when you fall in love...(LSS)

Sigh.

I'm presently frustrated with my own feelings. I mean, most of the time, other than happiness or giddyness, all of my other emotions remain pent-up inside of me unless I get really mad that I couldn't hold it in. Most of the times when I felt embarassed, disappointed, troubled, and even insanely jealous, no one else would remember because I had kept them all under a mask.

But the titanic effort that I put in just to keep in control, it's terribly frustrating, especially when no one seems to understand.

AND the reason why no one seems to understand is because no one even KNOWS.

Argh.

See how I make my own life complicated? It's times like these that I wish I could be someone else...

Do me a favor, get a damn wrench and crack me open!!!

Fully-Booked Weekend

Fully-Booked Weekend



Hummin': Dirty Girl by Rob Mills

There were (technically) no classes last friday and what did I do? I went out with friends to celebrate two recent birthdays in Eastwood. Aside from pigging out (blueberry cheesecake at Fazzoli's...), I also bought a pair of "silver" dangling earrings that was handpicked by a guyfriend over another choice. LoL! At the strike of midnight, I went home.

Saturday came. Instead of sleeping in like I often do on Saturdays, Rae and I went to Greenhills to (OUCH) shop. Shop, shop, shop, lunch with Choi, met with She, shop, shop and shop again. My wallet and feet are still hurting.

Additional pirated DVD's:
Notting Hill, My Bestfriend's Wedding, Mystic River, Sorority Boys, Along Came Polly, (All time fave) Face-Off, Secret Window.

I woke up at 8:45 AM on Sunday (giant YAWN) and was compelled to go to the reunion in Alabang where none of my close cousins were even present. The only exciting things were the four chapters of The Two Towers I had finished during the *cough* party *cough*. Then, our family went to Brentville in Laguna to see some model houses (though I doubt we'll be buying because of the long distance). After which, we headed to the Festival Mall in Alabang for dinner, which we didn't enjoy either. The only good thing that happened was that I actually got to buy two cutie blouses. (Whoopee!)

We arrived home at about midnight.

MONDAY BLUES: Today, I wake up to find out I'm SWIMMING in deep shit. I've got so many papers to do!!! And tests are looming up ahead! Waaah!!! I'm sooo in for it now.

I am in the process of deliberation whether to beg on my knees for my teacher to extend the deadline or maybe, just risk not passing some of the assignment. Either way, it won't be good.

Serves me right for all the fun I was enjoying too much.

Argh.