Let's see how good I am at keeping promises. The following were my resolutions for year 2008. In RED ang mga hindi ko natupad:
1. not to shout my words when mama can not hear me
In all fairness, nabawasan naman ng konte. Kumakamot na lang ako sa ulo na parang may kuto at sumisimangot every time na kelangan ko ulitin yung mga sinabi ko.
2. not to mess up my room anymore (i still don't promise to clean it myself..heeeheee)
hihi. guilty.
3. to reply at important text messages when i have load
In fairness ulet, nagrereply na ko. Kadalasan lang, late na at as in super late na, like kinabukasan o ung sunod na bukas na. At least, nagrereply na ko!
4. not to come late during mass
Dahil sa taong ito, mabibilang sa fingers at isama naman ang toes, na nakapagattend ako ng mass. Hindi na late ang lola mo, absent!
5. to be more patient and more godmotherly with James
Wala sorry, pumapatol talaga ko sa mga sutil na bata. haha..
6. to shave my legs regularly
Katamad eh!
7. to stick with my 'apple a day' routine
'Chocolate a day' routine pa. Kaya eto nagsusumigaw ang mga shomabelbels. p*%@*& *^@
8. to lessen my consumption of sweets
Sana nakakaanorexic na lang ang mga sweets, bwiset!
9. to jog again during weekends
Asaness.
10. to pray before dozing off
Lord, patawad kung talagang antukin ako.
WOW. Puro red. I am not bad at keeping promises, I'm awful! P@&$^%#
12.30.2008
12.25.2008
Merry Christmas everyone!
But first of all, Happy Birthday Lord Jesus!
It is your day today, yet I felt like it is my birthday. I am surrounded by people I love and cherish most in this world - my family, from both clans - the Lontocs and Rodils.
To my inaanaks, please bear with Ninang's gifts. Those are the best I can give you, dear little ones, for now. I'll make it up to you! :D
A day of rest, eating, munching, picture-taking, singing, eating, eating, talking, laughing, eating, eating and non-stop eating!
I hope you spent this special day with your loved-ones too. Thanks Lord. I really had a merry Christmas.
It is your day today, yet I felt like it is my birthday. I am surrounded by people I love and cherish most in this world - my family, from both clans - the Lontocs and Rodils.
To my inaanaks, please bear with Ninang's gifts. Those are the best I can give you, dear little ones, for now. I'll make it up to you! :D
A day of rest, eating, munching, picture-taking, singing, eating, eating, talking, laughing, eating, eating and non-stop eating!
I hope you spent this special day with your loved-ones too. Thanks Lord. I really had a merry Christmas.
12.23.2008
Memae
Happy Birthday my ever dearest and favorite sister, Memae!
We may not see a lot of each other anymore but you are always
in my heart and in my prayers.
Always.
I've always been proud of you and I know you are of me too.
I hope you get whatever it is you have wished for.
You have no idea how much I love you.
Happy Birthday.
:D
We may not see a lot of each other anymore but you are always
in my heart and in my prayers.
Always.
I've always been proud of you and I know you are of me too.
I hope you get whatever it is you have wished for.
You have no idea how much I love you.
Happy Birthday.
:D
12.13.2008
*twalahyt*
I know this post is weeks late, but I'd still post it anyway. It was only Friday and Saturday last week when I got to watch Twilight and only today that I get to update my page. I find the movie really bitin and kulang-kulang. Pero obviously nagenjoy naman ako dahil inulit ko pa siya ng sumunod na araw. I love Twilight. Kahit pa siguro si Bea Alonzo ang gumanap na Bella, papanuorin ko. I was expecting too much sa movie kase nabasa ko yung book. My favorite scenes were the baseball game and the piano scene. Edward (Rob) still made my heart skip a beat. Four thumbs-up still (kasama mga hinlalaki ko sa paa). Sulit na rin ang 160, plus I had watched it with my GFFs.
12.01.2008
Christmas :)
Since it is the first day of December, my favorite month of the year, I would like to start counting down to my favorite day of all days in this earth - Christmas Day!
24 tulog na lang! yipee!
I think the reason why I so love Christmas is that it suggests to bring out the child in each one of us. Actually, when I look back at my childhood days, one of the few things I can recall vividly are my Christmases. Ride your sleighs, for I think this is gonna be a long trip down to memory lane.
I think I was already eight or nine when we first had a Christmas tree, a real one. I had asked my mom why our tree was different from others' trees inside their homes. You see, while most have green pine trees decorated with balls & ribbons of different colors and sizes, ours would be strings tied to a nail and stretched to a short distance to form something that at least resembled a tree (which I still think did not) and she would put the pop-out Belen we had been using for years, inside the improvised tree. Another year it was an inverted walis tingting decorated with old little balls and other colorful decors made of metallic paper we bought from the market. The closest to a real Christmas tree we had was this plant in our terrace whose leaves had already fallen out. Mama hanged our old little balls again and put some garlands and shining lights on it. I think her answer to my question of why we do not have a real tree was that "Wala tayong pambili, anak."
That was fine. We always had wonderful Christmas together. And then one night, Mama and Papa came home holding this box so large. They had shopped for a real Christmas tree! My sister and I were so delighted to finally have one. We helped Mama in building and decorating it. When we were done, it still lacked some decors, but I was too happy to care.
My sister and I also hanged our socks for Santa Claus to see. We would borrow Papa's socks because they were bigger. I can't remember exactly who told me that Santa isn't real. Even when we knew, Ate and I continued hanging our socks. One Christmas, when instead of a wrapped present I found ten bundled 20 pesos in my socks, I jokingly made parinig to good old 'Santa' saying "Ang barat naman ata ngayon ni Santa." I saw my mom trying to hide her smile.
I also remember how Papa would decorate the outside of our homes with Christmas lights. There was this time when I thought the house looked like a cabaret because there were lights at every corner and angle. I still loved it anyway.
Noche Buena was never a tradition. We only started doing it 4 or 5 years ago when my aunt suggested we do it. She and my cousins and uncle would go home the day before. We'll cook a lot of food. Everyone's favorite, spaghetti, was never lost on our plates. We will wake up a little before 12, eat together and then open our gifts. In the morning, we will go to mass together if we hadn't the night before.
And then the actual day! Ever since I could walk and talk unashamedly, my cousins and I made Christmas our negosyo. In our barangay, wearing our best Christmas outfits with sling bags hanging on our shoulders, we would go from one house to another, knocked if doors were closed and say our rehearsed "Mamamasko po!" We would mano to every adult in the house and they would give us coins if they aren't our relatives, orange or red paper bills if they are, and purplish ones or luckily a Ninoy, if they are our dear ninongs and ninangs. Thankfully, more than half of the population in our barangay are our relatives, so imagine how good business was for us. We'll go home, our bags and pockets fat and our hands barely managing to hold on the gifts. What a merry merry Christmas!
It was only when I started high school and I already had some bumps ahead that I stopped going door-to-door with my younger cousins. Since then I stayed in the house and just watched kids who do exactly what we did when we were little. At times, I would be the one giving them the aguinaldos.
This year, we will continue with our tradition. I can't wait to cook and eat our favorite dishes, wrap gifts and open the ones for me, and watch kids (some of them my inaanaks already) walk through the house and wish us a merry Christmas. These are the simple joys that even at nineteen, makes me look at Christmas with child-like wonder and happiness.
In case you would like to know, this is how our Christmas tree looks like now:
Beautiful, isn't it? :D
24 tulog na lang! yipee!
I think the reason why I so love Christmas is that it suggests to bring out the child in each one of us. Actually, when I look back at my childhood days, one of the few things I can recall vividly are my Christmases. Ride your sleighs, for I think this is gonna be a long trip down to memory lane.
I think I was already eight or nine when we first had a Christmas tree, a real one. I had asked my mom why our tree was different from others' trees inside their homes. You see, while most have green pine trees decorated with balls & ribbons of different colors and sizes, ours would be strings tied to a nail and stretched to a short distance to form something that at least resembled a tree (which I still think did not) and she would put the pop-out Belen we had been using for years, inside the improvised tree. Another year it was an inverted walis tingting decorated with old little balls and other colorful decors made of metallic paper we bought from the market. The closest to a real Christmas tree we had was this plant in our terrace whose leaves had already fallen out. Mama hanged our old little balls again and put some garlands and shining lights on it. I think her answer to my question of why we do not have a real tree was that "Wala tayong pambili, anak."
That was fine. We always had wonderful Christmas together. And then one night, Mama and Papa came home holding this box so large. They had shopped for a real Christmas tree! My sister and I were so delighted to finally have one. We helped Mama in building and decorating it. When we were done, it still lacked some decors, but I was too happy to care.
My sister and I also hanged our socks for Santa Claus to see. We would borrow Papa's socks because they were bigger. I can't remember exactly who told me that Santa isn't real. Even when we knew, Ate and I continued hanging our socks. One Christmas, when instead of a wrapped present I found ten bundled 20 pesos in my socks, I jokingly made parinig to good old 'Santa' saying "Ang barat naman ata ngayon ni Santa." I saw my mom trying to hide her smile.
I also remember how Papa would decorate the outside of our homes with Christmas lights. There was this time when I thought the house looked like a cabaret because there were lights at every corner and angle. I still loved it anyway.
Noche Buena was never a tradition. We only started doing it 4 or 5 years ago when my aunt suggested we do it. She and my cousins and uncle would go home the day before. We'll cook a lot of food. Everyone's favorite, spaghetti, was never lost on our plates. We will wake up a little before 12, eat together and then open our gifts. In the morning, we will go to mass together if we hadn't the night before.
And then the actual day! Ever since I could walk and talk unashamedly, my cousins and I made Christmas our negosyo. In our barangay, wearing our best Christmas outfits with sling bags hanging on our shoulders, we would go from one house to another, knocked if doors were closed and say our rehearsed "Mamamasko po!" We would mano to every adult in the house and they would give us coins if they aren't our relatives, orange or red paper bills if they are, and purplish ones or luckily a Ninoy, if they are our dear ninongs and ninangs. Thankfully, more than half of the population in our barangay are our relatives, so imagine how good business was for us. We'll go home, our bags and pockets fat and our hands barely managing to hold on the gifts. What a merry merry Christmas!
It was only when I started high school and I already had some bumps ahead that I stopped going door-to-door with my younger cousins. Since then I stayed in the house and just watched kids who do exactly what we did when we were little. At times, I would be the one giving them the aguinaldos.
This year, we will continue with our tradition. I can't wait to cook and eat our favorite dishes, wrap gifts and open the ones for me, and watch kids (some of them my inaanaks already) walk through the house and wish us a merry Christmas. These are the simple joys that even at nineteen, makes me look at Christmas with child-like wonder and happiness.
In case you would like to know, this is how our Christmas tree looks like now:
Beautiful, isn't it? :D
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