Saturday, April 30, 2005
I don't care what anybody else says. I know drugs is a dangerous addiction to have and that's that. It will ruin one's life. It's one of the kinds of addiction I choose not to have and I'm hoping, praying to God that all those near and dear in my heart makes the right choice to SAY NO TO DRUGS. I don't care if other people in the same position as I can stand to see their loved ones doing drugs and not do anything about it.I'm not like that.
1:28:00 PM
Friday, April 22, 2005
HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm feeling real nervous and scared nowadays... Ever since I found out that on my OJT, I won't have my friends --- any of them with me. I've always been dependent on my peers. Scared and often hesitant to do things on my own. But now I have to learn to become dependent only on myself as I start my OJT this Monday. The thought brings mixed emotions in me. Fear. Hesitation. Anxiety. Thrill. Excitement. My lifestyle is going to have to change by next week. I have to take a crash course on independence for me to pull it together. I mean I have gone on trips alone before but very rarely and on familiar grounds. Next week I'll be on unfamiliar territory all by myself.
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I'm feeling real nervous and scared nowadays... Ever since I found out that on my OJT, I won't have my friends --- any of them with me. I've always been dependent on my peers. Scared and often hesitant to do things on my own. But now I have to learn to become dependent only on myself as I start my OJT this Monday. The thought brings mixed emotions in me. Fear. Hesitation. Anxiety. Thrill. Excitement. My lifestyle is going to have to change by next week. I have to take a crash course on independence for me to pull it together. I mean I have gone on trips alone before but very rarely and on familiar grounds. Next week I'll be on unfamiliar territory all by myself.
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10:26:00 PM
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Pope Benedict XVI Our New Pope
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Monday, April 11, 2005
The Royal Wedding
Finally after 40 years of courtship, Prince Charles and Camilla Parker have tied the knot. It's not the fairy tale wedding he had with the late Princess Diana but it's still a happy ending. She was his mistress and he was hers... but now it's all in the past because they're together now. I know it's not that good of a story to tell considering their past but what matters most is that love is in their hearts. "Love does prevail" I quote this from a CNN reporter who was assigned to tell the story of the Royal Wedding and knowing this, I can say I am happy for them both as well. And speaking of love, try to read this entry. It's very beautiful.
Oh and just a little update on my life. I will be having my OJT at the two biggest networks in the country. Yep. You guessed it. ABS-CBN and GMA. I just know it's gonna be a wonderful training. I'm excited already. Might even start this Thursday at GMA already because as of today, I am officially enrolled for Practicum. Of course I just have to congratulate myself as well for having been accepted to two other companies in Advertising. Oh and let's not forget, I made it to the honors list again this semester! Yay! Go me!
3:27:00 PM
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Butterfly Kisses is a song by Bob Carslie and it was about a father who was reminiscing the life he had with his daughter and how blessed he felt for having her in his life. When I heard this song played on the radio, I remembered my Dad.
When I was a kid feeling all alone and lonely with no one to play with, he taught me about using my imagination. Letting my mind wander around, make believing I was on different sorts of adventure --- it was Dad who taught me that. He told me by doing so, I wouldn't be so sad anymore whenever I didn't have anyone to play with. And he was right. In my elementary years when I used to be the favorite topic of endless jokes and teases, I remember Dad. I remember crying as I told him about another awful day at school and he taught me how to be tough. "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never affect me" --- these words are forever etched in my mind and my heart and it was Dad who first taught me that. Adolescence stage as they say is a period of transition --- a time when different emotions start to surface up as we begin growing up. I remember my Dad during those times when being a teenager was something new to me still. I remember how I used to feel so ugly and unwanted because I had so many pimples on my face and I was fat. Those times when I was convinced that I am bound to live my life alone in misery and no guy was ever going to like me, my Dad was there with me, listening to all my woes and pessimism. I remember him relating the story of the Ugly Duckling who grew up to be a beautiful swan to my situation. He told me I was that ugly duckling and someday, my own beauty will shine through but it's really what's inside of me that matter the most. I remember Dad in those moments when I felt so down and insecure. I remember him telling me that I was unique and special in my own way and that all I have to do is to take a look at myself to discover those things that I'm good at. The day my best friend left me, I remember my Dad being the first to comfort me as I cried and told him I was never going to find another friend. And I remember him wiping those tears of mine and assuring me that I will have a lot more friends, those who will love and accept me for who I am, never puts me down, encourages me and will remain true to me no matter what. I remember Dad in my times of fear, my pains and my worries for always being there for me in my times of need. And I remember Dad in my dreams as the one who always told me to take a chance and reach for what I want.
Yes...I remember Dad as a teacher, as a friend and as a confidante. And looking back to those days, I know I've been lucky. Lucky to have been blessed with a Dad like him.
When I was a kid feeling all alone and lonely with no one to play with, he taught me about using my imagination. Letting my mind wander around, make believing I was on different sorts of adventure --- it was Dad who taught me that. He told me by doing so, I wouldn't be so sad anymore whenever I didn't have anyone to play with. And he was right. In my elementary years when I used to be the favorite topic of endless jokes and teases, I remember Dad. I remember crying as I told him about another awful day at school and he taught me how to be tough. "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never affect me" --- these words are forever etched in my mind and my heart and it was Dad who first taught me that. Adolescence stage as they say is a period of transition --- a time when different emotions start to surface up as we begin growing up. I remember my Dad during those times when being a teenager was something new to me still. I remember how I used to feel so ugly and unwanted because I had so many pimples on my face and I was fat. Those times when I was convinced that I am bound to live my life alone in misery and no guy was ever going to like me, my Dad was there with me, listening to all my woes and pessimism. I remember him relating the story of the Ugly Duckling who grew up to be a beautiful swan to my situation. He told me I was that ugly duckling and someday, my own beauty will shine through but it's really what's inside of me that matter the most. I remember Dad in those moments when I felt so down and insecure. I remember him telling me that I was unique and special in my own way and that all I have to do is to take a look at myself to discover those things that I'm good at. The day my best friend left me, I remember my Dad being the first to comfort me as I cried and told him I was never going to find another friend. And I remember him wiping those tears of mine and assuring me that I will have a lot more friends, those who will love and accept me for who I am, never puts me down, encourages me and will remain true to me no matter what. I remember Dad in my times of fear, my pains and my worries for always being there for me in my times of need. And I remember Dad in my dreams as the one who always told me to take a chance and reach for what I want.
Yes...I remember Dad as a teacher, as a friend and as a confidante. And looking back to those days, I know I've been lucky. Lucky to have been blessed with a Dad like him.
2:11:00 PM
Friday, April 01, 2005
Boy! Am I pissed or what! Here I thought I was already assured at least one company for my OJT. Was I ever wrong... Today I along with a couple of my friends went to Ortigas, to MGM Ad Agency to check my status, assure myself further that I have a spot in the company. Imagine my surprise and shock to find out that I've been by passed. Yes they had accepted me but because the woman who's handling the internship didn't know about me --- the early Paulinian bird who submitted her resume way back January --- I've been bypassed. The woman, Ms. Anabelle told me and my friends that she'll try to see if she could squeeze us in for May. The nerve of MGM! I'm not supposed to be having problems with the company. I did my part. Grrr! My friends were asking about my blog address but I'm not giving it to them. This blog is for the public but not public enough for my friends to know.
While I'm ranting, let me just add: Chicken pox sucks ass! Hate the fact that I'm forbidden to go out to have fun because I'm on the "contagious status" of the sickness. Note to myself: Never underestimate a contagious sickness ever again...specially when the person who is sick is my cousin who is my roommate. Boy do I hate having the chicken pox. People discriminate me for having this sickness and although it irritates and annoys me to death that they act that way towards me, I can't help thinking as well that I can't really blame them. Who would want to get this?
While I'm ranting, let me just add: Chicken pox sucks ass! Hate the fact that I'm forbidden to go out to have fun because I'm on the "contagious status" of the sickness. Note to myself: Never underestimate a contagious sickness ever again...specially when the person who is sick is my cousin who is my roommate. Boy do I hate having the chicken pox. People discriminate me for having this sickness and although it irritates and annoys me to death that they act that way towards me, I can't help thinking as well that I can't really blame them. Who would want to get this?
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