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Saturday, August 30, 2008
What my name means
| What Abigail Kay Means |
 You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality. You are full of energy. You are spirited and boisterous. You are bold and daring. You are willing to do some pretty outrageous things. Your high energy sometimes gets you in trouble. You can have a pretty bad temper at times. You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing. You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life. You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone. Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs. You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow. You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily. Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is. You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life. You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip. People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them. You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in. You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising. You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care. |
Hahahaha.. Parang saktong-sakto sya ah.. eheheh.. Share ko lang... Try nyo din.
Friday, August 08, 2008
Beat that you mister psycho!
Just got my license today.
I can't help smiling when I got hold of the ID Card.
Hahaha! And I thought it was hard.
One person who had a connection inside the LTO is trying to psyche me out, saying there have been too many people who failed it.
Well, I didn't.
It saved me 800php.
We should put an end to those people saying they have connections inside the LTO.
The more we patronize them, the longer they stay on this line of business .
So, hopefully you do the same.
Don't pay for easier transactions.
All tests are easy.
You can do it.
Yeah!
Babala sa buong Pilipinas.
Pagbigyan ang mabagal. Hehehehe...
Sunday, June 22, 2008
10 things to do before saying Goodbye
From 7forallMankind: So, I was reading a blog… And read an entry for 10 things to do before you die. To you? What 10 things you want to do before you say goodbye?
This thread at my favorite forum site caught my attention (http://www.pinoyexchange.com/forums/showthread.php?p=26818407#post26818407 ) this got me thinking, what do I really want to do before leaving earth?
This looks like a bucket list to me but I am only limited to 10 only. Whew! That’s quite less than what I have in mind but anyway, here’s my own list. Hope you get to share yours too.
1. I want to fall in love and being loved in return by someone. Ever since I was young, I have never experienced falling in love and being loved in return. I wonder how that feels. Makes me all giggly and stupid at the same time for feeling this way since I am already 24 (turning 25 this October), but I think waiting makes it more exciting... and boring at the same time, like duh? Kelan ka ba darating? Atat?
2. I want to try bungee jumping. I remembered one of our trainings with Tina, we have to face our fears in order for us to overcome them, I have been afraid of heights since God knows when. I can foresee that I might back out, when I am already at the edge to jump. My only concern with this is that I might pass out while on air, and I don’t want to miss the feeling. Well, hopefully, that doesn’t happen when i do that.
3. Go and travel all by myself. I am always telling my mom that I will go to Corregidor alone and also some of my friends, but I just can’t get my feet to CCP and buy myself a ticket! But I know, I’ll be doing it as soon as I get my hands on a nifty dslr. Hmm... And when would that be??
4. Learn to play the violin or piano. I have always been fascinated with music, I know I can sing but I want to express it by using instruments as well.
5. Hug everyone I care about. I am never expressive with my own feelings, whenever I am home. I would get to my room and sleep. But I try to connect to them whenever I am in the mood, ask them how their day was and make little kulit to them, make lambing, but I never get to hug them. I want to always remember how they smell like and how their skin feels when I hug them. So probably, I’ll start when they all get home.
6. Help save animals to extinction. I have this feeling that someday, we won’t be able to see any animal around maybe even dogs. I have made a promise to one of my pets, a pet parrot, she’s a blue headed racquet tail bird (I don’t have any pics here but you can always search the internet). Anyway, I have researched that they are already in near extinction. I went to Arranque Market located at Recto ave. and saw that they are being sold there. They are poached and I loathe the fact that I cannot do anything. But when I have mustered enough strength and courage maybe I would be able to help.
7. Go to disco, drink and dance alone. I already been in disco’s with friends but this is because of acquaintance parties in our school’s organization or at the office. I want to know what it feels like being there alone and at my own expense. I don’t know why, but maybe it’s the feeling of independence that drives me to this idea.
8. Go to an island trip with my family. Well, I haven’t spent anything on our family trips and I really want to spend a luxurious trip with them. (Hahahaha! Abi, ambisyon ambisyon! Why not?) Though, I am not capable as of the moment, I am positive that we will be able do this someday.
9. Sing in a big audience. (As in big ah? Tipong mala-Araneta ang dating) This is in line with me conquering one of my fears. I am afraid talking or singing to a crowd.
10. To have a photo exhibit with all of my travel photos at display. This is so impossible but I am hoping this may happen someday. I am not that good now, but I hope my pictures would be able to touch people’s lives and hearts.
How many of these things do you think I would be able to do? Hmm… Let's wait and see.... I am already excited!!
This thread at my favorite forum site caught my attention (http://www.pinoyexchange.com/forums/showthread.php?p=26818407#post26818407 ) this got me thinking, what do I really want to do before leaving earth?
This looks like a bucket list to me but I am only limited to 10 only. Whew! That’s quite less than what I have in mind but anyway, here’s my own list. Hope you get to share yours too.
1. I want to fall in love and being loved in return by someone. Ever since I was young, I have never experienced falling in love and being loved in return. I wonder how that feels. Makes me all giggly and stupid at the same time for feeling this way since I am already 24 (turning 25 this October), but I think waiting makes it more exciting... and boring at the same time, like duh? Kelan ka ba darating? Atat?
2. I want to try bungee jumping. I remembered one of our trainings with Tina, we have to face our fears in order for us to overcome them, I have been afraid of heights since God knows when. I can foresee that I might back out, when I am already at the edge to jump. My only concern with this is that I might pass out while on air, and I don’t want to miss the feeling. Well, hopefully, that doesn’t happen when i do that.
3. Go and travel all by myself. I am always telling my mom that I will go to Corregidor alone and also some of my friends, but I just can’t get my feet to CCP and buy myself a ticket! But I know, I’ll be doing it as soon as I get my hands on a nifty dslr. Hmm... And when would that be??
4. Learn to play the violin or piano. I have always been fascinated with music, I know I can sing but I want to express it by using instruments as well.
5. Hug everyone I care about. I am never expressive with my own feelings, whenever I am home. I would get to my room and sleep. But I try to connect to them whenever I am in the mood, ask them how their day was and make little kulit to them, make lambing, but I never get to hug them. I want to always remember how they smell like and how their skin feels when I hug them. So probably, I’ll start when they all get home.
6. Help save animals to extinction. I have this feeling that someday, we won’t be able to see any animal around maybe even dogs. I have made a promise to one of my pets, a pet parrot, she’s a blue headed racquet tail bird (I don’t have any pics here but you can always search the internet). Anyway, I have researched that they are already in near extinction. I went to Arranque Market located at Recto ave. and saw that they are being sold there. They are poached and I loathe the fact that I cannot do anything. But when I have mustered enough strength and courage maybe I would be able to help.
7. Go to disco, drink and dance alone. I already been in disco’s with friends but this is because of acquaintance parties in our school’s organization or at the office. I want to know what it feels like being there alone and at my own expense. I don’t know why, but maybe it’s the feeling of independence that drives me to this idea.
8. Go to an island trip with my family. Well, I haven’t spent anything on our family trips and I really want to spend a luxurious trip with them. (Hahahaha! Abi, ambisyon ambisyon! Why not?) Though, I am not capable as of the moment, I am positive that we will be able do this someday.
9. Sing in a big audience. (As in big ah? Tipong mala-Araneta ang dating) This is in line with me conquering one of my fears. I am afraid talking or singing to a crowd.
10. To have a photo exhibit with all of my travel photos at display. This is so impossible but I am hoping this may happen someday. I am not that good now, but I hope my pictures would be able to touch people’s lives and hearts.
How many of these things do you think I would be able to do? Hmm… Let's wait and see.... I am already excited!!
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Intersection
Ako ay isang traffic officer, isang gabi ng aking shift ay naassign ako sa gitna ng isang intersection. Matapos ang ilang minuto, nagulat na lang ako nang binubusinahan na ako ng mga sasakyan sa lahat ng direksyon, pinipipilit na sila ang unahin ko. Trapik lahat ng direksyon... Kasalanan ko ba ito?
Kailangan kong gumawa ng desisyon, natataranta na ako. Sa mga ilaw at busina nila, nahihirapan akong gumawa ng desisyon. Hanggang sa mapatingin ako sa isang sasakyan. Malapit ito sa akin, napansin kong patay ang mga ilaw nito at ito lamang ang hindi bumubusina sa akin. Nilapitan ko ito, nagtatakang bakit patay ang lahat ng ilaw nito tila d na narinig ang iba pang sasakyang nag-iingay sa paligid.
Kinatok ko ang bintana nito. Bakit parang hindi ako nadidinig ng driver? Sinabayan ko na ng sigaw ang pagkatok ko sa pintuan. Wala pa rin. Medyo tinted ang sasakyan, tinignan ko ang loob, sinubukan kong silipin sa pamamagitan ng pagtakip ng dalawang kamay ko sa gilid ng mukha ko, pilit na idinidiin ang mukha sa salamin. May isang mama pala sa loob, nakatingin sa malayo. Nakatulala. May luha ang isang mata na nakaaninag sa akin.
Sinubukan kong sirain ang pinto, upang buksan ito. Maya-maya pinilit kong silipin sya para tignan sya, nakatingin na sya sa akin ngayon, nakakatitig ang kanyang mga luhaang mata sa akin. Nagpatindi ito ng aking mithiing buksan ang pinto. Ginamit lahat ng gamit na mahahagilap ko sa katawan ko. Napansin kong lumakas ang busina sa paligid, pero itinuloy ko ang pagbubukas ng pinto.
Maya't-maya ay nabuksan na rin ang pinto, isang katawan ang bumulaga sa akin. Huli na ang lahat. Naiyak na lang ako sa aking nakita. Niyakap ko ang lalaki ng mahigpit. Humiyaw ng malakas. Narinig ko ang alingawngaw ng aking sigaw.
Tahimik na ang buong paligid. Wala na ang maingay na busina ng mga sasakyan, wala na ang mga ilaw na nakakasilaw, napaligiran na ako ng katahimikan at kadiliman. Binuhat ko ang lalaki at ipinatong sa aking mga braso. Sa aking pagkagulat ay lahat ng sasakyan ay nagsipagalisan at umikot. Bago pa ako nakalingon ay wala nang mga sasakyan.
Ako na lamang at ang lalaki sa aking braso, papalayo sa intersection. Lumayo na ako sa aking kinapupwestuhan, hindi na inisip kung may mga susunod pang mga sasakyang muling magdaraan sa intersection na iyon.
Mas kailangan ako ng lalaking ito kaysa sa intersection na yan.
Sabay takbo palayo. Palayo. Palayo. Walang sasakyang sumasalubong sa akin sa kalyeng napiling daanan. Babalik pa ako, di muna ngayon.
Di muna.
Kailangan kong gumawa ng desisyon, natataranta na ako. Sa mga ilaw at busina nila, nahihirapan akong gumawa ng desisyon. Hanggang sa mapatingin ako sa isang sasakyan. Malapit ito sa akin, napansin kong patay ang mga ilaw nito at ito lamang ang hindi bumubusina sa akin. Nilapitan ko ito, nagtatakang bakit patay ang lahat ng ilaw nito tila d na narinig ang iba pang sasakyang nag-iingay sa paligid.
Kinatok ko ang bintana nito. Bakit parang hindi ako nadidinig ng driver? Sinabayan ko na ng sigaw ang pagkatok ko sa pintuan. Wala pa rin. Medyo tinted ang sasakyan, tinignan ko ang loob, sinubukan kong silipin sa pamamagitan ng pagtakip ng dalawang kamay ko sa gilid ng mukha ko, pilit na idinidiin ang mukha sa salamin. May isang mama pala sa loob, nakatingin sa malayo. Nakatulala. May luha ang isang mata na nakaaninag sa akin.
Sinubukan kong sirain ang pinto, upang buksan ito. Maya-maya pinilit kong silipin sya para tignan sya, nakatingin na sya sa akin ngayon, nakakatitig ang kanyang mga luhaang mata sa akin. Nagpatindi ito ng aking mithiing buksan ang pinto. Ginamit lahat ng gamit na mahahagilap ko sa katawan ko. Napansin kong lumakas ang busina sa paligid, pero itinuloy ko ang pagbubukas ng pinto.
Maya't-maya ay nabuksan na rin ang pinto, isang katawan ang bumulaga sa akin. Huli na ang lahat. Naiyak na lang ako sa aking nakita. Niyakap ko ang lalaki ng mahigpit. Humiyaw ng malakas. Narinig ko ang alingawngaw ng aking sigaw.
Tahimik na ang buong paligid. Wala na ang maingay na busina ng mga sasakyan, wala na ang mga ilaw na nakakasilaw, napaligiran na ako ng katahimikan at kadiliman. Binuhat ko ang lalaki at ipinatong sa aking mga braso. Sa aking pagkagulat ay lahat ng sasakyan ay nagsipagalisan at umikot. Bago pa ako nakalingon ay wala nang mga sasakyan.
Ako na lamang at ang lalaki sa aking braso, papalayo sa intersection. Lumayo na ako sa aking kinapupwestuhan, hindi na inisip kung may mga susunod pang mga sasakyang muling magdaraan sa intersection na iyon.
Mas kailangan ako ng lalaking ito kaysa sa intersection na yan.
Sabay takbo palayo. Palayo. Palayo. Walang sasakyang sumasalubong sa akin sa kalyeng napiling daanan. Babalik pa ako, di muna ngayon.
Di muna.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
dslr acquisition planning session
Talagang gusto ko na ng dslr ngayon. Kaso wala talaga akong maipon... Hayy.. Im such an inggetera pa naman sa mga magagandang pics na nakikita ko sa internet. I know its not about the camera, pero kung mayroon kang magandang camera, mas maganda yung photos na mapoproduce mo dahil ang dami nyang functionalities. I have this feeling na makukuha ko din sya, kaso ang tanong... Kelan kaya? Gusto ko NOW NA!! heheheh.. grabe ang dami kong pera ha? Ang plano ko nuong una maliit lang na digicam, yung tipong pampamilya lang... Kaso, parang feeling ko ready na ako sa dlsr.. heheh.. mahirap nga lang pagipunan... takte ang mahal.. haay..
Well, kailangan mag goal setting ako.. hmm... kailangan bago mag july may dslr na ako.. waaahhh.. mukhang malabo na to.. nde ganito na lang.. bago magbirthday ko... ayun mukhang mas attainable un.. kahit 5k a month, starting next month..
so calculation:
may - 5,000
jun - 5,000
july - 5,000
aug - 5,000
sept - 5000
_______
PhP 25,000
>>> shete mukhang kulang pa yan ah.. haaay..
.. kailangang maghanap na ng ibang raket.. hehehehhe.. good luck sa akin...
Well, kailangan mag goal setting ako.. hmm... kailangan bago mag july may dslr na ako.. waaahhh.. mukhang malabo na to.. nde ganito na lang.. bago magbirthday ko... ayun mukhang mas attainable un.. kahit 5k a month, starting next month..
so calculation:
may - 5,000
jun - 5,000
july - 5,000
aug - 5,000
sept - 5000
_______
PhP 25,000
>>> shete mukhang kulang pa yan ah.. haaay..
.. kailangang maghanap na ng ibang raket.. hehehehhe.. good luck sa akin...
Friday, April 04, 2008
Taken for Granted
The game
As we start the lecture after lunch, Ana Marie introduced an ice breaker game to all of us, Ecosim Participants, so as to ready ourselves for another dreary lecture. I forgot what it is called, but I’m pretty sure it came from a book called “Kokology”. It’s a book about psychological games... or... something like that... not really sure... Anyways, the ice breaker went around like this: (if you like you could also try it yourself! (^_^) )
1. On a blank sheet of paper, write your name in the middle
2. Put a square around your name
3. Then, put the name of people you know around your name. Try to fill the empty spaces with those names
4. Draw a horizontal line on the middle
5. Above the line, draw a circle on the first person you’ll see
6. Do the same for the people below the line; remember to encircle the first person you’ll see.
The results: the person encircled above the line is someone you respect, while on the bottom, is the one you are taking for granted. As for the explanation for the results, well, I really don’t understand but it has something to do with randomness. But, I was shocked by my results; the person I was taking for granted was no one else but my father.
Bothered
I went home Thursday evening. After greeting my mother and sister at the living room, I opened the door to greet and pay my respects to my father lying in bed inside their room. He was always like that ever since he got sick with tuberculosis. But his condition got worse when he changed his medicine, as prescribed by his doctor. I stood there, gazing at him, wondering how I was taking him for granted.
The Bus Conductor
While on my way home, I saw a child crying inside the bus. He was about 2-3 years old; he stopped crying when the bus conductor went to him. It was then I realized that this was his father. Since his father, has to collect the fares of all the passengers aboard, he has to leave his son on his seat located behind the driver’s. So, as he went around the bus and collected, the son wailed nonstop. I even saw blood on his mouth, probably a cut made by accident. (Probably an outcome of his struggle to stand on his seat to let his father have a glimpse of him whining but since we are moving he might have fell and then bit his lip). I was amazed by the son’s ability to continuously whine all throughout the time when his father was not near him. It was more likely that there were about 40 – 50 passengers inside. The bus conductor was nearly at the end of his rope, as he was almost done collecting, he shouted his son to shut up for he could not focus on his job. When he was done, he went to woo his son. And then, as I look at the son, he kind of reminded me of myself…
The Cry Baby
My mom always tells me stories of my childhood, and most of her stories will comprise of me being such a cry baby. I remembered when I was about 3 – 4 years old; my father brought my sister and me to visit a house that we will soon occupy. He needed to check the house before we move in, so he tagged us along so we could also check it out. Jeepneys going out of the subdivision are on the waiting shed. So, in order for people to ride they have to wait in line or if the jeepney is already there, they would have to wait inside for the jeepney to be full. With that in mind, my father left me and my sister to bring back the keys to the house curator. A few minutes had passed the driver started the engine, it was then that I wailed my heart out… crying for driver to wait for my father… It was at that moment that he came back to the vehicle and went home together… I, of course, no longer cried…
There were countless times that I would cry but my father will always be there to woo me… It was the moment I remembered when I saw the little boy crying in the bus… As I look away and stare the evening lights of Ortigas, I came into an affirmation that I was taking him for granted.
As we start the lecture after lunch, Ana Marie introduced an ice breaker game to all of us, Ecosim Participants, so as to ready ourselves for another dreary lecture. I forgot what it is called, but I’m pretty sure it came from a book called “Kokology”. It’s a book about psychological games... or... something like that... not really sure... Anyways, the ice breaker went around like this: (if you like you could also try it yourself! (^_^) )
1. On a blank sheet of paper, write your name in the middle
2. Put a square around your name
3. Then, put the name of people you know around your name. Try to fill the empty spaces with those names
4. Draw a horizontal line on the middle
5. Above the line, draw a circle on the first person you’ll see
6. Do the same for the people below the line; remember to encircle the first person you’ll see.
The results: the person encircled above the line is someone you respect, while on the bottom, is the one you are taking for granted. As for the explanation for the results, well, I really don’t understand but it has something to do with randomness. But, I was shocked by my results; the person I was taking for granted was no one else but my father.
Bothered
I went home Thursday evening. After greeting my mother and sister at the living room, I opened the door to greet and pay my respects to my father lying in bed inside their room. He was always like that ever since he got sick with tuberculosis. But his condition got worse when he changed his medicine, as prescribed by his doctor. I stood there, gazing at him, wondering how I was taking him for granted.
The Bus Conductor
While on my way home, I saw a child crying inside the bus. He was about 2-3 years old; he stopped crying when the bus conductor went to him. It was then I realized that this was his father. Since his father, has to collect the fares of all the passengers aboard, he has to leave his son on his seat located behind the driver’s. So, as he went around the bus and collected, the son wailed nonstop. I even saw blood on his mouth, probably a cut made by accident. (Probably an outcome of his struggle to stand on his seat to let his father have a glimpse of him whining but since we are moving he might have fell and then bit his lip). I was amazed by the son’s ability to continuously whine all throughout the time when his father was not near him. It was more likely that there were about 40 – 50 passengers inside. The bus conductor was nearly at the end of his rope, as he was almost done collecting, he shouted his son to shut up for he could not focus on his job. When he was done, he went to woo his son. And then, as I look at the son, he kind of reminded me of myself…
The Cry Baby
My mom always tells me stories of my childhood, and most of her stories will comprise of me being such a cry baby. I remembered when I was about 3 – 4 years old; my father brought my sister and me to visit a house that we will soon occupy. He needed to check the house before we move in, so he tagged us along so we could also check it out. Jeepneys going out of the subdivision are on the waiting shed. So, in order for people to ride they have to wait in line or if the jeepney is already there, they would have to wait inside for the jeepney to be full. With that in mind, my father left me and my sister to bring back the keys to the house curator. A few minutes had passed the driver started the engine, it was then that I wailed my heart out… crying for driver to wait for my father… It was at that moment that he came back to the vehicle and went home together… I, of course, no longer cried…
There were countless times that I would cry but my father will always be there to woo me… It was the moment I remembered when I saw the little boy crying in the bus… As I look away and stare the evening lights of Ortigas, I came into an affirmation that I was taking him for granted.
Tuberculosis
December 2008: my father was diagnosed with Tubercolosis. He was glad to hear that he had this sickness, he anticipated something more. I can tell he’s afraid of death; he already stopped smoking months before he was diagnosed. I felt there was something going on behind the act. But since this was all for his good, I supported his decision and even made follow ups if he really sticks into his new routine.
When he was confined in the hospital, this is where he started looking thin and rather old for his age. His head is thinning out of hair and his skin is dry. The typical tuberculosis sick guy you’ll see at most hospitals. But I wasn’t ready to see him that way; I can still remember him smiling at me when he fetched me at the airport coming home from our training… He gained weight at that time; he smiled with his teeth out and with his chubby cheeks, wearing sunglasses… I was so happy seeing him that way. I can tell he is happy with his physical turnout, he said he is into jogging and he was excited to go home into our province and climb on the top of the one of the mountains there. All throughout the ride, we were having an exchanged conversation about the places we’ve been through, snorkeling, swimming… etc… We had so many things to talk about; almost all my interests were from him, my love of animals, environment, geography, art, books, English, etc... How I missed those chats. Its not that he could no longer have conversation, it’s just that, he’s always on bed all day… Sleeping… He’s always not feeling well… I also don’t have the time, I usually come home late. When I get home he’s already asleep.
Also, problems with money started creeping in. The meds weren’t that cheap. I started whining again, this time it’s about money. I can’t make myself buy the things I need, the driving lessons, the digital camera, I have always wanted to buy…I have always seen money on my own point of view. I’ve always felt like I was a destitute, since elementary. I was always laughed at because I looked poor.
It was then that envy in me was born. I have then dreamed of getting rich. As I looked into fancy restaurants, glittering watches and cute things, I swore I would get hand of those things. Now that I have been working, I am unaware that I am satisfying the need of my envious little self…. Unaware that as I shout and complain, my father is inside in his room, maybe clinging into his pillow, hurting with what he is hearing…
Learning it the hard way
Haay.. It’s never easy for me to learn. My brain is not programmed to learn quickly. I always get the lessons the hard way. The bus conductor made me realize the lesson. I really don’t know what to do next but I plan not to be insensitive anymore. If I want something, maybe it would be best not to say it out loud.
And also, I have to resolve some things to myself, I have so many issues that I need to fix... It would be best not to hurt anyone with those. Especially my father. (T_T)
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