Angst

For months now, I have been a part of a school organization. This org is the org for me because it is through this org that I got the chance to gain new friends, grow as a person, sing for the Lord and be surrounded with people who share the same talent & passion that I have. And truthfully, I have experienced many wonderful memories because of joining this organization. Happy – that’s what I feel whenever I am with them.

But like all other organizations, this org also has its fair share of monopoly of power, unjust treatment, and the inescapable subgroups. And like all other people part of an organization, I chose to adjust. I have tolerated the people who imposed too much just because they have power. I set aside the thought of favouritism regardless of how evident it already was. And yes, I was and am still part of a subgroup. But these downsides don’t really matter that much anymore since I have learned to look past all the negatives of this org and focus on all of the good sides. These downsides are also not the main purpose of this blog post. Still, if needed, I may mention them in the later part of this post.

Instead, I am writing because of one simple thing: a wish. This wish is something that I and my fellow org-mates have shared. Although others may have longed for it to come true longer than I have, the longing has, more or less, have been of the same intensity.

This wish is as simple as this: the chance to meet the Philippine Madrigal Singers and to hear them sing live. Come May 6, our wish saw the light: Fr. Arnold Zamora announced that the Madz will come to Bohol. They were going to have a concert and in addition to that, sing at the Cathedral at our usual 7:30am mass schedule. Every single one of us who were present during that announcement was ecstatic! Who wouldn’t be? It was the chance to make our wish come true. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity finally within our reach! And with our mouths wide open, our eye sockets bulging out of our eyes and high-pitched exclamations of shock, clearly, we all wanted that chance.

The Madrigals arrived on May 11. The night before they arrived, my cellphone got never-ending messages of announcements, excitement and all other chu-chus from my org-mates. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to pick up the Madz at the airport since it was a Friday and I had work from 9 to 5. Even if I really wanted to go, I just couldn’t. But I was fine with not being able to go. I knew my priorities well and saved myself the pain of waiting under the heat of the sun. By afternoon, I was roaming around the campus only to have met a friend who excitedly told me: “Hey! I heard your org will be the guest during the concert of the Madrigals tonight. Lucky you! You can see them live without buying tickets!” I, answered him with a “Huh?” for that word summed up my reaction to what I heard. I was clueless, I was shocked, I was confused, and I was hurt. Due to instinct, I sent a message to two of my org-mates and asked them if what I heard was true. Minutes passed and when I did receive their replies, their messages were only long litanies of excuses defending themselves and their selfish actions. Oh please, don’t tell me I’m too harsh. Nothing can explain the feeling that I felt upon receiving their replies for ‘hurt’, would be an understatement. The fact that they kept something as huge as singing with the Madrigals from everyone who weren’t able to meet them at the airport is a clear example of their selfishness. Why decide to keep it as a secret? Why not share the good news to everyone? Yes, we still wouldn’t be able to sing with the Madz even if my org-mates shouted it to the world, but we would have liked it better if we have known. What hurts is that I only knew about the offer by Fr. Arnold to sing with the Madz from someone outside of our organization. Which meant that the excited little pweepers kept it as a secret from the rest of the org but couldn’t keep their mouths shut when it came to bragging about themselves. They said Fr. Arnold told them that only a limited number should attend so they decided to let the ones who were there at the airport to be the only ones who could attend, ‘to be fair’. Talk about being fair. I had work, others had classes, and others had much more important stuff to do than put flower necklaces upon their idols. Fair would mean having the cards. So for it to be fair, should we have cut our classes? Should we not have gone to work? Should we have set aside our other priorities? They were only there because they were free and had nothing else to do. It would have only been fair if they also had work but forced themselves to be absent; if they also had classes but forced to skip them; if they had important matters to attend to but chose not to. That would have made everything fair. But as the saying goes: All is fair in love and war. And since they had the better cards, they won by default.

Another thing that made me angry (if not, angrier) was seeing that I had org-mates who weren’t there at the airport but were there, singing with the Madz. To name a few, one was the best friend of one of our organization’s officers, some of their close friends and there were some other members. So that’s what they call fair, huh? Letting their close friends or those part of their group tag along and leave us not-so-close friends behind since we are not part of their subgroup. Fair, indeed.

I have expressed my angst regarding this matter to a few of my org-mates just to let it out. But since nothing ever seems enough when it is hatred that rules over our thinking, I decided to blurt it all out in this post.

So, I didn’t plead and I am proud of it! I wasn’t able to sing with the Madz and I am not happy about it. But I told myself that there may be other chances to come. Who knows? And in the light of seeing the positive of every situation, I decided to just be happy for them who finally got the wish that they have long longed for. I truly am happy that they are happy.

I am still angry. But I am also ready to let bygones be bygones. It is bad to plant anger in your heart for it can grow and time may come when there will be no space for love to enter anymore. I don’t want that to happen since I am in a time where I need to love and be loved and these people are too special to be easily thrown away.

To sum up this post, my final words would be: I understand. I always do. I understand people, I understand their actions, and I understand their reasons, even if I am not pleased. And if that is too selfless of me, then only the Lord will save me.

Besides, now that I think about it, even if I was invited to come, I wouldn’t have anything to wear.

FINALLY!!

Finally, finally, finally, I successfully wrote a “good-to-be-heard” song about that good for nothing guy! hahaha
Yes, I may sound mean but trust me, what he did to me was way way meaner..
I wrote this song today, April 16, 2012 at around 6:00-6:30 pm, minutes after I found out that he deleted me as a friend on facebook. I guess I can take it as a good thing – he helping me move on. But that was like, downright mean. Also, I consider it the third strike so it hit me real hard. The first was not acknowledging my video and the second was changing his number on my birthday. Yeah.. Too much a girl could handle.. So I pour it all out.. in this song.
The song is entitled Rescue.

RESCUE

I. You’re one good actor, you made me believe that the future would have you & me together
You’re one silent killer, with a blink of an eye you shot right through my unprepared heart, oh

Ref: Little did I know that it was possible for you to just tear me apart like that
But you’ve got quick hands. And with your quick plans, you made me fall right into your trap

Chorus: I need a rescue, rescue. Can someone help me up?
In a pit of defeat and lies, shouting with all my might.
I need a rescue, rescue. Can someone please do that?
In a world that’s full of surprises, Misery is uninvited
I need a rescue

II. You’re the world’s greatest liar, you had me fooled with useless words that I treated as treasure
You’re vain and you’re gay, no don’t try to deny it.
So selfish, never thinking about others.

Ref2: Little did I know that it was possible for you to pull me in too quick yet push me away.
But although I faked it, don’t tell me that you never loved me back or felt the same way.

Repeat Chorus 2x

(kat 4/16/12)

Song Number 1

So….. I wrote a song about him. Yeah, I did. Not because I had some feelings that needed expressing, but because I wanted to have a song that was about him. I already have too many songs about the wrong guy and for once, I wanted to write something for someone who actually seemed…..right. Plain and simple reason. But it didn’t really end up well – both the song and our relationship. The song is not that fantastic and I guess we both couldn’t handle the bumps. The only consolation is that I mean every word I say. Oh well.. Here goes..

Video here: http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=416371038379380&saved

I WILL MISS YOU

How do I start to write a song about a guy who means so much to me
Should I say that I had fun with our short yet worthwhile time together?
Or should I say that I have never felt this way before?
Or should I say that it’s about time I cry ’cause you don’t love me anymore?

And as with all the wars I’ve gone through
Yours won’t be the first scar
But keep in mind forever
That we’re perfect together

I will miss you
I knew that I would ’cause even now I do
And I will try to forget you but I know deep inside that I won’t pull through
Because I love you so tenderly
And my nights are incomplete without you messing it for me
Bottom line is baby, I will miss you…

©katLibot12

Pretending

This………………….is not my best poem. Ironically, I’ve realized that I write better poems when it talks about other people and their experiences and when they can relate to it more. But when I write about how I feel and what I have experienced, I end up with this kind of junk. Urgh! I just needed to express everything…somehow. Maybe later, when I can think clearly, in a song. But for now, I’d settle for a poem. My grade for this: D+ (the plus is for the courage to actually do this). Oh well… :-/

 

The situation began when you pretended you liked me

I pretended I liked you too and that was an unlikely mistake

But I liked pretending and you pretended you liked it too

We enjoyed pretending and everything that went along with it

 

The pretending lasted for days, weeks or months, I suppose

One can lose track of time thinking too much – pretending

And what we discovered while we were pretending

Seemed too strong; scary for both you and me

 

You were good at it – pretending

And I was too much for a fool for it -pretending

The ride had bumps but it also had slides

And it was definitely one roller-coaster ride

 

I hoped for the best, wished for the best, prayed for the best

But the best never came, and the worst is what I am facing now

All that useless pretending ended up in nothing

But how come I end up alone, crying?

 

You are heartless, insensitive, selfish and obnoxious

I am foolish, stupid, blind and weak

Or so we both pretended to be

Two opposite roles in one romantic comedy

 

So here we are, pretending again

In front of the many people watching

I’m pretending that I am hurt

And you’re pretending you don’t care

 

I wonder how long this pretending will last

Because it has taken its toll on me

And you enjoy it too much

You overdo it; I want to end it

 

I am tired of pretending

I am tired of your pretending

I don’t want any more pretending

But I can’t stop pretending

 

Or is this really pretending?

 

©KatLibot 3/19/12

Friendship in a song

I had a meaningful and heartwarming conversation with a certain someone last Saturday night.. That night, we talked about a very common topic: FRIENDSHIP. Friendship is a bond that two people have with each other and would usually last years, if not forever. Friendship is the bond that me and that person has.

It has always made me wonder on how good I am as a friend. Am I an awful one? Do I do annoying things? Do I overreact? Am I too demanding? Am I too kill-joy?  And without asking for the answers, he gave me just what I needed. Of course, I give credit to his being frank especially on our conversations. He never fails to tell me what he feels and even if we sometimes end up in trial-like arguments, I always appreciate his honesty.

That night, he told me that I was one-of-a-kind. That I was unique. Who wouldn’t feel proud, right? But I told him my sentiments and the dissappointments I had with a few of the people around me and he merely said: “You can’t please everybody”.

And that’s when it hit me.

I don’t know what hit me exactly; it might have been a bug, dust, or an idea. And as coincidental as it may seem, I was holding a guitar on my hands with the capo ready on the second fret. So I started playing the three easiest chords that existed on the face of the Earth, felt the rhythm, and wrote a song.

This song is about friendship. It’s about appreciating that one (or more) special person in my life. It’s about being thankful, not only for the fun and the laughter, but also for the pain and hardships.

Here’s the link to the video:  http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=2443811628505

Fair Warning: The video version is the raw one. I only made the video to dedicate the song for another friend whose celebrating her birthday tomorrow. I jumbled the words and made up some of it. My guitar sounds awful because even after a year and a half of playing it, I still don’t know how to tune the strings. AND, this is a really simple song. That’s what you get for writing a song in 30 minutes. Nevertheless, here it is: A FRIEND LIKE YOU

A FRIEND LIKE YOU (January 29, 2012)

I. You always know how to cheer me up when I’m down

And you know that I trust that you’ll always be around

“Don’t you worry” that’s what you always tell me so I throw away all my cares and all my worry

Nights are always easier when you take away my frown

Refrain: You’re my life’s good fortune

The rainbow after the storm has passed through

Chorus: I thank you for the sun/smiles

I thank you for the moonlit messages and warm embraces

I thank you for the fun

and I thank you for the fights and the lies

These make me stronger / strengthen my armor

I thank the Lord, for a friend like you

II. You always say that I’m a special pal

And when I get insecure you turn me upside down

“You’re unique and you can’t please everybody”

Now I realize that I don’t have to worry

‘Cause a friend like you would always back me up

(Refrain) (Chorus)2x

A friend like you..

I’d like to thank my friend for giving me the inspiration to write another song. You always know exactly what to say. Kudos!

Regardless

(this is just a quick one)

 

When I got home from practice, my throat started to hurt and my voice started to crack. What went in my mind was: PANIC! I directly asked for help from my other chorale-mates and their replies only made me worry more.

Actually, what happened today was far beyond what I expected. The practice started at around 10 and we started with the contest piece. It’s an easy song and the Alto’s run is pretty much already mastered by all members. So we took the time to help the Base with learning their notes since theirs are the hardest.  In the afternoon session with Ma’am Tocmo, I had the hardest part of them all! One, because I was the only Alto present. Two, because I had to master my notes as fast as I could for my own mastery and so I could teach the other Altos. And three, I had to sing louder than usual just to keep my voice heard from all the others. To make matters worse, the song was definitely NOT an easy one.

Now, I’m not complaining. But sometimes, I ask myself why I involve myself in many extra-curricular activities. I don’t exactly know why I’m always open to many different kinds of contests and turn into a yes-man (or woman) when invited to present in special occasions. And I look back at those times when I was still young and realize that I did the exact same things! Regardless of why I do it, I continue to do it and even give my best! And regardless of the negative effects to me physically, I still enjoy doing it the next time around! I may get tired at the end of the day, I may get stressed along the way, I may lose time with friends, and I may jumble my schedules. But, I gain new experiences and I encounter many new friends. I also know how to prioritize and I definitely know my limits. Most importantly, God gave me these talents and giving it back to him a thousand folds is better than not utilizing it at all! I know I am not the best at what I do. But someone’s gonna be better and someone’s got to strive harder. And just because I’m the latter, it doesn’t mean I have it as a hindrance to doing it in the first place! The bottom line is, I just LOVE doing it! When I sing and perform with a smile on my face, when I write and read it back with a sense of pride, when I lose myself in the midst of a music jam, that in itself can make all the negative energies vanish! And the happiness that I feel, it’s just PRICELESS! All that I know is, when I grow old and look back at all the things I did in my life, I won’t regret a single thing because I know I took the chance when it was staring at me in the face! So maybe I shouldn’t really keep asking myself  why why why anymore.  I should just start to enjoy every second while it lasts!

Starting now, I’m gonna keep my mouth shut to avoid losing my voice and start to use hand language. Besides, the next practice is not til Tuesday and by then, I’m gonna be giving it my best all over again! Cheers to a wonderful life and the beautiful talents God gave us! A blessed Sunday ahead!

i WAS bullied

The past couple of days, fate must have tempted me to write this blog because I have encountered a couple of posts, shows, blogs & pictures about bullying. Unfortunately, fate won and here I am writing this blog. Here are the “signs” I’ve seen this week:

The first one (and probably the most consistent one) is Demi’s song, Mistake which have been covered by several YouTube artists – all of which I have heard. This song does not necessarily tackle on bullying itself but on accepting that you’ve done a mistake. But still, Demi is a person for anti-bullying and have been bullied herself, thus the reason for the coincidence.

Second, is the ANTM15 episode I have seen on StarWorld which showed the aspiring models being photographed with the words that they are being bullied for written all over their bodies and posing in a way that they have overcomed those significant words. Not only does this episode feature the anti-bullying site (http://www.pacerteensagainstbullying.org/#/home) and all the models’ individual strive against bullying but also, Demi made a special appearance.

Third is MeganandLiz’s official music video of Are You Happy Now. The music video showed Megan and Liz portraying two different roles, both different from each other, but both bullied and how they stood up for themselves. At the near end of the video, they promoted the site: http://StepUpToBullying.org along with Shenae Grimes (who also directed the video) to standing up against bullying and doing something to stop it.

Fourth is my friend and co-wordian’s blog post about bullying: Bullied but Victorious (http://thoughtsandheartstrings.wordpress.com/2011/10/19/bullied-but-victorious/) which is not only inspiring but was clearly written from the heart.

All these made me rethink my experiences when I myself was bullied. I had doubts of writing this blog in the first place because one can never be sure of all the outcomes and because I have NEVER shared these experiences with anyone (ever!) before; so consider yourself lucky. Even though it might break my heart reliving those memories, I’ll stay strong.

I was bullied. It started in my first year of highschool. It was still the first day of classes and normally, we introduce ourselves to the class. Along with the basic information, we were also asked to present a special song number, dance performance, or any other act that would show our talents. I sang. And so the bullying began. Up until now, I don’t know if I really had that much of a bad voice or if they envied my confidence to sing, that they hated me so much. They watched carefully my every move and laugh hysterically at even the littlest mistakes that I’ve made. And if I do a good act, they spread rumors that I was either playing nice in front of the teachers or that I really hated doing good and was just pretending. At first, I didn’t mind. They backbited me, laughed behind my back, drew ugly cartoons of me, underestimated my potentials, puked (not really, more like judged excessively) at my clothes, and gave me the fakest of smiles – but I honestly didn’t mind. I wasn’t really physically hurt, and so far, that was what matters the most. And if I didn’t fit in to any of the ‘groups’ in their lame status quo, I was surely doing well by myself. But, it seemed that they still wasn’t contented because my gay classmate started this lame rumor that I had smelly armpits. He told his ‘followers’ that he smelled my P.E. shirt after I changed to my uniform after our morning calisthenics. Note: he is a GUY and I change my clothes in the GIRLS’ bathroom. And I made sure I kept my dirty clothes in a separate bag (where no bloody big-nosed insecure gay could possibly smell it) and I’m pretty sure that if not everyone, most of us get a little bit smelly after the sweat has dried up. Now, I’m not defending myself because the rumor is true, but because I always make sure I have this proper hygiene. I mean, with a nurse as your mother, one can’t help being clean all the time. So as I have foreseen it, the rumors spread the entire campus (maybe a little bit exaggerating here, but I think I’m allowed to do it). I was known as the smelly-armpit girl who didn’t take daily baths. The jokes went viral and the laughing was endless. At that point, I hated the experience, but was still doing fine on my own. The teasing continued for three years and I was able to hold on to sanity – I survived.

But just when I thought things would not go worse, it actually did. One fine morning, just as the recess bell rung, my classmates hurried out the classroom to do the usual recess routine: wait in line to exchange money for chits and buy the food. When I realized that I forgot my wallet in the room, I hurried to get it. Before I went in, I peeked in the door and saw my classmate (let’s hide her by the name Alicia), Alicia, looking for something in my other classmate’s bag. I’m not sure to whom that bag belonged to but I was sure that it wasn’t hers. But I didn’t stop her or tell anybody right away because she might’ve been looking for something rightfully hers (not just in her bag) or maybe she was just asked to get something for somebody else. The possibilities were many, so I decided to keep quiet and pretend that nothing happened. Went inside the room and got out quickly, not giving the chance to talk with Alicia(although she did see me). The rest of the day went the usual way…until about 1:30pm when bad news surfaced the whole year level. As it turns out, one of my classmates lost her money. They think that somebody stole it, but was just not sure who. Our adviser told us that my classmate realized it was lost after recess; meaning, the entire class were all suspects to an unlikely theft. I was surprised later when our H.E. teacher called me out of the room and asked me if I saw anybody inside the classroom during recess. Innocently, I answered that I saw Alicia there as I was also there. But I DID NOT accuse her of the crime. I was merely stating that I saw her there when I went to get my wallet. That was it! I went back to our H.E. room and went back to sewing as I heard Alicia’s name being called. She returned minutes later with red puffy eyes and held a hanky to her nose. When the bell rang and our teacher was out of the room (and far enough not to hear our voices), Alicia came to me with evil eyes and clenched fists. She ranted about how bad I was because I told our teacher that she stole the money. My other classmates gathered around, excited to see how large the fight would grow. I, on the other hand, was speechless. Because I didn’t respond to all of her false accusations, she pointed one large finger at me, just centimeters away from my eyes and said these awful things about me. She said that I was a liar and that I only appeared good for the teachers. Then, she said that I should watch out the minute I walk out the school doors because she was going to be there, with a knife in her hand, ready to kill me. My heart started beating faster and sweat started to go down my temples just as tears slowly crept down my cheeks. She laughed at me and asked if I wanted to fight back, over and over again. I chose not to. Not because I was a coward or because I didn’t know how to fight back, but because I didn’t want to waste my time with false accusations and pointless wars. If I had nothing better to do, better not do anything at all, that’s what I believed. But because I feared getting beat up (the possibility was high because our room was in the topmost floor, and most of the students have gone home, and she had her back-up ready), I ran. I ran as fast I could. Not looking back, and shutting my ears to their loud shouts of pride. I ran to the ground floor of that same building (where the kindergarten classrooms are, and they usually don’t have classes during the afternoons) and went towards the bathroom in a dark corner, went inside a cubicle, locked the doors, squatted on the floor, and cried. I decided to go there because I thought that that was probably the last place they were going to look for me and because it was too dark and looked deserted. And boy, did I cry. I cried my heart out! All my frustrations, the hurt, and the never-ending fear. I cried because I thought life wasn’t fair because my life was at stake all because I told the truth. It was just unfair! I stayed there for three hours and only went back to the room to get my stuff. It was already dark by then and I went outside through the other exit (not the one I always go through) and looked back, looked front, side by side, just keeping myself alert for anything bad that might come my way.

It was a traumatic experience, one that I surely wouldn’t forget. What got me through it was courage, prayer, and faith.

Ofcourse, I would still cover my face whenever I see Alicia pass by. I was still cautious. Luckily, I managed to have friends – real ones, before I graduated. They kept me stronger and helped me go through the whole experience.

Now, I am in 3rd year college. And looking back at my highschool life, I realize that I didn’t really have a good one. I remember spending Intramurals in the cool shade, alone, because I was sick and wasn’t allowed to play any games and my friends all had their events. I remember always having the urge to join contests and try my luck at games, but never had the chance to because they would always convince the teacher to disagree and choose another student. I remember the Educational Tours, and how boring they always are when my company are not that fun. I remember the Junior-Senior Prom and how nobody wanted to be my partner. I remember taking a deep breath before I go inside the school doors, every single day. I remember those nights when I cried myself to sleep. But most importantly, I remember the Graduation Day – when I bowed at the stage in front of all those people, proud that I survived the four unlucky years and was still standing strong (also because I was able to take a big big sigh of relief that day because I knew I wouldn’t see any of them again). So if I had it my way, I wouldn’t want to go back and live it all again. The experiences merely made me the person I am today.

They still see me as the smelly-armpit girl who didn’t take daily baths and Alicia still hates me (proof: the picture of the post in our FB group when I was added). But still, I don’t mind. It is because of them that I stand here today, stronger. I am more confident than they ever will be and I have achieved more than what they expected. True, I don’t get invited to their debut parties. True, I didn’t attend the reunion, nor will I attend the ones to come. True, they pretend they don’t see me when we pass by each other in the hallways of school. But seeing them with shocked expressions and wide-open mouths when they see me grow more successful and happier is priceless! And no, I don’t intend to give them the revenge that they deserve. I believe that karma will do it for me when the right time comes.

So fate won! The ‘signs’ seemed to work and now my blog is done. I may not have been bullied severely and other people may have far worse experiences than me, but getting that out of my chest is one step ahead to completely forgetting the locked-up feelings. Expressing them is one thing but forgetting them is another. After you read this, keep your lips sealed and move on. And if this would help, STOP BULLYING!

Everyday Bohol

 

I have read The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho and a particular line struck me. It goes like this:

“… each day is the same as the next, it’s because people fail to recognize the good things that happen in their lives every day that the sun rises.”

 

It struck me not only because of how true it is but also because it has awakened me from this thing I call life. Every day, I go to the same places, do the same things, meet the same people, read the same books, eat the same food, and walk the same paths. I have been living in a routine. We all are!  And I failed to realize it – until now. I think, the mistake we have ignored is being more open to change. Because we are all masters at how our lives generally work, we fail to go beyond our range of views; fail to see the other wonders that life can bring; fail to encounter the many possibilities that would’ve happened because we are comfortable and somewhat contented. We are not open to the risk of change because of the fear of unhappiness that the change may bring. There are so many beautiful blessings we receive every day; the ability to recognize it is the challenge.

Thus, the reason for my blog. Because of my newly awakened being, I have decided to enjoy life more; observe all the details, no matter how little; and be thankful for everything that comes my way. Yes, I will still be living in the same routine; but this time, it’ll be different. With each day that passes by, I will jot down one thing that makes every day different. A new friend, free lunch, a smile form a complete stranger, a lame joke, a surprise, the sunset, everything, anything! As Paulo wrote it,

“The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world…”

Of course, it may not be necessary. But I have decided to make it a project that I will work on for hopefully many years, bearing one goal: to influence other people. I was not forced to do this. But I know that when times become tough and problems come my way, I may lose track of what I started; hopefully, this blog can change that. I am also hoping that when other people will read the happiness I feel through a simple thing, they, YOU will also marvel at the little things in your own lives. Besides, we are never really sure how long our lives will be. If we don’t allow ourselves to be happy now, when will we start doing it? When it is too late?

 

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I will be posting one thing a day. Through my Tumblr blog (http://everydaybohol.tumblr.com/), I will share the little wonders of my life with you. This does not only make me LOVE my life more, but it will also make me happier to know that somebody out there is reading it. I only wish that you will be happy reading my posts too! =)) And when you do, please do share it with other people. The more people we can affect in this lifetime, the better. =))

SORRY…

My sincerest apologies goes to you and all your efforts..

I know I told you I’d be there. Told you I’d participate.

But she wasn’t there (didn’t reply to any of my texts either) and I got scared that I might get lost on the way to your house.. My parents wouldn’t allow me to go there ALONE either..

But honestly, I could have a mile long list of excuses but I’m just gonna go straight out with an apology.. I AM SORRY..

I felt bad when I received your text that you even baked a cake and awaited our presence.. And I know that you have been planning for that event in a very long time..

I know what you feel for that kind of thing happened to me too! So I feel your pain sistah! =))

My sincerest apologies, again..

BUT my willingness to volunteer (and even be an officer) still stands strong. Very strong.

Hope you won’t feel bad.. OR if you already did, cheer up! Please? =))

Thankyou deej!

Jupiter

 

A quick blog about this song that I heard just now. It’s on Replay and I don’t think it’s gonna get out of my head.

 

” Jupiter’s got nothing on you.. “

 

Listen to the piano.

Listen to their voices.

Listen to their harmonies.

Listen to addictive tone of the song.

Listen to the lyrics.

 

It sums up greatness for me!

Katy McAllister is a great singer and and awesome songwriter!

 

Here’s the link to the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9lv4X35XUo

Enjoy! =))