Despite all the hype about the 25th anniversary of Ninoy Aquino, I was never really interested in all the activities and events planned specifically for the occasion. I guess I just never saw myself to be the type to give a lot of importance to politics. But as this was required, I attended the symposium that was set on the 27th of November in the North Conservatory. I admit that upon hearing of the speakers attending the event, I was impressed at the line-up. The actor Diether Ocampo who founded the Kabataang Inyong Dapat Suportahan (K.I.D.S.) Foundation was present, Rags2Riches co-founder Reese Fernandez, TV reporter Atom Araullo, and Elvin Uy, a DLSU alumni and recipient of the Benigno S. Aquino Jr. Award for Nationalism. Former president Cory Aquino and Mayor Alfredo Lim were also present in the symposium.

What took me by surprise was how different all these speakers were, they came from all different walks of life and all have various careers and lifestyles that it was quite overwhelming to realize that they all came together for one event. I guess that was when it hit me that my being ignorant of such an occasion could only hurt me.

One of the first things I noticed upon nearing the venue of the symposium was that it was filled to the brim and that the line of people waiting to go in were forming the most intricate shape just so that everyone can fit inside. It was good to see the whole Lasallian community being active in such an activity especially since we are usually known for our being ignorant of the politics world outside our campus. But the fact that it seemed like the whole school appeared for the symposium took that label away.

Brother Armin led the whole group in a wonderful prayer and he continued on to talk about the coming changes that we should begin to expect in the near future. For one, he talked about the issue of changing our current President and how it wasn't the solution to our country's problems. All the speakers had something to share whether it be about their views on leadership and the youth, or on the changing times that the country is going through nowadays to their own experiences with being leaders. The speaker who I really wanted to listen to was Former President Cory Aquino, I was taken aback by how different she looked from what I often pictured her to be and yet, there was a presence that emanated from her. Once she walked into the room, talk died down and heads turned to follow her walk to her seat. I restlessly waited for her turn to speak and I was in awe of what she had to say. In a time where most of the youth show less than enthusiasm for change and politics, it was wonderful to feel the hum of excitement spreading through the students as we listened to her speech.

I guess one of the goals of the iamninoy campaign is to be able to imbibe hope in the youth today. I can't speak for all of the youth here in the country, but I can still say that the iamninoy campaign was a success because despite the fact that one person may seem insignificant, there was still a change in that symposium. I'm just really glad that that one person is me.

World War II is one of the lowest points of humanity that everyone, whether present during the period or not, looks back upon with tears of sadness in their eyes. The atrocities of the systematic destruction of our fellow man can make even the stoutest of soldiers weep. What is it that can turn someone against his or her fellow man to the point of total destruction? Is it greed, power, or maybe just plain stupidity? Maybe that’s why I never really enjoyed reading or watching anything that talks about the happenings that went on at that period. I’m saddened by the thought of watching people being destroyed so randomly, almost the same way a child would squish a line of black ants just for the hell of it. What makes it worse is that the one doing the destroying is another person and this is another reason for making me cringe at the idea of going through a few minutes of discussing WWII, I’m ashamed of what our fellow men did. Despite this, I still force myself to open my eyes and read/watch through whatever material I need just so I can learn. Learn from the mistakes that others made and allow myself to think rationally regarding the issue.

There is, however, one highlight in watching the films. Most of these films will usually contain a scene wherein humanity at its best is seen to be at work. Stories of how a person from the opposite side of the war goes out of his way to help another survive are a feat of incredible bravery and compassion. Emmanuel Levinas discusses about how certain things can take us by surprise. By this, he means that the other is capable of touching us in a most unpredictable way. In the film, The Pianist, Szpilman was one of the Polish – Jews that were suffering from the war at the hands of the Germans, Szpilman sought help from those non – Polish and non – Jews and he was given it, but what was given to him that was actually unnecessary was when a friend of his friend gave him a place to stay at the risk of his and his family’s life. Acts such as this surprise us as we only expect this from the hands of our most trusted friends and not just anyone.

Gabriel Marcel talked about “experience and reflection”; how an experience can change a person and how the experience felt should be dealt with reflection. Such is the scene between Szpilman and the German Officer that caught him while he was in hiding. Instead of killing the musician or reporting it to the Germans, he allowed Szpilman to hide out in the attic and even brought him food on a regular basis at the cost of his position. When the Germans finally lost in the war, Szpilman was actually back to living life as if it was before the war. He could have moved on with his life, never having to talk or thing about the war, but when an opportunity for him to help out the German Officer showed, he tried his best to look for him.

At this day and age, its normal to fear the future as tragedies and crises are happening all throughout the globe and talk of Neo - Nazis have started to rise again...

What gives me hope in all this mess is the idea of people still longing for peace. And as cliche as it sounds, this - I believe, is the one thing keeping all of us sane.

In an age where being “emo” is the trend, showing jubilant ecstasy openly is frowned upon and discussing the unfairness of life as a means to alleviate boredom. It’s difficult to search for a distinct and strong enough reason to answer the question: “Is life worth living?” To initiate my thoughts, I had to resort to asking this question to various people I knew. Aside from a slew of “emo” answers ranging from a quiet “No.” to a long and winding speech of their own problems as to why life for them was just too difficult to go through, I received quite a lot of positive ones. All of them answered quite hurriedly with some even looking at me strangely and asking me if I was feeling okay or if I was thinking of committing suicide.

For the record, no, committing suicide is not in my foreseeable agenda.

In spite of all that gave me answers, whether serious or not, none of it still helped. I realized why, all of them answered and reacted automatically, without thinking the question through. And as I’m quite sure that this question has passed through their minds at least once in their lives, it still made me stop and think as to why people often react that way to these kinds of questions. Admittedly, I think that I approached my questioning the wrong way. I asked it quite randomly without thinking if the person I asked was in the right state (meaning: not rushing, not doing anything, not going through anything too emotionally damaging, etc). Even so, I always thought that people would treat age-old questions that have haunted mankind more seriously.

This last thought brings me back to my original position of sitting in front of my dinky laptop pretending to type something worthwhile with the hopes that some sort of answer will come to me.

Strangely enough, the answer arrives while I’m in the process of looking for something heavy yet worthless to throw to a group of drunk people, belting their hearts out to the tune of Sarah Geronimo’s latest single which is played by one person on a xylophone.

(I know. A xylophone! It was a very irritating fiesta – like version that I was subjected to.)

After finding my item, an expired AA battery, I made my way to the terrace and searched for the source of my annoyance when I saw, a bit further down the road, a man selling balot and penoy. And I have to wonder, which of them would feel as if life was worth living? The group of people, who look to be in high school, drinking as early as 8 PM or the middle-aged man selling his wares? The people who obviously have the money to spare to buy a xylophone or the man who most likely needs the extra income that makes him continue to work after the sun sets? The people who has nothing better to do than to create noise and laugh at each others poor singing and crude jokes or the man that has to work more than 8 hours a day in order to support his family?

I automatically answered that the man would most likely find life worth living more than the group of young – adults – pretending - to – be – mature – by – drinking – when – they – in – fact – possess – the – discipline – of – 7 – year – olds! (Yeah, they’re still destroying perfectly good music, this time it’s a Jonas Brothers song) but I couldn’t actually pinpoint why I thought that the man would find life worth living more than the group of people.

Logically, I would think that the group of obviously happy people would be able to find more reasons to feel as if life was worth living but then upon further reflection you’d wonder why the man is working his ass off while the group of people are spending their time lazing about as if there isn’t anything better that they can do.

To answer the age-old question, life IS worth living but only if you make it worth living.

I can't believe achi's leaving tomorrow.

Sure, I've known ever since February that she'd be leaving for Beijing one of these days to study...I just never realized that the day would ever come.

**If I integrate what I learned in one of my major classes, Theories of Personality, I'm experiencing one of the 8 ego-defense mechanisms called REPRESSION -- which is when a person doesn't express a certain thought or emotion. Basically, it means that I was in denial. (wow...I am my own therapist. yey.)

When I first found out a year ago that achi would try for a spot on the JTA (junior term abroad) program of Ateneo, I started laughing. Hard. But not because she wouldn't pass the exams, actually, I was certain that she'd be accepted due to her grades and credentials but it's a known fact in my family that both achi and shobe tend to get really homesick so I was really surprised that she'd willingly do this.

I was right about her getting accepted.

And think all you want about me, but I honestly got pissed at that. There she goes again, getting all the attention from the family, going on massive shopping sprees every week for "China things" and being allowed to go out to spend as much time as she could squeeze in with her friends before she leaves.

I was so jealous.

Not only because of the things I wrote above but also because, in my mind, it was ME -- it has always been me who would study abroad, go on an amazing trip, live independently and who would grow (taller, as i always believed that I would once I was in a cooler climate) into a wonderful person. I always thought that it would be me who'd be welcomed back to the love of my family and friends who would praise me endlessly for the chance I willingly took.

And as the time of achi's leave-taking drew near, she'd usually come home from school bringing with her new brochures of the dorm and the class schedule she'd have for the next six months and showing it off grandly to us. She and my parents would get so excited over dinner for the different electives that was available for her to take that I couldn't get a word in about my day in school.

Sometimes, she'd even ask me about her classes or tell me what she learned in the required seminars that they had to attend before leaving (like common courtesy or to eat a scorpion if it was offered or something like that) but I just couldn't answer her. I couldn't bring myself to help her in packing or even to accompany her to the bank to fix her accounts or something. I just couldn't.

And I always thought that it was plain envy.

I remember something from 2 weeks ago. Achi and my mom came home laden with bags of groceries, when I went over to check if they bought my much needed Bull-dog (the best steak sauce ever!!) My mom held the bags away from me and told me that all the things inside were for achi's trip. I must have looked confused as hell because achi piped up from behind "Hello...I'm leaving in 2 weeks na noh!"

Later that night, my sister and my mom got into a fight about my sister's packing habits and in frustration achi ran to me -- I was, BTW, in the bathroom brushing my teeth. She started to blather on and on about how lucky she was since she'd be leaving them and that she was sorry for leaving me and inna alone to fend ourselves from the parents.

That broke me. (To be clear, not because she'd be leaving us with my parents but because she's be leaving us. ::PERIOD::)

Achi was so surprised when I rushed over to her -- toothbrush in my mouth and all, and hugged her tightly. I was already crying. She completely forgot about her own frustrations and just hugged me back until I stopped crying. After a while she said: "Aaaw, shobe will miss me."

Malamang nasira yung moment since we both started to laugh.

That's when I realized that the reason for my not wanting to hear anything about China or help her in her errands was not because I was jealous but because I didn't want to make her leaving me us easy for her.

She's leaving in less than 7 hours for the airport. And I still don't know how to say goodbye to her.

Writing down the name of someone who you believe to be frustrating as hell on something as public as an online journal is just plain STUPID. Sure, a journal is where you're supposed to jot down your thoughts and feelings about an important event or about a person in your life or about something as mundane as the weather. But an ONLINE journal --- where just about anyone can see it, is not the place to back-stab or to intentionally hurt someone by some odd comments.

I've written about some people in my blog and I even mention names, but notice that I only do so when i'm recounting a wonderful time with them or talking about a moment together or even when i'm teasing them. But I don't mention names when I get serious, get mad or have nothing good to say about them.

ETHICS. That's what you call it.

Here are my main reasons for not doing this "telling-the-world-this-person-is-an-ass-to-get-attention" crap:

1.) I freely admit to writing about specific people in my blog, and again, I NEVER write down their names. For one thing, that's just plain cruel.

2.) That's just asking for MAJOR trouble. The person reads about your blog and tells everyone that you know that you're such an ass for writing his/her name down, (as reason 1 states that it is cruel to do so) thus, making you an even bigger jerk than you really are for writing their name down in the first place.

3.) For your really close friends who unintentionally irritate you: By not writing their names down, you will have absolutely no problems in fixing the issue between you two since they'll easily pick up on your frustration and talk to you privately about it without causing any tongues to wag.

4.) For those who just piss you off repeatedly: This is an easy way to tell if the person you're writing about is smart enough to realize that it's them you're talking about. And wouldn't it be lovely to realize that you haven't stooped to the level of an idiot? (something like this happened to me before, and the person picked it up right away. See? Not an idiot.)


**FYI: I saw my name on a blog, and let me tell you, aside from a completely different story that was placed on it, I was labeled as a reason for his/her ruined day. Actually, I'm feeling pretty good about the fact that I ruined his/her day. I wonder if I can do it some more?

I'm not numb anymore. Maybe that's why it feels relaxing to write again. Yesterday would have been too soon. Today is a bit better, but I'm forcing myself to do this just so I won't forget anything that I experienced the past few days.

It was February 28 of the new year, I was having THE BEST day. My crush texted me the night before and my high reached it's limit when he approached me that day to ask how I was doing. I got a bonus 20 points in INTGLOS and my seat for high school musical was already reserved. I arrived home at 2:00 PM to the phone ringing. It was papa. He told me that I couldn't go to the show. I was furious! That was so unfair! I started rattling a list of reasons as to why he had no reason not to allow me to go and that both my sisters were going out as well. My dad cut me short of my tirade by saying: "Your ahya DA just died this morning."

I wasn't even thinking when I shouted at my dad and told him that it was a really bad joke. Instead of yelling at me and promising all sorts of pain when he got home, he told me that he wasn't kidding, and he just heard the news. I didn't know what else to do but to believe him.

"How?" "When?" "Where?" and most especially "Why?" was running through my mind. I remember putting the phone down and walking to the sofa and plopping down on it. What was wrong with me? I wasn't even crying. I opened the TV and stayed in that sofa until my dad got home at 5:30. Both my sisters came home and they were crying. My dad was teary-eyed and my mom, who supposedly vacationing in the States for 3 weeks, told us she was coming back for the funeral. She just left for her trip a 5 days before.

I didn't cry until 10:30 PM.

On the way to the province my whole family was laughing and kidding around like we always did. Apparently, it was a moment's reprieve for what would come. When we arrived, it was late, 9:30 in the evening and the house was easy to spot what with the fluorescent lights hanging from inside the big tent that was set-up outside our house and the hundreds of candles lighting up the balconies of all three floors of the house. My mom was suddenly in shock. She kept on mumbling to herself: "Hindi ko pa ata kaya." My dad made us wait in the car while he got an umbrella to shield us from the heavy rains. My mom didn't listen, she ran out of the car and we all followed. I saw it right away, the casket. It was white and in place of where our long sofa used to sit. While my mom ran to my ahya DA and started wailing. I averted my gaze and went to my relatives who were sitting quietly in the dining room, not at all worried by my mother's screaming. I later learned, that they all went through that when they arrived.

I was with my cousin, his sister, and she looked so lost. Her eyes were trained on the casket but she kept on opening and closing her mouth as if she wanted to talk to her brother, and when she couldn't, she leaned on me. My aunt, who wasn't ahya DA's biological mom, was busy entertaining the 1000 guests who visited us. She was always smiling, but her eyes held a sadness that I didn't want to feel. I saw my uncle Don sitting in the back, he had his arms up on the back of his head. I knew he was trying not to cry, that was a "Lim" thing between the boys in our family. That's how they tried to stop the flow of tears. My ahya DA used to do it too.

When the people from the church started to recite their group prayers for ahya DA, I noticed a beautiful angel statue perched on a candelabra. She had an almost gray pallor to her porcelain skin and she was dressed in a flowy white silk gown with gold beading. She moved, you know? And that was what started my tears. The angel's head tilted from left to right, her hands moved to her chest and back out to the world over and over again. And my sight blurred as my tears fell when I questioned: What right did that statue have to move when my own cousin couldn't? It just wasn't right.

The next day (not that any of us noticed since we hardly slept), my cousins and I sat near our ahya DA and played his instruments that were displayed next to him. While my cousins played and all of us were singing ahya DA's favorite songs, I realized that it was my ahya DA who inspired us all to pick up an instrument. He was always the one who organized us during our frequent jamming sessions: "Michelle, do this chord and then do a quick change to that chord....Dab, ganito yung intro ah....Franco, slow down sa plucking mo....Ralph, gawin mo yung beat na toh....Mim, magback-up singer ka nalang or kahit kungwari nalang na kumakanta ka"

My cousins were getting frustrated with each other, they couldn't keep in time and they never finished a song without messing up. At one point, it hit them all that things would be difficult without ahya DA. But what broke my heart was how when they were almost ready to lash out, each one of them would look at ahya's picture before starting over.

I heard that my older cousins, Robbie and Danessa were going over to the site where my ahya fell. It was in our office compound at the garage near Barbie the pitbull's cage. After lighting a candle and praying, my ahya Robbie and I dug out my uncle's old motorbike and we rode to the poultry where my ahya DA worked. As we got nearer, we smelled flowers. Ahya Robbie suddenly shouted to the winds: "DA, ng diyan ka ba? Ngayon na wala ka na, diyan ka magiging mabango ah." It was only with ahya Robbie that I felt free to talk to ahya DA without feeling embarassed or sad.

I learned the real story from ahya Robbie during our brief ride. My ahya DA picked up my ama from the house to bring her to the office that Feb. 28. It was in the car that my ama noticed the "ipot" on the windshield. My ahya, who never cleans the car told my ama: "Ako na bahala diyan." He took off his rubber slippers and picked up the power hose. Mang Dante told my ahya that there was a ground in that hose, "mag-ingat" daw. Mang Dante barely took 3 steps when he heard my ahay fall. The electric shock wouldn't have been so bad if my ahya DA didn't land on a puddle of water. A bullet piercing would have been an easier thing to save.

During the actual funeral, we all broke down. My angkong finally cried when the service was about to close the casket. He ran to my ahya and cried heart-wrenching sobs that made us all go off. None of us couldn't find the strenght to let him go. When we got to the church, the final blessing was given. We had to open the casket again. And a part of me didn't want to. Closing the casket the first time was difficult, seeing my ahya only for a second and to have to watch them close it again would probably break us all over again. And I was right. The family would be the first to shower ahya with a prayer and a final spray of agua bendita, and then the rest of the crowd had a chance as well. There was more than a thousand present.

During the speeches, it was clear as to who my ahya was. The people alone who attended was enough. My ahya was loved. Is loved. I was surprised by the range of ages and the types of people who came. Kids as young as 7 was crying, "Ako ko po yung bata ni DA" many referred to themselves. Ahya would give them coins and candies and they would always run errands for him. Friends from his grade school, high school and college came, his workers and even the lunatic of the town was there.

My aunt, who we fondly called Mommy Daiz (a term that ahya DA started since it was she who really took care of him before my uncle Don was mature enough to care for ahya DA), told ahya: "Champengi (his nickname), alam ko na kung bakit nauna ka sa amin lahat. Dahil aayusin mo ang lahat diyan para pagdating namin, okay na."

My ahya always said that. "Lolo, una na ako sa restaurant, para pagdating niyo doon meron ng pagkain....Tita, I'll start the car na ah....I'll tune na your guitar para you're ready na sa recital mo...."

I'm not worried about dying anymore. I don't think any of us are. After all, I believe that the reason as to why so many of us don't want to die yet is because we know we would leave people behind. But now we have ahya DA waiting for all of us and let me tell you that ahya DA has everything ready for us.

********

Ahya,

I love you. I wish I said it more often when I had the chance. All our tita's and tito's are telling us cousins to let you go. It's funny, because sila nga yung sobrang nahihirapan. Baka masmadali para sa amin kasi you're older. Hello, nagfloor-bow nga kami sayo yung pumasok ka sa Divine Angel's eh. Malamang tuwang-tuwa ka noh! Alam mo ba, ngayon ko lang nalaman na Champengi nick-name mo. Gago ka talaga, hndi mo sinabi sa amin....sa bagay lolokohin ka lang namin eh noh?

I miss you na ahya. We all do. Ish, Franco and Zia most especially. 21 na lang kami ahya. Ironic nga eh. The age that you left us, yun rin yung number ng Lim cousins ngayon. I'll miss you most especially during family get-togethers. Wala maguumpisa ng kagaguhan and magaayos ng jamming session.

I love you and Thank you.

Mim

Okay, first thing to do....Recap:

2006 is filled with so much changes (good AND bad). I guess one of the first things that made the year so important was my high school graduation. After 13 years of familiarity, not to mention security, within the hallowed walls of ICA, I found myself being pushed out (not without resistance I assure you). But I admit that I was eager to see what the world had in store for all of us. I wanted to see how everyone would turn out after 25 years, who would age well and who would fall into the trend of plastic surgery (hehe). I wanted to see if my barkada would still be my barkada after graduation. I also wanted to prove my high school teachers wrong -- with the fact that not all things we learned in high school is relevant in real life!

To do that, I had to do the inevitable. I had to wear that sheer white starchy cloth that only closed in front with a piece of string. I had to top my head off with cardboard that had a tassel piece hanging off the end. And I had to stand in line, wait for my name to be called out, march out proudly -- yet, sadly towards the spot where a beam of light stood, take the framed piece of parchment and bow in front of the people I have always thought of to be a constant part of my life.

Another obstacle that I had to hurdle was "THE CHOICE. Would I rather be green or be blue? Do I follow my sister, an idol that I have always admired or should I carve my own road by frolicking on a green grassy meadow?

Obviously, I'm an archer (and damn proud of it baby!) It was a difficult decision that involved screams and an unending flow of tears. But hey, ever since that choice was made, I've been smiling.

Fine, not always. Hah! This is such a crazy thing to "talk" about since I've been wailing about this for the past couple of months >.< But here it goes. I got a taste, a whiff, a brush, if you will, of something that makes life worth everything. I experienced profound happiness. The excitement of seeing someone during a dull day at school. The warmth in your cheeks when that someone takes your hand "subtly". The sparkle in his eyes when you compliment him on his shirt. And that smile in your face (the one that looks like you slept with a hanger in your mouth, that's the one) after he kisses you on the cheek.

Another thing about 2006 was how I went through a vicious cycle of denial, anger, sadness, etc etc. And i'll stop right there. Thank you very much.

But as 2006 was coming to an end, I got a teaser that I hope isn't a cruel joke of the Almighty One but, hopefully, it is a taste of what will/could/should happen in the coming year.

(please lang ah...medyo pagod na ako lolz :o)

I also turned 18. Woohoo Legal age. FINALLY! And I did some things to exercise this errr...."legality" that I acquired such as getting my license and, of course, celebrating with a couple of drinks. (And no, I do not drink and drive)

I also ended the year with a huge sigh of relief. Thank the lord for Busmath! So I'm still not on the Dean's List. Not to worry though, i'll get there! (Yey, optimistic me)

And to think that the monk told me that 2006 was a bad year for the dragon.

Resolutions for 2007:
Now what do they say about making resolutions? Make it feasible? Oh well...we'll see how feasible the list is.
* Clean my room! I shall not procrastinate on this anymore!
* Get on that list!
* Drive to school (on my own, no Sam by the my side...Sorry mamachu, hindi mo na siya makikita)
* "Update" the music on my iPod (and by update, I mean, add more boyband songs to satisfy crix and mamachu)
* Learn Mandarin (god...I am such a bad Chinese ugh)
* Work on the plans that Chay and I made (Ack Chay!! Excited na ako! Pray it goes well)

HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS! I can't wait to see you all again!

Some of you know what this day signifies.

Eep.

Now the question is whether or not I push through with it. In any case. I will move on by today. Talking to *him* , however, is another matter entirely.

Screw me. And him. But screw him harder.

I GOT MY DRIVER's LICENSE YESTERDAY!!

But not only that I did see what people meant by saying that girls have it way easier when getting a license.

When I got to the LTO (I only had my driver and yaya with me) I sat down in one of the plastic benches beside another girl who looked just as lost as I did. Later, a guy who worked there approached us and asked if we wanted reviewers for the written exam. When we both asked for the English reviewer, he started to rub the back of his head and told us sheepishly that the Tagalog exam was easier and that he could even help us with it. The girl beside me told him that she had a hard time understanding Tagalog and knowing that the words were deeper than MY vocabulary of the Taglaog language, I opted to stick with my choice.

We realized how big a deal it was to pick the English test when the guy told the examiner to give us the English version, the woman looked at us strangely and tried to get us to change our minds again, she explained that almost everyone who chose it failed.

I stuck to my choice and accepted the handed sheaf of papers and sat back down. The guy followed us back to our seats and watched us read the first few lines. He looked ready to gloat. As if waiting for us to hand back the reviewer and trade it in for the Tagalog version.

I forced myself to fight back the urge to roll my eyes at him.

There were 40 items in the reviewer, all of which I understood perfectly, thank you very much And it was easy enough to remember.

While waiting for my name to be called (the other girl was already sent in to take the exam) the guy told me to head inside the room since it was air-conditioned. I sat down on the monoblock chair and scanned my reviewer again, the guy came up to me again and offered me a sandwhich which I declined. :o (**Kahit bread and cocojam siya...haaay. I want!!)

When it was my turn to take the exam, he followed me to my chair and told me that I could look at the walls since there were posted pictures of road signs.

They honestly shouldn't provide a reviewer anymore, since only 7 of items from the reviewer was in the test.

There was one question that made me laugh. Serioso, I did laugh and everyone was looking at me.

"You are parked uphill on a road without a curb. In what direction should your front wheels face?
a.)To the curb.
b.)From the curb.
c.)To the side of the road."

Diba nga WALANG CURB?!???!

Pfft.

After the exam, I asked the guy if this will take any longer and tried to subtly tell him that I didn't want to take the practical exam anymore. He took the hint and handed me a clipboard and told me to sign my name on it and place my signature. But he said that I had to wait yto get the actual card. I could either wait for 2 more hours or I could go home and come back tomorrow to pick up my license from him. If I chose the latter, he told me to give him my number so he could text me about the pick-up time.

And I didn't want to give him my number. So I asked him if someone else could pick it up and he said that it wouldn't be a problem. He was about to hand me his cellphone when I told him that he should get the number of my "kasama" (driver) because he would be the one to pick it up.

Sabi niya na maghintay na lang ako.

In any case. I got my license ;o YEY for me!

All that's missing is a car to fully consummate my getting a license.

Message: Can you name 13 of ur friends in
University that
u can think of right off the top of your
head. Don't
read the questions underneath until you
write the
names of all 13 people. This is a lot
funnier if you
actually randomly list the names first. No
Cheating!!!

1.Bea Chua

2.Crix Reyes

3.Jelli Sioson

4.Chay Yao

5.Gela Zurbito

6.John Vivas

7.Nikka Datinggaling

8.JR Ang

9.Ean Lim

10.Phoebe Aguilar

11.Louie Pendon

12.Bianca Li

13.Maica Figueroa


how did you meet 10?
*FCCY-Damar!! Newbie ako yung time na yun. And she was the hyper person with the freakin BIG smile ahahahaha

What would you do if you had never met
1?
*aaaaw....a sad thought. Life withoutb my wart?? I'll die!! ahahahaha

What would you do if 6 and 2 date?
*Crix and John??? Ahahaha. Well.."naglalandian" na rin sila eh! And they fight a lot. Parang old married couple, but in this relationship Crix wears the pants.

Have you ever seen 4 cry?
*Yeah. After watching Nacho Libre...umiyak sa kakatawa.

Do you think 10 is cute?
*ahahahahahahahahahahaha. KIDDING! Yeah I think she is. I know people who find her cute!! hehe

How did you get to know 8?
*Through a lot of people! Bea. Tracy. Falcon...

Would you ever go on a date with
number 12?
*B.Li? Maybe. Hot naman siya eh ahahahaha!!Kidding!

What's 11's Favorite color?
*PINK! ahahaha. Im not sure? green? or yellow. Like his yellow chucks (hello...can you say RONALD McDONALD?) kidding louieboi!!

What would you do if 5 confessed he/she
loved you?
*Gela already did. ahahahahaha

Fact about 3:
*She loves The Body Shop!

Who is 8 going out with?
*I'm not sure anymore?

who is number 7 to you?
*Boy-ranting buddy!

Would you ever live with 13?
*Yep. She'll take me to Spain with her on vacations hehe

is 1 single?
*Single and Ready to mingle!

Where does 7 live?
*near Visaya Ave??

What do you think about 3?
*She's my extreme counterpart in a lot of ways!

What's the best thing about number 8?
*He treats me like a princess, usually ahahahaha. Others times masarap siyang batukan.

What do you like about number 9?
*Always willing to talk and offer a good shoulder to cry one

Favorite Memory with 2?
*3 weeks ago during volleyball. She became the kissing bandit. And withought guys in our class...guess who she kissed? ahahahah "rarr"