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Hi friends!

Let's show our support for Angelicum Oda, the only winner from the Philippines and from South East Asia of the 2005 CABLE & WIRELESS CHILDNET ACADEMY competition sponsored by Childnet International, a UK-based organization working to “help make the Internet a great and safe place for children." The Academy received entries from 49 countries and the Philippines stood out with Angelicum's project, Young MDG.

At present, Angelicum is in Jamaica, along with his guardian, to represent the country and participate in the week-long event organized by the Academy that will culminate in the awarding of £2,000 to help the kids and young adults implement their winning projects.


Kindly follow the link and vote for Angelicum:
http://www.childnetacademy.org/winners/#new

Here's the winning project: http://www.youngmdg.com/ymdg/

Related link: deadpan travels update on the adventures of dô and joco at Jamaica



Today is day two without Dô. I still feel sad and lonely pero hindi naman na ako mega-iyak unlike the night before their flight. Feeling ko kaya kong talunin si Ate Vi na best actress with matching sobs to the max. Ganyan ako ka-OA. Kaya ang ginawa ko buong weekend, nagpakalunod sa novels ni Agatha Christie at A.C. Doyle, nanood ng reruns ng Amazing Race 4, at nagpaka-socially relevant sa poverty edition ng Imbestigador. Ang hny ko naman, talagang nagrereport kung nasaan na sila. "Bun, HK na!! Bun, LA na!!Bun, Jamaica na!!" Pero ang ending hindi daw sya masyadong masaya, kasi wala daw ako. Naks, ang drama! Pero talagang hindi na ako umiyak.

Kanina habang nakasakay ng bus papuntang MRT Taft, iniisip ko na wala nga palang susundo sakin sa Cubao MRT station, nasanay kasi akong paghinto ng train, andun lang sya sa ibaba, naghihintay sa akin. Yan, naiiyak na tuloy ako.

Nineteen days to go. This is going to be one looong wait for me. Dapat magsimula na akong mag-cross stitch.

This is going to be one sad post. Six days from now, I am going to be alone. Alone meaning having breakfast solo, waiting for the ride without someone saying take care, no after lunch calls, no "hny i'm going home" texts. He is definitely leaving and I just can't help but feel empty. I thought I have mastered the art of saying goodbye, but this time sadness is magnified a hundred times. Call me mushy and over reacting, but for someone who has always been the one saying goodbye, holding back the tears would be one tough act.

I'll be experiencing the pain of being the one left behind and as much as I want to spare myself from being hurt, there's no avoiding it. Just like when my lolo left us two years ago, I was totally devastated and for some time I was in denial. Until now I haven't been able to overcome the sadness that I feel whenever I think of him, more so because it's a permanent farewell. And this one isn't. So, why the fuss?

Because for five long years Dô and I have been together. We've hurdled our college years together, punctuated only by nights ands weekends when I have to go home in the province. After college, we worked in the same office for some time, before pursuing different career paths; he worked for the government, while I remained loyal to the academe. He didn't allow me to stay in the dormitory, it's better if I live nearby he said, a few strides from their house, so he can watch over me. I agreed with the idea and that has been the set up for three years now. We get to eat breakfast and dinner together, wathc movies, play badminton, visit Chinatown every now and then, go food tripping, every little thing that makes up my present life, I spend with him. He takes care of me whenever I'm sick, he comforts me when I'm sad, he hushes my fears and insecurities away. He has just always been there for me, beside me, my very best friend whom I love and care for deeply.

And so with that I hope my crying would be justified.(TT)
Hny, you told me you're not that excited on this trip compared to last year's travel to Korea because I won't be coming with you, but I want you to be excited. I am. I'll be eagerly waiting for your stories of Jamaica and Canada and your stop-overs to Hong Kong and Los Angeles. And I'll be expecting your calls every now and then. Just be sure to take care of yourself because I won't be there to remind you of the things you shouldn't do, which you happily do to spite me (like nailbiting). Aren't you happy? you'll have several weeks of respite from my constant yakking. Just be sure to bring home some fine Jamaican sand and a drop of water from the Niagara. I'm still thinking if those sumptuous brownies will be worth your getting jailed. :D
mwah2 hny!!
Happy Fifth Year!!!

Ang sumusunod ay mga karanasan ng aking mga Pilipinong kasamahan nang kami ay magtungo sa Korea upang dumalo sa isang ASEAN + 3 conference.

Ang mga participants ay nag-stay sa Kyung-Hee Dormitory, at kumpara sa mga dorms ng UP Diliman, langit ang Kyung-Hee. May aircon, sariling CR, telepono, Internet connection 24/7, magandang beds at maayos na closet. Ang sistema: dalawa hanggang apat ang occupant ng bawat kuwarto galing sa iba’t ibang bansa.
Eto na:

Room 1 (Pinoy at Hapon)
Galing sa cr ang hapon at mukhang kaliligo lang (rare ito!)
Jap: Can I borrow your towel? Sabay turo sa towel na nakabalabal na sa bewang nya.
Ngumiti na lang sya at sinabing “okay” pero sa loob-loob nya “Syet!”

Minsang nagkukuwentuhan kaming mga Pinoy, meron nag-advise na huwag daw mag-iwan ng personal na gamit sa loob ng cr dahil baka gamitin din ng mga roommates mo. Okay lang sana kung toothpaste at shampoo, pero ibang usapan na pag sabon at toothbrush. Biglang napatigil yung isa, naisip daw nya na bumili na lang ng bagong toothbrush kasi iniiwan pala nya sa cr yung kanya at isang beses daw, lumabas sa cr ang roommate nya na nakangiti sabay sabing “I’ve cleaned the toilet bowl”, naisip nya kung ano kaya yung ginamit nun na panglinis. Ewww.

Aminin man natin at hindi meron talaga silang “cute” na amoy. Naawa talaga ako kay Dô dahil ang kasama nya sa room ay Bumbay. Mabait naman at walang problema, yun nga lang, medyo iniiwasan kong bumisita sa room nila dahil sa amoy ng kuwarto at kadalasan ay medyo naaamoy ko na rin sa mga damit at gamit ng hny ko. Natuto na rin syang magtago ng towel dahil sa “towel experience” nung isa naming kasama. Naisip nya, 'yun hapon, yung roommate nya bumbay…at kulay alkitran.

Napansin talaga naming yung iba, hindi ugali na magpalit ng damit. Kung ano ang ginamit nila ngayon, bukas yun pa rin. One week po kaya kami sa Korea. At napakainit ng temperatura, isipin mong kailangan mong maglakad ng halos isang kilometro mula sa babaan ng bus hanggang sa library nila kung saan ginaganap yung conference. Ang mga Koreana naman naka-stilettos lagi, kesehodang duguan ang paa nila pagdating sa venue. Bilib talaga ako. Pero yung hindi pagpapalit ng damit, number one ang mga kasama naming lalaking hapon.

Minsan, pagkatapos naming mag-field trip sa Gyeongbuk-gong Palace at sa Korean Village, meron kaming pinuntahan na hotel. Siyempre, nag-unahan sa cr para magfreshen up ang mga girls. Maganda ang cr, classy at kumpleto sa amenities. Yun nga lang, wala silang hugasan ng paa, kaya ang mga kaibigan nating Indonesian, naghugas ng paa sa sink kung saan naghihilamos yung isang pinay. Nagkatinginan na lang kami at sabay na napamura. Pero sobrang tawang-tawa talaga ako.

Ang mga ganyang instances wala naman talagang problema kasi nga yun ang nakagawian na nila. Akala ba natin, por que, naliligo tayo lagi mabango ang amoy nila satin? Mali. Sabi nila ang mga Pilipino daw amoy-tubig. Paano ba yung amoy-tubig?

Prayers

I really hope hny won't be here on Good Friday. I hope I'd cry that day because I'll be spending two weeks alone, for the first time in five years since we got together. That would mean they are able to push through their trip without a hitch.
They already have their Jamaican and US visas and we have a lot of people to thank for the valuable assistance they have unselfishly extended. Only the Canadian stamp is missing and they're set to go. I know hny is so stressed out for several weeks now, he has to write a lot of letters and make a lot of phone calls to facilitate their documents worsened by all the thinking, hoping and the seemingly endless waiting. But, I'm sure the trip is worth the effort and so I'm praying that all is going to be well come March 23 or earlier.
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Ma, belated happy birthday. Thank you for being a wonderful mother and friend to us three. I'm so thankful for having the best parents one could ever wish for. Luv you so much.
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My prayers for a friend who just lost a beloved relative.

Yearbook

Finally, after 4 long years of waiting, our yearbook is finally out.

Why the delay? Someone ran off with P15,000. Instead of remitting it to the printing press, the person decided to help pretty, young boys with their education and play azucarera de mamma. Gross.

On with the yearbook. Ours is different from the usual big and bulky yearbooks that can be mistaken as one of Lola Basyang's collection. It's really fun to read (fun=ROTFL), people look different under heavy make-up. And the testimonials are sweet, outrageous and downright crazy. Good thing I had the sense to submit a poem (for myself) and hny quoted a Beastie Boys song (for himself). Talk about narcissism. Heck, I like that poem bakit ba? :D

Here's the poem which made all the testimonials in our yearbook sound cheesy. Seriously, in celebration of International Women's Day, I want to share this poem of William Ernest Henley to all my womyn friends who have stood up for their convictions and who have managed to stay beautiful despite the pressures of this male-dominated world.



Invictus

OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

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