saturday high

it was a beautiful saturday morning. the clouds were clear. sun was not so high at 6:30am when we started our run. so we took the usual route that i take everytime i decide to run after work. we stretched our muscles, oiled our joints..
it was my first time to jog at saturday morning, i didn't expect the number of people that was already there sweating their way through various activities. but most of them were of course runnning.


so after 1 minute of jogging, lotte was lagging already. haha.. sorry lotte but i think she spent more time clicking her cam than jogging.. ace was running and stopping from time to time. yayah was doing her slow pace running... i wasn't feeling well that time because i lacked sleep. but still i was able to pull a 30min jogging.


the reason why i didn't get enough sleep was that i slept 1am on a saturday and at 5:15am in the morning, the baranggay band woke the neighborhood up with their usual fiesta routine.. "boom-boom-toot-toot" oh yes, the drums and trumpet were so loud you'd want to throw water on them! it feels like it's fiesta every month in our place but without the "pakals" except for that one grand fiesta that our landlord prepared for his tennants superb dinner.


anyway, wgc runners originally planned to have breakfast at our place after. but we had our "taho" at the park already and esyang and yayah were excited to go home already. i didn't eat afterwards either.. i was too tired to cook but i finished doing laundry. ew! i felt like i was having hangover or some drug caused my hyperactivity. really, i did not came back to sleep the whole morning. at 12NN i even met up with baruk at ayala to buy bolognese sauce ingredients when we got home, i cooked.. and we ate few hours after. i was just happy to finally have a recipe i can call my own proportion for the bolognese sauce.. yipee!


i was so tired at the end of the day that i decided to retire to bed at 9:45PM...hoo! i woke up 7:30am because I forgot to turn off my alarm clock. it was okay..


so, i want to jog again every saturday morning... i hope wgc runners would still want to do that, it was fun.

day before sinulog

i really would like to share my sinulog experience with everybody who gets to read this blog. i grew up in negros and bacolodnons are not that much of a devotee for their patron, san sebastian. unlike any other big fiestival in the philippines, masskara is one that i know that is not related to saints or to any religious icons. so imagine my surprise when i attended the mass celebration in sto. nino basillica. it was jae's, my roommate, fault why i was convinced to join patron's activity day before the sinulog fiestival. she told me that i was too lazy to join the procession that i'd rather run 21k marathon. it was true! i'm a negrense and i'm totally numb about how big sinulog is for others. so, my conscience was talking me into it. i planned to do my laundry that day but thanks for dang, they are still soaked and unwashed up until now. i didn't know what to expect when i met up with ace, rubai and cele. i thought we were going to join the procession, but they had a better idea.


1) taking chances - we were lining up the back gate of the basillica, hoping the gates will be opened any time soom. people were literally rubbing elbows with each other, it was raining, my feet is drenched with dirt. not until somebody lead the people in shouting out aloud the words "open, open". i'm sure the novena was distrubed by that commotion, so they decided to open the gates for us.


2) good samaritan - who offered part of his plastic cover so we can sit nicely and clean.


3) long wait - novena that almost took 4(h)ever to finish. 3h for the mass


4) the wave - batobalani wave was a little awkward for me first. you'll get used to it if you don't think about how stupid you look, hehe. i get goosebumps when i see people doing it. the song was like crying to my ears. photographers go gaga shooting here and there everytime the song hits the chorus. haha


5) the ninos - people everywhere were carrying small, some big, some very big statues.. and they're raising it up from time to time.


6) kidneys - you better take your cr routine and not drink any liquid few hours before you decide to crash the site.

7) balloons - tied up with it is their petition. one balloon didn't get so lucky, after few attempts of taking it in another level, it just couldn't make it. it swerved all over the bleachers and down to the altar.. and back again. it was funny.



it was some experience that i would love to share with my mama. she's a sto.nino devotee... she couldn't keep her hands off the little statue she has during the new year's eve!

Can't think of a title

Nosebleeding isn't just a physical torment, it also is a mental and emotional torture. I don't know how people discovered nosebleed to be related with too much use of the dollar language. It suddenly just became a hit to people. You can hear them say, "nosebleed ko" if they fail to understand a statement or if they spent too much time listening or speaking english. The term is also associated to the wrong use of grammar. Not everybody is born having a dollar tongue. Sure it's true that it can be learnt but without practice and influence of the people around you, you'll never be good at it.


So, why am I bragging about nosebleeds? It's because I am having it now. I have 3 reports to make within 2 weeks - it's two down and one more to go. Preparation stained my notes with blood and when it was finally time to speak in front, I couldn't stop imagining the rising level of fluid slowly climbing from my knee to my hips until it was high enough, feeling the bouyant force pushing my weight towards the surface. It's a gross way of picturing the fear I have of speaking to an audience. It's always been a struggle.


I just wonder why speaking is harder for me than just singing. It's very odd but when there's a tune to the words I speak, I don't seem to have a problem with it. Maybe because it does not let me worry about what I am going to say next simply because it has lyrics already. I could memorize a song faster than memorizing a speech. Why have we not fused music and learning english at the same time? We could all be musicians, vocalist, some out of tune but we'll all be the masters of the dollar language.


I have to end this now. I'm just saying, it's okay to make mistakes, it's okay if you pronounced it awkwardly. Make sure you made your point because the thought counts more than the lavish words.