Thursday, November 22, 2012

Nihongo Three Days a Week

I've been MIA for the past days and it's all because of Japanese language school and some side trips to Los Banos for my college clearance. I thought having graduated means full eight hours (or more) of sleep , less stress, lotsa parties and free time for leisure but boy I was wrong! My eyebags are becoming evident than it ever was when I'm in my last college semester and my sleep ranges from one to four hours everyday since I started school again last last week.

But having learned interesting things about Nihongo and Japan as a whole, all the stress of waking up at four in the morning, commuting from Bulacan to Makati via bus and MRT for my 9AM class, walking the streets of Ayala, reading and writing Hiragana and Katakana syllables.. it's all worth it, especially when you're with people with whom you share a thing or two in common. Learning became more of a challenge than a burden. :)

So early for my class! Haha!

Morning ritual

3rd floor lobby

Room 5. Sensei in blue.

Origami in our classroom :)

These are but a few photos. Will post more when I get to bring my camera, maybe after the dreaded midterms on the first week of December! Yep, we have midterms and finals. Feels like I'm still in college! :))

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Northfields Weekend

If you have seen and read my All Saints' Day post, the last photo was that of my cousin and I in a local bar. All Saint's Day? In a bar? Unusual, I know. But it's a friend's birthday the day after so why not? :-)

The celebration didn't just stop that Thursday night to the wee hours of Friday. Come evening of the same day, we went to another friend's house to.. you know.. drink. Saturday night, was allotted for swimming at the executive village's clubhouse over Cuba Libre but I only drank Coke boo. At about one in the morning, we decided to pack-up and eat goto and mami at Ompong's cos we all missed that place, and of course, its goto. 

Here are some photos from my awesome weekend!




There are friends, there is family, and there are friends that become family. ♥

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Same Old Whiskey Morning

Home from Ali's birthday weekend at Northfields (separate entry on this), I'm back to that same old routine of social networking, doodling paisleys and whatnots in my planner-slash-diary, drinking coffee whatever the time is, checking my phone for messages but only replying at times or not at all, daydreaming and wishing I was blah blah blah.

That somehow summarizes my "sembreak", though technically I'm not on a semestral break because I just graduated. (Yey! *insert fireworks here*) And I didn't even bother to look for a job cos my mother wants me to study Nihongo and classes will start tomorrow which explains the "I'm on a sembreak" high I'm having, I guess?

Less than a day before school starts (again) and my to-do list is unaccomplished still. Hello, unproductive life at home. What makes this worse is the alluring alcohol shelf which I see every friggin' time I look out the kitchen window. Geez, temptations.

I am a good girl. I am a good girl. *repeat til fade*

Now Playing: Miranda Albert's Same Old You (where I got the entry title haha)

Friday, November 2, 2012

Undas 2012

Just like most Filipino families, our family is a grand celebrator of All Saints' Day. Grand, in such a way that we remember our departed loved ones by visiting memorial parks early in the morning and staying there until midnight, with packed lunch, merienda and dinner, candles and flowers in bulk. Of course we pray for the eternal repose of the souls of our departed loved ones, too. But if there's one thing that I love the most about this day is that it can pass as a mini family reunion!

 Here's my November 1st through pictures. :-)

How's your November, so far? :)

Missing Innocence

I rummaged my way to my Multiply site, clicking the "Forgot password" tab a couple of times. Good thing I was able to recover my password. Seeing the once familiar faces in my photo albums, feeling the once familiar emotions in my blog entries, I can't help but trace my way back. There's always something in the past that is so tempting, like chocolates hidden beneath your bed.

That first out of town trip with friends. That first school party. That first night sleeping far away from home. That first concert you attended. That first crush. That first emotional breakdown. That first self pity.

Maybe what I'm missing is the innocence that comes with being young. The innocence of the people around me. And my innocence, as well. Often, I think of my innocence as a dandelion puff swaying in the breeze. I am the dandelion, and parts of me are withered as other people's breeze breathe through me.

And I just watch it float and fade away.