Blogging, again

For years, I’ve been trying to blog as much as I could. I know I wasn’t able to update my “online diary” for quite some time now, but believe me, I never wanted anything else but share what I feel to my readers (if there’s any).

The past months were spent going craycray over Twitter, maintaining a cyber-status of being known – as if it is my own dose of self-esteem booster. To me, the more RTs, tweets, followers I have, the popular I get. In this very controversial social network, I showed the who I really am and had the chance to let everything out without worrying of how others would react to it. From a food tripper to a Secretary ni Kuya (PBB) to spoilers of Hollywood divorces to a movie commentator; even to a bitch who once started an online war – Twitter has showed me how vast the range of my emotions are. 

If there’s one thing tweeting hasn’t made me, it is to be intellectual. In the hours I spent in front of the computer or holding my phone, responding to mentions, updating everyone with what I do, I threw away the chance of having good grades. Most often, I’d take more time in this pleasurable yet somewhat ruinous activity than that of my studies. Plus, compressing my thoughts into 140 characters, trying to make shortcuts for every word possible isn’t of any help in expanding my vocabulary and comprehension.

And so I made a pact. That is to tweet less and blog more. Scratch that. Maybe just to blog more. I’ve no intentions of sounding brainy; rather, I want to be more interesting than what 140 letters can offer. Hence the weeks spent reading books, online articles, even blogs – I wanted to come back with a bang. Anyway, here’s to a year full of learnings and memories – be good or bad – to share.

Glad to be back, Blogspot!

P.S. I’ve nothing against Twitter. It is my haven, it is my punching bag which I can express my rage at, my mini diary of the kilig moments I spent with crushes, the powerhouse of my memories. I still love Twitter; always have, always will… but I just really want to blog again.

Velada Tomasino

I once dreamed how life’s like 400 years ago, living in a country dominated by Spaniards, studying at a University ran by Dominican fathers – kalesa as our mode of transportation, guardiya civil surrounding the campus, Spanish (and not English) as the second language, and veladas as our 21^st century all-white uniforms. On the 25^th of January 2012, I woke up with exactly the same thing on mind, only this time, it was real. Every little thing I imagined is in front of my eyes. “Maybe time machines aren’t just found in movies,” I wondered.

Prior to that day, I was stressed out, thinking to myself “Where do I find a Filipiniana that won’t cause me thousands?” I loathed the anxiety felt when I realized I only have less than 24 hours to produce an attire for the next day’s event. Lucky enough, I scouted a fair and definitely unfancy terno, all for 550 pesos. Yes. 550 pesos wasted for a freakin outfit that I’ll only get to wear once.

Then came the day of the Velada. I arrived in school seeing [not all but mostly] everyone in their old-school get-ups. Was greeted “Buenos Dias” by a guard who’d normally tell me “Good Morning.” I even overheard some male students exchanging “Mi amore” with their boy friends – like they don’t know what it means. Bromance, I supposed. Going back (oh, how I hate distractions), sans the cars, gadgets, modern-style buildings, you’d really feel the 1600s vibe – made better by kalesas roaming around, giant tarpaulins of ancient structures which probably came from our tuition fees, and most importantly, the attitude of everyone who participated. Had free food ala Barrio Fiesta courtesy of the College of Science, attended a talk about stress management, picture taking all over UST, and did what we do best: played Fashion Police slash critic slash red carpet commentators during the La Naval procession. We all had a good laugh over our choice of Worst Dressed, That B*tch Stole My Look, and even of those who just looks funny to us (for this, we are sorry).  Must I say, there’s no one I could have spent this Velada with other than some good old friends – who somehow made the exhausting activity uplifting. A day earlier, when I think of the hassle I had to go through, I feel nothing less than rage. But when I heard the wows and saw the smile on everybody elses faces, I felt grateful. And was dumbfounded how brilliant the minds of Thomasians are. Clever, aren’t we? ;-)

Daddy's Day Out

Mom has told me her fair share of stories during her Ocean Park experience, with too much excitement, I'm telling you. She can be half-grown sometimes, you know. And because of her superogatory excitation, a high expectation of the place was built in my conciousness. Came January 15 when my father asked me to go with him and some of his friends. I was stirred up with the thought of it, maybe it is the "kid in me" springing. 

We met up half past noon, and had a very quick lunch at KFC before heading out to Manila. When we got there, we were welcomed by a great deal of people. I'm guessing it's because of the long weekend, plus there were too many fieldtrips held. I got so annoyed; I'm an extrovert but I hated too much people, especially those I do not know. Coincidentally, an ABS-CBN event was being celebrated in the area, which intesified the amount of human beings present, and distressed me even more. Oh, what a joy I felt when finally, our tour started. We got to see aligators, all sorts of species found in the ocean, too many sharks, and a whole lot of jellyfish. I was perplex with everything I saw -- again, this is the "kid in me" talking. But growing up with a grandfather who was once a fishing company manager made me develop a fascination for everything under the ocean. I enjoyed everything on our trip, especially the last part. It is the same as what I experienced at Ocean Adventure; however, I really find sea lions cute so I only had "oohs" and "aahs" during the show.

It was a day well spent!! And final word: The marine life is such a beauty.. And thou, by all means, shall preserve it. Goodnight!