Yesss... Gooood... 
Well, well, well, so much to all those poignant stuff I’ve been fussing about. Indeed, I still have my issues, but
I’m a rejuvenated person. If I could mull over some stupid things for a while, I sure could ponder on happier and greater things
longer!
So much has happened to me since I entered the University. I’m now at the point of saying high school is so much different from college. No more spoon-feeding. You work and live all by yourself—which is, for me, can be really fun. I still get to hang out with my high school batchmates in the university,
they’re everywhere, I told you! I’ve already met loads of new friends from AB and from other colleges and yeah, I’m really happy about it! It’s a proof that I’ve already got back to my old pace.
'By the way, I still haven't talked to my mom. I don't know if we will ever talk again. It was her wedding last Aug.08, and I'm not invited. *sniff!* But daijobu, it's okay, as long as she's happy, then I'll be happy for her. I was a bit sad that day because I never heard from her, but I'm fine yeepeedow! I'm not crying! I'm smiling now. =) See!
Besides, I don't want goos to infect my bedsheet so better yet smile, no more tears, no more tangles, and go sha la la la la! tra la la la la!
Last month, I auditioned in the
AB Chorale and luckily got accepted as a trainee. For few weeks, I enjoyed being an AB Chorale trainee-- rehearsals would begin by 4pm and would end by 7pm and this was every MWF. Sometimes, we would have sectionals at 1pm then deretso na yun til’ rehearsals. It felt good at the beginning because AB Chorale members were so friendly and good, and our conductor, Sir Paolo, though gayliciously shokla, was so nice, funny, and unbelievably good.
But later on, I got problems with the rehearsal schedules conflicting with other activities I have in school. I knew that it’s all about time management, so I tried and gave the whole thing another chance. But by the end of the day, I would just be worn out by how tedious my daily schedule was going.
I didn’t want to give up the chorale because I loved the chorale! I loved being a part of a choral group, I loved music, and I loved learning about music. But see, no matter where I see it, I had to let it go. So I started ditching the rehearsals until I officially quit the chorale. See, maybe I was given that big opportunity for me to realize and find out that I have to prioritize things. Who knows if there will be better opportunities for me out there? A better avenue for my music passion? Well…
Anyway, anyway, anyway, here’s something I want to share to with you. Here’s my uber cute cute cutie lil’ bro Jari with Tita Shao’s [his mom] beautiful poem:
While everybody in the neighborhood is asleep,
Jari quietly opens his eyes to peep
He will turn to his mommy
,And check if she’s awake already!
When mommy would still snore
Jari would tag mommy’s shirt
And cries a bit to say don’t ignore
Look I’m awake, your little squirt..
Get up, get up and let’s play!
This is how Jari starts his day.
You can rarely hear Jari cry
And you’ll never see him shy.
Jari smiles a lot when he hears daddy sing,
His favorites –you raised me up by Josh Groban,
praise songs, or just clap your hand.
He says agoo to the sala’s colorful painting,
Flashes his dimples and laughs aloud…
But if you remove his hands in his tiny
He'll be sad and you’ll see him pout!
So better be gentle or you wont be proud.
Jari loves the water and taking a bath…
Stares at KC’s picture without a bat.
He's so small and yet so powerful
That he even makes his lola sing out loud.
His nose is cute and his eyes are always filled with wonder
To Mommy and Daddy, only Jari is the matter.
Oh so many things to tell, we could go on and on…
Telling you the adventures of our newborn,
But the most important tale of
Is that Jari’s presence made our lives whole!
Lovely, isn't it? :)
Anyway, it’s gonna be prelims week starting tomorrow and pretty please give me your best wishes.. err.. good luck! I wonder how’s it like taking the exams in college? Hmm. I guess I just have to see and experience it for myself. Ha-di-ha.
Well, well, well, so much to all those poignant stuff I’ve been fussing about. Indeed, I still have my issues, but I’m a rejuvenated person. If I could mull over some stupid things for a while, I sure could ponder on happier and greater things longer!