Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Five quakes in a row! the first one really hit me hard that my heart was pounding madly. Adrenaline rushed through me that my sibliing got irritated with me panicking. they were calm indeed. But as the night went by, with after shocks coming in (five quakes to be exact), I got curious as to why this was happening.
The first time we felt the quake, people have related this to the Mayon volcano, as steamy smokes came again, stating of it's eruption. But NO! it wasn't about the eruption that the earth got it's groove back. News, three nights ago, states that bicol earthquakes were not subject to the mayon's eruption.
There are two reasons i know of that causes earthquakes--the volcano eruption and the tectonic plates. Since it was declared that the quakes should not be linked to any volcanic eruption then the only reason i can think of is the movement of the plates....next question, however is how will long will this last?
i must admit, after the 1990 earthquakes (I was seven at that time) i really can't help but be very doubtful of Mother nature's sudden movements.....
i wish this would end....
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
It took some time for me to be doing this again. A lot of things has happened and i don't know where or how to start with this new post. So please bear with me.
Last may 15 my mom died of cancer. That was actually the reason why I came back here in sorsoogon last January with her. I must admit, though we've accepted it, it still is hard especially as days passed by. I never thought helping my papa parent my sibling could be that hard but we have to keep on fighting.
I went back to school, though not for a second course or a masteral. I'm taking up supplementary units in methods of teaching and man I'm confused--not with the subject though. I'm pretty confident about them. If I survived engineering why not this one. the reason for my confusion is rather because of the new things there. I was from the old school, not this new breed of college students who seem so preoccupied with other things that seem different than what the kids did before.
I miss the old school--maybe because I belong to them. I'm now a graduate and class doesn't involve "pilosopo" classmates and math problems that rips your head off. Though I wear civilian clothes which I oh-so-enjoy. freedom from the longsleeved blouse--freedom from the skirts. in with the rubber shoes, jeans and top that should look decent (unlike others I've seen).
I have a lot of things I wish to tell right now but I have to go. Next time i'll be telling more on what's up with my world,
Adios for now. 'till next time....
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Mare (Glenford), came to visit me earlier, just before I finish packing my things for tonight's trip. As we chat our way to good old times and the what's latest with our lives I can't help but connect this to the first time I left to settle in Sorsogon--he was also here the night before I left.
We have been friends since High School. Indeed a good friends are hard to find, and just like the friends that came since I was a kid, Mare is definitely for keeps.
It's been five years since we last saw each other. I came here for Christmas vacation and just like every vacation I spent here in Manila since I went away, Mare was one of those good friends that came to pay me a visit. But after graduating high school, we never get to continue communication.
Then came my comeback and the internet connection....
Boy was I glad! after more than five years I get to continue friendship with them. First there was RZ whom I met while going home from Misa de gallo. After a few months I saw Glenford and the rest of the gang through friendster.
As Mare came tonight to bid me luck, not goodbye--for there's no room for goodbyes--I realize how blessed I was all this years--from belonging to a great family to having true friends. Definitely I'll cherish these priceless and timeless treasures....
Friday, January 11, 2008
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
It seems that what I thought would take long may actually come sooner than expected. Recently me and my family are facing a a certain problem that the solution, so it happens, is to go back.
Earlier this week my mom came to me and talked about it. We were to go home this coming Sunday early morn. As of now, I haven't packed my bags with this ambivalent feeling about this whole scenario of going back. I really am not sure whether to pack all my clothes up or leaves most of it since I'm not so sure about staying there. I may have great moments which I truly treasure and would wish to go back to yet there are all those painful moments, especially those head aching moments, that I do not wish to return to (or even come across face to face).
Saturday, January 5, 2008
They just left. My dad and my siblings. Presently they are on their way back to Sorsogon. It's back to school again for my siblings and right now I can't feel anything except the sadness of parting ways with them. God I miss them!
But three months (or maybe two), isn't long. They'll be back this summer vacation and my dad will still be coming here for my mom (for something very important).
As they were here, the two weeks became loud and cheerful. Though the entire house went into a whirlwind of unending mess (though we keep constant tidying), warmth filled it. My family was whole and we were blessed indeed, even with the struggles we faced.
It was a time when facts were placed in front of me at how blessed I was and the coward I've become to face the ghost that never existed.
It's already been an hour since they drove out. Earlier while they were waiting to enter the van as papa warmed it up, realizations came. Standing in the cold night, all dressed up for travel used to be my thing and right now I wished I was part of it again. I was missing travel. The views we passed by....the people we met along the way. Then there was also the destination--I was missing Sorsogon more....
How I wish I was dressed up and ready to get in the van with my siblings....How I wish to go back and spend days again there. But there are just some things that seems to keep me from going back....
Time will come that me and my mom will return to Sorsogon. Hopefully when that day comes it will be just like before--with our family whole and the our baby--Braumz (our dog), to squeez with us again with his wagging tail....
As I sat there listening to the mass, I could already feel something wrong in me. I tried to hold the cough that's been pestering me the whole day and my nose seems to be holding a blow that wishes to expose itself. Luckily I was wearing a sweater to beat off any cause to add further havoc in my health.
Alas came twelve! HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Feeling sorry for our shivering youngest--our pet dog Braumz, I went to the kitchen where we kept him, somehow trying to relieve his sensitive senses. Luckily I easily got him calmed down (though I think other family members already did before I came--atleast I helped). Good thing I was there for as soon as the clock struck twelve the noise became more louder than ever, from the rock music playing from our sound sytem (and the club mix of the neighbor), to the sound of firecrackers which may be pretty except for that odious stinge and smoke.....
Still it was indeed a Happy New Year!!!
My family was whole....
we have had so much blessings....
we were given a chance to be blessings.....
Though there were problems and there are still worries we presently face, I can feel that this year will be better than last time....I count on God for that!!!!