Ang Asul Na Libro

i am so proud to say.. that for almost half a year, we finally finished it! after weeks of graveyard works, sleepless nights, slow musical pieces of james ingram and mind-draining writing, we were finally able to give the book to iya last 2 weeks ago. even if its really an over-due period
gift, we still manage to produce a some what entertaining, intriguing and mysterious type of book. i look back the time i was just thinking of making a material to read, (way back 8months ago), i remembered it was just a fraction of my imagination. revolving every after i had a deep sleep. every detail, from the beginning and up to the end of the story, all of them
are in my drained mind. 2 weeks after, i called chubby and asked her if she can help me to write it. we spend countless talks on the phone just to detail every thing about the story. then later on call from time to update every page.but due to chubby's inconsistency on her scheds, the work stopped for awhile and have been continued again thru the help of some of my dedicated friends who believed in my dream. that tiny dream to make a book has become their own dream too. Soon, we began to look for places that we can stimulate our minds to complete the story. there are times where ralph, jeffcrazy and i have drank 3 mugz of coffee a night just to finish the book! if only we captured those moments back then, we're like stressed out students who worked 24 hours on a thesis, then maybe you can all have seen our sacrifices enough. all of us havent had the formal training on writing a book and yet we surprised ourselves that we have made one not just for kicks, but for the thought of giving a gift to someone that really appreciated you as who you are and by letting out the best on you. now thats worth the effort and that answers the
question WHY.

the moral lesson:

yes. it was the most difficult thing we have accomplished in ourlives as students. comparing to research works or thesis, making a book without a formal training on it is not easy. but despite all the difficulties, the thing that really motivated us at the beggining
was... friendship. the friendship that had been built by iya had made us strong from the beggining and up to now. imagine 4 persons who havent been friends for a year had made a book for an 18th birthday present? amazing diba? the experience itself thought us alot. ang saya
talaga! may mga times pa nga na sumusuko na kami, pero tuloy pa rin.. i almost cried after we finished and finally handed it to the bday celebrator. its really an experience worth

telling for when the time we all grew old... part 2? hahahaha... we'll think about it...


quotes from the authors:

"despite all of your sacrifices in the name of love, it is still not
much."
"pare... kape pa nga.."
"mag print ka parang awa mo na!"
"PULANGYAH!!!"
"...sige, kaya pa yan mga bro. isipin niyo lang na para sa kanya.."
"ralph? oi gising! ralph!"
"haayy naku.." -chubby-
"...just once.." -james ingram-
"...hindi ko na kaya mga chong, tulog na muna 'ko.."
"nood tayo sassy girl habang gumagawa at para ma inspire pa tayo!"
"...kumbaga e hindi tayo ma-ikakahon..ibang klase yung ginawa natin."
"extend pa tayo...."

the reprints:

reprinting of the book "blue print" is on going. inuuna muna namin yung mga nasa list:
butterfly,pretty,sweet,veann,chels,calc,chubby & venice.

the catch:

anung nakuha namin after?just a smile and thanks from her. at para samin, katumbas na yun ng isandaang bilyong dolyar na bayad
para sa ginawa naming libro. haaaayyyy.. its really worth it.

films you shouldnt want to miss!

panoorin niyo ito: certified blockbusters!

1. spiderman 2 - (mas maganda pa sa part 1)
2. last samurai - a great film about leadership, respect of the culture you are into and loving what you have become (rent it again!)
3. mean girls - oh no!!! another teen movie? oh well.. ok lang.. nakakatawa naman e.. this will make you hold on to your seats.. (due to laughing) heeeheee!!

a room for the dying & the living / the art of crying

me and my classmates are assigned in the delivery ward. even if i've been in the delivery and nursery ward before, i am still fascinated to watch how a mother gives birth to a child. "baby boy out at 3:30pm!" shouts by the obstetrician. a violent cry from the baby was heard from all over the room. after the baby was carried out in the nursery room for futher observation and render temporary "mother's care", a man shouts just outside the door where a few steps away was the I.C.U.
(intensive care unit). we thought it was just a loud cry but it wasnt. series of shouts and crying are yet to be heared. then it finally stopped. to my concern, i noticed the nursery room was filled with colors of baby pink and blue. lively linings of mint green can be noticed. the room is very uplifting for the newborns!then it was time for our break. i went outside to go down to the stairs leading the way to the canteen. but i was surprised that some people are outside the i.c.u department. comotion was on the stairs. crying and weaping. that was the time i noticed something went wrong inside the i.c.u. after my break, i stop by to talk to a student on duty in the i.c.u. and i knew it... someone just died because of dengue. the student added that the patient was only 15 years old girl. that day, i tried to cope up the fact that it was all a part of our life. i see the joys of every individual from the delivery room. the tears from every mom's eyes that glorifies the life they have cared for almost 9 months. yung ma ipanganak lang tayo ng ating ina ay napaka ganda ng regalo para sa atin ng diyos.
and yet at the other room, an opposite of events are taking place. accepting the fact that someone you cared for is gone just like that is so hard... are we going to consider that as weekness? i really dont understand why people cry. on how it has being triggered. it is beyond a mans deepest emotions that we cry in a certain event like lost,joy, sadness, loneliness, anger and some in the times of fear.

the plastic cup

it was just a day ago, i started my duty on the hospital. the morning raidiates a new beginning. i was all dressed up for another adventure awaits in the ward. i went on to go to school and leaves the house at 9am. i was walking around the araneta circle. it was peaceful and everything was quite normal, except for the street kid i walked by on the floor sleeping and an empty plastic cup for softdrinks was his only companion standing up for him to survive. he hugged it eventually and continues his deep sleep. that cup could be his father. working for him to give him education and all the basic needs. tapos ako... naka uniporme ng todo puti, na wala man lang magawa... i was once thought by my professor this quote: "be each and every one of you a model of hope and care." and i myself cant do anything about it... yes, yes, its not my own problem and you rather tell me to mind my own business and we have all our own damn problem. that's true... selfishness is in our deepest skin. hidden agendas is a term in some ways. but dont you find it odd? selfishness leads to corruption and corruption is one of the most hated topic when it comes in solving problems in the government.

before we judge those who lead us, why not start objectifying yourself first. maybe the corruption, hate and anger are growing 90% more than who sits in the government today. just think about it.