Sunrise means new. New day, new opportunity and a lot more things that may changes what had happened yesterday, in the past. We are given another day to continue writing our history, perhaps a chance to re-write it to make our mistakes a bit better.

Choosing to live your life is within our hands. It is our choice to make our lives better than yesterday, to make ourselves smile, cry and laugh. We are always given a choice to do whatever in our lives. And as I write this, as I think of the future that I want to have and the future that He wants for me, I feel uneasy. Because I know, what we want will be different. Will He let me finally live my life more comfortably? Will He fulfill the hope He has given me?

I don't know how and what will happen. I just have to believe in the power.

As I go back to this blog, I wish that I will be given more chance to share my thoughts about life, joy and hardships that I have.

I don't really know that there's a different between being happy as an expression and being happy as a feeling.

It's a simple five seconds encounter with my elementary History (or was it Social Studies?)teacher. He was inside the shuttle while I going down from it. I heard somebody call my name, I thought it was just my brother's friend so I reluctantly looked as soon as I got down. And I was really, really surprised when I saw him (my teacher) beaming down at me. I was like O_O 'Tito Jo--' and then the shuttle left.

Really. I was so struck to see him there. Inside the shuttle. I was like what the heck is he doing here. And I'm so lucky to be in the same shuttle as he was. Maybe that's the reason why I left the school late just so we could see each other. Anyway, as I realized that it was him. I felt this unfamiliar sensation in my chest and I think you call it happiness. And I was left smiling all by myself rewinding that short moment of seeing him.

Don't get me wrong. He was my teacher and probably my most favorite ever. I can't remember how I did in his class back then. Hah. I suddenly remember the first time he came into our lives.

It was when I was in Grade 5 and I think my original Social Studies was pregnant and had to take a leave. That's how he magically enter the chaotic classroom of ours. I remember my classmates making fun of him because of his Jose Rizal hairstyle and his funny way of dressing and walking (or even talking, I think). I thought he was just another substitute. Maybe because of his cool way of teaching that the school decided to hire him as a permanent teacher. He became our teacher until Grade 6.

Thinking about it, he and I weren't really close but I believe that he still make an impact in my life nonetheless. I can't say the reason why because truthfully, I already have an unclear memory of how my Grade 6 life was.

Tito Joemel was a very bright and interesting person (I'm thinking hard on how his teaching skills were). Okay. I'm ending this now because I can't remember anything.

All I know is that I feel really, really happy that I saw him again. I quickly thanked God for it, telling Him that he must be his gift for my birthday. I really appreciate it, Lord. Really. :)

It's a random title, I'm not sure if it has anything to do with what I'm going to type. There are so many chances for me to update my blog, so many time to think about an interesting topic to share but nothing goes in my way.

Addicted to internet. That's I. :P

I'm quite sure I would die if I can't go online for a day. It's not that there's something I need to do, just the fact that my laptop is turned on and I can basically log in to any site I want anytime. There's a time when PLDT sucks harder than anything I can think of, we didn't have a telephone connection for almost a month. Oh please don't imagine how I survived. I was miserable. I was staring at my laptop desperately. And I spent half of my weekly allowance for internet shops. I was THAT desperate. I'd rather die in hunger than no internet at all...I swear.

Hmm.

Four months, four months of being a college student. It felt like I've been going into university for forty months, a year or even longer. Not because of the studies but because of the tiresome commuting from Cainta (Rizal) to FEU. One to two hours every four days. And the fact that I get to experience life everyday. Meeting different people every single day (now I know that there are a LOT of people in this country). It's tiresome...and it's hard to explain it through words. It's harder for me though (I might add).

I'm getting tired...emotionally and mentally. And I hate the choices I have now. It felt like I'm too young to go through those choices that might affect my future. It's unfair. It's confusing. I don't even know anymore.

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Villa Escudero is definitely a good place if you want a serene place but enough to have fun with your family and friends. The man-made falls looked really beautiful as you eat your lunch with the continuous peaceful sound it made. And the feeling of relief was felt when I munch the food from the buffet while my feet was having fun under the running water.

It's nice that to see your mother feeling more excited than you when we reached the place. ♥

Let me share you my merienda for today. A tumbler-sized coffee and some kind of bread. I missed drinking coffee. I remember three summer ago, I used to drink the same size of coffee every single day. Imagine that? I wouldn't be surprised if the cause of my death is heart attack or some kind of heart disease. I hate watching action films especially in a movie house because a single sound of bullet would freak me out already. Seriously. I'm more of scared to the sound effects of movies instead of the movie itself.

I love coffee's fragrance, the soothing ambiance it can bring to the room and to me, darn, my own dose of drugs (well, next to Super Junior I may clear). Funny thing, instead of waking me up, it cause me feeling sleepy.

Every single day I woke up, the sun would let out a scorching and impossible kind of heat. It's annoying when the fan would excrete hotter air instead of giving me a calming feeling. But oh well, that's summer and I just have to bear with it.

Swimming with my friends last Monday, April 19. It was fun. They know how to swim and I don't. We never had a picture with us being complete.

I got a henna tattoo though.



It says 'Happiness'. I don't know if that's the real Chinese syllable for it but whatever. Why happiness? Simple. I love to have it all the time. Like the idea of grasping it on my hand makes me smile. I love being happy. Because I rarely feel it and whenever I feel happy. I would always try hard to save it in my mind. The precious feeling.

Anyway.

Weirdly, I woke up at 3.30 FREAKING AM the other night and I fell asleep at 5 already. I don't know why. It was scary. Seriously. I mean, not of the ghosts thing or something. But waking up without any reason and you just can't sleep. Sleeping scares me now. I don't want that to happen again.

So whatever. I'm thinking of something to blog about but I guess...next time. :D