Paper Cranes

I was having dinner with my council mates last October 2, when Jaz nonchalantly made an origami paper crane out of the scrap receipt. We commented on how “Asian” origami is. At the same time, I mentioned how the only origami I can possibly do is a paper airplane, and that I fumble on making a paper boat. In fact, I have memories of attending a McDonalds seminar at McDo Kalayaan on how we can make paper roses, and well… it was an epic fail for me. The only person in the family who is good with origami is perhaps, my brother Toy, (we love Star Wars) and he used to improvise starships and star cruisers with origami doubles so he could reenact some of the Obi-Wan/Anakin or Obi-Wan/Luke scenes.

So anyway, fast forward to today… I browsed this (500) Days of Summer inspiration blog, and if you will remember, Summer had these mobiles of paper cranes at the foot of her bed. This, of course, prompted me to make paper cranes just for the fun of it! But the only problem is… I don’t know how to make them. So I searched online and found this video. I did it simultaneously with the video and managed to make one beautiful paper crane (the one on the photo above). Of course, I decided to make more, and eventually came up with six beautiful paper cranes!

Check out the mommy paper crane and her six paper crane babies!

They’re quite photogenic, aren’t they?

I completely forgot about this.

Been absent from this blog for nearly eight months. How foolish! I don’t have anything else to say, but sorry. Of course, I would’ve used my pathetic excuse of having too much schoolwork to do. But it’s really because of my attempt to actually fully blog my experiences on my other Tumblr.

Sadly, I have learned that my Tumblr can only aesthetically, and practically accomodate my sporadic and random musings. Unlike with WordPress, where my long thoughts and writings find a home that could fit them so easily.

And yes, I’m trying very hard to be much like the beautiful Dianna Agron who posts more pictures than words on her famous Tumblr

So, what have I been up to since my mysterious absence? Allow me to recapitulate in polaroids – my newest photographic obsession since Canon’s black and white/sepia camera function and Toycamera Analogcolor.

I finished my first year in college – not with a bang, but definitely with more insights and hindsights. And made lots and lots of new friends. (My blockmates – 103B – and I making a jump for it after our recollection.) And I, might I add, made it on the Dean’s List twice and on the Honors’ Circle! Praying  I keep it up until the end.

We finished our Council of Cool mini-mag, which will come out this October. Its like our final project for the council, and it makes me sad to leave the experience. I shared with my friend and COC-mate Jazmin the position of Fashion/Beauty Editor. We styled three girls… can you guess who we’re styling on on this one?

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I won’t Stop Believin’

Glee Cast – Don’t Stop Believin’

I’m singing/listening to this as a welcome to 2010. In many explicable and inexplicable ways, this song always gets me into a happy mood. Today, it’s a form of prayer to don’t stop believin’. Here’s to another year of hope and happiness, one which is even better than the already amazing 2009. Another shot on chasing my dreams, forgetting fears, lifting hopes, and sharing smiles.

Some will win some will lose
Some are born to sing the blues
And now the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the nights
Streetlights people
Living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the nights

Have a Happy New Year!

The ABCs of 2009

A is for Alice, my lovely blog; and the book itself which I finally have finished. Airports, the ones that amaze me, and airplanes, the ones that make me sick (literally!). Ambitions and Ateneo, one which will forever remain an ambition.

B is for blogs, Blair, and Bass, for one cannot have too much bitches and b-ad-ass-ness. And block mates, of course, my dear, darling block mates!

C is for college, the new world to which I must survive. Candy, the Council of Cool, and our fun monthly meetings. And cellphones! Replacing top-of-the-line mobiles with cheaper alternatives and losing it again (figuratively, since my phone’s just broken). For conversations that keep us going.

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D is for daydreams about life, future, and inspirations; the beautiful Dianna Agron; and being a darling!

E is for excitement and expectations, all I fear and all I delight at.

F is for Fridays. Because I am starting to appreciate them again. And French! Learning and appreciating it.

G is for Gossip Girl and Glee, my late-night guilty pleasures and hoping to become one of them. And, Goodbyes… to High School and to High School boys! ;)

H is for holidays! One too many of them.

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who told you you’re allowed to rain on my parade?

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Don’t tell me not to live, just sit and putter
Life’s candy and the sun’s a ball of butter
Don’t bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
Don’t tell me not to fly,
I simply got toIf someone takes a spill, it’s me and not you
Who told you you’re allowed to rain on my parade?[1]
I’ll march my band out, I’ll beat my drum
And if I’m fanned out, your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn’t fake it, hat, sir
I guess I didn’t make it
But whether I’m the rose of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose of life’s complexion
The Cinderella or the shine apple of its eye
I gotta fly once, I gotta try once,
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you see,
I gotta have my bite, sir.
Get ready for me love, ’cause I’m a “comer”
I simply gotta march, my heart’s a drummer
Don’t bring around the cloud to rain on my parade,

I’m gonna live and live NOW!
Get what I want, I know how!
One roll for the whole shebang!
One throw that bell will go clang,
Eye on the target and wham,
One shot, one gun shot and bam!
Hey, Mr. Arnstein, here I am …

I’ll march my band out, I will beat my drum,
And if I’m fanned out, your turn at bat, sir,
At least I didn’t fake it, hat, sir,
I guess I didn’t make it
Get ready for me love, ’cause I’m a “comer”
I simply gotta march, my heart’s a drummer
Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!

merry christmas!

1 i can’t stop singing it.

How to Spend the Holidays

My family and I are spending Christmas and New Year’s in the province, ironically, away from everyone else. It gets kind of boring at times since you have less people to talk to. So, I’ve compiled a list of things  you can do during the Holidays. Whether you’re spending it in snow or not, here are surefire ways to lift your spirits and spend the most special days of the year.

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+Don’t be a grinch! Just because you’re not in the mood yet, it’s not an excuse to bitch out on everyone else. No, you’re not purposefully being left out by your family and friends, you just don’t feel it yet. I suggest the best way to do this is to lift your sad soul yourself. No one’s going to do this for you anyway, so better do it on your own.

+Read. That long list of books-to-read is no more this season! With all the free time that you have in your hands, you’ll be cutting that list to bits with new stories to pore and ponder on.

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+Help in the kitchen. It’s common Filipino tradition for families to get together and help prepare for the Holidays. Earlier today, I did the exact same thing and helped my dad prepare some of the meals we are to have for Noche Buena. I don’t normally help with Christmas preparations but it was great because I was able to catch up with family members. And always, always, the food do taste better after working hard for it.

+Join the Christmas caroling. Three years ago, a group of friends and I decided to start a group and roam the neighborhood and sing carols to them. Like the one above, this tradition is very Filipino, but I’m suggesting it because what fun would Christmas be without the trite Christmas songs. The money that you earn along the way is just a bonus. Being able to share the joy and laughter to other people is the main thing. And that is what Christmas is really all about.

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Whether your out of town or not, still, I think, the best way to spend the Holidays is to be with the persons you love the most. Jesus was born on Christmas, He came to the world to be with the people he loves, us.


For more than a week now, everyone at home has been bitten by something I’d like to call “the cleaning bug.” The older ones are doing renovations for the house in preparation for the visit of some relatives from USA. The funny thing about this is that we used to have visitors all the time, sometimes not even belonging to our clan, and everyone just cleans the house and makes sure it’s tidy. However, when we received news that my maternal godfather, Tito Apollo, is coming home from Houston, Texas, everyone suddenly felt that the house is in dire need of overhauling.

The communal bathroom is suddenly being ripped apart (no pun intended) and replaced with new lavatory equipments. Almost all the rooms are being repainted with darker colors, in contrast to the formerly bright and sunny tones of the last paint job. And the best part is, people are actually getting rid of their really old stuff to make room. You may be wondering, our family[1], they just don’t realize this, is big on material sentimentality. They can’t just throw away old clothes, articles, etc., without considering it as a hand-me-down[2] or without the consent of other family members.

Bitten by the cleaning bug myself (slightly), I managed to assort my past lecture notebooks and files. I decided to give the useless papers to SSC’s paper drive, my old notebooks to the less fortunate (or junk shop-if anyone’s going to buy it), and keep the rest for sentimental reasons (told ya). In the midst of the sorting process, I managed to unearth important papers, doodles, a treasured copy of the lyrics of “Way Back Into Love”, and poetry which I made/acquired/read in my previous years of schooling.

Here is a poem (one cheesy poem :P) I made in my senior year. It never met it’s end so don’t wonder if it’s incomplete.

If I would have had my way
I’d wish all is left for here to stay
But since it’s time that I cannot stop
So as your love when it departs.
Sad as it may seem but that time has come
In your arms, I am forever gone.
All has been said and all has been done
I pray you won’t…

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