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The Ateneo de Manila College Glee
Club proudly
presents:
“Tayo’y Mga Pinoy: A Tribute to
the Filipino Artist”
On
22
February 2008, 7:00pm at the Church of the Risen Lord, University of
the Philippines Diliman, Quezon
City
Tickets are sold at Php150.00
and
23 February 2008, 7:00 pm at the PhilamLife Auditorium, UN Avenue,
Manila
Tickets are sold at Php200.00 and Php150.00
For inquiries, please
contact:
Irvinne 'Irvs'
Redor
0927.502.6517 /
0922.390.2847
irvs_14@yahoo. com | | |
| Just got home from a soundcheck rehearsal at Irwin Theater in
Ateneo. After the rehearsal, Lester wanted to hang-out a bit because
his car is on number coding, so Lester, Chloee, Niña, Marvs, and I went
to Cello's to grab something to eat. Lester and Niña bought a doughnut
each, and I bought a doughnut (M & M flavored) and a White
Chocolate Frappe. I spent Php130 for a piece of doughnut and an ice
blended drink! Sheesh! Wahhh.. That was too much! I enjoyed the
doughnut and drink anyway so, I guess it's worth the price. (Well, it
should be!) We browsed through the pictures of our European Tour
*again* on Lester's laptop (of course, with 'Jerbie'). Brought back
memories of the tour especially with Lester's very nice pictures of
everything and everyone!
Lester's laptop went low-batt and it
was almost 6:30 p.m. Chloee was also scheduled to meet some friends at
KFC at 6:30 p.m. so all of us decided to leave Cello's. Chloee walked
to KFC and Lester, Niña, and me went to National Book Store. We browsed
through the books.
7
p.m., Lester and Niña left NBS because Niña
still needs to buy her contact lens solution at Mercury Drug. I stayed
in a little longer because I wanted to buy a book! I went upstairs to
check the
music section, though i didn't found anything that interests me. I went
back to the first floor. I was choosing between three books: Tuesdays with Morrie, Five People You Meet in Heaven and Stainless Longganisa. The first two books are both written by the same author while the third book was written by Bob Ong.
I
wanted to buy either of the english novels but I also wanted to buy Bob
Ong's book. I don't know what urged me to buy a book, maybe because
last night I was so disappointed of myself because I can't write
something meaningful in my blog. I eventually bought Bob Ong's book
thinking that I'm not yet ready for either of the novels, though I have
been looking forward into reading both of these novels. (I really don't
like to read books.)
Now, here I am in front of the computer
writing an entry about my day. Yes, I suck in writing in english -- or
should I say, I suck in writing *period* -- but I have to do it for me
to get used to doing IT because I want to make good entries.
I
think that's all about what I want to say. I'm so proud of myself for
making this first step. I just hope I can continue what I have just
started.
*nose bleeds* wala na, ubos na english ko.. bwahahaha =P
I think I should write my next entry in tagalog..
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Little Manhattan
By Josh Hutcherson, Charlie Ray, Bradley Whitford, Cynthia Nixon, Willie Garson, Tonye Patano, J. Kyle Manzay, Josh Pais, John Dossett, Talia Balsam, Jonah Meyerson, Michael Bush (IV), Brian W. Aguiar, Nick Cubbler, Anthony Laflamme, Neil Jay Shastri, Leigha Nicoloro, Juliette Nicoloro, Michael Chaturantabut, Loston Harris
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Gabe
Love is an ugly, terrible business practiced by fools. It'll trample
your heart and leave you bleeding on the floor. And what does it really
get you in the end? Nothing but a few incredible memories that you
can't ever shake. The truth is there's gonna be other girls out there.
I mean, I hope, but I'm never gonna get another first love. That one's
always gonna be her.
Gabe
Well, how come all love has to end?
Adam
Let me tell you something about me and your mom. Once upon a time, we
really loved each other, but as time went by, there just got to be all
these things, little things, stupid things, that were left unsaid. And
all these things that were left unsaid piled up, like the clutter in
our storage room. And after awhile, there was so much that was left
unsaid, that we barely said anything at all.
Gabe
Well, why didn't you just say them then, dad?
Adam
I don't know, Gabe. I kind of wish I had.
Gabe
Suddenly, I knew what I had to do. Love isn't about ridiculous little
words. Love is about grand gestures. Love is about airplanes pulling
banners over stadiums, proposals on jumbo-trons, giant words in sky
writing. Love is about going that extra mile even if it hurts, letting
it all hang out there. Love is about finding courage inside of you that
you didn't even know was there.
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| The English poet John Milton wrote that those who serve only also stand
and wait. I think I would go further and say that those who wait render
the highest form of service. Waiting requires more discipline, more
self-control and emotional maturity, more unshakable faith in our
cause, more unwavering hope in the future, more sustaining love in our
hearts that all the greatest deeds of deering-do go by the name of
action.
Waiting is a mystery - a natural sacrament of life -
there is a meaning hidden in all the times we have to wait. It must be
an important mystery because there is so much waiting in our lives.
Everyday
is filled with those little moments of waiting (testing our patience
and our nerves, schooling us in self-control.) We wait for meals to be
served, for a letter to arrive, for a friend to call or show up for a
date. We wait in line at cinemas and theaters, concerts and circuses.
Our airline terminals, railway stations and bus depots are great
temples of waiting filled with men and women who wait in joy for the
arrival of a loved one - or wait in sadness to say goodbye and give the
last wave of hand. We wait for springs to come - or autumn - for the
rains to begin and stop.
And we wait for ourselves to grow
from childhood to maturity. We wait for those inner voices that tell us
when we are ready for the next stop.
We wait for graduation,
for our first job, our first promotion. We wait for success and
recognition. We wait to grow up - to reach the stage where we make our
own decisions. We cannot remove this waiting from our lives.
It is a part of the tapestry of living - the fabric in which the
threads are woven to tell the story of our lives.
Yet
current philosophies would have us forget the need to wait "grab all
the gusto you can get." So reads one of America's greatest beer ads -
get it now! Instant pleasure, instant transcendence. Do not wait for
anything. Life is short - eat, drink and be merry because tomorrow you
will die. And so they rationalize us into accepting unlicensed and
irresponsible freedom - pre-marital sex and extra marital affairs -
they warn against attachments and commitments - against expecting
anything of anybody, or allowing them to expect anything of us -
against dropping any anchors in the currents of our life that will
cause us to hold and wait.
This may be the correct
prescription for pleasure - but even that is fleeting and doubtful -
what was it Shakespeare said about the mad pursuit of pleasure - "Past reason hunted, and once had, past reason hated." Not if we wish to be real human beings, spirit as well as flesh, soul as well as heart, we have to learn to wait. For if we never learn to wait, we will never learn to love someone other than ourselves.
For most of all waiting means waiting for someone else. It is a mystery, brushing by our face everyday like a stray wind of leaf falling from a tree. Anyone
who has loved knows how much waiting goes into it - how much waiting is
important for love to grow, to flourish through a lifetime.
Why
is this? Why can we not have it right now what we so desperately want
and need? Why must we wait - two years, three years - and seemingly
waste so much time? You might as well ask why a tree should take so
long to bear fruit - the seed to flower - carbon to change to diamond.
There
is no simple answer - no more than there is to life's other demands -
having to say goodbye to someone you love because either you or they
have made other commitments; or because they have to grow and find the
meaning of their own lives - having yourself to leave home and loved
ones to find your own path - good-byes, like waiting, are also
sacraments of our lives.
All we know is that growth - the budding, the flowering of love needs patient waiting. We have to give each other a time to grow. There is no way we can make someone else truly love us or we them, except through time. So we give each other that mysterious gift of waiting - of being present without asking demands and rewards. There
is nothing harder to do than this. It truly tests the depth and
sincerity of our love. But there is life in the gift we give.
So
lovers wait for each other - until they can see things the same way -
or let each other freely see things in quite different ways.
There
are times when lovers hurt each other and cannot regain the balance of
intimacy of the way they were. They have to wait - in silence - but
still present to each other - until the pain subsides to an ache and
then only a memory and the threads of the tapestry can be woven
together again in a single love story.
What do we lose when we
refuse to wait; when we try to find shortcuts through life - when we
try to incubate love and rush blindly and foolishly into a commitment
we are neither mature nor responsible enough to assume? We lose the hope of truly loving or of being loved.
Think of all the great love stories of history and literature - isn't
it of their very essence that they are filled with this strange but
common mystery - that waiting is part of the substance - the basic
fabric against which the story of that true love is written.
How can we ever find either life or true love if we are too impatient to wait for it? | | |
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