Basta pwede, go. :)

I made my ogre's day today. Despite his horrible exams (as he says). And that made my day. Despite the return of a sore throat and being how many pesosesoses poorer. Haha. Worth every centavo. :)

Happy birthday, dear Ruari. I love you so. But you know that already. Hee. :)

Talking sh** about a pretty sunset

It was a nice, slow weekend. I didn't really go out, save for a quick dinner with Ruari last Friday (Pancake House, where we ordered pancakes, potato salad, and meatless pasta). Tagaytay doesn't count much, since it's still technically our home. I specifically requested for us to spend our weekend there, for it was one of the rare occasions when I didn't have to attend any activity and had little work to do. I love my family for giving in to my wishes, despite Papa having to give up tennis, despite Monch's need to study for final exams, and despite having to face traffic on SLEX (we left at 4ish). We watched Slumdog Millionaire, ate good food, heard a good mass at Focolare, and generally enjoyed each other's company.

I think it was Karen who asked whether I liked sunrise or sunset more. Other than the fact that I'm rarely up to witness sunrise, I just love the colors of sunset. These were a couple of pictures I took on our way to Tagaytay, at around 6:00 PM. I wanted to capture the way the white, pink, blue, and purple lights swept across the sky, though I couldn't do much with a non-SLR camera inside a moving car. I still like the effect that came out--especially the way the trees fade like wisps of smoke in the second photo.

I spent the whole day at home today, primarily because I chose not to attend the Pi Gamma Mu induction ceremony. I figured the only use I'd ever have for it would be if I wanted to obtain a scholarship for a fellowship abroad in the future. I'm hoping that by that time, I'd have credentials other than my membership in an honor society that was expensive and didn't really do much for its members except to give them an extra line in their resumes. (Actually, my resume can read invited to the Pi Gamma Mu Honor Society, haha.) If ever, Ate Carol said I can still get inducted next year. Also, I'm leaning towards joining Phi Kappa Phi instead, since this one is an all-discipline honor society, not limited to the social sciences. Seriously, my parents have more important things to use their money on then my membership to two honor societies. Yay for more responsible spending!

Anyway, I spent today at home. I watched a few episodes of House Season 5, and slept slept slept. I'm still recuperating from my cold and cough; my voice hasn't gone back to its normal, non-sexy-bedroom state. I think the cool, fresh Tagaytay air did me a lot of good, though. However, summer has officially started (according to PAGASA), and the heat definitely doesn't help much.

The coming of summer has, thankfully, motivated me to finally start dieting for real. I'm not following any strict plan like the three-day diet, nor am I completely depriving myself of any type of food. It's more of making better choices, such as choosing to order a sandwich with tuna instead of one with bacon. Or opting for water instead of iced tea or any other sugar-laden beverage. I'm also trying to minimize on rice and dessert. The dessert part is harder, especially since we've just loaded up on treats from Rowena's--bañadas, cassava cake, and napoleones! :((

Let me end this post with a quote from Haruki Murakami's Norwegian Wood, a book I've put off reading for quite some time, and I don't really know why.

"I can never say what I want to say," continued Naoko. "It's been like this for a while now. I try to saysomething, but all I get are the wrong words -- the wrong words or the exact opposite words from what I mean. I try to correct myself, and that only makes it worse. I lose track of what I was trying to say to begin with. It's like I'm split in two and playing tag with myself. One half is chasing the other half around this big, fat post. The other me has the right words, but this me can't catch her."

Have a good week, everyone. :)

I give up on thinking of song lyrics to use as blog entry titles

Despite my innate ability to memorize song lyrics (that I so wish were applicable to chemical reaction mechanisms) and to come up with a song for every occasion, I knew I'd run out sooner or later. There is no song I can pull off the top of my head that describes the way I feel at this moment. It's a mix of things, really.

Sick. I feel very sick. My sore throat from last Saturday has finally developed into a full-blown cold. And thank God, too; I was beginning to think it was tonsillitis. A cold is definitely the lesser evil, despite the runny nose, postnasal drip, body malaise, and general lethargy it brings. At least I don't have a fever. It's already starting to become a cough, though, and I will soon need to bring out our trusty nebulizer. Yep, this pattern of cold-cough-asthma is one I know all too well. It hits at least once every semester, usually around the time the weather starts to change.

Shocked. I received a very late reply from Sir Sumera, my org chem professor, regarding the schedule of the chem exam (which took place two days ago). He said, Hi Carmina, Tuloy ang exam. The next thing he told me was my score in the said exam. Suffice it to say it was much better than I expected, especially since I fully expected to fail. Maybe watching the Oscars on the morning of the exam brought me luck? Remind me to never, ever miss the Oscars, especially when it falls on an exam day.

Super proud. Haha, keeping in line with the s alliteration. I'm super proud of my orgmates who were elected into the University Student Council for the academic year 2009-2010:
Titus Tan, USC Chairperson
Lee Tan, USC Councilor. Go buddy! :) Yay for the Tan dynasty!

Sad. I was with my mom at Ate Cecille's birthday party last night when she received the news about Amiel Alcantara. He was a Grade 4 student at the Ateneo who was pinned between two cars yesterday, as he was crossing the street at dismissal time. A mother was behind the wheel of the van that crashed into Amiel; she had transferred into the driver's seat after sending her driver to look for her son. It's unclear whether the van was manual and she started the engine without ensuring that the gear was on neutral, or the van was automatic and she accidentally stepped on the gas pedal instead of the brake. This caused not only the crushing of a ten-year old boy in between two cars, but also a five-car wreckage. Amiel was rushed to the hospital but was pronounced dead on arrival, at around 5:oo PM. (For more information, read the article here.)

Such a heartbreaking, tragic accident can stir so many reactions and emotions. Sadness at the loss of a young, promising life, sympathy for the family of the bereaved, anger towards the driver, the traffic scheme imposed by the school, or to the very unfairness and senselessness of the event. I felt all of these things and more. But I am ashamed to have felt anger at the driver, the mother in the van that caused it all. Yes, she had been quite careless. I was angry at her negligence, thinking that she should be put behind bars. I even wondered why she had to send her driver to pick up her son--bakit hindi na lang siya sumundo sa anak niya?

This we might never know. What I do know is that that mother must be in an unbearable amount of pain right now, equivalent to or even greater than what the Alcantara family must be going through. For the rest of her life, she will carry with her the image of that little boy being pinned in front of her. I heard she fainted right after it happened. With the weight of the reality of what had happened, I would have fainted, too.

We have no right to blame this mother, or feel anger towards her. In fact, we should include her in our prayers. Not only should we pray for the repose of Amiel's soul, or for the strength of the Alcantara family, but for this woman as well, that she may, in time, forgive herself. It was an accident, after all. It could have happened and it can happen to any of us drivers. Let this unfortunate event serve as a reminder for us all.