On a grey Thursday morning, I woke up seeing the coconut tree swaying crazily with the wind. Classes were suspended, according to the news. I was happy for I have enough time to do my requirements and watch the second game of the Finals between ADMU and UST scheduled on that day. Feeling excited, I didn’t notice that the winds have become stronger outside my room.
Raindrops fell heavily on our car as my mother drove my sister and I to my classmate’s house for practice. When we arrived, the electricity was cut off. Without anything to do, we just ate, slept, and stared at the ceiling.
Unfortunately, for me, I couldn’t sleep. My mind was busy tossing and turning on what we should do. I could hear my mind screaming, “You’re here for practice, not to lie around in someone else’s house!” In reply, I breathed a heavy sigh. How can we practice if there aren’t any batteries available and the electricity was cut off? I was imagining doing some steps for our dance until I heard pieces of yero crash down. I looked outside and saw a tree collapse and other stuff that weren’t there before we arrived. As I closed the door, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
I was scared. Hearing the wind howl and yeros falling apart, makes me want to hide until I can’t hear anything. I’ve never experienced a storm like this. It was really frightening.
On our way going home, I saw a shocking scene that I never saw before. Branches of trees were scattered everywhere, a MMDA post fell, and pieces of stuff that probably belong to roofs of houses. When we arrived home, I was even more shocked to hear that my parents’ room, my sister’s room, and even the computer room were flooded. Miraculously, only my room wasn’t damaged by the wrath of the storm. I regret for not leaving earlier (blame it on my sister who still doesn’t want to go home). If I stayed home, I would have helped my parents clean up. The storm finally moved out of Metro Manila, but the supply of electricity isn’t turned on yet. My cell phone has no signal. There was no radio to listen to. There was nothing to do. It was only us and the candles.
We had nothing to do during that day, I recalled. My sister and I tried to kill boredom doing silly things and playing games. However, I pity those families who experienced things worse than this. For my sister and I, boredom can kill us, figuratively. For others, the storm killed their loved ones, houses, and crops under flying roofs and tumbling trees.
Hardcourt Cutie
Because of the wrath of Milenyo, the second game of the Finals between ADMU and UST was postponed yesterday. It turns out to be what I expected. The UST Growling Tigers won making the Ateneo Blue Eagles push through a deciding game on Monday. (Ok, I sound like a courtside reporter. Haha.)
For the past weeks of watching UAAP, I was drooling over a hardcourt cutie wearing a jersey #17 of the Ateneo Blue Eagles. His name is Christopher John A. Tiu or more popularly known as Chris Tiu.
It all started out two or three years ago when I accidentally flipped the channel and became interested in college basketball. By that time, I had a major crush on Joseph Yeo of the De La Salle Green Archers. (Hmm…I do have a taste for chinitos, don’t I? XD) I only heard of the name “Chris Tiu” when he was crowned MVP in the Junior Division (I think…) or just one of the junior players of Ateneo.
Now, I’m totally obsessed with him. I found some information about him through various websites that proves he isn’t just a face. He’s smart -- I mean -- brilliant. It is rare to find someone like him, especially when you’re rich and handsome.
Here is something I found at one fan’s blog. If you’re a die-hard fan of Chris Tiu like me, you’ll probably laugh on the floor.
Background: The "Little Girl" is seven years old... And all the other girls are in their Sophomore year at the Ateneo. Girl 1 to Little Girl: We lost! Little Girl: I know, and you were all cheering so loudly! Girl 2: You'll understand us when you get there, because this is what college is all about: hell weeks and basketball. Girl 3: And Chris Tiu. Girl 2: Yeah, and someday you'll go to college and have your very own "Chris Tiu." Little Girl: What's a “Chris Tiu”? Girl 3: It's the epitome of perfection, dear. Little Girl: Oh.
Hahaha. I love this post! XD
Well, at least there is still someone who is wonderful in the appearance of Chris Tiu.
Haii…I hope it is true that when I’ll go to college, I will have my very own Chris Tiu. I’m sure you’re wishing for that, too. But for now, we’ll just turn on the television and cheer for our main man because...
“WIN OR LOOSE, IT’S CHRIS TIU WE CHOOSE!!!”
True Confessions :: Love the Impossible
Old flames die. Three simple words that are enough to describe how I feel right now. Old flames die. They loose their spark and their light.
I’d rather fall in the arms of the unreachable than being with the impossible someone to fall for you.
You might think I’m overreacting. Don’t worry it’s just an exaggeration on what I feel. Besides, it’s just a crush, OK?
This realization dawned on me when I told my mother about him. She said that it’s better not to have a crush for you’ll never have that guy. The ones who will fall for you are the people you don’t like and the rightful man God chose.
So there, that explains why my special feelings for that someone disappeared. We’ll still remain friends, but not like before. So please, no more teasing and whatever gimmicks you have.
Cheska's thoughts at 1:45 AM
life's sweetness..
The sound that sting one's ears, the smell of damp paper left outside to humidify and dehydrate, the unconscious minds and treacherous hearts were all but a part of the melodrama.
