Bad Day

Yesterday, the day of my pe(7am). I woke up almost 6am and the first word I said, I already forgot. I don't know if it's shoot/shit. I took a bath for barely 5mins and straight to getting dressed. Of course, that less than an hour trip won't do because wednesday is Baclaran day and if I leave the house at already past 6, rush hour already!

Oh yes, I am late, 30mins late! And to the very extent of my imagination- oh so unlucky to be the first batch to be called by Ma'am Atienza to take the practical test. I'll just make it good the next time and I'll sleep really early for me to also wake up early. (Yesterday, it only took me 3hrs of sleep that's why I didn't even hear the alarms.) There's only 3hrs or 4hrs(not so sure) left to get an FA grade, I won't maximize my absences and my being late.

Today, I felt resentful to myself because of some things I did before. I thought of the word 'karma' or is it just natural for it to happen? I don't know but I think it's my shallowness, my weakness, my inconsistency.

Useless effort

Our effort of buying tickets for the opening of the UAAP Season 70, in which our school to host, was useless. The ticket was more expensive than usual because of the so-called package those in-charge people have said. They have included a shirt with the ticket to which they have said that you will save a dime on it. Our money and effort for buying tickets were wasted. We were one of the hapless students who didn't get to watch the game at the Araneta due to hesitation to cut class for our BA/management(2-3pm) for there will be a test-first test. We don't want to sacrifice it because one of our company is the newly President-elect of the class(he'll get the blame when asked why is he absent), I just cut class in that subject last two weeks, plus it will be hard to make up for a missed exam.

One good thing, we still managed to watch the opening through the television at the lobby entrance-the Salinggawi Dance Troupe who showcased their talents with kids was cute. The concept was good. After the exam, Emman and I go straight to Araneta to see if we can still catch up the final minutes of the UP-DLSU game but it was just impossible because of heavy traffic in Cubao. I just meet up as planned with Carmel and Bebs then went to sharlene's debut. We should have just sold our tickets to Lyka or to someone else.

Anyway, there are still to come.

Hapag ng Pag-asa

From left to right: cover of the book written by the painter himself, the two facing pages of the painting in the book, my blockmates and I with Joey Velasco himself.

We watched a video exhibiting the obra of Joey A. Velasco, "Hapag ng Pag-asa" (Table of Hope) Oil on Canvas painting at the Beato building, at our theology class at which all of us was inspired by him.

The kids in the canvas depict the reality of the other side of life. What struck me most is Joyce (second on the table from the left) who got pregnant at the age of fourteen ang an unknown bony Sudan boy (kid beneath the table) who is struggling eating. When I've seen his picture, I almost shivered. And it is said that the one who took his photo didn't resist seeing the picture and died three months after.

Joey Valasco was actually not a painter. He's just discovered his painting skills by April of 2005 realizing that it was his passion - to be an instrument for most of the people to see what's beyond the picture - the hunger, wound and the brokenness that these kids feel which is reality. Seeing all his works, it makes you feel how fortunate and blessed you are.