Down the Capitol

May 15, 2012 (Tuesday) was a drizzly day. With my sister, Shiella, and my cousin, Fedilyn, we defined what a rainy day means…

And you might be asking, “Where is the rain?” Find out in the story below!

My sister is so hesitant to take me a photo of hers while she is paying me something in return. (That’s why you can’t see me in any photo here. I was the one who took them all.)
One of the best things about Pangasinan Provincial Capitol is that their lighters are magnificent!
What do you think so?
Streets of the Capitol are oh, so awesome, too!
“In Capitol, streets will make you feel brand new, the lights will inspire you…” He-he-he
A peak of the Capitol Building.
My cousin, Fedilyn on the left and my sister, Shiella, on the right. Ha-Ha. They don’t even know I am taking photos of them.
Oh, wait! Don’t leave me, yet, you two! Let me take a shot of this concrete building.
Here’s a view of the ravishing Capitol!
Wonderful, isn’t it?

The day has been listless to me and I don’t have plans going out with this kind of weather that keeps me sluggish. At 2PM, I called Fedilyn to pick me up in our house so we can do check each other afresh news.

I hit the play button on Youtube: “BRUNO MARS FUNNY MOMENTS PART 1”

“Couz, what about Bruno Mars, again? I swear to you, hindi ko na siya aagawin. Iyong-iyo na siya, eh. Kahit pa naman he’s dang irresistible and so humorous!.”

“Well, just make sure, cousin. But you know, we can always share. Ha-Ha.” The mock in my face is so distracting that even I, myself, don’t understand what I am saying. (Bruno is mine forever!)

“No, couz. Okay na ako kahit kay Philip Lawrence ko na lang.” Philip is Bruno’s buddy, who is, also his production mate and his band member.

A few hours after our spick-and-span conversation, I felt the sudden urge to sleep. Sleepless nights haunt me, that I couldn’t even think of sleeping the proper way. A small noise would easily yank me out of my bed while my head is pounding in pain…

I am thinking of forgetting about sleeping. Gets? Ha-Ha. So I want to freshen up…

“I want to go out and unwind. Can you go with me, dear cousin?”

“Anytime, couz! Ikaw pa. Malakas ka sa akin!”

“Okay, come on! Let’s hit the Capitol, then. Ang tagal ko nang hindi nakapunta doon. Let us eat, too!”

Fedilyn flicked, one brow raised. “Yeah, but how about this? I don’t have much cash now.”

“You need enough, not much, cousin. Basta, ako ang bahala sa’yo.” Then, I winked at her.

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Twilight is casting its spell and rain is starting to pour. It’s about 6:30 in the evening and I am having second thoughts whether or not we would still continue the not-so-planned-getaway. Mom and dad will be home in a few minutes and I don’t think they would allow us to go in a dusky and rainy evening.

Fedilyn texted me. “Couz, are we still going out? Get ready.”

I pout in my seat. “I guess so, cousin. I am almost done. Don’t forget to bring umbrellas.”

Knock! Knock!

“Samantha? Please open the door, honey.” mom called out.

“Yes, Ma. Andiyan na akooooooo…”

Her stuffs are partly wet and I could feel the coldness when I saw her soaked shoes shining, too.

“Ma, lalabas pala kami ni Fedilyn ngayon.”

“Anak, gabi na pero. At umuulan pa. Ipagpabukas niyo na lang ‘yan, anak.”

Oh, no. Not now, Ma. I am all dressed up and ready.

“Please, Ma? I just need to unwind.”

Without much ado, mom agreed. “Sige, basta mag-iingat kayo. Itext mo lang ako. Your dad and I will be going to our vigil, too.”

“No problem, Ma! Baka magabihan na rin kami.” Obviously, it’s evening, already, isn’t it?

A minute after, I am combing my hair and my sister seems to be morbid. She is lying in bed without speaking a word when I asked her if she wants to go with us.

“You don’t really want to go with us, do you? Sige na, para hindi masayang ‘yang bihis mo.” She is supposed to be somewhere else, too, but chances don’t permit her.

After a few tries, she answered with a little spark in her eyes. “Saan ba ang punta niyo, ate?”

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Uh-huh. Thank you for eavesdropping to our conversations. The photos were taken at Pangasinan Provincial Capitol grounds. I love photos with a million stories to tell!

P.S. Sorry for the low resolution. I used my phone for taking those. Actually, Shiella and Fedilyn were a bit despised because I am always on the go to take photos. I was like, “Hey, without my enthusiasm, there ain’t photos like these that would make you happy.” LOL

Thanks for dropping by!

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

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Behind A Blogger’s Life

To be honest with you, this is the last night of our 2-year contract from our Internet service provider. Obviously, I have to make the most out of this ample connection before tomorrow comes out and knocks me off my feet. I have been blogging for over 2 years, too, since we had an Internet connection when I stepped up into college.

I am a certified Internet geek! Every now and then, I check sites that help me inoculate questions on my mind. I sleep late at night and wake up early to use up the thing that keeps me alive…and that is, the Cyber World.

The thing is, when I say “the thing that keeps me alive…” I mean the one that keeps me connected throughout the world. Social Media upgrades and so my passion for writing (via blogs) fastens up, too!

I have signed up and written to numerous blogs before and in fact, I still have them now. My friends or even a few of my consistent readers, were amused to know them because I got to spend my little spare time to do such. I am a college student, taking up Bachelor of Arts, majoring in Political Science.

In my first year, I am looking for my way to do my write-ups and publish them online. By that time, every week in school consumes most of my time, though. Exams, quizzes, projects, practicums and among others are binding every step I make to my schooldays. But still, I am not having a hard time. I get along to being a college student while I also accomplish to being a teenage techie gal.

The same year, I started making my first blog, ever. It was our group blog, actually, and I was the administrator. The captions, the photos, the articles were all made by me. I tried sharing my blog posts on social networking sites and fortunately, I won two to three readers/viewers. Elsewhere, I had more than 5 blog accounts online. Some are for micro-blogging so I have to stay awake, again, all night, even though my classes are as early as 7AM. I still remember it when I slept past 12AM until 3AM, just surfing the Internet and my eyes were burning already. Headaches come and go.

Second year. This is when I became more active to micro-blogging, leaving past my first blog account. I am steering slowly to open my laptop and publish what is happening. I have to say that this is the busiest and time-consuming school year in my college life (and I know that more is about to come). Let me count weekends. I couldn’t even finish up all of the requirements for only two days, with all that urgent deadlines.

However, it came to a point where I missed sharing my life with others. All my thoughts were coming into view and I did not want to let go of them as time passes by. What I meant was, I wanted memories to last a lifetime! It was only a few months ago that I made this blog account on WordPress and I seemed to be enticed to write, again, like a writer with a new pen. The difference between this blog from my first owned one is that, this is personal. I don’t have to worry posting outnumbered articles or photos of mine, not bothered by group things; I write what I like and I post who I am.

Now, I am an incoming Third Year student, already, and I believe that this is a whole different thing from the past years. Why? Because I ought to contend with my major subjects, for the first time! If last school year was already a catching fire to me, not to mention, those were “only” minor subjects, how much more about these major ones? I am not going to kill myself, eh?

A promise is a promise. A devotion is a devotion. Passion is passion.

Still, despite these circumstances to my busy life, I do blog. And I am going to continue doing it until the world stops from spinning (No, please don’t. Ha-Ha). The key is TIME MANAGEMENT. No matter how busy you may seem, find ways to do ten things at one time, if possible. Practically speaking, do not indulge yourself to do only one thing when you can do two.

In my case, they keep on questioning me how in the world I wrote all of these when I am supposed to pass a research paper. The irony of me, I am even feeling relieved when I finish a long blog, than having been tied up to my already finished paperwork. I spend the whole time sitting and waiting for my thoughts to usher continuously so I can type it, all the while, without minding my quizzes for the following day…the thoughts that would, someday, change the world!

Tomorrow, the inter-connective waves from the worldwide web will be gone in an instant. This is also the reason why I wrote this post. I am not saying that I am going to stop blogging because our Internet connection will be gone. No, that will not stay for too long. We have already called a new Internet service provider and if God permits that the surveyors would approve our location (they need to check whether our house is close to the other subscribers for the cable wire), I will be bounded to write for you, dear readers, again. Cross-fingers for that!

I will not stop from blogging. Blogging makes me whole. This is the truth behind my life, as a blogger. I am a blogger by heart…a certified Internet geek!

It’s almost 12AM. For this, I am happy. Goodnight to me, good day to you!

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

A Paraphrase:

A paraphrase: LIFE is neither about chasing, nor envying others of what we don’t have; it is about being contented, and appreciating the things we have.

– Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

LIFE is neither about chasing, nor envying others of what we don’t have; it is about being contented, and appreciating the things we have.

– Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

Says Lindsey

“YOU ARE NOT WORTH MY EVERYTHING,” says Lindsey, with a pout on her face. After months of having the on-and-off relationship with Patrick, she sure knows what will happen next.

Few minutes ago, while she was typing something for her paper, How To Have A Useful Marketing Strategy, due tomorrow, her friend, Lisa, called. “Oh, dear. I saw your spinach (Patrick) with that hell cat. They are both riding Patrick’s Isuzu…”

Lindsey took that into speculation before. Patrick, going out with another girl named Natasha…Natasha kissing Patrick publicly…both of them directing a show for all, and Lindsey crying over Patrick for being such a fool.

“Lisa, please stop…I can’t, uhm…I know Patrick’s happy with her side, but he loves me, still.”

Lisa chortles a bit. She sort of know that kind of laugh Lisa has when someone mocked her beyond extent.”Seems like he cares, you know? He loves you because you are so messed up believing him despite the distortion he’s causing you; or how about this…he loves you because he’s in for your money?’

The truth about Lisa’s theory hit her. It’s the kind of pain you feel when someone stabs you in the chest, two times a minute, digging deeper and deeper before you knew that you are dying. The soggy, scarlet blood is oozing right through that spot where the knife has beat you.

Do I have to stop the bleeding or let the hemorrhage continue until I no longer feel the pain because I’m already dead asleep?

To be continued…

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

Dear Yellow Tumbler

Dear Yellow Tumbler

Once upon a time, my mom bought us two tumblers. They were yellow and blue. My sister’s blue and mine’s yellow. For 6 consecutive years, I made my yellow tumbler a drinking glass – water, fruit juices, etc.

Needless to say, it has been with me through thick and thin. In our house, it was never a “beverage” without my tumbler. Apparently, it has a high sentimental value on me.

A few hours ago, while I was crunching on the butter cookies that mom gave, I pour a glassful of water to my tumbler and put it to my headboard.

I was fighting the urge to sleep when I caught a glimpse of my blanket – inviting me to sleep. At one stroke, my hands accidentally jerked the tumbler and it fell to the hard marble floor…

(That is not a new thing to me because I am used to having even gallons of water pouring because of my clumsiness.)

But soon as I ran out of my room to get the mop and dry the damped floor, I brought my tumbler with me to refill it, again, with water.

Then came the tiny drops of water pouring and pouring and…whaaaaaaat? I examined the yellow thing closely, only to find that it has a big crack at the lower part, but not bigger than a ballpoint pen.

Somebody, help me! I felt like my world is crashing…=(

Still, I yanked out and drank the remaining ounce of water to the tumbler I treasured for years!

Tantrums bewilder my room when I enter it, crying without tears. (Ha-Ha) Actually, I want to cry. I want to burst out of tears for losing my best-friend.

Some of you may find me “OA” for crying over this tumbler but it has been with me for 6 years, for goodness’ sake. Ugh, and now, it was broken…that fast? Or should I say, in just a blink of an eye?

But is this possible? Dad said I can trade it to Tupperware and they will give me a new one! (I am not sure, though.)
I have to say, the blue tumbler of my sister was broken after a year it was purchased by my mom. But this one was so unbreakable and solid!

Goodbye to you, yellow tumbler love! Or no, I will still keep you inside the cabinet to remind me that once upon a time, I have a dear friend like you. =) I will definitely miss you – my lips will.

Dear Yellow Tumbler
Copyright 2012 by Samantha De Guzman

Once upon a time, my mom bought us two tumblers. They were yellow and blue. My sister’s blue and mine’s yellow. For 6 consecutive years, I made my yellow tumbler a drinking glass for water, fruit juices, etc.

Needless to say, it has been with me through thick and thin. In our house, it was never a “beverage” without my tumbler. Apparently, it has a high sentimental value to me.

A few hours ago, while I was crunching on the butter cookies that mom gave, I pour a glassful of water to my tumbler and put it to my headboard.

I was fighting the urge to sleep when I caught a glimpse of my blanket – inviting me to sleep. At one stroke, my hands accidentally jerked the tumbler and it fell to the hard marble floor…

(That is not a new thing to me because I am used to having even gallons of water pouring because of my clumsiness.)

But soon as I ran out of my room to get the mop and dry the damped floor, I brought my tumbler with me to refill it, again, with water.

Then came the tiny drops of water pouring and pouring and…whaaaaaaat? I examined the yellow thing closely, only to find that it has a big crack at the lower part, but not bigger than a ballpoint pen.

Somebody, help me! I felt like my world is crashing…=(

Still, I yanked out and drank the remaining ounce of water to the tumbler I treasured for years!

Tantrums bewilder my room when I enter it, crying without tears. (Ha-Ha) Actually, I want to cry. I want to burst out of tears for losing my best-friend.

Some of you may find me “OA” for crying over this tumbler but it has been with me for 6 years, for goodness’ sake. Ugh, and now, it was broken…that fast? Or should I say, in just a blink of an eye?

But can this be possible? Dad said that I can trade it to Tupperware in exchange of a new one! (I am not sure, though. But yes, it was a product of Tupperware)
I have to say, the blue tumbler of my sister was broken after a year it was purchased by my mom. But this one was so unbreakable and solid!

Goodbye to you, yellow tumbler love! Or no, I will still keep you inside the cabinet to remind me that once upon a time, I have a dear friend like you. =) I will definitely miss you – my lips will.

(P.S. How I love the illuminating effect of my tumbler’s photo above!)

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

A Rain Just Passed

ALL IS WELL NOW — The rain cooled the atmosphere, it was a great help to many. But my bed was partly wet; I need to curl myself up and sleep on the right side of it.

The internet cable was soaked with rainwater…I have to find a new paper bag to suit them.

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The clock  is still perfectly working, despite the heavy rain.

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My books are safe in their place. Thank you, Lord, my notebook wasn’t ruined because it has a thick celluloid cover. Yet, below that notebook, the router box has been damped with water side by side.

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Other than that, I am, still, not yet pissed. There’s no point of getting mad at this very moment. Holy Week, it is. What is easier than being soaked up with plenty of good things in your mind?

All I need to do is wipe them with dry cloth before everything else get cleared out, then I’ll not be sorry for doing so.

Oh, and one good thing. Blessed Virgin Mary and Jesus’ crucifix haven’t been sprinkled with just a single drop of rainfall. 

To make everything clear, these things I mentioned were located on the left side of my bed, just below my windowpane. A few hours ago, my mom and I had an agreement of going out. Right before the rain pours, I did go out from our house and I spent the early evening in my cousin’s house. And before I got a close grip to see my  open-from-a-heavy-rain-windows, I already saw droplets of water nearby, that was why I placidly ran to get a clean mop and a piece of cloth to dry everything.

LESSONS LEARNED: Do not forget to close all the open windows before you go out, esp. when you know that IT WILL RAIN…a heavy and cooling rain, it even cools your even-tempered mind.

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)

One More Step To Summer

I’ve been hanging around to load some pictures and to find something to blog. School’s out, vacation’s in! But one thing that is provoking me to extract my thoughts and to post thousand or millions of photos I had is that, I missed half the fun!

Who wants to read a late blog post, anyway? 

Other than that, I am building castles in the air...if I am going to make this blog appealing the way I did in my previous posts (Oh, did I?), who wouldn’t dare to read my upcoming posts, again, no matter how late that event might seem?

Spell it = S.A.M.T.H.I.N.G.E.X.T.R.A.O.R.D.I.N.A.R.Y.

If that’s the case, let me show you the least photo I found in the latter.

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Do not take that note, literally, oh you, dear! Since it’s summer, I’m pursuing to post whereabouts of Heat. (And by the way, that is a page of my Physics notebook way back in High School. So lucky of me, I still have it locked inside my bookshelf.)

So, how’s your well running? As for my case, I drank almost a quarter of water to fill my cotton-mouth body. 

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Photo Credits: http://www.weheartit.com

You know, I am getting used to drink more not just because of the oxymoron: “freezing heat” of summer. (Technically, yes, because it’s sort of cold in the evening. Agree with me, please.) I drink a lot of water for the 74th Hunger Games survival! Kekeke. Isn’t water the very source of life?

Years ago, lessons in school remind me that you can survive 40 days without food, but you cannot live 4 days without WATER.

So…are you in for the one step before summer? Drink a lot of water, first. Before heading to the beach, to the sports club, or even most to the arena (Hunger Games) and play for keeps with death, it would be essential to have the H20 supply.

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Photo Credits: http://www.weheartit.com

That is all and I hope you enjoy your summer, everyone! Make it a “Summer Unlike Any Other.” For now, let us spread this One More Step to Summer before we move on to the beach.

by: Samantha C. De Guzman

(NO PLAGIARISM)