Para Sa'kin na Low Self Esteem

The Bottom Line

You have charm and smarts that add up to one unbelievable person. Celebrate you.

In Detail

A friend has been chiding you for being too hard on yourself, and they are right. It's time that you realized just what a rock star you are! Beating yourself up over something that happened in the past (that you can't change now) doesn't do anything except hurt your self-esteem. It also keeps you from taking important risks in the future. You've got to be honest with yourself today. You have all the charm, good-looks and smarts that add up to one fantastic person. Pat yourself on the back.

ICONcert

WHAT IS THE QUESTION? The first crucial question to ask is where can we find our country in the exercise of one’s citizenship. We can debate ad nauseam along this direction but we propose a more inward looking type of reflection through the following questions which we can pose to ourselves individually or as an organization. “Why do we find ourselves in these desperate and appalling conditions?” “What has been my role as a Filipino citizen?” “What am I doing that adds up to the difficulties of the nation?” “What can I do to improve?” “How can I change?” “Where can I start?”

HELP MAKE Citizenship by Good Example [CGE!] WORK. Be one of us! Let’s celebrate our response! On February 21, 2009 , the Simbahang Lingkod ng Bayan (SLB) will have a concert entitled “Pinoy Ctzen ICONnect ICONcert” at the Ateneo de Manila High School Covered Courts. This is to jumpstart our communal effort towards building the nation. We will gather the youth from Metro Manila and nearby provinces for an entertaining and engaging campaign that will fire them up once again towards love of country as did Dr. Jose Rizal, Gen. Emilio Aguinaldo and Andres Bonifacio in their youth.

The CGE! Movement is thrilled to welcome an impressive array of talented artists to help us spread the CGE! message. Included are Itchy Worms Band, the Philippine Allstars, Noel Cabangon and other performers.

The Key Staff consists of international theater trainor and artist Terence Guillermo as Stage Director, UP Filipiñana Dance Troupe Artistic Director Van Manalo as Choreographer, multi-awarded videographer Joel Barquez as Multi-media Director, and award-winning composer Atty. Dulce Punzalan as Musical Director.

It promises to be a spectacular evening and we encourage everyone to tune in and join us. There is great need to drum up awareness on the importance of the campaign and why is this so, because more and more people especially the young members of our country are less involved in socio-political concerns. Recent youth surveys show that the youth are more inclined to be “non-joiners” when it comes to exercising their civic duties and responsibilities. Let this be a wake up call for all Filipinos. Through an effective and engaging media campaign in the form of indie-rock music and dance, we hope to communicate the CGE! mission to the country’s “Fair hope of the Fatherland.”

Tickets are sold at P200 (student price) and P400 (regular price with CGE! Album CD). For inquiries call SLB at (+632 426 5968) or please send SMS to (+63 908 2429733). Thank you.

Optimism Entry

...because i will never stop trying until that exact moment that the impossibility is clear.
...i know that the little things will matter in the end.
... i don't have to explain myself because i have my own reasons.
... if in the end, it will prove to be a futile attempt, i will be happy that i said yes to the ride
.
ang bottom line, kung meron man may crush sa akin sa law school, magtapat ka na please? haha (inside joke with Ipe, Dial, Nancy)
pero di naman talaga un ang point ng entry na'to... fine, pwede rin.
I am not dubbed as the eternal optimist for nothing.
fight lang Eunice. you're nearing the end of the road.

Prelude to the end…

of the beginning.

So our tears flowed

Without saying a word

Without thinking of our

goodbyes. It was a hug

most apt, a bandage

to our bleeding hearts.

The man talked about

Hope. Of wounded souls

And of once beating

But now suffering

hearts. The moment

was abruptly started.

A call. A message.

It was the end

of the beginning.

We are not going

To be together.

A series of flash

backs. Of misplaced

optimism. Of pats

on the back and silent

smiles. We knew

this was coming.

We just dreaded

That it’ll be

Too soon.

No letting go

Tears will flow

No more. Today

Is the day that we

Stand our ground.

I’ll see you at the end

Of this mocking

Road. I will hurry

Back to you, this

Is a prelude.

A prelude

To the end

Of the beginning

That never ends.

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To the ateneolaw2009 yahoogroup members.

To My batchmates.

To you who refuse to cry,

ako na ang iiyak para sa’yo.

Finding Peter Pan

from Peyups.com Contributed by dragfly (Edited by arwen) Wednesday, October 29, 2008 @ 12:28:19 AM Print | Send | Comment

So there I was, catching falling stars on my bed one night and contemplating on my longest ever crush on Peter Pan. Maybe if he were for real (and if dogs could really fly) I could too, if only I didn't know that while I believed so much on fairies, my fairies never did believe in me. I could not blame them; I never really took off the galaxies stuffed in my pockets, and I kept on catching more falling stars than I could hold in my hands. They must have thought that it was this weight that kept me anchored to the ground. I found pixie dust sprinkled inside my shoes, when I finally got off the bed. Only I didn't get that magical feeling in the movies, (the room did not echo "you can fly, you can fly!" ) It stung my feet instead, like when you sit on your leg for too long, stung my feet like having that funny bone on your elbow hit by the classroom chair. I liked wearing them anyway, for it reminded me of Peter Pan (and have I mentioned that I had the longest crush on him?) and I thought maybe if I wore these pixie shoes, by some good fairytale karma, he would appear. Even though it stung. (Even though I didn't know yet that later on, it will bleed.) Anyway I always kept my needles ready, just in case he drops by searching for his shadow. So then my window flew open, as I watched in awe as the second star to the right shone brighter and brighter, I ran to the sill and stood on the roof thinking of what it's like, face to face with your most elusive dream - must have been that same feeling in the wax museum when you're face to face with hollywood stars, only better. (as I have never really found wax a legitimate substitute for human beings - wax hands are too slippery to hold.) Peter Pan was more than a Michael Jackson. Heck, Peter Pan was far greater to me then even Elvis. I felt afloat. My feet began to leave the roof tiles - I was going to fly! I gave it one huge leap of faith, and I drifted into the endless sky. (And for the first time ever, like that cow in the nursery rhyme, I finally understood how it felt to jump over the moon) I didn't stay there for long though. Next thing I knew I was being pulled hard into the earth, plunging into the darkness underneath me. Down down down down down down It was a seemingly endless fall. How high have I really been? Down, down, down. Down, down, down, I couldn't have crashed harder. The moment I hit the ground I felt my bones dig themselves into my other bones, and the stars that I have held so dearly in these pockets fell all over the place, dug themselves into my skin, like shards of that full length mirror that used to hang in our old apartment, (along with those five years of bad luck multiplied by a thousand stars and a few dozen galaxies and the remains of the first dog in space) I had legitimate reasons to cry then, only I figured that crying is not as much fun as laughing, And so I did. And all of a sudden I realized that it takes more than pixie dust to fly. And while I thought that my fairies never did believe in me, I felt myself begin to rise. (I never found my Peter, but who am I to protest now that I'm in Neverland?)

You know you're fat when...

... someone who chooses to hide in the multiply id chubbychaser visits your multiply site..

Lord naman e.

ACP Hiphop Abs feat. Eunice : A Disclaimer

Ok, this i gotta do to save people from the disappointment that they'll eventually feel for having too much faith in me.

I am not the "instructor". I can never be. Kung alam nyo lang na nilalagnat ako everytime may attempt ako na mag sit-ups. Haha.

So, what's the real story? Ganito kasi.. One lazy morning, Reg texted me to ask if I can head the Hiphop abs ACP. I was kinda dumbfounded kasi nga. (See reason in the preceding paragraph. Then I got a follow up text from B. Nicka. I seriously said, I can't because of the following valid reasons:

1. I have never done any hiphop ab exercise.
2. I am not credible. (Have you seen me lately? Do i have great abs? I have no pack, unless you are willing to consider the layers of fat that I have.)
3. Nakakatawa.

So i replied and suggested Rimo. They both agreed that it's a great idea. I said, if kailangan ng tao, dadating ako.

Lo and behold. I am in the ACP Manual. I am the "our very own Eunice Monsod" that shall head the ACP feat. hiphop abs. THe horror of being the subject of tons of ridicule immediately surface. Got text messages and lots of promises if only to see me lead the way to great abs.

So there. I will still be there. BUT PLEASE, let's not get our hopes too high,.

I really thank the people who believe in me, ang love talaga ay blind. Trust and faith overflows.
BUt if there's anything I can promise, it's that we'll have lots of fun and well, we're gonna sweat it out, literally and figuratively..

Salamat David Tan. Salamat Dial at Gea. Salamat Lord.

Chronicles of JLErs

JLErs*

Pumasok ka na ba?

What: Jesuit Leadership Experience

Where: Capuchin Retreat House (imbento), Lipa, Batangas

When: January 30 – February 1, 2009

Why: Why not?

Motto: It is not the end, not even the beginning of the end… But it was the end of the beginning.

Yun e!

So what?

This is a collection of quotable quotes from the JLErs. If you’re looking for my learnings, this is not the blog about it. But if you’re looking for pieces of evidence that will prove how much fun we had, then read on.

Atty. Balane talked about the wonderful life of St. Ignatius a.k.a Iniego (assuming na ito ang correct spelling). It was an interesting storytelling session especially because, if you know Atty. Balane, he is very passionate about these things. Here are my favorite lines from his story.

(quote on how St. Ignatius chose to undergo another anesthesia-free surgery because of his vanity)

“… to martyr himself for his own pleasure.”

Eunice’s thought bubble: Sounds like love to me.

“Nothing succeeds like SUCCESS!”

Euns: Mabuti naman. Mahirap naman kung nothing succeeds like failure.

After Atty. Balane’s storytelling, we were asked to react on the talk, notice how the reactions seem to be almost always sound like the JLErs were still talking about love.

“It was worth the wait.”

“If it’s worth it, you have to give it your all.”

“It was an opportunity to learn.”

Enough with my love ramblings. Here are the funnier exchanges of ideas.

JLEr: (on change) Mahirap sya.

Faci: Mahirap? Bakit nakikikain lang ba sya dito ?

JLEr: (on answering some exercise questions) We weren’t able to tackle the question thoroughly.

Faci: So, nagchismisan lang kayo?

JLEr: We got enganged kasi on the quote that we got. (long explanation)

Faci: So, wala talagang sagot?

Panalo.haha

JLEr: My partner is _____, kilala ko sya kasi minaneho ko sya papunta ditto.

Too much info.

JLEr: ______ and I didn’t follow instructions but I can see that she’s an innate leader.

Irony nga naman.

Activities on LOVE:

Scenario: Everyone’s blindfolded , instructed to make an equilateral triangle out of the rope that was provided for them. (Equilateral pa lang numose bleed na yata mga tao, haha.. Math alert! Math Alert!!!)

JLEr #1: Let’s figure out first how long the rope is.

JLEr #2: (shouts) Oh my God, it’s LOOOONG.

JLEr #1: Please don’t say that while we’re all blindfolded.

Faci: What were your learnings?

JLEr: I realized that… love is where the fun is.

JLEr: I was touched because when I was trying to get through the hoops, people started helping me , they were trying to lift my foot.

Euns: (sa isip) Ganyan talaga ang love, umaangat ang paa mo.

JLEr: Sobrang daming tumulong, un ibanag-offer ng helping arm, helping hand… helping body.

HELPING BODY?

JLEr: Love? We can DO IT NOW. We can DO IT IN THE LAW SCHOOL.

Sabagay. Pag gusto mo na, gusto mo na talaga.

JLEr: (on a traumatic experience in rallies) Nakita ko ang mga kasama ko na lumuluha… kasi nga TEAR GAS.

Dialogue

Father: I didn’t have problems with sick Jesuits… well except that they just died.

JLEr: Kailangan mong ilagay ang malalaking bagay sa maliliit na package.

JLEr: With regard to the video clip, I think self-awareness is about humility.

Faci: Ah… San un?

“Sometimes, you have to get hurt to find out what you’re meant to have.”

Faci: Ok, so… any more reactions? Dito? (turo sa isang row) sa COMMITTEE OF SILENCE?

JLEr: Ingenuity is about humility too. Like in the video, ok lang kahit na sabihin mo na Hey, pukpukin mo kami!

JLEr: Schools should not reward answers but questions.

Euns: (kailangan kasi ipaalam na ako para magets e) We need the admin to encourage us to become more well-rounded people.

Fr. B: Well, it seems like you are very well-rounded.

Euns: Foul!

JLEr: (on the presence of CLV, Cande and Fr. B) I never thought I could address the trinity.

CLV: Well, at least we all know who the Father is.

JLEr: It was nice to hear the story of St. Ignatius because coming from La Salle, I am not aware of that story.

Fr. B: Well, when we talk about spirituality, we don’t only speak of Ignatian spirituality naman. Anyway, St. LaSalle is also in heaven no?

EATING QUOTES

JLEr #1: Bakit kaya walang sighting ng Capuchin brothers?

JLEr#2: San kaya napupunta un mga natitirang pagkain?

JLEr#3: Alam ko na. Siguro kinakain lahat ng mga brothers. Tapos kaya walang sighting kasi nga obese na sila lahat sa kakakain ng mga tira.

(May dumating na brother)

JLEr#1: E bakit kaya un di naman obese?

JLEr#3: Dude, kasi may exercise sya. Sya un kumukuha ng pagkain from the caf to the house.

JLEr#2: So, kailangan para matulungan natin sila maubos natin ang pagkain?

JLEr#1: Tama. Eat your food, pass it on. Yan ang advocacy natin.

JLEr#1: Wow men, pareho pa tayong mustard yellow ang damit. Para tayong Mongol Pencil at Cartolina.

JLEr#2: E bakit hinubad mo na un yellow jacket mo?

JLEr#1: E kasi, pag pareho tayo ng kulay para tayong love team sa That's Entertainment!

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To end my JLE Chronicles, I want to declare that the official theme songs of the whole thing are…

“You cut me open and I… keep LEADING, keep, keep LEADING LOVE.” (Bleeding love tune)

“Got to believe in MAGIS….” (Hulaan nyo kung anong tono. Heler)

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* A JLEr is someone who attended the Jesuit Leadership Experience. It is pronounced as JAILER hence the tagline, pumasok ka na ba? This term was coined by Mayco Romulo (I think).

First Letter to the REAL YOU

This love letter starts with a million pieces of thank you, delicately woven and kept inside my heart.

Our beginnings are slowly fast, vaguely clear and imaginarily real. The smiles that have invaded my once inactive lips owe it to the smallest of gestures, rawest of emotions and warmest of thoughts. You are rarely here, in the same way that I am rarely there. I don’t look for you, miss you or, even for a second, feel a bit of longing because there is no you…. There is no me.

Just us.

We have a “we” that has turned its back on time, space and norms, a “we” that laughs at silly utterances, abrupt “I love you’s” and human warmth. Ours is not human. It is warmth that travels through the heart. It’s not human, it’s supernatural, ghost-like. Our love does not speak of moments that end but of hello’s that reverberate through what is not seen but felt. Our love is a dream, a nightmare, a premonition.

It is everything but reality because what's the use of reality if we can together dictate the dances and songs of our dreams?

This letter ends with a million pieces of thank you, delicately woven and kept inside my heart.

Words of Melancholy for Neverland and an Ode to the Land on which I Finally Landed

In the beginning I was flying, over mountains, over

oceans and over your heart. I used

to enjoy fairy dust and foolish games. Yours was

the boat of the strange captain, the light of a heart

that was born from stars, a treasure

chest of happy thoughts. Yours was Neverland. A world

we on which we can never land. We floated…

and floated still. Until the gods said enough

and forcefully commanded that we

fall.

We never fell

together.

We

fell

apart.

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So I have landed,

Bruised

Tired

Relieved

Relief did

come, in

a land so foreign

yet so familiar. I saw

a hand reaching for mine,

without thinking

but with great feeling

I reached out.

Instead of pulling

me up, he held

my hand and with a sense

of urgency sat beside me.

There was no invitation to fly,

nor to float.

There was

A promise

To stay.

Ang Sabi ni Carlo...

.... nang sinabi ko na may boyfriend na ako.
"parang Mortal Kombat..... Fuma-FINAL BATTLE ka ah!"
Winner,