I am extremely grateful to Pisy for looking and giving me the mp3 format of my song of the moment, which I sing at the moment as part of my therapy (sometimes called self-preservation): "Before I Let You Go" by Freestyle. I'm downloading it now from his sort-of defunct but a back-up of a website.

Sip, you're the best you know that? I couldn't thank you enough. I owe you plenty. I hope things work out better for you. And you know it will if you both are into your dreams and are willing to reach it... you know what I mean. But be prepared to slam into a wall anytime. =)

Yesterday I went to this "resort" blessing all the way in Laguna. It's a party place with a pool. It belonged to Auntie Sola, the sister of Auntie Yoling, my "mother" in the medical mission, as she provided all of us MANGGYAN volunteers a place to stay in for the night (a very comfortable one even) and she was there last night. Anyhow last night.... they made me sing. There was a band - they hired one... and I got a kick-ass Natalie sort-of Imbruglia "Left-of-the-middle" haircut now and I couldn't resist singing Torn. It was really fun to sing with a live band playing, rather than a minus one which I usually sing to, when people ask me to sing in their weddings. Anyway.... the point is, I had fun with my little number -- I was near performing my head off, but I wasn't really into performance level -- I guess I needed a few more, nicer songs for me to get all jumpy and rockstarish like Incubus or Plumb or Evanescence even. I wish. BUT ANYWAY...
The point is, last night, before getting into the van, the band played "Before I Let You Go," I almost cried. I suddenly got addicted to the song. It's so relatable especially at this point in time. And so that's the history of my song of the moment, which I sing at the moment.

I did fail to mention, Barbie was there with me last night. I taped a little of her speaking voice. And I'm just so happy that I don't have a high-pitched, twangy voice.

One more thing... I'm really no miss congeniality. I'm so transparent. It works for me most of the time, but sometimes I wish I could hide it. I'm practising... and practice makes perfect. (But nobody's perfect so why practice?!) Shit. Ok. I'm blabbing stupidity. I better shut up now, lest I sound dumber.

"Kung ang lahat ay may katapusan, itong paglalakbay ay makakarating din sa paroroonan At sa iyong paglisan, ang tanging pabaon ko... ay pag-ibig..." ,Color it Red (Paglisan)

hi! here's a toast to April.
Happy birthday Zig. May you have many more to come! Take care and God Bless. :)

Some kid named Emman Gacusan texted me at 9:16pm, thinking I was Heart Evangelista. I thought it was crazy. This is the 2nd time that this has happened: people thinking that my number belongs to Heart Evangelista -- it's scary. I mean, sure my cell number's really nifty and all because it's so basic and easy to remember, but dear people, I'm no Heart. I'm a Mitzi. Too bad.

Anyway, the poor kid said this:
"mam heart i'm emman gacusan po 11 years ol grade 6 po sa psukan siguro po nagtataka kayo bat nlaman ko ang number nyo naghahanap po ako ng pwedeng mging sponsor" -- +639183465161

I replied to him and said:
"Hijo, hindi ako si Heart."

I thought he'd stop... but he still continued and pushed the fact that I was Heart...
"Gusto ko lang nmam pong makapagtapos sa pagaaral kya ako nkitext sa kaibigan ko naood po kami ng mtb minsan doon po namin nlaman ang #mo sa close friend nyo po"

"Naku po" I thought... but I just replied:
"Hindi talaga ako si Heart. Itanong mo uli yung close friend ni Heart, kung sino man yun kasi hindi talaga ito yung number niya."

Finally he replied with this line:
"Sige po kung talagang hindi ikaw si mam heart salamat na lang poat sorry po at god bless you."

I just told him:
"God Bless you rin Hijo."

And then here's the catch... I was really shocked with this:
"Puwede po bang malaman kung sino po kayp, at sana po matulungan niyo po ako sa wish ko ang adres ko po ay 23 damam de noche st ivc marikino, para po makatapos ako"

I was shocked. I felt two feelings. One was resistance and one was pity... I felt like saying: is this the new gimmick? Text begging?.... and half of me said... Kawawa naman.
I mean, if I could help right, why not?.... but the thing is, I really can't. I'm flat broke now, and another thing is it's not that healthy to just text people and ask them to sponsor you right?... I felt really awkward. So I told him:
"Pasensya ka na, wala rin akong pera. Ang mapapayo ko na lang sa iyo ay ang magapply sa isang scholarship - yun yung isang paraan para makapagtapos ka."

I found it really strange. I just had to blog. Anyway......
The day is almost over. Tomorrow I'll be getting my grades. Wish me luck.

Again, happy birthday Zig.