Wednesday, April 17, 2013

"You are not alone." -God


HELLO!!!! It's been soooo long since I last posted here!! Teeheeee but yea =)))


I've been feeling really lonely nowadays... :( Just a few minutes ago I found myself staring blankly at the laptop then a notification popped on my fb acct "Aimee you have a message from God" it's from the app God wants You to Know. So I clicked on it and here's what it said, "Today, Aimee, we believe God wants you to know that .. you are not alone. God is always with you, seen or unseen, saint or sinner. Giving you air, supporting your footsteps, nourishing you with sunshine, God is here with you. The separateness you sometimes feel is an illusion, in truth you are never alone."


I was really struck. :) Thank You, Lord. I was again, about to give up but then You gave me a sign not to. I love you!!
Uhm so yea, I have no one to talk to in person so I'll just blog about my day!! :) My boyfriend's been really giving me a hard time lately and he doesn't talk to me much too so here I go! :)

My family and I just got home from my mom's nth graduation!! She took up Law this time! My mom is the type of person who never stopped studying!! She has finished taking up a lot of courses already :D she has 7 kids hihi I'm one of those lol of course! I'm really proud of her! Watching their graduation made me anxious about when my own graduation will be! I wanna graduate already! I told my family when we were eating in the Chinese restaurant we always go to that I wish every course in college is only taken up for two years then boom graduation alreadyyyy!! Hahah wishful thinking. Jokes aside, I am truly excited about the future. Yesterday, when my family and I were at the mall, I told my cousin that I cannot wait for us to finally have jobs and buy our own stuff with our own salary! That would be so much fun :D but at the same time, it's kinda scary... Because being independent would mean not being with my family as much as I am now. I actually am already feeling the separation, beeing far away from them because I go to University of the Philippines Los Banos (a two-hour drive from my home). It's really hard for me to be separated from them especially that I am a family-oriented type of person! Can you believe it, the whole school year (my freshman year) not once did I not come home and stay there in my university for the weekend! I went home every Friday night!!! I'm still trying to adapt, that's why. This coming June, I will be a sophomore!! :) Better try hard not to be homesick!! My mom's complaining cause she wants me to have my life there in the university hahah I do have friends there of course!! It's just that spending the weekends with my family is what gets me through the week!! :) Anywaaaay! I'm taking up BS Mathematics and Science Teaching! :) I've always wanted to be a teacher!! :D Then on the summer of my third year, I'll take up Special Education (my dream course)!! :) I am sooooo excited for what's in the future for me! But yea for now I have to study realllyyyyy hard!!! :)

That's all, thank you! Lol hella formal

Friday, October 5, 2012

My Adventure Time


-Edie Aimee C. Octaviano                                                        

            When I first saw my 1st semester schedule and saw my English classes scheduled on Wednesdays for the lecture and Fridays for the recitation class, both at 5:30-7:00 PM, I thought to myself, “Tsk, what a burden!”
            I have never really liked English classes, to be honest. Don’t get me wrong, I love to read and to speak in the English language. But the sentence patterns, thesis, and such, I don’t like very much. I am fond of Shakespeare’s works but sometimes my mind can’t help but wander off since a lot of words not just on his works but every books I have read are like some kind of ancient symbols I am foreign—or worse, an alien—to.  I can speak fluent English (or so I think) but truly lack in range of vocabulary knowledge. I have written many essays in the past, but never really understood the structure in which writing goes by.
            Then there came my English1. There are many aspects of English that I now understand. Now, I am able to brainstorm what to write about and how to write it, how to emphasize my ideas thoroughly and completely within my paragraph, how to construct grammatically correct sentences to paragraphs to essays, and how to properly use the writing process and how to incorporate it when writing. Writing has never been so easy! Just kidding, it will always be hard. But now, I am finding it not as hard as it was for me before. After spending time in my English classes, I can now say that my writing skills have improved maybe not greatly (though I’m getting there a tiny step at a time), but they sure did. Through the gleeful Sir Embate and the professor known to students as a terror but has a soft heart, Sir Remollo, I certainly learned a lot of things which I would not have learned if it were not for their astounding techniques and understanding on what they are teaching. Unaware of it before, every moment I stepped out of every class we had, a new Aimee was formed slowly. I still have a lot of practicing to go through but I believe I can do anything as long as I keep in mind the knowledge my mind was filled with by Sir Embate and Sir Remollo. So cliché I know, but practice makes perfect.
            Perseverance is what I need to achieve my desired outcome and goals in life. I have a dream known to few close people of mine and that is to be an author of a novel someday.  But I’ve always doubted myself. English1 taught me to have the determination to write and to have confidence in myself. That’s why I can truthfully say that it had really helped me improve in writing and speaking, and with those two combined; I had improved in my actions as well. The best thing studying a subject could do to a student is to mold his/her morality for the better. And that, is what studying English1 did to me.
Now that the English lecture classes and recitation classes are coming to an end with only one meeting left for each, I find myself hoping they’d never end. The classmates I shared laughter with, the short bonds made, and the joy they brought me will be with me till I grow old. I would undeniably never forget Sir Embate’s contagious mirth and Sir Remollo’s suspicious grin. Not only did the two teachers provided me with an education irreplaceable but they also made learning so pleasurable I sometimes forgot I was in class and started to feel like I was at home.
Everyone will be remembered. All the memories will be cherished. Every wisdom gained will be used and be stored in mind for eternity. During my 5:30-7:00 PM classes on Wednesdays and Fridays this semester, I had my own little adventure time.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Death.

From Hamlet Act 3 Scene 1:
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?
To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
     What is death? These sentences in bold letters are my favorites. Remember me blogging about me playing the role of Hamlet during our class play? Well yea, these are the lines I felt most emotions on. We used the modern version of the play though. Let's analyze the lines. I am no expert on this. Please do remember that I am just a 16 year old girl who has just stepped into college two months ago. :)
     Note: As you read on, keep in mind these are just my own interpretation. These are basically based on my own level of understanding. :)
     These lines focuse on the question "Is it better to be alive or dead?". Because of all the numerous and countless problems life brings us, sometimes we tend to think that it may be actually better to die than to live and having to go through all those. Hamlet feels that way. Being alive means endless hurting. Dying is a sleep that ends it all. Is it really better to be dead though? Yes, being alive will just bring us heartaches but always keep in mind that it is the same thing that brings us happiness. Death won't get us anywhere and won't make our dreams come true, so attempting suicide to "just end it all" is not appropriate if we want to live a fulfilled life.
     Why do I talk of death out of all the things I could possibly blog about? Why talk of death when I could just be enjoying being alive?
     Recently, close friends of mine's relatives die. My boyfriend's grandma passed away on April 29, 2012. Not even after four months has passed, on August 2, his dad passed away too. He never got a chance to introduce me to his grandma--- oh he did, at her wake. :( I only knew his dad for 5 months. It was on March 5, 2012 approximately 6:00 PM., at the tennis court of where they live, Ferndale Homes. I will never forget that day 'cause that was the day that started the "thing" between me and my boyfriend. I remember my boyfriend telling me stories about his dad and how they bond. His dad was the perfect family guy.   I'm glad I got to hear him tell me I was pretty that one night my boyfriend attended a debut party. He was such a good man. A week ago, a close family friend of ours passed away, too. Yesterday, my bestfriend, Ellysa, lost her grandpa.
     When people die, their loved ones left on earth feel mixed emotions. These emotions then lead to questions. Why do people have to die? Why is there such thing as death? Why can't people just live forever? Is there life after death? After losing someone so dear to us... what do we do? Where do we go from there? These questions, however, are questions only we, ourselves, could answer.
     How do we answer these? My boyfriend's mom talks of the 5 stages of grief. I did a research and this is what I got.
     The Five Stages of Grief according to Elisabeth Kübler-Ross & David Kessler are Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. I was so amazed by these that I feel like I really have to post them here.
Denial 
This first stage of grieving helps us to survive the loss. In this stage, the world becomes meaningless and overwhelming. Life makes no sense. We are in a state of shock and denial. We go numb. We wonder how we can go on, if we can go on, why we should go on. We try to find a way to simply get through each day. Denial and shock help us to cope and make survival possible. Denial helps us to pace our feelings of grief. There is a grace in denial. It is nature’s way of letting in only as much as we can handle. As you accept the reality of the loss and start to ask yourself questions, you are unknowingly beginning the healing process. You are becoming stronger, and the denial is beginning to fade. But as you proceed, all the feelings you were denying begin to surface.
Anger 
Anger is a necessary stage of the healing process. Be willing to feel your anger, even though it may seem endless. The more you truly feel it, the more it will begin to dissipate and the more you will heal. There are many other emotions under the anger and you will get to them in time, but anger is the emotion we are most used to managing. The truth is that anger has no limits. It can extend not only to your friends, the doctors, your family, yourself and your loved one who died, but also to God. You may ask, “Where is God in this? Underneath anger is pain, your pain. It is natural to feel deserted and abandoned, but we live in a society that fears anger. Anger is strength and it can be an anchor, giving temporary structure to the nothingness of loss. At first, grief feels like being lost at sea: no connection to anything. Then you get angry at someone, maybe a person who didn’t attend the funeral, maybe a person who isn’t around, maybe a person who is different now that your loved one has died. Suddenly you have a structure – - your anger toward them. The anger becomes a bridge over the open sea, a connection from you to them. It is something to hold onto; and a connection made from the strength of anger feels better than nothing. We usually know more about suppressing anger than feeling it. The anger is just another indication of the intensity of your love.
Bargaining 
Before a loss, it seems like you will do anything if only your loved one would be spared. “Please God, ” you bargain, “I will never be angry at my wife again if you’ll just let her live.” After a loss, bargaining may take the form of a temporary truce. “What if I devote the rest of my life to helping others. Then can I wake up and realize this has all been a bad dream?”We become lost in a maze of “If only…” or “What if…” statements. We want life returned to what is was; we want our loved one restored. We want to go back in time: find the tumor sooner, recognize the illness more quickly, stop the accident from happening…if only, if only, if only. Guilt is often bargaining’s companion. The “if onlys” cause us to find fault in ourselves and what we “think” we could have done differently. We may even bargain with the pain. We will do anything not to feel the pain of this loss. We remain in the past, trying to negotiate our way out of the hurt. People often think of the stages as lasting weeks or months. They forget that the stages are responses to feelings that can last for minutes or hours as we flip in and out of one and then another. We do not enter and leave each individual stage in a linear fashion. We may feel one, then another and back again to the first one.
Depression 
After bargaining, our attention moves squarely into the present. Empty feelings present themselves, and grief enters our lives on a deeper level, deeper than we ever imagined. This depressive stage feels as though it will last forever. It’s important to understand that this depression is not a sign of mental illness. It is the appropriate response to a great loss. We withdraw from life, left in a fog of intense sadness, wondering, perhaps, if there is any point in going on alone? Why go on at all? Depression after a loss is too often seen as unnatural: a state to be fixed, something to snap out of. The first question to ask yourself is whether or not the situation you’re in is actually depressing. The loss of a loved one is a very depressing situation, and depression is a normal and appropriate response. To not experience depression after a loved one dies would be unusual. When a loss fully settles in your soul, the realization that your loved one didn’t get better this time and is not coming back is understandably depressing. If grief is a process of healing, then depression is one of the many necessary steps along the way.
Acceptance
Acceptance is often confused with the notion of being “all right” or “OK” with what has happened. This is not the case. Most people don’t ever feel OK or all right about the loss of a loved one. This stage is about accepting the reality that our loved one is physically gone and recognizing that this new reality is the permanent reality. We will never like this reality or make it OK, but eventually we accept it. We learn to live with it. It is the new norm with which we must learn to live. We must try to live now in a world where our loved one is missing. In resisting this new norm, at first many people want to maintain life as it was before a loved one died. In time, through bits and pieces of acceptance, however, we see that we cannot maintain the past intact. It has been forever changed and we must readjust. We must learn to reorganize roles, re-assign them to others or take them on ourselves. Finding acceptance may be just having more good days than bad ones. As we begin to live again and enjoy our life, we often feel that in doing so, we are betraying our loved one. We can never replace what has been lost, but we can make new connections, new meaningful relationships, new inter-dependencies. Instead of denying our feelings, we listen to our needs; we move, we change, we grow, we evolve. We may start to reach out to others and become involved in their lives. We invest in our friendships and in our relationship with ourselves. We begin to live again, but we cannot do so until we have given grief its time. At times, people in grief will often report more stages. Just remember your grief is as unique as you are.
Source: http://grief.com/the-five-stages-of-grief/
     All these are necessary to the healing process. They state everything that I do not have anything to say anymore. :) I have to end this post in some way, though. Let me just say that for us to be able to live our life to the fullest, let us be content and live each day like it's going to be our last. We'll never know what may happen. Dream, pray, love, and live. Goodnight! :)

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Family.

There was a lady and a man who met in college. Fell in love. Got married and had five kids. The first kid they had, they named Roland Edward Dennis. Red for short. The second, Cara Raizza Elinor. Third, Rissa Erika. The fifth, Alexa Marie.

Their marriage was not perfect. There were mistresses involved... It got to the point that the lady couldn't take it anymore then wanted to file a divorce. The man begged for forgiveness and seemed sincere so the lady forgave him. But that did not stop there. The man continuously repeated the sins he made. The lady finally filed a divorce.

The lady remarried to a guy who was her nemesis in their office due to their difference in the people they support. Had kids, another two. The first was Mark Robert. The second was Ian Christofer. The guy treated the lady's first five kids like his own.

Now, they're living a happy family of nine.

The five kids, who were still young that time when their parents got divorced, were not yet  in the right mind to understand what was happening. I guess that was why they had some hidden anger in their hearts that will seem to be forever there. I think that explains the way they are now.

I was the fourth kid, Edie Aimee.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Blue Sky


*English Recitation Class homework. :)

Blue Sky
Aimee Octaviano


            Under the oh-so-famous fertility tree in the campus grounds of the University of the Philippines in Los Banos sat a stunning lady named Natasha Soledad. She was eighteen years old. She was an iskolar para bayan. She had a loving family. She had a good relationship with God and with her friends. She had everything a normal girl could ask for except for one--- a man to share the beauty of the world with.
            Sometimes she would just sit there under the tree for hours and hours, if not reading love stories, daydreaming. As a young girl she never really thought about having a partner but when she grew older and older, her yearning grew more and more. She had a boyfriend once when she was a freshman. He was handsome. He was her perfect dream guy. The tree was their sanctuary. She gave her all to him. It did not work out well, though. She was only hurt and left by him without him even saying goodbye. It affected her so bad that she stopped studying. Fortunately, she found her way back to her passion of studying after a year.
            Before, she was so eager to find love. She stopped. She stopped hoping, assuming, and expecting. She just waited. Sat there staring at the sky as clouds move and watching the dancing of the tree. She thought she would never love again. One day, she decided she would not return to that tree anymore to forget the horrible things that happened to her in the past. She finally realized that going there every day was just hurting herself. So she gathered courage and stood up. She saw a guy walking up to her. He said, “Hello”.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Victory's within us. :)

I won't be blogging about what victory like victory as in winning. I am just gonna share tonight what I have learned in my first attendance to Victory Los Banos.


What is Victory?


Google led me to its website and the description goes like this:






Victory exists to honor God and establish Christ-centered, Spirit-empowered, socially responsible churches and campus ministries in every nation. Or as we like to put it, we want to simply HONOR GOD and MAKE DISCIPLES.


Again, it was my first time attending Victory earlier. I wasn't culture-shocked because I've been to an organization that focus on our Creator, the Almighty God. It's called Youth For Christ (YFC) which is under CFC (Couples For Christ). I was the YFC president in our highschool. Sad to say, it didn't become active last year. The assigned Highschool Program Volunteer for our school didn't communicate with me and with my co-officers well... I do not blame him though. In fact, it's my self I blame for that. I should have done my best to keep the org active. I did try though, I did try conducting four meetings with the help of my co-officers. Still, we couldn't do it without someone guiding us. Because we, ourselves, knew within us that we weren't ready.


The topic today was about our identity--- our true identity, that is. The one who gave the talk was my group's leader, Ate Lianne. I enjoyed the talk, really. She was funny and she really made sure the listeners weren't bored so during her talk, she said some jokes. No one was bored, I am sure of that. :) When she was delivering the message already at the last part of the talk, I almost cried. I'm sensitive like that. She stated that we shouldn't let others define us, define what we are or who we are, therefore defining our identity, because only our Creator could do so because we are His masterpieces so let us just be us and not let people influence nor change us. Of all the new things I acquired, one statement of hers really struck me so hard. This was is:

Growing old is normal. Growing up is optional.


I surely did learn a lot today... Recently, I've been having these unfathomable thoughts and have been going through obstacles I never once thought I would go through. Attending Victory earlier, I think, was God's way of reviving me and making me realize that I am not alone in this. He was always there for me and He will always be. How could I have forgotten Him? From this day onward, I will show Him how much I truly love Him like how He loves me though I know I would not be able to top that. :)


Thanks for reading. :)


Goodnight!! :)

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Oh so random...

   I am still in shock that I passed the UPCAT even now that I've spent my 2nd week already here in the campus. Got my first college absent on Math 2 on Thursday. My class starts at 7am, I woke up at 8:40!! What a nice way to start college. Haha, kidding. The reason why I woke up late was 'cause the night before that, I broke up with my boyfriend. My super swollen eyes needed rest. The next day, my classes ended at 4pm then we talked, worked things out, and got back together. First college absent, eh? Not that I'm bragging about it 'cause I cried when I saw the time then. I was like, "OH SHOOT I'M LATE!!! OH NO, ABSENT NA PALA!" then tears ran down on my face. =)))


   Making friends wasn't that hard since I was one of the UPLB awardees awarded during every pre-college orientation. I was one of those with a "Face of the day" award. We were given a chance to compete with the other awardees by preparing a speech and delivering it on May 29. The ones chosen will be speakers on the first day of college. I passed the screening and spoke in PSLH-B, in front of I guess 200 people under IMSP. The speech turned out to be okay, I think. I made them laugh with my corny jokes so I think I did well. (?) Hahah. The awardees, all of us, performed during the Freshmen Convocation at Copeland Gym. Because of our presentation, tight friendship bonds were formed. We even have a Facebook group named "Family". I'm so grateful to have met them. 


   So what's lacking? My blood-related family... I miss them so much, every second of every hour of every day. :( I have their pictures posted on my wall beside my bed making me smile whenever I wake up and before I go to sleep. I thought this day would never come when I wouldn't be able to kiss them goodnight all the time 'cause I never expected passing the UPCAT. But I have to be strong and work hard for them. Especially for my mom who has always supported me all the way. I won't let her down. I cannot wait to see them later when I get home. 


   My roommate Angel whom I've known since 5th grade is still sleeping. I'm super hungry but I want to wait for her and eat together. :) Now that was random. Hahah. Now I'll talk about my classes. Chem 16.1 is so haaard. I hate graphing... I have to study well. No distractions, please! I enjoy SOSC, can't wait for Prof. Briones-O'Neill to start the lecture. I like Bio. Sir Esteves on Math 11 is super funny. Hahah. About English, lecture's a little bit difficult. Especially the note taking! Yesterday, I really had fun during Eng recit. (I'm not saying this because I know Sir JM would read this hahah) That feeling of achievement when you've always wanted to recite but when you have the guts to raise your hand, the teacher won't call you then he asks a something you know the answer to. Sir JM asked us who knows the line of Juliet in the balcony scene. No one else knew, so I took the chance to catch his attention. 

"O RomeoRomeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet."


   Oh, the butterflies I got! I was really happy then but didn't want to seem like it. I was one of the directors of our play Romeo and Juliet during junior year and, during our senior year, I played the role of Hamlet. Yes, I cross-dressed. :)
From left to right: Aimee Octaviano, Rizalyn Datuon,
Ellysa Dela Cruz, Ysabel Garcia
 
Yep, that's me alright. :) Awesome poster designed by Alexandra Ayers. :)



   Just felt like sharing. Hahah. I love Shakespeare's works. :) I'm kind of sleepy again... I guess I'll go rest for a bit now before we leave for Quezon City later. :) Byeee! :)