The thing there is, for the first time, I've known that ice cream refill is possible! Or we just had the charms, haha! Here's Meawyn operating the ice cream machine refilling her cone. Only she and Ng Ramilene had the refill because we all had eaten our cones, awww....
Along the way, we've seen sand arts and we'd like to capture them on camera. At first we thought we really have to pay something, but then we only have to donate so there we go.
At d*mall, we found these guys. Some foreigner had just taken a picture with them and we want to have a picture with them as well. The thing is, their donation box says: No coins please. Nevertheless, for fifty pesos (P20.00 was mine), we had this pic:
I wonder if maka-raket man ko like the girl. Imagine the P20.00 per pic taken, haha!
This was the dead end of d*mall (or just the last spot we've reached):
After the malling, walkathon, etc., we proceeded to the hut, our tambayan where we spend our time 'til about 2 am before going to sleep during our stay. It's our time and place for practice... posing for the camera in between.
Suptopic 3: Cultural Presentation
Would you believe I agreed to host the program? Oh well, let's not talk about it, I did bad. Period.
The winner! The big 3 of Region 8 performing a folkdance in their place.
2nd Place: Sinulog of Cebu, ever ready and well-choreographed
And us! Masskara and Dinagyang, 3rd place, haha! After our hardwork practicing wee hours in the morning... But it was fun, really...
Korean as a second language???
Tsk, tsk... Korean invasion indeed.
Topic 2: My Superhero Decision
I still went to Boracay.
When I came back, I went to see Maam G about the letter. I wouldn't go on with the conversation, the point is, I was relieved my letter's approved. It's a sign the cap's for me...
Topic 3: The Lesson
Okay, here goes the lesson. Drama comes along with this but I'll minimize.
Lesson of the Day: Quality can sometimes be self-degrading.
Let's say I have a very expensive, very beautiful branded shirt. Of course, I would be very proud, I would brag about it. But then, the problem is, this shirt is extraordinary and I'm ordinary. Well, I can be extraordinary but not in the way the shirt made me feel. Somehow, I had to be extraodinary just to suit my shirt, when in fact, I feel awkward being extraordinary that way.
Okay, I was proud of SHE, I was proud of excellence, I was proud of the white uniform. But sometimes, I just can't help feeling like the dust in a large well-lit room. Maybe if I was in a different situation, I can be the best where I am most definitely comfortable and happy. Maybe if I was a sand in the beaches of Boracay, I was seen as marvelous and breathtaking.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO HAVE THE BEST TO BE THE BEST
Maybe all it takes is to find something you love which makes you happy.