São Paulo 2010 Festival Day 0 (Pilot)

JAN 11 10:15 PM
(sorry for the weird spacing going on here)

Today we arrived in SP Congonhas, around 9:30 am, I think. We had to wake up at 3 am, to get to the flight that would departure around five minutes to 5 am. 

I tried to sleep in the plane, but I couldn't really get myself comfortable, plus my dad for sometime seemed to want to chit chat and... I couldn't exactly ignore him! 

So we arrive at the airport in SP, only get out of there what seems to be 2 hours later, and when we finally get the rented car and start driving, it seems like the city is out to get us, not letting us find our way out easily. Let's just say it was a pain to find our way out of the city to the countryside town in which the festival would happen. I swear, we took so many wrong turns, and when we finally got on the right track, the streets managed to send us somewhere else. Plus U- turns were almost inexistant! (speaking of swearing, my dad swore like crazy while driving, because his patiance was running that thin!)

Suming it up, it took a couple hours until we got to our destination. And even then we couldn't rest because we still needed to see Gurudeva-- which btw I haven't seen in years.

So we go to this relatively big but quaint-ish hotel where the festival will be held, assuming that Gurudeva would be staying there as well, but it turned out that he was residing in one devotee's house. So we eventually find out who it is, and my dad seems to know him and he  says that he can show us the way there, that we would only have  to wait a bit so he could resolve some things. What I thought would be a little bit turned into I think an hour or two-- which was OK since I also was able to get some skirts and tilak we/I needed... And I chanted one round. 

Once we arrive at where Gurudeva's staying, I almost thought we weren't going to be able to see him, since it was late afternoon and some were saying he had gone to rest. To be completely honest, I was glad for the possibility because I was feeling really nervous. But I was rushed in with my dad, up a very small set of stairs, and there he was. He was with some others. He hadn't seen me, so I just followed suit when I saw my father on the floor paying obeisancies(?). After a quick exchange of words with my dad, Gurudeva came to look at me once I came closer and had standed up. (I did not have the courage to touch his feet.) I was so lost for words, overwhelmed by my emotions, on the verge of crying. I felt so ashamed and embarrassed, perphaps for not saying anything and letting my dad talk for me... I only know that all I managed to do was nod my head once or twice and attempt a smile as I was fixed to Gurudeva's intense look.

Anyway, I don't want to analyze it much more than I already have. Today was a tiresome day, full of excitement and anxiety-- and tomorrow is a new one-- the official day when the festival starts. I'll be going to the evening program tomorrow. 

It's late and I'm sorry if I haven't told the rest till the point where we get back to the hotel room in the evening, which btw, is one of those stay-in-for- the-night kind of hotel that can be found in reststops (in my case in a gas station. I'm now under the sheets, typing away on my iPhone while I hear my dad snoring. 

I need a good night's rest, so I better stop now. I hope to be able to write about tomorrow too. Until then-- good night!

[I may edit this later.]

New posts

Since I don't have much to talk about-- or at least anything I find interesting about my life, I'm going to dedicate some future posts about one of my hobbies. That means lots of eye-candy and review attempts at anime and manga series I've come to love. For now I'll start with the ones I've already completed, so I can better recommend, I suppose. But I'm going to try and not give away too many details. ;d

I'll be editing this post later. Until then!

Bubble

I've been living in a bubble for the past week or two ever since I came back from traveling during the holidays. I mean, in a way I already have the tendancy to live in my own bubble already, but mostly in my mind. Now it feels really real since I haven't contacted any friends now that I'm back home-- in other words it's like I don't exist right now-- I'm merely floating around.

2010; I have to get use to saying that.
I'm trying to get rid of a cold I got from my dad-- see, that's what tends to happen when you take care of a sick person; you're bound to get it too! Not to say I wasn't super cautious... I'm that type of person that is close to fanatic about washing hands and things related, but I guess it wasn't enough! I probably was staying too many times in my dad's room, trying to keep him company.

I gotta go to bed. I feel like sleeping even though I slept for nearly 2 hours this afternoon as a "nap"!
See u later!

pity speech

It almost seems as if the amount of posts I've had this year is a reflection of how much I fulfilled this year-- or rather, how much I felt fulfilled. In other words, most of this year was school. You know, just school. Pretty much school. When I had a break, I took it as a time to watch TV or play games.

That's also fun, but for some reason, it makes me feel ashamed of myself to see how little I took time to express my emotions this year in either of my blogs. Trust me, I had a good share of emotions this year.

I know there's no real point on getting hard on myself, after all, it's just a hobby, but I do feel a little disappointed. I use to feel such a thrill writing and slowly I'm getting back to it-- I'm going back to it, I hope. I felt like as if I was shedding some skin, taking off a load, or releasing myself of something. I hope that I can be consistent and not let college trample me as well.

I know it's just a matter of wanting it enough-- but my will, even if there is desire, is normally so weak. I've learnt that this year. And I just feel like venting this out. Yes, sometimes I need a pity speech in order to get myself moving.

I've made pancakes!

Yes, pancakes! I dreamed of making them someday-- on my own. It's been years since I've had them. I remember when I was a kid I'd be at a friend's house and his dad would make pancakes. *-*

The insides came out a little mushy, though. I guess I should have been more patient and let them on the frying pan a little longer. I honestly don't remember how they're supposed to be, other than fluffy, maybe? For the first try they were okay, I guess. I only wish I has whip-cream-- that would have completed it!

Today I got my final report card and I passed! I had never been so nervous to get my grades-- I was even scared to open the envelope and see, so one of the staff opened it for me. I'm going to miss school, especially this particular school. Even though it's considered one of the more tough and disciplined ones, I dunno why-- I really liked it. The teachers, the people, the staff. Everything. I complained a ton this year, but all in all, I still love the school. On my way there I also got to see Marina, a friend from last year which I barely got to see this year, 'cause she continued to study in the afternoon and not in the morning like me. I haven't even mentioned to her that I'm going to go to Florida soon. x_x I feel a little guilty about that.

I'm glad I passed "straight through", despite it not being with flying colors-- but I'm sorta stumped that I don't have summer school-- 'cause it was going to be the excuse to see my other classmates. Not to say I can't go stop by the school still, since those who are going through to the 2nd level of the university/college entrance exam are still going to class. But I'm almost positive someone's gonna have to push me in order to go there.

I'm overall happy about today. Did I mention that while my dad has been away I've been watching a lot of TV? Yeah, a lot! Shameful me. ¬o¬ I can't help it, it's fun as "company".