Thy will be done

I should've invited him to come over Karla's house for our feasib overnight. I should've invited him to go to church the next day. But then it all happened just when I least expect it. Really. The love stage is one tough arena and I can honestly say that I failed again. Yes, I love him since day one. But if love means to let go, then be it.

Oh well, this stinging pain engrossed me again – almost same time, same reason, same downfall. I don't know why August came to me as bad as before. But one thing is for sure, I was willing and I strove hard to change my treatment and attitude towards him. As far as a business student is concerned, I did not want to risk my heart for a midget possibility that everything will be restored to life. Although bearing that, I still took the risk. I did tried. I partly changed; but, efforts were taken for granted right from the start and instead of regaining his eagerness, I was reaping his even colder treatment.

I kept on telling myself not to be disappointed because for the last few days, I know did my share – even if he cannot appreciate it. It's like one step forward and two steps back because everything I do makes him mad and an increasing cold treatment is at stake. I do not fully understand; but all I can do is to understand the situation the way he wants me to. And that the only remedy is the painful space – hoping so much we could work it out through apart yet too much afraid if the feelings for each other wouldn't be there anymore after some time. To God be the glory. *Sigh*

Sometimes I wish I could tell him how I dearly love and missed him. To tell him that I am utmost willing to change – even if he was already so sick of that line. I wish I could text him but I was afraid if he won't reply and was even more afraid if eventually he'll tell me likes someone else...just like before. I'm scared of the heartache I could possibly get. I'm scared because I was not certain of his response. I'm not prepared enough for history to repeat itself. But what makes me survive up to this moment is my heart – not literally beating; but my heart with the existence of deep thoughts I never envisioned could be found. I realized not to force myself and settle with someone who cannot settle with me and cannot found happiness with me anymore.

I hope this space made him happy.

I love him since day one. But if love means to let go, then be it – just keeping the agony within me.

Ika-anim ng Agosto, ng taong kasalukuyan. Wala ng mas makabuluhan at hihigit pa sa araw na'to. Maliban sa masayang pamamasyal sa samu't-saring sites na hatid ng internet, sa malugod na pakikisama ng dysmenorrhea, sa naunang pagsuot ng sneakers bago ang skinny jeans, sa naiwang susi sa kabila ng isang naka-lock na pinto, sa 'di nakakapagod na apat na oras na paghihintay bago ang masigla at walang kayamot-yamot na Tax class, wow! Ang galing-galing! Ang saya-saya! Wala na'kong ibang mahihiling pa. Sarap mabuhay! Dahil dyan, nararapat sa'yo ang isang masigabong clap-clap.

Sa kabila ng lahat, isang malugod na 'thank you' para sa'king mahal, minamahal at mamahalin. Salamat sa tatlong mefenamic acid at Jollibee lunch treat. 'Di mo natatanong, laking tulong ng presensya mo sa napaka-masigasig na araw ko.

Pag-ibig. Pag-ibig. Pag-ibig.

Final Wave

One hundred fifty five days had passed. Seconds, hours, dragged my youthfulness but not the frame of my broken heart. Pain and frustrations had always been my companion all throughout those lifeless days. Although I started to live my life the way it should be, I could still, inevitably feel cold but hard whips every time I saw him. Whips that were even harder every moment I saw him blissfully chatting and the like with unfamiliar ladies.

That was just an ordinary day. Gossiping with friends, strolling along the pathway until our feet grew tired, stalking with our crushes – simply busy with nothings. That ordinary day turned unusual as a very familiar number flashed on the screen of my cellular phone. That instant broke my monotonous routine of reading-deleting messages. The word ‘chance’ that surfaced struck me intensely. I reread and reread with my whole soul, making sure that I was not in dreamland that very day. Just then, I came to my senses and concluded that that was real life. The next thing that happened was history.

All right, a circle of friends would laugh at me now. But I still love him – still loving him despite everything. I had no idea why or how, but I just do.

It’s been a while but yes, the feeling was still there. I don’t know when this carved feeling leave the corridors of my fragile heart. Or will it ever leave? I don’t know. Perhaps, I would rather raise the answer to the heavens.

Although I told him the exact opposite of what I truly felt, it didn’t rear much regrets (as expected). Countless reasons are behind that lie but I could only recount here those concrete ones. First, I promise to totally vanish in his life after that time. The wounds are still fresh and the pain is reawakened everytime. Second, I was thinking of what was beyond. I was dreaming of what might be over on the other side of the waves. Would it still be the same? Will love be lovelier the second time around? I bet not. I saw no restraint put upon that asked chance. At once, I wished to cling on to that; but no, the word didn’t promise me something new and wonderful. I saw no signs to believe on that sweet, sweet phrase. I wasn’t even given a reason to hang on. Third, although I love him this much, I thought it was now my time to save myself from further pain. Perhaps, I grew tired of getting my hopes up and then nothing will happen. From then on, never did I wish to suffer again and to wander on the wings of fantasy with high hopes of getting something on the high regions of the unknown. Fourth, those I-will-never-fall-in-love and enough-is-enough lines before will be thrown to dust. And finally, because I believe that I could still be at my best even without the person I wanted the most –this valiant heart, ready to sacrifice even my own happiness. Ridiculous, isn’t it? But believe me; that was for a good cause. I’m wishing him true happiness.

Sayonara!

Man of the Hour

He was rather tall with a body slightly bent forward. He has a fine, sharp nose and a slight curly hair which reminds me of one of my brilliant cousins who is now a licensed engineer, working abroad. His skin was so fair and his melancholic eyes are closer to that of the Westerners. His captivating smile matches every girl's fantasies, making me wanna wish his just mine.

It was a bright Monday morning– a good day to start the week right. That day was made even brighter just when I saw my Mr. Perfectly-Perfect eagerly posting his report in front. He started reading his assigned topic and glanced at his listening audience once in a while. He pronounced the words so well but I didn't mind listening at all since my attention was fixed on his amazing physique.

At the midst of his report, I was imagining weird things already– so weird that the time I shared it with one of my best pals, she just bursted out laughing and concluded that I was so childish. Hmmp! Anyhow, I don't have the plans to reveal here what I shared to her; perhaps because of some good reasons.

On the other hand, I don't wanna die a martyr because of my illusions. I decided not to give him meaningful glances anymore not because I don't like him; but because it is now time for my next class– maybe I can resume it the next time around. Haha :D

Worth the prize

It was a new day. Pink clouds were splashed into the wide, seemingly unending horizon. Its silver linings were made even brighter as Mr. Sun peeped through its edges. Cool morning breeze embraced me tightly reminding me of the approaching holiday season. Its unpredictable direction were revealed by the soft swaying of the coconut leaves.

I gathered my thoughts as I jumped onto our porch. There I saw the everlasting Mr. Sun, smiling brightly at us all. I smiled back at him as his heat were gently kissing my skin. I never love sunlight. Never in my life did I appreciated its existence. Its a funny thing how I loved watching those glittering beams of light as they dried the moist from those green leaves. Just then, I saw myself carving a smile on my face. I was thankful. I couldn't thank God enough for creating healthy days like this. It was during this day that I appreciated all of his lovely creatures. It was a brand, new day indeed.

My thoughts reeled back at him–wondering how he was. I started to flipped back the pages where we used to laugh together and both our hearts were beating as one. I could still recall how wonderful it is to be with someone you dearly love. I scanned a few pages and from there, flashed a memory of bitterness and heartaches. How I love to skip those pages; but I realized, like any other drama, life without hardships is tedious. It is through that hardships that I learned real-life lessons where books and the four corners of our classroom couldn't teach me.

I never regretted the day that we met nor did the day that we parted. Days with him were a blessing but days without him were even more precious and meaningful. The day he got away with me, I realized, there are a lot of people who would dare to talk with me and have a piece of my suffering despite of their heavy schedules.

I switched to another few pages and there I saw myself starting to pick up the pieces of what was broken. Some companions were pushing me up while some others were trying so hard to drag me down. It was at this moment where I finally came to my senses and summoned to myself that I will be less and less concerned of his well-being. Despite that, I never cursed a day because of him.

And then I found several blank, white pages. While looking at the pages left, I heard a faint voice from behind, incessantly telling me to go farther yet reminding me to shape my dreams without bursting other's goals. He told me that I have all the freedom to write anything in the remaining pages just as long as I am not spilling other's milk.

"Think vigorously before scribbling it to the last pages," He whispered. "And if it's worth it, a Nobel Prize is waiting for you out there," He added.

For the nth time

October 8, 2011 – 3:51am

Never had I imagined that by JUST reading through the lyrics of Goodbye by Iyaz, which Cherry had recently posted on my wall would make me weep again – weep for the nth time.

It's terrible how everytime memories of him crosses my mind, a tear or two would simply run through my cheeks, only then that I realized, I'm crying again – crying for the nth time.

Awful as it may sounds, but believe me, when I got to see familiar places, familiar foods, familiar acts, familiar shirts and scents, I would simply kneel, hold back and sought that I'm reminiscing again. Grasping and taking few glimpses again to that sweet, sweet past – recalling those seemingly unending times for the nth time.

Life is but unfair. How could that love fade so swiftly? Why do I miss him this badly? When in fact, at this very hour, he is fast asleep, with no other thoughts in mind but that system of him and maybe, just maybe, that girl he was blissfully talking about.

He's making it really, really hard for me. Texting him, seeing him around, hearing his voice and yells, seemed to drown me with so much pain – enveloping me with so much agony for the nth time. Though I salute myself how I happily approved and gave him advice with his lovelife-to-be, I was, for the nth time, fooling myself and pretending that I was fine.

The fact that I still miss him, did not hinder me to said those. I know what I feel. I know how to be matured now and this time, I know I was right when I uttered those words. Those seemingly jovial words for him; but appeared as a dagger to me, slowly slashing my already wounded heart, never ceases, until I expire.

STUPID! How I love to finally come to my senses now. When will that ever be?

Cute, Idle Post

Now I'm stuck here – staring blankly at the monitor. I couldn't think of anything to blog on. All I can manage to type in are merely imperfect thoughts from my imperfect mind.

Lately, I was preoccupied with so many stuffs to post on blogger.com. But all just faded to thin air and I just can't find a way to retrieve them all. Gosh!

Thus, I just would like to take this chance to feed all my cute abowman gadgets here. (i.e., kokak, ang BAO, groovy fish and my very cute hamster. Haha.) If they could just talk, they'll sure as hell complain about my being insentive of their presence. I'm pretty sure, they're all hungry now. So, I've got to feed them and make their tummies full. Haha :D

Nam-nam at Sans Rival

Sa kasagsagan ng bagyong Pedring at sa kalagitnaan ng sangkatutak na final exams namin sa mga major subjects, nakuha pa naming mag-unwind at mag-chibog sa isa sa mga prestihiyosong pastry shop sa lungsod ng Dumaguete – SANS RIVAL!

'Di inalintana ng humahalimuyak kong damit ang malamig na simoy ng hangin, patak ng ulan at malakas na kulog dala na rin ng nasabing bagyo. Bagkus, lugod kong tinamasa ang masayang sandali. (Haha, Ow-ey!)

Eto ang ilan sa mga pruweba:

Cute ko, noh? Grabeh! (Blog ko to! Bawal kumontra! Haha.)

Menu Book. Sosyal! Walang ganyan sa canteen! Haha.

Nababagot na'ko sa kaka-intay sa order ko. Tsk.tsk.

Kaya, picture muna. :)

Oh, di ba? Cute ko talaga! (Epal mo! Haha.)

Sa wakas, dumating na rin ang Special Hamburger ko. Haha.

Parang nasa bahay lang! Haha. Tapos na pala akong kumain n'yan. Sayang nga, eh. 'Di ko nakunan ng picture 'yung MGA inorder ko. Haha.

Sa lahat ng pics, ito 'yung the best! Sa korte pa lang ng mukha, kutis at iba pa, akung-ako na! Ako na talaga! Haha. Hindeh, friend ko 'yan. Kaya, GIVE CHANCE! Haha.

Kulang ng tatlo ang barkada. Ewan ko ba. Basta ang alam ko, 'yung isa, nakabinbin sa syota nya. Ewan ko na kung 'san napadpad 'yung dalawa.

Marahil eh, nagtataka ka sa misteryo ng pamagat kong "Nam-nam at Sans Rival." Well, ang salitang nam-nam ay pamana sa'kin ng isang taong, malikot kong pamangkin. Lahat ng salita nya ay puro isang pantig lang. At lahat ng pantig na 'yun ay puro repeated.

Example: Mam-mam. Na ang ibig sabihin ay, inum.

Nam-nam. Na ang ibig sabihin naman ay, kain.

Masayang pagbabasa! :)

Reality bites

I just had a nice talk with an old friend. We'll supposed to be together for almost three years now, but because of her current dilemma (I considered it her dilemma because I never wanted to happen it to her), the growing years that we're supposed to be blissful were cut short. The moment she told me her present situation, I was like, oh my! Was she just lying? Was what she said a way of catching my attention or whatever? But no! Tears welled up my eyes but I managed to hold it back. I really pity her. I wasn't and was never happy with her plight right now.

But I realized, no matter how kilometric my sympathy is for her, nothing will really change. And all I have to do is to accept the truth and well, pray for her and for her baby as well.

After a bit chatting with her, bunch of realization enlightened me. I couldn't thank her enough for such a great talk. I praise her for being so firm despite the kind of treatment she is getting with that creature. Through arrays of disappointments and frustrations she had been constantly receiving, I could still see within her eyes the beam of hope she had always asked for – the hope of changing that mammal.

I'll continue to pray for her. I hope her baby boy would not inherit his father's manners. I hope his father will realize how lucky he is to have my friend. I hope all these hopes will come true. :)

LAST to THIS Time :)

LAST TIME...

I was synthetic about my thoughts. I kept on pretending that I was strong; but behind all the uttered fierce words is a weak heart that silently cries in the corner.

I usually walked out and ran away when things aren't going my way – leaving it unsolved and as it is.

I used to count on the mistakes of other people and treating those as their trademark. I was not a perfectionist. I was merely inconsiderate.

I was up to what I can get. I don't care what other people would feel nor say about me, just as long as I get what I want.

I was heartless. I was rude. I was foolish. I was numb. I was just good to those people who are also good to me.

I normally stick to the present. I didn't mind what's heading after me.

I Love Yous, I Miss Yous, I Cherish Yous were the words I usually struggled for.

Last time... It was him.

THIS TIME...

I will be true. Not just with the way I feel but also to those people whom I know will always be there for me. There's no need for me to pretend. I will not be afraid to cry in front of the hostil critics. Being frustrated and in pain is hard but I realized, it's far harder when you just keep it to yourself. I'll be open to every happy opportunities that's waiting for me. Happiness will find me.

I'll strongly face my problems and I'll draw myself closer to God. He knows everything and I believe that He answers my prayers even before I ask for it.

I'll be more understanding. Considerations will now be a part of my tradition.

I will be looking forward to what I can give rather than focusing on what I can get. I will still not be a fan of creating a good corporate image; all I want to furnish right now is to be sincere. I'll bear in mind that everything you ask for will be yours; conversely, it is just a matter of time. Patience will be test this time and of course, the future depends on what I bring to it.

I will be sweeter. I'll be more loving, more caring and compassionate. I swear I'll be giving and more forgiving.

I'll keep an eye not just with what I have today; but more importantly, I'll be more cautious and concerned with what I will be in the years to come.

I Love Yous, I Miss Yous, I Cherish Yous and all of the other three-worded-sweet-phrases will be the words I'll be fighting for.

This time... It is still him :(

P.S. But I believe, someone's heart was meticulously sculptured by God to pair with mine. I'll wait for him no matter what.

GODSPEED!

Yawyaw 105

"Now I made it through the weather; BETTER days are gonna get BETTER."

I don't have to fool myself. There's no need for me to do it. Nine days to go, and it's already one month since we broke up; but it feels like it was just yesterday since we parted. It still pains me. Seems like pain and frustration has always been my companion.

I kept telling myself to open up my eyes and realize to love and value myself even more. FOCUS on the things that make me happy and make a new concept of genuine happiness. Happiness that is way better than those memories and laughters we once shared. I know, in God's time, everything will be fine. I will be fine. I don't have to question why God did this to me. Cge lang, I will still continue to pray. Pray for him and for me.

Just when I thought that I was done scraping all the tears I had, it was also then that I realized, all tears shed were still not enough. It was too late for me to realize how foolish I am. Too late for me since he's not there anymore.

I can't stop crying now. Big thanks to Cherry, Kuya Pierce and Rolyn Jane for the comfort and advices. To Japhet also, for teasing me a hundredfold.

Tears :(

MOVING ON

No more rooms for softness. No more rooms for pains and hard feelings. No more rooms for hopes and chances. No more rooms for tears. No more rooms for sympathies. No more wounds, only scars. It's a high time for me to move on and leave the past – sweet and bitter past behind.

I swear this will be the last time I'll be making a post about you. I swear I'll forget everything about you. I swear I cherished everything we've been through. I was wounded. I was hurt. I was left barely breathing. I was broken.

You're still a part of me. A part of my history. A part of my once wounded heart. I thank you for everything. For making me strong and for giving me the courage to go on with my life without you. It hurts. It was hard. Really hard. But I have to be strong because I know that there are perfect things waiting for me out there – things that are worth of who I am and what I am capable of doing. Perfect things that will still remain perfect despite of my insufficiencies.

Losing you was a great torment. But I have to move on. I need to move on. I have to fasten my seat belt and take the flight for a brighter tomorrow. Thank you for the pain.

Stand firm, be happy, grow, move on, practicality, for a better me.

Letter with ♥

To my future boyfriend:

What took you so long to finally found me? I've been waiting for you for the longest time and I've been stuck here, longing for you. How I wish you're here beside me, to comfort me and give warm to my ever tedious winter season. How I wish you're hear, ready to pick up the pieces of me. How I wish to hug you with all my might, making you feel how much I love you and how lucky I am to have you. How I wish to have you here with me soon. How I wish to have all these wishes come true.

Despite that, I'll be right here waiting for you. Just waiting for you. Only you. I swear I'll be waiting for you tirelessly. I swear I'll be sweeter and more caring. I'll be a good girl and I promise to take care of you better than you can. I will love you for the rest of my life and I promise you will only be my one and only.

We'll laugh through all our ups and we'll still stand through all our downs. We'll both raise our glasses up through all our victories and tragedies. We'll be happy and we'll make our relationship ever colorful and stronger each day.

I'll wait for you. I swear I will not do anything that'll break my vow. This I promise you.

Your future girlfriend,

Lycel :)

Yawyaw 104

A friend of mine once told me, "Kung makadamgo kang gi-kasal ka, meaning ana, hapit naka mamatay." (If you dreamt that you are wedded, your death is nearing)

"Gosh! May gane wala pako kadamgo ana," (Gosh! Good thing I wasn't able to dream that yet) she added with mere delight. She got this from her lesson Dream Interpretations in her Psychology class.

Poor Lycel was left hanging and guessing. "Was there a time I dreamt like that?" I smirked and added, "I hope not."

We continued walking while she was discussing things she learned from her Psychology teacher. Her teacher doesn't have a big mouth but she has a say on everything. She could talk "kilometrically" as what my friend described her. By all means, she could survive talking the whole day even without filling her tummy. She's extraordinary. At a first glance, you can't tell that she is pretty. But once her mouth started to talk, you will really envy her being eloquent and spontaneous.

"She's a nice teacher," she justified.

I believe in her. That sometimes, I regretted the day I alter my schedule during the enrollment. "That's what you get in fooling us," she taunted me. Monotonously, I feel like a rat cornered by a hungry cat everytime she dropped those mockery. Monotonously, I couldn't find any word to fight such mockery. Haha. Wawa naman ako.

To cut it short, I recently dreamt of riding a pedicab with two strangers. I can't really figure if that was really a dream or whatever.

Beside me was a lady wearing a gown. A wedding gown to be specific. In front of us was a man. I supposed, that was her groom. We were talking about superstitious beliefs before, during and after the wedding. I don't know them anyway.

As I was busy chatting with them, I realized, I was also wearing a wedding gown. The pedicab was running at a moderate speed. No matter how I turn my head, I just couldn't recognize the driver. I presumed, it was Jisphert. Haha.

I was teary eyed, the time I told him the story. He kept on saying that that was just a dream and it was not true. He told me that he had also dreamt that way, several times already. "Look at me now, I'm still alive," he bragged.

I believed in him. But something in my hypothalamus tells me that it was just his way of comforting me. It was indeed, a nice conversation. That was one of those few conversations I would dearly miss on the days to come. tsk.tsk. Haha.

Anyhow, I did not gave up in searching for the real meaning of that dream. I googled it and there I found that it symbolizes a new beginning or transition in a current life. This often refers to feelings of bitterness, sorrow or death. Alternatively, wedding dreams reflect issues about commitment and independence.

I shrugged my shoulders pragmatically and finally came up with a realization that it was true. A feeling of bitterness to myself. Feeling of sorrow to everything I recklessly used and wasted and the death of my heart.

It was time to pick up the pieces of my broken heart. Again. Someday, somewhere, i still believe that someone will still help me gather those parcels for me. My one true love. I'll wait for you. Please don't take it too long.

Almost there

For the longest time, I kept my mouth shut with all the pains I had deep within; I believe this is now the best time to unravel it all.

August 18, 2011 – that was supposed to be a happy day for us. Supposed to be. Yes. You read it right. That was supposed to be our ninth monthsary. But little did I know that that was the very day I commemorated the death of my heart.

I shed tears, of course. Who wouldn’t be sad? Now I realized, it’s not a matter of winning or losing when you’re in a relationship. Love, trust and understanding – that’s what really matter. The sad part, however, I just realized all those things the time he wasn’t there anymore.

EXHAUSTED. I reckoned he’s already worn-out with all my unfulfilled promises to him. Tired of waiting for me in the office while the merciless me is already home. Tired of understanding my childish attitude and behavior. Tired of waiting for my text while I’m busy texting my friends. Tired of waiting for my likes and comments on his FB account. Tired of following me when I walked out and ran away from him. Tired of saying sorry though it was not his fault. Tired of expecting that I will change for him. Tired of everything about me.

I was ruthless, heartless and foolish. I took him for granted because I thought he will always and forever be there. But no! That was just a thought. It’s even surprising how he stand through me for almost nine months. Poor Jisphert. I don’t deserve his love.

CHANGE. No matter what he says, I tried to change. Tried. Really. To the point that I grew tired of trying to change for him. But this is me. No one could really change me, but me alone. That if I am willing to do so. Not that I am not willing to do it; but, I just couldn’t find an enough reason and motivation to do it.

HATE. That’s what I am feeling now. And I don’t know when will be the time that I could finally alter it. I hate myself for being like this. I hate the way I wasted the love and care of someone whom, I think, every girl out there would dream of. I hate myself for losing someone who caress and love me more than I anticipated. I hate myself for dropping a relationship that was once close to perfection. I hate myself for losing him that way. I hate being a liar. I caused him so much pain and I hate it when I see him cry because of me. I hate everything about me. Dammit!

MOVING ON. How I wish to finally get there. But I know, there are so many things I need to exceed before going there. I love him. Still. That’s all I know for now. This was my decision and I have to stand firm with it. Where had all my toughness gone? It feels awkward when I’ll say it hurts. But yes, it is. It pains me more than the way he felt. I wonder what we are now if I did not spit those words. Hurtful words. Will it still be the same? I bet not.

Well anyway, he’s happy now. And all I have to do is to be happy for him too. I wanted to cry; but I ran out of tears now. ACCEPT. It’s the best thing I can do.

GODspeed!

August 18, 2011 – I was supposed to celebrate my 9th monthsary with him

One Million Signature Campaign for Peace

History embedded in my senses that Mindanao is relatively a place of conflict, war, struggle, hostility and a venue of clash from fierce to fierce individuals.

Since first grade, we were taught that people living in Luzon, in Visayas, as well as those people living in remote areas in both regions are called Filipinos; since of course, they are living in the Philippines. Regardless of their religion, they are still collectively called Filipinos. Not only that, our Muslim brothers in Mindanao are also part of the race despite of their Islamic religion.

Recently, a proposal was given by the authorities of Mindanao. A proposal who'll make them into a sub-state but still follows the rules and regulations by the president.

The root discussed by the panel was that it came from the
On the other ha

Genuine prosperity can only be achieved if there is a genuine unity among regions.

Proper negotiation and serious talks among

The only solution

I am now a true blue peace advocate. Am happy indeed for being part of the million signatures of million concerned citizens across the nation.

Peace out!

Pictorial sa TN :)

Okay. Bigyan natin ng respeto ang nalalapit na pag-diriwang ng Buwan ng Wika. Buhat dito'y, lasapin n'yo na naman mga ka-bloggers ang aking pag-Tatagalog.

Nung nakaraang Sabado'y ginanap ang aming photo shoot para sa taong 2011. Gayunpaman, lahat ng kampon ng publikasyon ay kusang nag-handa, nag-papogi't nag-paganda para sa kaabang-abang na pangyayari. Simula sa hepe hanggang sa mga busabos ng grupo, este... Mga bagong kasapi, eh... Kapuna-puna ang kanilang paghahanda upang mag-mukhang presentable sa harap ng camera.

Diyata't, ka-puripuri nga naman talaga ang resulta ng nasabing photo shoot. Kahit na kulang kami, okay lang. Kumpleto naman ang aming busog sa maala-pistang handa ng Mang Insal para sa'min. bleeeh!

Atat na atat. 'yan ang pinaka-maiging pang-uri para sa mga taong ito. (Kabilang na ako... siguro? haha)

Narito ang ilan sa mga bloopers bago, habang at pagkatapos ng pictorial.

– Hindi raw handa, nahihiya raw. Lantad na lantad naman kahit walang ibinugang kataga. Wala raw ma-isip na pose. Hindi raw mag-e-effort. Hindi nag-effort sa pananamit, hindi naman nag-hunos dili sa pag-pose. Haha.

– Atat na atat na gawing profile picture sa facebook account ang bago nilang litrato, at mag-paligsahan sa kung sino ang may pinakamaraming maipon na "likes". Kaya naman, ilan sa kanila ay nagmamadaling maka-akyat, maka-upo at maka-harap ang computer para tuluyang maka-facebook at ma-upload ang piktyurs.

– Kahit nasilayan na nila ang kinalabasan ng pictorial, maka-ilang beses pa rin nila itong minasmadan. Tama ba? Ewan ko nga ba't baket sila ganyan?

Marami na akong nasatsat. Hanggang sa muling pagba-blog. Ingat!

Masayang pagbabasa! :)

:)

As all of us were busy fighting to survive Mid-term exams and fighting to achieve good grades, it is undeniably inevitable to copy or let others copy answers if you are blessed with such a photographic memory.

A while ago, I took my OS exam. (Gosh! It was that of a hell like one.) I read the first question, the next question and proceeded to the next page. Oh men! Where had all my answers got? What kind of pointers did Dr. Ochotorena gave us?

"The test is very easy," she said. (At may gana pa syang sabihin 'yun! Huhu) Instead of feeling helpless, I turned away and luckily find the halfway answered-testpaper of my seatmate. Hah! Mahal talaga ako ng Diyos. Weee! Sa oras ng kagipitan, si seatmate ang aking maaasahan. Hihi

All of a sudden, Dr. Ochotorena started to play worship songs from her phone. To name few of them were The Prayer, God will make a way and Give Chance. Haha! I started to have goose bumps, feeling ashamed of how I acted. At first I thought, it was just me who felt that way. Not until a brave classmate of mine confided her that he was afraid to copy because of those music. I realized, I was not the only one.

"What's your problem, Jay Aries?" said Dr. Ochoterana.

"None, Ma'am. It's just that, I am now afraid to cheat because of that music of yours," he replied.

Shortly after renouncing those words, we all bursted out laughing. Not a few were filled with conscience now.

"That's exactly my point," she said with jest.

After minutes of brainstorming (Wehhh? Haha.), I finally passed my testpaper. I was relieved and finally caught a wholesome breath. Not that I wasn't able to catch a nice one in the past days; but, it just feels so good when you're finally in a worry-free atmosphere.

Cheers to Ma'am Dean. Though my afternoon was quite bad, she made it bubbly. Thanks to her. :)

Through it all

Praise the Lord!

Yes! Now I'm finally done with my Mid-term exams in all my major subjects. I was relieved, of course, especially that the results matched all my sleepless nights (I burnt countless midnight candles; tyring so hard, murmurizing every word of it).

Upon receiving the test paper, I hastily anwered with all my might. I admit it, I'm not really fond of memorizing words, formulas are exceptions, maybe. Hehe. Though I'm infected with the forget-the-keyword-forget-it-all syndrome, I was still thankful that it didn't consume all my brains. I was still able to answer it.

On the other hand, there were unanswered numbers forcing me to take a turn and view the beautiful answers of my seatmate. Haha. I survived my exams because of my persistency in memorizing and of course, kicking the chair of my seatmate a hundredfold. I believe it was not a sin when you copy answers just as long as the other party is willing to let you do so. Right?

Sorry TN for the absent I incurred. Now I'm back to the real world.

Cheers! :)