Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Part two... To "Kambal"

September 23.

The second "event" why I consider this day special.

It's my best friend's birthday.

She who had been my greatest source of comfort for the past 3 years. She who had changed my life, literally. She whom I consider as the person who has the most influence over me. She whom I won't regret dying for. (overstatement? hmmm. dont think so).

I have shared my side of the "tale" with her in a couple of my previous post. It's all about admiration, inspiration, and filial love. After all, I consider her as the ideal person to be with for the rest of my life. (though I never wanted to be in a romantic relationship with her, she's my Twin after all).


I miss her so badly. I wish we could be like before.

(Say it in the air, Macoy. )

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Anyways, as what I've always said/written, I'll always be thankful for having you as my friend, my best friend, sister, my Twin. Nobody can ever replace that spot you left.

Thank you, Kambal...

The Poem/Song I have written way back 3 years in a third year subject. I really intended this for you to hear. I wanted you to listen to the melody cause I was only able to share the lyrics. This goes to the to the tune of "Ohayou" (Good Morning), the soundtrack of the anime Hunter X.

My first gift on the first birthday after I met you again...

Hindi ko hiniling na dumating ka
Pero ngayon kasama na kita
Naghihirap kong puso'y binigyan mo ng pag-asa
Kaya naman ngayon wala nang mahihiling pa

Pinadama mo sa akin na ako'y mahalaga
Sinamahan mo sa lungkot, pati na sa saya
Pinaunawa mo sa akin halaga ng aking buhay
Narito ako ngayon sa 'yoy nag-aalay

Hawakan mo ang aking kamay
Sabay tayong maglalakbay
Nais kong mahalin ka
Nais kong maging kaibigan ka
Dito ka lang sa 'king tabi
At di ka na matatakot
Sabay nating kakamtin
Lahat ng mga pangarap natin...


Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Wooaaahhh

Aheeemmm...

Naubusan ako ng sasabihin ahh..

Next post ko for September 23, on the same date na lang.

Baka di na kayanin ng powers ko eh. Tsk Tsk.

Memories... Argh!

"Special" day.. tomorrow.. A tribute for two persons.. First Part. For Tatay.

September 23. Tomorrow.

I have two "events" to remember at this date.

For Tatay...

First was of a tragic event. Yes. It's been half a year since my father passed away. I'm still not used to it, I mean, I haven't fully recovered from the wound that it gave me. I am still on the process of "moving on", but not to the full extent yet. Well, of course I'll never forget it. But a least, I can take that thought out of my mind for quarter of a second.

I'd been thinking of writing something about my relationship with my "Tatay". How I want to make a tribute for him, even in one of my writings. But time and time again, I can't make up my ideas and emotions at the same time. Too many memories are flying inside my head, yet, I can't describe them in a single word. Maybe this is how it goes when you're writing/talking about someone who has a great influence to you.

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I hate to admit it but my relationship with my Tatay is not that healthy. When it comes to him, I am becoming a black sheep, a rebellious son who would always want to argue instead of listen. I insist of my own ideas, always wanting to choose MY decisions over his suggestions. I thought of myself to be capable enough to follow what I want. I am hard-headed. I don't listen to him, easily irritated of him, and almost everything. I haven't shown him the respect due to a father. I am evil. Yes I am.
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I never had the chance to say I'm sorry for being a foolish son. I never even granted his last requests (because I thought that those were not the "lasts" and I'm just stupid for not listening to him).

I was there at the night before "it" happened. I was busy chatting (phone) with some friends. I can't forget that time span. From 12 o'clock midnight until the next 10 hours. My father complained of a terrible headache. I was just by his side, my mother on the other. My mother uttered soothing words, while i stay there doing nothing. With my mother's request, I went to the nurse station to ask for assistance. My father (I noticed) was quite out of himself already. He's like a child. He's starving. The doctors advised not to feed him anything, and so we refrain from doing so even he's dying to ask for food. We can only give him some drops of water (when we wipe his lips with wet cotton), which he sips as possibly as he can. He complained of the dextrose to run off so slowly. He's already delirious, which I haven't noticed until then.

Around 1:00 am, I'm already sleepy. Then, his first of the two "lasts" requests. He wants me to sleep by his side. Too stubborn of me, I refused to and instead, I just slept in the chair with my head leaning towards his feet. Though uncomfortable, that's the way I wanted to sleep so I'll be awake anytime something comes up. I also thought that it would look shameful If I will sleep by his side cause the bed is so small. I never really fell asleep, I'm half awake all the time. Instead, it's my mother who slept by him. They talked the whole night, I'm just not sure of everything they talked about. Apparently, those were about us, his family, his children.

Hours ago, we were full of ourselves because my cousins (the closest to tatay) visited him. We're laughing out loud, my father was joking back then. No signs of weakness, he even seated just to enjoy the moment. I believed that we will pass through this, seeing how my father moves. He's so active, oftentimes he tried to stand and walk alone. He doesn't want to be assisted. Maybe that's the heart of a soldier for you. I assured myself that he will immediately recover from this attack, cause the first attack that he had (mild stroke) was much graver than what I've seen.
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I was fully awake. My parents were both sleeping. I waited for them to wake up, went back to the nurse station for another dextrose. Waking up, still my father complained of hunger.
Again, we've let him sip through the cotton ball, and that's all. He's been talking out of his sense ( i thought so). Then, his second request. He wanted to borrow my slippers and invited me for a stroll at the grounds. Knowing his condition, I refused, saying that he's not that healthy enough to go and walk outside. That's the only moment I have seen "My Father". He's doing what a father should do for his son. He wants me to enjoy the moment with him, cause we really had a few moments together (countless actually, but I can't remember all those.) Our last chance to walk together was gone.

Hours passed. My mother and I took our breakfast. He turned his back on us, knowing that he will be tempted by the food we eat. Sunlight's entering the room. Yeah, it's daytime. At around 9;00am, the doctor's had a round visit of the patients (It's Monday). My mother asked me to go out of the room for a while because the doctors are coming. I walked and seated near the stairs heading to the ground floor, quite a short walk away from the ward. With my earphones plugged in ears, I enjoyed chatting once more. A few minutes later, the relative of the patient next to my father fetched me, saying that my father had an attack and that my father was looking for me.
... ... ...
I was speechless, cold running through my veins. Half running my way back to the room, the doctors surrounding my unconscious father, that green cloth serving as the division to the other patients and all those apparatus around, I've seen my mother already crying at one side. I went near my father first, held on to his feet, seeing the doctors trying to bring back air to his lungs. I was helpless, with my eyes fixed to him and my feet leading to my mother, I embraced her...

Remembering that scene kills me...

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I lead my mother outside the room. We can't see this happening. It hurts like hell. I tried to soothe her but to no avail. I tried not to cry cause I want her to see that I'm strong. For her to be strong as well. But deep inside, I'm already crying out loud. I tried not to show it, to bring back hope. To believe that we will pass through this. To see him smiling again...

The worst scene of my life so far.. Seeing him in that deathbed. Being covered by the blanket as if he was nothing. Tying his arms so as not to get loose.

I gave up. The first and the last time I gave him a tight hug... while crying.. holding my school rosary.. was a few minutes late...

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Even worse, the night when his remains were brought to our home and the day before our "final" goodbye killed me. With all the people looking at us, as his body was entered in our home, and all our relatives crying, I guess nothing could be more painful than that scene. Hours before the burial, the one of the few moments when my sister mother and I had a private talk since that happened, all the emotions poured. That is the only time that we've been so together as one. Patting their backs while crying, we are about to say "farewell" to Tatay.

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Now, I've just realized all the caring he had given me, those that are known and unknown to me. How he always check me while I'm sleeping (or half asleep) and cover me with my blanket, how he shed a tear during our college graduation ceremony, and how he cried once more when I was about to leave our home to work and stay in a far place away, knowing that we will not be together everyday. He cared for me so much as his son. I cared for him less for a father. I really am evil.
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- I wish you could see me now. I want to show you what I have been. You are one of the reasons why I am here.
-I want to say sorry for all the trouble I brought you. Sorry for not being a good son. Sorry for disobeying you. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
-I want to thank you for everything you have done for me. Thank you for being my father. I thank God for being your son.
-Can you see me now?
-Watch me, Tatay.

--- I'll be alright, I'll be okay. I will be good learning all the way. All from the heart. These things I do. I'll make you proud because I love you. I'll be alright, I'll be okay. I will be fine and I'll be good all the way. All from the heart. These things I do. I'll make you proud because I do. I love you so...---

Friday, September 18, 2009

Break ulet!

WaaaahHH!!!

Andami ko ng missed posts ah.. That's fine anyways..

Long weekend! Yahoo! Kaya lang not for me kase mahirap lang ako at papasok ako sa holiday.

At least makakapagrest na naman ako..

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Updates!!!

She's Back!!!!

Thank god bumalik sya, I mean nagparamdam. Ahaha.. Di nya lang alam kung gaano ko sya namiss.

I owe her half of my life. I can't simply forget her, No, I'll never forget her.

Isang simpleng "musta" lang mula sa kanya ang kelangan ko para mabuhay muli. Ganon sya kahalaga sa 'ken. Haayyy..

I wish we can be just like the old days, but now that is close to impossibility.

Sobrang na-miss kita..

Kambal...

Friday, September 11, 2009

Break at last!!!

What a week! Hay!!!!

Time to relax, for two days at least;)

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Operation Evacuate!

Here we go again!!!

Maglilipat na naman ng bahay ang mokong na 'to.. haisssst!!!

Kung mayaman lang sana ako eh di sana bibili na lang ako ng bahay dito sa syudad. Eh kaso tagabukid lang ako. Gubat lang meron sa amen. "Sighs"...............

Nakalimutan ko magpost kahapon. Ganda pa naman sana ng date.

"9-9-9"

Ayos lang, wala naman akong mahalagang ishe-share.

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Ngayon ba me me kwenta ba akong ipopost? I don't think so. Ang masasabi ko lang:

Kakaloko pala ang mga quiz sa facebook!! Wahahaah!

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

One More! Isa pang Chickenjoy!

Sulitin na naten...

Medyo masaya ang baliw ngayon eh. Ansaya saya no. Kahit medyo disappointed tayo sa pabago bagong isip ng babeng may nunal sa mukha at kinailangan pang pumasok sa trabaho kahapon, me mga dahilan pa din naman para magsaya.

Yahoo!!!!

And i'm in love again
doo doo doo doo doo doo
No reason to pretend
I'm still down again

And i'm in love again
doo doo doo doo doo doo
while looking for a friend
i lost my heart to you


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Now Playing: And i'm in love again by Sarah G;)

I'm Back!!!!

Wooooahhh!!

Nag-absent ako ng three days sa pagpopost ah..

Kasi naman, weekend eh. No FREE internet access.

Pagbalik ko pa ng monday tambak pa trabaho ko.

Well, at least, record breaking yun. For the first time, umabot ng 100+ mails ang ipa-process ko.

Nagkabacklog tuloy ako.

Sarap talaga magpa-alipin (Pag-uuyam);p

Pero dahil nakabalik na ako sa pagpopost, it implies na buhay datu na naman ang mokong na 'to.
At least, an hour was left for me to enjoy;)

Time to browse!

Friday, September 4, 2009

A Fine Day I guess

This is what you call work....

WEBMAIL DOWN!!!!

yahooooO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yung 6 hours na internet time ko naging 8;p

sana ganto palagi!!



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Ganda ng One Piece! The Best!

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

for the sake of daily posting..

Teka, wala naman akong sinabing kelangan ng daily post dito ah..

edit ko na lang later. hehe

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Work work work!!!

WEEEhhh!!!!!

Last minute post for the day!!!


Woah! Madadagdagan workload ko pero temporary lang.

Ayos!

Kaso bawas ang post ko nito, hehe.

Ok lang, at least me magawa naman akong matino dito, di yung nag-nenet lang, nagbabasa ng manga, at nagpopost sa blog tulad nito:0

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Now Playing: May Bukas Pa (Santino!!!!)

Another Crossroad (Posted July 14 '09)

“at a certain point in our lives we lose control of what is happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. - that’s the world’s greatest lie” - the alchemist
yes, this may be a lie, but sometimes some lies are true.
what have i said?
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life is indeed full of crossroads, a maze. There’s no one easy path. There might be one, but lucky are those who easily find their way.
yet another crossroad. another moment of confusion. this time there ain’t someone i can rely on (that’s what i think). I’ve never felt much lonelier than today. Maybe because I don’t have the people who used to be my greatest sources of comfort.
It’s so dark in here again. The light is barely visible.
I’m not making sense, right? Oh, who cares.

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Last post sa FS Blog ko.

Nagsisimula na talagang lumabo ang paningin ko, ang panulat ko, ang mga pananaw ko.

Aheemmmm...

Sana me makasalubong ako mamaya, yung mag-aalok sa akin ng eyedrops.

Life is a ____________- (Posted Apr 15 '09)

i once said that “my best writings are those when i am feeling intense emotions”.
writings…
not anymore… not for now.
this is what i hate the most. this topic.
death.
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wish i could be my old self. so i can write “my way”. not in times like this.
as always.. i hope that the last month of my life was just a dream..
a dream.. that will never happen again.

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Dito na nagsimula ang mga mini-post ko.
Yung tipong ilang sentence lang.
Wala na kasi akong masabi.
Naubusan na ko.

Quite Ironic. Pinost ko pala to nung Birthday ko, debut pa.

nagbday pala ako. Di ko na maalala.

I had this one after a very tragic event, eto na siguro yung pinakamatinding unos na dumating sa'ken, sa pamilya ko.

Tatay, bantayan ninyo kami palagi ha?

love..love..love (Posted Feb 15, '09)

just a few seconds ago, this idea just sparked up my mind…
i admit i dont have the right to post something like this… about the thing called love. because i think i still dont understand the concept…
well, at least i have an abstract..
i dont want to assume anything.. but i’ll say regrets are always at the end.
i wish i had what it takes to love you, to care for you like no other, just like the way i tried to do before.
i know you already have someone who cares for you better than me. you love him, right?
how many times have i fooled myself, pretending that i dont love you? that i cant love you and must not love you because i dont deserve your love.
you are the heaven. i am the earth.
i wish i can return to my past.
i wish i should have told you how i really feel. sincerely…
i wish i should have loved you more.
and i wish you could love me too.
but it seems that’s it is all over.
I thought you were just a dream, a dream that will never ever come true.
I wished, (not wished), i wanted to live in that dream, if that’s the only way i can be with you for the rest of life.
i will always be patient with you, listen to your stories and songs, watch you smile and cry.
i want to be there .. in your best and worst moments. i want to be with you forever.
If you are just a dream, i dont wanna wake up anymore.
If not, then, i’ll be the best man that i can be, so when we meet again, there’s something i can be proud of, something i can show you, something that could give me even just the slightest chance for me to deserve your love.
You will always be my special friend. Nobody can ever replace that.
You may not believe me anymore, after everything i have told you before.
After i told everyone that i dont love you anymore.
Well, that i consider as my greatest lie.
I still love you, and always will be…
You are my dream, my reality.
Words… words.. words.. these are all i can tell you. for now..
I hope our story has not ended yet, unlike what i told you before.
I want to continue that manuscript, with a twist.
Am I too late?

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eto ang isa sa mga pinaka chhhhhheeeeeeeeesssssssssssyyyyyyyy kong nagawa;p

on-the-spot essay writing contest yan. hehe..

from my brain cells to the keyboard.

presto!

Me article na ako tungkol sa KabAliwAn!

Post valentine special ko pala 'to.hahA!

Nagawa ko 'to kase masyado akong assuming!!!

A sunshine in the storm ... about a girl i have cared for like no other,, before (Posted Nov 3 '08)

I thought I will never see her again. Good thing she returned somehow, and accepted me as a long lost friend. Thanks!

It’s really nice to be with her again though it’s just for a couple of hours. I haven’t seen her for more than a year, and thought I never will. She’s almost the same as before, but I know a lot had been changed with her. She’s much better now, much stronger. I guess that’s what happens when you’re with the ones whom you’re the happiest with. And I guess, she doesn’t need much “guidance” from someone who used to assume such role, coz’ she’s perfectly fine with the love she have now. I should be happy for her. Well, I do. (and now, at least, I’m somehow freed from the bond (i dont like it either, anyways, she’ll always have that special place in my heart) I made with myself to guide this person along the way since the one who should do it is taking over the job right now, well, just make sure that the job is done or else, see the best and the worst of me.)
She used to be the one whom I’m always thinking of – thinking of how to care, to make her happy, to free from all her pain. She used to be the girl in my dream, a dream that would never come true. Now, she still has a part in that dream, coz she’s one of the few people who have changed me into who I am right now. I owe her half of the courage in my heart.

It’s good to be back in that special place. The last time I was there (before this year) was on my birthday a year ago. I really missed that place. I missed everyone there, her family, their pets (hmmm… not the other one, i’m quite afraid of big dogs) and of course, her. It feels like home there, it’s just like I’m a family friend. I’m really grateful that I’ve been there. I’m thankful I’ve seen her again. It somehow lessened the suffering I have. Suffering, in the sense that I don’t want to be in the situation (specifically, the job) I have right now, and also, in longing for a friend who has the greatest influence over me. At least, I had a few hours of revived inspiration to survive this test.

A rainbow after the rain.
After a great day comes the darkest of the nights.
At the end of the day, I’m alone once more.
And again, I’m feeling the pain for missing someone so badly.
Are all the good things meant to last for just a few moments?

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Hmmmm....

Tungkol naman 'to sa isa pang babae (oy di ako babaero ha. hehe. ) na naging close saken (close pa rin ba tayo?)

hmmmm....

sya na minsan eh naging bahagi ng aking panaginip...

Panaginip.

A Secret (Much more of an inspired article) Posted Nov 3, '08

Here’s a bit of secret about me. I am easily attracted with simple yet witty-looking ladies, especially those who wear eyeglasses. I can’t help but admire them. It’s natural for men to notice good-looking women, but for me, the intellectual outshines them all.

A reason for this “instinct” is my special admiration for my best friend. She’s a very intelligent lady; in fact, she finished her college years at the University of the Philippines Los Banos. We first met way back 9 years when we joined the RSPC at Sta. Cruz, Laguna. A week later, we participated on the District Science Camp and Fair. Those were just the two incidences that I met and had a short talk with her. I remembered her since then because I really wanted to be her friend. Even children have their own “crushes”, and for me, that would be her. She’s fun to be with, has an angelic voice, and of course, witty – some of the characteristics why I admired her.

I have waited for another seven years before we met again. Thanks to the new technology! I found her account in Friendster, and got her mobile number. I’m very grateful because she welcomed me as a long lost friend. And there starts this wonderful friendship. My admiration for her was still there, but this time, it was friendship that I’m really after for. I considered those days as the “golden age” of my cell phone. We are texting each other from time to time. We know what is happening to the other for almost every minute of our lives. It is like being in a romantic relationship, the only difference is that we are both aware that we’re just good friends.
She had taught me a lot of things. Literally speaking, she brought music to my life. She’s the reason I’m a music lover now. She made me realize how valuable I am. She gave me the courage to face some of my most crucial challenges. She is a part of my dreams. She is my best friend, adviser, teacher, and sister. More importantly, she is my “twin”. We called each other “twins” because we have a lot of similarities; in interests, academics, (and love life)? We are both fond of writing, consistent honor students, and concerned on the current issues affecting the public. We are there for each other in what seemed to be the turning point of our separate love stories, (and unfortunately, we both failed). We’ve been together through a lot, although we’re not seeing each other. Thanks to our cell phones.

Our communication somehow faded when she lost her phone. Good thing that friendster is there so we haven’t failed to keep in touch. We are still updated with each other’s lives. That’s one thing I’m really thankful for meeting her again. I became a better person. I find it easier to open myself with others. I owe half of my life to her.

My twin is my ideal one. If I am to choose whom to spend the rest of my life with, that would be with someone like her. It is an image of her that comes to my mind when asked regarding the subject. And my image of her is someone who is simple and intelligent. I associated eyeglasses with someone who is intelligent because it really makes her look witty, and also, my twin used to wear eyeglasses too. There maybe a lot of pretty and cute ladies, but for me, the simple ones are the most beautiful, just like my best friend.

How I wish there could be another girl like her in this world.

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I have written this one out of another requirement for a speech in my callcenter training. It appeared that I have made this one of my most remarkable(Yehey!) writings.

Afterall, this is a narration of how I started to be a better person.
By having her with me.

An article I poured my heart out (Posted Nov 3, '08)

Good things are meant to last for just a few moments.
I thought that it will never end.
I was wrong. I wish I was wrong again in saying this.

I should have expected this. After all, we made a promise before, that if ever the time comes that we lost communication or failed to keep in touch with each other, we know to ourselves that we’re still there for each other, and that we will always be good friends.

I guess that day had already passed without me noticing. I just realized it a few days ago, and it’s now too late to undo the mistake.

A part of me is somehow contented with how the things are going, after all, I know that she is so happy with her life today. She had achieved some of her dreams, and she now has someone who cares for her more than what I can give her as a friend. Her life would go on without me. It’s the same for me, life goes on without her, but it will never be the same. I know I’m not that important for her compared to the ones she now has, so I’m somehow glad that everything’s going her way. And with me? I think I’m going the other way. I mean, I don’t like what’s happening with my life today. Maybe I’m just feeling like I lost a loved one because I’m so attached with the friendship we had. It’s hard for me not to hear a word from her. Before, we know what’s happening to each other for almost every hour of our lives. But now, it seems like it will take me forever to know what’s going on with her life. She’s strong, she can easily adjust and cope with time. But me, I’m weak. I’ve been so dependent to her before. I considered her advices as the best I can have, although sometimes I feel so awkward after hearing what she has to say (that’s because she makes me realize the misconceptions I have), so I stand corrected at the end of the day. I’m still weak, but with her in touch, I’d become far better than before. Some might say that I’m academically gifted, well, they’re wrong because there are a lot of things I had never known without her telling me what those are. With her, I became a better listener, (an “absorber”, she said). I never realized that I’m nice to talk with (I still feel that I’m not good with conversations, but with her, I’m turning into a new person, one who’s good in everything). As one of her text messages says, (text messages, which I think will never happen again,(I wish I was wrong again) so there’s no way hoping for that text message of that special person to come anymore) “words don’t have power over you, unless the person who said them means a lot to you.” She means more than half of my life to me. If there’s someone who had started the change I wanted to see in myself, that would be her. She is my best and truest friend. She’s like a sister and a mother to me. She is my twin.

Writing this makes me feel that I’m so weak. Maybe she’s just trying to teach me how to be independent, to be strong enough to go on by myself. After all, there’s still a lot of work to do before I can find what I’ve always been looking for. And that job is something I must do alone (or lucky enough, with someone whom I can spend the rest of my life with). I should have expected that someday, even a family has to say goodbye to one another, and so is a friend. This is just a preparation for that farewell. I’ll be saying these words anyway, but I admit that it’s always hard to say “goodbye”.

ohayou!!

gandang tanghali!!

gandang hapon!!

gud evening!!

gud nyt!!

sleep tyt!!

sweet dreams!!

god bless!!

ingat lage!!!

’til next tym!!!!



How I wish there’s still a next time.

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This is how a person like me misses his bestfriend/kambal so badly.

The next one is also about her...

A thought on Writing... ( Posted November 3 '08)

Pwede naman siguro akong magtagalog dito no? na-inspire lang ako dun sa sinulat ni Bob Ong, ýung “Stainless longganisa”. Ngayon ko lang nabasa yun. More on his experiences on writing ang laman nung book. Nakilala man si Bob Ong sa mga kwela nyang ginawa, ibang klase pa din ang kalibre ng mamang ito pagdating sa pagsusulat. Medyo napangiti nga ako dun sa ginamit na overview ng book, yun daw ang ikalimang pagkakamali ng author, at ginawa daw ni Bob Ong ang di ginagawa ng normal na author, ang magkwento tungkol sa kanyang pagsusulat.

Sa totoo lang, palagay ko di naman iba ýung ganun. Kahit ako, naisip ko din magkwento ng mga karanasan ko at paniniwala sa pagsusulat.

(trivia lang po, pag me nakita kayong typo error dito, specifically sa letter “l”, pagbigyan nyo na po. sira kasi ang computer ko, ayaw gumana ng letter l at up arrow. Wala pa po akong pampagawa, kaya nagtitiis na lang ako. Ung mga nakikita nyong etter l dito ay bunga po ng ctrl + v na function. Hay, ang hirap…)

Hindi ko rin po alam kung pwede ba akong maging writer. Gusto ko din naming magsulat. Nitong nakaraang mga buwan nga eh medyo napractice ko yung pagsusulat ko. Salamat na din sa training para sa trabahong kahit kelan ay hindi ko ginusto at hinding-hindi ko gugustuhin.

“Mahirap ipilit ang isang bagay na kahit kailan ay hindi mo ginusto.”
Wala dito ang puso at isip ko.”

Hindi ko din talaga alam kung anong pinakamagandang pwede kong gawin. Oo, kelangan ko ng trabaho para makapagbigay ako sa pamilya. Eh paano naman kung di ko na namamalayan nawawala na pala ako sa sarili ko? Sabihin ng makasarili ako, pero talagang hindi ko nararamdaman na para sa akin ito. Matagal ko nang inihanda ang sarili ko na umalis dito, pero nandito pa din ako. Kelan pa ba ako makakawala dito? Ayaw kong maging hindi patas sa kanila kase hindi ko naibibigay ang 100% ko. Puro kapalpakan nga ginagawa ko dito. Ayaw ko silang hilahin pababa ng dahil lang sa pagkamakasarili ko.

Ang pinakamaganda na sigurong magagawa ko ngayon ay hintayin ang pagkakataong makasilip ng kahit kaunting butas na pwede kong daanan para makatakas.

Pwede pa din naman akong magsulat, di ba?
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Side comments as usual:

Inspired by Bob Ong's Stainless Longganisa.

Akalain mo yun, a month after kong pinost 'to sa fs nakahanap na ako ng butas;P

Bye bye Col Cener!

An Article Inspired by "My Sassy Girl" (Posted Oct 27, '08)

Today is just an ordinary day.

I don’t know if it’s just me or something else that makes me think about “that” topic.
I’m always trying to identify myself with something or someone I have seen or encountered. Maybe it’s just that I am longing for something, actually, wanting to experience how to be in love. This time, I found it in a movie I have just watched tonight: “My Sassy Girl”. The story is the typical love story with a twist, something about heartbreak, parting and being reunited.

When I was younger, I don’t really like watching the sort of movies. But as I learn life, I’m slowly trying to cope with those kinds of stories, for the reason that I want to experience it myself. Maybe I’m not ready for it, but hey, there’s no law prohibiting man to dream, right?

Similarities: (or so I think). Here they are. [maybe, I don’t have the right to compare myself with the protagonist because it is a different type of relationship they had (mine is just a daydream, pretending there really is one, when in fact, it’s just in my mind) ]
(background music … I believe, ^_^ , inspired by the film)

When the guy first met the girl (she was drunk), and later discovered that he’s starting to have special affection for her, all he wanted is to make the girl happy, to lessen or totally release all her burden.

Well, let’s based this writing on the trajectory of the story.

Their first meeting wasn’t that nice. But as they get along with each other, they’re starting to know each other better.

The girl has a strong personality (or that’s what she’s trying to manifest, but deep inside, she’s just as delicate as any woman after heartbreak).(ok, this part is not in my “imagination”, coz the girl in my dream is not that strong, actually, she’s the opposite. How I wish I could be with someone like the “sassy” girl.)

(ooopppssss….. my thoughts are coming out of nowhere. I should organize it first.)

The relationship was going well. The guy seems to be the slave, but in a funny way. They shared a lot of stupid and nonsense moments (not that nonsense, it was actually fun, I can’t help but laugh as they do their “crazy” stuff.) After all, the guy promised to do everything just to make the girl happy (the same thing I promised myself when I met the girl in my dream, though she’s gone now, well, I will promise the same with whoever might have the special place in my heart).

The girl is a self-proclaimed writer. (I liked that part, her stories were really unique and unusual) she wants the guy to read her works. Though the guy doesn’t really have interests with those, he tried to like them (well, me too, I don’t want to hear from her the magic words “would you like to die?”) those stories always have a “character from the future”. This is something significant in the later part of the story.


Being in a relationship like that is really an adventure. Your craziest moments with the person you want to share the rest of your life with – thinking ‘bout it makes me feel lonely coz I don’t have someone like her.

Now, on the conflict of the story.

“Sometimes I knew her, sometimes I don’t.”

I thought I knew her.

They had to break up the relationship in what seemed to be the happiest day of their lives.

(this is the part I loved the most. They buried their letters under a tree and promised to return there after two years to read those letters, to finally know if they are really for each other.)

The guy returned after two years. The girl wasn’t there. He read the letter. He discovered that the girl had a previous relationship with a guy who had just died (the day they first met, the reason she’s drunk, lying that she broke up with her boyfriend). She’s still in love with him, trying to find her former boyfriend in the guy. The more they know about each other, the harder it gets for her to forget him. She said she’s being unfaithful to him (the x). She’s stuck in her past. And as she said, the guy is from the future. The one she needs is someone from the future. (the guy in her scripts)
She said she is not ready to forget her former boyfriend. She’s not wise enough to make her own decisions, the reason she wanted more time to think about their relationship.

The guy returned almost everyday, hoping she’ll be there. But it took another year before the girl had the strength to face her future and forget her past. He was not there, instead, she met an old man, saying that he knows the secret hidden under the tree. She found out that the guy has been there. She haven’t noticed that the tree was not the same one, that the older one has been struck by a lightning, and the guy planted a new one, so if ever she will return, she’ll recognize the tree where they have hidden their feelings. She finally found herself. She’s free from her past. And now, the only problem is to find him.

And as for any love story, fate brought them together.

”Do you know what fate means?”
“It is the bridge that brings two people together.”

That’s it for the story.

How about mine?

I just want to write, because it is in writing I can best express myself. I promise that I will take out all the sorrow of the one I love. I will do anything for her. I don’t want to live in my past anymore, neither in my future. I want to live in the present. I want to be in a relationship. I want to feel love. I want to love and be loved. Above anything else, I want to write my own story. I want to create my fate. Before, I believe in destiny. Now, what I believe is that we are the ones who make it. Destiny is what man wants his life to be. And if ever I’m wrong, I want to change my fate, my destiny. I wish I have the power to change it.

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Side comments:

Hmmm...

Wala na ako masabi:)

Ang cute cute ni Sassy Girl!!!!!

Personal Mission Statement (Posted FS Blog Sep 23, '08)

If I wrote a personal mission state, it would say “To achieve self-actualization through genuine service and hardwork, share the Lasallian education to the less privileged, and be a part of the positive change for the society where the physical, physiological, intellectual and spiritual needs of the people will be continuously developed and preserved.

Self actualization, as depicted in Abraham Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, is the highest among the basic needs of man. Everyone wants to feel complete, and reaching the highest need fulfills the same. Our dreams, aspirations, goals, and visions: these form part of our self-actualization. We will feel complete if and only if we have achieved everything we dreamt of. This may include a stable career, a happy family life, a dream home, and the list goes on and on. Something we can consider ideal for ourselves: this is self actualization. The term “ideal” might be an impossible concept, but as long as our hearts are contented with the way things are going, we can call it self-actualization.

For every achievement, there’s a corresponding action that led to it. As they said, success is 1% inspiration, 99% perspiration. To attain self actualization, one must exert all the efforts that he may give for the said goal. If you want something, you must work for it. For my part, I’m more than willing to dedicate myself through genuine service, perseverance and hard work.
My college education is something I’m very thankful for. I couldn’t have finished my tertiary years if not for the generous people who lent their hands to mine. I’m forever indebted to the Foundation for Sharing Lasallian Education for giving me the most wonderful gift of a lifetime. The day will come that a former scholar will be a benefactor to a less privileged but academically gifted child. I promise to share the lasallian education that was once shared to me by the foundation.

I have always aspired to be a part of the force that will initiate the positive change for the society, a reason why I dreamt of being a lawyer. I want justice to be served equally among the citizens of the country. I want to overhaul the system characterized by rampant graft and corruption. I believe that the development of all the dimensions of the society depends upon the people managing it. The first step to change is to start it with ourselves. Then, with better people, better government instrumentalities will be established. With clean and good governance, all the other societal systems will be benefited. A good government can provide the basic needs of everyone: food in every family’s table, education for the youth, jobs for everyone, a stable economy, peaceful and orderly society, excellent public service, and a god-fearing nation.

This is my mission. It may sound too perfect, but it is not impossible.

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Side comments:

I think I forgot that I once had a personal mission statement:p

Speeches (Call Recordings, Posted FS Blog Sep 19, '08)

Speech on self-identity:

Everyone seems to have a clear idea on how other people should live their lives but none about his or her own.” – An excerpt from Paulo Coehlo’s bestselling inspirational novel entitled “The Alchemist”. It is an undeniable truth. Admit it or not, we think we know what is better for others when in fact, we don’t know what is the best for ourselves. How can we help others if we can’t help of we can’t help ourselves? This is a question of one’s identity. We are searching for ourselves. Who am I? What do I want? Where am I going? What should I do with my life? These are some of the questions one must answer to know himself better. Lucky are those who finally found themselves, but a lot are still searching for it. Having a clear self identity is the first step to success. Knowing what you are up to comes next. Everything starts with us.

We are now in the point of our lives where we must decide for our future. Every decision we make today will shape our tomorrow. How can we choose what is the best for us? This is where we will see the importance of our self-identity. A passage from Sun Tzu’s Art of War tells us this value. “If you know your enemy and yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not your enemy, chances of winning and losing are equal. If you don’t know both your enemy and yourself, you will surely lose the battle.” Finding out how others see us may help in seeking our identity. But at the end of the day, it depends upon us to decide who we really are.

We are the masters of our lives, the captains of our hearts, and the leaders of our souls. As what the fictional character Albus Dumbledore said, it is not our abilities that show us what we are, it is our choices. Let us win this good fight with ourselves. Our future starts today. It is the time to act! Let us live our dreams. Grab every opportunity, for it comes once in a lifetime. An opportunity that is lost is lost forever. Live life to the fullest. Search for that one true path to success. Do what needs to be done. Let us start the change we want to see.

Let me end this with a quotation from another Paulo Coehlo masterpiece, “The Pilgrimage”. This may guide you in reaching your dreams.

“The only path to true wisdom can be identified by three things. First, it must involve agape (commitment). Second, it must have a practical application in your life. And third, it must be a path that can be travelled by everyone.”

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Side comments:

Isa sa mga matitinong entries ko sa aking dating blog. Ansaya ko nga kase me nagcomment na Paulo Coehlo fan, ewan ko lang kung nasaan na yun. ;p

Enjoy Reading!

Writings from my ACS Experience (Posted Sep 19 '08)


One thing i’m thankful for participating in the pre-employment training at ACS (call center) is that i was able to practice my writing skills. it’s been quite a while since i have written something (not since my graduation which dates back to April). we are tasked to create speeches during the training. while doing so, i kept myself busy with other writings…
so, it’s about time to make use of this blog. the product of my “Burden, confusion, and inspiration.”

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Expect the unexpected! What a day!
I thought that yesterday will be my last day in the training. I’m still having trouble pronouncing a number of words. What I can only guarantee are my quizzes. Well, as I said, expect the unexpected. I passed! Thank god! And thanks to the people who served as my inspirations. My family, my best friend, the Foundation, and many others.
I have already exceeded my expectations (personally, I have set those limitations for myself though I know I can go beyond that). Finishing the first phase of the training is enough for me. The next one is a consolation. The last, it’s a blessing! I’m very thankful for everything that happens. I’m receiving more than enough. Maybe this tells me one thing: to pursue what I have started. There’s no turning back! I’m still not assured of passing the training or getting hired at last, but one thing’s for certain – I’ll give it my all. At the start, I really don’t care about the result of the training. I considered this as an additional learning experience, that’s all. I haven’t look at the much brighter side of this training – having a decent job. Now, I am another step forward. I won’t waste this opportunity. It is the time to prove to myself what I’m capable of.
Still, I have prepared myself for anything to come. I may fail this one, but I won’t have any regrets. I did my best, anyways. If this is not for me, so be it. For now, I have nothing else in mind but to finish the training.
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I don’t know how to feel right now. October is fast approaching, and so is the semester break. I’m planning to apply for any position (where I can use my learning) in a school, maybe as an instructor. At least, I can assure myself of continuous learning while at school. But for now, I’m still in a place where I have no assurance if I will be hired (negative thinking again, no!), and at the same time, I don’t know if I’m capable enough to perform the task well. Another crossroad coming up! Let’s just say I really need a job (though I don’t want THIS job, well, I’m trying to love it).
Still confused? Hmmm… I must remind myself of the reasons I must pursue this one: My parents are expecting too much from me, and I can’t fail them; The words of encouragement from my best friend; The foundation/scholarship; what else? Uhmmm… (oooopss, non-word) I think I’m free to write anything here, right? After all, I can best express myself through my pen and not my voice. Well, this should be a part of another story, so better create a separate space for it.
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I’m not looking for a “romantic” relationship here (in the training). I have always reminded myself that “it” will come my way, no need to find it. Wait, wait, and wait. I’m good at waiting. No need to hurry, someday, she will come to my life, just like a long lost friend. I’m still young (though not good looking, OUCH! the truth hurts). Anyways, I’m there to learn and have a job. That’s all. I’m not falling again. Not here, not now, not with someone whom I don’t know that well (and who I think is not available, it hurts again). Maybe it’s just a simple attraction, after all, I’m a guy. Maybe, I’m just longing to be with someone whom I can spend my time with, whom I can share my stories with, whom I can give and receive special attention. Maybe I’m just missing someone whom I cared for like no other. I’m not really looking for love. I still believe that the right person will come, my only problem is not knowing where and when it will happen.

Are we friends or are we not?
You told me once but I forgot.
Tell me now and tell me true
So I can say I’m here for you
Of all the friends I’ve ever met
You are the one I can’t forget
And if I die before you do
I’ll go to heaven and wait for you.
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Side Comments:
BanAEnA! AePol! Marjarine! The JOhn!
The TaEn Men! A fashionably tan man sat casually at the bat stand, lashing a handful of practice bats. The mEnYger, a crabby old bag-of-bones (bagobones), stand by and laughed! "You're about average JAck, can't you (kenchu) laEsh fas(t)er than that? JAcK had had enough, so he clambered to his feet and lashed bats faster than any man have ever lashed bats. He lashed bats so fast, that he seemed to dance. The mEnYger was aghast! JAcK, you're a MASTER BAT LASHER! Satisfied at laEst, JAck, and never lashed another baEt. (Observe proper pronunciation while reading:p)
Comments sa side comments:
May napala din naman pala ako sa pagpasok sa callcenter. UMARTE! Nyahahaha!

My Craziest Tale Ever (Posted FSBlog Sep 19, 2007)

This is written around a year ago, April 6, 2007 to be exact, when the author is uncertain of himself…
(warning: corny lines to follow. after all, it is in tagalog)

Panaginip

Hindi ko alam kung paano ito sisimulan. Oras na ang aking kalaban. Wala akong magawa. Kaya bago pa man ako tuluyang matalo, nais kong pakinggan mo lahat ng sasabihin ko. Pagbigyan mo lang ako, at malugod ko nang tatanggapin ang aking pagkatalo.Hindi ko na alam kung paano ito tatapusin… at wala na akong balak pa.Sapagkat nais kong ipagpatuloy ang kwentong ito. Ang kwentong inakala kong nagwakas na.Nais kong ibalik muli ang kaba sa dibdib ko.Nais kong muling maging masaya.Nais kong makasama ka nang kahit ilang saglit lang.Nais kong muling marinig ang tinig mo.Nais kong muling makita ang ngiti mo… ang ngiting nagbibigay-buhay sa damdamin ko.Ngayon, nais kong ialay sa ‘yo ang pinakamagandang akdang gawa ko.
“kapag malungkot ka, ipikit mo lang ang iyong mga mata. isipin mo lang na kasama mo ang taong pinakagusto mo sa ibang lugar.”

Kasama ko siya sa library. Biniro ako ng isang kaibigan niya. Tinanong niya ako kung mahal ko daw ang kaibigan niya.“Mahal na mahal,” pabirong sagot ko.Napatingin siya sa akin. Nagulat yata sa narinig niya. Nagulat din ako dahil siya naman ang nagtanong.“Mahal mo ako?”“Mahal na mahal,” sagot ko.“Mahal mo ako?” tanong uli niya.“Mahal na mahal.” Seryoso na ang tono ko.Saglit siyang nag-isip. Iniabot niya sa akin ang kamay niya na nasa anyong magpa-promise. Hindi ako nagdalawang-isip. Inabot ko ang kanyang kamay at tumugon sa hinihiling niyang pangako na hindi ako nagsisinungaling.“Promise.”

Nagising ako. Panaginip lang ang lahat.

Akala ko magsisimula na ang kwento ng pag-ibig ko. Ang hindi ko alam, nagwakas na ito bago pa man magsimula.

Ayaw ko pa sanang gumising dahil alam kong panaginip lang iyon. Pero wala akong magagawa. Gustuhin ko mang manatili sa mundo ng panaginip, sa mundong gawa ng aking isip, wala ding mangyayari. Dahil kahit kailan, ang panaginip ay hindi magiging katotohanan. Napatunayan ko na mahirap mabuhay sa mundo ng realidad. Sana, totoo nga na pwedeng manatili na lamang ang isang tao sa mundo ng ilusyon. Sabi nga sa isang kanta, “kung ikaw ay isang panaginip, ayaw ko nang magising.” Ganoon sana ang gusto kong mangyari. Ang hindi na gumising mula sa isang ilusyon na matagal ko nang pinapangarap na mangyari, pero kahit kailan ay hindi magaganap sa tunay na buhay.

Matagal-tagal din kaming nagkasama sa totoong buhay. Magkaibigan kami, at hanggang doon lang. Nasabi ko sa kanya na hangga’t maaari, ayaw kong mahulog ang loob ko sa isang kaibigan sapagkat andaming mangyayaring hindi ko aasahang magaganap. Sinubukan kong hindi mahulog sa kanya. At para makumbinsi ang sarili ko sa bagay na iyon, itinuring ko siyang isang nakababatang kapatid. Kinumbinsi ko rin ang sarili ko na may mahal akong iba, at may iba din siyang mahal, kaya’t walang pagkakataon na may mamuong espesyal na ugnayan sa pagitan namin. Hindi ko alam kung tama ang aking ginawa sapagkat simula pa lamang, itinatangi ko na siya. Naisip ko na lamang na maaari ko namang ipadama sa kanya ang aking nararamdaman nang hindi sa karaniwang paraan na iniisip ng karamihan. Hindi lingid sa aking kaalaman na kung mananatili akong kaibigan niya, maaalagaan ko siya tulad ng pag-aalaga ng isang lalaki sa kanyang kasintahan.

At iyon nga ang nangyari. Nanatili ako sa tabi niya bilang isang kaibigan. At masaya na ako doon, sapagkat kahit paano, napapadama ko sa kanyang mahalaga siya. Hindi ko na binalak na ipaalam sa kanya ang aking nararamdaman, sapagkat tulad ng dati, ayaw kong mawalan ng isang kaibigan, ng isang mahal.

Naaalala ko pa noon. Hindi ko pa man alam ang kanyang pangalan, nakuha na niya ang aking atensyon. Nasa kanya ang mga katangian ng isang tunay na Maria Clara. Maganda, mahinhin, mahiyain. Hindi makukumpleto ang araw ko kung di ko siya makikita. Halos isang taon ko siyang naging kaklase sa isa naming subject, pero di man lang ako nagkaroon ng pagkakataong makausap siya o kaya’y malaman ang pangalan niya. Sinisi ko din ang sarili ko, napakatorpe ko talaga. Eh sino ba namang maglalakas-loob lumapit sa isang magandang dilag na nag-iisa? Sa hitsura kong ito? Langit at lupa ang pagitan namin. Siya si beauty, ako si beast. Napapatawa na lang ako pag naiisip ko iyon. Paalam na, magandang dalagang di ko alam ang pangalan.
Nagpatuloy ang buhay ko nang wala sya. Laking pasasalamat ko nang malaman kong kaibigan pala siya ng isa ko pang kaibigan. Dahil doon, nagkaroon ako ng pagkakataong makilala sya. At sa wakas, nalaman ko ang pangalan niya. Masaya na ako doon. Nagkausap din kami, sa unang pagakakataon. Kung iisipin, halos isang taon ko na siyang nakikita pero ngayon lang kami nagkausap. At napapatawa na naman ako sa tuwing maiisip ko iyon. Naging mas malapit kami sa isa’t-isa nang inimbita niya akong sumali sa isang church activity. Hindi ko inaasahang iimbitahan niya akong sumali doon sapagkat bago pa lang naman kaming magkakilala. Kasama namin doon ang isa pang kaibigan. At syempre, hindi ko naman siya matanggihan. Pagkakataon ko nang makilala siya ng lubusan, bakit ko pa ito palalampasin? At isa pang bagay, gusto ko ding manumbalik sa simbahan, kahit sa totoo lang, siya lang ang dahilan kung bakit ako sumali doon. Naging maayos naman ang una naming pag-attend doon. At isa pang bagay na di ko inaasahan ang nangyari. Nakapunta pa ako sa bahay nila. Sabihin nang nakakatawa pero medyo kinabahan ako noon. Ni hindi ko pa nga siya kilala ng lubusan, tapos makakapunta na ako sa kanila? Andaming kakatuwang bagay kong naisip noon. At naging maayos naman ang lahat. Tulad ng inaasahan ko, sobrang buti ng kanyang pamilya. Masaya na akong nakilala ang buong pamilya niya. At binilang ko na ang mga araw na makakapunta muli ako sa kanila.

Unti-unti ko na siyang nakikilala. Nauunawaan ko na ang mga nararamdaman niya, ang mga iniisip niya. Katulad ko din pala siya. Pareho kaming madalas mag-isa. Nalaman ko din na madali siyang nababagabag ng mga bagay-bagay. Iniisip niyang iiwanan siya ng kanyang mga kaibigan. Kaya simula noon, ipinangako ko sa aking sarili na hindi na siya mag-iisa at hindi ko siya iiwan.
Dahil sa kanya, naturuan ko ang sarili ko kung paano maging matapang. Minsang sumama ang kanyang loob, di ‘ko inaasahang umalis siyang mag-isa. Umiiyak siya. Wala akong magawa, pakiramdam ko tuloy napakawalang kwenta ko. Hinayaan ko lang siyang umalis. Sinundan ko siya, pero di ko naabutan. Nakauwi na pala siya, umiiyak pa din. Gusto kong siguruhin na nakauwi na siya, kaya tinext ko siya, at lakas-loob kong sinabing pupunta ako sa bahay nila. Sa totoo lang di ko inisip na gawin ang bagay na iyon. Unang-una, sino ba naman ako para pumunta sa kanila para lang siguruhin na nakauwi na siya? Ikalawa, kinabahan na naman ako sapagkat kung sakaling makapunta nga ako sa kanila, ano naman ang aking sasabihin? At paano ako haharap sa pamilya niya? Iyon ang unang pagkakataon, sa buong buhay ko, na naglakas-loob akong pumunta sa bahay ng isang dalagang di ko pa masyadong kilala pero itinatangi ko na. Hindi ko rin inaasahang hahayaan niya akong pumunta sa kanila, kaya naglakas-loob talaga ako noon. Sabihin nang mababaw, pero iyon talaga ang nadama ko. Siguro nga, ganito ang nagagawa ng pagtangi… kaya nitong patapangin ang mga may mahinang-loob.

Naging mas malapit kami sa isa’t-isa. Magkaibigan na nga ata kami. At muli kong pinaalalahanan ang sarili ko: hanggang dito ka na lang. wag ka nang hihiling ng mas higit pa. masasaktan lang siya kapag ipinilit mo pa ang gusto mo. Naaalala ko din ang nabanggit niya tungkol sa isa niyang kaibigan na naghangad ng mas higit pa. Nasayang lang daw ang pagkakaibigan nila. Ayaw kong mangyari sa amin ang ganoon. Bakit pa nga ba ako hihiling pa gayong sobrang saya ko na sa pagkakaibigan namin? Madali siyang mahalin. Pero hangga’t maaari, sinubukan kong hindi mahulog sa kanya. Ayaw ko siyang saktan, kaya minabuti ko ng pigilan ang nararamdaman ko.
Madaming beses ko din syang nakita sa kanyang pinakamabigat na sandali. Hindi ko man nakita ang mga luhang pumapatak sa kanyang mga mata, naramdaman ko naman ang hinanakit na kanyang nadarama. At sa isa pang pagkakataon, wala na naman akong nagawa upang mapatahan sya. Madaming beses ko ding naramdaman na pinanghinaan siya ng loob. Sinubukan kong tulungan siya, pero di ko rin nagawa. Napakawalang kwenta ko talaga. Hindi ko man lang natulungan ang pinakamahalagang tao para sa akin noong mga panahong iyon. Naaalala ko pa ang mga eksakto niyang sinabi noon: “paano mo tutulungan ang isang taong ayaw namang magpatulong?” hindi ko alam kung paano.

Lumipas din ang mga panahong iyon. Pinaghihilom ng panahon ang mga sugat ng kahapon. Masigla na ulit siya, at masaya na ako. Pero alam kong sa likod ng kasiglahan na iyon, nasa loob pa rin niya ang isang dalagang natatakot, pinanghihinaan ng loob at nalilito. Sa pagkakataong ito, pinangako ko sa sarili kong tutulungan ko siya sa paraang alam ko. At ito ang naisip ko. Ang maging kanyang gabay.Hindi ko alam kung tama ang naisip kong maging isang gabay. Ang iniisip ko lang noon ay gawin ang trabaho tulad ng isang guardian angel sa kanyang binabantayan. Hindi siguro tama ang ginagawa ko. Alam kong may ibang mahal ang dalagang itinatangi ko, at anlakas ng loob kong pumapel sa kanya. Pero naisip ko na lang… maaari ko siyang mahalin ng higit pa sa pagmamahal ng isang kasintahan sa pamamagitan ng pagiging isang kaibigan niya, pagiging gabay niya.

Mas nakilala ko siya sa pagsapit ng isa pang semester sa school. Inayos ko ang schedule ko para makasama ko siya ng mas madalas, at para magampanan ko na din ang trabaho ko. Mas naging malapit kami sa isa’t-isa, siguro. Sobrang palagay ang loob ko pag kasama ko siya. Pakiramdam ko, kaya kong gawin ang lahat basta nasa tabi ko siya. Siya ang inspirasyon ko. Siya ang kaibigan ko. Siya ang mahal ko. Hindi ko na iniisip kung ano ako sa kanya, basta ang alam ko, sa pamamagitan nito, makakabawi ako sa kanya. Matutulungan ko siya. At higit sa lahat, mapapadama ko sa kanya na mahalaga siya.

Sa bawat araw na magkasama kami, iniisip ko kung ano na ang mangyayari kinabukasan. Ganito pa rin ba kami? Hanggang kailan kaming ganito? Sana, mapigilan ko pa din ang nararamdaman ko.

May ilang naging pagsubok sa aming pagkakaibigan. Una, nang dahil na din sa aking kabaliwan. Napakasama ko para isipin ang bagay na iyon. Naisip kong kung maibabaling ko ang aking atensyon sa ibang tao, tuluyan ko nang mapipigilan ang nararamdaman ko para sa kanya. Kaya naman, dahil na rin sa aking kabaliwan, sinubukan kong magbalik sa aking nakaraan. Pinaniwala ko ang aking sarili na gusto ko pa rin ang isang taong matagal ko nang kinalimutan. Kung magagawa ko iyon, makakalimutan ko na din ang pagtangi ko sa kanya. Pero nagkamali ako. Inisip pa tuloy niyang galit ako sa kanya dahil nanlamig ang pakikitungo ko sa kanya. Isa talagang katangahan ang gawin ang bagay na iyon. Hindi ko na kayang lokohin ang sarili ko at saktan ang pinakamahalagang tao sa buhay ko. Sa bandang huli, tinapos ko na din ang aking kabaliwan.

Ikalawa, at kasalukuyan pa ring bumabalakid sa aming pagkakaibigan: umiwas na siya sa akin. Hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit niya naisip iyon. Pakiramdam daw niya, kinaiinisan siya pag magkasama kami. Siguro, may nagawa din akong mali kaya nagkaganito ang lahat. Naalala kong muli ang minsan kong tinanong sa kanya. Ano ang pwede kong magagawa na ikagagalit niya sa akin o magiging dahilan ng pag-iwas niya sa akin. At sa palagay ko, alam ko na ang dahilan. Hinayaan ko na siyang lumayo sapagkat ayaw ko na siyang masaktan. Ayaw ko siyang mahirapan dahil sa akin. Ako ang dahilan kung bakit nauwi sa ganito ang lahat.

Mahal ko siya. Mahal na mahal. Mas pipiliin kong sarilinin ang sakit kesa pati siya ay mahirapan. Mahal ko siya, pero hindi ko hihilingin na tumbasan niya ang pagmamahal na iyon. Basta mapadama kong mahalaga siya, masaya na ako doon.

Kaibigan ko siya. Kelangan ko siyang gabayan sapagkat iyon ang ipinangako ko sa Kanya.
Mahal ko pa rin siya. Kaibigan ko pa rin siya.

Hindi ko na tatanungin kung mahal niya ako. Pero ito ang kelangan kong malaman:“Kaibigan mo pa rin ba ako?”

Alam ko, maaaring hindi na magbalik sa dati ang lahat. Kaya ngayon pa lang, gusto na kitang pasalamatan sa lahat-lahat. Salamat, sapagkat tinuruan mo akong muling magmahal, sapagkat tinuruan mo akong maging isang tunay na kaibigan. Ang hiling ko na lang, sana ay matagpuan mo ang taong magmamahal sa ‘yo at mamahalin mo din. Tibayan mo ang iyong loob. Nasa likod mo lang ang iyong pamilya, ang iyong mga kaibigan. Nandito ako, kung kakailanganin mo pa rin ang tulong ko. Alam ko naman magiging masaya ka pa rin kahit wala na ako. Basta ipangako mong magiging malakas ka na. Heto ako ngayon, at gagamitin ko na naman ang gasgas nang linyang ito: kung saan ka masaya, dun din ako. Salamat, dahil dumaan ka sa buhay ko. Patawad, para sa lahat ng pasakit na idinulot ko sa ‘yo.

Napakahina talaga ng loob ko para idaan sa panulat ang lahat ng gusto kong sabihin.Ewan talaga ako, kahit kailan.

Ipipikit kong muli ang aking mga mata. Makakasama muli kita. Hawak kong muli ang iyong mga kamay. Masaya tayong maglalakad sa mga lugar na gusto nating puntahan. Mahal kita, mahal na mahal. Sa pagpikit ng mga mata ko, hihilingin kong hindi na gumising pa. Nais kong manatili sa mundo ng panaginip, sa mundong nagbibigay sa akin ng ganap na kasiyahan, sa mundo kung saan makakasama kong panghabambuhay ang taong pinakamamahal ko.

At kung sakaling magising man ako, isang bagay lang ang ipinapahiwatig noon. Alam ko na ang dapat kong gawin. Hindi niya ako naiintindihan. Hindi niya nararamdaman ang sakit na nadarama ko. Hindi ko siya kilala, at mas lalong hindi niya ako kilala. Kaya’t mas mabuti pang mauwi sa ganito ang lahat. Pero kahit anong mangyari, mananatili siya sa alaala ko. Hindi na magbabago iyon.

May mga taong dumadaan sa buhay natin upang magbigay ng ganap na kaligayahan. Darating sa puntong maiisip natin na sana, habambuhay na nating makakasama ang taong iyon. Pero hindi lahat ng ating hinihiling ay natutupad. Mapaglaro talaga ang tadhana. Masuwerte ang mga taong nabigyan ng pagkakataong baguhin ito.

Hindi habangbuhay nating makakasama ang mga taong mahal natin. Sa isang iglap, maaari silang mawala. Masakit, subalit kailangan nating tanggapin na wala na sila, na nakiraan lang sila sa ating buhay. May mga bagay na kahit kailan, hindi pwedeng pagsamahin. At sa huli, ang tanging magagawa na lamang natin ay tanggapin ang pagkatalo at magpaalam sa mga taong pinakamamahal natin.

Kaya ngayon, ganap ko nang tatanggapin ang aking pagkatalo. Nakakatuwa, sapagkat alam kong sa ganito din mauuwi ang lahat kahit sa simula pa lang, pero ipinagpatuloy ko pa rin ang kabaliwang ito, dahil sa pag-asang may mga bagay na papabor sa akin upang mabago ko ang aking tadhana; ang aming tadhana.

Paalam na sa ‘yo. Tinatapos ko na ang trabaho ko. Tinatapos ko na ang kwentong ito.



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Side Comments again:

Makailang ulit ko din binasa ang kwentong(?) ito. Minemorize, ginawan ng english version, inisip, isinulat muli, ipinabasa sa pinakamalapit na kaibigan.

Siguro, ito na ang maituturing ko na produkto ng pinakabaliw na bahagi ng aking pagkatao

Nang ma-inlab(????????????) ang mokong sa isang kaibigan.

Ito rin marahil ang dahilan kung bakit palagi ko nang ninais/ginamit ang salitang/ideyang "PANAGINIP" sa mga sumunod/susunod/nakalipas kong mga katha.

Sa muli kong pagbasa nito, hindi na katulad ng dati ang aking naiisip.

Everything changes, and so feelings are....

Changes (Posted in FS Blog May 15, 2007)

I have so many questions in mind. Questions I think nobody can answer except me. But how can I do so if I myself don’t know what to do? If these were all part of a script, I wonder how this story will end. Yes, if this really was a story, then I want to be the writer of it. After all, I should be the master of myself. I can’t let anybody write my OWN story. But what have I become? After 19 years of existence, I have always allowed someone to take control of my life. Why do I always have to consider someone when I am to make major decisions? Yes, I was given the chance to decide for myself. I even chose the field where I envision what my future would be. But now, what happened? I’m confused! I even don’t know if I’m going to pass this test.

I am interested with legal matters, so I chose this to be my training ground. I decided for my own. And look where I am right now. I don’t think I am in the right place. This is not for me. I know that this time will come. How can I be “Someone” if I don’t have what it takes to be as such? This field requires good speakers. Also, aspiring lawyers must have excellent social relationship skills. I admit I don’t belong to that type. I am neither a good speaker nor a sociable one. I love debates, but I am not really good at it. Tell me, what are the other qualifications to be a lawyer? As I see it, I can’t be one. I’m just good at concepts. But what’s important is the application of those into reality, and that’s an x mark for me.

I should not be afraid of making major decisions. But after this one, I guess, I can’t say what’s in store for me. I thought I am in the right track. I thought that by considering my interests, I can make the better choice. Now, I can say that there are other things, much more things to consider for those crucial decisions.

This is not me. This is not the “me” that I want to be. All I want to do was to break the weak “me”. I hate my old dumb self. I hate depending on others. I hate being immature. I hate being ruled by my emotions. I hate my way of thinking. Now, there’s no one to blame but myself.
I want to stop living the way others want me to. I need not fulfill their expectations. It’s about time for me to take control over my life.

I want to change. I’ve been so deliberate about it. Yet, I can’t start it. I feel sorry for myself. To a great teacher, please forgive me because until now, I can’t start the change I want to see in me.
Well then, for a millionth time, I’ll promise to change everything. I will start from scratch.

Why do I have to place it here? I doubt if someone can understand me. I know someone, but how the hell can I tell her about this personally. She changed. I can tell. Because I changed. I’m just glad that someone still believes in me.

Good things never really last for long. We must somehow give them up to welcome other things, other experiences.

I’m ready. I want to start from scratch, right?

Someday, I will read these words once more. It’s good to be reminded of the days that changed your life. So I place it in here. As I read these lines, I will be laughing at myself.


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Mga Komento (2 taon makalipas malimbag ang mga nabanggit):

Naubos ang english ko habang pinag-iisipan ko 'to. Nasulat ko 'to habang nasa OJT ako nung 3rd year college (in the midst of confusion whether or not I should be a Legal Management student/ Lawyer aspirant)

Iba pang side comments:

Oo nga no, tinatawanan ko na sarili ko ngayon:p

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