November 26, 2009 at 9:53 am · Filed under Weblogs
September’s rain and its cool breeze chasing upon the Siberian wind of December—that’s what I feel now. Waiting to knit what was lost, just waiting. That’s all I could do as of now. I act in a pusillanimous way. By these, I am totally aware that I do extend my suffering which was served as his punishment on my part for being pompous. Let it be done! Missing the old times simply kills me sluggishly. I never found any cure before it totally eats me. Dr. Pride, do not give me so much medication only to find out in the end that I was overdose. Dr. Intrepid, there is a need for you to encroach in my life before I become scatty, enough to decide on something that is not worth deciding.
Goodness! This is so crazy! Damn crazy. So insane. Name it all. IT WAS AND IT IS. As what Paulo Coelho mentioned in his book, The Witch of Portobello, as what I have understood on some portion of it: You cannot get away with problems, just laugh at it! It’s temporary, everything will be forgotten the moment you start to laugh. I do hope I’d be able to find the Light of the Vertex. Trance state and once I open my eyes, I’m renewed. J In addition, I have to keep in mind the Five Balls that we are juggling in life as mentioned by James Patterson. Family, health, integrity and friends as the four balls made of glass and the other ball which is work, the rubber ball (it’s obvious, why it is called the rubber ball). What matters most? Now, you have my answer. 
(Papalayo man ang usapan, wala akong pakialam! Sabi ng “OCEAN LOVE SIGNALS” ko… PEACE! At hindi ko pala pinili ang OKAY AT LOVE for some reasons! Know why? Here it is… The OKAY looks MONEY to me and the LOVE looks and sounds like a screamin’ ROCK and the PEACE is simply the PEACE that even the dumbest person can recognize! It turns out though, that those who have the capacity to know its full essence turned their back on it.) Though, PEACE “broke into pieces” and it won’t come back anymore.
May 6, 2009 at 9:41 am · Filed under Weblogs
- They touched my heart… photo by Keith Hull
Simple life in a simple place. Chidlren of Rio were just a few people who touched and at the same crashed my heart when once I had faced what their life stories were. They do live somewhere in the Amazona River. I would say that they are those who are considered to be one of those “forgotten people” besides from those Tibetans in China.
Crossing my path with their individual stories, I was amazed with the hardwork of the younger children. From the aged of six years old, the child already knew how to swim in the river upon which their houses were surrounded by it. I could see how poor their living condition was. My heart aches when I learned that, in their younger age, they were the sole bread winner of the family. They are supposed to be in school and not “dicing with deaths” because of their available work to do. I will tell you why I said that they are dicing with deaths… Children in Rio are facing deaths everyday that is, they ride in a canoe with all the goods to sell whenever there is a ship passing by the river. They would try to catch the barge since its speed was so fast and that there is in need to be quick to get close to it so that they may able to tie the rope which they brought with them, at the side of the barge. It is a very risky work for a younger ones aged about 12 years old since they might be killed by the propeller. The ship carried passengers including tourists and others were simply the captain and crew of the barge. They sell jams, fruits, I have seen cacao, passion fruit, banana, vegetables and even seafoods and sell it at lower prices. Earning four dollars a day, they were satisfied as long as they could brought money for their everyday living. Uhhhhh their houses, very simple; made of wood, no bed, no pillows or whatsoever. I could see the desolation inside and out. Sometimes, they don’t have money because their goods that were supposed to be sold to the foreigners were scattered and buried at the bottom of the river when water flowed inside the canoe. They went home with nothing but their own selves. From that, they lose about ten dollars. The ten dollars was eaten by river, did not give benefits to those who put hardwork in it.
Jessie, a 12 year old boy was very happy when he sold something on the barge despite of the dangerous undertaking. He was a no read no write boy but knew how to count money. I could see his warmth smile and in his young age, a formed muscle from his arms and legs due to that work was very visible. That smile I saw and the time when he paddled so hard just to get closer to the barge, that to me alone, gave me a sense of inequality in this world. Why do they need to do that? They were not really supposed to be in that position. I do not want to be someone who just stared at them and figure out what they were doing. But what can I do? As my expected feeling to be, I cried. I cried because of their situation. I know, I can see the happiness but what about the inner part within them? There must be sadness. There is. There will always be wretchedness. Jessie was a very, very hardworking boy. I think he was an expert of that field of work even if he was just 12 years of age. He helped his older brother in hunting for foods within the Amazon River and his main goal everyday of his life was to earn money and helped his mother and siblings. There comes a time when he was out of sight.
Today, piracy is a great issue. It is said that one of the tactics of the pirates was the same as what the children of Rio do when finding their source of living; using a canoe and get closer at the side of the barge or a ship. Fortunately, some of the captain and crew of a particular ship knew the children and aside from that, once they stepped inside, their names were written in a piece of paper by some crews which served as somewhat like a logbook for them to be recognized well. If the children were very lucky, they were given foods by the crew of the ship and even eat them inside. Good-spirited individuals considered to watched over them while they do they work in order to make it sure that they were secured. Others did not have a heart. They did not gave consideration as to the situation of the children and rather, get their guns and point it to the children to create some fears on them. In doing so, the children would just let them do it and even tell them, “Shoot me!” But in fact, they cannot shoot the children. Have some hearts guys.
It is precarious to work in the evening. The children might be suspected as being a pirates. What happened to Jessie was that, he was killed when he tried to go up to one of the barge while it passed by the river. The only thing that Jessie wanted was to have some money so that he can brought some foods back home. He was shot by a crew. Jessie was with his older brother when that happened. His older brother said that he thought Jessie was just joking. He was still crossing his arms and then, he falls to the river. He was shot at the throat and the crew was not contented yet, he fired another shot and this time at the back of Jessie.
It was so hard for me to think about this thing. I had seen those smiles in his face back then when he received the money out of those jams being sold. I could still clearly remember how he would leave the ship after he is contented with the money he had in his hands. He would go back at the side portion of the barge and untied the rope and rode in the canoe while paddling back to his home which was about 5 kilometers from the place where the barge was. It’s running still so while working, they also have to consider the speed of selling their goods because they might going very far if not. I hate it! I saw that face but what I didn’t know was that he’s gone already. I think that he was mistaken to be a pirate. I do not know.. Maybe the guy who shoot him never had a heart or what. He cannot understood the labor of the children of Rio. It did not payoff! He’s gone. It’s hard for his family then to lose a child like him. Friends of Jessie still continue to the labor and trade at the river and they did not forget to visit the grave of Jessie, situated somewhere along the river.
Now, I had seen the inequality of life. It is so unfair for the children of Rio to feel this way. Filipino children are very fortunate enough to be educated still, despite of the poverty. Children of Rio, did not have that opportunity. It is very frustrating to think because all of them have the ambition to become someone who is known in their place. Some likes to become a professional football player and others including Jessie, wanted to become a captain of a ship. Yet, for Jessie, he cannot achieved his greatest ambition in life. For others, how could they? They are not educated. They live all their life along the river. They lived with the water, forest, jungle and have the exotic living.
I was a mere invisible student of the International Human Rights but nevertheless, I have with me the knowledge to share. They must be given the necessary rights that are for them. Education, The right to life, the right to have a proper living.. They are forgotten. They lived outside of the civilization. They are in dire need of the help of the people. I am not a Human Right activist but I can be now in my own way. I have all the opportunities in life and even piece of it, they did not have. I want to share it to them. Children of Rio will always be part of my life, giving me inspiration to continue my mission and fully fulfilled it when the right time comes… They help me formed what is my purpose in this confusing world. I will do what is thought to be the right thing to do.
Forget those gold’s in El Dorado and help this children instead. They must acquire the rights that they must supposed to have.
May 5, 2009 at 8:21 am · Filed under Weblogs
S’il y a un événement important dans ma vie, ce serait le sentiment pour voir mes parents heureux. Mais le 28 avril 2009 le censé pour être date de mon jour plus heureux aussi bien qu’à mes parents ne s’est jamais produit. J’ai dépensé que jour malling et se maintenant distrait pour moi pour ne pas penser à ce jour spécial dans ma vie. Je suis allé au mail avec ma maman et tante. Jour, il avait lieu juste comme un jour ordinaire pour moi puisqu’il n’y a aucun special dans lui de toute façon ! Je ne suis pas une bonne fille à eux, n’ai jamais fait l’I. Quand j’ai su de ce jour, cela que je ne peux pas le faire, j’a pleuré. J’ai pleuré et ai pleuré jusqu’à ce que je sois devenu si fatigué de pleurer au point que je me manque souriant que je fais presque. Mais j’avais appris à froncer les sourcils pour environ des semaines. Le Brian nommé, ne sera pas effacement dans l’histoire de ma vie puisqu’il était la personne qui a fait tous de ceci. Il était trop dur pour faire ceci à moi. Je me suis interrogé si j’aurai ma rancune dans lui ou la pardonne autant que possible et oublie. Je peux pardonner mais je n’oublierai jamais. Il était peut-être un altruiste dans son propre arrangement de quel altruiste doit être. Les gens m’ont dit que qu’il était celui mais moi a dit la personne qu’il n’était pas. Il ne s’est pas inquiété de moi et mon demain. Il s’est inquiété de himself.l cet si égoïste de lui. Il ne m’a jamais laissé goûter l’euphorisme d’être un diplômé à l’université. Je feins toute cette fois que je suis bien bien que profondément l’intérieur je ne sois pas vraiment.
Combien égoïste suis je pour dire que j’envie et déteste le fait voyant mes amis heureux ce jour de repére et de licence… Ce jour, j’avais pleuré à l’hôtel qui nous restions. Pensant cela ce jour, I et mes parents ont été censés être dans Iloilo—exultant, excited et fier. Ce qui s’est produit est autrement. Je les ai faits ai déçu. Ce qui est douloureux plus pour moi en était celui, n’a jamais fait j’a entendu se plaindre de mes parents. Ils m’ont laissé faire ce que je dois faire et ont écouté moi dès le début jusqu’à ce que je finisse. Ils se sont occupés de moi. Ils m’aiment. Ce seul a donné la douleur à mon coeur et au tout je sachant l’amour elles ont pour moi, je ne retournent jamais. Jamais jamais. J’espère juste que le moment viendra, je les rendrai fières de moi. Je veux voir le vrai sourire de leur visage non ces sourires qui étaient si irréels. Une seule façade.
J’ai observé les images de mon groupe. J’ai pleuré. Je me rappelle tout du temps et de chaque mot que Brian a dits me qu’était le 7 avril 2009. Les couples I ivres des bières et se sont laissés deviennent les plus mauvais d’oublier toutes ces situations. Un autre matin est venu, je dois le dire qu’à mon père et moi était si effrayé pourtant lui a compris tout. J’AI FAIT NON FAIT LEUR HEUREUX ET FIERS. JE N’AI PAS FAIT. JE N’AI PAS FAIT. JE ME DÉTESTE VRAIMENT POUR VIVRE TOUT LE CONFORT DANS MOI MAIS JE NE LEUR AVAIS PAS DONNÉ LE PAIEMENT POUR TOUTE LA CECI. IL Y A TELLEMENT DOULEUR À MON COEUR. IL Y A ! J’AI PENSÉ QUE J’AI EU POUR OUBLIER EVRYTHING MAIS QUAND J’AI VU CES IMAGES DE ELLES, SON JUSTE QU’AVANT CE QUE S’EST PRODUIT, IL TOUT EST REVENU SANS DES INTENTIONS EN ME FAISANT LE CRI ENCORE MAIS POUR SAVOR CE MOMENT ACTUEL. JETANT UN COUP D’OEIL À CE QUI S’EST PRODUIT ET JUSTE MOUVEMENT DESSUS. QUOI QU’IL EN SOIT, IL Y A UN TRAVAIL M’ATTENDANT AU CONGRÈS CE JUIN. JE PENSE QUI EST CE QUI MATIÈRE PLUS EN DATE DE MAINTENANT. JE VIVRAI AUSSI NORMALE COMME POSSIBLE. J’OUBLIERAI LE PASSÉ ET DE PHASE POUR LE PRÉSENT. OUI, JE DIRAI LA VÉRITÉ, J’AI SUPPRIMÉ MON ÉMOTION PENDANT CES SEMAINES PASSÉES. J’AI SOURI ET AI SOURI. J’AVAIS APPRIS À OUBLIER CES CHOSES. MAIS MAINTENANT, LES MÉMOIRES J’AI EU I MIAGAO CONTINUE À CLIGNOTER EN ARRIÈRE. LA VOIX DE BRIAN, DU RIRE DE MON GROUPE ET AMIS ET DE CES NUITS J’ÉTAIS AVEC L’OMS DE CES PERSONNES OCCUPÉE DE MOI DANS LA PARTIE LA PLUS DÉVASTATRICE DE MA VIE.
JE VIS ET JE. FAIRE PARTIE DE LUI ” ; SET WET.” ; PLS. VOUS êtes JUSTE la SEULE UNE OMS GAUCHE ME REND HEUREUX.
March 21, 2009 at 4:43 am · Filed under Weblogs
Maintenant, je me demande ce qui serait ma vie maintenant sans personne spéciale de laquelle je suis mis au courant de pendant presque six mois.
Je pleure quand j’ai découvert qu’il m’a supprimé dans son compte d’orkut. Je me sens si désolé quand j’ai vu qu’il m’a supprimé tout partout dans son compte. Il oublie tout. Je ne peux pas respirer. J’ai du mal à respirer. Je ne sais pas quoi faire. Je ne peux pas respirer ! Je le manque beaucoup que je veux lui parler mais je ne peux pas. J’ai effacé son nombre, les messages et lui l’ont fait aussi, il m’a effacé dans son compte, et dans son coeur et esprit. Je me rappelle avant quand nous nous sommes disputés. Il m’a demandé que que si je le déteste je dirai juste lui et lui supprimerait mon nombre et il n’enverra aucun message dans mon téléphone ni appel. Il a dit que si je pense je suis blessé en raison de lui je dois lui dire qu’et il dira pour toujours au revoir parce qu’il est mon choix et il le respectera ! Maintenant, il est terminé. Au-dessus de. Ne peut pas arrêter mes larmes de l’entrée dans mes yeux, je suis ainsi le mal et moi suis ainsi le mal, a mal blessé. C’est vraiment lui. L’extrémité de tout. Il est un type très spécial dans ma vie. J’étais par le passé très heureux quand je lui parle, il est la seule personne qui m’a fait l’outrage de sourire du fait que je suis si fatigué en raison de mes études, il était la personne qui me soulèvent vers le haut. toutes les fois que j’ai des problèmes qu’il était là pour me soulager et maintenant qu’il est entré pour toujours, complètement dans ma vie, je ne fera face pour toujours au jour sans aucun message de lui, email, l’e-carte, la chute dans l’orkut, sa voix dans mon YM, je manquerai périodes quand il m’a appelé gras, moti, graisse, son expression dégoûtante quand il a su que je mange un poulet, une viande et des poissons. Il m’a même dit que cela un jour quand je suis déjà Jennibeth Pandey, il fonctionnera au Royaume-Uni et dedans là nous arrangerons des choses. Je me rappellerai toujours le. Il est partout, il existe chaque nuit, celle que je regarde vers le haut à dans le ciel la nuit. La lune. Il m’a par le passé dit que que tous que je dois faire est aller dehors et regarder la lune et dedans là, je peux le voir ! Comme je stupide suis pour faire ceci. Pleurer parce qu’une gauche plus étrange je. Étranger parce que je ne le connais pas personnellement mais je l’ai connu pendant presque six mois, nous avons eu le groupe de querelles, je versons des larmes en raison de celle, je perdons ma nervosité quand ne peut pas lui parler. et est-ce que maintenant n’importe qui peut m’indiquer que je suis ainsi dans l’amour avec ce type seulement que je lui refuse ? Il est allé maintenant et sera allé pour toujours. Comment est-ce que je peux commencer le jour demain sans penser cette personne ? Sachant que je dois l’oublier pour toujours pas simplement en un jour mais tant que je vis. Il a fait une marque à mon coeur et en raison de ce mal, il était comme j’étais tiré à la mort, marqué un trou à mon coeur qui pour toujours ne guérira jamais. Je le manque tellement mal et et lui, oublier complètement tout au sujet de moi, périodes que nous étions ensemble, me taquinant parce qu’il aiment juste le faire. ! Je demande l’étoile filante comme signe que je l’oublierai entièrement, mais il n’y en a aucun. Ils ciel ont dit le non et mon coeur indique l’aucun aussi, mon esprit indique que je dois oublier lui. Queest-ce qu’un je vais suivre ? Je suis si confus. Je me suis dit avant que je dois arrêter ce sentiment parce que pendant un jour je sais que ceci allant finir. Tous les deux nous se rendent compte qu’un jour l’un de nous partira et que nous devons suivre certain chemin et de cette manière, nous s’oublieront. Nous nous rendons compte de cette chose mais nous sommes ignorants si quand qui se produisent. Maintenant, je dirai, commencer le ce 18 mars, après que ce jour et pour toujours je doive me préparer que chaque fois j’ouvrirai mon messager de yahoo, là n’est aucun qui pas allant apparaître dans mon écran, plus de gras, plus de moti et tous.
Je suis désolé si je ne peux pas dire combien je t’aime parce que je n’ai aucun choix mais pour supprimer quelque sentiments je prenne pour toi. Nous tous les deux savons que ceci va nulle part parce que deux cultures seront impossibles. Beaucoup de fois je l’ai entendu de toi mais je ne peux pas répondre la manière que vous me voulez à. Vous oublier est dur pour faire. Comment est-ce que je peux commencer ? Comment ose le visage d’I demain sans pensée à toi. Je suis blessé tellement mal, je suis blessé. Pouvez vous arrêter ceci déchire de l’entrée dans mes yeux parce que je ne peux pas respirer.
Vous êtes allés pour toujours. Est-ce que c’est ce que vous voulez vraiment ? Me donner juste un signe et je feindrai comme si c’est tout un long rêve.
I will remember all the moments.. I am keeping some memories, I will save it as long as I could but it can nevertheless be broken. Hardly breathing!
March 14, 2009 at 2:51 am · Filed under Weblogs
playing the song… fall for you by secondhand serenade
after two months i am always trying but all those foolish beliefs vanished. Now i lived in reality… impossible to happen! Playing all throughout the game but that night, I finally see the impossibility of things; both were wrong. 
February 22, 2009 at 9:01 am · Filed under Weblogs
Oh mY! I never thought that Lit1 class will be this influential.. I never did something productive for today and I am supposed to do my paper outline in my 192 and 193 class PolSci bUt there’s a certain force which hinders me for completing the necessary stuffs before meeting the deadliest deadline kung hindi, ako ang mamamatay. One wrong move this month, the effect of it will be forever. Now, can somebody tell me how can I act the right and virtuous action per se?! heheh
Anyway, I do not know the person in the name of Danton Remoto but when I finally read some of his works I cannot stop my self from laughing. Ohh he was thought to be running as a Senator in this coming 2010 Philippine election and I was glad that I have chosen him as one of the author or maybe a writer whom assigned to me for my report. Looking into some of his works, I have found one interesting short works by him and it looks like serious but a bit naughty just like the famous Bob Ong who is my personal favorite also. Can I put some of his work to make dirty politics somehow having a taste of fun within the realm?
This work made me laugh all throughout but I like it! It’s all about the 10 messages left on Mar’s Answering Machine–get what I mean? Mar Roxas! See this one…
10: Senator Roxas, this is Yolly Ong of Campaigns & Grey. I think you’ll need our help.
9: Mar, Si Archbishop Cruz ‘to. Amen!
8: Hello senator, Danton Remoto here. Naloka ako sa ‘yo!
7: Hi, it’s Teddy Locsin. I thought my “Fuck You” then was good. But your “Putang Ina” was awesome!
6: Mar, si Erap ‘to. Salamat sa pagmumura mo. At least, mas madaling ma-narrow down ang choices ng opposition.
5: Manuel, this is your mamita! Hijo naman, ano na lang ang iisipin ng akin mga amiga? Na ikaw ay persona mal educado? Na mal ejemplo ako bilang madre de familia? Usted debe pedir perdón! (Read: You must apologize!) Ahora mismo!
4: Hello senator, Danton Remoto again. In fairness, lalaking-lalaki ka that night!
3: Hon, Korina here. Ang tanga-tanga mo! Di ka ba na-inform na may nakatutok na camera?
2: Mar, it’s Senator Villar. Hahahahahahahahaha! One down.
And the No. 1 message left on Sen. Mar Roxas’ answering machine…
1: ‘Tol, si Mikey ‘to. Puta’ng ina mo rin!
February 21, 2009 at 12:39 pm · Filed under Weblogs
against all odds
2:02am
On that day, that was my downfall and I lost everything… “I miss the life, I miss the color of the world, can anyone tell me where I am? I’m tired of living in the dark. Can anyone see me in here?” It was an enormous circumstances upon which I think everyone deceived me in their own way. It was me who carried the burden of the hell and heaven at that time. What am I supposed to do? The question that keeps on bothering my mind since then. It was a big loss on my part when that thing happened! I felt the solitude again, taking second chances was not that easy I was so immune in that process and in that way, that made me sick. Half of it, I have felt the freedom within me; I can do and act things out without hesitation! For the first time, it feels so good to violate things, you thought you cannot. I have achieved my state of nature–own author of what I believed to be more considerable and bearable to rule how my life MUST be.
3:06am there will always be dashes, continuous or not but I know there will come a point in time that there will be a Period and I have frankly made this conversation to someone but unfortunately I was with an escapist entity who does not like to keep the conversation going when everything seems to go wrong and deep to handle.. I might not give the reasonable explanation for all of these but that person knew how much I value what we have been through. Sometimes I could say that there are really things that are impossible to reach though you have tried to give it all. “You just can’t.” Chasing the end of the rainbow is the road that we have to travel to get into the desired condition. My physical existence in the present might not be that euphoric but as what that person told me, “second-life” it is where we will see each other again 
Will there be second-life about to happen? As what I have said, I am whacked with all those second-chances stuffs. It will never be a good ending; living in an orb, cut into pieces without the assurance of a perfect lifestyle. I quenched myself with my own pouring rain and its enough, enough now.
January 31, 2009 at 9:32 am · Filed under Weblogs
January 31, 2009.
Last day for the month of January and who said that each day is just the same as the other day? This morning I set my mind to finish the paper outline in Pol Sci 193 and 192 which happen to be the greatest burden ever in this semester. I woke up late again and as usual I did what am I supposed to do: browsed the books; Ebenstein and other necessary stuffs. Had some glimpse over net since I am netizen and I cannot get over from this disorder as what I called it. Hmmm past 11 in the morning when Rushelle called Diana over the phone to tell her to fix ourselves coz we are going to Hilltop to have our lunch there! Point: tell Jennibeth to take a bath NOW hahaha and why Pretty? Ohhh Charity and I then follow everything that they have said. *the two of us talked about Montesquieu, Locke, Aristotle, separation of power, federal government, Sir Brian(hahaha) and most of all in terms of local context, Sacada workers in Negros Occidental which happened to be my topic in one of my papers…. done! okay wherever we go we have our individual Bible in Political Science, I haven’t have any idea that even inside the bathroom all those dead philosophers are still the topic being considered to be the attention of all things: dead—but alive in the present context! Oh my!!
blah blah blah… HILLTOP! ordered ready… talk and talk! foods and foods.. gossip and gossips hahaha!!!!! Michael, Karen, Darleen, Diana, Charity, Rushelle and ME—what are we doing at that time! Enjoying the day as if there’s no problem in academics with all those bundle of papers waiting for us to get started… Coke, Sprite, talaba, chicken inasal, sisig???? Hope I get this right. After the lunch, gossips again! Until…
KOKOLOGY!!!!!!!!! This Kokology Session makes this day very much interesting. I love this day, I won’t forget this, Kokology must be true, my way of self-discovery thanks for those Japanese author who are involved in this published book… It help us to chill, sit back and relax with all the breeze of the Tagaytay-like environment because of rainshower. KOKOLOGY IS THE MOST INTERESTING WAY OF KNOWING OURSELVES BETTER AND IT iS 99.9% PRECISE IN TERMS OF THE INTERPRETATION or should I say… 100%! very very very true..
after hilltop.. where shall we go? go back to our respective dormitory?? BORING! how about if we go somewhere where we could spend another time together? got it! ICE CREAM… My id actually dictated me to eat mango ice cream since last week and because of limited time I haven’t have the time to fulfill the wishes of my id but now i have to make it sure that I wouldn’t be able to disappoint anything that my id says… and yeahhh ice cream theirs are double dutch—lucky them i don’t like it they are free not to share it to me anyway I don’t mind eating that flavor! I crave for Mango! all of them go for the dutch, 1+1 go for the trio! hahah Hmmmm after… we bought disposable eating utensil and bread.. next destination! OWL or the so-called Ocean Weather Laboratory.. while eating ice cream it would be nice if we have good view of nature–beach! the University beach which I, personally miss a lot. going there makes my mind in a serene state. Hella, Hella FUN! We are like kids, eating those ice creams together haaaaay if only this can happen everyday of our lives I will forget everything.. after?? another KOKOLOGY SESSIOn!!! our favorite part.. Darleen sat at her throne, a big, rounded stone near the beach haha!! formation of a circle! IF YOU ARE IN A MOUNTAIN TO FIND A PRECIOUS STONE…what, weight, what will you do, any choices, etc etc etc??????? SOoooooGreat! I love it! These were the episodes of my life which somehow awakened me from what is fantasy to real….. I have realizations at last! many many many insights indeed. Thanks Kokology–Rush for bringing this and Darleen for the story-telling like session and for reading patiently all those interpretations.
We then went along the beach and as what most of the people do everytime they are at the beach—search and throw a stone at the sea, very common! Until we have decided to…..BEACHSWIMMING!!!!!! yipeeee. This was an unexpected happening. It didn’t came into our mind to go swimming at this day but what is it that triggerred us to bond like this? I knew them much better because of this and this was all a PERFECT day for us! A blossomed milieu that has not been anticipated to happen by anyone else. A close mileage between us never did create any intimidation to express all our sentiment and whatever sensation that were felt this day. This was simply the emollient way of dealing with friends maybe plus factor would be the environment, people and the aura of the day.
January 31, 2009 before this month ends and open for a new month of February we have felt desultory endeavor for the first time in our college years, perhaps! This was different, crazy as what I will call it! This was just a crazy yet profound occurrence in one of my daily encounters with life. At the course of this momentum in our lives, never did we feel neither groggy nor any distress. Its just that I am so ”jammy” to be with them–good people having unique thoughts and perspectives upon the individual’s existence. We are free with no preoccupied thoughts and that we are doing all those things as if this was the last… So Perfect! Feisty companions this day and I will miss the moments really leaving all those sequestered pieces and continue to be with the glistening hiatus away from any apprehensions.
This day was full and filled with surprises!!! THANKS TO MY FRIENDS and MEMORIES! You are giving me reasons indeed to miss you guys if ever we will depart ways after graduation.
October 19, 2008 at 1:44 am · Filed under Weblogs
To see you
When I wake up
Is a gift
I didn’t think could be real
To know that you feel the same
As I do
Is a three-fold utopian dream
You do something to me
That I can’t explain
So would I be out of line
If I said
I miss you
I see your picture
I smell your skin on
The empty pillow next to mine
You have only been gone ten days
But already I’m wasting away
I know I’ll see you again
Whether far or soon
But I need you to know
That I care
And I miss you
MANY TIMES DID THIS SONG PLAYED IN MY PLAYLIST REPEAT AND REPEAT IT ALL OVER AGAIN BUT I STILL LOVE IT!! INCUBUS I AM GETTING HOOKED WITH THEIR MUSIC WHHHOOOA!!!!!!!! SPENDING TIME AT HOME MAKES ME MUCH LAZY NOTHING TO DO WHAT AM I GOING TO DO CAN YOU TELL ME??! MISS YOU, THINK OF OR HATE YOU???? AAAAARRRGG I AM NOT GOING THIS FAR BUT “IF YOU LET THIS DAY DIE, I’LL GO WITH IT.” finding time hoping to find it soon…so undecisive!!
“some days, you and i go mad, our bellies get stuffed full, hearts break, minds snap. we can’t go on the old way so we change. our lives pivot, forming a mysterious geometry.”
Life revolves. we cannot go back one minute, or one day. in light of this, there is no use marking time in any one position. life will continue without you, will pass you by, lwaving you hopelessy out of step with events. that’s why we must engage life and maintain pace. don’t look back, and don’t step back. each time we make a decision, move forward. if our last step gained us a certain amount of territory, then make sure that our next step will capitalize on it. don’t relinquish our position until we are sure that we have something equal or better in our grasp. But how do we develop timing for the process? It has to be intuitive. On certain days, we come to our limits, and our tolerance for a situation ends. When that happens, change without interference of concepts, guilt, timidity or hesitancy. Those are the points when our entire lives pivot and turn toward new phases, and it is right that we take advantage of them. We mark our progress not by the distance covered by the lines and angles that are formed. —-TAO— yyyeeep life’s that!! don’t blame it on me..
October 17, 2008 at 7:44 am · Filed under Weblogs
exams have just finished after all those bloody weeks that the PolSci had huhhhhhh i cannot just imagine how we surpassed all those conflicting moments together. hope everything will be fine after all… yahhh exams had finally ended just this day, i am so happy happy happy happy happy with a “y” and not an “I” so basically i am just so happy (happiness) but scared on what lied ahead after this semester, another braincracker semester awaits us anyway so there’s nothing to enjoy much! yahhhh after all of this, we are like a prisoner who had just given a pardon after so many years hahaha eventually that’s what we feel…. i can’t believe it struggle.sleepless nights.sudan.practicum. huh what else?! a lot more but let it stay that way!
the weirdest night ever….. october 17, 2008! we have just traveled i mean a kilometer walk within Miagao i supposed that would be equivalent to a km my god i was too tired back from the city and here’s my friend, at 8 in the evening—- wanted to buy a medicine for her allergy hhahahaaa my god you know how “bukid” works!!!! tsk tsk tsk my superego is still working even though how tired i am yet i managed to be with a friend with nowhere to go.. wow!
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