Sometimes. SWhut Up

There are times that we have to keep our mouth shut just to be safe. That doesn't mean that we are curtailling the freedom of expressions but rather taking a line on where to darw the right from wrong. Quiet Roland. Be calm and still. There are things in this world that we just have to sit down and do nothing to about it. We have to be numb in order to forget the past and ignored that we've been deeply hurt by the people around us. I have to be blind and deaf of what I saw and what I've heard.

Life nga naman parang buhay

Lahat naman tayo nagbabago. Sometimes, we cannnot accept the fact na nagbago tayo. But we have to accept that we really changed. I thought ganoon kadali ang mag move on and mag pretend na kaya ko, kahit ang totoo ay hindi mo kaya. " Kaya Ko! but deep inside, ouch! ang sakit! " kaplastikan blues ang tawag dyan. Pilit kong paniwalaan ang sarili ko that I really had moved on, partly oo, partly hindai ang naging result. But alam nyo, when we are angry sa isang tao, hinahanapan natin sya ng mga mali just to convince ourselves na hindi na sya mahalaga sa buhay natin. At habang patuloy nating pinapaniwala ang iba na wala na sya sa ating buhay, eh, patuloy naman nating niloloko ang ating sarili. Yan ang trademark nating mga pinoy.
Pero dumating ang pagkakataon sa buhay ko na ang isang pagkukunwaring nalimot ko na ang isang tao ay nahantong sa katotohanan. Lahat ata ng classmates ko alam na kung gaano ako ka inlove kay Joey Park. Hindi ko naman maitanggi dahil mahal ko talaga sya. Wala lang patuloy ko lang silang hinayaan sa pag chichismiss sa mahiwaga kong pagmamahal sa kanya. Kaya ang ending dumating sa kanya ang balita. Eh, anong nangyari, deadma lang sya, palibhasa ipinanganak na manhid. As in manhid, capital D-O-G. hahaha..
There was a point na nawala din yung feelings ko sa kanya. Dahil sa kabatuhan nya at pagiging insensitive, naku, walang taong makaka survive sa aura nya. grabe.
But you know what, when worst comes to worst, worst pa rin yun lang.

Kaya ngayon nagbabagong buhay na ako. Isang bibo, kung gawing o ang i maging bobo.

Kaya hanggang sa muli.. ito si katangahnag Roland goodbye.

Let's get acquianted!!

Wala'y mga lingaw

A Prayer for a Friend.

The only reason why i didnt take up nursing is because i have a phobia in blood. Yes, there is a part of me that wants to take up nursing for practicality's sake. Dollars, cars, mansion, name it, then a nurse can have it. Following the whisper of my heart, here I am taking up Mass Communication. Afterall, this is my passion. Life!
My life is concentrated on the four walls of Guy Hall. The old building serves as my training ground as I continue to quest for excellence as mass media practitioner.
My anger and pain to all nurses goes down deep into my bones. Why are those people taking that stupid course? Why? Et al.

A beautiful Sunday excites me to wake up early to attend a retreat of a religion class. The fact that it is a required activity for the class; and the truth that my crush is attending. Then here I come playing such immoral act of flirting just to get the attention of Samuel. Eventually my attention turn to other things - the scenery was great. The bridge, the river, the sea, the cottages gave me the nerve to appreciate the beauty of the world. The cold wind that blew my face gives me a courage to move on and forget about Joey. At least, in one way or the other I stay away from thinking of him, which will end up of being afraid in the future that we can never be together.

Being confused with religion and spirituality, I was challenged with something that renew my entire self . The meditations calm me down, and refresh my mind from the stress. Yes, the purpose of the retreat was successful on my side. The 250 peso contribution was worth it.

Finally we reached the end of the retreat. He drove his motor alone. As I watched him getting farther from me. A loud noise crashed the serenity of the place. I rushed to the place where the noise came from. I cannot believe that it was him lying in blood along the street. The incident was fast. I can’t even recall how did I get there and most of all how did I ended up hugging him with his bloody clothes. I hold his hand as tight as tight as I could, I can feel his breath as I go near him holding his head. My tears just feel from my eyes, And I cannot control my emotion but just sob in sadness. Just as I arrived at the hospital, my heart was beating like the beat of drums in a festive event of Sinulog event. The next thing I knew he is in a choma state. I cant help but ask the doctor the condition. " He's on the stage 7 of critical condition." What is the posibility of it? Possibilty? He will die.

My vision became blurred- it was a black sunday.

Joey Forever!

KISS:
Keep
It
Simple,
Stupid

Love Potion

A magic just filled the air unconsciously as I let each day passed. Yes, I tried my best to regain my identity eventhough I know for fact that it will hurt many people. While I was on the process of rediscovering myself I didn’t notice the people around me. I was surrounded with selfishness and greed and my natural milieu then was the dark side of life. I keep on moving on to a place where I want to test the limit of my soul. There was a point along my journey when I was about to give up with all the things I want to achieve. I was totally hopeless that I just want to be alone and enjoy the company of my spirit and mind, which goes along with my heart. That was the time when I forgot that God is still there waiting for me. I’m not religious in the first place. But there’s something within me that I can’t just ignore. And finally at this very moment I realize how great God is, how did He show me that life is still wonderful.
How did I know that was magic?

The moment I touch his shoulders trying to feel at the very buttom of my self his scent and the longing to hug him so tight, I didnt realize that I have found the answers Ive been asking since I know him. I still love him more that anybody else in this world. No matter how I deny that I Have given up, But myself keeps on telling me that I cannot hide, I can only run. And running away isnt a good way of testing your emotions. I tried to let go, but I was such a fool letting him go out of my life. Why will I take my happiness away from me? Why do I have to make things complicated when I can make it easy and simple?

I want to spread my wings up high and tell the entire world that I still love him. Yes.. Sarang Hejo, Joey.
Why cant you see it..

One day I just smell that the scent was magic>> yes a mgic of love

Mostly Mozart

the cool breeze of the night gave me a feeling of being romantic. that is why im wearing formal wear that night just to give value to my emotion. finally i reached the venue of a required activity of my fine arts class. nothing knew about it. it was just i'm excited to tolerate the extreme boredom of the night, maybe that would qualify me to be a magna cum laude. my teacher once told me that to be a magna or a summa cum laude we should have high tolerance on boredom. And I pass that test, i was able to ease almost three hours of dead harmony and music of Mozart. But that did not ruin my night. Rudolf, the pianist is very gwapo and the like et.al., but his beauty did not win back my interest on listening attentively on mozarts stupid music. So chances are, i have to talk with my pals while waching and listening the show. Hmm.... and hour after, the boredom didnt go intense, instead, we were talking and laughing all night since we open issues about crushes and lovelife. And to sum up that very long story i made an analysis out of it.

Greek- is a word for people in Greece, but in Silliman it is a name that would tickle your heart out. Quiet, complicated, but it would make you flirt the moment when you glance him up on the upper seats in his elegant and seductive red sexy shirt, oh, el greco!!!! in fact this became an argument of the night of who owns, him? Jhay ar? Bes? Mhadol? Me? Funny Folks isnt it?

Korean- a term used to identify a person in Korea. but last night, that word is means love. recalling last weeks event, I was able to establish a love team in a polsci class, Kim Jin. just a flick to spice up my polsci class. Boo Bae, a BC classmates who knew my secrets about my hidden romance on joey park. Joo Hye, who agreed to call her sis, as an endearment name. Peter, my bestfriends new dream boy, Miji, shin, and many more korean friends.. too many to mention. And most of all my true love Joo Young.

This night, is just one worth to remember...

A New day had just begun....

Nothing new at all..
I'm just happy.......
with ....
my.....
new
BLOG!!!