Maalaala Mo Kaya??

I'm ruthless. I don't want to be one, but i am.

May mga pagkakataon lang talaga na halos di makain ng aso ang ugali ko. I admit that. I'm used to the reaction of people asking KINSA NA SI ROLAND DICEN? ah, katong maldita. snob. et al... I can't blame them, that's how they look at me. That's there first impression. At nirespeto ko yun. It takes time to know one. Kung sa bagay wala pang nakaalam sa tunay na storya ng buhay ko. maaring marami akong kaibigan, which i believe kokonti lang., peeo ni isa sa kanila walang alam sa tunay na pagkatao ko. As much as i want to tell them, but i can't. natatakot ako na baka mawala sila sa buhayko. Although i don't care sa reactions nila, pero takot pa rin ako. takot akong mawalan ng mga taong in one way or another nagpapaligaya sa akin.

Lumaki ako sa mundong higit pa sa kwentong pang MMK. Kinagisnan ko na lahat ng pang-aapi sa buhay. gusto ko mang isulat dito,pero hindi ko magawa, anybody can read and get access of this. Hindi koikinahihiya ang kwento ko. I'm proud because i reach this far. I'm proud because ni minsan hindi ako sumuko sa laban ng buahy. I'm proud dahil nakita ko kung gaano ako katatag sa lahat ng dagok. At wala akong pinagsisihan na napagdaanan ko ang nga karanasang yaon, because i wouldn't be who i am today.

Hindi man marami ang naaalala ko sa aking nakaraan, pero mnakikita ko pa rin kung paano ko hinubog ang aking sarili bilang isang tao. Grade One ako noon. I'm behind ng isang taon sa normal grade one student. I got sick na halos hindi ako makalakad. sabi ng mama ko, milagro raw na nakalakad ako after inflected with polio. Alalang-alala ko pa kung paano ko binigkas ang mga unang abakada. masaya ako when i'm in school. kasi lago akong tinatawag ng teacher ko. May mga pagkakataon ring pumalpak ako. Minsan, oral recitation noon ng abakada na walng kopya. kaso, hindi ko memoryado ang abakada. nagtago ako sa ilalim ng desk at umiyak.. typical grade one nga.. pagkatapos ng taon, masaya naman, first honors ako, dahil laging absent ang dapat sanang first honors. buti na lang always present ako.

Grade two. Kaklase ko ang lahat ng mga matatalino sa school. section A. hindi ko masyadong nagustuhan ang buhay ko rito. Ang daming favoritism. Ang mga classmates ko laging nagdadala ng mga mama nila sa school. kulang na lang papasukin ang mga magulang nila sa loob ng classroom. Tapos, ang teacher ko, laging tumatanggap ng mga kung ano anong ibinibigay ng mga magulang. Corrpution talaga. first hon. men. ako. Ok lang at least hindi buntot ng buntot ang mama ko sa school.

Grade three. Naging teachers pet ako. halos gawin aakong katulong ng teacher ko. kulang na lang sabihin niyang punta ka sa bahay ko, umuwi kasi maid ko sa probinsya. akalain niyo pinabibili niya ako ng mga ititinda niya sa loob ng classroom during class hours. pero ayos lang, pag may exam sa ang mga classmates ko, perfect naman ako. galing noh? dahil gahaman din ang teacher ko sa binibigay ng mga parents, naging 2nd hon. men. ako.

Grade 4 ko nalaman na girlalou ako. unang tumibok ang puso ko kay Janus Cedrick Grapa. cute pa niya noon. hindi gaya ngayon na mukha niya parang si fernando poe..... ipagpapatuloy

thoughtless

to my dearest piggy bank ROY

hindi mo lang alam kung gaano ako kabaliw sayo. i don't know kung bakit ang laki ng paghanga ko sayo. basta ang alam ko masaya ako pag nakita kita. sayang nga lang first year ka pa. sobrang bata mo para sa akin. pero ang sabi nila age doesnt matter. pero, i'd like to refute on it. age matters talaga. ewan ko ba, wala lang talaga ankong maiisip na isusulat. basta ang alam ko honor ako. at may praktis kami mamaya sa filipino. nakakapagod nga eh. pero gusto kong matulog, pero, huwag na muna. kakain pa ako. baw...

A True Rizalian

I'm always fascinated on how Ambeth Ocampo write articles about our national hero Rizal. When I took the subject Rizal, I only knew one thing about him. He is our national hero- that's all. As the semester goes by and passes by swiftly. I became interested of the hero's life, works and writings. First, a single book, then another, after the other, some more. Until questions bloat up in my mind out of curiousity and confusions. Is Rizal gay? was he guilty of the sedition? was he innocent? and so many others. It came to a point where i asked, was he an idealist or a realist? confusing isn't it?

yesterday was the rizal day of my student life, if i may call it. the week is about to end. tired and exhausted of the major projects and assignments, I still find time reading things about Rizal. First, yesterday was the day when i completely read the book of Zaide. Then, I watch the Rizal the movie with my classmates, late night I watch the Calamba Joe, again, a musical play about Rizal.

Rizal represents two sides of my life as a reflection. One side is the side of education and accomplishments. He instilled to every filipinos the love of education and the importance of being educated. the other side is the weakness in a relationship. the way i look at it.he failed in almost all his relationships. or if not, he would ran away at the point of intimacy.

Rizal was not just a hero, he was more of an ordinary mortal. like you he failed, hurt himself and move on.

hanggang pangarap na lang talaga ang lahat

i want to believe na ang lahat ng bagay na nangyayari sa mundo ay may dahilan. Ang pag-ihip ng hangin, ang pag-agos ng ulan, ang pagtawa natin, ang pagluha at lahat lahat ng emosyon ng tao. Lahat ng mga nakikita natin sa araw-araw ay may dahilan, mga palatandaan at ang mga taong maaring babago at magiging parte ng ating buhay. gusto kong maniwala sa lahat ngmga ito. On the other side of the coin, naiisip ko, papaano ako maniniwala sa mgs ito na alam ko mismo na may mga bagay talagang hindi pwedeng mangyari. Hindi ng lahat ng gugustuhin at nanaisin natin ay magkatotoo.

For the past months, naisip ko how thankful am i na nakilala si edgardo agustin navarro. I saw something in him na ako mismo di ko kayang maipaliwanag. Pinilit kong makilala pa siya ng husto, pero takot na itong puso kong magmahal pa muli. takot na baka isang araw, i will be in dark corner na walanmg patutunguhan. Masakit mang isipin pero ito ang katotohananng kailangan kong harapin. At habang maaga pa lang, dapat tigilan ko na ang nararamdaman. I'm not angry to anybody, pero naniniwala ako na kung para sa iyo ang isang bagay, it will really come. wag mong hanapin, hintayin mo lang.

The Kid

the night before christmas something happened to me. I don't know if that has significance to me as a person. For almost nineteen years of my life, I never experience to ride on a merry-go-round showcesed in the carnivals and amusement parks. And that nineteen years, I missed my childhood memories for i never enjoyed such ride when i was a kid. I can't believe I waited 19 years of my life just to ride that thing. I was hesitant at first. all the kids are on their way to ride. i was there too. the ride was fun. i never imagined it could be as enjoyable as watching my favorite movies or even more. Riding that thing made me realize that kids would always be kids. That 15 minute ride made me realized many things about life. Sometimes, we have to think that we're still kids to forget our problems or we have to fool ourselves and pretend that we're okay when in fact were deeply troubled inside. Sometimes we want to resign being a teenager and be a kid again. for you will not worry of problems in life. All you have to do is to think that candies and chocolates are the only thing that could make the world go round. You don't have to worry on brain cracking homeworks and the like. You just have to be yourself and enjoy life to the fullest.

Most of the time, i wonder, I want to be a kid again.

The Korean Idols

things yet to come

new chapter of rizal

my dream that one day......

saying goodbye to 2006, and saying hello to 2007!

bukas na walang hanggang, ikaw ang lahat sa akin.

will i forget you? how can i control my heart if it still beats for you?
and if now is not the time to love, will it be on a vague tommorrow?
or forever in be my love on my dreams?

Did i regret the things that happened in my life? of course not. I wouldn't be who i am today if i regret those moments when people hurt me badly.

I don't feel the spirit of christmas. Another year will end, and a new one will start. Looking back on the past year, i have learned so many things in life. All of those experiences taught me lessons that made me more meticulous and careful.

thank God for a new day

kahit hindi ako ganoon ka sersyoso in religion classes, but strong ang faith ko sa kanya. there were times that I want to question and complain to him why do I have to experience pain. why me of all people. All these questions bothered me everytime i'm in the lowest point of my life.there were times that i thought of committing suicide just to solve all my problems. But i was wrong, I realize that EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON and EVERYTHING HAS ITS OWN PURPOSE.

I thank all the people who offended me and hurt me badly. I thank them for opening my eyes that after grieving life has to go on and move on. I thank them for giving me pain that lead me to revenge, and that revenge is success in my academic life. I thank them for breaking my heart into pieces, with it i'm getting numb. I thank them for the moments that they shared with me, the moments which seemed to be all hypocrisies. I thank them for that, cause if they did'nt, i wont be meticulous in choosing friends. I won't.

Life is not about being the best, but its about bringing out the best in you. I felt insecure when i don't have things that other people have. I pity myself for such unimportant material thing in life. Everytime I experienced these kind of feelings, I feel i 'm the most unfortuunate creature on earth. AGAIN, THE MOST UNFORTUNATE CREATURE ON EARTH. I tried to fight back the tears. I tried to live my life the best way as I could. Although most of the time I pity myself, I still stand up straight with poise telling everybody that I am what I am.

I don't care if my friends are not campus figures, popular, fashionista, or whatever its called [ social climber?] Because they are true. and I would always find a friend in them. They made me think that if we hold on together, we can make this earth a better world to live in. [ song background, hawak kamay by yeng constantino... hawak kamay...]

Thank you Lord God for giving me my best buddies, Mhadol and my besy Honey Mae

If Love were Easy, Life would be too Simple

I strongly believe in fate. Each individual is born to be destined for somebody. But to start it up, we have to move to make these fate and destiny into reality. Yes, this may sound ridiculous, but fate and destiny are temporary illusions, and its our choice to make these into a permanent reality. Fate will lead us to the real happiness, happiness which we can equate to success and fullfilment of our goals in life. Destiny is undefinable if we do not know how to love, may it be parents, office mates, class mates, friends, and most of the time to the opposite sex. LOVE, DESTINY and FATE comes together in one way or the other. When we love, love as if there's no tomorrow> Love unconditionally, don't expect anything in return.
Love with all your heart. Forget the people around you. Be blind yet passionate. for its the key to your destiny..
Live, Love and Fulfill your destiny..

Intramuratic Fever

Sa dami -dami ba ng kailangan gawin sa buhay, bat kailangan pang makisawsaw sa mga bagay na hindi naman dapat kailangan bigyan ng pansin. The truth of the matter is, kahit anong iwas natin, its a human nature na makisawsaw sa mga intriga. Sa twing darating ang mga panahon na gaya nito, nakababagot na manood ng mga games. I assume, lahat ata gustong umuwi sa kanilang probinsya upang doon makipaglandi. Flirting, sa ingles. Well, ganito talaga ang second sem, habol dito habol don, kaso, nagmumukha na tayong aso sa kahahabol sa mga kapwa aso. Maiba nga ako. bakit ba, nakakainis ang intrams, why do i feel this intramuratic fever? wala kang makausap, wala kang kasama at wala kang magawa. Kulang na lang magpakamatay ka. Para wala ka ng isiping bukas. May mga teachers naman na walang patawad sa kakabigay assignment na para bang walang bukas. Di bale na lang ang intrams, basta wala lang assignments, pero hindi eh, mas ok pang walang intrams kasi, less assignment. So kakainis talaga. There are times that you think na bakit ba you always crave for challenge kahit ang totooy nagtatapang-tapangan ka lang. Why pretend?

Ang araw na ito ang isa sa pinakawalang kwentang araw ng buhay ko. Today is the day of my life that i did not give a thousand percent on my job, and i hate this feeling////

thursday the 23rd

kay bilis ding lumipas ang panahon at nalimutan ko na kung sino ako at ang buo kung pagkatao. Hindi na bago sa akin ang mga bagay nato. This is just one of a million times na nangyari sa akin ito. Nagbago man ang aking paningin sa mga bagay-bagay, nananatili pa rin akong matatag na may bukas pa rin. at ang bukas na yun ang magpapalaya sa aking masakit na kahapon.

Wala na akong hiniling pa sa Diyos, kundi ang maging maligaya. November is just one of the ordinary months of the year, apart from the fiesta and the intramurals-everything is normal. Until one day, naging special sa aking ang buwewan na 'to. Simula pa lang ng class, mag-isa lang ako, wala ang tropa, at shocks, nag-iisa ka in most of your subjects. Cool. Ikaw ang star. Palibhasa wala kang ka kompetensya. When I learned that my math 11 teacher was the terrorist. I drop it agad. No second thoughts about it. Deciding on what to add, eh, naghistory na lang ako. Rizal. Ok? solve agad di ba?

In the afternoon, pumasok agad ako sa History 41 ko. hmm.. seems like wala ang teacher. But k lang. My attention was focused sa isang cute na chinito three chairs away from me. Cute sya yun lang.

Pero habang tumatagal lalong lumalala ang paghanga ko sa kanya. habang tumatagal parang nahuhulog ako kay ed. I don't know kung bakit. Ngayon ko lang sya nakita sa buong buhay ko. Pero para bang matagal na kaming magkakilala. he's so amazing. period. nag isip akong baka nga i like him.

As usuall, i ask for a sign. Nangyari. Nakita ko sya on the 23rd, thursday. Four times.

Its all coming back to me now

I thought, Nakalimutan ko na sya. Akala ko i have moved on. I mean, nabuhay ako the past months na hindi ko sya iniisip at hindi ko sya inaalala. KArma nga naman oo. Naging masama ang pagtrato ko sa kanya. I'm so mean. I waited eight months para makita ko sya. lintik na enrollment na yan. Bakit ba nag krius ang aming landas. Ang landas na walang patutunguhan. I don't know kung naiinis ako sa kanya o nagseselos. Galit ako sa kanya until now. Galit na galit at sukdulan hanggang langit. Bakit ko ba kailangan ipagduldulan ang sarili ko sa taong hindi na man magiging akin. I promise myself na hindi na ako maaaffeted but bakit ganoon, nakita ko lang sya, parang bumalik ang lahat. Bakit affected pa rin ako. Ba't hindi ko pa rin nalimot sya.

The Long Day is almost Over

Beating up deadlines, chasing teachers for projects, sleepless study nights and life-long lonelinesss. Perhaps these would describe my supercalifrgilisticexpialiducious schedule for the last three minutes before the semester ends. No problem, I got my coffee more then a usuall way. I felt i'm was sick for the last five months of my second year. Yes, I'm so sick of schooling. So sick of news articles. and so sick of meeting nothing but morons in the college. I hate to see people who would carry my blood up to my head. I hate to see dwarfs and pigs in school. I hate all of them. I hate that one-eyed woman who thinks shes pretty, which in fact she's not. Trying to avoid thinking of this monsters, I ask, what would be us next semester. what would be the next challenges in my academic life? and most of all, how many will be left behind for com22? How many? If I cant make it. I'd probably hang myself in one of those historcal acacia tree near Gay Hall. Or hang myself through the ball of the gates of knowledge. I swear I'll do that. I'm not that dumb. I'm just bored sitting 24/7 in a plastic chair listening to a bored to death matters about newswriting. Sometimes I failed in her exams, but most of the time I pass. But hey, thats not an assurance. Everything change. Even grades. Even people around you. even your friends and even the persons whom you thought would care for you.
If I were to evaluate this semester, many things worked out differently. I dont know why but I guess there's a reason behind it. Let me detailed the story.

jhay-ar, mhadol, meh,thea banded together. I dont know how it strated, but we just come together to fool around late at night. I dont know if i feel happy or sad about it, but things have really changed. When Joey left me, part of me is lost. Until now, I still care for him. Sad thing about it, i lost my bestfriend. I dont know how, it fades away like a wind. I thought it was easy for me na mawala si joey sa buhay ko, nakarma siguro ako, pati si bessy nawala na.. To make the long story short, I realize that the word friend does not exists. Ang tanging nabubuhay ay ang sarili mo, kaluluwa mo at konsyensya mo.

Next sem, I dont know baka wala na akong kilala. sad.hmmh.hmhm.hmhm

Mga di mapantayang kwento ng isang kolehiyala

lahat ata ng college pipz naranasan na ang mga kalbaryo sa buhay. I thought ganoon lang ang lahat, study, and pass your exams. Pero hindi eh, ibang college ang nakita ko. Eto yung kung kelan palapit na ang finals saka bubundok ang mga requirements. Anak ng papel! paper works here, paper works there,papers everywhere. Siguro isinumpa na ang course namin na sumulat hanggang sa aming kamatayan. Ewan ko ba kung bakit pa ako nag rereklamo eh, kagustuhan ko kayang maging isang mamamhayag. Sa kahit anong lingwahe pwede na huwag lang bisaya, naku! baka langgan at ipis lang ang babasa ng sulat ko. Nakakabaliw ang course ko. Sabi ng marami, ito raw ang madaling kurso, I mean, no board gaya ng ibang course at higit sa lahat, pa cute ka lang sa camera o papogi sa newspaper. People nga naman o, walang ibang magawa kundi ang manira ng kurso. Hindi ko rin sila masisisi, eh, halos totoo naman ang sinasabio nila eh. Medyo pagod na rin ako sa kakaisip na ipaglabanang course ko sa kanila. Sa halip eh, ako na rin mismo ang sumira sa kurso ko. Simulan na natin ang mahabang diskusyong ito. Nakakatawa ang mga tao sa aming college. Lahat ata parang donuts, iba ibang kulay at iba iba rin ang lasa. Minsan, nagkaroon ako ng professor na sobrang kikay. Sa sobrang color oriented, para siyang chameleon- yung tipo bang anong kulay na mahawakan eh, yun na rin ang magiging kulay niya. Ganyan mismo si maam. Pag pink ang color of the day, naka pink siya. O di ba bonga.!! pero in fairness sobrang malaki magbigay ng grades. na mi miss k tuloy siya. Kung student org lang naman ang pag-uusapan, wala ng mas pangit pa sa org namin. KAPUNUNGAN SA MGA MASS COMMUNICATORS KMC, kung tawagin. ito ang org na parang zoo. lahat ng hayop at insekto kumpleto. May aso, odie kung tawagin. May baboy, at anak pa ng baboy. Hindi rin mawawala ang mga paepal, at feeling maganda. Higit pa sa zoo animals ang org namin. may kahalo pang mga halimaw at mga hayop na sa kathang isip lamang makikita. May presidenteng sing liit ng dwarf ni snow white, at kasing boses pa ni mahal. Ayyy,, nakakabaliw. Pero may genyo din sa org, tipong matalino at gwapo.. itago natin sa pangalang dirgy. liban doon. mga maligno na ang mga ksali sa org. ewan ko ba kung bakit ako sumali sa kmc, siguro nadala na rin ako sa mga clasmates kong panay tulak sakin na sumali sa eleksyon. Nagsawa na rin ako sa kaka adjust sa mga taong wala dito ang character. Hmm.. I mean di ko maka jive sa kanila. Nainis rin ako sa treasurer naming iisa lang ang mata- yung bang anak ni captain hook. sobrang feeling maganda, akala mo iya na ang pinakamagandang kabayo sa balat ng lupa. Hay, wala na ever. Wala na akong masabi pa. Nagsisisi rin ako minsan kasi malaki ang pagkukulang ko sa council. Naging pabaya ako in other words. At least nakita ko ang sarili ko sa pagiging pabaya sa council. Ito yung pagiging usisera sa mga koreano. Mga koreanong nagpapatibok ng aking puso. Una, si joey, yun bang anak ng kangaroo, pero di naglaon, nag break din kami. wala lang- it did not work out. Pangalawa si jung seoung, naging teleserye ang tagpo at hiwalay naming dalawa, pinagtagpo sa aksidente at pinaghiwalay sa aksidente. Malas nga naman talaga, mahal ko pa naman yun. Pero sa awa ng Diyos ok na siya. At pinakabago kong pantasya ay walang iba kundi ang tutor kong si Jin young. ewan ko ba mahal ko na ata siya. feeling ko masasabi ko ang mga katagang he makes my day. Ang sagwa noh??

Pero manalo matalo, mag brown out man o hindi, hindi pa rin bababa ang presyo ng gasolina. At lalong hindi bababa ang tuition fee ng silliman. Kaya ang nararapat gawin huwag mag aral. Maging prosti na lang>>>

Kwentong Baliw

There are always options in life, kung baga sa palengke, bargain, tawaran, para mas popular. I realize that we have to accept things that we cannot change. Sometimes dpat nating tanggapin na tayo ay talunan. Walang laban at bobo. Ilang beses na rin akong naging tanga no, at sa daming beses ng pagiging tanga ko, hindi pa rin ako natauhan. di ko na ata mabilang kung ilang beses kong inuntug ang aking ulo sa pader para lang matauhan, pero wala pa rin eh, heto parin ako ipinanganak na tanga. Ngek, pabalik balik lang ata ako sa kakasulat nito. Iim stupid. Im sick. et al. Anak ng bobo naman oh,Magdadapit hapon noon, andoon ako, palakad lakad, pakembot kembot at para bang gustong magpakamatay sa lungkot at lumbay. Ilang beses rin akong nag isip kung paano ako magpapakamatay. Ang dami kong naging choices- magbigti, uminom ng muriatic acid. hindi huminga sa gitna ng com 21 class, o kayay matulog ng mahimbing na wala ng bukas. Sa dami na choice ko, di ko na alam kung saan at ano ang dapat gawin.Pero, nawala rin sa isip ko ang pagpapakamatay, sa halip naghanap ako ng bagong kakagiliwan, ang tutor kung medyo stupid. sarap sabunutan, sampalin at higit sa lahat halikan. hehe. ang sagwa ko no? Masarap kasama ang tutor ko, sobrang kulit, chismoso at hindi mapigil ang bibig. Cute rin naman sya. kaso nga lang, may katabaan. konti lang naman. Cute ng tutor ko! talaga. swear.Dahil sa pagod na ako, at inaantok na ipagpapatuloy ko ito sa susunod na kabanata.

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