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Happy birthday bruuuuuuh. :D

– For the second time around, I’m greeting another brother of mine with the same line. He even requested my mom to delay his birthday celebration for three days so that I can join them when I go home.

I wanted to greet you, dear brother A HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY. LOTS OF LOVE, GOD BLESS YOU! STAY SAFE AND COOL.

Ivan

Here is my younger brother, Rafael Ivan.

Perhaps he is not the very clingy type of person, I admire him for being a responsible and thoughtful child. He makes sure that the important people around him are well taken care of. He actually cares a lot even though there are times that he will not directly show it to us. I can say that in our brood, he is the most reserved and conservative person because he is usually the one who keeps his money well, and other stuffs that can testify to such statement. What is good about this is that he turns out to be resourceful. He cannot resist seeing his loved ones enduring difficulties so he finds ways to help as much as he can- indeed, a practical yet loving man. He always tries to work hard to achieve the goals he really wants. I am so proud that he is my brother. Yeah he may have the looks. He’s into sports, too. Similar to what I’ve said to my previous related post, I don’t tell it to him/ them too often because I am not fond of telling sentimental things to my family members. It gets too mainstream for me. As long as I know he has me and I have him, I’m sure I’ll strive for the best to succeed in our endeavor.

We used to grow up together so I know much about him. Now that I’m in college and I have to live away from them, I still do not forget the moments whenever we used to have our simple bonding (there will be small fights though oftentimes we collaborate with each other)- If they only know how much I miss them, how much they give me strength to continue fighting, how much they motivate me to be better and excel in everything that I do. I want to thank my brother for all the things he has sacrificed for me and for our family. I definitely would have to avoid the wrong path because I have yet to prove that this is all worth it and someday I’m going to pay him back. While we have each other, I can carry on.

 

Day and night

Rain or shine

I’ll find a light

That is divine

 

For you dear brother

Is the very reason why

Ate must be tougher

Struggles, I can defy.

 

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Happy birthday bruuuuuuh. :D

– Those were the only words I have posted on his facebook wall, and nothing else. I don’t think he would appreciate it very much if I put on some clingy messages and photos to show in public. What I am actually doing is to make a phone call to greet him. Perhaps I cannot explain that feeling when my siblings are having their birthdays consecutively and I’m not even home to celebrate with them.

I hope they understand. I hope they know that while I’m physically away, my heart is left with them. There’s not a day that I do not think of them whereas they are the foundation, the push, and the motivation that keeps me going.

Well, whoever you are reading this right now… I am warning you. The following texts are emotional. The writer has been carried away!

HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROTHER! I LOVE YOU. GOD BLESS.

STAY SAFE. STAY COOL.

bruh

Here is my youngest brother, Romson Simon.

He is our sweet little boy who will soon grow up into a man, still a very caring and loving man. In our brood, he is usually the most laid-back; but when he starts working on a task that he is really passionate about, he transforms into his creative and hardworking side. Also, he is a sporty kind of guy. He may be a mischievous child but he is thoughtful, too. He does not pretend for he tells what he thinks and means it. He is strategic more than the academic type of person when dealing with real life situations. I am quite proud of him and he does not know that. Why? Because we are not the ultimate showy people who praise each other. We frankly point out our flaws yet deep inside, we know we’re one another’s best.

I know him because we used to grow up together- one home, one family. Until the time came that I have to leave our house because I’m stepping into college. I miss my siblings so much but I do not tell them because I do not want to relive the feelings that can make them sad. Each time I feel that pain of not seeing them for months, I try my best to fight. I study hard to finish my schooling and find a job that will ideally support them. My mind has been set to give back to them every single thing that they have sacrificed for me. I owe them my life.

 

Day and night

Rain or shine

I’ll find a light

That is divine

 

For you dear brother

Is the very reason why

Ate must be tougher

Struggles, I can defy.

 

 

 

 

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A Game of Juggling

Through a student’s perspectival world…

If you were to pick one to let go: between social life, good grades, and sleep- what would it rather be?

It’s quite hard to choose. At first, I’d tell you I am willing to let go of sleep for a cup of coffee and a bite of apple can attest to that; but honestly, whenever I get back to bed, it feels like a promising forever.

Perhaps I swear to God, I am never letting go of my good grades! Oh mighty heavens. Shall it be the moment of truth? A moment that tells me to pick my social life and throw it… to far, far away. I can’t. Now that it gives me the enjoyment of a company and the achievement of a particular goal, more than a chunk of academics, I can finally taste the sweetness of defeat and the spice of fulfillment.

Look, I understand if nobody cannot really understand what I am saying right now. My mind is so full. So do my soul.

My point is, who really cares of what we are going to choose among these three significant aspects of our lives? Does anybody even show some concern unto you deciding what’s right? Is there something that is really right? How can you distinguish? As for me, as long as I know I love what I’m doing, I cannot go wrong. It might be different from the views of others, but this is me and I’d hate not to stand by it.

I choose good grades. I dare to socialize. I can’t truly abandon sleep. Only if I can juggle them all too well, then I don’t have to worry insanity and stuffs. The thing is, I am far beyond the master of this game which life has been offering me. Ask me, I play. I can’t guarantee you that I will ace this battle; but remember that as much as my chances of losing this, is the amount of opportunities that I can actually win.

Sure win. Just with the fact that I learn while I explore and discover the tricky things, I am telling you guys I’m going home a victor. I’m taking home the bacon. Hail me as champion for I played a game I haven’t been familiar with; yet I tried. I succeed.

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Creeped Out Valentine’s

One of the toughest days I’ve ever had,

So help me God.

Those lines were the only thoughts that I was able to put into concrete terms as posted on my twitter and facebook accounts. Yesterday was full of hassles yet I don’t regret breathing, I don’t forget breathing. I survived anyway and most of all I managed myself. I managed to have my tasks done. I managed to live by the day. I managed to look forward for a rest when the night comes and eventually wake up on a beautiful sunrise. Perhaps it’s just too ideal but I liked it in some way that it could be an aid to keep me going and do better.

So I’m starting to recall what happened on the night of February 13. I was coping up with usual works both in school and in house. Well, I ate lunch and watched Penelope before I went back working. Procrastination is part of the process. I have five classes to deal with the next day, from 7:30 AM to 4:30 PM. In that case, I have to (at least) wake up before the clock strikes at 5 in the morning and take my daily dose of cold showers.

I thought I would be late in my PE classes for the first time because while on my way to school, vehicles were even more jammed. Lucky I was wrong because it’s our professor who came late for the first time. No, it’s not funny. I don’t like to be late either if that happened to me. The class reporters continued their very long discussions that already lasted for two weeks. I knew that we’re having a quiz when they finished. I was not able to prepare for it maybe because the notes as I could see were rigorous texts sticking on thick sheets. Ready or not, quiz started. I just answered the questions with all that I could. After that, I had a brunch in less than ten minutes. A friend chose to stay with me in the caf even if it meant reviewing along the offbeat notes breezing in… oh it’s Valentine’s Day. Some of the people would refer to it as S.A.D. representing Single Awareness Day (Who cares? I’m celebrating it for 17 years, by the way). Next class on Speech Communication coming in. Well, I’m kind of tensed whenever I’m thinking of the idea that I do not have any bloc mate; but since I really like our prof and her teaching styles, I’m kind of enjoying it, too. We had the lectures there and another activities that would keep bothering me as days got to pass by. It’s always like that. Flexibility is a must… versatility at its finest. From time to time, I’d have to update my personal and academic schedule in one.

I headed to JL Bldg. because I needed to have our research paper’s last chapter printed. Overpricing (to what I believe it is… because I used to walk near UC to look for  Piso Print Shops) was expected. Staple wires ran out, never mind. I was touched by a relief that I finished an output of one of the heavy papers we’re asked to write about. Next, I’ve had to stay in the library for an hour to please *note to self that I had to browse my Math lessons for the exam, though I couldn’t feel I’m prioritizing it. What’s the conflict going on between me and CRS during the time of constructing my class schedules? How on earth was I given history and math classes during holy hours? Practically, I couldn’t complain but I should feel grateful instead that I completed my units. I stopped pondering and went to CSS AVR for History class. I guess it’s in a good way that I ignored the urge of going to the comfort room because if not, it could have been too late for me to be informed that the room was moved to a farther building up there. I texted other classmates to tell them. We discussed stuffs and were given a bunch of readings (that’s not new to me anymore though it really costs me all the time). After that was the time to take the exam in Math. ‘Let it be’, I told myself. I found it something that was easy but was hard. Like, what? It’s always the feeling that I thought I knew what I was doing but I could have just been mistaken. Confidence was not always a good thing, you know.

I finished the exam in a few minutes, I think. So I hanged out with friends first. We bought some chocolate flower/ flower chocolate *whatever for ourselves. I felt cold, oh my. Then we went to the mall. When we got inside, we parted ways. Some went to the supermarket and the other went to see her boyfriend. What happened to me? I could finally pee. It’s almost 3 in the afternoon so I had to go back to the campus again. On the hallway, I saw another friend, Tyl complaining that her other friend, Agatha (whom I’ve seen near the gate as I entered) left because of their case study. So we’re currently the buddies. We stayed near CAC AVR wherein below of it is the Dap-ay and the view of the fair (CAC week) could be seen. Minutes passed and prof hadn’t arrived so I decided to put the papers on our green envelope downstairs. A pinch of boredom started to crawl on my nerves probably because of the lack of sleep and of the need for pigging out. Hormones aside, I could sometimes blame my vitamins. We looked among the items that were on sale. Tyl bought two books and when she’s about to put them on her bag, I heard her mention about the readings she just photocopied. She was right when she thought I needed the copies, too. (She had an embarrassing moment I wouldn’t tell.) We went to another building to get the readings I couldn’t describe more than being thick. I fell in line. Stairs seemed to be a long road at that time. After I’ve gotten my copies, we sat on a nearby bench for a while. She had classes to attend at 4:30 so I accompanied her to KA and I eventually went to the mall again.

I was on my way to the book store when I received text messages from Myca telling that she had her classes and those who have free time should already be in Dap-ay for the event preparation. I didn’t immediately respond because I was still wandering despite the fact that the crowd could even give a lot more stress to me. No, I’m not bitter. It’s just that I chose to have a different preference or mode of living on that nothing but an ordinary day. Yes, hearts day is an ordinary day. Although to some people, it’s the moment to show more love to their ‘special someone’. After thirty minutes, I had my phone ready for calls and messages then I went back to the campus. They were already fixing the settings. I put my bag on the chair and tried to help. The Bonfire Poetry Reading started exactly at 6 PM. The place was full of decorations, romantic lighting, grass field, rose petals and flowers, mattress, chairs, equipments, cameras, musical instruments, and ofcourse the bonfire. The event was really inspiring. Rather than feeling the tiredness I am bearing with me, I could feel a soothing essence the whole time… as I sat on the grounds near the bonfire. I could feel the intense performances. I could feel the passion of the performers. I clapped and smiled and laughed and fell in love as I sipped a cup of hot coffee. ‘What a relaxing way to end the day’, I said.

It was really dark when the program ended. I was alone and it’s quite frightening. The night was intimidating. The night reassured me of nothing. I never thought that there would be another tiresome moments. There were a lot of vehicles but none of them was suitable for me to ride on. My feet definitely brought me to a lot of places in Baguio City but I felt like there’s no hope of escaping the situation. I was really tired but I must not entertain this kind of feeling for I should reach home safely. I should be hard enough to contain all the happenings so I could separate myself from harmful elements, in any form. I was convincing myself the whole time that I could endure those hazards all by myself. It’s almost midnight and it’s becoming scarier. I risked to ride on a jeepney than having not to ride on anything at all. Nobody answered my calls. I was trying to forget all the negative possibilities that might occur on that wild night as I was keeping in mind that God is with me no matter what happens. I got out of the jeepney and I had to walk a distance. I was praying while I walked fast. I didn’t care about the curfew anymore. I just wanted to go home so badly. I held my phone. I gripped on my bag so tightly. City lights looked bright yet they were so far. My worries almost faded away but I could see an aggressive dog towards the street I’m heading to. It might chase on me anytime. Nobody would help me if I got bitten. Nobody was there whom I could share my fears with. A taxi came beeping on me (Oh Manong, where have you been?) and I got inside of it. It moved backwards as I pointed to Road 1 Extension. I didn’t care if he would get mad because it’s really for a very short distance. He asked why I was just standing there at the place where he had seen me. I answered him with all the truth that I was afraid of the dog. He was neither sarcastic nor annoyed with what I’ve said. It appeared to be like more of being concerned. Damn, I miss my family. No tears would fall.

The gate was locked. I shook it for chances that it might be opened or they would hear me. Minutes passed that all I could see was an enveloping darkness and I could hear the barking of the dogs. I climbed the very high sharp-edged fences. I might get hurt, I am not sure but that’s the only way I could enter. I threw my phone inside landing on the grasses, then my shoes, then my bag. I stepped on the grills and grabbed the branches of trees. I could be injured anytime or I could be blamed as if acting on a crime. I continued anyway I don’t intend to cause harm to anyone. I jumped. There I went rushing with my phone, shoes, and bag as I knocked to the locked screen door. Ate Shiela came over and opened it for me. She asked me why I came home late and I told her about the school activity. She asked me if I’m alright and I told her not too fine because I’m really tired. I was not able to fix my things anymore or even change my clothes. I was knocked out. I am alive, thanks be to God.

Next morning, I was about to go to the bath room but Ate Shiela came upstairs to ask me if I had seen her mobile phones. I just found out that they were lost since the night of thursday. It was shocking because we’re thinking that it’s impossible that they might be stolen from the ones outside. So the doubts were confined inside our house. I was afraid. Yes, I’m innocent. Yes, I have not done anything that’s wrong. Yes, it’s not my personal problem. But hey, it’s a serious case. Whatever the reason why her phones are lost is a threat to all of us here in this house. It’s either the same thing could happen to us or we could be blamed by the incident or simply because I could really feel that we’re all tensed and confused, especially the sadness that it had been bringing to Ate Shiela.

Valentine’s Day might not be as sweet to me as it did to others, but I was being trained to be more active in participating with what in life are real situations I shall get involved into. I explore a variety of the world’s dimensions and discover more about myself, about other people, and the linkages to our surroundings that form interaction and bind us together as one whole community… as one whole universe. If this is how I can be taught, I accept. I want to learn either the hard way or tactically. I just need my sanity.

Lord, enough for this day. Let us all heal our wounds first before an another bloody battle. Come join us in every struggle that we face, in every problem that we solve, and in every challenge that we continue to fight for.

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Candy Wrappers

Today happens to be so typical. It’s just so unfair if I couldn’t give a simple smile. So here’s a photo of me which, at least on my perspective, shows my gratitude. Something gave me that sweet smile for this day. Candy wrappers! Yes. There were these little things in life that we need to value- No matter how big or small they may come. 

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I have this professor in a Communication subject last semester whom I didn’t like that much. One of the psychological reasons on why I just couldn’t appreciate her in class (though my professors are persons with distinctions anywhere in the Laude ranking) was because the papers I’ve worked hard for, were returned outright to my face that if a paper could just speak, it might have said “You failed!”. I was so rejected that I could see the red ink of the pen as spurts of blood splattering on my papers.

The following semester started. One of the subjects I’ve chosen to take was English; only to find out that she would be my professor for the second time. Inexplicably, I felt a glimpse of joy. Before the class had begun, we were asked to introduce ourselves with our names and other information I couldn’t remember anymore. One thing I’m certain of was the line “Something eccentric about me is…” which everyone was required to fill up as the last part in the introduction. I was seated in front so I was one of the first students who were called. I ended it with “Something eccentric about me is… that I am actually a left-handed person but I write with my right hand”. They were amused as if I spoke to entertain them. Sorry guys, but I didn’t think it’s funny. Although I honestly thought of myself as awesome on that part. Now (kidding aside), our professor liked our class so much and we knew it because she was telling us. Here’s to cite some of the eccentricities: production of lizard sound, recitation while sleeping in class, mastery of corny jokes, excess teeth, weird hand gestures, talking while asleep, and a lot more. During class discussions, everyone was witty- a combination of people from light to serious.

We were assigned to do some writing tasks every time. Instead of worrying for the results I might receive, I tried my best to feel laid-back. I chose to be a positive person by thinking that the past had taught me. I would commit the same mistakes unless there would be the proper application of knowledge from what I have learned.

Early this morning, she came in to the room with a basket full of sweets. Candies and chocolates were distributed to all of us. As she discussed the remaining lessons, I could see the glint from her eyes before she immediately gave her usual whimsical remark, ” I am not crying! Why would I cry over you? ” We laughed. I felt some pain in the chest, reminiscent of her instructions during the orientation- that she would be leaving before the year ends; that means by 2014, she’s no longer be the one who’s going to teach us.

Sheets of papers, which were just returned to me a while ago, stunned me as I look through them. I didn’t just pass, I had it perfect. The red pen scrutinized nothing. Marks of it only indicated a fanciful note that appeared to me, not anymore as a bloody commentary, but a sweet cognizance I could ever receive from a mentor. Once again, I got another reason which I could add to my mountain-piled proofs that ‘challenges come before success’. Challenges are actually our friends that will truthfully make us realize our first-hand excellency.

I’d keep this wrappers forever like how I’m going to treasure such a discovery of myself.

It’s neither a wonderful farewell nor a good bye, Ma’am! See you someday 🙂

P.S. I would want to share my essay entitled “Finish Line”, but I can’t. It’s too personal yet I have to say that it really is a striking story of mine.

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