Do not go out of thyself, go within. Truth lies in the inner man.
I think I'll follow the voice that calls within Dance to the silent song it sings I hope to find my place So my life can fall in place I know in time I'll find my place In the greater scheme of things
nakipag break sa isang relasyong hindi naman nag-eexist binasted ng taong hindi naman niligawan inindyan ng kadate na hindi naman sinabihan di nireplyang ng katext na hindi naman tinext
para bang binuhusan ng malamig na tubig ang pusong nagliliyab sa pag-ibig. para bang inekisan ang sagot na check naman dapat para bang nag goodbye sa hello
para bang winasak ang pusong hindi naman nabuo para bang naglaho sa kamay ang bagay hindi naman hinawakan
kanikanina lang, parang inilock-out na nya ang mundo nya sa mundo ko. 13 years lang naman ang pagitan ng daigdig namin. hindi naman kami parang langit at lupa.
Okaya baka natamaan siya sa stat ko na : "He's 93% gay"
bading ka kasi. :p
sa hinaharap, luluhod ka sa harapan ko at magmamakaawa.
salamat at tinutulungan mo akong kalimutan ka. salamat at kahit papaano hindi na ako mahihirapang makaget-over sayo. salamat at makakasagot na ako sa recitation ng maayos.
*at doon nag tatapos ang kwento namin ng lalake sa kulay green kong tumbler. ng lalake sa corridor.
who would not miss that crazy night around dapitan?
not only do i miss the sweet alcohol from Tapsi, Da Pit and 330mL but also that dead tired feeling when i walk our from our campus dizzy, having stinging headache and the sensation of being tortured (which always haunt me and reminds of an extended laboratory work at FLR Lab4 because of pharmacognosy) and also that disappointed feeling after you see that colorful test papers of yours, week after your exam week with not so nice scores and the 24/7 computer shops which become battle ground for computer games addict, refuge for those who were locked our of their dormitory because they did not come home before curfew and home for those who simply like to surf the net, facebook all night long and chat unstoppably. plus the newly opened Starbucks coffee a the ground floor of Pacific Suites which becomes the habitat of bookworms and nerd people at midnight as well as those 27/7 tapsihan especially along Asturias. they rock the night when one is hungry and at the same time nagtitipid! :D whle wendy's is open 24/7 too for those hindi nagtitipid! :D (and their washroom is open too, so for those drunk people wandering arond dapitan at night, straighten up your walk and go to the fourth floor of Wendy's, its for free!) XD also the Seven11 and Ministop which sells the most luscious cigarettes when all the bangketa's are already closed.
[i think its safe naman to walk around dapitan at night because i see some security guard and barangay tanod watching the area)
2. 4th floor's Open Sandwich this is the most awesome food inside the Main building of the University of Santo Tomas!!! why? because when your stomach is already grunting and your intestines are already eating and digesting each other but you do not have enough time to eat (because either you are going to do your assignments, laboratory manual or report pa or you you just robbed a couple of minuets in between classes) just go up to the top most floor of the oldest building in Asia and there you'll find the BigMan frying the coolest food for your starving stomach: OPEN SANDWICH! 50Pesos. busog ka na! (egg, your choice kung paano i ffry, footlong hotdog, a pair of sandwich)
3. Dorm/condo/apartment - Life there are two things i miss about living independently in Manila
ONE: you can do what ever you want to. you have the choice.
you get to choose to either ruin your life, drink alcohol every night, ignore your professors as frequently as you want to, puff cigarette every other minuet, not attend your classes all day long, fail exams, fail your subjects, fail your course and be kicked out of your university OR you get the choice to be nerdy, read book all day long inside the library, loose friends, ace your exams, perfect your quizzes, forget about social life, get 1.0 in your class cards, be magna cumlaude, become a loner eating by himself in a fancy restaurant. OR you get the choice to be cool and stay at school and have goals in life. attend class as long as there are scheduled classes, you may be late sometimes sa first class in the morning, not get perfect scores all the time yet get perfect scores some times, go online and surf the internet after class, then read and study in the library or in your home after internet, puff a few cigarettes, hang out with friends (who will become your life-ling colleague), go out with barkada every weekends or every time you're free, not forget about advance reading, do reports and assignment ahead of time (para makaHang-ut or gimmick pa rin kahit super tight na ng schedule :D),drink liquor sometimes, do not sleep if it's already 4am and you just finished reviewing and your exam is seven or eight in the morning (promise, you wont wake up na! unless there's a concerned roommate). finish your course without an F in your class cards, graduate in time (sige, graduate cum laude or graduate magne cumlaude!) XD
TWO: you have the freedom to be suuuuper tamad all day long. wake up late in the morning (if there are no classes). eat whenever you want to (eat all day or not eat because you are soo lazy to get up form bed). get to be infront of the computer as long as you can (maybe until your eyes are bloody red already). watch your ants travel around the walls of your kitchen.
4. Professors who wont miss them?
when they laugh at you right after they give loads and loads of requirements, reports, assignments and you have one week to figure out how to be able to pass them in time. when they come inside your freezing classroom with a bundle of test papers with problems to be solved which you aren't ready yet to answer when they schedule a quiz which happens to be in the same day with your other subjects' quizzes when they assign you a report which you have no clue what is it about when then call you to recite the entire Kreb's Cycle or when they call you to answer their on-the-spot question which you happened to not know because you have not reached that page for advance reading. when they keep rejecting your thesis proposals when they chuckle after they give you your answer sheet in your exam when they tell you, "kaya nyo yan. tsaga lang" when they consider your schedule and show some love and move scheduled exams when they pass you in their subjects when they talk to you, like kabarkada and advice you what to do to be able to hold on the the remaining weeks of the semester. when they smile at you and show them they cared for you and for the rest of his students
5. Pharmacology + Pharmacognosy
who would not miss the traumatic life in FLR Lab 4 every MWF 10-12am? two weeks will be our break from Pharmacognosy. two weeks will feel like heaven on earth! because when the classes resume, there ill be a FESTIVAL of QUIZZES for us, again. another almost 150 scientific names to memorize. biologicals. chapters and chapters of quizzes.. practical tests.. laboratory works.. every meeting overtime Lecture hours.. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Pharmacology! my favorite subject. why? because of two things.. 1. it's challenging and kinda hard o understand so you need your 2. professor to explain it to you and roll his cute eyes in front of the class.
i dont know if i will hate or love my classmates when they tease me everytime i recite in front of the class. XD i like pharmacology. alot :D
two weeks of Vacation.. two weeks of nothing.
except of course if I will choose to read and study in advance for Pharmacology and for our Festival of Quizzes in Pharmacognosy and if i will choose that choice, umm, Christmas Day will be like Byernes Santo! :D
almost six weeks ago i told myself that I will try to be a good lady ..starting immediately this semester ..and that crazy semestral break would be my last farewell to bad habits.
i tried..
for five weeks since classes resumed, i really struggled to shun those bad habits which apparently are also drug inducers [which may cause Adverse Drug Reactions and Hepatotoxicity ] (sabi sa pharmacology)
i did my best to avoid Sammy and Allan (another word in place of the real term para di masyadong vulgar XD). ~but i guess my best wasn't good enough!~ (haha)
Allan is very difficult to stay away from because of my peers. And besides, Allan is our/my only stress reliever when the going gets tough and the nights become restless.
While choosing Sally's glee is really up to me to decide. i only have few friends who are addicted to Sally so i can manage to ignore them whenever i want to and ignore Sally altogether. i have not tried Sally, as far as i can remember since the classes began
but just an hour ago, i found out that my most favorite Man of the semester is also addicted to Sally! it shows by his manners. grr. i did not expect to unravel that info, it just came from nowhere, sometime tonight when i accidentally clicked a link. XD
so now I am again kindled to come to Sally's comfort and enjoy its soothing delight
all of it because of my favorite Man of the semester
im so drawn to this period of my college life because of him. well, everything happens for a reason. we wake up in the morning for a reason, we meet new people every day for a reason. we bump to a stranger some time for a reason. I met my favorite Man of the semester for a reason and im sticking to one man only, to him only.
*he's nothing special. he's just my favorite Man of the semester. and i study alot in a subject because of him. haha XD
Number 1. He went up riding in a silver vehicle with tinted window; two cars were following him in a manner which appeared to intimidate other cars. Nobody seemed to know his new Toyota Innova. It was the first time he did not walk for seven kilometers. A lot have obviously changed. Her white shirt was wet of perspiration because of her hike through a steep road up to a hallowed mountain, her legs and feet was almost numb, her hair was so wet that sweat flows through her head, she was really thirsty and exhausted so she tried to rest a bit.
She was standing in front of a glass see though door which seemed to be newly cleansed with a poster which says “Restricted Area. Do not enter” on the upper left side of the metal handle when she saw him, the man who told her how to be loved, the way how God loves his child, and how to love in return, the way how people should love God back. Right then and there her heart thawed. She missed him very much.
He was talking to an old woman who was frantically laughing beside him. She taught that the old woman was laughing because of something he said and she also though that the old woman was laughing to impress him and let him know that he was a really funny man of God. She saw him looked at her and smiles, so she smiled back and waved hello, he laughed hesitantly, maybe because the old woman was still laughing while talking beside her. He then faced the old woman and talked a little bit more, she was still staring at him. She missed him very much.
He walked out of the “Restricted area” and looked at her friend and her, like telling them “Come here and talk to me”, so she and her friend walked to the glass door but halfway through, people started taking his hand and his blessings, she and her friend stopped, they waited until he was alone in front of the glass door. Finally, they came close to each other again, her favorite person in Pangasinan. She eyed him through it all. She missed him very much.
He started talking to her and her friend. He asked her why was she present at the mountain top, she smiled and said that she did not have classes, while on the back of her head she thought that even though she have classes, she would skip it just not to miss this moment. He grinned, chuckled in affirmation and said Oh yes, it’s a Saturday and you don’t have classes. She was speechless. Then her friend gave him a magazine with an article that her friend wrote for him. He smiled and laughed and her friend and he talked about it. Her eyes never left his face as they spoke. He might have melted if she has eyes which shoot like a laser gun. She missed him very much.
The memories of the past five years came rushing through her mind; halo-halo on a rainy afternoon, lunch at Greenwich, free Rosaries, Mt. Carmel, bracelets, shirts, one hundred pesos and a lot more valuable treasures which was buried deep in her heart. She missed him very much.
Yesterday's conversation was all it took for her to realize that he really is now far from home, Bataan. She wanted to hug him but she froze when he was right in front of her talking. People started coming from different places as soon as they saw him. She and her friend were eaten by the crowd so they left instead. The last glance was all she had. She missed him very much.
She never saw him again that close after the Mass. He already perfected the act of hiding and leaving early.
Number 2.
While sitting sadly at a white plastic chair, somebody passed by glanced at her which she caught. It was A. The memories of her and him came rushing but she composed herself. She shouted stop at herself and strangled her sobbing heart. She looked back and forgot about it. She felt intense.
I was reading through Live Feeds in facebook when I saw a shared video entitled "Boy With Dreams"
i was bored so i clicked the play button
and there was I, stuned by their music! I loved it the first time I played it.
Boy With Dreams is one of the Song Cycles from the musical EDGES composed by Benj Pasek and Justin Paul. I searched their other videos in youtube and I love all of it!!!
Pasek and Paul are an American composer/lyricist living in New York City
my favorite song is entitled LYING THERE sang by Farah Alvin
their music is just awesome!
im so excited to fly to the US to watch the musical on stage!
and im more excited to finally receive a CD compilation of their Musical
1. Follow traffic rules -- Why is that the most important? The answer is simple. Traffic rules are the simplest of our laws. If we learn to follow them, it will be the lowest form of national discipline that we can develop. Since it is totally without monetary cost, it should be easy for us to comply with, and therefore should provide a good start.
2. Whenever you buy or pay for anything, always ask for an official receipt. - -- If a seller does not issue an official receipt when you buy a product, the seller may or may not remit the tax to the government. Without an O.R., there is no record of the sale transaction, and the tax that you paid may not be remitted to the Bureau of Internal Revenue.
3. Do not buy smuggled goods. Buy local, buy Filipino. --- It may not be good economics to buy 100 percent local products. What I suggest is for us to take a "50-50" buying attitude. This means that we must develop the attitude of using 50 percent of our budget for local products and the other 50 percent for imported choices.
4. When you talk to others, especially foreigners, speak positively of our race and our country - -- this is best addressed to the rich and the middle class in our country, who have contact with the outside world. It is they who talk to, dine or deal with foreigners either here or abroad. It is what they say and do which creates impressions about us among foreigners.
5. Respect your traffic officer, policeman, soldier and other public servants --- There is nothing like the power of respect. It makes a person proud. It makes one feel honorable. At the same time, courtesy to others is good manners. It is class and elegance and kindness. It is seeing the value and dignity in the other man. It is, in fact, a mark of a most profound education.
6. Do not litter. Dispose your garbage properly. Segregate. Recycle. Conserve. - -- As Louis Armstrong says in his song: "I see trees of green, red roses, too, I see them bloom for me and you and I think to myself, what a wonderful world."
7. Support your church. - (or charitable/ civic organizations -- :-)
8. During elections, do your solemn duty. - -- Honesty, more than a masteral or doctorate degree, is what gives credibility. And credibility is essential because it is a leader's link to the people. It is what makes the people look to one direction, follow a common vision, and perform a uniform act. In short, credibility is what makes people follow the leader.
9. Pay your employees well. --- No exercise is better for the human heart than to reach down and lift someone else up. This truly defines a successful life. For success is the sum, not of our earthly possessions, but of how many times we have shown love and kindness to others.
10. Pay your taxes. --- In 2003, P83 billion was collected from individual income taxes. But 91 percent of this amount came from salaried workers from the government and private sector, people who had no choice since their income taxes were withheld mandatorily. Only P7 billion of the P83 billion came from businessmen and professionals like doctors, lawyers, accountants and architects, among others.
11. Adopt a scholar or adopt a poor child. --- You can make a difference in the future of our country by making a difference in the world of children.
12. Be a good parent. Teach your kids to follow the law and to love our country. --- Today's children will someday rule and lead this world. But whether they will be bad rulers or good leaders will depend largely on how we raise them today. Our future is in the hearts and minds of our children.
I never wanted to walk seven kilometers going up the summit of a hallowed mountain but I had no choice because the one man I thought would ride me up to the top of Mt. Samat did not come, all of “them” never came, which really disappointed me and my expectations for a former O.I.C.
We started the seven kilometer march at around 1:15 in the afternoon; no clouds were present in the vast blue sky so it was really hot. We were fighting with thirst, burning sunlight, sticky feeling because of sweat, restlessness, exhaustion and weakened body just to reach the mountain’s peak where God was waiting for all of us.
I was with Fergie, Ervin, Madame and her cute little angel Chacha, they were all part of a collegiate school paper, while I am a mere pilgrim who loves God, our peninsula, my bishop and taking pictures. (haha)
When we arrived at the open field packed with people from different walks of life; rich, middle class, poor, high ranking government officials, nuns, priests, seminarians, brothers, religious youths and youth leaders, cops, militaries, nurses, senior citizens, parishioners and other people, I realized all of us have the same expectation, to be one with God at a holy mountain for the sixth time during the eve of Advent and quench our weary and sinful body with the word of the Lord and the breeze of fresh cool air from heaven.
A lot of priests were not there, as in physically absent, I don’t know about those who were physically present but mentally absent. Bataan priests are different, they have minds of their own and they are very courageous and brave. They are absurd, in a cool and nice way though.
After the Mass, of course there was the traditional fireworks display for about ten minuets and then the party. Yesterday’s awesome song was that about the YAsia Fiesta.
Then the dreading walk down started. Again, we never wanted to walk another seven kilometers but we do not have any choice. I am very tired, my body is surrendering and my feet and legs are almost numb. It was not only us that felt that way, there’s still the other about ten thousand people. The good thing was that a Police patrol stopped by us as Madame waived her weak arm and let us ride with them until we reach the foot. Chacha was very tired, she was an eight year old girl who was then walking up and down, ten kilometers of a steep mountain. For the first time I was glad we have police officers and patrol cars.
During our ride down, a lot of young guys and gals were shouting at the police driver of our police patrol to stop the car because their gal friend fainted. She was not moving, maybe this was because of hunger and exhaustion and it was a very scary scenario. When she was carried inside the front part of the patrol, it was only then that I saw another guy who also fainted. Now we have two unconscious youths in a vehicle with us.
The annual Mt. Samat Pilgrimage of the Diocese of Balanga is always amazing; I could still vividly remember the fourth trek which was sandwiched between the days of Typhoon Milenyo. All we needed to do was to pray and pray that the weather be fine that day, and it happened: clear blue sky all throughout the day. Yesterday, the one thing that amazed me was the eagle soaring high up the clear blue sky right above the crowded Dambana ng Kagitingan, like he was guarding the sky to be free from rain.
.Next year is going to be different, nobody knows if next year will still happen, yet everybody wants it to happen.
Igalang ang pari. Iwasto at ipanalangin ang paring may pagkakamali. Ikuwento ninyo si Father kay Jesus. Huwag ninyong pagkuwentuhan sa inyong umpukan ang inyong pari.
Pong lived a fruitful and awesome life inside his shell.
Through his little ways, he touched our lives and became part of it by:
• Laughing with us because of wowowee contestants • Cheering with us for our favorite basketball team in bTV • Hanging out with us as we drink and smoke altogether • Watching a movie and or TV series with us • Getting angry with Butch and Borgy being so noisy and makulit • And many other things we do in our living room
Pong is very shy. So shy he does not even speak any word nor present any sound, he is just right there, in his little home, keeping company (always) and spending all his time with us.
Who is Pong?
Pong is that cute little hermit crab which my kuya caught wandering around our kitchen floor.
He picked him up and gave him a world of his own where he can do anything he wants and sleep all the time he wanted.
My kuya even bought him a pasalubong from Sweden, a Swiss flag which gives his cute little home an amazing looking aura.
But I never knew why his name was Pong.
As part of living, our body grows, so as hermit crabs, and when they grow, in the natural scheme of things, they move from one shell to another. Pong can’t do that because we cannot seem to find a bigger shell for him.
Is has been two days since Pong felt ill and we can do nothing but sprinkle him a little water and give him food we think he wanted.
Just this afternoon, as I walked pass by his little home inside his own little world at the top of Butch’s cage, I sprinkled a few water for him, but he did not move.
Pong is dead.
I hate seeing living things die especially those that I love.
Pong is the best hermit crab which ever lived!
Now, we are left with only three little cute pets. Gerlie, the female flower horn with a huge forehead. Butchoy, the skinny brown little Chihuahua who likes to lick sleeping people’s faces. Borgy, the humungous little pug which gets tired for only about two minutes of running.
It’s hard to define happiness when you aren’t happy at all.
I’ve been trying so hard to get some inspiration for this final paper in philosophy but I just can’t. I went partying at a disco house last Monday night just to be happy but still I am not.
I could vividly remember those days when people would describe me like this, “Ah si Eda, yung taga Hermosa na palaging nakangiti!” Those were some four years ago and I am missing the experience of a worry-free and sad-free loud laugh. I was still in high school then, a lot have changed for the past four years, now my friends (in college) would say I am an “Emo” girl. Well, they don’t know me and they don’t even care.
Now let me try to discuss what happiness is for me since I don't have a choice but to write something.
Happiness is when you wake up in the morning knowing that there is a prepared breakfast at your dining table, hot and ready for you to munch it all up. It is when you see a lot of unread messages at your cell phone telling you good night and good morning at the same time because you fell asleep talking to them all. It is when you see your ironed uniform hanging tightly at your cabinet ready for you to stain it with a lot of knowledge at school. It is when, before you stand up from bed, your mom greets you with a good morning kiss and hug. Happiness in the morning is when you wake up alive and ready to go for another day in your life, with everything set up for you by your mom, and your friends are waiting for you at school. Happiness in the morning is when you smile back at the bright sunlight whom is looking at you from his vast skyline. Happiness is when forget about our sad and nasty yesterday and move on and create a new beautiful day.
Happiness is when you go to school prepared for your quizzes or long exams or reports even though your eye bags are already hanging loosely from your bulging eyes because you have not had enough sleep from last night. It is when your friends, seatmates and / or random classmate greet you a warm good morning hug, or a chilling “good morning! Pakopya!” and you answer back “Good morning too! Wala pa din akong assignment, kokopya pa lang!” Happiness is when you see your crush staring at you and you crazily talk to your friends just to ignore him then after he pass by, you go oh so kilig. Happiness is when there are a lot of vacant places at your favorite or chosen restaurant or fast food chain for you to stuff you stomach full of foods and again sin, gluttony. Happiness is when you get to seat at the middle of the classroom, unseen and unsuspected of sleeping during discussion time. Happiness is when your project proposals get to be approved by your boss. It is also when there is not a single traffic on your way to and from school. Happiness is when you end your ordinary school day without any laboratory apparatus broken, without your ID being taken away from you by the guard or by the SWDB coordinator or without you failing any of your subjects. Happiness is obtained by breaking the rules sometimes and one day, you’ll realize that the day you became happy and laughed your stomach out was the day you became stupid.
Happiness is when your lover pulls up at your favorite coffee shop and surprises you with a white rose beside a cold cappuccino with a murmur of “I Love You hon.” It is when you get the chance to be together and wait for the sun to set at a beach or a mountain full of memories, just there, sitting beside each other, speechless of the beauty of Mother Earth and the romantic ambiance. It is when he picks you up at the bar when you are already drunk and helpless with your friends and is patiently talking to you until you reach home. Happiness is when you have this special person who cares about you so much, no matter what, in sickness and in health, in ugliness or in beautiful days, who accepts you just the way you are. Happiness is when you have someone to share it to.
Happiness is when you go home and enter your living room laughing because you hear people at your house telling corny jokes or banat lines with each other over and over again. It is when you get to sit in the couch, rest and hear you family members teasing each other. Happiness is when you see your refrigerator full of foods and soft drinks for you to sin again, gluttony. Happiness is when you get to spend the rest of your day with the people you love, family and friends, just being there, keeping company waiting anyone to think about gimmick time when the darkness comes.
Happiness is when you sleep at night, drunk or not, peacefully and is expecting the next day to be the same happy day again, and the next day too and the other day also and all the rest of your days. It is when you get to talk or text with your friends random crazy things until you fall asleep. It is when you are finally done with your report and you also already have memorized everything for the quiz the next day and are ready to shut your computer down and say good night to your facebook friends. Happiness is when finally sandman eats you up for you to rest and be charged and ready for another day to come. Happiness is when you are done chatting for the last time of the day to God and He says to you, “Good night my child.”
In a broader point of view, happiness is when you are emotionally, financially and spiritually stable and basically you are just waiting for your time of death to come. It is when you have your cute children, a handsome husband or a stunning wife, a huge house at a beautiful village, a car or two, a house maid and a regular job, ready anytime for a promotion at an international company. On the other hand, happiness can also be experienced in your simple home, sharing a diner and a TV station altogether with your husband or wife and your gang of children. Or happiness is when you finally have decided to give yourself fully to God and be a priest or a nun, serve His people in need. Happiness is being contented in what you have, even if it may not be the coolest car or the biggest house as long as you are with the people you want to be happy with, as long as your house is called a home.
Maybe happiness is these little things that make us want to live more, to be here on earth longer. But happiness is one thing which cannot be experienced alone. It needs to be shared. You can’t laugh alone in a place full of people, they will think you are crazy; neither can you be amazed at how wonderful everything is; people will think you are delusional nor can you be happy about the things you achieve, people might think you are one damn stubborn person.
Me? I’m not yet happy. College life is miserable for me. A lot of problems arise, they come and go while some never leave me alone and they make me sad. I guess, I can only be fully happy when I already have surrendered my all to God Himself and the only reason I am living is to fulfill that dream. But it’s still a long road ahead and the path is crooked and rough. Change is a constant in our lifetime.
But one thing’s for sure, true happiness can never be bought or sold nor can it be replaced by any material thing here on earth and only with God can we experience it.
P.S. I’d be really happy if my professor would ace me in my philosophy class. ..diba sir ray ann? :D
May 3, 2004 installation: bishop soc from Manila (like flying to the moon) to Bataan. Bishop Socrates Villegas ------------------------------------------------------------------------- ..tapos madami nang sumunod na nangyari mt. samat trek birthday celebration ni mama Mary tuwing September 8 every second saturday formation youth camp Christmas Day pastoral visit sa mga parish Unang Sinodo ng Balanga clergy retreat bagong mukha ng Katedral ni san Jose BAYANI at BANAL tau cross HERO halo-halo www.balangadiocese.org website text quotes September 28 visit sa mga school PALAD NO TO BNPP Ossuary bp.Guevarra's wake Lubid at maraming maraming marami pang iba para sa kabataan ng BATAAN
nagkaklase sa Main Building at FLR, normal na scenario lang yan. actually, sige, aamin na ako.. minsan ako rin nagsusulat sa desk.o kaya sa libro.minsan kahit sa kamay ko.
heto yung ilan sa dilemma (based on experience at interview pero yung iba inimbento ko lang)
1. hindi nagkakaroon ng interes ang nakaupong estudyante kasi tinatamad kaya naghahanap na lang ng libangan.
2. hindi nya mainitndihan ang mga sinasabi ng professor. as in no clue! para bang alien, na hindi alam ang language ng nagsasalita. o kaya naman para bang nanonood ng isang koreanovela na walang subtitle o kayang walang nagdudub kaya naman gumagawa siya ng sariling character na pwedeng kausapin.
3. ang boring ng topic.. na gusto na lang umalis at mag walk out ng estudyante, o ng buong klase kaso hindi nila magawa kasi may respeto pa naman, or sige, minsan dahil lang talaga sa attendance. kadalasan nakakatulog na yung mga nasa likuran at naiinggit na yung mga nasa harapan.. kaya hahanap siya ng kakampi at mahahanap an desk.
4. parang hinugot mula sa kailalim-ilaliman ng mundo yung boses ng professor. tapos minsan magdadahilan pa ng "Paki turn off naman yung exhaust fan kasi kinakain yung boses ko".. kaya makikipag
5. may quiz / long exam pa sa next class kaya nag ccram na. kinakabahan kasi hindi pa nag-aaral. naghahanap na ng outlet ng stress. nagsusulat. minsan kinakagat na ang lapit o bolpen o pati kuko.
6. may recitation, kunwari busy. Walang notebook na mahablot kaya sa desk na lang kunwari nagsusulat.
7. may naunang sumulat, nag reply lang yung sumunod na umupo.. tapos nag repply din yung sumunod.. at yung sumunod pa.. tapos yung sunod ulit.. hanggang sa napuno na yung buong desk.
kaya lang, hetodi ko ma explain kung bakit nila ginagawa o bakit sila nagsusulat.
marami nyan sa ground floor.. pero meron din sa 4th floor.. kaso nakakatawa sa 4th floor kasi nagkukwentuhan pa sila. nakakalibang tuloy kpag gumagamit kami ng CR. meron pa nga doong mga advice na ibinibigay. sagutan. :D
. stressed lang yan. o kaya bored lang yan. o kaya problemado talaga sa buhay nya :D
fyi: 2 faculties and 1 college yung gumagamit ng mga classroom sa ground floor. wala pa jan yung mga out sider na maepal so, we never know. :D
Ang pangit ng pangalan mo, ang baho pa pakinggan at ang sama pa ng idinulot mo saming lahat!
Bakit ba kasi hindi ka na lang matunaw sa kahihiyan bago ka pa pumasok sa teritoryo namin. Alam mo naman yatang makakapatay ka ng higit sa isang daan. Dahil sayo wala nang bahay yung iba naming kapatid, dahil sayo nagugutom na yung maraming kaibigan namin doon sa Maynila, Bulacan at Pampanga at dahil sayo nawalan sila ng tatay, nanay, ate, kuya at baby, dahil sayo hindi na tuloy buo yung pamilya.
Home wrecker ka pala eh! Daig mo pa ang kerida.
Alam mo bang inubos din ng baha mo yung lahat ng kagamitan sa bahay, mga damit, alahas at yung kotseng pinagipunan nila ng matagal.
Mapapalitan mo ba yon? Eh No Permanent Address (NPA) ka naman.
Ayos lang naming dumaan ka eh, bakit kailangang saamin mo pa ibuhos ang sama ng loob mo pwede namang sa Pacific Ocean na lang o kaya sa South China Sea. Alam mo namang mahirap lang kami.
Hindi kami handa, ambilis mong mameswisyo.
Bukod sa inubos na yata ng kung sinong may posisyon sa gobyerno yung pambili ng pangresbak sayo, eh hindi naman kasi kongkreto lahat ng bahay naming magkakapatid na Pilipino.
Nakita mo ba yung litrato nang inaagos na nawasak na bahay tapos may mga taong nakatayo sa ibabaw? Alam mo bang may bata doon na nakaupo lang sa planggana at ngayon hindi na siya mahanap pati rin nanay niya.
Wala rin tuloy kaming pasok sa eskwela kasi pati yung mga classrooms namin eh pinasok ng baha dahil sa dami ng ulan mo. Gusto naming matuto noh, baka ikaw ang ayaw! Wag mo na kaming idamay.
Oo nga, nakaalis ka na (buti naman umalis ka na!) puro putik naman iniwan mo. Ayaw mo talagang makalimutan ka namin. Gusto mo pa yung malagay ka sa history, maepal ka masyado.
Tapos iyon, bawal bawalan mo na yung dalawa mo pang kadugong bagyo na papasok ulit sa Pilipinas, Sabihin mo naman, okay lang naman na bagyuhin kami pero wag naman yung pagkalipas lang ng isang gabi ubos na lahat ng meron samin.
Hayan, dahil sa napakasama mong dinulot, nakikita tuloy ng buongmundo ang isa sa pinakamagandang ugali at kultura ng mga Pilipino: ang bayanihan.
Beeelat! Mag tutulungan kami at malalampasan ka namin. Isa ka lang naman sa mga nakalinyang pagsubok jan. Kayang kaya namin to nang nagkakaisa.
Isa pa, hindi ka na mauulit pa kasi matututo na kami.
Magtatanim na kami ng mga puno sa paligid at iiwasan na naming ang magtapon ng basura sa mga ilog at kanal.
Mejo nakalimutan lang kasi naming yon.
Special mention kay Inang Kalikasan, pasesnsya ka na po sa tigas ng ulo namin ha. Di na po mauulit, sana di na maulit. Mahal ka naman namin eh. Promise!
At huli, para sayo Ondoy, tama na ngang kami na lang, matunaw ka na sa kahihiyan! Wag ka nang manalanta sa iba pang bansa. Tantanan mo na ang Vietnam.
isa lang naman ang bisyo naming tatlo: magpasaya ng mga taong nalulungkot. kumbaga entertainer sa isang kabaret. "lumapit ka't ika'y liligaya."
healthy pa naman ang liver and lungs namin.heart lang ang hindi. :))
**sabi ni fergy sa blog nya sa magpasawalanghanggan heto daw ang mga unfogetable quotes: (pakopya na lang ako. blurr kasi talaga alaala ko. hahaha)
-Sumali ba kayo sa youth camp? Wala kayong kwenta! -Rev, I need milk! -Hey, drive slower! -Matagal ko nang nasolo si Jay... -Para sa Arsobispo! -Di naman pwede si ____ o si ____, may problema yon..
diredirecho lang ang mga dila, walang tigil ang buka ng bibig at umaagos ang mga salitang sinasabi. nakakabingi lang ang ilan.. misan ayaw ko na lang marinig sa mga pinagkukwentuhan, nakakadurog ng puso T.T
**si kuya jay naman, masyadong nakakalungkot ang mga iniisip. wala nang ibang ginawa kuni ibaling ang lahat ng sama ng loob sa _ _ _ _. :D *at ako? wala na akong maalala kinabukasan kundi ang sapilitan pagmamatinong lumakad papasok ng Giants para magmukhang okey pa! sabi ko sa sarili ko: Kaya mo yan eda. may rev sa loob. may matatanda din. kaya mo yan! XD
pasensya na.. natutuwa lang akong i-blog ito.. masayang alaala nanaman kasi ang nahabi..
sana may uulitin pa! isa pang round. Para sa arsobispo!
hahahahahahahahaha biro lang!
*sorry po arsbp! XD
*sana di nya mabasa. sana di tayo mahuli lahat. hahaha *special mention pala kay frM na naghatid pauwi. sorry talaga!
Ang mabilis na paglipas ng panahon, sinasasbay nito ang mabilis na pagbabago na pumupunit sa aking kalooban, at sa aking sariling pakiwari ay naibulong ko na lamang: Ano ang tunay kong misyon sa buhay? Ano ang dapat kong gawin?
Kailangan kong malaman ang kasagutan sa aking mga tanong ngunit hindi ko alam kung papaano. Nais kong malaman ang paraan para masumpungan ang aking pagtatanong.. Ayaw ko sanang lagi na lamang ganito, ayaw kong nagdadalawang-isip sa bawat hakbang na aking iyayapak. At sa paggising ko sa umaga, ibig kong imulat ang aking mga mata sa mundong puno ng pag-ibig at kapayapaan. At sa pagbangon ko, aking tutulutan ang aking kapwa sa kapighatian. Ang pag-ibig ay aking makakamit. Ang lahat ng bagay na naisin ng aking buhay ay mananatili sa isang sulok ng aking puso. Lalakbayin ko ang lahat ng dagat upang makamit ang aking bawat pangarap.
Ang buhay ay maikli lamang…Ako’y magpapatuloy sa paglalakbay ng malinis ang puso. Ngunit akin pa ring pagnanasa na masagot ang aking mga katanungan. Hanggang sa huling sandali ng aking buhay ay akin pa ring ibubulong sa sarili: Nagawa mo ba ang misyon mo sa mundo? Sa patuloy na pag-ikot ng mundo, sa patuloy na paglalakbay mo, masasagot rin ang iyong mga katanungan. Mawawala rin ang iyong pag-aalinlangan.
Heto yung una kong totoong sulat dito na ngayon ko lang inisip.
Lahat ng nasa baba, kinopya ko lang yan sa ibang blog site ko.. pero syempre ako pa rin sumulat.. yung mga unang pahina, mga bago yan, syempre.. siguro nabasa mo na sila sa mutiply ko..
pero yung mga last pages, sila yung mga luma, mga alaala, magaganda at pangit na sinulat ko na rin dati para mabawasan ang laman ng puso ko..
mula ngayon, heto na ang magiging bagong tahanan ko..
di ko na gagamiting yung blog ng muliply at friendster ko, pati na rin yung note ng facebook ko..
napapadalas kasi ako ngayong magsulat, habang nagsasalita sa harapan yung professor namin sa Pharmacokinetics and Biopharmaceutics..
about two weeks ago, i was dying for the final exams to end..
i was always daydreaming in the middle of a pharmaceutical dosage form [major subject] lecture. i was dreaming that one day, all of this will take a break and let us breathe some fresh, quizz-free, assignment-free, project-free and report-free air.
Studying is not at all easy! not at all. how dare you not study late at night when you have a 20pt exam tomorrow, which i have done twice because i was reading Eclipse, and then i ended up having a grade of 8 out of 20. i totally freaked out because i really wanted good grades in that subject, well it was Anatomy and it is my favorite.but all was okay, i had my grade to not cross my 1.75 boarder. XD
so i totally wanted the semester to end because i was sooo tired of all the sacrifices, burdens, pains and ugliness i needed to endure all semester long because of my professors! i wanted to evey studying-pain to end:
end of burden- no more badtrip professors
end of suffering- no more "go-straight-home-because-you're-very-very-tired" moments
end of pain- no more hungry stomach
end of ugliness- less eyebags, oily faces from laboratory works and wasted looks after a twelve-hour study
and now, LAST TWO weeks.
i imagine it like it is being announced in a basketball game: the "Last Two Minuets" shout from the commentator.
Tatlong taon na ang nakalilipas nang sinabi sa amin na hindi na kami pwedeng umakyat sa altar tuwing may Misa at magserve bilang babaeng sakristan. Si Father Soc daw nagutos. Obedience. We need to follow. We have no choice.
Mula noon, unti-unti nang nawalan ako ng koneksyon kay God. Noong una, okay pa kasi nakakapunta-punta pa ako sa kumbento, nakakapagluto pa ako ng tortang talong, nakakapagpalipas pa ako ng dapit-hapon sa simbahan, nahihintay ko pang abutin ako ng dilim sa simbahan.. Noong una, kumpleto pa rin, wala lang ang pag-akyat namin sa altar, pero nakakapagserve pa din ako sa ibang bagay pero habang lumilipas ang panahon, nawawala ang mga taong dati kong nakakasalamuha. Nagseminaryo. Nagkolehiyo. Nagresign sa pagkasecretary ni Monsi, nagassign sa ibang parokya hanggang sa dumating ang araw, makalipas ang higit sa dalawa’t kalahating taon, naging kawayan at simpleng ngitian na lang ang pagbati namin sa bawat isa, na para bang wala kaming napagdaanan noon sa nakalipas, na para bang wala kaming pinagsamahang masasaya at mapapait na pangyayari sa Garden of Eden ng aming parokya. Naalala nyo pa ba ang kdoalympics na champion tayo pero ni piso wala tayong natanggap na tulong mula sa parokya, ang pait ng karanasan pero dahil sama sama tayo, naging matamis na tagumpay. Naalala nyo pa ba ang hulin nating dalaw kay Fr.Boy noong buhay pa siya, celebration nya noon ng birthday nya? Naalala nyo pa ba kung paano umiyak si Paulding mula Orion hanggang Balanga cementery? Nakakaalalala pa ba kayo?
Madami nga naman ang binabago ng panahon. Kapag hindi ka magiingat, pati ikaw mismo babaguhin nito.
Nagsimula ang kwento namin grade five pa lang ako, lumago at namulaklak noong second year high school ako at pinagbawalan na kaming magserve noong fourth year high school at ngayon, third year college student na ako pero yun pa rin ang hinahanap-hanap ko.
Sa parokya natin, sa ministry natin, dahil sa gabay ninyo, ng kura at ng Obispo natin, nahulog ang loob ko sa Diyos. Dahil sa lahat ng mga pinagdaanan nating masasaya at malulungkot na pangyayari, dahil sa mga opurtunidad na binigay ninyo sa akin, dahil sa mga taong pinakilala ninyo sa akin, dahil sa lahat ng mga aral na itinuro ninyo sa akin, natuto akong mahalin ang Diyos ng buong buhay ko. Oo, ang pangarap ko noon kuya Bob, yun pa din po ang pangarap ko ngayon.. pero sana maingatan ko pa siya nang matagal pa..
Ang paglilingkod sa inyo at kay God, yun sana ang buhay ko kaso nawala nang lahat.
Mula sa halos araw-araw na pagsisimba at pagdarasal ng Rosaryo hanggang sa hindi ko na alam kung kalian ang huli kong simba at dasal. Pati nga yata noong birthday ko, hindi ako nakapagsimba eh. Ang aga kasi ng Misa ng mga Dominikano sa Chapel.haha XD
Ganito na ako ngayon, madami na din halos nagbago gaya nyo, wala na kasi saaking gumagabay. Paty dito, gimmick doon. Kahit ano na lang pinapasok ko. Oo, aaminin ko, kulang nakulang ang pinasok kong pinkabagong organization, first love at hinahanap-hanap kasi ng puso ko ang paglilingkod sa parokya. Wala naman kasing pangkabataan na samahan sa parokya namin, Monsi, pakinggan mo po ako, wag magbingi-bingihan sa tawag ng panahon.
Ikaw, matutulungan mo ba ako?
Isang milyong pirma para sa kaluluwa ni Eda! Haha
Isang milyong pirma din para pakinggan ako ng kura ko! Hahahaha
Daan daang bilyong pirma para dito na lang ulit sa Bataan si frSoc! Hahaha
O kaya naman, ampunin nyo na lang ako sa parokya nyo, pramis papasalubungan ko kayo palagi ng kendi. Haha :D
Kanina, pagdating ko sa Katedral nakita ko si Kuya Jay kaya sumama muna ako sakanya at dahil don, nakita ko sina Kris Aquino, James Yap at Baby James na palabas sa likuran ng Max’s papunta nang Katedral. Nagulat ako kasi biglag paglingon ko sila pala yon. Haha. Ang daming kabataan, mga highschool students, hindi magkamayaw. Sa Mayor pa lang ng Balanga, solve na sila at ang lakas tumili at nagpapapicture pa, lalo naman nang lumabas na sina Kris Aquino, nabingi yata ako.
Sinusundan ng mga tao sina Kris, artista nga naman. Kung nasaan sila, nandoon ang malaking kumpol ng tao kaya naman parang isang malaking heater yung loob ng Katedral kanina, hanggang sa labasan sa may pintuan sumisingaw ang mainit na hangin. Buti na lang pala hindi umulan ng malakas kundi mababasa kami ng mga taong nasa labas na lang nagsimba dahil hindi na kasya sa loob ng simbahan. Kulang na kulang yung laki ng Katedral para sa Misa kanina, ang dami talagang tao, lalo pa’t sinuspinde ang pasok sa highschool sa TDel at BNHS para makapagsimba sila.
Paliko na kami papuntang gilid ng Katedral nang makasalubong namin si Father Soc, nagsimula nang pumila ang mga nagmamano sakanya.. hanggang sa maubos na.. ako na lang hindi nagmamano sa aming lahat hanggang sa lumagpas na sya ng dalawang hakbang:
Kuya Jay: Oh bakit ka hindi nag mano Eda: Ayaw ko, masakit kuya Jay eh. Aalis na siya.
Nagsisimula na yung Misa pero ang dami pa ring labas pasok sa gilid na pintuan ng harapan ng Katedral, hindi mapalagay kung saan pupwesto habang Misa. Yung mga madre nagpumilit pang pumasok pero makalipas ang ilang minuto, may mga lumalabas din. Yung ibang mga layko nagpupumilit ring pumasok, hindi ko alam kung magsisimba talaga o gusto lang makita si Kris Aquino at si “Papa” James. Sabi pa ng nasa harapan ko, “Aba, hindi ako papayag na hindi makita si Kris at Papa James”. At lahat silang pumasok sa loob ng Katedral, paglabas ay iisa ang itsura, kasama na rin ang pamilya Aquino, basing basa sa pawis na parang may libreng shower o umuulan din sa loob ng Katedral ni San Jose.
Ikalawang beses ko pa lang ito naranasan na magsimba sa labas ng Katedral: una noong installation ni bishop Soc, July 3, 2004. Kasi naman, kahit na late akong dumating sa bawat diocesan mass, humahanap pa rin ako ng paraan na makapasok at makaupo pa.
Pagkatapos ng Misa, paglabas ni Kris sa may pintuan na kinatatayuan ko, bigla namang dami ng tao doon so tinabihan ko na lang yung mga madre sa pintuan ng ossuary at pinanood silang pagkaguluhan ang Box Office Queen at RP Team Captain na magpuntang kumbento at doon naman dumami ang tao sa carpark ng kumbento.
Narinig ko nanaman ang umiiyak na boses ni Kris Aquino, “Sorry Archbishop Soc, but I can’t let go of Mom.” Sabi nya yon kasi sabi ni ARCHbishop Soc na we should let go of Tita Cory na daw kasi the essence of that forty days of mourning is learning to let go. Sorry Archbishop Soc, it is really hard to let go, it takes a lot of time, forty days is too short.
Narinig ko din ang humihikbing tinig ni Father Soc nangmabaling ang atensyon sa balita nang pagalis nya, “Hindi pa muna ako magpapaalam. Saka na lang, sa huling Misa ko na lang dito sa atin ko sasabihin ang aking damdamin, binigyan pa naman akong palugit na dalawang buwan. Magkikita-kita pa rin naman tayo.”…hik.. “binebendisyunan ko kayo sa ngalan ng Ama, Anak (..huhu) at …….ng………Espiritu………………………… …………….. San….t….o……AMEN.”
Dalawang buwan na lang Bataan..
May mga taong pumunta lang yata sa Misa na yon para makita sina Kris at James at si Baby James na rin, pero meron din namang nakikidalamhati talaga sa pagpanaw ni Tita Cory.
Si Tita Cory, marami siyang itunuro sa atin. Isa sa paborito ko ang “Bayan muna bago ang sarili”. Selfless hindi ba. Ngayon kilala na natin si Tita Cory bilang Tita Cory, hindi bilang asawa ni Ninoy o bilang nanay ni Kris. Hindi ako nakiki-Tita Cory ako kasi uso, nakiki-Tita Cory ako kasi idol ko si Corazon-Cojuanco Aquino dahil sa kanyang selflessness, courage, integrity and love of nation.
Ang Misa kanina ni Father Soc, sa aking tingin, dalawa ang binalingan, ang para sa Ika ApatnaPung araw ng pagpanaw ni Tita Cory at para sa simula ng pagpapaalam kay Father Soc.
Father Soc. Msgr. Soc. Bishop Soc.
Ngayon
Archbishop Soc: the youngest archbishop.
Pagkatapos ng Misa, nakaupo ako sa Katedral, hindi ko naman talaga hinihintay si Lerie eh, Fergy, nakikipagkwentuhan ako kay San Jose, pero okay lang din na dumating ka..
Ang dami nanaman nating nagpagkwentuhan. Kakaiba. Ibang level. Pihado di nila kakayanin. Hahaha.
Actually, namiss ko yon, ang kalokohan pagkatapos ng misa ng Obispo. Nagkalat at umeepal sa kumbento, sa buhay ng mga pari. Haha :D
May nagpaparty talaga, at makikiparty na din ako sakanila kahit na hindi ko alam bakit sila nagcecelebrate..binalibali
ktad ko na rin lahat, tumungin na rin ako sa darkest side pero wala pa rin eh. Pero de bale na, makikiparty na din ako. Two years ago, bitter naman din ako eh.sasaluhan ko na sila. Haha
Matagal ko na pong nililigawan itong ramp model na stage actress na nakilala ko recently sa isang party. Nasisiraan na ako ng bait. Pag nakilala mo siya, tiyak matutunaw ang utak mo sa kakaisip sa kanya.
Hingi lang po ako ng advice. Paano ko po siya mapapaibig? Bibigyan ko ba siya ng tula ? Haharanahin ko ba siya? Roses? Kalachuchi? Chocnut at sampaguita?
In lab na po ako. Ano po ang gagawin ko? Is she the one.
Lubos na gumagalang,
- Bartolome -
- ANG REPLY -
Dear Bartolome,
Hindi ka talaga sasagutin niyang nililigawan mo. Napaka-old school kasi ng mga tactics mo. Wala nang gumagawa ng ganyan. Sa panahon ngayon, lahat ng bagay, nagtaas na. Nagtaas na ang gasolina, nagtaas na ang presyo ng bigas at mga bilihin, nagtaas na ang pamasahe, at lalong nagtaas na rin ng standards ang mga babae. Hindi na uubra yang siopao at kalachuci mo. Lalo na yung huli mong binigay, hopia at santan. Ano ba pare? Ano'ng era ka ba pinanganak? Pero don't worry. It's not too late. May pag-asa ka pa. Hindi pa naman siya kinakasal at di pa niya sinasagot yung crush niya na basketball player. Kahit lamang siya ng sampung paligo sa'yo, daanin mo sa utak at creativity. Dahil aminin na natin, iyon na lang talaga ang pag-asa mo. Heto, bibigyan kita ng mga simple, tried and tested na mga regalo para di siya mapurga sa hopia at siomai. Sundin mo 'to, tiyak na lalaglag ang bagang niya sa'yo. Mga medyo more than your usual regalong panligaw:
1. Bili ka ng century tuna. Ilagay mo sa isang napakalaking box-yung sinlaki ng TV o kaya box ng desktop PC mo. Tapos balutan mo ng magarang pambalot. Kuntsabahin mo na yung teacher niya sa Calculus. Sa gitna ng klase, bigla kang kumatok sa classroom.. Pero dapat, incognito ka. Magsuot ka ng LBC jacket, magshades, at magsuot ng surgical mask. Pagpasok mo sa classroom, iabot mo yung box sa teacher, at papirmahin mo ng acknowledgement receipt. Tapos pabuksan mo in front of everyone. Tignan mong mabuti ang reaction sa mukha niya.
Later during the day, pag tinanong niya kung bakit Century Tuna ang binigay mo, iikot mo yung lata at ituro mo yung sign na "Omega 8." Pag tinanong niya kung ano yung Omega 8, sabihin mo: "because you're good for my heart."
2. Mangolekta ka ng isang dosenang hanger na libre mong nakukuha tuwing nagpapa-dry clean ka. Tapos, sa bawat hanger, isulat mo: "I miss hanging out with you."
3. Instead of roses, kuha ka ng tissue paper sa banyo ng school mo. Gawin mong tissue paper roses. Gawa ka ng isang dosena. Pag-abot mo, sabihin mo, "Ganito kalinis ang pag-ibig ko sa'yo."
4. Bili ka ng tetra pack ng mantikang Minola. Tapos bilugan mo yung "with Omega 8." Hindi na siya magtatanong kung bakit.
5. Bigyan mo ng ice cream cone. Dapat cone lang at walang ice cream. Pag hinanap niya yung ice cream, sabihin mo, "natunaw na kakatitig sa'yo."
6. Bili ka ng sandosenang box ng crayola. Kolektahin mo lahat ng black. Lagay mo sa isang box ng crayola. Sa likod, isulat mo: "Walang kulay ang buhay kung wala ka."
7. Bigyan mo siya ng mumurahing bumbilya. Alam mo na siguro by this time kung ano ang isasagot pag tinanong niya kung bakit. (para sa mga hindi maka-"gets", kapag tinanong ka, ang sagot mo ay, "sapagkat, ikaw lamang ang tanging ilaw at liwanag sa buhay ko", o kaya naman ay, "you light up my life".
8. I-text mo siya ng: "Hindi tayo tao, hindi tayo hayop, hindi tayo halaman. Bagay tayo. Bagay!"
9. Bigyan mo siya ng calling card ng MMDA. Sa likod, isulat mo "para pag nagkabanggaan ang puso natin."
10. Padalhan mo ng Happy Meal pero huwag mong ibibigay yung libreng laruan. Paghinanap niya, sabihin mo: "Ako yung freebie, at ikaw yung meal na nagpapahappy sa'kin."
11. Sunugin ang kanyang bahay at padalhan ng hallmark card: "aanhin mo pa ang bahay mo, kung matagal ka nang nakatira sa puso ko"
12. Pagatapos sunugin ang kanyang bahay, padalhan siya ng isang box ng posporo, Guitar brand. unahan ang kanyang galit at sabihin, "ayan ang posporo na ginamit ko sa pagsunog ng iyong bahay, match na tayo"
13. Sa kalagitnaan ng isang malupit na bagyo, pasalubungan sya ng "salbabida", wag payong, o mainit na mami. Pag nagtanong bakit? ang isagot mo ay " ayaw kong malunod ka sa pag mamahal ko."
14. Pag pumayag na siyang makipagdate, dalhin mo siya sa canteen at huwag bibitawan ang kamay. Pag tinanong niya kung bakit, ituro mo yun sign na "don't leave your valuables unattended"
