Topic: More important for students to study history and literature than science and math.
History and literature are often intertwined in reference to past events and philosophies. Although they are very important in understanding our current situation, they can be detrimental in such a way that a person perceives no other solution or philosophy to improve the status quo. Although both are helpful such that they can advise people in avoiding repeating the mistakes of the past, them alone cannot help Mankind to move forward.
On the other hand, Science and Mathematics are quite abstract and forward-looking fields; interrelated in a way that Math is a subordinate of Science. Math is given a purpose by Science; it provides for the calculations needed in a scientific experiment to prove and disprove theories.
To be buried in history and literature will make a man make discoveries of the past, a new revelation perhaps. But it is a very backward-looking life, forever looking behind and appreciating all that is past and not the present nor the future.
The present is our time; we have to make something out of it and not by just looking on the glories of our ancestors. We do appreciate them and we learn from them, and those learnings are the ground, the rock- from which base we start to move forward.
It is my opinion therefore, that they are all equally important and that students should be able to have a fair understanding on each of the four subjects. To have a common ground on all these will make students more considerate of the other aspects as well as a broader view on life. Their perspectives or responses on a particular issue will then include the point of view from the other fields. The exposure to the different fields will lead the students to realize what they really want. It is then on higher education that students can have the option on what they want to specialize in.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
a play
i watched a show a few hours ago and i had fun observing the contestants.
from a point of view of a detached audience- as audiences are anyway.
---
iv seen that scenario so many times -unfolding in front of me
played out so many times in the past months.
it seemed like there was something going on between them, a past romance i guess
they tried to act civilly
the girl wanted so much to impress everybody
that by giving the correct answers she will be able to impress him
and show everybody she's worth something-at least more than they think of her now
she tries to act happy, hyper even
but amidst the ever smiling face, there is the feeling that somehow
he will admire her and probably love her again
that maybe if she was able to answer everything he asked of her
he'll admire her, he'll think more of her
and realize how much he lost.
she was eager to impress him to see how much she was really worth to him.
but then he was cool
pretty pretty cool
and he was focused on his objectives-
play cool,and play well.
at the end of the game, the girl lost.
she gave the wrong answers on the few times he asked for help
he called on her just to show everybody he acted civilly and that he was a sport
even when she was there by his side, he acted as if she wasnt
he showed her he doesnt-didnt need her, and he can well answer for his own
they were both trying to make a point-
that each was superior to another,that the other should be the one begging
one was hurt
one was appeasing
both were proud
and the girl lost.
but love, romance- at least sometime in the past
was remembered again.
they werent over it
whatever it is that drifted them apart- or drew them close in the first place.
from a point of view of a detached audience- as audiences are anyway.
---
iv seen that scenario so many times -unfolding in front of me
played out so many times in the past months.
it seemed like there was something going on between them, a past romance i guess
they tried to act civilly
the girl wanted so much to impress everybody
that by giving the correct answers she will be able to impress him
and show everybody she's worth something-at least more than they think of her now
she tries to act happy, hyper even
but amidst the ever smiling face, there is the feeling that somehow
he will admire her and probably love her again
that maybe if she was able to answer everything he asked of her
he'll admire her, he'll think more of her
and realize how much he lost.
she was eager to impress him to see how much she was really worth to him.
but then he was cool
pretty pretty cool
and he was focused on his objectives-
play cool,and play well.
at the end of the game, the girl lost.
she gave the wrong answers on the few times he asked for help
he called on her just to show everybody he acted civilly and that he was a sport
even when she was there by his side, he acted as if she wasnt
he showed her he doesnt-didnt need her, and he can well answer for his own
they were both trying to make a point-
that each was superior to another,that the other should be the one begging
one was hurt
one was appeasing
both were proud
and the girl lost.
but love, romance- at least sometime in the past
was remembered again.
they werent over it
whatever it is that drifted them apart- or drew them close in the first place.
Saturday, August 01, 2009
Trust Issues
You please me darling.
My darkest deepest insecurities, you sympathize with greatly.
My love, what will I do without you?
With you, I felt invincible.
Your love tide us over,
uncurrents rise us above everyone else.
If I could relive the moments again
I swear I will be more sensitive of your advances
The lost promises-
Was it because of me they remain unfulfilled?
People write the love sonnets best
After they were loved, and loved in return
-and lost.
To remember those lovely times
Crushes my heart in the most bitter way
To face the weeks and months ahead
-the years
Without you-
Never fails to make me realize
how much I've lost.
You have to make me -please!
You have to help me
You have to understand.
I cannot, without your help, show you
how much I care about you.
Because darling,
I don't know how.
My darkest deepest insecurities, you sympathize with greatly.
My love, what will I do without you?
With you, I felt invincible.
Your love tide us over,
uncurrents rise us above everyone else.
If I could relive the moments again
I swear I will be more sensitive of your advances
The lost promises-
Was it because of me they remain unfulfilled?
People write the love sonnets best
After they were loved, and loved in return
-and lost.
To remember those lovely times
Crushes my heart in the most bitter way
To face the weeks and months ahead
-the years
Without you-
Never fails to make me realize
how much I've lost.
You have to make me -please!
You have to help me
You have to understand.
I cannot, without your help, show you
how much I care about you.
Because darling,
I don't know how.
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
pretend darling
i am a little desperate..a bit desperate to move on, move out and leave this place.
i cannot, with all the patience and tolerance that i have, stay in one place for too long. nor be with the same people for a long time. it tires me, bores me, and makes me sick and irritated with everything and everybody. i need a change of scenery every now and then, to reflect and to forget. i never had a best friend perhaps because of this. i see people in the best way i can. i approach people with the best intentions. i easily make friends, draw them closer than what others can do. and then there is the wall. i do not easily reveal secrets, and i prefer concealment than lying. i am a terrible liar; the best i can do is put on a poker face and be silent. and my friends will reach the limit, and i cannot draw them closer anymore, nor do i want to.
i feel so...neglected lately. was it my fault then, that i was so secretive and do not participate much in conversations? maybe it's true, that indeed i am a loner. im okay being alone, unlike some people who need companions most of the time.
up to last year, i always thought i can get along with any person, at least from the start. up to last year, i thought i have enough patience to tolerate the need to stay with any person for some time. turned out i was wrong big time. as months went by, i realized i was alone in my little world. i have always been a spectator rather than a particpant in anything. people i love to watch. but to interact is a diferent matter. most of the time they come naturally though.
what i have been saying might be contradicting. i do get along well with people especially those i talk to the first time, but these are those whom i met several times before. but any closer and any newer will probably make me nervous and edgy.
they never do seem to understad me. their way of thinking is different from mine. and though they are accurate most of the time, the narrow mindedness and limitations of the way they think annoys me.
my communication skills are not good, not as good as them. i cannot make them comprehend my ideas, thoughts. they think im stupid so most of the time i just leave them alone until they were able to realize or think on their own what i have been saying or what was obvious for a long time.
they probably do not intend to bully or annoy me, but their teasing on certain matters really gets me. sometimes i pretend i do not hear or see them. i pretend that i did not understand them, just to prevent any more damage on my part.
it tires me so to be in this state. and it depresses me more. i wish i could go out. transfer and move away, before i break somebody else's neck.
i cannot, with all the patience and tolerance that i have, stay in one place for too long. nor be with the same people for a long time. it tires me, bores me, and makes me sick and irritated with everything and everybody. i need a change of scenery every now and then, to reflect and to forget. i never had a best friend perhaps because of this. i see people in the best way i can. i approach people with the best intentions. i easily make friends, draw them closer than what others can do. and then there is the wall. i do not easily reveal secrets, and i prefer concealment than lying. i am a terrible liar; the best i can do is put on a poker face and be silent. and my friends will reach the limit, and i cannot draw them closer anymore, nor do i want to.
i feel so...neglected lately. was it my fault then, that i was so secretive and do not participate much in conversations? maybe it's true, that indeed i am a loner. im okay being alone, unlike some people who need companions most of the time.
up to last year, i always thought i can get along with any person, at least from the start. up to last year, i thought i have enough patience to tolerate the need to stay with any person for some time. turned out i was wrong big time. as months went by, i realized i was alone in my little world. i have always been a spectator rather than a particpant in anything. people i love to watch. but to interact is a diferent matter. most of the time they come naturally though.
what i have been saying might be contradicting. i do get along well with people especially those i talk to the first time, but these are those whom i met several times before. but any closer and any newer will probably make me nervous and edgy.
they never do seem to understad me. their way of thinking is different from mine. and though they are accurate most of the time, the narrow mindedness and limitations of the way they think annoys me.
my communication skills are not good, not as good as them. i cannot make them comprehend my ideas, thoughts. they think im stupid so most of the time i just leave them alone until they were able to realize or think on their own what i have been saying or what was obvious for a long time.
they probably do not intend to bully or annoy me, but their teasing on certain matters really gets me. sometimes i pretend i do not hear or see them. i pretend that i did not understand them, just to prevent any more damage on my part.
it tires me so to be in this state. and it depresses me more. i wish i could go out. transfer and move away, before i break somebody else's neck.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
inspired by kule
January 28, 2008 (Monday)
Philippine Collegian (Kule)
No. 21
25 Enero 08
Editorial: Hollow Glory
“For being celebratory is a double-edged disposition. It can either be a worthy occasion for assessment, or a mere opportunity for extravagance.”
I was actually tempted to write in double-edged sword.
Reading them made me think of the fiestas we celebrate in our provinces, with all the bonggang handaan. Though now they are kinda mellowing a little; not so much as I remembered years ago. Maybe people are becoming more sensible with their money. Sometimes I can’t avoid thinking they are all a façade, a pretense, a false image we want other people to see us. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy going to fiestas – meeting people, the food, and the merrymaking. Just that watching these poor people who barely have enough to build a cemented house in an island always ravaged by typhoons, are offering their visitors so much food that could have last them for weeks. It makes me guilty to even eat their food.
I appreciate it that they do that. And I know they don’t want to be pitied. But then I can’t help it; thinking how they could be better off not wasting so much money on the handaan.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
grinch
"...and the Grinch, with his Grinch-like feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so?
It came without ribbons.
It came without tags.
It came without packages, boxes or bags.
And he puzzled and puzzled til his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before:
What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store.
What if Christmas perhaps, means a little bit more.." - Dr. Seuss
-Forwarded text message from Sani. December 24, 2007 7:15:56pm
It came without ribbons.
It came without tags.
It came without packages, boxes or bags.
And he puzzled and puzzled til his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before:
What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store.
What if Christmas perhaps, means a little bit more.." - Dr. Seuss
-Forwarded text message from Sani. December 24, 2007 7:15:56pm
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Forwarded text message
Forwarded text message:
When you're stuck loving someone, no matter how hard you try to forget that person, it's just not enough. Sometimes all we can do is STAY AWAY. And it does help a bit, but just for a while. 'Cause when that person shows you even the SMALLEST GESTURE OF AFFECTION, all your efforts of moving on go down the drain. And you're left alone gaian with nothing to say but..."Damn, I just fell for that again."
-Thanks Arcadio for sending this. It's exactly the way I feel about him (my uber longtime crush). I can't help it, and I really do try. Sometimes there are infatuations in between. I like another person but after some time it wears off, and I go back to dreaming of you again. They don't usually last long, those in-betweens. It's gone before they even realize it. And i can't figure out what to do to forget you and move on, MOVE ON. Years my gosh, and I think I've wasted a lot of my time for you, achieving nothing in return.
When you're stuck loving someone, no matter how hard you try to forget that person, it's just not enough. Sometimes all we can do is STAY AWAY. And it does help a bit, but just for a while. 'Cause when that person shows you even the SMALLEST GESTURE OF AFFECTION, all your efforts of moving on go down the drain. And you're left alone gaian with nothing to say but..."Damn, I just fell for that again."
-Thanks Arcadio for sending this. It's exactly the way I feel about him (my uber longtime crush). I can't help it, and I really do try. Sometimes there are infatuations in between. I like another person but after some time it wears off, and I go back to dreaming of you again. They don't usually last long, those in-betweens. It's gone before they even realize it. And i can't figure out what to do to forget you and move on, MOVE ON. Years my gosh, and I think I've wasted a lot of my time for you, achieving nothing in return.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
A Great Christmas: "Deal or No Deal"
For three years now, our family has been celebrating our Christmases with a competition. On the eve of the 24th of December, all of my relatives who are at the province gather at my grandmother’s house to celebrate Christmas. Since all of us in the province live in just one baranggay, it was easy to communicate with everybody.
The competition started on December 2004. To make the party more exciting, my grandmother decided that every family should present a little something – a show without any limit. It can be a dance or a song number, a play, or any other we could think of. There was only one rule: that all members of the family should participate in whatever they are going to present. An aunt from Germany sponsored the competition; that means she’s going to give the prizes. First prize was P 5000 for the winning family, and there were consolation prizes for the rest.
Now it so happened that my mom was so driven to win that competition. It’s not as if we really need the money. Maybe she was just in it for the excitement of a competition. So she secretly came up with an idea of how we’re going to present. Since we were all Disney babies (we were raised watching Disney movies!), and there are five girls in our family (me and my four sisters) plus our mom, that’s six, she decided that we’ll do a Disney show. She assigned a character for each one of us- Mulan, Little Mermaid, Jasmine, Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella (me!), Beauty and the Beast (my mom & dad). We prepared the costumes, the music, and choreographed the whole show. Some were made to sing, some danced, and some did both.
The night of the competition, which is Christmas Eve, we were ready and confident to win. We were chosen to present first, and the others were so surprised and amused. They didn’t think that we prepared that much, and I must admit, my mom’s idea was pretty good. After our presentation, they felt that they have no chances of winning since they didn’t prepare much. They didn’t think anybody would give much thought about it. The parents or adults weren’t that concerned, but the kids, my cousins, sulked. They were telling their parents to practice but their parents were either too busy or just didn’t give much thought about it. Now they were regretting that they weren’t able to come up with a better presentation.
Since it seemed we’re the only ones who prepared, my grandmother decided to call off the competition. It was unfair; and my dad couldn’t help expressing his opinions. The thing is, it was an announced competition- fair and square. The rules were clear and there was no question or objection to any matter regarding the competition. It was probably my grandmother’s pity (awa) to the other families. They don’t even need that P5000. It’s just a bit of an incentive. Instead, she decided to give us a vaseful of chocolate coins – imported I guess, with the glass vase more valuable than those inside it, but much less than the supposed prize. But what concerns me most is the bad example she set for the little children – bending the rules without any justifiable reason. I don’t know if a relative asked her to call off the competition. But most knew that it was unfair, and it really felt awkward and stupid. After that, we just decided to forget the whole thing and enjoy the rest of the party.
December 2005: Now everybody’s preparing for their presentations. We decided to present (again, my mom’s idea) a magic show! My dad’s going to be the magician, and we’re supposed to be the dancers and the assistants. My mom hired someone to do our costumes and then we practiced our dance steps and blockings. My dad decided to go for a look like an Indian or a genie with a chaleco and a turban. We also have to prepare appropriate music for the show.
Haha! It was a blast! They didn’t anticipate it. Although my dad (who practiced the tricks just earlier that day) failed on a trick, he managed to get the audience roaring with laughter and entertainment. Though it was a little messy presentation, the idea was unique as compared to the others and audience participation and impact was greater than anybody else’s.
We won. We’re happy. My bachelor uncle sponsored for the prizes. Though they decided to reduce the first prize and increase the lower prizes, after of course, our presentation. It’s Christmas, I don’t want to say another bad word.
December 2006: My mom has an idea again. It seems like she’s always prepared for this. She wants a “Deal or No Deal” show. There are six girls total – my youngest sister was to play Kris Aquino, and the rest of us were to be the 26 K. My dad’s the banker. He was so excited he devised his radio set and headsets for “Kris”. My mom then again thought that we should be dressed in those sexy outfits the girls in “Deal or No Deal” wore. So she decided to hire someone again (same one who made our costumes last year) to make our green spaghetti tank top dresses. Since there are only 5 of us as the 26K, we have two “briefcases” each so that there are 10 amounts to choose from. My dad asked one of his construction workers to make the stands and my sister and I made the envelopes with the amounts written on them (the briefcases). Then there’s the music I have to download with the opening music, banker’s music and tension music (it’s the one you hear when a contestant is thinking of what briefcase to open, and when to press the button or not). It was fun preparing and dancing since we had to practice the dance steps the 26K girls do at the start of the show. Ours was all manual- there was a big illustration board for the amounts, and one of us has to strike out the amount which was opened. The audience was happy! They enjoyed the show and they were very much entertained. We gave a real prize by the way; the highest was P 2000 I think, with the lowest as P 1. The contestant got P 800.
The other presented a nativity play and several dance shows. Guess who won? One of the families who danced a folk dance crossed with modern steps and music, or vice-versa. All of us were pretty surprised. Even the winning family was so surprised. They were so sure they would lose after seeing all the presentations. I think they should be third, with the nativity coming in second, and ours as first. I forgot who the judges were, but I’m sure my grandmother’s one of them.
Of course some of the adults couldn’t help expressing themselves – some were in favor of us; some would rather keep silent for fear of angering the other parties.
That’s one year ago, and this year I think my mom doesn’t want to enter into a “competition” which isn’t really a fair one. There are criteria for judging given at the start; so even the kids know who’s going to win after watching the presentations.
My mom’s reply after we asked her what we’re going to present: “Ah, magdDEAL or NO DEAL pa rin tayo every year hanggang magsawa sila.”
-modified some: Jasmine (Snow White) and P2000 (P1000). I really coudn't remember the exact details when I wrote this for the Inquirer. My mom reminded after she read the issue. hehe. Had to give credit for Inquirer staff for making up the title. I also forgot to make one. :P
The competition started on December 2004. To make the party more exciting, my grandmother decided that every family should present a little something – a show without any limit. It can be a dance or a song number, a play, or any other we could think of. There was only one rule: that all members of the family should participate in whatever they are going to present. An aunt from Germany sponsored the competition; that means she’s going to give the prizes. First prize was P 5000 for the winning family, and there were consolation prizes for the rest.
Now it so happened that my mom was so driven to win that competition. It’s not as if we really need the money. Maybe she was just in it for the excitement of a competition. So she secretly came up with an idea of how we’re going to present. Since we were all Disney babies (we were raised watching Disney movies!), and there are five girls in our family (me and my four sisters) plus our mom, that’s six, she decided that we’ll do a Disney show. She assigned a character for each one of us- Mulan, Little Mermaid, Jasmine, Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella (me!), Beauty and the Beast (my mom & dad). We prepared the costumes, the music, and choreographed the whole show. Some were made to sing, some danced, and some did both.
The night of the competition, which is Christmas Eve, we were ready and confident to win. We were chosen to present first, and the others were so surprised and amused. They didn’t think that we prepared that much, and I must admit, my mom’s idea was pretty good. After our presentation, they felt that they have no chances of winning since they didn’t prepare much. They didn’t think anybody would give much thought about it. The parents or adults weren’t that concerned, but the kids, my cousins, sulked. They were telling their parents to practice but their parents were either too busy or just didn’t give much thought about it. Now they were regretting that they weren’t able to come up with a better presentation.
Since it seemed we’re the only ones who prepared, my grandmother decided to call off the competition. It was unfair; and my dad couldn’t help expressing his opinions. The thing is, it was an announced competition- fair and square. The rules were clear and there was no question or objection to any matter regarding the competition. It was probably my grandmother’s pity (awa) to the other families. They don’t even need that P5000. It’s just a bit of an incentive. Instead, she decided to give us a vaseful of chocolate coins – imported I guess, with the glass vase more valuable than those inside it, but much less than the supposed prize. But what concerns me most is the bad example she set for the little children – bending the rules without any justifiable reason. I don’t know if a relative asked her to call off the competition. But most knew that it was unfair, and it really felt awkward and stupid. After that, we just decided to forget the whole thing and enjoy the rest of the party.
December 2005: Now everybody’s preparing for their presentations. We decided to present (again, my mom’s idea) a magic show! My dad’s going to be the magician, and we’re supposed to be the dancers and the assistants. My mom hired someone to do our costumes and then we practiced our dance steps and blockings. My dad decided to go for a look like an Indian or a genie with a chaleco and a turban. We also have to prepare appropriate music for the show.
Haha! It was a blast! They didn’t anticipate it. Although my dad (who practiced the tricks just earlier that day) failed on a trick, he managed to get the audience roaring with laughter and entertainment. Though it was a little messy presentation, the idea was unique as compared to the others and audience participation and impact was greater than anybody else’s.
We won. We’re happy. My bachelor uncle sponsored for the prizes. Though they decided to reduce the first prize and increase the lower prizes, after of course, our presentation. It’s Christmas, I don’t want to say another bad word.
December 2006: My mom has an idea again. It seems like she’s always prepared for this. She wants a “Deal or No Deal” show. There are six girls total – my youngest sister was to play Kris Aquino, and the rest of us were to be the 26 K. My dad’s the banker. He was so excited he devised his radio set and headsets for “Kris”. My mom then again thought that we should be dressed in those sexy outfits the girls in “Deal or No Deal” wore. So she decided to hire someone again (same one who made our costumes last year) to make our green spaghetti tank top dresses. Since there are only 5 of us as the 26K, we have two “briefcases” each so that there are 10 amounts to choose from. My dad asked one of his construction workers to make the stands and my sister and I made the envelopes with the amounts written on them (the briefcases). Then there’s the music I have to download with the opening music, banker’s music and tension music (it’s the one you hear when a contestant is thinking of what briefcase to open, and when to press the button or not). It was fun preparing and dancing since we had to practice the dance steps the 26K girls do at the start of the show. Ours was all manual- there was a big illustration board for the amounts, and one of us has to strike out the amount which was opened. The audience was happy! They enjoyed the show and they were very much entertained. We gave a real prize by the way; the highest was P 2000 I think, with the lowest as P 1. The contestant got P 800.
The other presented a nativity play and several dance shows. Guess who won? One of the families who danced a folk dance crossed with modern steps and music, or vice-versa. All of us were pretty surprised. Even the winning family was so surprised. They were so sure they would lose after seeing all the presentations. I think they should be third, with the nativity coming in second, and ours as first. I forgot who the judges were, but I’m sure my grandmother’s one of them.
Of course some of the adults couldn’t help expressing themselves – some were in favor of us; some would rather keep silent for fear of angering the other parties.
That’s one year ago, and this year I think my mom doesn’t want to enter into a “competition” which isn’t really a fair one. There are criteria for judging given at the start; so even the kids know who’s going to win after watching the presentations.
My mom’s reply after we asked her what we’re going to present: “Ah, magdDEAL or NO DEAL pa rin tayo every year hanggang magsawa sila.”
-modified some: Jasmine (Snow White) and P2000 (P1000). I really coudn't remember the exact details when I wrote this for the Inquirer. My mom reminded after she read the issue. hehe. Had to give credit for Inquirer staff for making up the title. I also forgot to make one. :P
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
and yes, for you again
and you told another teacher that i'm salbahe?
yes, i'd like to think that it was you who told him. i couldn't bear to think that other teachers would tell that to him.
and you're always saying makulit ako. pinakamakulit sa klase. ah so u'd prefer that everybody in the class will text you rather than ako lang?
i'm sorry if i've been makulit. nalaman mo din sana kung gaano din sila kakulit.
i wish you luck. i wish you well.
yes, i'd like to think that it was you who told him. i couldn't bear to think that other teachers would tell that to him.
and you're always saying makulit ako. pinakamakulit sa klase. ah so u'd prefer that everybody in the class will text you rather than ako lang?
i'm sorry if i've been makulit. nalaman mo din sana kung gaano din sila kakulit.
i wish you luck. i wish you well.
to my teacher
it was already good, you know. even if i wasn't talking to you that much, you could have realized that it was already going fine.
or were we pretending to be tipsy or worse, drunk?
were you?
you asked kung sino sasama pabalik. were you directing that question to me? i felt like it was. and it seemed like ako lang naman pwede.
i was angry at you when you told everybody in the car (addressing no one in particular) that i wasn't your favorite in class. and you told them your favorite was the one who got high grades, and that i got low grades.
we weren't even discussing any topic connected with that matter. You just said it. And i was surprised more than angry. and i think the rest was surprised too. nobody reacted, if you noticed.
why were you being so defensive?
i wasn't asking to be your favorite student. i didn't care if i'm NOT a favorite student. but why do you have to tell everybody there? why do you have to remind me and tell everybody that i got low grades in your class? as if they care.
as if i care.
if that person is your fave student (one who's always getting the high grades), makakarating sa kanya, sabihin mo lang.
i was angry afterwards. after i overcame the shock. when i got home and realized what you said.
and i'm still confused.
or were we pretending to be tipsy or worse, drunk?
were you?
you asked kung sino sasama pabalik. were you directing that question to me? i felt like it was. and it seemed like ako lang naman pwede.
i was angry at you when you told everybody in the car (addressing no one in particular) that i wasn't your favorite in class. and you told them your favorite was the one who got high grades, and that i got low grades.
we weren't even discussing any topic connected with that matter. You just said it. And i was surprised more than angry. and i think the rest was surprised too. nobody reacted, if you noticed.
why were you being so defensive?
i wasn't asking to be your favorite student. i didn't care if i'm NOT a favorite student. but why do you have to tell everybody there? why do you have to remind me and tell everybody that i got low grades in your class? as if they care.
as if i care.
if that person is your fave student (one who's always getting the high grades), makakarating sa kanya, sabihin mo lang.
i was angry afterwards. after i overcame the shock. when i got home and realized what you said.
and i'm still confused.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
past
it's all so confusing,
and my heart's breaking.
you could get on with your life without me.
and here i am,
trying my darndest to forget you.
and to forget you, it would be heaven...
or hell.
and my heart's breaking.
you could get on with your life without me.
and here i am,
trying my darndest to forget you.
and to forget you, it would be heaven...
or hell.
Friday, November 16, 2007
infatuation
It's hard to run from a feeling that haunts you every now and then. It's painful to tell your heart that you don't need it. You keep on pretending you are better off alone; when in fact you feel so empty. But why take chances if you see no hope? Why try if there's nothing to win for? Sometimes it pays to wait. Never hurry. Let infatuation die a natural death, and give birth to true love when it's time.
-forwarded text message
-forwarded text message
Monday, October 29, 2007
a prayer
i left a letter.
i gave in for my last indulgence.
i have to forget.
because now i realized that i
want nothing to do with you.
fooled myself with such illusions.
ahh. Lord. forgive me for my sins.
i have wasted time for an unworthy cause.
But now i know better.
Please guide me throughout the way.
Enlighten me always.
Thank you.
i gave in for my last indulgence.
i have to forget.
because now i realized that i
want nothing to do with you.
fooled myself with such illusions.
ahh. Lord. forgive me for my sins.
i have wasted time for an unworthy cause.
But now i know better.
Please guide me throughout the way.
Enlighten me always.
Thank you.
Friday, October 05, 2007
exams
results of wed exam: i passed 50% of my 116 4th LE. gosh, how i wish i'll pass the other 50%. though i fnished it, i knew i made a lot of mistakes there. sure ones! haha.
13th in class for the 50%; last one on the list with names on it. so happy!
had 105 final exam today. so totally unexpected. a different type of exam which caught me offguard. damn. wish i'll get at least a 2.0 on it.
went to SM with kat after exam. bought 2 phones for my 2 sisters - low cost nokia fones with bluetooth, cam, music. think they'll love it anyway. they get better phones than i do.=)
13th in class for the 50%; last one on the list with names on it. so happy!
had 105 final exam today. so totally unexpected. a different type of exam which caught me offguard. damn. wish i'll get at least a 2.0 on it.
went to SM with kat after exam. bought 2 phones for my 2 sisters - low cost nokia fones with bluetooth, cam, music. think they'll love it anyway. they get better phones than i do.=)
Thursday, September 20, 2007
darn promises
i won't won't dare make any promises again.
they really are meant to be broken, especially if they pertain to you.
darn i'm so packed with activities and projects these days.
i really should focus on them.
they really are meant to be broken, especially if they pertain to you.
darn i'm so packed with activities and projects these days.
i really should focus on them.
Monday, September 17, 2007
sweet november
and yes, i still like you.
and i miss you.
and i want to be happy, happy, happy.
coz darling there's no sense being miserable.
oh sweet november.
the romance, the pleasure
i'm missing.
and i miss you.
and i want to be happy, happy, happy.
coz darling there's no sense being miserable.
oh sweet november.
the romance, the pleasure
i'm missing.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
CARNIVALE!
CARNIVALE!
Magic, Acrobats, Streetdance!
Warehouse 135, Yakal St., Makati
September 7, 2007 8-11pm
Party with DJs afterwards!
Tickets @ 250php.Contact: Nikki. 09177374309.
CARNIVALE
an exhibition party that will leaveyou breathless
Marvel at unbelievable magicperformances
Marvel at unbelievable magicperformances
Mesmerize at amazing acrobatic stunts
Move to the beat of the latest grooves
WANA JOIN THE STREETDANCE COMPETITION?
10K worth of cash & prizes for the first placer!
Contact me for details!
Friday, August 17, 2007
CARNIVALE! magic, acrobats, streetdance, DJs!
CARNIVALE!
Magic, Acrobats, Streetdance!
Warehouse 135, Yakal St., Makati
September 7, 2007 8-11pm
Party with DJs afterwards!
Tickets @ 250php.Contact: Nikki. 09177374309.
CARNIVALE
an exhibition party that will leaveyou breathless
Marvel at unbelievable magicperformances
Marvel at unbelievable magicperformances
Mesmerize at amazing acrobatic stunts
Move to the beat of the latest grooves
WANA JOIN THE STREETDANCE COMPETITION?
10K worth of cash & prizes for the first placer!
Contact me for details!
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
a story of a little girl
There were two children who met at the church- a little boy and a little girl. They started playing around and was running after each other.
At one instance, probably the last game they had, the little girl was the one running after the boy. She's probably it. And then, the little boy went back to his parents and was busy with another activity again, forgetting about the game and the little girl.
The girl kept waiting. When she realized that her playmate wouldn't join her again, she just smiled sheepishly, somewhat embarrassed that she had been waiting for nothing. Then she went back to her parents, probably wishing nobody saw what happened.
My relationship with you darling, has been like that. Thing is, seems like i've always been it. Looks like it's not a fair game. But it was my fault, wasn't it? You expressed your resignment. I should have accepted it. I should have stopped...waiting.
At one instance, probably the last game they had, the little girl was the one running after the boy. She's probably it. And then, the little boy went back to his parents and was busy with another activity again, forgetting about the game and the little girl.
The girl kept waiting. When she realized that her playmate wouldn't join her again, she just smiled sheepishly, somewhat embarrassed that she had been waiting for nothing. Then she went back to her parents, probably wishing nobody saw what happened.
My relationship with you darling, has been like that. Thing is, seems like i've always been it. Looks like it's not a fair game. But it was my fault, wasn't it? You expressed your resignment. I should have accepted it. I should have stopped...waiting.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Progress
was it a year ago? a few days before your brthday that i said goodbye?
it's nearly a year past..and i'm still stuck with the goodbyes.
it's been a year yes. and i haven't kept my word. i tried darling. i did.
yesterday i made a bet with my sister, just so that now i have to keep my promise. i should have nothing to do with you starting that day- yesterday, july 22, 2007, a sunday.
i made an improvement darling! you should be proud of me. i managed to delete your number and your folder of messages in my mobile phone. so now you're off in my phone. Next will be the YM messages, which will really take some time since darling, your folder in my message archive contains a year-worth of messages. i have to take care of it some other time. but i deleted you off my YM list already.
just so you would understand (not that you care anyway), I'm not doing this to spite you. I'm doing this for me and for both of us. You don't like me bothering you all the time. So i have to do something. I deleted you off my phone and my YM list so that I won't see your name on them, and so I will not be tempted to bother you.
and you're not online (or just invisble) these days anyway. hiding from me? no need darling. cause i'll resist every urge to contact you - with the bet and my resolution, I intend to keep my word.
promises are said to be meant to be broken. i did it a lot of times. now God, please help me keep my promise. I'm hurting now but it's better than to prolong the agony, the illusion.
it's nearly a year past..and i'm still stuck with the goodbyes.
it's been a year yes. and i haven't kept my word. i tried darling. i did.
yesterday i made a bet with my sister, just so that now i have to keep my promise. i should have nothing to do with you starting that day- yesterday, july 22, 2007, a sunday.
i made an improvement darling! you should be proud of me. i managed to delete your number and your folder of messages in my mobile phone. so now you're off in my phone. Next will be the YM messages, which will really take some time since darling, your folder in my message archive contains a year-worth of messages. i have to take care of it some other time. but i deleted you off my YM list already.
just so you would understand (not that you care anyway), I'm not doing this to spite you. I'm doing this for me and for both of us. You don't like me bothering you all the time. So i have to do something. I deleted you off my phone and my YM list so that I won't see your name on them, and so I will not be tempted to bother you.
and you're not online (or just invisble) these days anyway. hiding from me? no need darling. cause i'll resist every urge to contact you - with the bet and my resolution, I intend to keep my word.
promises are said to be meant to be broken. i did it a lot of times. now God, please help me keep my promise. I'm hurting now but it's better than to prolong the agony, the illusion.
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