The Fool

Some would say that only fools keep things that are related in the past. In that case, you could consider me as one of them. Keeping letters, messages, things that would make you remember the things that happened yesterday, in the past and in the not so distant past. These things would eventually be classified on the type of memory it would remind you. Some things you keep would make you happy. While some would make you cherish the things you had in that so happy past you’ll eventually make yourself burst into laughter.

Moreover, make you burst into tears because of that funny moment. But not all things that you keep will make you jovial. Some things you keep would make you go back to the past. To that event you hoped for and wished could happen again, so that you could eventually make things right. That moment you longed for you have done it right, have done it perfectly or could not have done it all. These things you keep would make you think and wonder why it existed. Things that would make your eye teary and worst of all make you feel nostalgic and burst into tears because of loneliness and regret.

Maybe that’s the reason why people consider us a fool. For we keep things that would make us feel bad, rejected and unwanted. Things that would make us emotional and ugly. Nevertheless, things that we keep, neither good ones nor bad ones, we still have that glimpse in the past. The past that made us happy and sad. Past that made us return for awhile and relearn the things we have forgotten already. These things that would teach us what to do next and eventually make things right. It’s a good feeling that we could go back to the things we have done, for in this way we could eventually look into our present and plan our future. They say that only fools keep memories…

… and only fools can make anyone a better person.

2008.10.27

Pasasalamat sa mga Nakaalala

s mga taong naging parte ng isa s pinakamasayang araw s buhay ko...nais kong magpasalamat..sna'y nababasa ninyo ito..
s mga taong nglaan ng oras at panahon n batiin ako dito s fs.. maraming salamat...
s mga taong binati ako ng personal, s text, at tumawag...tunay n nakakaantig ang inyong pagbati...maraming salamat!
s 2-FLEMING,2-PTOLEMY at 1-ARISTOTLE (mga klase ko ngaung araw) salamat s pagbati at pag-awit...
s 1-ARCHIMEDES (2007-2008) mga una kong anak, salamat s pagalala, s cake at sa mga bati... nkakatuwang isipin n d keo nkakalimot...maraming slamat mga ANAK...wish ko d keo makalimot at maging mababait n bta..
s 3-PASCAL (2008-2009) mga anak ko ngaun..d ko lam kung san nyo nkuha ung mga ideas nyo ngaung kaarawan ko.. kung mababaw lng ang luha ko cguro umiyak n ko nung umaga p lng.. sadyang natuwa at nagulat ako dun s pinaskil nyo s 2nd flor at s faculty room.. salamat s pagkaing ating pinagsaluhan knina.. wish ko maging mga magaling,mabuti, at responsableng bata keo.. salamat tlga...
s SGC's...mga tunay n magagandang nilalang..salamat! tuloy ang ligaya hanggang sabado..
s mga dati kong estudyante...salamat at d keo nkakalimot.. d ko alam kung anong ginawa ko s inyo pro salamat ng marami..
s mga d ko nman gnon kakilala pro bumati p din salamat...
s mga kaberks ko s UST... kelan b tyo magkikita kita? dme ko ng kwento eh.. cguradong babatukan nyo n nman ako s mga kwento ko.. haha.. salamat!
s mga dati kong classmates s RHS at PCC..salamt din s pagbati..
s mga taong d ko iniexpect n babatiin ako salamat...
s taong akala ko ay babatiin ako s pinakaimportanteng araw ng taon...maraming salamat..ngaun alam ko n kung ano b ako s buhay mo... gnon din nman kung ano k s buhay ko...kung d man kita maintindihan ngaun sna maintindihan mo ko..
s lhat ng nabanggit ko at d ko nabanggit(pasensya n nagsesenior moment n ko) MARAMING MARAMING SALAMAT!
kay Lord...MARAMING SALAMAT s panibagong taon... panibagong taon pra s panibagong simula...
"its time to make things right and put everything in their rightful place"
hanggang s susunod n september 10 ulit...
MAHAL KO KAYO!
^^V


2008.09.10

Know When to DETACH???

I was checking one of my email awhile ago when suddenly a subject of one of my mail got my attention and suddenly I began to decide to create this blog. I don't know what I have felt after reading the subject title of that letter. I don't know if I'm going to laugh, to get pissed or whatsoever with it. So what's the subject title of the mail? It goes like this:
"KNOW WHEN TO DETACH"
That is the subject title of the mail. What the mail is pertaining is really not important. As far as I know it has something to do with psychic and everything. Is this a sign or what? I'm just amazed of what got my attention. It made me stop for little while and think of the things I guess I need to think about. And what are those things? It's really no big deal.
I just hope everything would be okay soon. And I hope I'm doing the right thing.



2008.05.06

I Know We'll Always Be Able to Make It

"Someday you'll realize it's not enough to know or to think that the other half loves you. There will come a time where you'll need that person's presence more than an ideal make up excuse."
Complicated.
Things are always complicated. It's not just a state of mind over the things that happen to you. Things that are getting out of hand, getting out of control, getting beyond the limitations, and getting much worse than ever. Times like this, you need an explanation on why complicted things happen.
Confusion.
When things are complicated, it tends to be confusing on your part. You are stuck, and the worst of it is that you just don't know what to do. Sometimes, on the contrary, you know what to do, its the execution that makes it hard. You rely to advices. Got fed up in all the blah blah crazy things people will tell you. At the end, you're still alone again don't know what to do and the worst of it you'll find no cure.
Alibi.
Escape from the complicated things is your next move. And how do you do that? You think of stupid alibis. Everyone does it. It's a well known art since kindergarten. Some are pretty good in casting alibis - at the right time, at the right place and at the right person. If you've harnessed the spell well then you'll be safe for the mean time but if you're an apprentice... best of luck... you'll get caught in no time.
Divert.
If you think you're going to encore another alibi, here's another thing to do - divert. You tend to battle things out with your mind. And how do you do that? You think of silly activities you thought would make you escape from what's bugging you. That's great. It works until you find something which will make you remeber that complicated thing again. At the end of the day you lose the battle.
Outlet.
What a person really need in this paranoia is an outlet. The right outlet. It doesn't need to be a perfect one. Just go let it out. Ease the pain and chase the rain clouds away until they are nowhere to be found. I guess I need you...
Now I hope you would realize that I need your presence more than anything else. I'm not asking to give me your whole time, just a bit of it would do. Just make me feel I'm remembered by any means necessary. I know we're in a complicated situation, hope you wouldn't complicate things. I understand all of this, just don't make it too hard for me.
I know we'll always be able to make it.


2008.05.01

I Miss You

Bored.That is more or less what I am feeling right now. It is awkward how people
wanted to have long breaks from work or things that make them dull and ugly.
Then, when the break has been given or even in the middle of the break, they
still feel not contented. Maybe, the break they wanted to is something that
would still make their mind and body working at least with a piece of
enjoyment. In my case, that’s what I really wanted.

Beach.Chilling under the heat of the blazing sun; walking at the side of the cool
breeze of the sea; playing, running or even dancing in the rough sand; partying
at night beside a bonfire; and watching the sun rise and sun set with a teddy
bear – is what I dreamed of doing at the beach. Sad to say, it’s my ideal
summer break. Ideal – only in the state of mind.

Break.Since it is not the alpha or the omega of the summer break, there is something
in me that tells me that I need to accomplish something. What it is, I really
don’t know. That may be the reason why I stayed and set up my laptop here at
the rooftop and started typing this stuffs. Just type everything my mind feeds
me. No rules, no limitations, no do’s and don’ts.

Browse.
Before I ended up with this stuff, I had the chance to browse over the net this
morning. Thanks to my brother who suddenly moved out of the computer chair and
called me to use it. It scares me though; he’s not like that ordinarily. I was
browsing over the mails one after the other. Then I browsed and logged into
friendster. I looked over my profile to check whoever has sent me a comment or
whoever has the nerve to view it.

Bulletins.
Answering surveys and exposing my life intentionally has been my hobby since
the day we’ve been granted access to the internet. Cool isn’t it? But, what is
cool with that? Almost everyone who would be reading your posted bulletin has a
piece of information about you. Publicity - that is what I am promoting there.
Any way I have given everyone a free access of what have been my life in the
past, in the present and in the near future.

Comments.
As I continue browsing over my profile just really to kill time, I happen to
browse down to the comments given to me by my friends. Close and not so close
friends. I began reading them one by one, page after page. Some of the comments there was really just to
say hi or greet you on remembered occasions. You are lucky if they would
remember you in your birthday. If not, you’re not going to die yet this year
right? So they still have the time. However, some have hidden messages behind them
saying, “hey, I gave you a comment give me one also”, something like that.
Nevertheless, there would be comments that would tell something about me. A
piece of me. Why just a piece of me? ‘Coz no one really knows the real me. I
myself can agree to that. Even if you string them all together.

Content.
I have lots of friends. I can prove that. My comments in my friendster is one.
As I said, they are given by my close and not so close friends. The messages my
friends conceal is no different from them – at least from their attitude. Some
would praise me, some would tell me they miss me, some would thank me for the
normal things I enjoy doing, some would pissed me off, some would give me
drama, some would make me happy, some would make me sick, some would make me
insane, some would make feel proud of them and of myself, some would smash the
hell out of me, some would stay, some would joke around me, some would make me
smile, some would make me cry and some would be remembered and some moved me.

Friends.The silly messages I received would only be coming from one source – my
friends. The message they gave me can tell what kind of relationship we had. As
I happen to reminisce with this momentous journey on my comments, I think about
all the friends I have. Some of them I still know, flesh and blood, while some
I can barely remember. But what I’m feeling right now upon staring at their
photos and reading their messages, is that I have been missing a lot of friends
- close and not so close friends.

2008.03.22