Ang nararamdaman ko ngayon ay mas nakakatakot kesa sa kung ano pang multo na nagpapakita ngayon. Hindi ko na kaya ang sakit na ito. Ang kawalan ng batas at ang naka ambang katotohanan na baka madelay ang pag graduate ko ay ang iknatatakot ko. Masama ba akong estudyante? May nagawa ba akong mali? Natatakot ako. Natatakot talaga ako. Hindi ako GC pero nais ko lang makapagtapos sa tamang panahon. Hindi ako kinakamusta ng mga kaibgan maliban sa isa. Kaibgan ko ba talaga mga iyon? Tangina. Takot na takot ako ngayon. Bumblik ang mga urge ko magpakamatay kung ndi ito maayos.
Pucha. Wala ako mali. Wala akong mali!
Miyerkules, Oktubre 31, 2012
Martes, Oktubre 30, 2012
HELP!
My grade in Communication Research still hasn't changed. I've been trying to call the Dean's Secretary to no avail. She's been refusing my calls. And our professor? he's no help as well. I texted him asking about my grade, and he said that he had Miss Doris fix it. So I got her number and asked about it, I didn't get a reply nor an answer for my call.
It's 6:20 in the evening. still Dropped. What am I going to do? Who can I ask for help? None of my friends seem interested in my predicament, so I won't bother. Our class secretary, yeah, I'm really grateful that she's been trying to help me since Day one. I just wish my professor was just as nice.
Nov. 2 will see the re-opening of the registration, but we are still lacking three units to avoid using the ACE Form. Me? looks like I have no choice but to use the ACE form if my professor still doesn't find time to fix my grade. I passed his subject. I've seen the records.
Please, just let him fix it so I can get on with my life. I have until the Nov. 2.
God guide and protect me.
This song is entitled HELP by The Beatles. this song is the theme song of my life right now.
It's 6:20 in the evening. still Dropped. What am I going to do? Who can I ask for help? None of my friends seem interested in my predicament, so I won't bother. Our class secretary, yeah, I'm really grateful that she's been trying to help me since Day one. I just wish my professor was just as nice.
Nov. 2 will see the re-opening of the registration, but we are still lacking three units to avoid using the ACE Form. Me? looks like I have no choice but to use the ACE form if my professor still doesn't find time to fix my grade. I passed his subject. I've seen the records.
Please, just let him fix it so I can get on with my life. I have until the Nov. 2.
God guide and protect me.
"Help me if you can I'm feeling down. and I do appreciate you being around."
Lunes, Oktubre 29, 2012
The Man in the Mirror
I'm losing hope. This is my suicide letter. You will never hear from me again. My friends. I love them. But I don't feel their presence in my time of need. A lot of times, I feel scared. Scared of the man I see in the mirror at night. He calls to me. Calls my name when all is dark. I can do nothing but cower under my blankets. Musting up a bit of courage, I peek at the mirror on the other side of the room. Inside, a tall man in a black suit with black eyes and slick black hair is standing, leering at me. I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I sat there frozen, staring at the creature in the mirror. Then, in a cloud of smoke, he vanished.
The next morning, I told my mom and dad what I saw the night before. As expected, they didn't believe me, and insisted that I was dreaming. It was too vivid to be a dream. Too real. too...scary. It was no dream. That night, I slept. I woke up to someone calling. "pst.. psst... psst!!" I tried to ignore it and tried to convince myself that I was dreaming. "psst!! psst! PSSTT!!" it was getting louder. I shut my eyes tight and prayed to God for protection. as I prayed, I heard laughter... "MWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!" it sent chills down my spine. I never felt so helpless...
Three days later, every night was the same. The lack of sleep was driving me crazy. For the sake of rest, I decided to stay at a friend's house. I slept soundly, until.... "psst! psst!! " Oh no, it was starting again! My eyes flew open and I sat up. The room was dark, and unlike my room, this did not have a mirror. But what I saw next nearly made me faint. He was there. on the foot of my bed. Grinning. his hair slicked back, eyes dark as the night. The man in my mirror. His grin scared me the most, it was like a shark's grin. Filled with rows of and rows of fangs....
"Aren't you going to ask God for guidance?" it said with a deep voice. then he threw his head back and started laughing... "MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" I was so scared that I started yelling myself. My friend came rushing into the room. I told him what happened, what I saw, and how I believed it to be the devil himself! My friend just looked confused and insisted that I was dreaming. He didn't believe me as well...
It has been a month. The creature is still following me wherever I go. I can't take this anymore. and the fact that nobody believes me... It's all too much! They fired me from my work and my parents think I'm going crazy. and now, I think I see him even in the day time! the man in the black suit, with the dark eyes... He's everywhere!
He's even here as I write this, he looks happy... I think he knows what I'm about to do. Oh God, why did you let this happen??
I'm going to kill myself. let them find this. let them know I'm not insane! The man in the black suit wins! I give up! Death is better than being tortured everyday! I quit!
EPILOGUE
Jack Smith was found in his bedroom, he shot himself in the head. His parents found his suicide letter on his laptop. They could not believe it. under his letter, a note written in really large fonts was found, and they believed it to have been added by the demon tormenting their son. the note read:
The next morning, I told my mom and dad what I saw the night before. As expected, they didn't believe me, and insisted that I was dreaming. It was too vivid to be a dream. Too real. too...scary. It was no dream. That night, I slept. I woke up to someone calling. "pst.. psst... psst!!" I tried to ignore it and tried to convince myself that I was dreaming. "psst!! psst! PSSTT!!" it was getting louder. I shut my eyes tight and prayed to God for protection. as I prayed, I heard laughter... "MWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!" it sent chills down my spine. I never felt so helpless...
Three days later, every night was the same. The lack of sleep was driving me crazy. For the sake of rest, I decided to stay at a friend's house. I slept soundly, until.... "psst! psst!! " Oh no, it was starting again! My eyes flew open and I sat up. The room was dark, and unlike my room, this did not have a mirror. But what I saw next nearly made me faint. He was there. on the foot of my bed. Grinning. his hair slicked back, eyes dark as the night. The man in my mirror. His grin scared me the most, it was like a shark's grin. Filled with rows of and rows of fangs....
"Aren't you going to ask God for guidance?" it said with a deep voice. then he threw his head back and started laughing... "MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" I was so scared that I started yelling myself. My friend came rushing into the room. I told him what happened, what I saw, and how I believed it to be the devil himself! My friend just looked confused and insisted that I was dreaming. He didn't believe me as well...
It has been a month. The creature is still following me wherever I go. I can't take this anymore. and the fact that nobody believes me... It's all too much! They fired me from my work and my parents think I'm going crazy. and now, I think I see him even in the day time! the man in the black suit, with the dark eyes... He's everywhere!
He's even here as I write this, he looks happy... I think he knows what I'm about to do. Oh God, why did you let this happen??
I'm going to kill myself. let them find this. let them know I'm not insane! The man in the black suit wins! I give up! Death is better than being tortured everyday! I quit!
EPILOGUE
Jack Smith was found in his bedroom, he shot himself in the head. His parents found his suicide letter on his laptop. They could not believe it. under his letter, a note written in really large fonts was found, and they believed it to have been added by the demon tormenting their son. the note read:
HE IS MINE NOW.
Linggo, Oktubre 28, 2012
The Stranger
I sit and wait for you, nothing new. I'm getting bored watching people eat. Why did I choose the food court to wait? I started thinking about the poem I was paid to write. I could try and get started while I was waiting, but alas, I am a writer with no paper. And I was too lazy to pull out my laptop or cellphone to type my thoughts down. I was so lost in thought, that I didn't realize that someone sat in the chair next to me.
"You have the time?" He invaded my train of thought. "huh? oh, it's half past three." "Thanks" I didn't think much of him. Thought he was just some random guy waiting for his friends to see a movie or something, after all, it was a saturday.
We both sat waiting for the next 30 minutes or so. "Hey, is this the only food court in this mall?" "Yeah it is." I was starting to get uncomfortable. I hated talking to strangers. "Man, I've been here all day." "You waiting for someone?" I cautiously asked. "Yeah. but I'm starting to lose hope here." Hugging my back pack, I continued the conversation. "Who you waiting for?" "I'm lost. See, I'm from Bulacan. and this is my first time in Manila...." He continued on, and told me how a recruiter his father met brought him here in Manila, and stole everything he had. He had nothing left except the clothes on his back. He said that he called via pay phone a friend living in Caloocan, the friend promised to pick him up. It was almost sunset and he hasn't seen eye nor tail of the friend.
"You shouldn't trust people so easily. Everyone has a tendency to screw you over." "Yeah, that's the only thing I learned from all of this. Now look at me, I'm broke and I can't even pay the bus fare home." "How much is it to get to Bulacan from Cubao?" "About 63php."
I thought about giving him some of my money, but then again, I was taking my own advice. I didn't trust this guy, and I have been tricked before. What if he's just some con artist playing with my emotions? We talked for some time. He told me how he hasn't eaten since last night and how hungry he was. I wasn't sure I believed him. But I offered him my bottled water. It was still almost full. He drank the entire thing in one gulp. He was indeed thirsty.
"Thanks." "No problem. If that friend of yours don't show up, what are you going to do?" He shrugs. "I don't know..." I was starting to feel sorry for this guy. Part of me believed his story, the other just didn't. My friend showed up and we ate a late lunch. She was also a little skeptical of the character of our acquaintance. But I spent the last hour and a half talking to him, and was a little ready to trust him. "Hey buddy, take this." "What? I-I couldn't..." "Go ahead. It's fine." I was offering him half my lunch. He gladly ate it. Man, he was hungry.
My friend and I discussed the poem she wanted done. We discussed my deadline and pay. And how she expected it to come out. Man, she is one tough client! But she pays generously, so if I pull this job off, I can buy that new video game I've been wanting. When we were done, I looked back to the stranger to find him gone. He left a note under his plate,
"You have the time?" He invaded my train of thought. "huh? oh, it's half past three." "Thanks" I didn't think much of him. Thought he was just some random guy waiting for his friends to see a movie or something, after all, it was a saturday.
We both sat waiting for the next 30 minutes or so. "Hey, is this the only food court in this mall?" "Yeah it is." I was starting to get uncomfortable. I hated talking to strangers. "Man, I've been here all day." "You waiting for someone?" I cautiously asked. "Yeah. but I'm starting to lose hope here." Hugging my back pack, I continued the conversation. "Who you waiting for?" "I'm lost. See, I'm from Bulacan. and this is my first time in Manila...." He continued on, and told me how a recruiter his father met brought him here in Manila, and stole everything he had. He had nothing left except the clothes on his back. He said that he called via pay phone a friend living in Caloocan, the friend promised to pick him up. It was almost sunset and he hasn't seen eye nor tail of the friend.
"You shouldn't trust people so easily. Everyone has a tendency to screw you over." "Yeah, that's the only thing I learned from all of this. Now look at me, I'm broke and I can't even pay the bus fare home." "How much is it to get to Bulacan from Cubao?" "About 63php."
I thought about giving him some of my money, but then again, I was taking my own advice. I didn't trust this guy, and I have been tricked before. What if he's just some con artist playing with my emotions? We talked for some time. He told me how he hasn't eaten since last night and how hungry he was. I wasn't sure I believed him. But I offered him my bottled water. It was still almost full. He drank the entire thing in one gulp. He was indeed thirsty.
"Thanks." "No problem. If that friend of yours don't show up, what are you going to do?" He shrugs. "I don't know..." I was starting to feel sorry for this guy. Part of me believed his story, the other just didn't. My friend showed up and we ate a late lunch. She was also a little skeptical of the character of our acquaintance. But I spent the last hour and a half talking to him, and was a little ready to trust him. "Hey buddy, take this." "What? I-I couldn't..." "Go ahead. It's fine." I was offering him half my lunch. He gladly ate it. Man, he was hungry.
My friend and I discussed the poem she wanted done. We discussed my deadline and pay. And how she expected it to come out. Man, she is one tough client! But she pays generously, so if I pull this job off, I can buy that new video game I've been wanting. When we were done, I looked back to the stranger to find him gone. He left a note under his plate,
Thanks for your time and for the food. You are a good man and robbing you would be too shameful. But everything I told you was real. Thank you for giving me money. I will never forget your kindness..
May God Bless You.
signed,
**********
Damn, so he WAS out to rob me! At most, I only gave him 20. And if he was telling the truth about him being robbed, well, whatever. May God have mercy on his soul.
I went home that night and got to work, still thinking about the strange man. I wonder if he made it back home?
It felt good that I helped out a man in need, but I was a bit unsure about the fact that he tried to rob me. But I'm glad he didn't. He still had a heart. I hope he's okay....
Sabado, Oktubre 27, 2012
Happiness
The nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. I don't feel confident with the stories or poems I write. I always feel that they are awful in some way.
Now, a friend posted some of my stories on facebook as a note on her account. I was shocked with the feed backs it received. They liked it!
Ako: Nakakatuwa mga comment ng tao sa kwento ko. nakakataas ng self esteem. :3
Friend: yes. yun ang dahilan nang pagpromote ko. Para makita mo na maganda talaga gawa mo.
Ako: :3
Happiness could not begin to describe how I felt. It was seriously, the nicest thing anyone has done for me. And I saw those people, strangers to me. Praising my work. It was just.... awesome.
So, to the person who did that, you have lifted something I could not have. My self esteem. Thank you. So much. I thank God I have been blessed with a person like you in my life. :)
Now, a friend posted some of my stories on facebook as a note on her account. I was shocked with the feed backs it received. They liked it!
Ako: Nakakatuwa mga comment ng tao sa kwento ko. nakakataas ng self esteem. :3
Friend: yes. yun ang dahilan nang pagpromote ko. Para makita mo na maganda talaga gawa mo.
Ako: :3
Happiness could not begin to describe how I felt. It was seriously, the nicest thing anyone has done for me. And I saw those people, strangers to me. Praising my work. It was just.... awesome.
So, to the person who did that, you have lifted something I could not have. My self esteem. Thank you. So much. I thank God I have been blessed with a person like you in my life. :)
Huwebes, Oktubre 25, 2012
Kumpisal
"ayoko na."
"huh?"
"ayoko na. break na tayo."
"bakit??"
"Kasi, hindi na kita mahal."
Ha? tama ba dinig ko?
"kasi..."
iba pala sinabi niya... puro dahilan naririnig ko. Bakit di mo na lang diretsahin na hindi mo na ako mahal? May iba ka na siguro. Muka naman eh..
"ganun lang? para saan pa ang tatlong taon?"
"......"
Stop it. Your breaking my heart.....
"okay, fine."
Tumakbo ako. Walang mapaglagyan ang lungkot ko. Ayoko makita mo ang ginawa mo sakin. Ang alam ko lang, ayoko na kita makita muli. Paano mo to nagawa? tumatakbo pa din ako, di ko na alam kung asan ako. nang tumigil na ako, halos wala na akong hininga sa pag iyak at pagtakbo ng sabay. Parang ngayon ko lang naranasan yung ganitong sakit. Ang nagpapasakit pa lalo, ay ang katotohanan na ang may gawa ay ang taong siya pa nagsabi na hindi niya to magagwa sa akin. Tadhana nga naman... Bigla ko narinig pangalan ko...
"Uy! okay ka lang?" dumilat ako, at nakitang asa classroom ako. Medyo iritable sa magandang gising ni classmate.
napaisip sa panaginip. Isang taon na pala nakakalipas mula nung gabing yun. Isang taon na din ako parang naliligaw ng landas. Sa mundong kinikilusan ko, mahirap magtiwala. Minsan ang mga kaibigan, ay hanggang sa muka mo lang. Pag talikod ay wala na. Wala ako mapagkwentuhan. Pakiramdam ko nagiisa ako dito. Nagsalpak ng earphones at nagsoundtrip. Pinanood mga kaklaseng lalake magharutan. Ang mga lalaki kaya wala talaga pakielam? Tipong sige sige lang? Hindi naman siguro....
Tumambay ka nanaman sa isipan ko. Pwede bang wag? Dapat nga di na kita iniisip eh. Yung emosyon, alaala at iba pa, dapat nilalagay na sa hukay eh. Pero hindi, tuloy pa din. Tuloy pa din ako nasasaktan.
Alam nilang lahat na ikaw ay alaala na lamang sa akin. Taong minsan nagpatibok ng puso ko, at naging inspirasyon sa pagkabuhay. Alam nila nangyare satin, At alam din nila na nakalimutan na kita... pero gaano ito katotoo?
May aaminin ako. Hindi madali kalimutan ang tatlong taong pagsasama. Naiisip lang kita na masaya sa piling ng iba, tila nadudurog nanaman ang puso kong kawawa. Alam mo kung ano mas masakit? Nagawa ka niya ipaglaban, samantala ako takot. Takot sa sasabihin ng magulang, sa sasabihin ng iba. na sabi mo dati, hindi importante. Hindi importante sasabihin nila, basta tayo magkasama.
Gusto ko humingi ng pasensya. Pasensya na duwag ako. Pasensya na parang nagkulang ako. Ito ba dahilan ng paglisan mo? Sorry na. Alam ko, hindi mo to maririnig, alam ko, wala ka nang paki, pero gusto ko lang malaman ng mundo, na minahal kita. Hindi ko man ito lubos napadama, hindi ko man ito lubos nasabi, pero minahal kita. Kaya ganon na lang kalaki ang butas sa buhay ko na iniwan mo.
alam mo, sa totoo lang, Nasasaktan ako pag nakikita kita. Ang saya mo kasi eh. Yung bago mo? nagawa kang ipaglaban. Nagawa niyang isigaw sa mundo pagmamahal niya sayo. Madami siyang nagawa na wala akong tapang gawin.
Isang taon na, alam mo ba yun? mula nung niyakap mo ako at binulungan na mahal mo ako. Isang taon na din mula ng hinalikan mo ako... alaala na lang ba tayo? Miss na kita...
Alam mo mga regalo mo? alaala mo pa din dala nila. Mga sulat mo? hindi ko magawang itapon sa sunog. Muntik lang, pero hindi kinaya ng pusong pangalan mo'y tuloy na isinisigaw. Tama na please... wag ka na sa isip ko. Nagagawa ko pang saktan sarili ko....
"Andyan na si sir!" Kumaripas ng ayos ng upo ang mga kaklase. Tinago ang earphones at blankong napatingin sa board, si prof, nagsasalita.
Sa totoo lang, hindi na ako sigurado sa sarili ko. May mga araw na gusto kita yakapin, may araw na kinasusuklaman kita. Ang kawawa kong puso ay hindi makapag desisyon. Hindi ko tuloy maintindihan kung asan na nga ba ako? Asan na tayo? Aaminin ko, miss na kita. Pero hinding hindi mo ito maririnig mula sa akin. Sikreto ko to. ang aking kumpisal.
"huh?"
"ayoko na. break na tayo."
"bakit??"
"Kasi, hindi na kita mahal."
Ha? tama ba dinig ko?
"kasi..."
iba pala sinabi niya... puro dahilan naririnig ko. Bakit di mo na lang diretsahin na hindi mo na ako mahal? May iba ka na siguro. Muka naman eh..
"ganun lang? para saan pa ang tatlong taon?"
"......"
Stop it. Your breaking my heart.....
"okay, fine."
Tumakbo ako. Walang mapaglagyan ang lungkot ko. Ayoko makita mo ang ginawa mo sakin. Ang alam ko lang, ayoko na kita makita muli. Paano mo to nagawa? tumatakbo pa din ako, di ko na alam kung asan ako. nang tumigil na ako, halos wala na akong hininga sa pag iyak at pagtakbo ng sabay. Parang ngayon ko lang naranasan yung ganitong sakit. Ang nagpapasakit pa lalo, ay ang katotohanan na ang may gawa ay ang taong siya pa nagsabi na hindi niya to magagwa sa akin. Tadhana nga naman... Bigla ko narinig pangalan ko...
"Uy! okay ka lang?" dumilat ako, at nakitang asa classroom ako. Medyo iritable sa magandang gising ni classmate.
napaisip sa panaginip. Isang taon na pala nakakalipas mula nung gabing yun. Isang taon na din ako parang naliligaw ng landas. Sa mundong kinikilusan ko, mahirap magtiwala. Minsan ang mga kaibigan, ay hanggang sa muka mo lang. Pag talikod ay wala na. Wala ako mapagkwentuhan. Pakiramdam ko nagiisa ako dito. Nagsalpak ng earphones at nagsoundtrip. Pinanood mga kaklaseng lalake magharutan. Ang mga lalaki kaya wala talaga pakielam? Tipong sige sige lang? Hindi naman siguro....
Tumambay ka nanaman sa isipan ko. Pwede bang wag? Dapat nga di na kita iniisip eh. Yung emosyon, alaala at iba pa, dapat nilalagay na sa hukay eh. Pero hindi, tuloy pa din. Tuloy pa din ako nasasaktan.
Alam nilang lahat na ikaw ay alaala na lamang sa akin. Taong minsan nagpatibok ng puso ko, at naging inspirasyon sa pagkabuhay. Alam nila nangyare satin, At alam din nila na nakalimutan na kita... pero gaano ito katotoo?
May aaminin ako. Hindi madali kalimutan ang tatlong taong pagsasama. Naiisip lang kita na masaya sa piling ng iba, tila nadudurog nanaman ang puso kong kawawa. Alam mo kung ano mas masakit? Nagawa ka niya ipaglaban, samantala ako takot. Takot sa sasabihin ng magulang, sa sasabihin ng iba. na sabi mo dati, hindi importante. Hindi importante sasabihin nila, basta tayo magkasama.
Gusto ko humingi ng pasensya. Pasensya na duwag ako. Pasensya na parang nagkulang ako. Ito ba dahilan ng paglisan mo? Sorry na. Alam ko, hindi mo to maririnig, alam ko, wala ka nang paki, pero gusto ko lang malaman ng mundo, na minahal kita. Hindi ko man ito lubos napadama, hindi ko man ito lubos nasabi, pero minahal kita. Kaya ganon na lang kalaki ang butas sa buhay ko na iniwan mo.
alam mo, sa totoo lang, Nasasaktan ako pag nakikita kita. Ang saya mo kasi eh. Yung bago mo? nagawa kang ipaglaban. Nagawa niyang isigaw sa mundo pagmamahal niya sayo. Madami siyang nagawa na wala akong tapang gawin.
Isang taon na, alam mo ba yun? mula nung niyakap mo ako at binulungan na mahal mo ako. Isang taon na din mula ng hinalikan mo ako... alaala na lang ba tayo? Miss na kita...
Alam mo mga regalo mo? alaala mo pa din dala nila. Mga sulat mo? hindi ko magawang itapon sa sunog. Muntik lang, pero hindi kinaya ng pusong pangalan mo'y tuloy na isinisigaw. Tama na please... wag ka na sa isip ko. Nagagawa ko pang saktan sarili ko....
"Andyan na si sir!" Kumaripas ng ayos ng upo ang mga kaklase. Tinago ang earphones at blankong napatingin sa board, si prof, nagsasalita.
Sa totoo lang, hindi na ako sigurado sa sarili ko. May mga araw na gusto kita yakapin, may araw na kinasusuklaman kita. Ang kawawa kong puso ay hindi makapag desisyon. Hindi ko tuloy maintindihan kung asan na nga ba ako? Asan na tayo? Aaminin ko, miss na kita. Pero hinding hindi mo ito maririnig mula sa akin. Sikreto ko to. ang aking kumpisal.
THE END
Miyerkules, Oktubre 24, 2012
Still DROPPED
It's almost been 24 hours. Still no change. Looks like I have to go to school. There seems to be a system error, if not a human error. Will there be an angel ready to save me? I am scared right now. I don't even know what I'll find in school. Will there be officials ready to serve their students? Or will I go home, defeated?
I'm scared. I'm asking for the divine presence of the Lord to guide me. I don't want to have to repeat the class. Because if I do, I won't graduate the same time as my friends. I don't want that.
I hope this errand of mine will bear fruits.
I'm scared. I'm asking for the divine presence of the Lord to guide me. I don't want to have to repeat the class. Because if I do, I won't graduate the same time as my friends. I don't want that.
I hope this errand of mine will bear fruits.
DROPPED!
I will kill you! and YOU! and ALL OF YOU!!!! You shall all perish under the power of my blade!!
I'm sorry. I'm feeling really mad and frustrated right now. i will murder you in your sleep you sonofafemaledog!!!!!
Oh dear, what has come over me? My sincerest apologies. My professor in Communication Research seems to think that it's quite a laugh to write "D" on my grade, D means Dropped. Meaning I haven't attended his classes or submitted any of his requirements. WHICH IS TOTALLY FALSE! AND FOR THAT HE SHALL SPEND ETERNITY IN THE NINTH CIRCLE OF HELL!!!!
oh my! did that come out of the thought bubble? tsktsk... I must learn to manage my anger! Now, as you may all know, it is the time of the year which we call "sembreak". Meaning that college students like me should be catching up on sleep and recharging what's left of our brain cells for the coming semester. But because of this human error, I have to go to school tomorrow, which it is still unsure whether or not the professor in question will be present.
WHAT KIND OF A PROFESSOR LEAVES HIS PHONE OFF AFTER ENCODING GRADES?!?! DOES HE NOT CARE ABOUT THE WELFARE OF HIS STUDENTS?!?! DOES THE STUDENT'S FRIENDS CARE NOT WHAT HAPPENS TO THEIR FRIEND?!?! WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE ARE YOU?!?!?!
tsktsk. my temper is starting to run high again. Just thinking about what I am supposed to do tomorrow. My anger is starting to peak.
I HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG!!! I HAVE COMPLETED EVERYTHING HE HAS ASKED OF US! AND HE WILL DROP ME LIKE A CANDY WRAPPER? I DON'T THINK SO!!!!
I am unable to control my temper any longer. I shall end this post for now.
YOU BETTER HIDE OR I WILL TEAR YOU TO PIECES AND FEED THEM TO THE FERAL CATS IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD.
Lunes, Oktubre 22, 2012
A Victim's Story
Vision blurred by tears in my eyes,
Your anger to me is no surprise.
You stand with a sword ready to pierce my heart,
Go ahead, I say, I’ve done you no harm!
.
You stab me with all the force you can give,
This action of yours, I will never forgive.
As I rise to the ceiling, a ghost to you.
I shall haunt and follow you, in whatever you do.
.
Years have passed, I am true to my word,
regret and sorrow you have yet to show.
on the tenth year of my death, soundly, you slept.
Images of that night, replayed in your head.
.
But not I was to be killed, but you instead.
Cowering on the floor, a shadow of the man you were.
You see before you, the girl you killed,
Only now, she holds the sword you wielded.
.
You plead for forgiveness, I laugh at your face.
the weapon was brought down,
You shriek in agony, and squirmed for a moment.
You are banished from the world, dead at my feet.
.
Low and behold! the dream has come true!
For three days later, they found you!
dead and stinky, in a pool of dry blood.
Now you live, where demons rage!
.
Vengeance was served, and lightness, I felt.
Angels are calling, is it time that I left?
going to the light that continued to call me,
I now rest, peacefully, for all eternity.
Your anger to me is no surprise.
You stand with a sword ready to pierce my heart,
Go ahead, I say, I’ve done you no harm!
.
You stab me with all the force you can give,
This action of yours, I will never forgive.
As I rise to the ceiling, a ghost to you.
I shall haunt and follow you, in whatever you do.
.
Years have passed, I am true to my word,
regret and sorrow you have yet to show.
on the tenth year of my death, soundly, you slept.
Images of that night, replayed in your head.
.
But not I was to be killed, but you instead.
Cowering on the floor, a shadow of the man you were.
You see before you, the girl you killed,
Only now, she holds the sword you wielded.
.
You plead for forgiveness, I laugh at your face.
the weapon was brought down,
You shriek in agony, and squirmed for a moment.
You are banished from the world, dead at my feet.
.
Low and behold! the dream has come true!
For three days later, they found you!
dead and stinky, in a pool of dry blood.
Now you live, where demons rage!
.
Vengeance was served, and lightness, I felt.
Angels are calling, is it time that I left?
going to the light that continued to call me,
I now rest, peacefully, for all eternity.
GAMER RAGE!!!
The semester is over. Most people are rewarding themselves with longer hours of sleep, others are doing whatever it is they do. Me? I'm ENRAGED!!!
I promised myself I'd finish a couple of games before school starts in two weeks. But Onimusha: Warlords is proving to be a pain in the ass.
I'm at the final boss. As expected in any video game, it is the most difficult. Especially for me, because apparently, I forgot to get the most important weapon of the game! pft! I was playing it five minutes ago, but I was so mad for being defeated like, 5 times that I walked out. I was mad, but I wasn't about to let myself destroy my PS2 controller and TV for it! a controller is expensive dood! not to mention the amount of pain my father will let me feel if I smash their TV!
Anyway, I'm taking a few minute break. Just to calm down and try again. Oh, I do hope I finish this game. and if I don't, I'll sell it and get my money back. mwahahaha!
But still, I recommend this game for you guys out there who still play with the PS2. My buddy Harold introduced this game to me. And so, I'm asking you all to play it. Because you'll learn a thing or two about Japanese history, so yeah.
I promised myself I'd finish a couple of games before school starts in two weeks. But Onimusha: Warlords is proving to be a pain in the ass.
I'm at the final boss. As expected in any video game, it is the most difficult. Especially for me, because apparently, I forgot to get the most important weapon of the game! pft! I was playing it five minutes ago, but I was so mad for being defeated like, 5 times that I walked out. I was mad, but I wasn't about to let myself destroy my PS2 controller and TV for it! a controller is expensive dood! not to mention the amount of pain my father will let me feel if I smash their TV!
Anyway, I'm taking a few minute break. Just to calm down and try again. Oh, I do hope I finish this game. and if I don't, I'll sell it and get my money back. mwahahaha!
Pagsisisi: Author's Note
I wrote the short story "Pagsisisi" the other day for a friend. It's based on her love life with her ex boyfriend, who apparently, is "missing" her, or something. I've been meaning to write that story for ages, and last friday, I finally did.
The story was based on how her ex has been feeling towards her. Don't ask me how I found out. Anyway, in my opinion, the story sucked, but according to her and some other readers, It was a pretty good story. So yeah, now she's asking me to make a new one. Can I even do it? probably. I'm just lazy.
The story is fiction. Don't worry about. I still think it sucks though.
The story was based on how her ex has been feeling towards her. Don't ask me how I found out. Anyway, in my opinion, the story sucked, but according to her and some other readers, It was a pretty good story. So yeah, now she's asking me to make a new one. Can I even do it? probably. I'm just lazy.
The story is fiction. Don't worry about. I still think it sucks though.
Linggo, Oktubre 21, 2012
Things I did today
I have the ability to create worlds. Worlds that exist only within the structure of my mind.
I spent the day cleaning my room of any mess that came with the past semester. All the old quizzes, scratch papers used in reviewing for statistics are now all in the "recycle bin" or in layman's terms: Garbage bag.
I threw them all out, in the same way I got rid of old homework files from my PC. I'm making room of course, for other stuff, and for the next semester. While I was cleaning out my room, I found handouts. Handouts I was desperately looking for around midterm! I had to photocopy my friend's handout because I thought I lost it.
My room sure does like to hide stuff from me. Either that, or I'm just really messy. meh, I think it's the former. Anyway, I put away my Harry Potter books. All Seven in the series plus three other books J.K. Rowling wrote under different names. I put them in a garbage bag (Since the City banned plastic bags, we've had a shortage of large plastics bags) and placed them under my desk.
As I was putting them away, I couldn't help but feel a little sad. I didn't really want to put them away, on account of, they are the Crown Jewels of my book collection. Crown Jewels that are gathering so much dust.
They must not deteriorate like some common newspaper! So I shall place them in a garbage bag to be opened later when the time is right.
Sorry, I'm just a little tired. I should be playing my PS2 right now. My friend lent me a couple of PlayStation 2 games! He had METAL GEAR 3: SUBSISTENCE!!!! SUBSISTENCE!! I've been trying to find an original one for ages! and he has one! Well, pirated, but close enough! but before I play that, I have to finish Onimusha: Warlords. I paid 400 for it, might as well enjoy the game.
Well, Don't let me bore you. get back to your life now. :D
I spent the day cleaning my room of any mess that came with the past semester. All the old quizzes, scratch papers used in reviewing for statistics are now all in the "recycle bin" or in layman's terms: Garbage bag.
I threw them all out, in the same way I got rid of old homework files from my PC. I'm making room of course, for other stuff, and for the next semester. While I was cleaning out my room, I found handouts. Handouts I was desperately looking for around midterm! I had to photocopy my friend's handout because I thought I lost it.
My room sure does like to hide stuff from me. Either that, or I'm just really messy. meh, I think it's the former. Anyway, I put away my Harry Potter books. All Seven in the series plus three other books J.K. Rowling wrote under different names. I put them in a garbage bag (Since the City banned plastic bags, we've had a shortage of large plastics bags) and placed them under my desk.
As I was putting them away, I couldn't help but feel a little sad. I didn't really want to put them away, on account of, they are the Crown Jewels of my book collection. Crown Jewels that are gathering so much dust.
They must not deteriorate like some common newspaper! So I shall place them in a garbage bag to be opened later when the time is right.
Sorry, I'm just a little tired. I should be playing my PS2 right now. My friend lent me a couple of PlayStation 2 games! He had METAL GEAR 3: SUBSISTENCE!!!! SUBSISTENCE!! I've been trying to find an original one for ages! and he has one! Well, pirated, but close enough! but before I play that, I have to finish Onimusha: Warlords. I paid 400 for it, might as well enjoy the game.
Well, Don't let me bore you. get back to your life now. :D
Biyernes, Oktubre 19, 2012
Pagsisisi
"Hindi ka pa ba matutulog?"
"Maya maya na. Tapusin ko lang to."
"Sige. wag ka na mag pa gabi."
Ito ang sabi sakin ng misis ko, habanag ako ay abala sa pagtatype ng report ko.
Napatigil sandali at napatingin sa bintana. Ang dilim ng langit, walang mga bituin. Uulan kaya? Hindi sinasadya, bigla nanaman kita naalala. Ikaw na minsan naging malaking parte ng buhay ko. Ikaw na minsan minahal ako. At bigla ko naalala, October 4 pala ngayon. Itong gabi na ito, itong langit ngayon, ganito. Ganitong ganito noong tayo ay maghiwalay....
Ang hirap man aminin, ang hirap man tanggapin, pero ako ang may kasalanan. Ako ang dahilan kung bakit di ako masaya. Oo, may asawa ako, oo, may pamilya ako. Pero tila may kulang. Pag tumitingin ako sa babaeng pinakasalan ko, lagi ko nakikita ang muka mo. Pag kami ay nagsasama, ikaw pa din ang nasa isip ko. Ano ba meron ka, at di kita malimot? Kung bakit kita pinakawalan, hindi ko maiintindihan.
Hindi ko to nasabi noon, pero ngayon, sasabihin ko na. Kahit mga bituin lang ang makarinig. Kahit ang buwan lang ang makakita sa luha sa aking mata. Mahal kita. Wala nang iba. Huli na ang lahat ng ito ay mapagtanto ko. Ang tanga ko talaga.. Umuulit nanaman ang gabi ng hiwalayan natin...
"pwede ba tayo magusap?"
"ano yun?"
"ayoko na"
"huh?"
"ayoko na. break na tayo."
"bakit??"
"eh kasi...."
"ganon na lang? Para saan pa yung tatlong taon?"
"....."
"Okay, fine."
Pagkasabi mo nun, umalis ka. napatingin na lang ako sa langit, madilim at walang bituin. Ganun din ang naramdaman ko sa mga sandaling iyon, tila may namatay sa loob ko. Tama nga ba ginawa ko? Tama naman siguro na pakawalan ko na siya kung wala na ako nararamdaman di ba? Tama to.
Lumipas ang ilang linggo, masaya naman ako. Hindi tayo nagkita mula nung gabing yun. ni tawag o text wala. nakakalimutan na kita. Nakalimutan mo na din ba ako?
Apat na buwan na nakalipas mula nang hiwalayan. May bago na ako. Pero bakit ganon? Parang may mali? Parang hinahanap ka ng puso ko. Bakit ganon? akala ko wala na...
Bakasyon. Ano tong nararamdaman ko? tila gusto kita balikan. Pero syempre, ayaw mo na. Balita ko ayaw mo na sakin... Nalungkot ako.
Masaya ba ako? Parang hindi ako naging masaya mula nung naghiwalay tayo. Yung mga gabi na hinahatid kita pauwi, mga panahon na tayo magkadate, mga araw na sinasama pa kita sa bahay namin... Pinangako ko sayo ikaw lang ipapakilala ko sa pamilya ko. Pero pano ba to? Kailangan ko magpa legal sa bahay. Galit ka ba dahil sa hindi ko pagtupad? Pasensya na....
Isang taon mula nang tayo ay maghiwalay. Puno ako ng pagsisisi. Bakit kita pinakawalan? Mukang habang buhay na ito. Nang ako ay nagpakasal, akala ko malilimot na kita. (Kamusta ka na kaya?) Nang magka anak ako, akala ko ayos na ang lahat. (Sana ikaw asawa ko.) Hanggang sa kasalukuyan, ikaw pa din laman ng puso ko. Narealize ko yun, kung kailan huli na ang lahat. Badtrip.
Kaya ito ako. Isang lalaki na may pamilya at desenteng trabaho, ngunit hindi masaya. Kung may ipapamana man ako sa mga anak ko, ito ay wag nila pakawalan ang taong sa tingin nila ay bumubuo ng kanilang pagkatao. Ayoko magaya sila sa kanilang ama na hindi masaya sa buhay.
Ito ang sikreto namin ng mga ulap at buwan sa langit. Ang tanging pinaguusapan namin tuwing ako ay mapagisa. Mga damdamin na walang nakakaalam...
Tingil ko na ang pagtatype, sinara ang laptop, at bintana at humiga sa tabi ng babaeng pinakasalan ko. Ikaw sana katabi ko ngayon kung hindi ako tanga.
Bago ako pumikit, pinagdasal kita. Sana, kung asan ka man, ay mas masaya ka. Maisip ko lang na masaya ka kuntento na ako... At ako ay nakatulog.
Bigla ako nagising, at nakita kita sa tabi ko. Panaginip lang pala ang lahat. Hinalikan kita, at gumising ka, ngumiti ka sa akin. Salamat talaga panaginip lang iyon. Ika'y mahal ko at pangako, hinding hindi kita iiwan.
"Maya maya na. Tapusin ko lang to."
"Sige. wag ka na mag pa gabi."
Ito ang sabi sakin ng misis ko, habanag ako ay abala sa pagtatype ng report ko.
Napatigil sandali at napatingin sa bintana. Ang dilim ng langit, walang mga bituin. Uulan kaya? Hindi sinasadya, bigla nanaman kita naalala. Ikaw na minsan naging malaking parte ng buhay ko. Ikaw na minsan minahal ako. At bigla ko naalala, October 4 pala ngayon. Itong gabi na ito, itong langit ngayon, ganito. Ganitong ganito noong tayo ay maghiwalay....
Ang hirap man aminin, ang hirap man tanggapin, pero ako ang may kasalanan. Ako ang dahilan kung bakit di ako masaya. Oo, may asawa ako, oo, may pamilya ako. Pero tila may kulang. Pag tumitingin ako sa babaeng pinakasalan ko, lagi ko nakikita ang muka mo. Pag kami ay nagsasama, ikaw pa din ang nasa isip ko. Ano ba meron ka, at di kita malimot? Kung bakit kita pinakawalan, hindi ko maiintindihan.
Hindi ko to nasabi noon, pero ngayon, sasabihin ko na. Kahit mga bituin lang ang makarinig. Kahit ang buwan lang ang makakita sa luha sa aking mata. Mahal kita. Wala nang iba. Huli na ang lahat ng ito ay mapagtanto ko. Ang tanga ko talaga.. Umuulit nanaman ang gabi ng hiwalayan natin...
"pwede ba tayo magusap?"
"ano yun?"
"ayoko na"
"huh?"
"ayoko na. break na tayo."
"bakit??"
"eh kasi...."
"ganon na lang? Para saan pa yung tatlong taon?"
"....."
"Okay, fine."
Pagkasabi mo nun, umalis ka. napatingin na lang ako sa langit, madilim at walang bituin. Ganun din ang naramdaman ko sa mga sandaling iyon, tila may namatay sa loob ko. Tama nga ba ginawa ko? Tama naman siguro na pakawalan ko na siya kung wala na ako nararamdaman di ba? Tama to.
Lumipas ang ilang linggo, masaya naman ako. Hindi tayo nagkita mula nung gabing yun. ni tawag o text wala. nakakalimutan na kita. Nakalimutan mo na din ba ako?
Apat na buwan na nakalipas mula nang hiwalayan. May bago na ako. Pero bakit ganon? Parang may mali? Parang hinahanap ka ng puso ko. Bakit ganon? akala ko wala na...
Bakasyon. Ano tong nararamdaman ko? tila gusto kita balikan. Pero syempre, ayaw mo na. Balita ko ayaw mo na sakin... Nalungkot ako.
Masaya ba ako? Parang hindi ako naging masaya mula nung naghiwalay tayo. Yung mga gabi na hinahatid kita pauwi, mga panahon na tayo magkadate, mga araw na sinasama pa kita sa bahay namin... Pinangako ko sayo ikaw lang ipapakilala ko sa pamilya ko. Pero pano ba to? Kailangan ko magpa legal sa bahay. Galit ka ba dahil sa hindi ko pagtupad? Pasensya na....
Isang taon mula nang tayo ay maghiwalay. Puno ako ng pagsisisi. Bakit kita pinakawalan? Mukang habang buhay na ito. Nang ako ay nagpakasal, akala ko malilimot na kita. (Kamusta ka na kaya?) Nang magka anak ako, akala ko ayos na ang lahat. (Sana ikaw asawa ko.) Hanggang sa kasalukuyan, ikaw pa din laman ng puso ko. Narealize ko yun, kung kailan huli na ang lahat. Badtrip.
Kaya ito ako. Isang lalaki na may pamilya at desenteng trabaho, ngunit hindi masaya. Kung may ipapamana man ako sa mga anak ko, ito ay wag nila pakawalan ang taong sa tingin nila ay bumubuo ng kanilang pagkatao. Ayoko magaya sila sa kanilang ama na hindi masaya sa buhay.
Ito ang sikreto namin ng mga ulap at buwan sa langit. Ang tanging pinaguusapan namin tuwing ako ay mapagisa. Mga damdamin na walang nakakaalam...
Tingil ko na ang pagtatype, sinara ang laptop, at bintana at humiga sa tabi ng babaeng pinakasalan ko. Ikaw sana katabi ko ngayon kung hindi ako tanga.
Bago ako pumikit, pinagdasal kita. Sana, kung asan ka man, ay mas masaya ka. Maisip ko lang na masaya ka kuntento na ako... At ako ay nakatulog.
Bigla ako nagising, at nakita kita sa tabi ko. Panaginip lang pala ang lahat. Hinalikan kita, at gumising ka, ngumiti ka sa akin. Salamat talaga panaginip lang iyon. Ika'y mahal ko at pangako, hinding hindi kita iiwan.
THE END
Huwebes, Oktubre 18, 2012
The Final Battle
Today, we met for the final time. I picked up my pen and calculator
with shaking hands. I was scared. Scared of what I will see, and scared
that the monsters on the paper will be more than what my training has
prepared me for.
I closed my eyes as the test paper was passed to me. I uttered a short prayer. I prayed to God that he will guide me. he knows that I have prepared for this battle since the beginning.
I learned to conquer Means, I learned to dodge the confusion brought about by the Standard Deviation, and learned to ride the waves of the normal distribution. Yes, that is correct. My greatest foe, is General Statistics. He and his army of numbers, armed with the state of the art math equations, have attacked me and my fellow students this semester. General Statistics is under the orders of Prof. Willy Gayo, a man who has studied the profession of numbers for four years and counting.
In the war against General Statistics, there has been a lot of battles. many of which, my comrades have fallen. We were aware of the army's attack this semester. But nothing could have prepared us for the outstanding hardships it put us through.
Armed with only calculators to disarm their equations, and pens and paper to seal the fate of the number army, we felt almost naked, for the attack was too great. The Battle for the midterm is a good example. Before this, me and my comrades have studied relentlessly the ways of the numbers. we trained ourselves to know precisely what to do in the face of danger. We felt prepared. Confident, even.
But on the day of the battle, we were struck down! attacked from above by the word problems we have not trained to evade! One by one my comrades fell. I was also struck. But was able to escape. We mourned for our losses, but we had to move on. There was still another battle to be fought. The one that would avenge our loss in the midterm.
We trained harder than before. Preparing notes, and understanding their ways better. General Statistics will be in for a great surprise for the battle that was to be the last.
On the night before the Great Battle, my comrades were anxious, fearful. They dread the repeat of midterm. I was also anxious. But however I felt, I let out through my training. I wasn't to waste time. I had to be in the best shape of my life. But on this night, I decided to take a break. My comrades were cracking, expressing their fears on the wall of the faced book. I prayed for the vengeance of our loss....
The day came at last. An hour before we were to go into battle, everyone had stern looks on their faces, some getting in some last minute practice. The rest looked like the 300 Spartan Soldiers of King Leonidas. Ready to fall, but not without a fight! I have never been more proud of my comrades.
the hour of judgement has come. To which I go back yo the beginning of my tale.
I picked up my pen and calculator with shaking hands.I was scared. Scared of what I will see, and scared that the monsters on the paper will be more than what my training has prepared me for. I closed my eyes as the test paper was passed to me. I uttered a short prayer. I prayed to God that he will guide me. This is it, I thought. The Battle for the Finals.
I opened my eyes and was faced with questions. General Statistics' light infantry no doubt. with my heart pounding in my chest, I pulled out my weapon, and attacked. I defeated most of them with ease, some escaped, but I managed to maim them as best I can. They will die of blood loss long before they reach camp.
I look around, my comrades are all fighting their last battle with honor. And I was no exception. with the last member of the infantry dead on my feet, I look behind me to see the Cavalry.
Blood thirsty bandits they were! armed with arrows and square roots! They were ready for the fight. With my comrades, I face them. and charge at them at full speed. Using my Calculator, I blocked their numerical attacks, and vanquished them with my mighty pen. The battle commenced, and felt like forever.
I was getting tired, but I continued on nonetheless. Slaughtering number, after number. Until Finally. only one was left. It was a show down for the masses! That soldier's name was Pearson. I have heard of him in my training. a formidable foe indeed! His talent with the equations is unmatched, and with my growing fatigue looked ready to chop my head off.
As he lunged forward, I dodged him and brought my calculator down on him, bringing him to the ground. Pearson looked at me, bloodied and sweaty, looking pathetic. And with one swift motion, I slayed him with my pen. He quivered, and then died.
I have done it. I have defeated General Statistics' army of numbers! I was victorious. Happiness was felt, and I was brought down to my knees. Finally it was over.
I passed out, but was happy for the end of the war. We have won. We have won the Final Battle. The Battle for the Finals was ours! Now, we all take a well deserved break.
I closed my eyes as the test paper was passed to me. I uttered a short prayer. I prayed to God that he will guide me. he knows that I have prepared for this battle since the beginning.
I learned to conquer Means, I learned to dodge the confusion brought about by the Standard Deviation, and learned to ride the waves of the normal distribution. Yes, that is correct. My greatest foe, is General Statistics. He and his army of numbers, armed with the state of the art math equations, have attacked me and my fellow students this semester. General Statistics is under the orders of Prof. Willy Gayo, a man who has studied the profession of numbers for four years and counting.
In the war against General Statistics, there has been a lot of battles. many of which, my comrades have fallen. We were aware of the army's attack this semester. But nothing could have prepared us for the outstanding hardships it put us through.
Armed with only calculators to disarm their equations, and pens and paper to seal the fate of the number army, we felt almost naked, for the attack was too great. The Battle for the midterm is a good example. Before this, me and my comrades have studied relentlessly the ways of the numbers. we trained ourselves to know precisely what to do in the face of danger. We felt prepared. Confident, even.
But on the day of the battle, we were struck down! attacked from above by the word problems we have not trained to evade! One by one my comrades fell. I was also struck. But was able to escape. We mourned for our losses, but we had to move on. There was still another battle to be fought. The one that would avenge our loss in the midterm.
We trained harder than before. Preparing notes, and understanding their ways better. General Statistics will be in for a great surprise for the battle that was to be the last.
On the night before the Great Battle, my comrades were anxious, fearful. They dread the repeat of midterm. I was also anxious. But however I felt, I let out through my training. I wasn't to waste time. I had to be in the best shape of my life. But on this night, I decided to take a break. My comrades were cracking, expressing their fears on the wall of the faced book. I prayed for the vengeance of our loss....
The day came at last. An hour before we were to go into battle, everyone had stern looks on their faces, some getting in some last minute practice. The rest looked like the 300 Spartan Soldiers of King Leonidas. Ready to fall, but not without a fight! I have never been more proud of my comrades.
the hour of judgement has come. To which I go back yo the beginning of my tale.
I picked up my pen and calculator with shaking hands.I was scared. Scared of what I will see, and scared that the monsters on the paper will be more than what my training has prepared me for. I closed my eyes as the test paper was passed to me. I uttered a short prayer. I prayed to God that he will guide me. This is it, I thought. The Battle for the Finals.
I opened my eyes and was faced with questions. General Statistics' light infantry no doubt. with my heart pounding in my chest, I pulled out my weapon, and attacked. I defeated most of them with ease, some escaped, but I managed to maim them as best I can. They will die of blood loss long before they reach camp.
I look around, my comrades are all fighting their last battle with honor. And I was no exception. with the last member of the infantry dead on my feet, I look behind me to see the Cavalry.
Blood thirsty bandits they were! armed with arrows and square roots! They were ready for the fight. With my comrades, I face them. and charge at them at full speed. Using my Calculator, I blocked their numerical attacks, and vanquished them with my mighty pen. The battle commenced, and felt like forever.
I was getting tired, but I continued on nonetheless. Slaughtering number, after number. Until Finally. only one was left. It was a show down for the masses! That soldier's name was Pearson. I have heard of him in my training. a formidable foe indeed! His talent with the equations is unmatched, and with my growing fatigue looked ready to chop my head off.
As he lunged forward, I dodged him and brought my calculator down on him, bringing him to the ground. Pearson looked at me, bloodied and sweaty, looking pathetic. And with one swift motion, I slayed him with my pen. He quivered, and then died.
I have done it. I have defeated General Statistics' army of numbers! I was victorious. Happiness was felt, and I was brought down to my knees. Finally it was over.
I passed out, but was happy for the end of the war. We have won. We have won the Final Battle. The Battle for the Finals was ours! Now, we all take a well deserved break.
Miyerkules, Oktubre 17, 2012
in 12 hours...
in 12 hours, we shall face.
Which one of us will fall from grace?
You with your weapons, so powerful and true,
Or me with the knowledge to vanquish you, my foe?
in 12 hours, we shall face.
Oh, how delightful the match will be!
Will you fall and admit defeat?
or throw me to the ground, groveling at your feet?
in 12 hours, we shall face.
Who will emerge the victor?
Will it be you, who has won many a battles before?
or will it be me, who has trained for this last show?
in 12 hours, we shall face.
The final battle is here!
let us rest our weary souls,
and pray that angels guide us to our goals.
Which one of us will fall from grace?
You with your weapons, so powerful and true,
Or me with the knowledge to vanquish you, my foe?
in 12 hours, we shall face.
Oh, how delightful the match will be!
Will you fall and admit defeat?
or throw me to the ground, groveling at your feet?
in 12 hours, we shall face.
Who will emerge the victor?
Will it be you, who has won many a battles before?
or will it be me, who has trained for this last show?
in 12 hours, we shall face.
The final battle is here!
let us rest our weary souls,
and pray that angels guide us to our goals.
Lunes, Oktubre 15, 2012
Game Review!
I am currently addicted to the PSP Game: Burnout Legends
This game was released in 2005 by EA Games. It's a game that makes you want to go fast, both with the game play and the Game's soundtrack. I think other players will agree when I say that the Soundtrack of this game is one of the best ones there is.
This is the only Burnout I've played. I'm still looking for Burnout games for the PS2. Anyway, This game has different classes for the different cars. The events you will partake in are:
So what are you waiting for? Pick up that PSP, fasten your seat belt and Get ready for the ride of your life!
WARNING: be careful when you're driving in real life.
This game was released in 2005 by EA Games. It's a game that makes you want to go fast, both with the game play and the Game's soundtrack. I think other players will agree when I say that the Soundtrack of this game is one of the best ones there is.
This is the only Burnout I've played. I'm still looking for Burnout games for the PS2. Anyway, This game has different classes for the different cars. The events you will partake in are:
- Races. the regular street race. What I like about this is that you go against the traffic, and earn your boost that way. I basically like street racing games better than official races.
- Pursuit, where you play as the cop trying to capture the bad guy,
- Road Rage. My personal favorite. You make your opponents crash as many times as possible. And with Billy Talent, or Nu Rock blasting through your earphones as you play, well it will make you feel aggressive.
- Elimination. you race with 3 others, and after every lap, the last placer is eliminated.
- Burning Lap. Beat the medal time to gain an award.
- Face off. Beat your opponent to win his car.
- Crash. You crash your car to gain points and cash.
So what are you waiting for? Pick up that PSP, fasten your seat belt and Get ready for the ride of your life!
WARNING: be careful when you're driving in real life.
Sabado, Oktubre 13, 2012
The future
We are never young forever. Society dictates that we prepare for our future. They make us go to school and get good grades, in the belief that this will help us get good jobs in the future.
The future..... it's a scary place when you think about it. You never really know where you'll be until you get there. You could be a rich kid attending one of the best universities today, but tomorrow, you'll be a beggar on the streets.
For me, the future is a place I don't really want to see. Honestly? I'm afraid. I'm afraid of what lies ahead of me. The fog is still too thick to make out anything. I don't know if I'll even live to be 21. But if I do, I want to make sure that I can support myself. I made plans for my future. Plans that I'm not even sure can be fulfilled.
I'll never see the other side if I don't continue to walk. If I stay where I am, I'll never see how beautiful or dark the future is. I have taken the liberty to fill my fantasy future. These are the things I hope to achieve and to own.
My Future will have:
The future..... it's a scary place when you think about it. You never really know where you'll be until you get there. You could be a rich kid attending one of the best universities today, but tomorrow, you'll be a beggar on the streets.
For me, the future is a place I don't really want to see. Honestly? I'm afraid. I'm afraid of what lies ahead of me. The fog is still too thick to make out anything. I don't know if I'll even live to be 21. But if I do, I want to make sure that I can support myself. I made plans for my future. Plans that I'm not even sure can be fulfilled.
I'll never see the other side if I don't continue to walk. If I stay where I am, I'll never see how beautiful or dark the future is. I have taken the liberty to fill my fantasy future. These are the things I hope to achieve and to own.
My Future will have:
- My own house. I plan to someday buy my own place. Where I can keep my pet cats and dogs.
- a good paying job. To pay for whatever it is adults pay for.
- An awesome PlayStation and TV. My dream is to have the latest model of the PlayStation. With the PS4 coming out soon, my PS2 is in danger of becoming obsolete.
- A PC that can handle games. With a Graphics and Video card that works. But when I get a job, will I still have time to play?
- Happiness. Happiness as I have never seen. I want to experience being happy. How does it feel? I wanna feel it in the future.
A disgusting Poem
I love you. nagkakilala tayo.
I love you. Naging magkaibigan tayo.
I love you. Magdamag magkausap.
I love you. Naging tayo.
I love you. ang sarap ng mga halik mo.
I love you. Ikaw lang mahal ko.
I love you. Ano problema?
I love you. Bakit ka ganyan?
I love you. Single na ako.
I love you. Nagpapaligaw ka na sa iba.
I love you. Minahal mo ba talaga ako?
I love you. babalik ka pa ba sa akin?
I love you. Mukang hindi na.
I love you. Nagdate kayo ngayon.
I love you. ngiting pilit na lang meron ako.
I love you. Sana masaya ka.
I love you. Kahit na iniwan mo ako.
I love you. Kahit durog na puso ko.
Ignore this poem, dear reader. For it is the will of the writer. The writer feels bitter about certain events. And only wishes to let off steam. This poem is garbage. The writer herself despises it.
I love you. Naging magkaibigan tayo.
I love you. Magdamag magkausap.
I love you. Naging tayo.
I love you. ang sarap ng mga halik mo.
I love you. Ikaw lang mahal ko.
I love you. Ano problema?
I love you. Bakit ka ganyan?
I love you. Single na ako.
I love you. Nagpapaligaw ka na sa iba.
I love you. Minahal mo ba talaga ako?
I love you. babalik ka pa ba sa akin?
I love you. Mukang hindi na.
I love you. Nagdate kayo ngayon.
I love you. ngiting pilit na lang meron ako.
I love you. Sana masaya ka.
I love you. Kahit na iniwan mo ako.
I love you. Kahit durog na puso ko.
Ignore this poem, dear reader. For it is the will of the writer. The writer feels bitter about certain events. And only wishes to let off steam. This poem is garbage. The writer herself despises it.
Huwebes, Oktubre 11, 2012
Paalam
Nagpaalam sapagkat ito na ang huli.
Ang sakit isipin na wala nang sa muli.
Mga pangako na dapat pang habang buhay,
ngayo'y patay na, asa loob na ng hukay.
Tulad ng pangako, ako din ay lilisan.
Sana ako'y maalala, kahit minsan.
Kantahan mo ako, o aking sinta.
pagibig sa iyong boses, gusto kong maalala.
Ayan na si kamatayan, tawag ako sa kanyang tabi.
Paalam mahal ko, ako ay matutulog na.
Ang sakit isipin na wala nang sa muli.
Mga pangako na dapat pang habang buhay,
ngayo'y patay na, asa loob na ng hukay.
Tulad ng pangako, ako din ay lilisan.
Sana ako'y maalala, kahit minsan.
Kantahan mo ako, o aking sinta.
pagibig sa iyong boses, gusto kong maalala.
Ayan na si kamatayan, tawag ako sa kanyang tabi.
Paalam mahal ko, ako ay matutulog na.
posting
Because of the stuff for school I've been doing, I haven't had time to post. I missed this. For the past few days, I had great ideas to write! But sadly, like water through your fingers, it has slipped away.
I can't remember them anymore. I should kick myself. Oh well, no use crying over spilled milk. Maybe I'll write something when my head isn't full of numbers. As of now, It's filled with Statistics junk.
We have a quiz tomorrow. I'm feeling somehow confident. I hope I pass.
I can't remember them anymore. I should kick myself. Oh well, no use crying over spilled milk. Maybe I'll write something when my head isn't full of numbers. As of now, It's filled with Statistics junk.
We have a quiz tomorrow. I'm feeling somehow confident. I hope I pass.
Biyernes, Oktubre 5, 2012
My Picture of Hell
I am no artist with a pencil, a brush or whatever. But I think I am an artist with a pen and paper. Or in this case, a keyboard and monitor.
While the dentist was drilling a hole in my tooth, I was thinking, what would hell look like to me? I know that the bible said something about it being full of fire and stuff, but I believe that Hell would be different to all of us.
My version of hell will have the following in it:
Okay, I can't think of any other stuff that I might find in my hell. And I don't want to think about it anymore. I don't want to go to hell, I mean, dude, who wants to go there? Are you crazy or something?
While the dentist was drilling a hole in my tooth, I was thinking, what would hell look like to me? I know that the bible said something about it being full of fire and stuff, but I believe that Hell would be different to all of us.
My version of hell will have the following in it:
- Dental Drills. I hate dental drills. I hate how they pierce my teeth. I hate the sound they make.... so menacing...so... EVIL. So If I go to hell, my teeth will be drilled everyday by dentists from hell!!
- Dead/ dying animals everywhere! I hate the site of it.. the site of animals being tortured... I will witness this everyday in hell. I will see that cat run over by that taxi, over and over and over again. MAKE IT STOP!!!!
- It will rain giant spiders/tarantulas. Spiders scare me. In my hell, instead of normal rain, it will be spiders. spiders friggin everywhere! Spiders on my hair, spiders on my skin, spiders in places where there shouldn't be spiders!!!!
- All of my teeth will ache! All my teeth will bring pain to me. Not a single moment of peace shall be given. I shall be tortured like this, together with the dental drill, in the dentist chair of DEATH!!!!
- Porn will be unavailable. NOOOOOOOO!!!!! The greatest torture of all!!! No porn! Oh wait.. that's alright. nah just kidding. No porn would suck.
- Zombies! I know your dead and all, but zombies dude! they are scary whether you're alive or dead. They will chase you down and stuff.. and do zombie stuff to your body.
Okay, I can't think of any other stuff that I might find in my hell. And I don't want to think about it anymore. I don't want to go to hell, I mean, dude, who wants to go there? Are you crazy or something?
Wisdom Tooth Rage!
I've had ideas. Ideas which I think are good enough to be posted on a blog. But alas, my wisdom tooth, it aches. It aches with the agony of a thousand needles piercing my gums!
The pain.. oh! it is just too much! While the pain is not attacking me, I decided to post this. I want to post so much, but the pain is keeping me from concentrating. So this will do for now.
Wait for my other posts in the next few days maybe. Cheers humans!
The pain.. oh! it is just too much! While the pain is not attacking me, I decided to post this. I want to post so much, but the pain is keeping me from concentrating. So this will do for now.
Wait for my other posts in the next few days maybe. Cheers humans!
Martes, Oktubre 2, 2012
GUSTO KO MAGALIT!
Una sa lahat, dahil ang dami nangyayare. Wala akong pakielam sa nangyayare sa paligid ko kadalasan. Pero etong nangyayare ngayon tungkol sa Cyber crime whatever, apektado ako direkta eh. Dahil ako ay blogger at isang "future journalist". Binasa ko ang cybercrime law. may kopya ako dito sa PC, ayos naman siya. Kaso parang napaka OA lang ni Sotto. Dami niya alam. Tangina This!
Pangalawa, Nag aksaya lang ako ng pamasahe papasok ngayong araw. Paki paalala nga sakin na wag na mag almusal. Muntik ako himatayin sa estasyon ng Cubao dahil sa sakit ng tyan. wooh! uli, Tangina This!
Pangatlo, ANG DAMI ALAM NG PROPESOR KO SA WORLD LIT! wooh! bakit kailangan irecite ang tula na mi ultimo adios? at bakit kailangan naka costume? Tapos tatambakan kami ng mga lecheng quiz next week! Ang maganda lang dun, eh sulit ang pagpasok next week dahil maghapon na kami at hindi na lang 1-4pm.
At pang apat, PUTEK! ANG SAKIT NG NGIPIN KO!!! Ang hirap magisip, ang hirap kumilos, at higit sa lahat, HINDI AKO MAKAKAIN NG AYOS!!! Anong torture ba ito? hardcore lang ah.
Anyway, madami ako dahilan para magalit, pero hindi na muna ako magagalit dahil pag nagalit ako, mas mahirap magisip. Pero tangina, ngipin! makisama ka naman!
Ayoko inuman ng gamot, dahil pag nasanay katawan ko, baka di na tumalab. Goodluck. goodluck sa mga pinoy netizens, at kung sinusino pa.
Dahil pucha, epektib na pala ang cybercrime law mamyang 12am. May magagawa pa ba mga netizens?
Pangalawa, Nag aksaya lang ako ng pamasahe papasok ngayong araw. Paki paalala nga sakin na wag na mag almusal. Muntik ako himatayin sa estasyon ng Cubao dahil sa sakit ng tyan. wooh! uli, Tangina This!
Pangatlo, ANG DAMI ALAM NG PROPESOR KO SA WORLD LIT! wooh! bakit kailangan irecite ang tula na mi ultimo adios? at bakit kailangan naka costume? Tapos tatambakan kami ng mga lecheng quiz next week! Ang maganda lang dun, eh sulit ang pagpasok next week dahil maghapon na kami at hindi na lang 1-4pm.
At pang apat, PUTEK! ANG SAKIT NG NGIPIN KO!!! Ang hirap magisip, ang hirap kumilos, at higit sa lahat, HINDI AKO MAKAKAIN NG AYOS!!! Anong torture ba ito? hardcore lang ah.
Anyway, madami ako dahilan para magalit, pero hindi na muna ako magagalit dahil pag nagalit ako, mas mahirap magisip. Pero tangina, ngipin! makisama ka naman!
Ayoko inuman ng gamot, dahil pag nasanay katawan ko, baka di na tumalab. Goodluck. goodluck sa mga pinoy netizens, at kung sinusino pa.
Dahil pucha, epektib na pala ang cybercrime law mamyang 12am. May magagawa pa ba mga netizens?
Lunes, Oktubre 1, 2012
October 4
SL: tagal na natin di nagkikita.
TL: oo nga eh. sorry ah? busy kasi talaga. Kailangan ko tuloy magpa miss.
SL: Di bale, matatapos din yan.
TL: :) yeah. Sa Oct. 2 presentation namin. After nun, libre na ako. sakto sa October 4, pwede na tayo magdate.
SL: buti naman. Kita na lang tayo sa Thursday?
TL: Yeah....
INSERT EXPECTANCY VIOLATION HERE
TL: I have good news.
SL: ano?
TL: na move presentation namin. sa 15 na daw. tsaka di na siya Live, naka burn na lang. :)
SL: that's great!
TL: I also have bad news.
SL: ano?
TL: medyo matatagalan ang pagiging busy ko. Hindi ko hawak oras ko. kaya, hindi din ako sigurado kung magkikita pa tayo sa Thursday...
SL: ganon?
TL: wag ka magalala. hangga't kaya ko, tatry ko talaga na magkita tayo sa Thursday. Promise.
SL: sige. :) pero kung di kaya, may ibang araw naman eh..
TL: hindi. gusto ko sa Thursday... Medyo special araw na yun eh.
SL: leche ka.
Well, may plano talaga kami na magdate sa October 4, last month pa. Pero dahil busy kami lahat, hindi ko alam kung mapapanindigan ko ang pangako ko. papayag kaya groupmates ko mawala ako sa Thursday? isang araw lang naman eh..
pero kung hindi, ewan... nakasira ako ng pangako. ang sakit isipin nun. Pero ano magagwa ko? importante matapos na ang proyektong ito. May ibang panahon pa naman para kami magkita......
Bahala na lang...
TL: oo nga eh. sorry ah? busy kasi talaga. Kailangan ko tuloy magpa miss.
SL: Di bale, matatapos din yan.
TL: :) yeah. Sa Oct. 2 presentation namin. After nun, libre na ako. sakto sa October 4, pwede na tayo magdate.
SL: buti naman. Kita na lang tayo sa Thursday?
TL: Yeah....
INSERT EXPECTANCY VIOLATION HERE
TL: I have good news.
SL: ano?
TL: na move presentation namin. sa 15 na daw. tsaka di na siya Live, naka burn na lang. :)
SL: that's great!
TL: I also have bad news.
SL: ano?
TL: medyo matatagalan ang pagiging busy ko. Hindi ko hawak oras ko. kaya, hindi din ako sigurado kung magkikita pa tayo sa Thursday...
SL: ganon?
TL: wag ka magalala. hangga't kaya ko, tatry ko talaga na magkita tayo sa Thursday. Promise.
SL: sige. :) pero kung di kaya, may ibang araw naman eh..
TL: hindi. gusto ko sa Thursday... Medyo special araw na yun eh.
SL: leche ka.
Well, may plano talaga kami na magdate sa October 4, last month pa. Pero dahil busy kami lahat, hindi ko alam kung mapapanindigan ko ang pangako ko. papayag kaya groupmates ko mawala ako sa Thursday? isang araw lang naman eh..
pero kung hindi, ewan... nakasira ako ng pangako. ang sakit isipin nun. Pero ano magagwa ko? importante matapos na ang proyektong ito. May ibang panahon pa naman para kami magkita......
Bahala na lang...
Bloggers on cybercrime Law
this is a post by Rhadson Mendoza, a respected blogger. I decided to visit his blog, matabangutak.tumblr.com.
He had this to say about the cybercrime law. someone has also asked him what are his thoughts on the subject, he replied with a meme.
Cybercrime
I don't always pay attention to the news, but when I do, my freedom of speech is threatened.
When the cybercrime bill is made effective, bloggers, facebook users, tweeters and just plainly, everyone who uses social media will be forced into censorship. any post that might be considered libelous will be taken down. and the one who posted it will be arrested. the same fate awaits those who "like", "retweet", or "reblog" said post.
I read the description of the bill for our term paper regarding online libel. It basically takes away our freedom of speech, which is totally against Article 3 section 4 of the Philippine Constitution.
They say that the bill will be effective starting October 3, what will happen to the Philippines and its internet users when this is put into effect? I can only pray that everything will be okay.
When the cybercrime bill is made effective, bloggers, facebook users, tweeters and just plainly, everyone who uses social media will be forced into censorship. any post that might be considered libelous will be taken down. and the one who posted it will be arrested. the same fate awaits those who "like", "retweet", or "reblog" said post.
I read the description of the bill for our term paper regarding online libel. It basically takes away our freedom of speech, which is totally against Article 3 section 4 of the Philippine Constitution.
They say that the bill will be effective starting October 3, what will happen to the Philippines and its internet users when this is put into effect? I can only pray that everything will be okay.
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