Maiming over and never

It hurt. It still hurts.

For such countless times I heard myself said that God has still been good for giving me several people I can call home even outside of it. Friends I can be siblings with and teachers who are great second mothers/ fathers because I can’t even call home, a home. It’s empty. It is null or just maybe, me. It would sound so cliché but I don’t have a perfect family, bet nobody else does and neither am the favorite child. My life actually sucks and it sucked even more now.

I understand that things have to happen the way they should be so there came my circles tumbling down, all the ships I built has been on a major iceberg and sunk deep on the ice-cold ocean and the best part of it, those homes I put myself onto was badly wrecked and demolished.

Then I was there, alone. No one was there but me. Oh so fucking alone. I did not believed that for one second but putangina. I had friends in and out of that organization and I had always put them first. I had always thought of you first before my being because that was one of the things I’ve learned there and for some reason when it was my turn to be understood and put first nobody dared to stand up with and/or for me. Every single head I had put first took their heads down and backs away from me, away from any disaster, away from any issue or just away.

No one was there.

And I found myself weeping again for those things. Some would say that those were petty things but no, it was huge and enormous, bigger than big. The life I thought all along was happy and okay was shallow and pretentious. My life turned upside down, walls stood taller than Trojan walls. I was……changed.

But I am on my way there, maybe not too close but closer than ten months ago. As impatient I can be, I tend to stop for awhile to weep and whine but guess what I have no plans on going back. Lonely as I maybe but I learned fondness being on that state, being on my own.

And for that I wanted to thank some stubborn people who stayed since then, also, for people stopped by to ask how am I doing. I really am grateful for that. I also want to apologize, for people I hurt while I’m hurting, truly.

This year has not ended yet but I am ending all these negativities. I choose to go on and just charge it to experience. I claim this year 2016 will be another spectacular chapter and is about to unfold before me. Happy New Year!!

Firsts of all First

Many would have said that firsts are and will always be remarkable. The firsts would set the standards. The firsts will be the first.

The Imus Institute Cultural Exchange Student Program in Thailand (part of the institution’s preparation programs for ASEAN integration) last May-June 2014 was the best time of my college years. It has brought me so much emotion especially joy and excitement. I’m sure that a lot of people would want to switch places to mine but I won’t. I won’t trade anything in the world to what had transpired me in those times. And now one year had past, looking on its third batch is bittersweet. It feels so fresh, like it happened just yesterday.

The feeling of a first-timer who happened to be a chance passenger for the first time, the first-timer who freaked out when she found no luggage at her hand and realized it was checked-in, the first-timer who sat alone on the plane feeling all nervous.

The first step out of a plane finally in Thailand and seeing the most marvelous Bangkok Airport, the double decked air-con bus,the 5-hour drive to Phitsanulok and the worry we carried because some of us are left behind.

The feeling of finally stepping on the 507.56 acres Naresuan University, the dorm, the towel/blanket/dress, the split-type air-con, the unbelievably large lizards, the scorching weather, strong rains at night, several skype calls, the impalpable martial law, the buddies, the motorcycle of our buddies, famous omelette stores, the 7-11 stores and coffee shop every corner, Coffee Space, Betagen, Lays, Mama, the convenience of laundry works, the most inexplicable feeling riding a motorcycle by four, different dinner menu every night, smirnoff vodka, videoke nights, riding the wrong e-bus to classes and getting late, the green bikes, the olympic-sized university pool, street foods, street fruits, night markets, losing slippers, forgetting about wearing bra, oc boy roommates, sober late night talks, sleepless nights, the fastest internet connection I’ve ever experienced, pesky insects of all kinds flying all over, bidets, the large frog at the shower, tuktuk, visiting majestic temples, lighting incense, cheap good food, the truly comforting comfort rooms, some food that really challenged my stomach, feeding fishes, eating the food for feeding fishes, crying after feeding fishes, my crying habit, my sleeping habit, my yawning habit, the songs Daylight, Huling Sayaw, Laging Naroon Ka, Piliin mo ang Pilipinas, Yoo dtor loey dai mai, Your heart for my Number and Dok Salou, Circle dance, Happy dance, Sukhothai Historical Park, my first swimsuit, spices, the how-the-hell-happened-three-minute bath and getting dressed, planting a tree, Hearing the Sunshine, first-time-in-forever yoga class and sleeping after it, the unexpected calls from mother nature, witnessing most vulnerable moments as well as my own, the blusterous overnight of fun with our buddies, the cooking show, the aftermath dinner of the cooking show, dogs that seldom barks, close encounter to elephants, the largest Krabak tree in Thailand: its way down and seemingly unending and tiresome couple of hours way up, slugs, superb fog, losing all my money and passport, Philippine Embassy at Bangkok and Bangkok taxi.

The feeling of the first-timer leaving the place of her many firsts, giving tightest hug she could ever give, sobbing worse than a kid, the piercing melancholy seeing them leave, the hefty steps I grieve and tears my eyes could never halt.

To everything that has happened:

To you who stalked my social media posts and deliberately broadcast it blow by blow to every person you talk to.

To you who followed this blog and made everybody know what’s in it which I do mind because I do and that was just so off.

To you who made me feel like I’m your little sister, that you would only mean good to me, that you were always there for me, that you care, news flash you really don’t.

To you who post every second of your life but didn’t bother me because I knew it wouldn’t be you if not but you don’t even know how to return the favor.

To you whom I didn’t do anything wrong and then suddenly considered me dead because I hurt your friend and when anyone hurt your friend you’d be so much hurt too. News flash for me, all this time I thought I was also your friend.

To you who were so bitter to things transpired and caused the chaos to my life.

To you who listed all my flaws and lapses and everything you’ve done for me just to win that argument.

To you who raised your hands down, turned your back and hid your face when asked if you were my friend.

To you who’d been with me after I woke up from a three-hour sleep at the gymnasium because I was alone.

To you who’d seen my ugliest state in tears but never left me.

To you whom I thought really understands me but just left me hanging when things don’t work out for you.

To you who would just hug me and tell me it’ll all be alright.

To you who would always listen and loves me no matter what.

To you who just let me cried that night and never bothered asking. I’m not sure if it’s because you knew I wouldn’t tell or you are just waiting me to tell you.

To you who challenged me to make wiser decisions because you knew so much better.

To you who may not know anything but still have the power to cheer me up and smile.

Whichever shoe fits, wear and lace it up. Thank you, thank you for teaching me lessons I never would have learned without you. Today, I am far from being good but I am better now and I will be better each day. Time will come things will get to the way it has to be and I am a customer, willing to wait.

That Baguio Escape

#THATBAGUIOESCAPE – This was originally written for a reaction paper for our educational tour. The City of Baguio is never peculiar to me because twenty years ago I was once there. Funny it is to say but I was made in Baguio just like any other delicacy from there. This tour will not be my first but I was so excited as always.This tour will be so short I thought and will be so exhausting and true enough, it was. But every downside has its goodness because personally I’d relish every moment this tour had brought me.

I don’t know why I’m feeling all agitated before our departure but I dismissed my frantic thoughts because we’d been blessed with a skilled and careful coach captain (driver). He and he’s caution while driving was also one of the reason why we’ve enjoy this trip.

February 27, We arrived at Baguio City before the sun rises and it was overwhelming, the fog, the coldness, and the stillness, all of it. At Burnham Park we bought time, we row a boat and went to visit Baguio Cathedral then we boarded at 7:00 AM for Philippine Military Academy (PMA) and our tour went over for the day. Second itinerary, Wright Park then went straight for picture taking at The Mansion. Third, at Mines View Park though we did not have time to see the view because at Good Shepherd Sisters, pasalubong buying made us so busy. Soon it was lunch time but we still have one itinerary left which is the Botanical Garden but we decided to skip it for early lunch. And then I slept, I woke up stuck in the traffic and we’re not even half near to SM City Baguio and it will be late for La Trinidad Strawberry farm and Eastern Weaving Room. So we all agreed to went straight Benguet then at 6:00 PM we began packing things up for Manila. But accidents happen accidentally so we got stuck at Leeza’s at Sison, Pangasinan to wait for them. But lucky we were, we went home to Cavite complete and bruise-less (physically, I think).

#THESTORYBEHINDSMILES

I don’t know but honestly it was half cooked, the enjoyment I mean. As much as possible, I try not to be too hard on myself. I smile for simple things, I laugh even on the silliest stuff, my heart beats fast with the sight of nature and creation and I can get too happy when people I love is happy.

But for the first time in my life, I felt insufficiency on myself because someone refused to be in my companion. It felt like a slap, seriously. I felt like having contagious disease, I felt ridiculous all the while, the entire trip. I felt pity for myself. Two consecutive field trips I had guy seatmates who were really bulky (HA HA!) I mean tall and very OC to tell you, but they did it, they never left me, never let me alone, they made me feel I was with them but with him? I don’t know which will I be more disappointed, either to myself or to the latter. I didn’t even plan to be his seatmate at all but I’ve seen the scenario out. Then at the bus, he told me he was not comfortable sitting, the space was too little, he wanted me to be comfortable having more space (meaning without a seatmate) etc. Then I thought he was as tall as my two former seatmates or maybe shorter than the two, he’s much skinnier and I am not big to occupy half the space but he still chose the center seat. I don’t know. I guess it could have been easier if he told me he doesn’t want me to be his seatmate, end of story.

#THERECOVERY

But the I knew everybody would have their own reasons for everything and letting everybody know is not really an obligation. My dilemma was a could-getover-would-getover situation, like I can live with that, its not a big deal. And that not all people will do as much as you did for them because they don’t have the same heart as you.

So Messed Up

My life is a mess right now.

All my energy are getting used up every fucking day. I am tired physically, mentally and emotionally. I am suffering from pain that nobody would’ve understand. These past few days have been so hard and inexplicably painful for me. I had my fair share of pain but this one’s different, different that I can’t just put it into words. I have been dealing to million possible things running in my mind and it is exasperating.

A friend, one of the closest to my heart, had cost me everything. The reason? It is because I am senior to her, that I am part of a certain peer group as well as her and that she is having the time of her life moving on from a heartbreak. I feel like I’ve been robbed and ambushed and played and stabbed and cheated, I feel everything and it’s so ridiculous. I feel disgusted actually that after everything that I did for her I’ve got nothing in return but this.

We were in the same school organization and that creates the conflict, we were all in it, her, her ex and me. Funny it was to think, that the guy she’s jealous for was actually her ex-boyfriend and for Pete’s sake is my friend. Our folks “mediated” over the issue and took sides and so I left.

I left not because I was not sided but because I knew I did not do anything wrong, not because I am guilty of a crime but because they won’t listen, not because I want to but because I knew I am unwanted. Now, it’s not as easy as I would have it but I can get through. I will because I can and I can do it alone. I don’t need pity or sympathy or anything. And I’m sure as hell this too shall pass and I will be thankful because I’ve come to know who truly my friends are.

It is Valentine’s Day and I am happy

“Thank you, God!”

I uttered as I walked home from a thank-goodness-non-cliche V-day date. I felt my heart becoming fluffy and light, thanks to the gentle rain this evening though. No, seriously.

I came from a nearby fast food after one frustrating exam on Taxation. I was on a planned date but with plus. I was with two more persons, since we’ve already planned this, on our V-day date table. In front of us was two orders of BFF fries, a choco mousse cake, soda & ice cream and bunchy stories. We have thrown each others our life views and accounts for several hours (if 5 hours could still be considered as several) I guess.

Aside from eating, I really enjoy talking a lot. Maybe because I am really loquacious plus I tend to express myself well through talking. And today I talked endless and restless yet I felt really, really happy. I can feel eyes sparkle every single time I listen to the stories laid on our table. And none of us seems to be bothered of the time because we have so much to tell. I really enjoyed tonight.

Thanks to Raymond, Ayra and Russel for giving me so much to remember this year’s Valentine’s day. xoxo.

Get Lucky

One of my most lunatic treasures posting my photo on their accounts. ♥

The smallest things would always matter

This is so sweet 🙂 ❤

Once Upon a Free Day

One great shot on one great view! Photo credits to Sir Romy.

18th of November 2014

My birthdays had not been the usual cakes and balloons but it always have some unlikeness. I like spending my day working. I am not the I’d-take-an-off-because-its-my-birthday person. I always loved moving and not keeping in place. Somehow, I am not at best, I’m quite messed up, I have traveled extreme ups and downs but I’m good. Really.

I have so much things to be thankful for my year. I may have a never-perfect family but still I have family, I may have a non-showy-of-love mother but she’s the best, I may have an over protective father but I love him, I may not have sweet and caring brothers but I have plenty of them just not blood related, I may be the only girl in the family but I have the most wonderful soul sisters. I may not be perfect but I have been so blessed of people around me.

Cliche it might sound but my life has been so wonderful to live this year. T’was neither all up nor all down–it’s worthwhile. Of course I would have to give all the credit to Almighty God that I’ve been living the life I wanted, that I can actually pursue my dreams, that I can extend my love for people who are dear to me, that I am forgiven and so I can forgive, that He has been with me all the way.

Reana, Sepo, Jervin, Sir Romy, Ma’am Jo, Ma’am Benny, Ma’am Aimee, Ma’am Jen, Ptr Dhon, Fr. Manny, Broom, Amboy, Ejay, Vhince, Coco, Benedict, Nheslyn, Maki, Gel, Aisaradet, Chayanee, A, Viancs, Joan, Hannah, Angelica, Janelle, JM, Koi, Ate Joan, Maye, Sarah, Ma, Pa and everyone who greeted and celebrated my birthday with me, my sincerest thank you. T’was indeed a happy birthday.