Late night texts to early morning calls

Me (Oct. 27, 2014; 11:56pm): Tapos dami mong ginawa pa ngayong araw?

You (Oct.27, 2014; 11:58pm): Sakto lang.

Kapag ganito ang usapan natin medyo nawawalan ako ng gana. Alam mo namang parang nababanat na goma ang mga araw ko at ang papuslit-puslit nating palitang ng mga mensahe ang isa sa pinakahihintay ko, tapos mamukat-mukat ko ganito lang ang mga nilalaman noon. So ano ang gagawin ko? Matutulog. Di ko na pinipilit pigilin dahil nakakapagod i-maintain ang kasigasigan sa mga pag-uusap natin sa tuwing ang sagot mo ay "Okay." "Haha." ":)" "Sakto." "Ah." lang naman. 

Pero kahit ganoon, sa tuwing magigising ako ng alas-4 ng umaga at makikita kong may bago kang mensahe, kahit gaano pa kapayak yan ay sasagot ako. 

Me (Oct. 28, 2014; 4:15am): Good morning

You (Oct.28, 2014; 4:22am): Tawag ka.

Mahabang gabi (Una sa Tatlo)

     Nakisiksik ako sa dami ng mga pauwing tao nang araw na iyon. Holiday kinabukasan, kaya naman ganoon na lang ang pagmamadali ng lahat na makauwi ng maaga o pumunta sa kung saan man sila pupunta. Sapo-sapo ko ang paper bag na kinalalagyan ng pasalubong ko saiyo mula Boracay, lukot na at unti-unting dumurumi dahil sa polusyon ng Metro Manila. Kauuwi mo lamang mula sa malapit na probinsya kung saan ka nagtuturo sa kolehiyo, magpapasa ng mga requirements sa University na gusto mong pasukan para sa Masters Degree na matagal mo nang nais kunin. Nagsabi ka ng mga gagawin mo sa buong maghapon, “…pupunta sa” dito at doon at “…kikitain ang ilang kaibigan mula..” sa ganito at ganyan. Bahagya akong nalungkot at mabilis na kinagalitan ang sarili sa pagiging mapaghanap. Wala naman tayong usapan ng araw na iyon na magkikita, umasa lang ako ng bahagya na makikita ka tutal ay nasa lungsod ka naman ng mga panahong iyon. Natunugan mo yata ang pagtamlay ko kahit sa text lang tayo nag-uusap, kaya’t naging malambing ang mga susunod nating palitan ng mensahe.

A PAGE OFF FROM MY JOURNAL: Surviving College, Student Orgs Edition

     Joining a student organization is said to be one of the essential experiences when you are studying in College. You know what I mean, fresh out of high school, you find yourself in a somewhat foreign place, far from the comfort of some of your closest high school friends and bombarded by this weird lifestyle called College. And out of nowhere come these student organizations with all of their offerings on how to fit in better in this new academic battle ground.

     My introduction to student orgs, as most call them, went a bit too meticulous. When I was just a freshman in College I joined a student organization that passed all the requirements I was looking for which are, first t must contribute something to my studies but is still considerably fun. Secondly, it should in no way resemble a fraternity or would require some sort of hazing as their initiation process. And lastly, one that would not require most of my time. I landed with an org that focuses on counselling and facilitation training, skills that I deem would be beneficial for me as a psychology student.

1 to 25: Goin' quarter of a century

So at the beginning of this month, I sort of gave myself a writing assignment, that is to blog everyday until my 25th birthday :))) And needless to say I wasn't able to follow through. It's been a busy start of the month for me and a majority of the time I had was away from a computer let alone a stable internet connected gadget. So here are some updates of the days went by with my blogless (?)

3 to 25: Illusions

I whispered your name into my darkened room, half waiting half hating for and with myself, thinking you'll answer back.


It's too cold tonight, I need the illusion of your arms and the promise of safety your embrace brings.

8 to 25: Going in Circles (Sort of Quarter life Crisis)

When I was in my juniors back in High School, one of our seniors whom I am especially close to, told me that those who want to become writers do not succeed and while those who just simply want to write do not care about success. At such a tender age I considered that piece of advise as such a revelation. 2 years after, I enrolled in a state University for a degree in Clinical Psychology, and that's about as near as I can get to writing. I guess you could say that I ran away, it was my first love after all, but practicality and that doubt that I may not be good enough were great reasons for me to choose another field instead.

9 to 25: Plip-Plop of Raindrops and The Loss of Gilas

I arrived early at the arranged place where we would meet. I left the office as soon as I could because I already anticipated that the rush hour coupled with the heavy rain would only result to an unbearable traffic. We must have an hour headway if I want to make it to the screening. I told her that we have to meet at 6:30pm at a Mall, a popular stop, just near the train station, take a jeepney to the University theater and we could purchase the ticket for the screening with plenty of time to grab something to eat while watching the film.

6:25pm, I called her cellphone, wondering what time she left the house, her mother picked up telling me that she left about 10 minutes ago without the phone. Geeze, now I'm worried. I tried to push the dread down, fighting the thought that we might not be able to locate each other with the crowd by the entrance of the mall thickening every minute. I decided to give her 30 minutes considering that the traffic will be slow paced as compared to the 8-10 minute that it'll normally take from her house to where I am. She's not a child anymore I know, but thinking how upset she'll get if we didn't meet is just a bothersome thought.