Here's another year coming to a halt and here I am doing a recap!

A whirlwind of events, a whirlwind of emotions as well. This year changed me in so many ways! Both beautiful and drastic changes in nature. Changes that built me up and broke me up (in several pieces), but there's more that built me up. I'm a tougher kid now! And I should also stop calling myself a kid, since I turned twenty this year.

Of all the changes, two things stayed constant: the Monster called regret and the Angel called hope which practically saved my sanity throughout the year. It's as if I constantly had a monster eating me up for everything that I've done when I shouldn't have and everything that I've not done when I should have (I got more of the latter by the way). But, I--like all beings--had to cling to hope, because that's what keeps us going.

On with the recap!

So you say actions speak louder than words?

How come when you're hurt you say "I just want an apology." Really? Just that then you're fine? I am certain an apology would not be enough.

Y'know, some people are just too fucking courteous that they would know when to throw an apology. Okay, okay, a sorry would do... But just for petty things. Like accidentally stepping on my foot, pushing me hard out of the train, spilling your drink on me... Apologize and you'll be forgiven.

Getting really hurt is a different thing though. An apology would be nice, thank you for being courteous, but what you'd really be looking forward to is if the actions that will follow would match the apology.

Justice will come

Death initiated by another person is a death no one would wish for.

Clock was almost hitting midnight, I was lazily laying around, waiting for sleep to come by and visit my spirit. Mom was sitting, already asleep in front of the noisy television. Her phone rings, she awakens. I hear a soft scream, made not of fear but of panic. Of lost. As she ended the called she told me who called, it was my aunt. My cousin died. Gunshot through his head. Shot from the back.

Someone wanted him dead, and made sure that if they take a chance to take him down, he would not have the chance to live.

People you just have to deal with

College… It’s nothing better than high school. Aside from having the freedom to go to somewhere during your class hours and dyeing your hair, it isn’t that much better than high school. Let’s not talk about the professors and the stress and not having your classes suspended even when it’s already flooding outside. Everyone who has gone through college or who are still in college already know that. So here’s something about the people you may deal with.

56 hours

Six thirty in the morning when we reached the university. Too early. Too early for the 7 AM time. Add the latecomers.  I did not have  my breakfast. Well I did, but  that was just a cookie. A chocolate chip cookie. Just one. We left the house at five thirty so we won't get late. Mom told us we could just  have a McDo drivethru and eat at the car. But the moment I woke up from my sleep (in the car) we were already at Dapitan. Wow. Boy was I starving. Dad & I went straight to our room assignment while  mom and grandma went straight to the gym - the QPavillion as how the  vice- rector lovingly called it. 

Grandma took this with her 8.1mp digicam. Quite decent, ja?

The littlest things are the biggest blessings

The past week has been great. Too great for words. This is a photo-filled post.

Last Friday, 23rd of March, we had our Baccalaureate Mass. But before that, we had to register for our course's Alumni Organization, plus we got our meriendas and our Alumni Cards.

Our class photo!

With Charice and Ate Shawie <3 

This "work" from '09, why I hate weheartit.com and some shit I'd like to blabber about

I am such a bore

I know no fun. I'm no gamer. You can't talk to me about DoTA or LoL or Diablo or L4D or CoD. No. I do know all those. I've played some of those, but I know little about them. I do drink. But I can't drink too much or I'll end up sitting on the tiled bathroom floor, vomiting my insides. It's because of my hyperacidity. Or ulcer. I really don't know which, I have not had it checked yet. I never felt that beautiful to be with someone. Or that voluptuous. I have the body of a twelve year old, haven't I told you that? I can dance. I can cook (a little). I can sing (occasionally). Of course I feel good about myself.
Sometimes, I feel too good about myself even.

I'm fine with just a book and holding your hand. Those two plus coffee. Or cigarettes. Or both. Or walking. Just walking with you. We can hold hands. We can talk. We can take pictures. Of us. Or not. It could be the children on the street, some flower, a bridge. Anything. Or maybe we could just enjoy the places and the comfortable silence between us. I'm good with that.

I forgot to have an introductory post, but is that even necessary?

Y'kno, people always start with the "Who am I?" themed post when they're in a "new" blog site. I didn't have one. Because that question is just so difficult to answer. Nope, don't get me started with the whole Johari Window thing where you try to "see yourself in different perspectives." No. I also have a huge problem with laying out how we start things.

Next topic.

On finding yourself in a strange place. But it feels like home nonetheless.

Have you ever had that "I just don't belong here" feeling? When you just feel like you've been dropped by some spaceship in a peculiar, alien-filled world and you just feel lost and helpless? I got that too damn often for the past years. For the past four years to be particular.