Basag na Baso

Buhat pa nang marinig ko mismo ang mga katagang kinatatakutang kong marinig, hindi na ako umasang muling kong maibabalik sa dati itong basag na basong minsan kong pinakaiingat-inagatan. Alam mo kasi, kapag bago ang baso, pinakaiingat-inagatan ito na tila ba wala nang anumang bagay ang maaring humigit dito. Subalit kapag ang basong iyon ay nagsimula nang magkalamat, anu man ang dahilan, hindi mo na ito maibabalik noong ito'y bago pa. Maaring maayos ang basag na parte, ngunit kailan ma'y hindi mo maiiaalis ang katotohanang minsan na itong nagkalamat. May lamat na maari pang ayusin at mayroon namang lamat na kahit anong pagpupumilit mo, ay hindi na nito maaayos pang muli. Sanay' naiintindihan mo kung ano ang nais kong ipahiwatig. Sana'y malinaw sa iyo na hindi na ako umaasa pang maibalik sa bagong anyo ang basong dati ng basag. Ayaw ko lang na isalaysay pa kung paano nagsimulang magkalamat at nabasag ng tuluyan ang aking baso. Tutal, akin namang itong basong nabasag, pakia

17 Taon

Puta. Wag mo kong sasalubungin ng topak mo at pagod ako. 17 taon mo na kong kapatid, alam mong mas sira ang ulo ko sayo. Mas matagal akong nabuhay kaya mas maluwag ang tornilyo ko sayo. Kapag tinanong ka ng maayos, sumagot ka ng maayos at wag mo kong sisigawan nang wala akong ginagawa sayo. Alam kong CAT officer ka at malakas ang boses mo, naging officer din ako nung unang panahon kaya't mas malakas din ang boses ko kung sisigawan kita. Hampasin pa kita ng riffle diyan eh. Iniintindi kita at ika'y nasa adolecent stage na sadyang may sayad talaga. Pero wag mo ako sanang sagarin. Baka akala mo, proke umiwi si mama, hindi kita hahampasin. Malas mo lang.

Kana and Mana

Kana is the only female J-rock singer I know. Her usual fashion style is Gothic Lolita and she always has this panda with her. She's so cute. =3 I wanna dye my hair pink and wear those kinds of dresses too. =3 Although if I do, I would pretty look much like a child. Literally. *sob* *sob* But this doesn't mean, I'm leaving my lovable Mana behind. *glomps at imaginary Mana* For quite sometime now, I've been labeling myself as someone who impersonates him a lot. Although most of the time, I also believed that I resemble his personality a lot. I love the fact that Mana dresses so elegantly. One key point that I like the most are elegant gents. *bows* But what I love most about him is that he rarely talks. Unlike him that believes his music is his voice, I believed in the fact that words aren't necessary if you do not have anything of relevance and/or importance to say. That is safe to say, that I get irritated a lot when hearing somebody talking nonstop and most of us

The Diary

I found her diary underneath a tree. and started reading about me The words she's written took me by surprise you'd never read them in her eyes. They said that she had found the love she waited for. Wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it. When she confronted with the writing there, simply pretended not to care. I passed it off as just in keeping with her total disconcerting air and though she tried to hide the love that she denied, wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it. And as I go through my life, I will give to her my wife all the sweet things that I can find. I found her diary underneath a tree. and started reading about me. The words began stick and tears to flow. Her meaning now was clear to see. The love she'd waited for was someone else not me Wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it. And as I go through my life, I will wish for her his wife All the sweet things that she can find. All the sweet things they

Da Vinci Code

I read somewhere but can't remember where... "Da Vinci Code is a hoax! Discovery Channel said it!" Pfft! People honestly thought Da Vinci Code is real? I'll die from laughing. The author himself said that it's a fiction. Therefore, it's a fiction. Period. For how many freaking times does it need to be said for people's brains to comprehend such a simple sentence? Oh, I forgot. People are stubborn. They only hear what they wanted to hear and believe what they wanted to believe. And when someone doesn't have the same point of view as they see it fit, their initial reaction is rejection. And that makes humans, "humans".

The Compliment

Someone from work whom I dare not mention the name, told me that I code fast. Maybe I just think too much, but even though it might be a compliment, the way he said it sounded more like an insult. So I took it an insult. Honestly, insulting me wont do him any good. Since I was a child, I've been insulted for countless times. Not to mention the never ending comparison with other people's child. So I just ignored it, not saying a thing. Then, I got even lots more unwanted comments following it. Yet, I continue to ignore because reacting is pointless. I'm not sure if he's trying to get into my nerves or whatever, but it doesn't really work. How about trying another tactic? It's a good thing I'm not conceited enough to think that he wants my attention, for some reason. When he finally asked something, I replied straightly and got a "ang sunget" comment right after. Should I react more net time?

Old Rusty Line

Work's been really great these days. I like the friendly and quiet atmosphere. The sounds of people's typing are music to my ears. How I hate listening to other people's taste in music. Much more, when that someone was born from the 40's! Seriously, the only voice my ears are tolerating these days are Gackt's and only Gackt's. Anyway, here's my day's rant. :P Someone: Hi. Moi: Yo~ Someone: Have I seen you somewhere before? You really seem familiar to me. Moi: I don't think so. This is the first time I saw you. Someone: Oh, is that so? I don't know why but I somehow had seen your face somewhere. Moi: Hmm... Baka nakita mo lang ako kung saan. Kalat-kalat lang naman ako diyan sa tabi-tabi. [Translation: Hmm... Maybe. You probably saw me somewhere. I'm kinda always everywhere. Someone: Siguro nga. I'm [insert name here], by the way. [Translation: Maybe. I'm [insert name here], by the way.] Moi: Ok. Someone: Age? Moi: 21 Someone

Hide and Seek

Why do people have to hide from me yet show themselves to other people. Honestly, this is insulting. Are we playigng hide and seek here? If you intend to hide from me, don't show yourself to people who might tell me they saw you! I don't know what it is in your mind that you constantly try you best not to be in contact with me. I am a pretty good stalker, if I may say so myself. I could know your every move if I just wanted to know. Since I respect your privacy, I let you do pretty much whatever you want with your life. No omplaints here. It's your life after all. You also know more than anyone else that ignoring people is my only known talent. If you wanted to be ignored, just say so. I wont even bother show my ugly face in your beautiful presence. It's not that I'm being a little persistent that I'm always going after you. It's just that I'm always insulted when you do that.

Ang Pizza

On a meeting sa isang bahay sa QC... Man: Iho, ibili mo nga kami ng pizza diyan sa kanto. Heto ang pera. House Boy: Opo. Man: Okay, tuloy tayo sa meeting. Another man: So yung stocks... Meeting continues on. Man: *suddenly remembers* Anong oras na? Woman: It's pass 2pm. Man: Ano kamo? 3 oras na? Nasan na yung inutusan kong bumili ng pizza? Sa kanto lang eh, ang tagal. Another Man: Tawagan mo na kaya? Man: Sandali. And the man starts to call. SFX: Krriiinnggg!!! House Boy: Hello? Man: Hello? Asan na yung pinapabili ko? House Boy: Wala po akong makitang nagtitinda ng pizza. Man: Asan ka na ba? House Boy: Nasa may Cubao po. Man: Ano? Nakarating ka ng Cubao, hindi ka pa rin nakakabili?! House Boy: Opo. Man: Umuwi ka na lang. Wag ka nang bumili. House Boy: San po ako sasakay? Man: Pareho din ng sinakyan mo kanina. House Boy: Hindi ko na po alam yung sinakyan ko kanina. Man: Ano?! House Boy: Naliligaw na po ako. Hindi ko na po alam kung nasan ako. -_-||

Whenever

Whenever we lose someone we love, we cry. We let ourselves drown in our own tears to reflect despair, to show everyone how painful it is to lose someone. Some people, kill their emotions to rid themselves of feeling the same dreadful pain. But some, dry themselves of tears to be able to smile the next day. Whenever we continue to shut ourselves behind those strong walls to avoid pain, there would always be those people who love us, who were left outside that wall, that feel even more pain that we do. It's not that they pity us for it. It's because they also feel the same pain we feel and more, the pain they feel doubles because we lose ourselves like that and rejects them. We aren't the only ones who feel pain. Everyone feels them. Even animals feel pain. It's because we are all living. A life without pain is not worth living. Whenever someone dies, in that same moment, someone somewhere is given a new life.

Lethe

Lethe. Prounounced as "lee-thee". It literally means "forgetfulness" or "concealment". When you think about it generally, you were all that one could ask for. You might not have the best looks, but it seems every girl is after you. You're always at the top of everyone. It seems that you are quite the person whos is hard to reach. I knew first hand that if I would get into a relationship with you, it would really be painful. And in the end, it ended up with what I fear most. I fell in love. Every single day at school, I get terrible threats. Those stares that constantly stabbing me from the back straight to my heart are unbearable. Those heart-breaking insults and text messages I receive from your admirers got me almost to the point of breaking down. Even still, I bore the pain. I ignore them. It's because you were there. Those days we shared were happy moments I wanted to treasure all my life. But now, they seemed more like a dream. In all hone

4th Interview

Went to Auction.ph yesterday at 2:00 pm as it was scheduled for my interview. I don't know if it went well. They say they'll call me back for the feedback. This is the 4th interview from them. The one who interviewed me was really beautiful! She really looked like the Korean actress Kim Jeong Eun from Lovers in Paris . I don't actually watch Korean drama series, I just saw it from commercials. And I am not mistaking her just because Koreans all look alike? For a fact, I had Korean classmates and friends from highschool so I know the diffrence. Anyway, I am pretty sure that she's one of the OICs or even the actual owner at that point. They said, this was the final interview. I'm pretty scared. My interview didn't went well yesterday. My nervousness kept me from opening my mouth again . Damn it. It is at these circumstances that I curse my inability to communicate with people properly. But in most cases, I'm thankful of it for it keeps me from annoying peopl

Not for Sale. Sample Only.

A while back, I went to a mall. I went straight to a perfume store. They sell various kinds there. I prefer my usual perfume so I went to see if they have it there. I saw one perfume I used before. It's not the one I was looking for but still, I tried asking how much it cost. The middle-aged lady (not sure if she's the store owner) said something like, "Do you want to try it? Here." As she handed me a little bottle of the same perfume. At it side, there something written that says, "Not for Sale. Sample Only." I returned the bottle to her and said plainly, "No need. I know how it smells." Then she replied, "Then would you like this one?" "How much would they cost?", I answered. She replied with, "This small one, is for Php 200.00; the midlle size is for Php 1,500.00; the largest bottle is Php 2,500. Which one do you like?" Honestly, I was quite a bit shocked. She even included the smallest bottle in the pricing and to

The Decision

I am at the brink of my limit. I keep raising my head, looking at the ceiling, trying so hard to smile. Just to keep these tears from falling. Just to keep myself from shattering apart. I don't want to break. I keep telling myself that. Because I know the moment I break down, I couldn't get the courage to pick myself up again. I wanted to be strong. How much I wanted to hold on. Yet these feelings overflows within me. No matter how I restrain myself, I couldn't do it. Maybe just this night, I may permit myself to cry. Maybe just this night, I may dry myself from these tears. Hoping tomorrow would be another day. Hoping tomorrow I could honestly face this world. Hoping the days after tomorrow I could finally pick the right words to tell you. How painful it is. How long I had been keeping this pain within me. How I pity myself for so long. How I wanted to be free. This bird finally decided to break free from her cage. Even if breaking free means her wings would be badly wound

Translate This in English

_yuuzora left me hanging with a brain cracking question earlier. It left me thinking for hours! O_o Now I don't even know if I could manage to sleep not knowing the answer. Translate this in English: Pang ilang presidente si GMA? I tried asking people in my YIM list. The funniest thing there is when I get almost the same replies. error_in_syntax replied: GMA is the Philippines' nth President. What is n? Tony replied: GMA is Nth president? And My reply was: GMA is the nth president. n=? *lmao* Now your reply is?

Spare Me

Ah, please, spare me. You don't have to sweet talk me as well. Well, you can't anyway, what's the use? Aside from the fact that I am already taken (even though he seems not to care), I am not interested in any man on which I could honestly say, I'm more manly. As so goes that fact that I'm not interested in your "type" of a guy. So how do I see you? Well, prepare yourself for this. If you belong to any of this, don't bother. 1. You stink. I careless if you took a bath 5 times, roll your deo on 10 times, the fact that you still stink, it only means, it's ineffective. Please stay away from me within a hundred meter radius. 2. You perspire a lot. I hate sticky people. What more is when my skin got to touch you. -_-|| (I just rememebred a passenger from the jeepney I road yesterday. Gross!) 3. You are too hairy (body-wise). I freaked out at the sign of body hairs (exaggerated). Maybe because it was injected to my system that hairy people smells and pe

Yet Another Rant

I know, text messages are a mass. Even then, people should not be typing things such as "dis s a smpl msg" and much more, in a stcky caps like "yEt aNtHr sMpL MsG" because it freaking annoying! Aside from the fact that it's not the proper way of doing it, it's also hard to read. You may use them for text messages but for heaven's sake, not on notebooks, documentations and term papers ! *ahem* So why did I ended up with ranting like this? It's because of this term paper my brother needs to pass. Someone (his classmate) provided him with a summary of a few chapters of Noli Me Tangere that they needed to make a term paper on. It should be written in Filipino. I was bribed to help him typed those 3 full pages of back to back yellow papered summary taht that classmate provided. Aside from the fact that this certain being is a little trying too hard to attain deep Filipino feeling using deep Filipino vocabularies, it's loaded with mispelled Filipino wo

HS Names?

Lately, I've been seing Labs often. I wonder why. When I went to school some time last week, I saw her. I know their school is just a few steps from ours but their school's population is huge. Then, when we went to SM last weekend, I saw her at DIY and she yelled, "LABS!" Everyone has the, "What?!" expression written all over their faces. They probably thought we were a couple? O_o Actually, even I was surprized she still calls me "Labs". It's been approximately 6 years now when we started calling each other that. It was when we found out that Diel (our friend) had this secret boyfriend and they call each other "Labs". Then, we started teasing them and call each other the same thing whenever we see them together and it kinda just stuck. I suddenly remembered what people used to call me back in HS. First, it's Haruka. Since elementary, I had been called by this name. When I saw Joy (another HS classmate) sometime ago, she still cal

I Won't Lie to You

If you break up to pieces, I would only watch you pick yourself up. I wont help you. Even if it means I'm also shattering myself with it. I won't give you lies that I would help you. Nor give you comforting words to stop your tears. No matter what I say, your heart wont stop feeling the pain, anyway. Besides, I already have enough problems with myself. I don't need another shit from you. I sounded rude for a friend? I AM rude, for heaven's sake! People learn a lot and get stronger as soon as they picked themselves up. I wanted to be the one to see that smiling face telling me, "I finally recovered!" than be the sole one to see that gloomy life-less body of yours on the ground, drowned in tears, begging to be mended. After all, no heart can be mended unless they themselves put effort into stitching those wounds, right? You better start stitching because I won't lie to you. Even if it means you would die. I still won't lie. Because the only way I could s

LJ

Beyond Eternal is still down. It's been freaking down for a long time. *sigh* I'll be on my LJ for a while. As of current, I really don't have any appetite for this blog. http://nvr-existed.livejournal.com/

Birdcage

Have you ever felt of how much painful it is when you want fly and reach those cloudy heavens, breath those fresh wind breeze, see how the day shines so bright, yet you can't? Because you are confined. Those strong, thick rusted bars prevents you. You fought hard. Yes, you had finally learned to fight. Yet no matter how much you flap those wings they just bleed and feel more pain. The chains that bind your feet are already covered with your own blood. Your frail little body is already filled with bruises you caused yourself trying too hard to break free. Would you continue to dream of the outside world you longed for so long at that cause of so much pain? Would you still want that freedom where you would never know when the day will come that you would be shot down by a hunting gun? Or would you remain inside that rusted cage, well pampered with all the food and water you wanted but you will never see that sunlight you dreamed of. Life is cruel. Everyone knows that. Now, tell m

What happened to Beyond Eternal?

What happened to Beyond Eternal ? A lot had been asking me that lately. I am currently experiencing mass security issues with BE. In short, I have been hacked from left to right lately. Talk about pain the neck. So both me and my host concluded to put the site down for the meantime until we could find the cause of it. I mean, where they enter my site. There should be an openning of some sort somewhere where they managed to enter right? so until that's figured out, it will stay in a down state. You can't think of a solution if you don't know the cause right? So all I have to do then is wait for my host to finish screening every part of my site. Yes, every part . -- One factor for security issue that was reported to me was the Tagger LE I am using as a Tagboard. so if you are using Tagger (file-based tagboard), no matter what version it is, be alarmed that you might also get hacked one way or another. Another is that you have to upgrade your PHP Fanbase to its latest securit

Gayness

First things first, I was hacked again. And damn, this was the second time this week too. It's really a pain considering I'm job hunting lately leaving me no time to work on Beyond Eternal anymore. Speaking of which, I went to Sutherland Globals Services this morning to apply for TSR (Technical Support Representative) on which in the slightest of my comprehension leads to the idea of being a call center agent. I started at 10 in the morning and guess what, I just got myself done past 6 in the evening. The waiting time is frankly longer than that of the interviewing and exam time. I passed the grammar exams, but I seriously think I have to work on my communication skills. What can I do? I'm a natural born introvert. Anyway, there was this guy/gay (Honestly, I don't know which one is he but I really wanted him to be a gay though.) who is some sort of a speech trainer for the to be call center agents. He decides whether you pass or fail in the interview. When he started

Last Act of Bravery

No matter how I shout, it seems that my voice still can't reach you. No matter how I drag myself and try, it seems that I still can't meet your expectations. You were always looking for that child that suits your expectations. And I completely failed you at every possible way. I'm tired. Too tired. Tired of trying to please you every single day. I felt that I need to wake up from this dream somehow. And I decided it to be now. After all, I would need to wake up from it one way or another. If I wont, I will completely lose this little thing I have left within me that's called self-love. If I lost it, I couldn't get myself back to pieces anymore when I break. This is my one last act of bravery to protect myself. I can't bare it anymore. Please expect a living doll when I wake.

BE Hacked

Beyond Eternal is currently down. It has this some sort of Internal Server Error on which cause I knew not of. Fixing that takes time. Roughly, about a day or two. I should be done yesterday. My shitty brother, just because some babe friend who came along, shut what I was doing leaving me to start over again from that beginning. Damn him. [edited] I found the reason why. I was hacked by some guy going by some lame name called TimiHack.

It's Okay to Cry

Just a draft of one another fiction. Based on a mixed of reality and not. I'll finalize it later this evening. My head hurts. T_T -- She was walking the streets on her way home, one day. "Yo. musta?", someone snuck through her back, grining widely. Expressionless, thinking who could the idiot be, and she was surprized. "You're alive?" "Of course, what do you expect?", he winked. "Still a big flirt, I see." She remembers how he was always surrounded by girls back in their school days. "Yeah, still pretty much the same old me. And what about you? What happened to you?" "What, what happened to me?" Stares at her from head to foot, stopped, and goes around looking at her. "Stop staring at me like that, idiot.", she puched him in the arms. "Gosh, your attitude never fades. You're still flat chested as it was. But what the heck's wrong with your taste, nowadays? You've becom

Surreal

I stumbled upon a blog . I read the latest entry. And I felt numb for a moment. The words repeated to my mind like echo, urging me to read the rest of it. Amusingly, before I could even tell myself that, I'm already reading. I don't wanna try to fight this love... I know I didn't have any right to judge this certain being who is only deprived of happiness. But honestly, in my opinion, the moment you accepted the fact that you are loving, you couldn't deny the fact that you have to sacrifice one way or another and feel pain. You can never divide happiniess and pain with the exactly same amount. Same as like love is never really equal where the other loves another more that the other. I felt even more intrigue and read the rest of the entires. Honestly, he sounds surreal. I only knew a few people who thinks like that. And most of them, they end up being left behind by the one's they love. I hated them. I hated people like that. As much as I hated my self being like th

Panahon ng Thesis

Note: I have no intentions of whatsoever na isiwalat kung sinu-sino man ang mga taong tinutukoy ko sa entry na to. I also posted it here on LJ plus friends only, because Dean is reading my blog (she even comments) and I don't want her constantly asking me who these students are. Because of my being defensive, yes, they are students from my school. Panahon na naman ng Thesis. Mabibigla ka na may nagtetext at tumatawag sa cellphone ko, tinatanong ang address ng bahay namin, para lang "magpatulong" sa mga thesis nila. Sa totoo lang, wala akong balak "tumulong" o sa ibang linguaheng alam ko, wala akong balak gawin ang thesis mo. At wala akong paki kahit bumagsak ka pa. Hindi na rin ako maawa sa magulang mo kahit magmakaawa pa sila at lumuhod sa harap ko. Wala rin akong paki kung sino ka man, kahit anak ka pa ni Mayor, pamangkin ni Gov, apo ni Senator. Una sa lahat, resulta yan ng pagiging iresponsable mo na hindi pumasok at magbulakbol pa. Wala kang natututunan sa

Reflection

It was raining. I peeked up to the dark sky though the window blinds. I closed my eyes, and finally raised it up and relaxed myself. With empty thoughts, staring to nothingness, I was suddenly stunned. I saw a girl on the window. The girl that the dripping raindrops from my window made. I stared at her. Suddenly, I started to feel pity for her. So helpless, so weak, so broken. I stared through her eyes that seemed so empty. Those eyes that asked me, where is the real me?

Blogger Code

I came upon this  Blogger Code  generator earlier and I thought it was interesting and would like to share it to you guys. My Blogger's Code is: B8 d++ t+ k s+ u- f i o++ x-- e l c-- You can use this  Blogger Decoder  to see what it says. :D

Incompentent

This is stupid. Kung wala ka rin lang tiwala sakin at sa ginagawa ko, why the heck did you hire me in the first place? Puro na lang si [insert name here]. When I resigned, you ask him to finished my work. I already told you 3 weeks before, tapos na yun all I am waiting for are the requirements you fail to give me, now you blame me? Bullshit. I did everything I could. All that I am capable of without complaints. I get insults from you everyday, you never belived a word I say. You never even hear what I have to say. You are happy when you see me accomplish the preposterous work you wanted me to. I meet your every impossible demands and deadlines without complains. I work even when I get home. Now you are trating me like I am incompentent. Geez. Get a grip. I'm tired of all this bullshit.

WTF Happened to Tabulas?!

What the fuck happened to Tabulas?! I can't post a comment. It seems that the comments.php or whatever it is, is missing. Maybe it was deleted on purpose, maybe by accident. Maybe renamed, maybe not. Whatever the reason is, I hope it'll be fixed soon. I'll remove this post when it's back. ;)

To a Certain Christian

This is getting on my nerves and I don't want to leave it alone as well. To you! You know who you are! Shut up and read. What do you care if I do not believe in God? For so you know, I do not even believe there exists one! You can flame me all you want, rage me. I'll take it. But never mock me for it. Those flame e-mails are always the priority in my mailbox. I always read them first because they honestly make my day. I read them when I'm stressed out, I read them when I am not in a good mood. Because they always leave me with a smile. Don't you dare educate me about God and tell me I am close-minded. What do you know about your God? You don't even know your bible. You dont read it. You don't even pray. You pray only when you need him. What do you think of you God? An operator - that will answer your ever call? Your nanny - that would reach everything to you? Your house helper - that you call and ask for anything whenever you need something? You guidance coun

To Be or Not to Be

See? I am right, you choose to listen to things you just want to hear. When someone starts to criticize you or someone has a new point of view that they wanted to let you see, even though it's right. You shut them out. You only listedn to people who could go and flow with your thoughts. And some people have the nerve to tell me this. What do they know of me? Nothing. I shut them out did I? No, I don't shut them out. I only bring them back to their own statements to make them realize that they are doing the things they are raging and flaming me about. And dare they beg to differ when they crave to hard to belong? It's to be or not to be. It's either you take the left cheek or the right cheek. The black or the white. Now, on which side are you? Stop pretending. You are not in living in a fairytale nor a dream. Sometimes, we got to wake up, one in a while.

Lost Pride

Weeks before, I promised myself not to ask forgiveness for something I never did, even in thoughts. At least, not anymore. But just this night, this very minute, I took all those words again. I am swallowing my pride again. I am saying sorry again. At times I feel stupid doing this over and over, but I couln't blame myself one way or another. His pride is too high. If I keep mine up as high as his, we might end up losing each other again this time. And I do not want that to happen. As much as it is possible, I wanted to keep this love alive and healthy. It's not that I am the only one entirely carrying all this relationship. It's just that when it comes to fights that includes pride, it's either I would make the amendment or no one will. Nothing else will happen if I didn't make the first step. Tell me, am I real?

Mula ng Umalis Siya

Mula ng umalis siya, puro pangalan na lang niya maririnig mo. Bukang bibig nila puro siya. Alam mo kasi, magaling siya eh. Both academically and logically. Matalino, organized, matiyaga, friendly, role model. Wala ka talagang masabi. Evertime na nabbangit ang pangalan niya, sabay dighay at tingin sakin ang lahat na tila ba at the back of their mind, they imply that I am not worth even a pinch of what he is, what he does, and what he did for them and the company. Sa madaling sabi, wala akong pakinabang. Sabagay, meron nga ba? Nung minsang nagkaroon ng meeting, sa kalagitnaan ng meeting, biglang sumulpot yung mga salitang, "Kung hindi na rin lang katulad niya o mas magaling pa sa kanya, wag na lang." Nakita ko yung sinseridad mga mga katagang yun. It made me realize one painful truth that I was hinding from for so long. Na para sa kanila, I wasn't worth anything here. Totally nothing. Eto naman kasi ang point ko eh. Siya, for so you know, ay isang summa cumlaude. Yes. The

Buti Pa Si...

"Buti pa anak ni [insert name here], matalino." "Buti pa si [insert name here] swerte. May anak na mabait." "Yung anak ni [insert name here]. Napakamasunurin, masipag, [and all other adjectives!]. Hindi katulad mo." Trust is the one thing I wanted from you the most that I never got. Para sayo, wala akong kwenta. Wala akong silbi. Even when I was still young, I couldn't remember anything you did trust me with. Wa effect din yung pagrerebelde, alam mo ba? So I just left you alone. I want you to do the same. Leave me alone.

The Classical Age of AMACC AC

Foreword Eras. Yes, there is such a word and it is the plural form of "Era". It is the highest form of organization of time measurement in Chronology. Even though Eras are usually use to depict the spans of years between historical events, I used it to denote the changes in the AMACC AC system for in my understanding, of it's definition, it serves as that. The Classical Age The first time I entered AMACC AC was at her second year of running. It?s funny really, now that I think about it. As you climb up those stairs to the second floor, a dark blue table greets you as if an information area. The place was filled with freshly painted (yes, even the smell!) white walls with 5-inched dark blue paint below. The door for each room is also dark blue and have no knobs on them but has a lock from the inside that seemed like quiet private rooms. And there was a cashier area on the left and a huge glass-windowed room that seemed like a nursery to the right. Your first impression wou

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