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Heartbreak after heartbreak

I don’t know when it started. All I know is that I’m almost scared to browse my social media now.

A lot of things have weighted me down these couple of weeks. Maybe a little (or a lot) burned out after the past storms. Horrible images of the helplessness of my countrymen. And then there’s the work that needs to be done… that I’m struggling to figure out.

Yesterday, I catch the news of Fr. Tim Ofrasio’s passing. I never knew him personally but he had a presenceu during the Traditional Latin Mass he said in Ateneo.

Then today, I saw the letter saying my High School will be closing its doors. Or at least, the missionaries in-charge will be leaving the Archdiocese, leaving Chevalier School.

My High school may not be as well-known outside of Angeles City but it has become part of local history. Shutting it down is a tremendous pain to me with all the memories I have with it.

So it’s just one after the other. Ache after ache. Pain that’s almost swelling into tears that just haven’t burst yet. So the pain remains.

my, are we creatively realistic…

saw the following from a friend’s post. something to end your week with a hearty laugh. πŸ™‚

Every year, English teachers from across the country can submit their collections of actual analogies and metaphors found in high school essays.
These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of teachers across
the country in an annual “Dark and Stormy Night” competition. Here are last year’s winners…..

1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.

2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.

3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.

4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.

Magpatuloy magbasa my, are we creatively realistic…

a step in the right direction

i’m forcing myself, now, to finish what i started. yeah, maybe i won’t be able to actually come back and finish it but at least i could say that i tried coming back and finishing it. or perhaps take the same path but with a different goal or destination. hay…

ah basta! kailangan tong tapusin! i hope that i will be guided well. i pray that this would be the answer…

^yeah, that’s me there, seated! pwede na ba akong model ng course/department namen? hahaha…

basta, tatapusin ko to! aja!!! πŸ˜›

is the BigMac back?

just arrived sa office. lunch time na. nag-enroll pa kasi ako. actually, i was just going to check if i as elligible to enroll this sem. miraculously enough, i was! so i decided to go through with my enrollment kahit walang paalam sa opis. “saka na lang ako magpapaliwanag. bahala na si batman,” ‘ka ko.

ngayon, payment na lang kulang. i’ll probably do that next week para konti ang pila. and ngayon nga, dahil sa mabait akong empleyado, magba-blog muna ako! haha… πŸ˜€

well, dahil nga (again. ang kulet! oo na! lunch na nga!) lunch time na halos, nag McDo na lang ako kasi nahihiya din naman ako… working lunch na lang muna. ayoko muna mag Chicken at rice kaya nag BigMac ako, with certain reservations.

i used to love the Big Mac when it was, well, BIG. as in you could hardly put it in your mouth and use up a roll of tissue for wiping every part of your face because of the mess you’ll be making trying to eat it! and then after a while, it just got smaller and smaller (to me, at least) and parang di na siya nakakatuwang kainin. i used to say na “if you don’t soil your clothes or any part of your body while eating a Big Mac, it’s not a Big Mac.” and so, i gave up ordering and eating this for a while because it wasn’t the same anymore. the experience was forgettable… until today! πŸ™‚

it’s confirmed, ladies and gentlemen, the Big Mac is back! πŸ˜€ and even if i soil my keyboard in the office, i don’t care right now. i can always wipe and clean it. but enjoying the return of this burger is just… *sigh*

you can tell, i’m satisfied right?.

still finding my way

i know it’s been a long time since i last wrote anything here. and i guess those who frequent my blog, no matter how small the population, began to get bored of seeing the same old article on the front. of course, those in search of the famous car logos have always been successful with google but those who read my content (again, no matter how scarce) might have just given up on my might have noticed, too, that i’ve just been posting song lyrics on my blog. yeah, i know it’s a pathetic way of updating a blog without really updating readers and just keep em guessing what you’re feeling or what you’ve been up to lately. *sigh* sorry for that.

Magpatuloy magbasa still finding my way

for all you apathetic UP students and alumni

But how much more are you, [UP students and alumni] Harvard graduates of 2008, likely to touch other people’s lives? Your intelligence, your capacity for hard work, the education you have earned and received, give you unique status, and unique responsibilities. Even your [university] nationality sets you apart. The great majority of you belong to the world’s only remaining superpower. The way you vote, the way you live, the way you protest, the pressure you bring to bear on your government, has an impact way beyond your borders. That is your privilege, and your burden.

If you choose to use your status and influence to raise your voice on behalf of those who have no voice; if you choose to identify not only with the powerful, but with the powerless; if you retain the ability to imagine yourself into the lives of those who do not have your advantages, then it will not only be your proud families who celebrate your existence, but thousands and millions of people whose reality you have helped transform for the better. We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already: we have the power to imagine better.

-J.K. Rowling, Harvard 2008

read the full Commencement Address here. You can find it in youtube, too.

I just see how one from UP could be given the privilege and burden of having such a big influence on the government and how it could overflow to affect policies that could very well reach the people whom they owe their education to. (please correct my grammar). remember the oblation. mahiya ka kung hindi mo alam ibig sabihin ng Oblation — or ni Oble —Β  kung tiga-UP ka.

i hope we don’t stop at imagination. let’s transform these ‘dreams’ and imagined things into action. stop the apathy, UP.