I was there once.

*me riding at an ordinary bus staring outside the window*

Having this project proposal for my semester requirement obliged me to go back to the place where I met a group consisting of 26 different students. (define different!!)

It’s been a year and more and whenever I think of what have been made and happened I can’t avoid to be overcast. It might be a little weird (or may be I am really weird) but that place made me find peace in the midst of crowdedness. Delight in the center of commotion. Peace in the peak of fright.

Those people (technically they were students back then) made the stay worthwhile. I may not be the best sv for that year, but I know I had the best group who contributed a lot to my reservoir of ecstatic remembrance.

And the air now is making me a little nostalgic. The gust of wind drifts me on to the bygone. The group I handled taught me a lot. I may be the sv for that moment but I know deep inside that I was also a student learning from them, learning from the community, learning from my self. I am an everyday student. And being on a lead won’t stop me from learning.

I miss them. I miss the group. I miss the undying laughter. The diaries that serve as their area for an unuttered grievances. The food that made our collation like feast. Their superb assistance when it comes to rations. Them being indolent, responsible, diligent, contemptuous. Them who were frightened, who alienate, who I talked privately by their diaries. Them who banter each other but making sure no one's gonna be affronted, their energy that never ceases, the idea that never ends.

But I know going back there is impossible. Being there again wouldn’t assure perfection as the former. People change. Places change, and even environment. And so do I. But above whatsoever I’m still hoping that they have kept the friendship they cultivated, not for me but for themselves.

*closes window*

Letter for Death.

Dear Silence,

It’s been a while since our last relation. And I guess we already figured what we really have.

You have always kept your words behind your mind and I respected that. You wanted your privacy so I gave you autonomy. Freedom to hush. Freedom to shroud.

You wanted to take things simply.  You alleviate thought-provoking subject by ignoring the demands. And we set off to that.

Your absence might made me little meddlesome, but you can nail down that my loyalty is into you.

But your stillness made me think, have I been distinguished?

From the time that we’ve been connected your welfare is what I am ALWAYS looking after.

The time that you did something wayward I took your voice for you not to be in trouble.

From the day I learned your confidence I took no action for you to keep your mystery.

You may be flagrant on things that you want but my endurance accepted you unshakably.

But above all of these have I been valued? Respected? I tried to befriend you but your dumbness makes the refusal apparent. Your peace might not been stirred by my persistence that’s why you never see me.

I have given the most sincere companionship that I can offer which is discarded. And like what Fortitude have said: I let people go when they walk away from me. My destiny is never tied to anyone who obviously doesn’t need me.

And like a famous catch phrase: Napakabait ko sayo para gaguhin mo ako.

And with all of these..

Your former friend,

Patience

Hot Air Balloon Festival 2011

Tiring but nice. We need to be there at 4am for us to be able to see how the balloons got inflated. This was my first time, the next I will be riding on one of the balloons. (how i wish!) These are some of the photos  taken that day:

(Waiting for the balloon to get inflated. I think this was around 4:30-5am)

Common Sense

This was shared to me by my professor. I think everyone should read this and take time to ponder on. 


An Obituary printed in the London Times - Interesting and sadly rather true

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years.
No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn't always fair;
- and Maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, responsibility, and by his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;
I Know My Rights
I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
I'm A Victim

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

Kepler 11

Astronomers found a new system named Kepler 11. Cool right? Another system. A set of planets revolving around a sun. This system has six planets that orbit a sun-like star located about 2,000 light years from Earth.

Anyway, what’s cool about this is the fact that there is a possibility that another form of living specie is present on that system or anywhere outside of the big universe. Is there another Earth on that system? How do they call it? If there is, how do they call their river, the sea, and their mountains? Are they also suffering from pollution, from industrialization? Cool. Upon wondering if there’s any form of human being from any of the planets on that system I kept thinking of this American Tale OST line “somewhere outer beneath the pale moonlight, someone’s thinking of me and loving me tonight.”

The thought of having another life on a place light years away from us keep me uttering the word “COOL”. Have you given a thought about it? (as if I’m talking to someone. Lol) Imagining the galaxy, the stars, the nebula, they are spectacles, they are far away from us, that even though we use our entire years trying to know more about them thing would be impossible, and somewhere out of this big universe, lots of galaxy are spread out and at someplace there are people in another planet wondering if there are any living group subsisting aside from them outside on the galaxy where their system belongs to. That along the way, it’s not just merely us who are pondering if there are others breathing on different planet aside from ourselves.

Million light years. If other living group really exists from any planet today is there a possibility for us to meet them? Or even our grand grand children? Can we go to there place? Can we take pictures of them? How do they look like? Just asking.. That across those million stars is there a place we human can go and live in? Is their planet better than our mother Earth, and like the idea movies imparting to us, is their place the hidden paradise? Just thinking.. Am I making sense here? lol

(the galaxy where our system belongs to, Milky Way)

A week of isolation, a life of pleasure.

Friday, Jan. 28, 2011, when the first blister appeared. After two days of guessing what really it was, finally the disease shown its true nature. CHICKEN POX. :p

A week of hiding. That’s what I thought this disease would be (I still have it, waiting for the scabs to be gone). I have a pending application for a company, and when I woke up this morning, the lady who interviewed me informed me that I’m in for the project. But ouch, how could I get on the training having these covering on my face! Har. (I really want to scratch and take the scabs one by one at this time!) And now I’m thinking, this disease owes me a lot, I was absent for my class last Monday and now I’m going to miss an opportunity to work again. But tracking down my past days for this week, I might say I’m still blessed and lucky to have this 7 day period. Since fever is just coming every night, most of the time I have the leisure to do things I want to. And again I still think.. I’m blessed,

House season 7.

Because of this I finally had seen the entire episode of the latest season of house. Hehe. Not really all of the episodes, but the entire episode that my friend downloaded for me. Shocks. I’m so in love with Gregory House! Not really talking about the love that everyone’s smooching to. It’s.. I’m a fan! And I really enjoy watching him, giving his insults as well as his brilliant ideas. He’s a fiction, but I don’t care. For me Gregory House is real! Due to this fever, I didn’t force myself to study, but I forced myself to watch! lol

A read.

I think this is a birthday gift for me, but it was handed to me late. But I also read it very late, it’s been a month after I finished a 249 pages book. Haha! I read this one first than Bob Ong’s “Mga Kaibigan ni Mama Susan”, but I finished the latter earlier. Haha. Geez. I felt that this week gave me the time I needed for this book. ;p

Autoload Max.

Since I wasn’t allowed to go outside (actually no one told me that I can’t go out, but I guess any person who have this disease would not have the nerve to go outside to flaunt its character) I wasn’t able to communicate my world. Well, still I can, mostly through the internet (thanks to facebook) but my cellphone never really stop working. A friend offered to give me some load, but really really I wasn’t expecting for this amount. 100. 

Ferrero Rocher.

Mama gone outside to see her friend, and after 20 mins she brought this home. Sheep. Who wouldn’t be happy with this? I’m the only person in this house now (since all of my company are out for their business) facing a two dozen of my favorite chocolate. Simple heaven!  ( I notice there's no sign of scabs on my arm. nice)

Maybe this is not a bad week after all.