Imbak para sa Marso, 2009

Bitter Uprise and Sweet Downfall

Posted in College Life, Thoughts on Marso 16, 2009 by westwind

2nd Week of March, 2009

Pi-el-pi Foundation week

The busiest week was over and done. Everything is back to normal.

Being at home by 4 o’clock in the morning isn’t bad after all; only the pain, thirst, hunger and fatigue worried me. Nonetheless, a cup of coffee and a piece of my favorite chocolate snack was enough to last a day.

After two days of few sleep and another two days of not sleeping at all, BSECE ended up losing to BSN in this year’s foundation week’s cheer dance competition. We lost but we’re satisfied. It was a great experience and I guess this year, nothing could ever be better.

March 14, 2009

Sunday

Today, I am in the mood to write something.

Maybe because I’m once again caught up in a very depressing situation and I really can’t help but write about it.

I will not tell the whole story because for sure, it would take a lifetime doing so.

Today is but another special day because starting today, we’re no longer friends.

It is sad but it is true.

For six months, she has been ignoring me.

I believed I can work things out but I guess I really can’t, and now I’m giving up.

We’ve been friends since high school.

Needless to say, she’s one of the few people I admire, one of the friends I met during my third year in high school.

One of the friends I treasure most.

But she never thought the same towards me.

We will be dramatizing Ang Bagong Paraiso by Efren Abueg this Monday for our Philippine Literature subject and I am assigned as the leader once again. The problem is the members of my group don’t respect me and that would include her. I can no longer do anything about it though. If they don’t want me to lead, so be it. I’m used to it anyway.

I got home very early today because I have run out of things to do.

Here’s another thing I want to mention, though it’s nothing at all.

Why? It is because it’s bothering me.

Just a while ago, I realized I never really liked chocolate.

Chocolates are supposed to be bitter, not sweet.

It’s up to you if you understand why it bothers me.

Either way, it’s just the same.

March 15, 2009

Sunday

Today’s the day we’re supposed to have our first and foremost practice. We’re supposed to meet at one o’clock. But I woke up really late today and just the same, I’m late for our practice. I was once again correct. They never waited for me at all in our meeting place. I tried to look for them but failed and so the day ended with me thinking about what will happen the following day.

March 16, 2009
Monday

And so another long day had passed. We had our final exams today for five different subjects, and as I’ve stated before, today’s also the day for our long-awaited presentation, or more preferably, presentation (PERIOD). I was at school early by one hour, maybe because I felt like they would need my help. But my group members were much earlier. They even looked like they already know what they’re doing. I had already played my part as a director (or a supporter, to say the least). Now, it’s their time for them to play theirs.
All I have to do then was to watch and probably, to hope that they would be able to follow what I’ve told them perfectly.

And so came the moment of truth. Roll the drums.

I’ve told them five important things to follow, from the very beginning–

1. Observe blocking.
2. Be the character you portray.
3. Never laugh if you’re not supposed to.
4. Deliver every lines clearly and audibly.
5. Never forget the script.

Of these five things, they didn’t follow a single one.

Our presentation was good.
And “good”, for me,  is never enough.

One of my members told me it was great.
Yeah, sure it was great.
“Great” for those who never saw our presentations during high school.
“Great” for those who think “good” is enough.

For me, it was a complete disaster.

We got 43 out of 50 while two other groups who came unprepared got 41  and 42 and another group who presented “Ang Alamat ng Pinya” also got 43.

Sabi ko na dapat “Si Juan Tamad” na lang ang sa amin e para punong-puno ng art. :p

Kaysa naman sa subukan mong gumamit ng magandang kwento at gumawa ng magandang script na hindi man lamang isinasapuso ng lahat ng members mo (except her siguro and another member).

Disappointing talaga… T_________T

Buti na lang madali ang finals.

Makabawi na nga lang ‘dun! Haaaayyyy!

If

Posted in Rewind, Thoughts on Marso 1, 2009 by westwind

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Sad thoughts…
They never left me…
Especially these past few months…
So I preferred not to think…

Just live life…
Let life be…
Live…
And live more…

—————–
All those time…
I left myself excessively sentimental…
Until something enlightened me…
When I remembered something…
Something that happened way back then…

It’s about ten years now…
Ten years…

Something struck my mind…
Probabilities…
And What-might-be’s that never occurred…
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If…
Just if…

Imagine the circumstances…

What if… we never met each other?
You never knew me…
And I never knew you…
How will our world’s turn?
Will it still be the same?

—————–
It was 1999 when we moved here from Makati…
I was 7 years old then…
Young and innocent…

Before we moved here…
Everything feels right…
It was a perfect childhood, they say…
And now, whenever, I think of it…
I can’t help but agree…

They’re right…
It was perfect…
—————–
I was six when I first met real friends…
My childhood friends, to say the least…
They never left me…
And I never left them…
We’re always together…
Best friends…

But it never lasted long…

When we moved, I have no choice but to leave them…
I never even had the chance to say goodbye…
Somehow, I believe I’ll be able to go back and see them again someday…
I was a kid, and optimistic…
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And so the sun set…
And rose again…
And set…and rose…and set…
And the rest was history…

I was able to survive a decade barely thinking of them…
I never forgot their name, however…
Their faces…
And a picture or two…
Of little kids I never forgot, and someone else…
A boy, age of six, who looked like me…
But undeniably, a lot better…
—————–
Last week…
While doing the script for our upcoming class presentation,
As well as organizing my friendster photos…
Another idea struck me…

I’ve never realized this before…
Why not try to look for them on the web?
It took me years to figure things out…
Silly me…

After a couple of tries, then another…
I succeeded…

I was overwhelmed when I saw a familiar face…
It was him…
My friend…
My first best friend…

I didn’t know if he can still remember me…
But without thinking twice, I did what I have to…

I also sent him a message…
Just trying to give him a hint…
And hoping he does remember…
—————–
It took only a day for him to reply…
Just a possibility…
But I believed he will remember…

Once again, it was what I expected…
I was right…

He never forgot about me…

I was relieved…
At least…

When I checked out his account, I saw pictures of him and my old school…
His new friends…
And their laughter…

But it’s alright…
That’s how things should go…
—————–
Today is his birthday…
I had just found out a while ago…
Coincidence?
Maybe yes…
Maybe no…

Happy birthday, old friend!
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Now let me ask you again…

What if I never met you?
And me and them never got separated?
Which would be better?
Spending all these ten years with them or with you?

—————–
Never mind…
I know the answer anyway…

Either way, I know I’ll be happy…
I’m glad we had moved…
I was happy and lucky…
Lucky to have met them…
And to meet you as well…

Now I’m alright…
And I’ve never felt better…

This time….
All I have to do is choose…
Again…
And hope that whatever road I choose will be what’s right…

To strive for a dream or to keep on dreaming?
To keep on moving or just let life be?
I think I know the answer, do you?