Ohh…MG

Hindi ko yata kayang tanggapin na unti-unti na akong nilulukuban ng MG : memory gap. Una sa lahat, hindi pa naman ako katandaan. Ikalawa, hindi pa naman ako nanganganak. Wala lang. Sabi kasi ng ilan, medyo nababawasan ang strength ng memory kapag nanganak na. Ergo, dapat daw mag bar muna bago manganak. Syempre, wala namang scientific explanation yun.

Kahapon, ginamit ko ang isang cute black bag (from our former Finance Manager). Ewan ko. Trip lang. For a change, handbag naman. Bago umalis ng bahay, inisip ko pa kung dadalhin ko ung palm. Since, REM2 naman at siguradong hindi ako mag-aatim na mag-wifi sa school, iniwan ko na lang.

Umandar ang oras. Nagdapit-hapon. Sumapit ang dilim. Masaya naman. Naglecture kase si sir on special proceedings. Naisip ko lang dumaan sa Shang para mag-grocery. Then, umuwi na ‘ko. Sobrang gutom na ko talaga. The night went on. It felt like everything was fine. When I was about to sleep, I started looking for my hand cream. So syempre, hahanapin ko ung handbag. Nakita ko ung PDI bag na galing ke wil kung saan nakalagay ang REM2 materials. Pero, wala ang handbag! Hindi ako makapaniwala. Nabulabog ang buong bahay. Ala-cinderella kaming humangos sa may Edsa Central to ask the trayk drivers kung nakuha nila pero hindi.

Inisip ko na lang kalimutan. Wala naman kasing pera run. 2H lang. Kaso andun yung school id ko, library card, atm card, sss card, Company I.D., credit cards. AT ung wallet ko. Hay. Galing kasing Egypt yun. Sobrang tagal na niya. Binigay yun sa ‘kin ni mama mga 2003 pa. Tsaka ung coin purse ko kase medyo may sentimental value. Hehe. Pero sa panahon ngayon, I doubted kung mababalik pa sa ‘kin yun. Hay kase, pang-inis ung grocery bags. Pang-inis ung gutom.

Mga 2:15 a.m., may tumawag sa ‘kin. Guard daw sya ng Bgy. Kapitolyo. Well, ayun, may nagbigay ng handbag. Kung pano nila ko natawagan at nahanap, nakakatawa. Isa itong halimbawa na lahat ng bagay sa mundo ay may dahilan. Kahit pa ang mga bagay na sa tingin natin ay pagkakamali. (Serious!). Kase when the school’s ITD printed my I.D., nagkamali sila sa “in case of emergency contact…” Nilagay nga nila ung name ni mama pero instead na phone nos. niya, cell nos. ko yung naprint. Syempre (knowing me), react ako. Gusto ko pa-reprint. Ang kaso, andami pang eklavush. Pupunta pa raw sa records, kase andun daw yung main file. In short, di ko na lang pina-reprint. Akalain mo nga naman! After two months, nalaman ko ang dahilan kung bakit nagkamali ng print.

Sabi nga pala ng guard, “ma’am, wala pong cash dito…” Sabi ko, ok lang. Nahiya naman ako sabihin na may 2h at coins po dyan. Finally, narecover ko ang handbag kaninang 6:00 am. PAgkagising at before ako maligo for office, I went to the Headquarters. Kumpleto lahat, pati credit cards(kaso nareport ko na na stolen). Wala lang yung 2h tsaka lahat ng barya. Siguro nireward nya na yun sa sarili niya.

Lesson: Well, wag magdala ng handbag. Wag magpagutom ng sobra. Wag matext pag malapit na bumaba ng trayk. Hehe. At finally, mag-isip! ;p

Kung andun kaya ung phone at Palm ko, binalik nya pa kaya yung handbag?

Maybe. MAybe not. Sa ngayon, I’m thankful that I still have my things. Hindi siguro valuables for whoever got my bag, but in my eyes, they are.

Me, and my MG, bow!

rainy day & monday

pulse and heartbeat

I am desperately trying to avoid coffee nowadays, but I seldom win a day. I just feel like more than absorbing the supposed goodness of its antioxidant content, coffee is giving me a lot of nerve wrecks. It is a kind of feeling that gives me paranoia-as if something bad is happening…

I actually started tapping the keyboard to release my tension. I need to dwell on anything but GOOD. So here goes: Neph sent me a cute text message last April. I think I failed to read it until last night when my phone memory surrendered and required me to look back and choose those that I could delete. The text says:

“the PrOblem with LIFE

is that unlike MoVies,

it doesn’t have any background music…

…so we never know How we’re sUpposed to Feel…”

Eva has a different version though. And I think she has a point. Each of us chooses an appropriate background music for every situation. Each song is a story that could make us sad and bring us to tears. There are those that make us happy, which give us a jokerly (can’t help it!) smile. Sometimes, we are moved by the lyrics. Some other times, it is the rhythm or the beat that lifts our weary spirits or keeps us on our feet.

Maybe it is true that life has no background music. Literally. But we are luckier than any movie character. You know why? Well, we are given the power to choose our own background music… Nothing compares to personal touch.

even the best falls down sometimes

No matter how firm we stand, some things are meant to break us down. It’s a fact that we have to live by in order for us to keep the faith no matter how dark that roads could be.

Well, I’m not (the) best. All in all, what I have written up there is a summary of what I have learned from people & events last weekend. Last saturday was a bliss. It is true that I have wasted a few hours waiting for the professor who failed to inform us of his disappearing act for two consecutive days. But the events that transpired before and after the supposed class made the day great for me. I have spent moments with my friends : raul, rhys & philip. I’ve missed those peeps big time. It would have been best if the ladies were there but I guess they were seriously reviewing for the bar/prelims. After their class, we had beer session. The laughs and stories that we have shared are those that money can’t buy. I am also glad coz I felt I said something good to rutch and I mean every word of it. Likewise, I had a short chat with wil’s lady friend, gene & it was centered on “faith”. I do hope she’ll find what she is looking for soon.

I have learned that at one point, all of them have made some sacrifices in the name of love, dreams & ambitions in life. I have learned that, they too, have their share of falls even if at times I see them as people who have happy dispositions.

Sunday was also exciting. Well, after four days of waiting, I have seen “Dark Knight”. I can’t say that the story is superb. What I like most about it is the characterization (as borrowed from wil). They were good especially, the JOKER. I love Heath. He was at his best as the JOKER and I believe he deserves nominations, if not awards for what he did. Surely, he left something good to be remembered by people around the globe.

There were so many lessons in the story. But I guess the first paragraph of this entry is somewhat applicable. Clearly, life always gives us options. We can be right or wrong at one point. We can be wrong forever, but we can choose to change our path and be on the right track.

Another thing, I have seen the movie with Ms. Ces Drilon. Technically. We were at the same theater. ;p

shett

Ayoko sanang magsulat.

Pero nangangati ang utak ko. Hindi mapakali ang mga daliri ko. Hinahalukay ang damdamin ko. Shett. Heto na naman ako. Nag-iisip. Nagtatanong. Gusto kong bigyan ng kahulugan ang bawat ideyang sumisiklab sa isip ko pero alam ko naman na kahit ano pa ang gawin ko, ang dapat lang ang mangyayari.

Tadhana. Minsan parang pakshett lang pag nag-iisip ka pa. Pero kapag nagpapaka-fairytale ka (kakanood ng mga koreanovela, etc.) parang gusto mo na ring isipin na may happy moments ang buhay. Mo? Teka, ako pala.

Kanina binaybay ko ang nakaraan. Weirdo. Binaybay ko lang naman ang daan patungong Mindanao Ave. Parang andaming lumiyab sa utak ko. Ala Demi sa Now & Then ba. Andami na kasing nangyari. Tapos kapag dinaanan mo yung nakaraan, parang kahapon lang. 

Malungkot. Maraming dahilan. Tama rin si Atty. Sandoval. Minsan hindi lang pera ang investment sa pag-aaral. May mga nawalang pagkakataon. May mga pinakawalang pagkakataon. Maraming beses ko na Siyang inusisa kung tama ba ang tinatahak ko. Lagi namang oo ang sagot niya pero sa kasalukuyang estado ng mga bagay, parang hindi madaling i-programa ang utak ko sa kung ano ang dapat. Siguro tama nga na marami lang ako talagang dapat pagdaanan para maging matapang. Pero minsan tinatanong ko rin kung hindi pa ba sapat yun. Haha. Shett.

Sa totoo lang, shett yung nararamdaman ko ngayon. In English, I’m missing my friends. Ang hirap mag-isa. Hindi ko ma-chat si sistah kase nagdadamot ng connection ang kumpanya. Tapos. wala akong kaklase kahit sino sa mga bibo. Tena, ang lungkot umuwi mag-isa. Walang kasabay sa cab. Walang kasabay sa tren. Walang kausap sa lib. Walang kasabay kumain. Walang katugmang schedule sa mga kaibigan sa Pinas.

Where is my social life?

Shett di ba?