Kwentong tren

Hindi ako yung isa sa mga taong araw-araw humahabol at nakikipagsiksikan sa tren para makarating sa paroroonan. Minsan lang ako sumakay. Parang pag-inom ko ng alak, occasionally lang. Kaya sa tuwing sumasakay ako, may mga realidad pa rin akong nakikita na wala akong magawa kundi tawanan na lang. Pero para maiba, ibabahagi ko yun sa inyo ngayon.

Huwebes ng hapon, peak hour. Ibig sabihin madaming pasahero at rush mode lahat ng tao. Parang palaging may hinahabol na deadline. Bumili ako ng ticket. "Isa po, Monumento." P15 pa din ang presyo, swerte. Pagkabili ko pumasok na ko sa loob tapos. Doon ako pumila sa women's lane. Dati kasi sinubukan kong sumakay sa gitna ng walang ibang kasama. Bukod sa masikip, mga lalaki ang kasiksikan mo. Iba na. At yung iba may iba ring ginagawa, akala nila kwarto yung tren. (Tama yung iniisip mo, natutulog sila sa tren! HAHA) Ilang minuto lang dumating din yung tren. Maraming bumababa kaya stop muna lahat ng sasakay bukod sa isang babaeng "nagmamadali" daw. Ganito ang eksena, may isa pang babaeng mapagbigay na pinauna muna yung mga bababa. Para na rin maayos ang sistema. Pero siguro dala na din ng hindi mapigil na emosyon, nagsalita yung babaeng mapabigay (tatawagin natin siyang babaeng m para hindi masyado komplikado). Hindi ko na matandaan yung iba pa niyang sinabi basta ang alam ko nagkasagutan sila ni babaeng n (nagmamadali). Dahil nagmamadali daw 'tong si babaeng n sabi ni babaeng m. Mas bata yung nagsimula ng gulo, imbis kasi na intindihin niya yung pagsasabi sa kanya, minasama niya 'to. Palagay ko naman nasa tamang edad na siya para maintindihan ang nangyayari. Kaso wala siyang disiplina. Nakatabi ko yung babae sa pagtayo namin sa tren. Hindi pa rin siya nagpapapigil at patuloy na nagbubuhos ng galit dun sa kasama niya. Kesyo lahat naman daw nagmamadali at porket hindi raw agad nakasakay yung si babaeng m e kung ano-ano ang pinagsasabi bla blah blah. Ang sakit sa tenga. Pati na rin sa puso.

Paano kaya kung araw-araw may ganito rin akong kwentong naririnig? Araw-araw kasi iba-iba ang kwento sa tren, ayon na rin sa isa kong kakilalang araw-araw sumasakay dito. Siguro magiging manhid na lang ako sa mga ganitong sitwasyon. Baka akalain ko pang normal na lang 'to. Sana sa paggamit natin ng transportasyon, sumakay tayo dahil kailangan natin 'to. Huwag na tayong mag-ipon ng non sense experiences. Kasi nga non sense, wala yung kwenta. Wala yung magagawa para mabago ang sistema. At wag tayong maging manhid at magbulag-bulagan. Dahil sa realidad, totoong madaming ganitong bagay at pangyayari. Inaamin ko, wala kong nagawa nung mga panahong yun. Hindi ako nakaisip ng makapangyarihang salita para mapatameme si babaeng n. At sana, kung susubukan nating umawat sa mga ganitong uri ng sitwasyon, isipin muna nating mabuti ang pinakamabisang salita na pwede nating bitawan.

Monumento station na, wala pa rin akong nagawa... bukod sa maibahagi ito.

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March, please be good to me!

I haven't checked this blog since Ann's birthday (January 17). I always wake up running to meet deadlines. And I only have 14 days remaining to finish everything:

* Report in Sociology (Critical theory/Neo-marxicism)

*Report in Biology (Lymphatic..)

* Report in Psychology + hand outs ( Abnormal behavior)

* Finals in Judo (I almost forgot all the positions and act in judo!)

* Library research paper about media (1 week left)

* Policies in Transportation management (MAJOR!)

* Finish Worksheets 7-14 in Biology (It's hard, I swear!)

* Final examinations

After this, second semester will end. Please help me, Lord. I'm serious I really need to study harder, so no more blog for this 2 weeks. *cross-fingers*

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Reminiscing Life as Senior Year HS

Waking up early than the sun, cook your own breakfast, have a very cold water to take a bath to, and skipping this not-so-remote-but-so-far province (as they say). Then, going home late or sometimes not going home at all. This is my daily routine a year ago when I was still a senior student in high school. I did this five or six times a week. From this province, I take one and a half ride to school. It isn't normal, really. And it wasn't that easy. But I have to face the fact that what is happening and what will happen was because of my choice. I'd love to stay in the same institution for four years. I'd love to stay in the same institution for a reason.

Last saturday, my alma mater celebrated their heart warming Junior and Senior Prom night. Every year, alumnus and other people are allowed to witness the dances and performances they will made (except the party at night) but unfortunately, I wasn't able to attend and watch my schoolmates as they embraced one of the biggest night on their high school years. I still remember the whole day and night of my last prom. From the time that we arrived in Manila and get ready (I had my nail polished, hair and make up done and the most stunning yet simple gown and heels). Until the time that my friend arrived and gave me a free ride and we reached the event area. The whole night was awesome, fantastic, terrific and perfect. 

I really missed high school years. When I was in fourth year, I thought that was the hardest year of my life. Full of deadlines, heavy projects, assignments here and there, group activities, club meetings and agendas to meet. But looking on a deeper side, I see it as the happiest time where while having fun and giggles you can learn a lot. Not just in academe but in life.

I remember the first time where we had to shoot a film, I was third year. We really had no idea how. All we know is that we need to be someone as director, actors, writer and cameraman. They have to act and we have to record them. They need scripts to follow. I wrote them and I still have those scripts. The script was very unprofessional yet the result of film was good. In fourth year, we did it again. We made two short films for different subjects. One for Values, which is a short skit about fraternies (we had different topics) and the other one for Filipino IV, El Filibusterismo. The second is a big project for the whole section. It's our final requirement. I was able to write again the script but this time, I had another class mate who wrote some parts of the scripts. Still unprofessional, but the result of film is better. We had ideas, best actors and actresses, and techie persons who are good at filming stuffs. I really give lots of effort, time and patience. And I really missed the arguments, bonding moments, unexpectable happenings and of course the people who made the filming the best and unforgettable experience I ever had.

High school is not just fun, high school is where people had the chance to have a great story that they will cherished for the rest of their lives.

I REALLY MISSED BEING HIGH SCHOOL. But at the end of the day, the reality is that high school days already passed. And you don't have to regret it, you have to be happy, because one day in your life, you've been a high school student. And that's great.

In the end of this post I just want to remind everyone that, "Everything on this earth has its own time and its own season" (my friend says that, so credits). So have your season and enjoy while it lasts.

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